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Title: The UAA Chapter Four: The Rebellion Strikes Back by Max The Wolf
Tags: Bovine, Dingo, Human, Revenge, Torture (moderate), Various Species
The UAA Chapter Four: The Rebellion Strikes Back.
Story and Characters ﾃつｩ Michael .B ( Max The Wolf [YS] LT\_Max\_W\_Charger [FA] )
Disclaimer: WEEEE may contain some mature content, no one to read less you are over 17, 18, or 21....now on to the story...I hate this disclaimer crap...its so damn useless honestly.
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Story Theme: Wake Up the Voiceless - Story of the Year Wolfs Theme: Ain't Selling Out - Kenny Wayne Shepherd Break Out Theme: Click Click Boom - Saliva Returning Theme: Lucky - Hoobastank End Theme: Home - Breaking Benjamin
Story Started: 8-4-2009, Finished: 8-5-2009
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When pride is hard to break...the prideful shale rise up with strength to cut through the darkness. - Quote of Michael .B
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Slowly my world came back to me...first sound...I could hear dripping water upon what sounded like rock...maybe concrete? My body felt somewhat heavy but I knew I was chained...my arms above my head...the metal biting into my wrists. I must have been there for sometime because I felt dried blood along my arms. Next to come was sight as I opened my eyes, everything swam slowly into focus, and that's when I noticed just where I was. I was inside a large concrete room that was coated with blood, chains hanging from the ceiling and walls, a large high output generator up against the wall next to a large metal table...soon it hit me...Torture Room.
"Ah, he's awake." spoke a large bovine as it turned around to look at a lone figure in the shadows who gave a soft laugh.
"Good...I want him to be awake. He's going to tell me where his little pets are hiding at."
I groaned slightly while looking at the shadow before speaking slowly. "Like hell I will...who the fuck are you?"
"You should know just who I am...Wolf."
The voice was so familiar, then it hit me. "Devon."
"I see you still remember me...you should, you left your mark on me." slowly a dingo stepped from the shadows, his fur a deep brown with black spots, yet his left eye was scared closed. "You should have never tried to rape my sister you sick son of a bitch." I growled slowly.
"Your sister was a whore!" Devon sneered while stepping closer to me, a grin never leaving his muzzle, his remaining brown eye upon me intently. I jerked against my bonds, the desire to rip his throat out was great inside my mind.
"I'm going to kill you, Devon...You broke the rules of the UFA, and to compensate for your "Lack" of balls...you drugged Jewel and tried to rape her...and for that is the reason you was kicked out of the resistance! So what's your plan? To kill me and all those who follow my wishes?" I growled slightly.
"You're smart kid...I'll give you that...and yes I want to kill all of those who follow your little rules and plans. Then I'll take that bitch sister of yours and loan her out to my men." he snickered slightly.
"Go lick your balls you mutt...you'll never get what you want." I growled, before Devon backhanded me across the face, then slammed his knee into my stomach, taking my wind.
"Chain him up to the table. We'll force the info from him." Devon grinned as the bovine moved over and unchained me before moving to the table, strapping me to the cold metal. I glared daggers at the dingo the whole time before I gave a deep cry of pain from the force of electric that went through me. The pain lasted for a good, long ten seconds before it was shut off and I slumped my shoulders slightly as I panted softly. "Come now...the time and power of the shocks will be increased until you die, or tell me where you are keeping those pets."
"Kill me and get it over with you prick...because I'll die first before I tell you anything.!" I retorted sharply before a bucket of water was tossed upon me, then the shocks started again, this time a lot greater and longer, and by the time they got tired of there "Fun" I was now hanging limply against the straps, as smoke drifted up from me slowly.
"Leave him hanging there...we won't be gone long. And when we get back...he'll talk. If not this time...he dies." Devon snickered as he walked out of the room slowly, as the bovine grinned.
"Leave him hanging huh...well while their gone...I can have some fun." the bovine grinned while walking over and slowly, picking up a large piece of pipe from the table. "I've always heard of you...the boss always speaks on how much of a leader you was..." he then smirked "Oh well...by the time I'm done with you, you'll be telling me where your friends are."
Slowly I looked up to him, a small grin crossing my face. "Fuck...You.". Soon after I spoke that, a sharp pain filled my side when the pipe slammed into me, causing me to wince slightly. I knew I wouldn't last long against this walking tank...clearly he would kill me sooner than Devon would, and I had to do something to get out of this damn place. I slowly looked up to my tormentor with a defiant grin before I closed my eyes tightly, giving a slight groan of pain when the pipe hit me once more.
"Hmm...maybe he was right...you are strong."
"Stronger...than....you think." I whispered softly, looking to the floor with a grin.
"So you say. You'll be dead soon and we'll find your friends regardless if you help or not." the bovine grinned while getting ready to deal in the final blow before he stopped at the arc of his swing when he saw me grinning. "What are you smiling about?"
"You're a smart guy...you figure it out." I smirked, during his little chat, I had managed to work the nylon straps loser before I got my hand free, grabbing the bovines dagger that was attached to his belt, and with one quick swing I was awarded with time by the bovines stupor...I sliced his throat open. I watched as he stumbled backwards and into the wall, choking and gasping for air as he slid down the wall and to the floor before his body went limp. I sighed softly, still weak from the electroshocks, and the beating, but I didn't stop as I cut the straps off and stumbled from the table while holding my head. Slowly I moved to the bovines body and pulled off the tactical belt, loaded with ammo and a large custom made Raptor .45ACP handgun, loaded with a extended clip of fifteen rounds. The barrel was extended with a gas vent to reduce a bit of muzzle flare but still hold full power. "Time to shut this place down..." I looked up and noticed a air vent nearby.
Moving up to the grated vent, I pulled off the cover and slipped inside, moving silently along the metal tunnel until I came upon a grate looking down into what appeared to be the armory. Opening up the hole, I dropped down to the floor below and once I landed upon the hard floor I went to my hands and knees, panting softly. As weak as I was; I was starting to wonder how in the hell I was going to make it out of here alive. But then I thought of all of those who depended on me, and from deep down inside me I found the power to stand up with a newfound strength. I slowly moved along the room, packing away a few blocks of C4 and a K3G4 sub-machine gun loaded with what scared me...Anti-Armor rounds. Special Teflon coated rounds that ripped through Kevlar and other armor vests like a hot knife through butter. I grabbed as many clips as I could of the ammo before a guard busted through the door, aiming a H&K VP70 handgun at me...one I knew only fired 9mm rounds. I just stepped back, knowing that if I fired a round off now...my chances of making it out alive would drop to zero.
Watching the guard step closer, I just waited until the right time before I pulled the bovines dagger from behind me and flung it at him, the long blade stabbing into his neck. I watched as he fell to the floor like a ton of bricks before I moved over and removed the knife from the guards neck, and a PDA from his vest. I checked the PDA and found out that I was not far from the power room, so I moved from the armory and down the hall, sticking in the shadows until I was inside the room I desired.
"Lets see just what to do here...what was the basics Blaze told me.?" I looked around the room slowly at all the high voltage machines as I thought. ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ彝emember, set your charges at the main generator, and the sub generator. Taking both out will render the whole base in black out, and will make getting in...or out easy.' I looked to the side, noticing two large generators, moving over I found out I was right. So I then placed the packs of C4 under the large machines and set the timed detonators. I took one last look at the PDA and found the Fuel room, and I figured that if I was going to black out this place...hit them where it'll really hurt...level the base. I then took off in a sprint down the halls, and due to how empty it was, it had to be night for the main workers so getting to where I needed by using the access lines was like a dream run. I made it to the fuel room without any hassle and set the last remaining blocks of C4 on the larger tanks before I looked for a way out on the map, memorizing it quickly I then made my run for freedom.
The fatigue was catching up to me, my breath coming to me in ragged pants, my muscles burned, my eyes strained to keep open as I raced for the exit, but I was soon knocked off my feet when a explosion rocked the base. I knew that the C4 didn't do it...the blast was much smaller and one thought came to mind. "Blaze and Reno." Getting up slowly I started running once more, pushing myself far past my training had built me to go. Slamming through the door I had found, I had made it outside the base...but I wasn't out of danger yet. Looking back I noticed the main base was suspended over a deep pit and I was on a bridge connecting it to the main land. "Uh-oh." I whispered.
"That's just right you little prick."
I looked ahead of me to see Devon standing there in the middle of the bridge, blocking my way out. I growled slightly, taking a stance as he charged me full force, sending a clawed swing at my face only to have it dodged, as I crouched down. I then came up with a hard uppercut that sent him off his feet and to the metal grating with a thud before he got up growing, blood dripping from his muzzle.
"You'll pay for that you little prick." he growled as he lunged once more, dropping me with a swift kick to my side that took away my renewed power, the pain was so great I was sure that hit broke a few of my ribs. I was on my knees until Devon pulled me up by my hair with a smirk. "The "GREAT" Michael Wolf...leader and founder of the UFA and the UAA...Nothing more than a spoiled child with a gun and pets...I'm going to enjoy this so much I think I'll go mad with laughter."
"I will be glad as well, but I won't be laughing my head off but at-lest the world will be a better place." I smirked slightly.
"You're right...the world will be a better place...because I‾" he stopped speaking, only to look down at my stolen dagger, plunged into his chest. I then stood up fully and smirked.
"Yeah...it will be better. I told you I would kill you. I never forget what I say." I then pushed him over the railing, letting go, letting him plunge into the total darkness that the world truly was, sending him to the darkness and fires of hell. I then heard the base start to explode before I broke into a run, trying to get to the other side before I was also swallowed by the darkness below...I could feel the bridge start to bend, twist and snap in a few places like a dry twig. The base then went down behind me, the bridge following close behind it as the main brace connected to the rock wall gave way just as I heard Gina scream my name, and with every last ounce of energy I had within my body...I jumped. I had made a mistake...I cut my jump short and I knew I wouldn't make it, but just before I hit the rock and fell, I felt a large paw grab my hand, followed by the sound of some one snickering.
"Jesus...Why don't ya lay off the cheeseburgers Master." Blaze quipped before he hauled me up over the edge and to the ground. I glanced at him with a smile as I flipped him the bird...casually. Gina then rushed over and kneeled down beside me, looking at the wounds upon me upper body as she sobbed.
"You'll be okay love...we'll take you back home...get you bandaged up." she whined, as she took my hand in her paw. I gave a weak nod before I passed out.
I woke up later, laying in a medical ward bed, with Blaze, Reno, Gina, Cain, Bill, Jewel, and Ginger standing around the bed looking at me. Gina moved close and placed her paw upon my cheek with a soft smile, tears in her eyes.
"I was so worried about you Wolf...I was scared I was going to lose you forever."
Slowly I shook my head with a smile. "No...you won't ever lose me my beautiful she-wolf..." I then looked to everyone around my bed with a soft nod. "Thanks guys...for coming after me...it means a lot." Everyone gave a nod, and we all exchanged a few thanks, and hugs before all but Gina left the room. Slowly I looked over to her, and took her paw in my hand. "You wanted to tell me something when I left?"
"Yes, I do." she gave a soft nod.
"What is it my love?"
"Do you remember the day you was adopted?" she asked softly, while tilting her head, her eyes shining softly even in the dullness of the anesthetic feel of the room, endless dull white...but she stood out like a angel...
"Yes I do...I helped a beautiful she-wolf that day in the woman's bathroom on the human side of the building." I kept watching her carefully.
"I never did get to thank you properly for that...Garder Bestia..." she moved closer to me, her lips almost touching mine before she whispered. "My hero." she then kissed me softly, her soft lupine tongue slipping into my mouth as she gave a deep, long murr. Slowly she stood up with a smile. I knew I seen her somewhere...mother was right again...in both times when she adopted me...
ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ廣w...You in love with her?' Yes. ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ廛on't worry...I'm sure you'll see her again some day.' I did.
Slowly I smiled, pulling her down onto the bed with me, holding her close and running my fingers through the fur on the back of her neck. "I missed you so much Gina...god how I love you." I then grinned "God will lead those, whom he wishes; astray."
I was in the medic ward for two more days, before I was let out on a clean bill of health...I then walked into the cafeteria where everyone was talking among themselves before they all looked up at me when I entered, with Gina beside me. I then smiled.
"Okay people...lets get to work...we got animals to save and hate to destroy...lets do it... we are the UAA."
Everyone gave a cheer and a bark before setting out to work. I then looked to Gina with a smile, then she snickered and looked to me.
"Wolf..." she looked at me with those big beautiful amber eyes... "Can we have a pup?"
(To Be Continued.)
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Title: On Parole 9 by Vee_Stitch
Tags: Crocodile, Digimon, Domination/Submission, Dragon, Kissing, M/M
On Parole 9
The smell of dirty old sex and the old walls had very little mercy. Veemon was used to this smell as most Digimon who come here do, not on instinct alone, no they have to learn how to adapt. Veemon lifted his sheet he removed his pouch to see his penis had returned. He sat up as there was something going on today. There was no silence. Everyone was yelling and screaming.
Veemon got down and was soon joined by Spyro and Croc. The yelling at first was unclear but it soon turned into a harmonic tune. The prisoners yelled, "Let us out." They did not stop they repeated it.
Croc said, "Well now, its official everyone here is crazy. The police ain't gonna let these creators out."
Veemon said, "I don't think they don't want to be free. I think they just want to go outside. When I was outside I saw a fence. Inside the fence was a basketball court, work out stuff. Those typical mining coals you see in the movies. Some of the time I came in I wondered why we were never allowed out there before."
Croc said, "Well hotdog, Bein' outside might just do us some good."
Veemon popped his head out to hear Starmon say, "Alight were going out. But everyone has to wear a prison uniform."
The cell doors opened. Veemon, Spyro and Croc were last as usual given the worst suits possible. They headed outside. Veemon looked right at the fence. He turned at the court to see Bearmon, Impmon, and Gazimon playing basketball as Wizardmon. They had the honor and respect to have to not wear the prison suits. Veemon sat at on a small bench. Spyro and Croc sat as well.
Spyro said, "Man just being outside is a wonderful experience."
Veemon was way more focused on the court then Spyro. Spyro looked at Veemon and asked, "Are you alright." Spyro came in and kissed his neck once. Veemon sat up shoving with some force and said, "Not out here."
Spyro looked down. Veemon looked back at the court. Something about it gave him a since of freedom. It was the only thing here like a game. Everything seemed to much more stressful but the court was clean. It looked like something that could ease the mind and the soul. Veemon felt a new confidence he never felt before. He saw Bearmon make a half court shot. Veemon walked over to the court. Croc asked, "Hey Vee what-dya you doin' dude."
Veemon went right on the court and as Bearmon went back for another shot Veemon grabbed the ball. Bearmon turned with a tense fearful look in his eyes. Now everyone gathered and looked on not getting to close.
Spyro stood up and said, "Dude, I think he just did something stupid, we should help him."
Croc said, "Well if you want to get beat to a bloody mess go right on ahead."
Spyro just looked down. Bearmon asked, "And well the hell do you think your doin'?"
Veemon just now realized what he did, and he absolutely loved it. Veemon said with that new found confidence, "I challenge you to a game."
Bearmon dropped the ball and looked down as if he were going to just laugh this off. Bearmon looked up so quick and came with a right hook. Veemon reacted so quick that he closed his eyes and heard a group gasp. Veemon slowly opened his eyes to see he put his hands to the side and blocked his lethal blow. No one had every done this ever. Bearmon drew his hand back. Then Bearmon said, "Alight then we gonna play us a game. But in this court we put what we can on the line. Since I got nothing to give, I tell you what if you some how win I personally talk to Starmon to make your time in prison way shorter. Instead of one year try two more days."
Veemon first brought over Spyro and Croc. Veemon said, "Alight what if we loose."
Bearmon said, "I'll talk with Starmon and I'll make it so we will see a lot more of year for about two years or so."
Veemon felt more then confidence he felt cocky to. Veemon said, "That can't be it right. If I win I want the last two days to be the best of my life. And if I loose I want those two years to be miserable."
Spyro tapped Veemon and asked, "Dude what are you doing?"
Veemon once again kind-of shoving off Spyro. Veemon said, "What about this. If I win, for the two days we are here you have to become my bitch."
Everyone on the outside whispered to each other, he seemed more ominous then what was going on the court.
Veemon continued, "And if we loose, the two years I spend here, all three of us will be your bitches."
Bearmon laughed. After regaining himself he said, "Blue, you're on. Let me just say to just hustled yourself into the worst situation. I see, I eat, sleep and breathe basketball. That is all I did before jail and now I doin' it again. U' sure ur not gonna take back now."
Veemon said, "Let the game begin."
Spyro came in front of Veemon. Spyro asked, "Can I just talk to Vee for a sec."
Bearmon sighed. Spyro moved with Veemon off the court. Spyro said, "This is insane. Were all going to be his property now. We can still call this off."
Veemon said, "No. This isn't about winning or losing. This is about respect."
Spyro said, "This isn't a real bad reference to a movie is it."
Veemon grinned. Spyro said, "Oh god it is a bad movie reference." Veemon went back. Spyro dragged himself to the court. Wizardmon was the ref. He had the ball he said, "I want a clean enough game so that we don't have to scrap blood tomorrow."
Bearmon said, "Just gimmie the ball already. We doin' this old school." Wizardmon handed the ball to Bearmon and went off to the side.
Bearmon passed it to Veemon. Bearmon said, "Loser starts."
Veemon passed it back and said, "Ok then."
Bearmon trusted it the ball back and said, "Don't be a dumb-ass out here or ur gonna get punished twice as much."
Fine got the ball looked at it and said, "Alright I'll start." He went right for the half court shot and made it with ease.
Veemon said, "What do they kids sat these days, Oh yeah, ballin.'"
Bearmon brought back and said, "Alright then. No more going easy then." Bearmon checked the ball to Veemon. As soon as Veemon got it Bearmon whapped the ball out of his hand so he couldn't do that again. He passed to Impmon who crossed Croc then slammed-dunked it. This time Veemon got ready to check. Veemon said, "I bet the whole tough thing is not the real you. I mean sure you might know how to fight but it's only to protect yourself." Veemon passed checked it to Bearmon. Veemon using a very similar tactic rushing in and getting the ball. Veemon passed it to Spyro and he shot it in. Bearmon said, "U' know nothin' about me, u' understand."
Veemon got the ball back. Every time Bearmon had his team shot it. Veemon followed up by coping there moves and managed to keep up with them. Veemon said, "Face it, we are evenly matched. Who knows maybe we might have a lot more in common then you thought."
Bearmon said, "Man, u' don't know notin'"
Veemon said, "I know, you want out just as much as I do."
Bearmon said, "That means nothin'"
Veemon said, "Please we have so much in common, we might just be related some how."
Bearmon said, "Don't fuck with me."
Veemon said, "Well either I win or loose I gonna end up fucking you anyway."
Outside time was over and they were all tied up. Starmon said, "Alright everyone back inside.
Bearmon said, "Alight thanks, now we tied up. We ain't gonna find out who's better until tomorrow."
Veemon said, "Afraid of a little rematch."
Bearmon said, "No, now why don't you make your well to my cell."
Veemon said, "No."
Bearmon stopped his eyes and fist could tell the whole prison he was frustrated. Bearmon said, "What the fuck you me, no."
Veemon said, "Don't you want me in top shape. I mean I wasn't even trying that hard before. I was just coping you. Image it me and you one more time both at one hundred percent. It would be the rematch of the centaury. I didn't want to drag my friends into but I had no choice. But tomorrow instead of a basketball game I was thinking we could fight it out, one on one right out here. Same steaks as before. Whatta' say."
Bearmon crackled his knuckles and grinned, "You're on, tomorrow I'll personally finish you off once and for all."
Veemon said, "Ok what ever you say."
They went back to there own cells tonight. Spyro said, "Dude you're here tonight."
Veemon said, "I tricked Bearmon into making me be able to rest. But I don't really need it."
Spyro blushed, "Does that mean, you would want another go tonight."
Veemon said, "Sure that sounds good to me."
As Veemon climbed up the cell door opened another creature was thrown in. Starmon said, "This is getting crazy all the cells are getting full."
Veemon looked down and whispered, "Look another dude to mess around with tonight."
Spyro grinned. Veemon jumped down as the small purple dragon sat below Croc. Veemon came out him about half way.
The Digimon said, "Don't come any closer. I am a threat to all."
Veemon said, "I'm sure you are. Everyone here is." Croc jumped down and Spyro joined him.
Veemon continued, "So what's your name?"
The Digimon sat up close to being right in front of Veemon. He said, "My name is Dorumon."
Veemon said, "Well Dorumon, it's already about to you got our welcome around here." He winked at Spyro and Croc. Dorumon put his arm out in front of him as if ready to block. Veemon pushed him down back to his bed. Croc ran over and grabbed his arms. Veemon pushed Dorumon down so that he was stuck lying on his belly. Veemon sat on his back. Spyro grabbed his legs.
Veemon said, "Outside this cell you'll be my bitch. But it doesn't have to be that way in here. I'm just going to loosen you up a bit. Veemon stroke his member making it grow quite fast.
Veemon said, "Don't worry, this will only hurt a bit."
Veemon adjusted himself still pressing his hands against his back. Veemon slowly inserted his penis.
Dorumon yelped, "Ahhhhhh." His head snapped left and right, his struggle was greater then the other two. Veemon worked his way back and started to go in a slow motion. Veemon moaned, "Man your tense and tight."
Veemon rubbed his hand on Dorumon's back. Veemon started to move faster. Dorumon could feel his pouch tingle. Veemon moaned, "That's it just relax."
Veemon started to move faster. Veemon moaned, "Hey Spyro loosen his legs just a bit so he's on his knees. He could us a good rub."
Spyro did as instructed. Veemon moved on hand under Dorumon hip down right to his pouch. Veemon started rubbing it. Dorumon couldn't hold it in he moaned, "Mmmmmmmm."
Veemon moaned, "Go ahead Croc let him taste your nice juicy penis."
Croc placed Dorumon's arms down then sat on them in a split. Croc rubbed his pouch and took his penis out right in Dorumon's face. Croc placed his hand on Dorumon head. Croc pulled him even closer his face smeared all over Croc's penis. Dorumon used his other hand to try to force his mouth open. Dorumon just took it any for the sake that he knew this wouldn't end anytime soon. Dorumon bit his shaft.
Croc yelped, "Wow we got us a feisty one."
Veemon spanked Dorumon ass real hard and moaned, "Bad Dorumon, bad."
Croc pressed his other hand Dorumon was know forcefully sucking Croc's penis. Veemon rubbed Dorumon's pouch until it was fully erect. Veemon took off the pouch. He rubbed against what felt like a fur-ball. He felt the tip of Dorumon's penis. Veemon moaned, "Wow your penis is so different."
Veemon had his orgasm. He came off Dorumon. He allowed Croc to stop. Even Spyro let go. Dorumon pressed against the wall. Veemon looked at his furry purple penis. Veemon said, "I can take care of that. All I need you to do is behave. I know you can suck Croc's penis without a problem. I mean you got to admit you loved the taste."
Dorumon sighed, "Yeah, I guess it wasn't that bad."
Veemon said, "Then come on get to it."
Croc sat back down now forcing. Dorumon came up and sucked on Croc's penis now able to enjoy without force. Dorumon did like the taste a lot. Dorumon placed his hand on Croc's shaft.
Croc moaned, "Good, Dorumon, that's more like it."
Dorumon bobbed his head finding the scaly penis to his true liking. He went until Croc had his orgasm. Dorumon took that in as well finding the taste ok. Croc came up and said, "You ain't half bad."
Veemon sat back down and helped Dorumon back up. Veemon started kissing his chest he worked his way down. Veemon went right over Dorumon's cock. He took it all in already using his tongue to wrap around it.
Dorumon moaned, "Ohhhhhhh yeah." Dorumon placed his hands on Veemon's head. Dorumon closed his eyes; the pleasure was godly to him. Croc and Spyro started making out and went to the other side to they could have the own fun.
Dorumon moaned, "Ahhhhhhh." His cum filled Veemon's mouth. The furry taste was new and exciting and so was the cum. Veemon kept going Dorumon moaned, "Ahhhhhhh." His sperm shot out like crazy. Veemon came up.
Veemon said, "See we all take care of each other here."
Dorumon said tiredly while blushing, "I want more."
Veemon said, "Ok then." Veemon sat a little on Dorumon. He lifted his ass then slowly plunged down into Dorumon's penis. They both moaned, "Ahhhhhh." Dorumon still against the wall. His hands came back and squeezed at Veemon's ass. Veemon came closer and kissed Dorumon on the lips. Veemon moaned, "You like that."
Dorumon said, "Do that again."
Veemon started coming up and dropped back down. Veemon came in for another kiss. There lips met. Veemon allowing his tongue to make some work it soon met with Dorumon tongue.
Dorumon never knew what it was like to make out like this. It made Dorumon want to explode down blow plus his penis was in Veemon's asshole. Veemon slightly gave a jump then went into the motion. Veemon knees were to the bed and the jumped pushed and rocked with his motion. Dorumon laid down closer down to the bed. Veemon moved with him, there kisses still meeting so passionately.
Veemon moaned, "I love you." His speed increased. Dorumon moaned, "I love you too." Dorumon quickly moaned, "Ahhhhhhhhhh." His orgasm was explosive just how he wished. Veemon came off. Dorumon blushed, "Sleep with me tonight."
Veemon snuggle with Dorumon and said, "Ok."
Fin | FSE |
Title: College Life: Chapter 11 by fenraar
Tags: Character Development, Gay Relationships, Otter, Plot Development, Tiger, Wolf
Hey peeps. I know in my journal I said I'd have this out a few weeks ago. Anyway, my mate may have forgotten to copy edit it when he said he would... and again.... and then went on holiday... but finally he did it ^\_^'' Another reason for the delay was that last week my own grandfather passed away and what with travelling for the funeral etc. I've not had much of a chance to look over the edits and sort it out until now. Anyway, hope you all enjoy. Take care of yourselves.
College Life 11
"Mammy are you're sure you'll be alright by yourself?" It was time to leave, but Luca repeated the question for what must have been the fifth time in the past three days.
"Yes, yes, Luca. I've already told you, I'll be fine. Besides, I'm not going to be by myself; I've got this bitch to look after, don't forget." She gestured at Charlotte who had just gone hurtling down the hallway to presumably bark at a squirrel in the garden that she'd seen through a window. "Anyway, Moira comes to visit every day and I go to mass every morning. If they think I'm on my last legs then I'll go live in that convent nursing home down the road. But not a moment before that!" She added with a gesticulating finger. Luca sighed at her mother's stubbornness and tenacity. Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if the badger was meant to be a donkey the entire time but had suffered a genetic abnormality during her embryological development. Nonetheless there was no use arguing with her. It was time to leave or the rest of the family were going to miss their plane. They all exchanged a hug with the elderly badger until Diego was the only one yet to exchange some form of physical pleasantry.
"It was lovely meeting you", he said with an outstretched paw. Suddenly he was pulled into a hug by Leo's grandmother, who must have been nearly a foot shorter than him. Pulling his head down she whispered into his ear.
"You take care of my grandson you hear me." She gave a rough tug of his shirt to get her point across.
"I don't intend to do anything less," he replied with a caring smile. She nodded in return and stepped back.
"Well get going, you've got a plane to catch and I'm not having you stay another night. It's hard enough just having to deal with *her*." As if on cue Charlotte came pelting up the hallway. The English pointer appeared briefly at the door before there was a skittering of claws on tiles and a resounding crash as she collided with the door at the other end of the hall. Luca chuckled before embracing her mother one more time.
"Okay. There's frozen spaghetti and casserole in the freezer. I've written instructions for how to use the microwave and the-"
"Yes, yes, I know Luca now hurry up."
"Okay, okay we're going. Take care."
"You too. And don't forget, all of you, to say your prayers." There was a half-hearted noise in response from the group as they got into the car before driving back to the airport.
She waved as their car pulled out of the driveway. Closing over the gate, she watched as the rest of her family slowly receded into the distance, eventually disappearing around a bend and leaving her alone. A wet nose nuzzled her paw and she looked down to see Charlotte sitting on the ground, looking up at her; almost reminding her that she wasn't completely alone.
The two of them turned and returned to the house. Teresa looked around the living room and to the old, slightly tattered armchair that had been Peter's de facto "seat". She had sat on this chair countless times in the past. But somehow, as she sat there this time, knowing that she wouldn't be asked to move from it ever again, the house seemed to get a lot emptier. Charlotte rested her head on her mistress' lap as the badger as the reality of the loss of her husband started to slowly sink in.
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For Leo and Diego, time passed uneventfully for the next few days. They spent most of their time in the former's room studying, occasionally taking breaks to play some variety of videogame or watch an anime.
One evening Diego was sitting on Leo's bed with his back against the headrest. Leo was curled up beside him with his head on the tiger's lap, testing him on the various adrenergic receptors in the different tissues of the body and what effects they had. As they finished up, and while Leo was starting to mentally prepare questions on the different kinds of agonists and antagonists, Diego looked down at the canine in his lap and ran a digit along the bridge of his nose.
"Hey, you wouldn't mind if I went into central London for the evening would you?" Diego asked as his paw moved further back along the wolf's head before scratching him behind the ears. Leo raised his head from the tiger's lap and gave him a look of confusion.
"Uh, sure I guess. Mind if I ask why?"
"I just wanna go help out at the bar I worked in for a bit. The only reason I'm here today is because I was given the opportunity to work there after all."
"Bar?" Leo's eyebrows were raised as his confusion merely escalated.
"The gay bar..." Diego replied. The wolf cocked his head in response rapidly reaching his limit for possible confusion-expressing gestures. It suddenly hit Diego that Leo had originally fallen asleep by this point when listening to his story in the church but they'd both forgot to bring it up after the subsequent events. Diego repeated his story to bring the wolf up to speed with everything, at which point a toothy grin spread across the wolf's face.
"So you were basically the eye candy?"
"What? I-no! I was a bartender. I was hired for more than just my looks." He scratched the back of his head before letting out a defeated sigh: "not that I didn't have the odd compliment every now and again.... ok maybe once a week... every night... multiple times-okay maybe I was *more* popular because of my looks but I was actually working. I took orders and stuff."
Leo gave the tiger a cheeky knowing nod much to the latter's mild frustration before resting his head on the tiger's lap once more.
"Well that's fine of course... but only if I come with you. Can't have any horny guys trying to feel you up on my watch."
Leo texted Luca to let her know what was happening before the two set off. While nervous about Leo going to any kind of gay bar she also trusted Diego enough to not be taking them somewhere unsafe.
After about an hour of buses and subways in which they unfortunately found themselves caught in the evening rush hour they finally reached their destination. Diego let out a quiet happy sigh to himself. The outside hadn't changed at all since the first time he'd seen it. In fact if it wasn't for Leo's presence Diego may well have doubted the fact that he had ever entered the bar in the first place and that everything else had been a dream. Nonetheless a gentle touch on his paw and a reassuring smile from a handsome hairless wolf reminded him that he was in the here and the now.
Together they walked into the bar and almost instantaneously Diego felt the edges of his mouth pull up into a small smile. Nothing had changed; the layout, the people, even the smell of the place were all the same. Two brown leather couches sat in a corner near the window. A table lay between them with boxes of old board games underneath it and a rainbow flag hanging on the wall above. A large open space for dancing filled the middle of the room and high wooden tables filled the remaining walls except for a small stage on the right hand side. This was occasionally the home to small music performances and sometimes performances tailored to the more *mature* tastes of some of the clientele.
Amidst a sea of living happy memories, one face stood out. Not because it was different from the rest; it had managed to weather the last few months without changing either, but it radiated with a greater familiarity and warmth than anything else in the entire bar. Almost instinctively Diego felt his pace quickening as he approached the bar only to vault over it at the last moment and take a surprised-looking otter into a powerful spinning hug.
"Hey Olly," the tiger rumbled happily. The otter regarded him with a look of curiosity before a look of recognition gleamed in his eyes and a huge smile spread across his already happy and welcoming face.
"Diego?!What's with the new look?! And who's your friend? Don't tell me he's turned you into a Skinner has he? Oh, whatever it's wonderful to see you!"
"Ha! Like I'd voluntarily become a Skinner, far too cold - especially for this time of year. No, this is my boyfriend, Leo." He paused for a moment. "And it's... uh... it's the big C I'm afraid." Olly's smile instantly faded. In all honesty it had been a charade from the second he noticed that Diego was hairless. He'd known Diego long enough to know he wasn't interested in the Skinner movement which meant it could only really be one of two things: some kind of joke for a charity or something along those lines, or... the other thing.
"Well then, drink on the house. Nothing like a Cosmo to help the curative process eh?" His smile was clearly strained but his body language spoke volumes. The otter's tail was limp, his shoulders were slumped and his normally hyperactive waist was as lifeless as a cold turkey. Diego had only ever seen him like this once before and that was when he was saying his last goodbye before leaving for university.
"No, no. I'm here to help, not to get wasted. Besides, I know you just want to fill me up with enough cosmos to get my pants off anyway." This elicited a weak chuckle from the otter, who turned to give Diego a dismayed look.
"Diego, if you're sick I don't want you straining yourself. Besides, you don't need to hang about here with me. It's the festive season, go spend it with your boyfriend."
The tiger shook his head and looked below the counter, making a mental note of what bottles were and weren't there before slipping a paw sensually into the otter's right hand pocket and whipping out a set of keys.
"I'm gonna bring in some stock. And no buts." Diego was gone before the otter had a chance to retort. He quickly made his way out of a door at the far end of the bar and walked down the hallway. On his right hand side was a plain-looking white wooden door. The paint was starting to flake off in places but apart from that it looked the same as it had back then. He ran his paw over the familiar door handle before passing on to the end of the hall where another large black door stood. Quickly unlocking the door, he made his way into the poorly-lit store room.
As he stood there, back against the closed door, he couldn't help but wonder if all of this had been a huge mistake. Seeing the old place made him feel like he was home again and yet he couldn't help but worry about whether letting Olly see him like this was a poorly-thought-out decision. Sure, any good friend would be disappointed if they found out a close friend had cancer. But Olly hadn't simply been a good friend. Over the course of the months that Diego had spent working here, their relationship had progressed to a more physical form. At first Olly had drawn the line in a very matter-of-fact way. It was to be purely physical, no mushy gushy romance associated, just two good guy friends. Diego accepted the terms and was pretty happy for it to stay that way. However, at no point would he have objected if Olly amended the terms. Indeed for months it did stay that way. Olly had let the tiger move in with him so they could split the rent. Admittedly, as the date for Diego to leave approached, Olly had, in hindsight, grown slightly agitated. It was clear that something was up, but Diego didn't want to read too deeply into it. Looking back, perhaps he should have - at least before he decided to show his hairless mug back here again. Olly had made him promise to come down and help out whenever he was free and in town. At the time Diego thought it was just playful banter, but perhaps Olly wanted to pick up where they had left off. Maybe he wished they never had left off in the first place. Diego put his head in his paws and shook it in frustration. How had he been so ignorant?!
He sighed to himself and rubbed his paw over the bridge of his muzzle before looking around the room. He moved quickly and purposefully between the crates, grabbing one that was perched precariously atop a stack of three. He then spun around and added another to his collection before finally picking up a third one as he was about to leave. Finally came his favourite part. All of his training hadn't been for nothing. Leaning over to one side he lifted his right leg gracefully to shoulder height above his waist and brought it down on the door handle. As the door crept open, he slid his leg down, returning it to its natural position while simultaneously opening the door, once more exposing himself to the brighter lights in the hallway. *If I'm going to learn how to dance, I might as well make use of it*.
Putting down the crates to lock the door behind him (a skill he hadn't quite mastered with just one foot), he made his way back into the bar. Olly still wasn't quite looking himself as his tail swished far too slowly for the characteristically jovial otter. It was to be expected after all. Especially if he was right about Olly's feelings.
"Yeah, so that bear over there in the corner is Derek. He's wearing a plaid shirt now but give him half a chance and he'll get into leather in a heartbeat. The guy's like some kind of superhero. You say it's leather night and one minute he's in a shirt and chinos, the next minute it's a harness and chaps," Olly explained to Leo. He seemed to be acquainting him with the local clientele. Fortunately for the wolf, today wasn't quite as happy-go-lucky as the evening that Diego had first turned up. Although, without enough knowledge of how the bar worked, Leo couldn't be sure as to whether or not it may still develop into such a spectacle. Were leather nights a regular theme? Were there other themed nights? Who knew - maybe he'd even get to see "Derek" in a harness tonight. In his mind he grinned at that but he wasn't going to let it show; no, he would bide his time and wait to tease Diego about Derek the leather bear on another occasion.
Diego smiled to see the two of them talking cordially. It could in retrospect have been much worse and not just between Leo and Olly. Derek was here. He was probably already estimating Leo's measurements and was preparing his lines carefully to try and get the wolf into whatever leather accessories he could. It wasn't that he would've been hitting on Leo; he tried to get everyone and anyone into leather, a feat that he actually managed to accomplish one night while Diego was still working here. While he would've found it amusing, he wasn't sure how Leo would've reacted to a hulking bear like Derek explaining to him the joys of leather against one's fur (or in the wolf's case, skin) and the intense feeling of masculinity it brought with it.
"Glad to see the two of you are getting on well," he said with a cheery smile and gentle nudge against the otter.
"Why wouldn't I be getting on well with such a stud muffin? If you're not careful he's going to become my number one and you'll be bumped down to number two."
"Heh, sure I will," he said with a cheeky grin as he elbowed the otter to one side. Setting the crates down he quickly got to work, filling up the shelves with stock and rearranging the fridge so that old bottles were brought to the front whilethe new lukewarm bottles were moved to the book. Leo couldn't help but marvel at the big cat as he worked; it seemed almost effortless, bordering on instinctual. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to the wolf, but at the same time it kind of did. People in school had always acknowledged Leo for his grades, always joking about how clever he was and how he was going to simply waltz into studying medicine at Camford. While he would routinely laugh it off, he had believed it to some degree. He knew he scored top grades, there was no doubt about that - but in retrospect, he didn't think he was clever. All the wolf did was spend hours studying. He wasn't a member of any school clubs and, while he had previously dabbled in sports like fencing outside of school, he hadn't kept them up when it came to his final few years. If anything, with the amount of time he spent making notes, and reading ahead, and then revising, and then making notes of his notes, it would have been a miracle if he *didn't* get the place. But looking at Diego as he worked he couldn't help but feel so vastly inferior. Here was someone who had not only missed school for much of his final year, he had also held down a job at the same time, found time to go to the gym and taken up dance lessons. And while his grades were ultimately lower than Leo's the fact that he still managed to get the grades he needed on top of everything else was nothing short of some supernatural feat.
Suddenly the whole room felt kind of stuffy and it occurred to Leo that Olly had been saying something that he hadn't quite been paying attention to. He blinked his eyes in exaggerated surprise before grinning sheepishly.
"Um, I'm really sorry, there's a...uh... beefcake behind the bar that momentarily distracted me. I'm gonna take a breather outside for a sec. I dunno if it's me but it's starting to feel really hot in here."
"Oh, that's okay, you go have a breather. I can be a bit much for the newcomers," the otter replied with a smile. When Diego finished reorganising the stock he gave the smaller mustelid a hearty pat on the back.
"Hey, go have a fag. I'll man the fort for a bit."
"Yeah, I might do that, thanks."
Leo was leaning against a windowsill on the outside of the pub when the otter came out, cigarette in mouth, holding it down to the small flame of the pink plastic lighter between his two paws. Looking at the ground briefly he noticed some leaves blowing down the path. He noted the wind direction and stood downwind of the wolf. Leo wasn't really sure what to say. On the one hand he just wanted to be lost in his own thoughts while on the other hand he knew the otter had just received some pretty bad news. It would be easy to play it off that he was merely ignorant of how close Diego and the otter were, but deep down he knew he should probably say something, anything to comfort Diego's friend but words temporarily escaped him. In the end it was the otter who broached the subject.
"So, I take it you're not just a skinner then."
"Um, I'm guessing that's someone who shaves for fun or maybe sexual pleasure?" The otter nodded silently in response as he took another puff from the cigarette. "Then no, I'm afraid not. You can probably guess what happened. His hair started falling out in the shower one day. He was... he was very scared, to say the least."
"I don't blame him." The otter replied sullenly.
"It was kind of a rash decision on my part. I went back to my room later that night and just took it all off. It's hard to go through something like that on your own. I just wanted to be there, y'know? Even if it's just one other person, it's nice to know that you're not alone." At this point the otter had turned away. For all the wolf knew, he was simply relighting his cigarette. Then there was a loud sniff and the cigarette was dropped to the floor. It was barely half smoked but the otter drove his heel into it. Even when the cigarette was clearly out the otter's foot continued to grind into it with greater intensity until he started to angrily stamp it. Leo's ears twitched as he heard what he knew was a cry of anguish being held back against gritted teeth. Out of nowhere the wolf found himself with a teary otter burying his wet muzzle into his hairless neck.
"Why?! Why did it have to be him, Leo? I don't understand. He's too young. He's too...special. I-I don't want to say goodbye for a second time."
"I'm sorry Olly." He wanted to say more to reassure the otter, to tell him that everything would be okay and that the treatment would make it all better. But he knew it was a lie. Diego didn't look like he was getting better, the tumours had spread at an alarming rate and unless there was some sudden change in the efficacy treatment or the cancer then... The wolf shook his head and pushed the thought to the back of his mind - as far back as it could possibly go. "How close were the two of you?"
"We weren't," the otter lied with a loud sniff of his nose. "We were just friends with benefits. Fuck buddies who happened to be work colleagues. Nothing more. We agreed that it wouldn't progress to a relationship, that feelings wouldn't come into it." He sighed to himself. "I didn't want feelings to come into it. He was way younger than me. I was 29, he was 17 pushing 18. I knew he was going to go off to university and I'd be by myself again. I didn't mind that at first, I knew I could always go back to quick hook ups. I mean hey, easy hook ups with horny gay furs is one of the perks of my job. But... I couldn't stop myself falling for him. God, I didn't want to, I knew it would break my heart but I did and he was either too young or too oblivious to notice. There's just something wonderful about him; something that makes it impossible not to love him. He brings a smile to my face whenever he enters the room, I could watch him dance for hours on end and you probably don't even need me to tell you about what he's like under the sheets."
"Heh, yeah." Leo forced a strained laugh. It didn't surprise him that the tiger and the otter were previously close and surprisingly he didn't even mind what was essentially Diego's ex weeping into his shoulder, confiding feelings that he might not have even expressed to the man who was currently holding down the fort inside. What surprised him the most was that he hadn't really envisaged Diego as being particularly sexually active. He'd never expressed any kind of primordial state of arousal with the wolf but had apparently done so multiple times with the otter. The otter picked up on the pause.
"You guys haven't...?"
"No, not really."
"Have you tried to initiate anything?"
"I wouldn't know where to start," Leo said as he scratched the back of his head. He could feel himself blushing and cursed moments like this that he had no fur to hide the redness in his cheeks.
"Ah. You need to understand. It's hard to explain this... Ah, think of it like this. Diego is a dancer both in and out of the bed. He'll move with you and match your intensity. If you throw him a bone he'll throw you one back. If you don't, he's not going to force himself on you. I mean, I'm sure he doesn't mind since you're still together but, well, it's just that, we kinda did it quite regularly... Not meaning to brag or anything like that!" The otter said as he backpedalled quickly on his statement, "I just mean to say he might have chronic blue balls at this stage."
Leo let out another nervous chuckle not really sure what he was supposed to be saying to any of this. Was the otter telling him to service Diego's needs? Or was the otter trying to suggest that they both needed sex in their relationship? Things had been going fine but if Diego really was used to having it regularly had he been going through sexual cold turkey this entire time? "Anyway, enough about sex. I'm sorry I brought it up. How's his proaganosis or whatever it's called? He's gonna get better right?"
"I'm afraid I don't know." Leo said as a lump formed in his throat. He'd learnt to live every day keeping that thought at bay. It was his only way of coping with what he knew to be the reality of the situation. He knew that if he elaborated, he and the otter quickly would have quickly swapped roles. "Anyway we should be getting inside. Diego will be wondering where we've got off to; a cigarette only lasts so long."
As they walked back into the bar they were met with wolf whistles and cat-calls; a crowd had formed around the bar and as Leo and Olly pushed their way through they found Diego shaking up a cocktail. That alone would have been unremarkable if it wasn't for the fact that he was simultaneously putting on a leather harness while doing so. As the final buckle was tightened up he strained the bright red cocktail into a martini glass and popped half a strawberry into the mixture. He handed it to a rather large bear, who offered him a £20 note with instructions to keep the change. Diego nodded his thanks with a mischievous wink, before turning to serve the next customer.
The wolf's jaw had dropped so far at the spectacle that it was currently occupying a space somewhere between the mantle and the core of the Earth. Olly on the other hand gave a mock head shake of disapproval.
"We never did manage to keep you in a shirt for an entire night did we?"
"Pfft, more like you guys would never let me go an entire night without forcing me to take it off!" The crowd gave an approving laugh and dissipated back to the various spots in the bar from whence it had originated. Diego leaned over the counter towards Leo and gave a naughty grin. "So...what'll it be guv'nor?"
"I'm good, dear," the wolf responded as he poked the tiger in the nose, forcing him back to his side of the bar.
The rest of the night went by in a blur as Leo marvelled at the skill of both Olly and Diego and how at times they seemed to be working in perfect sync. Bars had never really been Leo's "scene" per se. He didn't really see the point of getting drunk, he wasn't looking to hook up with someone and if he wanted to have fun he would play videogames at home. He'd never really had the opportunity to watch cocktails being made, and certainly not as dramatically. Pieces of chopped-up strawberries or limes sailed through the air from his tiger at one end of the bar to the otter with a Boston shaker at the other. They had clearly spent hours practicing; getting the aims and trajectories perfect as piece after piece of fruit landed into the shaker, even as the otter was pouring some form of alcohol on top of them.
Over the next few days the otter and the tiger continued to work together, taking whatever opportunity they could do show Leo the basics. While Diego had been a natural, Leo wasn't quite as strongly suited to life behind a bar as the first 5 pints he tried to pull ended up going straight down the sink, deemed "irrefutably undrinkable," while his first attempts at cocktails left large chunks of fruit where there shouldn't have been any. By the end of the week, pouring basic drinks was something he had become competent at. While he enjoyed learning something new, and it kept him from getting lost too much in his own thoughts, everything that Olly had talked about with him kept surfacing in the back of his mind, but every time he thrust it aside; there were more important things to think about. He didn't want to mention it to Diego though; he knew it was a conversation that had meant to stay private. However, when he watched the otter and the tiger working happily together in perfect unison, the wolf couldn't help but wonder if he had perhaps unknowingly stolen the tiger from his true Mr Right.
The final day before they had to return to university arrived all too suddenly. Leo had become reasonably proficient behind the bar and was occasionally left behind it by himself while Diego was grabbing stock and Olly having a cigarette. As closing time was fast approaching and the last of the customers were starting to leave, the otter approached the big cat and took his paw. Mentally steeling himself, he looked up to the tiger's face.
"Diego, can I talk to you in private?" Diego looked puzzled. The otter took a deep breath and, after a moment, continued. Needless to say, the next few words made both Diego and Leo suddenly very apprehensive. "...It's about... us... you and me" | FSE |
Title: A Bargain Ch. 02
Tags: seduction, nakedness
**Chapter 2: Seduction**
SATURDAY: JENN EXPLORES HER SEXUALITY
I woke up Saturday morning to find the sun shining through the curtainless windows, with one of my hands on Jenn's boobs, and with one of Jenn's hands holding my sticky penis and balls. She was already awake and was trying to arouse me! I pretended to be asleep, and she carefully twisted around on the bed so that she could examine my penis closely.
Jenn held her face just inches from my body as she fondled and explored me. Her innocent curiosity coupled with her touching immediately caused my penis to become fully erect. She caressed and rubbed it, a look of wonder and excitement on her face. Then she began to mimic what I had done when I jacked off, and as I peeked at her naked body through my slitted eyes, I felt the pressure at the base of my penis quickly building.
My penis was pointed directly at Jenn's face, and she was looking at its cyclops eye, now swollen and dark red. She watched my balls pull up hard against my shaft, and she began to rub them with one hand while stroking my shaft with the other. I felt a growing heat spreading out from my balls as Jenn continued rubbing and fondling me.
I ejaculated. My first burst hit Jenn between the eyes, and before she could react, a second rope of cum hit the side of her nose and flopped into her open mouth. She recoiled in disgust, saying, "Yuck!" and the next shot struck directly on her right nipple. It was still coated with dried cum from the night before.
As Jenn jerked back, I grabbed her and pulled her back against me, and my remaining cum splashed against her stomach and dripped onto my abdomen. "GOD! It's in my mouth! It's all over my face! Let go of me!" She cried.
I forced Jenn down onto her back, and I rolled over on top of her and pinned her to the bed. Then I licked the cum off of her face. She kept trying to keep me from kissing her, but I persisted, and I finally pushed a wad of my cum into her mouth with my tongue. She tried to spit it out, but I kept my mouth clamped against hers, and I began to rub my thigh against her pussy. I could feel the fresh, sticky cum on my stomach as I rubbed against her.
Jenn swallowed, then kissed me back. It was obvious that she was really turned on. "I think I'd like you to do me again!" She shyly said. "And your . . . stuff . . . didn't taste so bad after all!"
I was happy to oblige, and I moved my lips to her pussy. About twenty minutes later I enjoyed her screams of climax while I watched waves of passion ripple through her abdomen. This time I had two fingers inside her when she came, and I could feel her vagina contracting against them as her orgasm trembled through her body.
We shared a long, sticky kiss as we clung to each other. The pussy juice on my mouth covered up our morning breath. Jenn hungrily licked my face. "I thought it would taste awful!" She declared. "But it . . . somehow . . . makes me feel even more excited!"
As Jenn pressed herself against me, I knew I was winning the struggle. She had experienced far more sexual arousal than anything she had done before, and we had become almost as physically intimate as two people could be. My penis throbbed as I realized that she would probably soon be asking for me to really have sex with her. All I needed to do was to keep her aroused and ready!
The cabin slowly got warmer. We were sticky with our various secretions and covered with dried sweat, and needed to shower. When we got up, I pointed out the various wet spots on the sheets. I pulled them off the mattress and put them in the washing machine. While I got it running, Jenn took her still-damp towel into the bathroom and began to shower.
I got my mostly-dry towel from the porch and joined her. Jenn didn't complain when I climbed into the tub with her, and we took turns cleaning each other off. While I was cleaning her pussy, I slid one finger into her vagina and another into her anus, with my thumb pressing against her clitoris. Jenn was disgusted by the finger in her ass, so I told her she should do the same thing to me.
With her soapy finger inside me, I helped her find my prostate, and instructed her on the way to rub it that really turned me on. I was soon moaning and groaning, and Jenn had a huge, satisfied grin on her face. Before I ejaculated, I made her stop, and I pushed my fingers back into her, this time without complaint. She was soon grunting as I had done a couple of minutes before. We stopped before the hot water ran out, but we were both nearly ready to climax.
After drying each other off, I took the wet towels outside, and I hung them on a clothesline about fifty feet from the cabin. Then we began preparing breakfast. Our frequent kisses kept our arousal at a peak. My balls had a slight ache, and I could smell Jenn's pussy even though she had just showered.
With the bacon sizzling and the eggs ready to be put on, the washing machine stopped, and I told Jenn it was her turn to hang out the laundry. After some arguing, she finally walked outside, completely naked, and hung the sheets up. Watching her do this in the nude was really a sight! It was still a little chilly outside, so her nipples were stiff and she was shivering when she came back in, so we cuddled and kissed for a couple of minutes. Once again she got really aroused. Most likely she had never really gotten calmed down from our earlier activities.
The cabin was quickly warmed by the sun, so we unclasped each other and finished making breakfast. We ate it in the nude. Of course there really wasn't any choice since I still had Jenn's clothes locked up! Jenn blushed occasionally, but she gave no other sign that she was uncomfortable. While we drank coffee after breakfast, I sat across from her and talked her into giving me beaver shots like Sharon Stone had done in Basic Instinct. Of course it's even a better view if the woman is nude! And her blonde pubic curls were incredibly beautiful to stare at!
"Your penis points up when I do this!"
"I can tell you're enjoying this. I am too!" I replied.
Every time Jenn spread her legs apart and arched her hips forward, she blushed very deeply, but she was becoming more wanton. I had a world-class hard-on.
When we hadn't touched each other for several minutes, we slowly calmed down. Jenn said she wanted to explore the woods some more, and I agreed. I retrieved the VW key, and I told her that she could go out and get any clothes she wanted to wear. Once again I was treated to the sight of a naked woman outside in the sunlight while she made two trips back-and-forth with her collection of little bags of clothes.
I insisted that we not wear any underwear. We wore shorts, T-shirts, and shoes and socks. Jenn looked fabulous, particularly with her two erect nipples pushing her shirt front out!
We explored the woods and rocky outcroppings for nearly two hours. We saw lots of snakes. Some were poisonous, but they were easily avoided. Late in the morning we returned to the clearing around the cabin. I suggested we have a drink and sunbathe. I got a beach blanket out of the car, spread it on the grass, and began to take off my clothes.
Jenn said she was afraid of getting burned in sensitive places, but I pulled out a bottle of suntan lotion and told her that we could prevent that easily enough! As soon as she was completely nude, I insisted on applying lotion to her entire body, paying particular attention to her breasts and nipples. Since she was a blonde, I pointed out that I really had to be thorough, and by the time I was done with the pale skin below her waist, she was once again really aroused. Then she greased me up, paying particular attention to my erect penis. Finally we lay down and began to bake in the sun.
Every few minutes we would change positions, and I insisted that we apply more lotion to the white, untanned areas on our bodies. Jenn used the lotion to make my penis slippery, and she mimicked our strokes of the night before and began to give me a hand job.
Lying on my back, with a beautiful, greasy, naked girl rubbing my dong, was too much. When she slid a greasy finger into my anus and began to rub my prostate, I shot my wad. This time she had me aimed away from her, and it ended up on my legs. She laughed and wiped it off me with her hands, then used the grass to clean her hands off. She was amazed at how small my penis was when it was uninflated, and she made fun of it. But then it was my turn.
I had Jenn lie on her back, and I rubbed a lot of lotion onto her breasts, and onto the front of her thighs. Then I straddled her waist, and rubbed her breasts with one hand while I reached back and used my slippery hand to rub her pussy. She raised her knees and spread her legs apart, and I slid my fingers in and out of her vagina. The lotion made her clitoris very slippery, and she began to move with the rhythm of my hand strokes.
My penis stiffened up, and she caressed it while I slowly brought her tensions up. As I had done before, I brought her to the brink, then paused, then brought her to the brink again. I did this over and over until she arched her head back and looked like she was in pain. I increased the tempo on her pussy and she began to scream my name over and over. I could feel her body shaking under me.
As she calmed down, she pulled my hand away from her clitoris saying it was just too sensitive. I kissed and fondled her for a few minutes, then built her up again. This time I told her that she had to finish herself.
"I can't do that! Not with you watching!" She cried.
"I did it last night while you watched!" I retorted. I rubbed her clitoris with my finger until she was almost there, and then stopped. "Your turn, Jenn! Finish yourself off!"
After a few false starts, she began to rub her breasts with one hand while rubbing her crotch with the other. I leaned back and I watched her masturbate, thinking about how far I'd already brought her. Late yesterday she had been reluctant to eat a meal with me while nude. Now she was allowing me to watch her masturbate herself!
As Jenn twisted her legs around, I could hear her wet vagina making smacking sounds, and I knew she was getting close. Finally she climaxed, and screamed, although not as loudly as before. But she kept rubbing herself and her climax repeated several times. Finally she stopped, and lay on her back with her legs spread apart, with the sun shining directly on her pussy lips. If any woman ever had a well-fucked look, it was Jenn - and she hadn't fucked me!
I leaned over her and kissed her. She clung to me for several minutes. She made little purring sounds in her throat. A little later we picked up our stuff, including our clothes and my beach blanket with a couple of spots of Jenn's pussy juice on it, and we went back to the cabin. It was so hot we had to open the windows to cool it off, and then we made some ham and cheese sandwiches and ate them in the nude outside in the shade. We washed them down with cold beer. When we tried to get up, we both found we had stiff and sore muscles from the hiking and climbing.
We went back inside and ran a warm bath, and then we both climbed in and soaked. Every few minutes we added a little hot water. We soon drifted off to sleep in the tub, with our heads at opposite ends, and with our legs intertwined so that our crotches were pressing against each other. In the warm water I could clearly see that Jenn's labia were engorged and that her pussy was open and ready. My prick stuck straight up out of the water, and if I hadn't made my "no intercourse" promise, I would have screwed her right then. She was ready, I was ready, and we were both relaxed. Instead of making love, we napped.
Jenn woke me when she pulled the plug and stood up. We repeated the shower action of the morning, and washed all of the residual lotion off our various body parts. Then we grabbed a couple of cold beers, walked naked outside, pulled our towels off the line, and dried off outdoors. A gentle breeze had come up, and it was warm but not hot. The smell of the woods made it feel like paradise. Of course holding and caressing a naked Jenn didn't hurt, either!
I told Jenn that I had a couple of presents for her, and I retrieved them from the car. First I handed her a package with a pink bow on it. She quickly finished her beer and then opened it. When she pulled out the black negligee, she blushed and stammered, "I could never wear something like this!"
But I insisted, so Jenn told me to wait outside while she went into the cabin and put the skimpy outfit on. After a couple of minutes Jenn called my name, and I entered the cabin to find her wearing the negligee, lying on her back on our bed, with her hands over her head and with her knees up and her legs spread wide apart. She looked like a gift from God, and her posture and the look on her face said, "Unwrap me and fuck me!" She was clearly learning how to exploit her sexuality!
I kissed her and caressed her entire body, and she quickly became extremely aroused. After a lot of foreplay, I untied the bow between her breasts, slipped the negligee top off her sweaty body, and paused to look at her wearing nothing but the skimpy black bikini bottoms. As I rubbed her crotch through the material, her pussy juice soaked the panties, and I could see her wet pussy lips through the material. Before I slid the panties off her, I had her bend down and look at herself. She looked again when she was naked, and it was obvious that she was ready. Her outer lips were dark and spread, and her vagina was partially open.
I slipped her pussy-juice-sodden panties down her legs and dropped them onto the floor. I handed her the second package. She looked confused when she pulled out a dildo, but she immediately started comparing it to my erect penis. "It's almost an exact copy of yours!" She laughed. "It's even the same size!"
The dildo came complete with balls, and also with a tickler which, I explained to Jenn, was to stimulate her clitoris. "I'm not sure about using this!" She said. I quickly smeared lubricating gel all over it (even though it probably wasn't necessary, given the state of her arousal), and I began to push it slowly into her vagina. Jenn stared at it as it slowly disappeared into her, and then she gasped when the tickler struck her clitoris.
I began to move the dildo in and out of Jenn, pressing down and twisting when I had it all the way in, and this really drove Jenn wild! She began to grunt, and she jerked her hips against the dildo as I began to increase the in-and-out tempo. She had her fastest climax yet, and they probably heard her scream at the store in the valley!
I held the Dildo inside Jenn while she calmed down, then I began to move it again. As soon as she started responding, I told her that it was hers to use, and she sat up a little and began to move it around inside her. It was instructive to see the motions, patterns, and timing she used. Within a few minutes she again exploded with orgasm. While she calmed down, I gently caressed her body and kissed her. The dildo remained inside her.
I was becoming aware that my feelings for Jenn weren't just sexual. We had been friends for a couple of years, and now that we were getting intimate, I knew I was starting to fall in love with her. I began to worry about what would happen once I finally got her so aroused that she wanted to fuck me. I knew that I was already close to that point, but how would she feel afterwards? I'd given my word, after all. For the most part I was concerned about her feelings for me. That was a first for me - with any woman!
I told Jenn that she could use the dildo any time she wanted to pretend that I was fucking her, and she kissed and hugged me. Then I had an idea. I told her that the black negligee could be her way of signaling me that she wanted to really have intercourse. "If you ever wear that for me again, I'll know that you are ready for us to have real sex. Until you decide to do that, you can always use the dildo."
Jenn smiled, looking completely sated. "So, if I wear this outfit for you, you will make love to me? And until I do that, you won't?" She asked. I nodded and she kissed me for a long time. "It's a deal!" She said. One again I realized I'd just made a promise that I didn't think I would be able to keep. If I got her hot enough to beg me to fuck her, could I do so without breaking this new promise? It really surprised me that I cared!
I wanted to have her "wear" the dildo, and after a trip to the bathroom, we found that a pair of panties she had packed would almost hold it in place inside her. Certainly with a little help from me, and with an occasional push from her, she could move around with the dildo inside her. Even with her panties on it was sexier than having her nude since I knew that she had an erect "copy" of my penis inside her!
We decided to have an early dinner, and we quickly made spaghetti which we ate with garlic bread and more red wine. Throughout the preparation and the meal, I pressed the dildo through her panties, and Jenn wiggled and gasped with the stimulation. She was so turned on that her face and chest were covered with blotchy red areas and her nipples were rigid. I teased her by dripping some wine onto her breasts and then licking it off, and I challenged her to do the same thing with my penis. She was reluctant, but finally tried it. It felt so good having her lick, suck, and kiss my prick, particularly since it was completely new to her.
Then I talked Jenn into giving me a real blow job. She quickly picked up the idea after a few instructions, and she really drove me wild! At the same time she was flexing her hips and rubbing the dildo through her panties, driving herself into a frenzy. She suddenly began to orgasm, and as she raised her head to scream, I exploded into her open mouth, onto her face, and onto her neck. She collapsed on top of me with her legs apart, straddling me. She kissed me, and I licked some of the cum off her face. Before I could finish, she began to drift to sleep. My limp penis was against one of her legs, and I could feel the sticky cum between us. I could taste it, and I could reach down her back and feel between her legs and push on the dildo through her panties. She obviously enjoyed the sensation, but we were both exhausted and I quickly joined her in sleep.
EARLY SUNDAY: THE FINAL DAY AT THE CABIN
Jenn woke up first, and she woke me when she got up. It was sometime after 2:00 a.m. Jenn removed the dildo and we both looked at the way her vagina stayed open, even with it out. We shared a fast, joint shower. The cabin was really cold, and we quickly got back into our sticky bed. Jenn was on top as she had been earlier, only this time she wasn't wearing her panties. She slid down me until my stiff prick was pressed upright firmly against her pussy. Then she wiggled against me, kissed me deeply, and quickly fell asleep.
I dozed for a while, then decided to resume stimulating Jenn. I gently stroked her back, all the way down to the backs of her thighs. My fingers gently brushed the sides of her breasts, even lightly touching one nipple. I began to slowly move my hips forward and back a little bit, producing a sliding motion with my erection along her pussy and against her clitoris. Other than my prick, I was completely relaxed. I kept this up for at least a half hour, then I began to be more direct in my touching. I worked my thumbs between our chests and applied direct stroking to her nipples.
I gradually increased the tempo of my hip thrusts, and I lengthened the strokes. In only a few minutes I could feel Jenn's pussy getting wet, and my penis, now partially wrapped in her labia, began to slide smoothly up and down her slit. Her heart began to beat faster, and her breathing picked up, but she still appeared to be asleep. She began to move her hips in time with the movement of my prick, and I reached between her legs and pressed the head of my penis more solidly against her.
Soon the head of my penis moved almost inside Jenn on each stroke, and I began to move from side to side when my thrust was at its greatest, rubbing back and forth against her clitoris. Her hip action increased, and I no longer needed to press my penis with my hand in order for its head to begin to enter her vagina. She was so wet that it felt like her pussy lips were greased. The only reason my penis didn't enter her was the angle between our bodies, and either of us could easily correct if we so desired.
Jenn began to grunt and moan with each of my slow, deliberate thrusts, and I left the head of my penis at her vaginal opening longer and longer. She suddenly woke up, and we both added side-to-side motion to our forward and back hip action. She raised herself up to kiss me, and I began to rub her breasts and pull gently on her nipples. The change in her posture caused the head of my penis to begin to enter her vagina, and I held it there, twisting and turning, while we kissed. If she pushed herself up and leaned back, my penis was going to enter her. As it was her rocking hip action caused the head of my penis to really stimulate her, and I could feel the opening to her vagina alternately squeezing and releasing me.
Our motions got faster and faster, and Jenn's grunts and moans got louder and longer. Suddenly she climaxed, and once again the only thing that kept my penis from entering her was the angle between our bodies when she dropped herself on me. The head of my penis was still at the entrance to her vagina, and I could feel her contractions through it. The sensations were incredibly exciting, and as her orgasm died down, I moved my penis back and forth against her, and she climaxed again, dislodging the head of my penis from the entrance to her vagina with her writhing.
After a few seconds Jenn's screaming stopped, and I could hear a wet popping sound from her vagina as she twisted her hips back and forth. Jenn was still really aroused! I gently rolled her off me so that we were lying side-by-side, and I slid one hand down to her crotch. I rubbed my hand along her pussy, lubricating my fingers and thumb, and then I pushed three fingers into her, and rubbed her clitoris with my slippery thumb.
Inside Jenn I spread my fingers to make her feel as if her cunt had a really big dork in it, and I again found her G-spot. Very gently and slowly I began to rub her most sensitive spots, alternating between her G-spot and her clitoris, while kissing her face, neck, and breasts. For at least ten minutes I rubbed her almost to orgasm, then backed away.
In spite of the cold cabin air, Jenn kicked off the sheet and blanket, and lay spread-eagled on her back on the bed. She began to rub her hands all over my body. The cold air in the cabin didn't matter to either of us anymore.
I slowly moved until I was kneeling between her legs. I placed the head of my penis at the entrance to her vagina. "Do you want me to slide it into you, Jenn?" I asked in a husky voice.
"God yes! Now! Fuck me now! I want you inside me!" she screamed and threw one arm over her eyes and arched her back, opening herself up even more. I heard her vagina make another wet pop, but I found I couldn't do it. If I'd had a condom, I wouldn't have even considered what was really bothering me. I would have slipped it over my cock and plunged it into her waiting snatch.
I had correctly believed that I could arouse Jenn to this point by making her live up to her arrangement with me. But I had also promised that I wouldn't fuck her unless she wore the black outfit. But so what? Wasn't the idea to get her up here and fuck her? As I hesitated, I suddenly found myself exploding with feelings for Jenn. I realized I was unable to betray our new arrangement concerning the black negligee. Stupid!
Jenn was twisting and writhing under me. I heard her vagina pop again. Since I couldn't just fuck Jenn, I picked up the dildo, pushed my dork away from her pussy, and held the dildo just like my penis. Then I rocked forward, sliding the dildo all of the way into her in one, slow, smooth push. I had two fingers between the tickler and her clitoris so that she wouldn't feel it, and I pressed my fingers against her clitoris. This was too much for Jenn, and she arched her back, thrashed her arms, pulled her knees up, and screamed over and over. I held the dildo firmly against my crotch, and I pretended it was my penis as I fucked her with it. She screamed and climaxed twice more before she went completely limp, gasping for breath. I pulled the dildo out of her with a wet "plop," and then lay down beside her and caressed her all over as we cuddled.
My balls were aching like they were going to explode! As Jenn recovered, she reached down, took hold of my penis, and realized that it was still rock-hard and erect. "Didn't you fuck me?" she asked?
"No, I used the dildo," I replied.
"Why? I wanted you inside me! Why didn't you? God, I even thought it was you and it was incredible!"
"Jenn, I can't talk about that until I get some relief! My balls are throbbing!".
Jenn giggled, and crawled on top of me with her dripping twat almost in my face and licked and sucked until I came. This time she was ready, and she caught nearly all of my cum in her mouth. As my penis began to deflate, Jenn spun herself around on me and pushed a huge mass of cum into my mouth with her tongue. Then she giggled again.
After pulling the sheet and blanket back over us and cuddling for a few minutes, Jenn repeated her question. "So, why didn't you fuck me when you had the chance? Is there something wrong with me?"
By that time I could verbalize my answer. "Jenn, I took unfair advantage of you all weekend, and I made you do all sorts of things you had never done before. I kept turning you on, and I figured that eventually your sexual passions would overwhelm everything else, even your own sense of right and wrong."
Jenn was staring at me with a strange look in her eyes. Abruptly I realized something else, and I told her, "We didn't have any protection, and I knew I might get you pregnant. I'd gladly marry you if that happened, cuz I know you would never get an abortion. But I don't think we could succeed in a marriage if a baby caused it."
Now the look on Jenn's face was a mixture of confusion and sadness. "So you didn't fuck me because you don't want us to make babies together? Is that it?"
"No, Jenn. If we decided - in particular if YOU decided - that we should have unprotected sex because we were heading toward marriage anyway, then that would make everything different. But I couldn't just . . . arouse you . . . trick you . . . Ah, shit! I couldn't take advantage of you like that, okay? Particularly after we made that deal with the negligee! And I've never wanted to make babies with anyone before, but now I think I do with you!"
Now Jenn was smiling. "Does this happen to you a lot? You get the girl all hot and then can't finish because you worry about her?"
"Truthfully, this is the first time I've ever turned down a fully-aroused and ready woman! It's not that I didn't want to fuck you, it's more like . . . I've never wanted to have sex so much before. Hell, I don't really understand!"
Jenn kissed me then held me close for a couple of minutes. "So, you don't ever plan to make love to me, is that it?" She asked.
This time I laughed. "Not exactly! If you decide to make love to me when you're not turned on to the point of losing control - as you were a few minutes ago - then you won't be able to keep me out of you! Let me repeat what we agreed earlier. If you ever wear that black negligee for me again, I'll assume you've decided that we can make love, and I'll do everything I can to arouse every sexual passion in you I can before I slide my penis into you."
Jenn looked thoughtful in the dawn light coming in the windows. After a few minutes she spoke. "Okay, I'll go along with that. But I'm still a little confused. I reached the point where I couldn't stop. I didn't even WANT to stop! How were you able to keep from having sex with me? Did I do something wrong? Weren't you as excited as I was?"
"Jenn, it wasn't easy! We both know I've had a lot more experience with sex than you! I knew you would have felt 'used' if I had taken advantage of you that way."
Jenn was quiet for another minute or so. "What would happen if I let another guy get me into the same position? Would he be able to quit?"
"Jenn, you would almost certainly get fucked," I replied. "I don't mind breaking down your inhibitions, and I love introducing you to sexual passion, but I have too much feeling and too much respect for you to take advantage of you like that. And that is a surprise to me, too!"
"You don't call what you did so far taking advantage?" Jenn challenged and she began to punch me gently in the stomach.
"Of course I took advantage of you!" I replied. "But did we do anything that you regret? Besides you took advantage of me in order to finish that exam!"
After a few moments Jenn answered. "My only regret is I've lost my sexual innocence. My relationships with men will never be the same again."
"You were naive before, Jenn. Now you understand much more about your own desires as well as mine, and your relationships with men will be mature, as a woman, not as a girl."
Jenn grinned at me. "You're hoping that I'll put on that black outfit and lie back down like I was before, aren't you?"
I grinned back. "Of course! And if you do, I promise I won't stop! You can watch my penis going in and out of you, not the dildo!"
"Well, your instincts are pretty darned good, Don!" Jenn said. "I'm right in the middle of the month, between periods. If you wanted to get me pregnant, this is probably just about the best day to do it. I think I'll skip unprotected sex today! I'm not ready to become a mother just yet!" We cuddled and kissed for several minutes.
We finally got up from the sweat-drenched, sticky sheets, and explored our mutual passions by taking a long, gentle shower. Then we dried off and prepared breakfast. As we sat together, each enjoying the relaxed nudity of the other, Jenn asked, "So what am I supposed to do when I get really horny? That's probably going to happen a lot from now on."
I pointed to the dildo, still covered with her slime, lying on the floor. "Pretend that's me!"
Jenn grabbed my dork, "Why couldn't I pretend it was someone else?" she asked and she named a couple of movie stars.
"Jenn, your fantasies are your own business!" I said. "But that dildo still looks like my dork, regardless of who your fantasy lover is!" Jenn laughed and we kissed again.
We tossed the sheets, our towels, her negligee, and most of our other clothes into the washing machine, and turned it on. I picked Jenn up, placed her on its vibrating top, and then stood against her with my penis pressing against her pubic hair. She slid forward until the head of my penis was against her pussy, and then we kissed while the vibrations of the washing machine got us both turned on.
"It's incredible how much I want to have you inside me when I get this stirred up!" Jenn exclaimed.
"Just pretend I'm really inside you and let yourself go! I'll hold my penis against your love button."
I positioned the head of my penis directly against her clitoris and Jenn closed her eyes. I kissed her and fondled her breasts until she had another screaming orgasm. As she calmed down, she remarked, "I came to this cabin without knowing what an orgasm really was. Now I'm getting them doing the laundry!"
We both laughed, and I pulled her down, and we kissed and cuddled until the washing finished.
It was only about nine in the morning, and we figured we could dry things for several hours, so we hung everything on the line outside. Then we walked around the little clearing and took in the view. I turned to look at Jenn, and marveled at her beautiful face and hair, her perky breasts, and her blond pubic thatch. She turned, smiled, and kissed and hugged me. We clung together and stood there for quite a while. Our touching got us both more and more excited.
"Wait here!" Jenn said. She got the blanket we'd used for sunbathing from the car and spread it out on some soft ground in the shade under some trees. She motioned for me to join her.
"I really want to make love with you, but I'm afraid to today!" She said. "I want us to climax together here, under these trees. You told me about sixty-nine when we took the purity test. Can we do that here?"
We could and we did. I lay on my back and Jenn knelt over my head. She leaned down and began to kiss and lick my penis, and I started kissing and licking her labia. I had to stop her several times because she got me too close, but after a half- hour or so, I knew that she was right on the edge. With the help of a couple of fingers, I got her to explode. The sight of her pulsing vagina set me off, and I blasted cum into her mouth.
Jenn clamped her thighs so hard around my head that at first I couldn't hear her screams. But I could see and feel her orgasm against my face. As she licked my penis, I brought her to yet another climax. This one I heard as her screams echoed across the valley.
As Jenn began to calm down, she clambered around and lay atop me, our mouths together and my limp penis against her crotch. She giggled as we shared the mixed sexual juices from our bodies. She rolled part-way off me, and she caressed my genitals with one hand as we kissed. I slid one hand down and stroked her fuzzy, wet pussy. We didn't talk, but Jenn made little noises, deep in her throat. We lay together for at least an hour, completely engrossed in each other and in our feelings.
Finally we returned to the cabin, took a final erotic shower, ate an easy lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and began packing up. We remained naked. We had to clean some cum and cunt juice from the plastic mattress cover, and we also found several spots where stuff had dripped out of Jenn onto the floor. We cleaned the dildo together, and put it on the counter to dry. I turned off the propane, then went outside and turned of the power. Finally I drained the pump and plumbing per the instructions I had received. Everything was dry, and we packed everything into our various bags.
SUNDAY: THE RIDE BACK TO CAMPUS
"How should we dress going home?" I asked her.
Jenn spread her legs, leaned back against the porch railing, and spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers. "How about the negligee?" she asked in a deep voice. I knew she was kidding, but I was glad she was thinking about it!
"That's your fuck-me outfit, and I don't want to do you for the first time in a VW Bug!" I said, and Jenn laughed.
I told Jenn that I had an idea, so I told her to wait a moment. I went into the cabin, got out the lubricating jelly, and greased up the dildo. Then I went back onto the porch and gently pushed it all the way into her. I told her she could wear it all the way home. She grinned. She put on a pair of black panties and her short-shorts, and the combination was tight enough in the crotch that she could move around without the dildo falling out. However, It did make a rather masculine bulge in the crotch of her shorts!
I pulled on my shorts, skipping undershorts, and Jenn pulled on a T-shirt that was so faded it was nearly transparent. I reached down and pushed on her crotch and felt the dildo move in and out a little, causing her to start breathing loudly through her nose. I could even see through her shirt that her areolae were getting darker! This was going to be a fun ride home!
We finished packing everything into the VW, emptied the refrigerator, and left it unplugged with the door open. Once everything was in the car, I locked the cabin; We strapped ourselves in, and we headed back toward campus. As the Bug bounced along the roads leading back to the paved roads, Jenn had trouble getting comfortable in the seat. But once we hit pavement, Jenn managed to slide forward on the seat so that the vibrations from the car went right into the dildo's balls. I helped out by rubbing her crotch, causing the tickler to rub against her clitoris. I also bared her breasts and rubbed her nipples.
Before we had gone ten miles, Jenn began her moaning and grunting, and almost immediately she grabbed her breasts with one hand, pushed against the dildo with the other. She rocked her hips forward and back and side-to-side and yelled over and over. Even with the windows down it was deafening in that small space. Jenn had become a real screamer!
As soon as she calmed down, Jenn reached over, undid my belt, unzipped my fly, pulled my shorts halfway down my thighs, and took hold of my penis. Even though her head was wedged between the steering wheel and my chest, she managed to rub, kiss, and suck me until I almost ran off the road as I yelled with my own climax. As my penis deflated, she licked and sucked it, finally letting it flop between my legs. Even though she had swallowed most of my cum, I could taste it on her tongue. I almost put the car into the ditch a second time! Two days before I had pressured her into riding nude, and today she was giving me a blowjob while I drove!
Jenn rearranged herself on the seat so that she could again take advantage of the irregular vibration of the car through the dildo. About 15 minutes later, while we were driving on a four-lane highway, Jenn began to grunt again. Abruptly she rose out of her seat, undid her shorts, and pulled them and her panties completely off. Then she sat back down on the front of the seat, and moved the dildo in and out of her pussy. She went faster and faster with her head back, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. I pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, leaving her completely nude. She began to rub her breasts with one hand.
My pants were still down and my dork was again sticking straight up and banging against the steering wheel. Every few seconds Jenn would pull the dildo so far out that it made that familiar, wet, sucking sound, and then she would ram it back in again. Finally she had it moving much faster than I could ever have done with my penis and so fast I thought she would hurt herself. This time her screams began slowly, then got louder and louder, and finally subsided. I could see her abdomen rippling with the orgasm, and as it finished, she slumped in her seat, one hand still holding the dildo inside her. Her legs were spread wide apart, and the smell of excited pussy was overwhelming! I had unleashed a sexual monster!
Jenn just lay back, contented grunts coming from her throat, with her eyes closed and a just-fucked look on her face. She stayed that way until an air horn on a truck that I was passing broke the spell. The trucker gave me a big grin, and tried to lean out of his window to see the naked Jenn better! She surprised me by flashing her breasts at him, and, and the trucker responded with another couple of blasts form his air horn. We got past him, and he tried to catch up to us, but after a couple of hills, we left him behind.
Jenn decided she needed to cover herself again. So she put her T-shirt and shorts back on, and she hung her soaked panties over the gear shift lever. Then she arranged herself so that the seat's vibration would travel up the dildo again, closed her eyes, and dozed with a sleepy smile on her face. Her rest soon ended. With each bump, Jenn began to moan. I could see through her shirt that her nipples were hard as she moaned, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" over and over.
Within a couple of minutes, Jenn was grunting and groaning, "Unh! Oh! Uh!" with each movement of the Bug. She leaned her head back and cried, "Oh! God! That feels so good! Unh! AAAH! OOOH!" She began to rub her breasts with one hand, and with the other she pressed the tickler against her clitoris. I could hear her cries getting louder and louder until she finally screamed, "AAAAAAAAAH!" Her body jerked in the seat and her legs trembled as she squeezed them together.
Jenn stopped rubbing herself, but she never really came all the way back down. Almost immediately she began to grunt loudly, and a few minutes later again began to rub her breasts and press the tickler against her love button. Less than ten minutes after her last orgasm, she climaxed again, longer and louder than before.
Whether it was one continuous orgasm or a series of them was difficult to determine, but Jenn's high points got more and more intense as we drove. Soon she was pounding her feet against the floor, and shortly thereafter she was jerking her legs around. After about an hour she began to rise out of the seat as she screamed, trembling all over.
Jenn did this every ten or fifteen minutes I drove. I got used to her frequent loud cries of passion, and the scent of her arousal kept me stiff. I was fascinated by her pattern of orgasms, and I kept the speed down to enjoy them. I also drove near the shoulder to increase the vibrations through the wheels. After the first hour, she never really stopped moaning, and her body trembled and twitched almost continuously. Only when her screams got really loud could I be certain she had really climaxed. Most of the time her eyes were closed, and the only sounds coming out of her mouth were sounds of extreme pleasure. She was in continuous sexual stimulation, and probably in darned near continuous orgasm.
During Jenn's most intense climaxes, I could see her whole upper-body turning dark under her shirt. Her areolae and nipples turned a deep purple and looked like they were going to explode. Her head was thrown back against the headrest. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was wide open and the look on her face could have been mistaken for agony. Her hips bounced off the seat and her abdominal muscles rippled as she screamed, again and again.
After slightly more than three hours of driving, we were about a half-hour from the campus. I drove into a scenic rest area that had bathrooms and parked. With the engine off, Jenn gradually stopped moaning. Her body stopped twitching, and she opened her eyes and looked at me. Her smile was beyond passion! She leaned over, took hold of my bare penis, and kissed me. The way she moaned I thought she was going to climax again.
We both had to go to the bathroom, and Jenn decided that she needed to change her shorts and put on a bra. As she twisted around to reach into the back seat for her other clothes, I told her we had to clean my car, too. I pointed between her legs. There was an incredible wet mess on the front of her seat! I reached over and pushed through the crotch of her shorts against the dildo, and it made a squishing sound. Jenn moaned with pleasure.
Jenn reluctantly decided she needed to take the dildo out, too. She dropped her shorts and removed the dildo with a magnificent, sucking smack. Her pubic hair was soaked and matted. She asked me to hold the dildo while she pulled her shorts back up, and so I started licking it like an ice cream cone. At first she looked at me like I was a degenerate, but as I smeared her juice around my lips and it began to run down my chin, she had to laugh. She said it was really disgusting, and I challenged her to try it. After a disapproving look at me, she did exactly that, and in a few seconds both our mouths were dripping with her pussy juice. We giggled and enjoyed a long kiss, punctuated with the true flavor of pure, raw, female passion.
Jenn waited until the women's bathroom was empty and then walked in carrying her bag of fresh clothes. Her legs were weak and her steps were unsteady. She actually staggered as if she were drunk. I took the dildo into the men's room and finished cleaning it off. Then I took a leak, wrapped the dildo in some wet paper towels, and carried it back to the car.
I used the wet towels to scrub the pussy-juice mess off the passenger seat, and finally I used dry paper towels to finish the job. I also removed her panties from the shift lever and dried it off. Jenn got back just as I was finishing, and she packed the dildo in one of her bags while I threw the paper towels away. She had changed her shirt and she clearly had a bra on, but I teasingly asked her if she had panties on.
In response she lowered her shorts and white panties, showing me the wad of toilet paper she had wedged between her thighs. "I sat on the toilet and I just kept dripping! If I don't soak this up, I'll make a stain on these shorts, too!" Then she handed me the shorts she had been wearing. The entire crotch area was soaked through. I sniffed them. They were really juiced up! And the car again smelled like pussy!
Jenn packed everything away, belted herself in, slid her hand up my bare leg and tweaked my penis through my shorts, and said it was time to get back. While we completed our drive, we didn't speak, but every time I glanced over at her, she smiled. The look on her face clearly showed that she had spent the afternoon enjoying sex, albeit from a dildo.
I found a place near the dorm where I could drop her off, and she took just one small bag of stuff. I insisted she take the dildo and negligee in it, so it took a moment for her to repack her things. I agreed to take care of everything else, and we decided we would get together later to get her stuff back to her. She leaned over to kiss me, and she still tasted of pussy. She grinned and hopped out of the car. As she walked off, she waggled her hips at me. What a view!
SUNDAY EVENING BACK AT THE DORM
I made two trips and hauled everything up to my room. With final exams over, there was a two-week break until summer school began, and most people, including my roommate, had gone home to visit their parents. Jenn's roommate, Dianne, was involved in a research project that required her to make daily checks on the equipment, so she was one of the people remaining, and that's why I didn't just take Jenn's stuff to her.
I spread everything out on the floor of my room, then filled a laundry bag and took it to the laundry room in the basement. I put all of our stuff into a machine, and got it going. There was an incredible scent of female crotch in the air after I unpacked Jenn's stuff! Dianne suddenly walked into the room, sniffed, and she commented on the smell. Then she leaned close to me, stared at my mouth, and said, "Judging from the smell and the slop on your face, you've been eating pussy!" What could I say? Dianne laughed and left.
Dianne was out of the laundry room when the washer finished, and I put everything into a dryer. She returned to start her own drying, and leaned against a table and waited. I heard her chuckle. She was obviously amused as she looked at the spinning clothes in the dryer. I leaned against the table next to her, and glanced at my dryer. Every few seconds Jenn's white panties would stick to the window before whirling away. "The last time I saw those, they were on Jenn's ass!" she remarked and winked at me. When my dryer stopped, Dianne offered to help me fold everything, and I told her I was in a hurry and pulled everything into the laundry bag. I could hear her laughing as I raced out.
I got back to my room and separated Jenn's and my stuff into piles. While I was trying to decide what I should tell Jenn about my encounter with Dianne in the laundry room, my phone rang, and it was Dianne. "Since the cafeteria doesn't serve on Sunday nights, how about you, Jenn, and I go out for a pizza? Say downstairs in ten minutes?" She asked. I agreed.
I met the two women in on the first floor, and we walked to my car. As Dianne crawled into the back seat, she sniffed, then laughed and asked, "What have you been doing in here?"
I helped Jenn into the passenger seat and her face immediately turned crimson. As I got in, I realized why. In the closed-up car, the heat had brought out an intense aroma of Jenn's pussy juice, probably from some place we hadn't cleaned. Jenn's face remained red and she wouldn't look at me. Dianne continued to giggle.
Dianne sat across from Jenn and me at the pizza place, and after we had placed our order, she said, "Cut it out you two!"
"W-What?" we asked in unison.
"Every time you look at each other I expect to see you start ripping each other's clothes off!"
Jenn and I stammered some nonsense, but Dianne interrupted. "Look, you two. I watched Jenn sneak little bags of stuff out of our room. Then she told me she was going away for a couple of days, and I called you to see if you knew where she had gone. Your roommate told me you were also gone. Then you both came back at the same time. When Jenn came into our room, she put a little bag in the closet, then undressed and went to take a shower. I could smell pussy in the air, so I went over and sniffed her shorts and panties. Wow! They were even damp! Then I took a look in the bag."
Jenn turned really red again and stared down at the table. "I really like that bordello negligee, but what's the plastic penis for? Didn't you get enough of him? And she gestured toward my crotch. Jenn started to protest, but Dianne cut her off. "Jenn, you've got that 'fucked long and well' look that I know intimately because I've been there, and he's got that smug 'stud' look that says he's the reason you're looking that way."
"We did not have intercourse!" Jenn muttered, but Dianne just shook her head.
"I was married for two years to a really good stud," Dianne said. "I often saw Jenn's look on my own face in the mirror after making love over and over again. And my ex-husband had your look, too!" And she turned toward me.
My suspicion that Dianne was older than Jenn was correct. "Jenn's telling the truth, Dianne!" I replied. "We did some pretty exciting things, but we did NOT have intercourse."
Dianne didn't believe us, but we kept assuring her that we had done just about everything else except fuck, and then the pizza came and we stopped talking while we ate. Dianne looked thoughtful, and after we were done and finishing our beers, she said, "So you used the dildo, right?" Jenn nodded and turned crimson again. "Can't you get it up?" she asked me.
At this Jenn laughed. "He seems to be stiff all the time!"
Jenn gestured with one hand for Dianne to look under the table, and with the other hand she began to rub my crotch. Dianne looked under the table. Since I wasn't wearing underpants, the head of my penis quickly came out of the leg of my shorts. Dianne sat back up, leaned her head back, and laughed out loud.
When she could talk again, Dianne said, "Look you two! All you have to do is tell me that you want to use the room and I'll leave for a couple of hours! Or I could stay and watch!"
That made Jenn blush again, and that, in turn, made Dianne laugh. I decided to change the subject, so I asked Dianne, "Where's your husband now?"
"That bastard? I divorced him!"
"Why, if he was such great lover?" I inquired.
"Oh he was a great lover!" She said. "He wanted sex all the time, at least five or six times a week, and it always lasted for several hours. He couldn't get enough, and I stayed hot and ready, and it was wonderful.
"Then one day when he was doing some painting in the dining room, I left work early to go home and get an afternoon fuck. As I came in the back door, I heard grunting and the wet sound of a dork slamming into a twat and a woman yelling in climax, and a few seconds later, I heard the same woman say, 'Do it again, harder!' The grunting and wet slapping sound started again, and I walked into the dining room and found our next-door neighbor's twenty-year-old daughter getting fucked by my husband, doggy style on a furniture pad on the floor."
Jenn wrinkled her brow and looked puzzled as Dianne continued. "When my husband saw me, he just grinned, then continued yanking on the girl's nipples and slamming into her. The girl had her head down and she was pushing back against his prick with every stroke. I watched as my husband and the girl shared a giant, screaming climax and then collapsed together onto the pad. When the girl opened her eyes and saw me standing over her, I demanded to know how long this had been going on. The girl said, 'Since you moved in.' And that's how I found out that my husband had started screwing a neighbor girl two years before - and right under my nose."
Jenn mumbled, "Doggy style?"
Dianne pointed at me and said, "Ask him to show you! I'll be he knows how to do it! I know I really like it!"
Jenn blushed again and wouldn't look at either of us. "Look, I'll pay the check," Dianne insisted. "I hadn't meant to embarrass you two, but I was insulted that Jenn thought she could fool me so easily!"
Jenn and I thanked her. "I still don't really believe you two didn't fuck, but whatever you did was obviously great sex!" As we walked to the car, Dianne told Jenn, "If he can get you this satisfied without putting his magic wand in you, think of how good it's going to be when he does!" This made Jenn giggle, and all the way back to the dorm Jenn kept muttering "Magic wand!" and then we would all laugh.
Dianne insisted that the three of us go to my room to get Jenn's other clothes. When we walked in the first thing we saw were Jenn's panties on top of her shorts and T-shirt on the end of my bed. "I guessed that Don would be doing laundry after I smelled your shorts, Jenn," Dianne said. Then she described the incident in the laundry room - including her comment about eating pussy. Jenn blushed and didn't say anything.
Dianne peeked into the plastic bags I'd left on the floor. "Jenn obviously didn't wear much wherever you two went!" Jenn got even darker red, but she smiled at me. I loved the look in her eyes.
"Okay, I'm sorry I'm heaping all this grief on you two lovebirds!" Dianne said. "Now kiss each other goodnight so that Jenn and I can get back to our room for some serious girl-girl talk!"
As I took Jenn in my arms, she said, "You're still taking me to the airport tomorrow, right? I want to visit my parents for a few days before summer school begins."
"I'm planning on it, Jenn. What time?"
"I forgot to check before we ate. I'll call you in a few minutes after Dianne and I get back to our room"
We shared a long goodnight kiss under Dianne's watchful eye, and then Jenn and Dianne left, carrying all of Jenn's stuff from my room. A few minutes later Jenn called and we agreed to meet for breakfast around 8:30.
I put my own things away and then tried to fall asleep. I was really glad that I hadn't gotten Jenn pregnant, but I still wondered why had I stopped when she asked me to fuck her. What the hell was going on in my head? Hadn't I planned to seduce her? Even if I was falling for her - and that certainly seemed to be a reasonable deduction - why would that prevent my slipping my rod - my magic wand! - into her wet- and-ready pussy? What was it about Jenn that caused me to behave this way? Was it love? Or something else?
MONDAY: JENN LEAVES FOR TWO WEEKS
At breakfast Jenn and I sat alone and teased each other about the weekend. Jenn's face had lost most of the just-fucked look, but it lighted up when I reminded her of the things we had done. Several times, however, I caught her staring into space, and it was obvious that her thoughts were somewhere else.
"Would you get my suitcase from Dianne around 10:00 - and then pick me up at the Student Health Center?" She asked. "We can go directly to the airport form there."
I agreed, but I was confused. Student Health? Did Jenn have something wrong? She certainly looked great, but maybe all the stuff we had done had caused her to - what? Certainly not get pregnant! Did she catch something from me? So fast? I was too stupid and too afraid to ask.
Promptly at 10:00 I knocked on Jenn's and Dianne's door, and Dianne opened it wearing Jenn's negligee! My jaw must have dropped open as Dianne pulled me into the room. She was about the same height as Jenn, but with bigger breasts, and the nearly transparent material left most of her breasts and nipples bare. Her pubic thatch was thick and hairy, and dark curls were coming out of both sides of the panties. She twisted her torso back and forth, causing her boobs to bounce completely out of the negligee. She spread her legs wide apart, and asked, "Want some, big boy?"
Dianne laughed deep in her throat, bent down, gave me a great look at her swinging breasts, picked up Jenn's suitcase, put it in my hands, then opened the door and shoved me into the hall. Then she said, "Better do something about that before you walk around in public!" And she pointed to my crotch.
I looked down, and my penis had lifted the right leg of my shorts up and was almost visible from above. I put the suitcase down and shoved my prick into a less visible position. When I looked back toward the door, Dianne had removed both the panties and the top. She was standing there, just inside the room, completely nude. She blew me a kiss and slowly closed the door. I could hear her laughing.
I stared at the closed door for several seconds. The image of Dianne's body was vivid in my mind. Her dark nipples poking out from her full and bouncing breasts, her dark triangle of thick fur between her legs, her full lips open in a smile, the contrast between her woman's hips and her thinner waist, the smooth skin on her shapely legs - I could still see everything. She had gotten me so aroused and so totally focused on her body that I was surprised when I looked down and saw the suitcase at my feet. Jenn!
I grabbed the suitcase and headed for the stairway, not daring to risk meeting anyone in the elevator. I was so turned on that I heard a swishing sound in my ears. I had worn light, loose shorts without any underpants so that Jenn would be able to play with my penis during the drive to the airport, and Dianne had exploited it - not that I really cared! Every step made my shorts rub the head of my penis, and at first my penis stayed completely erect.
After walking down seven flights, I was again presentable, and I walked out to the car, put the suitcase in the back seat, and headed off to the Student Health Center. I stopped in front, and in less than five minutes Jenn came out, gave me a quick kiss, smiled, and buckled herself in. "Would you mind stopping at the drug store on the corner by the gym? I have to get a prescription filled."
"Jenn, is something wrong?" I finally managed to inquire.
"Don't worry, Don!" She replied. "It's just one of those female things!"
When I looked puzzled, she kissed me. "Now don't get all worried, silly!" She said. Then she giggled. I was too dense to figure it out.
I offered to go into the pharmacy with her, but Jenn told me she wanted me to wait in the car. After about twenty minutes, she came out with a big grin on her face, and told me to head for the airport. It was only about a twenty-minute drive, and there wasn't any easy way for us to bare ourselves without people seeing, so we contented ourselves with lots of caresses and touching through our clothes.
Jenn checked her bag, and we both went through security (which was allowed before the 9/ll attack). We sat in a corner by ourselves while we waited for her plane to be called. She told me the time of her return flight, and I promised to be waiting for her. She was chewing on her lower lip, and once again I could tell that her mind was somewhere else. "Can I call you a couple of times at your parents' home? I'll need the number."
Jenn held my face in her hands and looked deeply into my eyes. "No, Don!" She said. "I don't want you to call me. I have your number if I need to call you. But I probably won't"
All I saw was love in her eyes. "Why, Jenn? I though . . . I want . . . Could we . . . Don't you want . . ."
"To make us an official couple? Almost engaged?" Jenn asked, and I nodded. "That's the problem, Don! I NEED to be away from you! Completely away from you! So that I can figure that out!"
"Jenn, don't you know how I feel? I'm . . . I'm falling in love with you! What do you want from me?"
Jenn signed. "Don, I'm going to see my old boyfriend. From highschool. The one I had sex with after the prom. I still have feelings for him. He's back there and wants to take me out. I may have sex with him again while I'm home."
"Jenn, don't you feel . . . something for me, too? I know you're turned on. Right now! Well, so am I!"
"Don, I just want things to be clear. And honest. I don't know where you and I are going, but until I get back, don't sit around waiting for me. If I'm this excited with my old boyfriend, I'm going to have sex with him. I'm not going to ask you to be faithful to me since I can't promise to be faithful to you. At least until I figure myself out."
I must have looked both hurt and puzzled. Jenn smiled at me. "Look, Don! I need to know if what I feel is you. Or me. Or the two of us together. I need time to figure that out. If you're even talking to me, I won't be able to do that! My sex volume- control is stuck in the high position when you're around! Right now my nipples are hard, I can feel myself getting wet, and my love-button - as you called it! - is pressing hard against my panties! I'm almost ready to climax!"
I pulled Jenn closer and gently kissed her lips. "Do you think being out-of- contact for a couple of weeks will help you to figure it out, Jenn? Will having sex with . . . him . . . help?"
She nodded her head. "I need to come down from this sexual high! Being home should do that, and then I'll be able to think. Right now all I can think about is how your body felt when we were together, naked, kissing. Oh shit!" I saw Jenn's pupils get wide, and then her whole body trembled in my arms. She arched her head back and stifled a groan.
I looked around, but nobody seemed to be paying attention to us. "What are you going to do if you get this horny at home? Run to your old boyfriend? What if he isn't right for you?"
Jenn sort of shook herself and smiled. "I've always got Donnie!" She said.
"Donnie?"
She laughed. "That's what I named the dildo you gave me!"
"Jenn, I feel so stupid! I didn't have sex with you because I care so much about you. But you're going home to have sex with your highschool sweetheart? Does this make sense?"
"I'm not sure, Don. I thought I was in love with him back then, and I still have feelings for him. And as for you. I just don't . . . I can't sort everything out! But even if I do have sex with him, he'll still be the only man who's . . . had me. When I get back, we'll see. But don't count on me, okay? I may not be able to become part of your life. Not if everything clicks with him."
"Okay, Jenn. But we can kiss each other goodbye." Jenn stood up and we wrapped ourselves around each other. She was pressing her pussy against my left thigh, and I could feel the heat coming from her. After a couple of minutes she began to moan into my mouth, and I could feel her sliding herself up and down my thigh.
We heard her flight called, and Jenn pulled away from me. "Whew! Just in time! I was about ready to undress you!" She said. "Now look, Don! I'm not promising anything except that I'm probably going to have sex with someone else! Don't be a dufuss and count on me coming back all lovey-dovey and ready to be your woman. I don't know what I'll decide. Or what I'll be feeling. I don't know what's going on inside my head or my body. So put me out of your mind until I get back here. Then we'll decide, okay? And if you want to have sex with someone else, do it! I'm making no promises. Agreed?"
I nodded. The image of Dianne standing naked in the doorway flashed unbidden into my head. I wrapped my arms around Jenn and concentrated on how her body felt against me. Dianne's image disappeared as abruptly as it had arrived.
Jenn and I kissed a final time, and I watched Jenn as she got in line to board. I found that I could think about how her naked body looked and felt, and each time Jenn looked back at me she smiled as if she could feel my thoughts. She was finally out of my sight, and I sat down to conceal my erection. It was ten minutes or so after her plane took off that I was finally soft enough to walk out of the airport.
I headed back to the dorm, feeling lonely, rejected, and more than a little horny. My horniness was in large part due to my feelings for Jenn. I hadn't felt so fixated on another person since my first, teenage love. But those same feelings had kept me from fucking her, and I didn't understand why! Now she was probably going to fuck her old boyfriend, and it made me feel . . . well, lonely, rejected - and angry.
I hadn't been faithful to any woman I dated since my first lover when I was nineteen. Now I wondered if it was natural for anyone to be faithful. But damn it! I wanted Jenn to be faithful to me! And, after not fucking her when I could have, I knew I could be faithful to her. But she told me she was going home prepared to fuck her old boyfriend. It wasn't really cheating, but it felt like it.
I really didn't understand. I had stoked the furnace, and now that it was burning hot, another guy got to enjoy the heat! Damn, that hurt! But she was being honest, and it could hardly be called cheating since we didn't have any vow or pledge to uphold. So why was I so upset?
Suppose Jenn let her old lover fuck her, but then she decided that she wanted me. Would I still feel the same when she came back? My emotions twisted and jerked around as I thought this over. I realized I'd probably forgive her, but only this one time because we weren't officially committed to each other. The thought of another guy with his dick in her pussy hurt so much that I knew I could never forgive her if she did it after promising to be faithful to me. She wasn't ready to make that commitment, but I thought that I was. I always thought that was a problem guys had, not girls.
Part of me still had serious doubts. I had a terrible feeling that I had acted stupidly. Why hadn't I told her that we had no future together if she fucked her old flame? How could a man in love not demand his woman be faithful? Was I in love with her? Shit! What kind of pussy-whipped wimp was I? I'd passed up a chance to make love to Jenn, and this is the way she treated me? Shit! Was Jenn "the one?" Well, I wasn't going to find out until she got back. In the meantime she had made it crystal clear that she wasn't planning to be faithful to me, and that I shouldn't feel any obligation to be faithful to her. I vowed that I wouldn't turn down any opportunity to dip my wick while she was away. Hell, I owed it to myself to go trolling for a hot piece of ass, didn't I? I headed to the cafeteria and ate lunch alone since I didn't see anyone I knew. I wondered what was really going on Jenn's mind. In the two years I'd known her, we'd had lots of good conversations, but I'd never known her to be so indecisive. Or so confused. Well, there was nothing I could do until she got back. I was still horny, and I mentally checked-off several women as possible future conquests. My heart really wasn't in it. I kept thinking about Jenn, and going to all the trouble to meet and seduce someone while she was gone just didn't seem to be worth it.
After lunch I walked over to the library to do some research, and I finished just after 6:00. I headed straight to the nearly-deserted cafeteria, and ate with a group of girls, all of whom I knew, one of whom I'd dated, and we all enjoyed flirting. I tried to pick up one of them, but they all had plans so I headed back to my room alone. The prospect of a date had aggravated my state of arousal, and I was thinking about beating off to relieve the sexual tension.
Rather than ride the elevator, I ran up the stairs for exercise. As I climbed, I thought about Jenn. She would be back in a couple of weeks, and then what? Did her departure today announce the end of our passionate relationship? Was she feeling guilty about cheating on the exam or about what we had done - or both? Would we start to have a real romance? Or were the previous couple of days just one of those special interludes two people sometimes share?
It was too early to tell. But I knew that I was really horny, and if one of the girls at dinner had been willing, I convinced myself I would have been in bed with her right now. Talking with them had given me a new approach. I already knew quite a few women, so rather than try to pick someone up and talk her into bed, perhaps I could concentrate on those I already knew. There wasn't much happening until summer school started, so maybe one of them would be interested in fucking me.
Once again I remembered Dianne and how her naked body had looked when I picked up Jenn's suitcase, and I felt myself getting hard. Clearly Jenn wasn't the only woman on my mind! And Dianne was still in town! But could I fuck Jenn's best friend and roommate? As I climbed the stairs, I realized I was horny, frustrated, and lonely enough that I could fuck any woman who would let me. That certainly included Dianne. Damn Jenn and her old boyfriend anyway!
*This story continues in "A Bargain Ch.3: Swap - Roommate offers sexual relief. "* | literotica |
Title: Shattered: Prologue by Sootthewolf
Tags: Cherry blossums, Fear, Love, Pain, Prologue, The begining, Wolf
"No!" A gray pelted male screamed. His eyes streaming with tears. He knew it; His heart had fractured as his paw was full of a brilliant violet blue sparkling ashes.
He fell to the ground in an emotional collapsation as his eyes gleamed red from his spilling tears. "I can't lose you! Not now, Please!"
The night sky voided everything in its path. A soft breeze scraping it's way through the forest. It was a thick wooded forest. Full of elegant cherry blossom tree's. The loud wails from the male was all that could be heard on that dreadful night.
The light smell of cherry blossom's brushed against the fallen male's nose. He sniffled whipping his flowing tears away. His eyes widen in pure shock as he caught the shape of a familiar figure.
'Please...I don't have much time.' A sweet voice pierced the male's ears. The figure seemed to beam a smile at him. Cherry blossom's floated up as each step it took towards the collapsed male.
The familiar scent swayed past his nose. He hated that scent now. It made him tear up again. 'Please don't cry. Your destined for so much greater.'
The eyes of the male glistened a silver in the sore moonlight. He stayed quite still penetrated in shock, His mind couldn't process what he was seeing, Disbelief grasped him.
'My memories are fading as we speak; I can't even remember your name anymore. But your destiny is unraveling itself. I see that clearly now' There was A long pause before the figure spoke up again. '...I shall bless you... Or curse you, Depends on how you take it.'
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He felt like he was slowly slipping from reality. Fear gripped him like a strangle hold. His limbs grew numb. "This can't be happening!" He screamed in his head. His muzzle seemed glued shut as he tried to scream in terror.
The figure kept it's gaze on him. The males head drooping to the ground, He felt lost, His body was no longer controlled by himself. He was paralyzed. The entity paced it's way over to him, It's paw grazed against the fallen male's muzzle. 'This is how your journey begins...I love you no more...Soot is what I'm calling you.'
A blinding light shimmered into his eyes, A burning sensation flaring in his heart, Then just as it started his back singed like fire, then it stopped. His eyes shut and he fell with a 'thud' to the ground.
His worn down body lied limp on the ground. The only sign of life he showed was the soft inhaling, exhaling motions of his chest.
'Soot forgive me and live your life...Or better yet y-' The cherry blossom's flooded around the figure causing a mini cyclone like substance. 'Out of time.' The figure blew away with a gust of heavy wind.
The stars danced above his head in the sky. Everything seemed to fall silent as he laid limp, seemingly lifeless. His name was the only thing that repeated in his mind. 'Soot...' | FSE |
Title: PTC #04: The Unexpected Attack! by Prometheus
Tags: M/M, Master/Pet, Mild Bondage, Pokemon
The three weeks after Paul and Charmander left from their visit passed quickly to Malcolm and Pikachu. With some help from Paul and Charmander, they had altered their training regimen slightly, and now Pikachu was making even more progress than before. Malcolm could hardly believe how far Pikachu had come since the beginning of his training two months ago. Since Pikachu's battle with Charmander, Malcolm had been doing some research and designing. He sat at his computer in his study this particular afternoon, and had a clipboard full of paper in front of him which he would scribble things down onto every so often.
Malcolm had several things he was looking up at the moment. The first was the list of the approved offensive upgrades for Pikachu suggested to him from both the Pokemon Trainers' Association and from other trainers who took a liking to Pikachu after watching his battle with Charmander. There were, as Paul had said, many good ideas contained in the lists. Malcolm decided to start slow, though -- he didn't want to overwhelm Pikachu with new gadgets and abilities for him to learn. The other windows Malcolm had open were various suggested suit modifications to help Pikachu out in battle. These were also recommended from the other trainers, and a few were ones he had thought of himself. Malcolm had been working on these for almost five days straight non-stop, and he was finally almost finished. He flipped through the pages in his clipboard, nodding to himself as he made sure everything was finalized and in order. With that, Malcolm began to open various online shopping sites to which he placed orders for the components he'd need to work on Pikachu's suit.
While Malcolm worked, Pikachu wandered in the room looking for Malcolm. Pikachu heard the sound of typing, confirming where Malcolm was, and he ran over to the side of Malcolm's chair, greeting him with a happy "pika!" Malcolm looked over, smiling as he rubbed Pikachu's head affectionately. Pikachu, however, grabbed the leg of Malcolm's pants, pulling on it slightly with a soft whine. Malcolm knew exactly what Pikachu wanted -- he wanted to go outside. The weather had been great lately, and every day for the last week, Malcolm had been taking Pikachu outside to play in the backyard. It was cool and sunny, and Malcolm didn't mind spending some time outside, either... even though he had been a bit hesitant to do it lately. Malcolm had the distinct feeling that for the last two or three days, someone or something was watching them. He even noticed some nearby bushes rustling yesterday, but upon examination, there was nothing there. Malcolm wrote it off as being a wild animal of some sort, and gave the matter no further thought.
Pikachu pulled on Malcolm's pant leg again. "Piiiiiii!" Pikachu whined impatiently. "Now, now, hold on just a few minutes, Pikachu. Give me about ten minutes to finish up these orders I'm placing. After all, they're all for you, you know!" Pikachu tipped his head, curious by what Malcolm meant. "Pika?" For him, he wondered? "That's right, for you. Once I order all of this, everything should be here within a week and a half. And once it arrives, I'll be able to give your whole suit a makeover!" Pikachu beamed happily -- he didn't even know Malcolm was ready to do work on his suit. Pikachu had just assumed until now that Malcolm said he would get around to doing it eventually, but it would be one of those things that never actually got done...
Once Malcolm finished everything up, he and Pikachu headed out to their backyard through the back door. Malcolm's backyard was fairly large. It was fenced in with an average height chain link fence, and there was really nothing out there save for some bushes against the house and short, soft grass covering almost all of the yard. There was a large dirt pile under the roof gutter's drainage pipe where some of the grass had died, though, which Pikachu had been using as a makeshift sandbox. Malcolm sat down on the small steps outside his back door, and Pikachu bounded around the yard, content to play in the grass. When he was bored of that (which only took about two minutes), he began to look for the balls he had been playing with for the last week. Malcolm had gone out to the store to get them specially for Pikachu to play with. They were of varying sizes, and Pikachu went around the yard, gathering them all. Once he had them arranged how he wanted, he climbed on top of the first ball, which was about the size of a beach ball, balancing. Malcolm watched in surprise as Pikachu hopped to the next ball, landing on it and managing to maintain his balance. Malcolm chuckled; Pikachu had gotten quite good at that over the course of just a week. Malcolm yawned. With Pikachu keeping himself occupied, Malcolm could lean back against his back door and let his mind wander for a while.
Both Malcolm and Pikachu were caught quite off-guard, however, as they heard a strange noise. Pikachu hopped down from the ball he was balancing on, and Malcolm looked around, trying to determine where the noise came from. Malcolm almost screamed in surprise as a Scyther jumped down from an awning above the steps where Malcolm was sitting. Malcolm blinked, staring at the Scyther. He was impressively built, and his suit was amazing. He looked like the suit covered him in a hard shell from head to toe, but in reality the suit was made from rubber, just like Pikachu's. He was bipedal, like Pikachu, but he was standing at full height and was only about six inches shorter than Malcolm. Malcolm realized that meant whoever was in the suit wasn't restrained very much, and was standing up at full height. His arms didn't look restrained at all either, and instead of hands or claws, Scyther wielded two large, shiny blades. Two large sets of pale yellow, bug-like wings on his back flapped every so often, and even though they didn't let him fly they made him look that much more intimidating. Pikachu darted over in front of Malcolm to protect him. Without warning, the Scyther took an attack position. "What the hell is the meaning of this?!" Malcolm screamed in an outrage, jumping to his feet. "Who are you?" he demanded. He felt rather silly when he got his reply. "Scytherrr!" Malcolm sighed; apparently, that was as much information as he was going to get. The Scyther brandished his blades once more, and Malcolm realized he had no choice but to battle the Scyther. He looked around, figuring there had to have been another trainer nearby giving Scyther orders, but he saw nobody. "All right, Pikachu, it's probably some trainer trying to take us down. Don't let him win, Pikachu!" "Pika!" Pikachu ran forward into the grass, ready to face off against Scyther.
Malcolm wondered how he should even begin against such a formidable opponent, but he got his answer as the Scyther began to charge forward at Pikachu. "Pikachu, dodge left, quick!" Scyther ran right past where Pikachu was standing, his slash missing by a mile as Pikachu quickly jumped off the side. Scyther brought himself to a stop, and spun around to face Pikachu again. Malcolm noticed, however, that Pikachu was standing right next to one of his play balls, and he got an idea. "Pikachu, 360R on all fours, quick!" Thanks to their new training regimen suggested to them by Paul and Charmander, Malcolm had a quicker way of issuing orders to Pikachu. Pikachu knew "360R" meant to spin 360 degrees to his right. Pikachu was a bit confused by the command -- he had no way of knowing the ball was right next to him -- but he did as he was told. As he spun, his tail whacked the ball, sending it flying at Scyther. The ball flew right at Scyther's head, but he struck it away with one of his blades, unimpressed. Scyther charged at Pikachu again, and Malcolm told Pikachu to dodge right this time, Scyther again missing his mark. Malcolm's command had placed Pikachu right in front of another ball. Scyther faced Pikachu again; his face was beginning to show obvious annoyance at Pikachu's agility. Scyther charged at Pikachu once more, not even noticing the ball behind Pikachu, and Malcolm told Pikachu to dodge right again. "Pikachu, roll!" Malcolm cried out while Pikachu was in midair; Pikachu did a front roll as he landed, a slash from Scyther just barely missing him. This time, however, Scyther couldn't stop his charge in time to avoid tripping over the ball, landing flat on his face with a loud groan.
Malcolm knew an opening when he saw one, but before he could even begin to issue the command for Pikachu to go in for the win, Scyther was back up and on his feet, panting. This time, he charged at Pikachu again, but when Pikachu jumped to dodge at Malcolm's command, Scyther did a small side hop of his own, matching Pikachu's movement and slamming him with a blade in mid-air. Even though the blades looked sharp and menacing, they were actually blunt and padded slightly (to keep within the league rules that a pokemon's natural weapons cannot be sharp or overly hard). This meant Pikachu got about the equivalent of a very, very hard hit with a Nerf bat, but it was more than enough to send Pikachu crashing to the ground with a wheeze, knocking the wind out of him. "Pikachu!" Malcolm cried out, worried. Scyther darted over to Pikachu, grabbing Pikachu from behind while he went for a victory. Malcolm, however, noticed that Scyther was having a bit of trouble holding onto him with blades instead of hands. He waited until Pikachu caught his breath and began to struggle, and when he felt Scyther was close to blowing his load, Malcolm nodded. "Pikachu, roll forward! Break out of his grip!" Pikachu did as he was told, rolling forwards and easily breaking free from Scyther's grasp. Scyther whined slightly; it was obvious he was very close to winning. Before Scyther could react, and even without an order from Malcolm, Pikachu spun around, charging at Scyther at full speed. He caught the slightly distracted Scyther off-guard, ramming his legs and knocking Scyther to the ground as Pikachu ran right through him. Scyther fell forwards, and Pikachu ended up behind Scyther... a short distance away from another of his play balls. "Pikachu, 10 back 5 L!" Pikachu did as he was told, quickly taking five steps to his left and ten steps back from where he originally was, placing him right to the side of another one of his play balls. This one was more like the type of ball one would use in dodge ball, and was much more solid than the inflatable balls he had been hitting earlier. "When I give you the word, 360 L, Pikachu!" Pikachu prepared himself to spin again. As soon as Scyther turned around, Malcolm shouted "Now!" Pikachu spun, and the ball flew at Scyther. Before Scyther could react to the ball flying at him, it struck him. Pikachu got a lucky hit; the ball hit Scyther square in the balls, causing him to drop to his knees in pain. Malcolm grinned. "Pikachu, get around behind him and pin him!" Pikachu charged at Scyther, darting behind him and pouncing on his back, pinning him to the ground. Scyther could only writhe in pain as Pikachu went for the aggressive victory, taking it quite easily as he exploded inside Scyther's tailhole.
As soon as Pikachu was finished, he hopped down. "Awesome job, Pikachu! Come here, quickly!" Pikachu ran over to Malcolm, who watched Scyther carefully to see what he would do. Scyther slowly got to his feet, and rubbed his head, groaning. He shook it off, though, and looked at Malcolm, grinning. It was only just then that Malcolm realized, as Scyther looked at him, that he was able to see. Scyther removed his headpiece, revealing a rather hot and sweaty-looking young man inside the suit. He shook some sweat out of his hair, and looked back up at Malcolm, still grinning. "Congratulations!" he said, startling Malcolm somewhat. "Wow, that was incredible! I mean, I got randomly selected to battle you and your Pikachu, and when I checked out your standings, I was pretty disappointed. I mean, what with you guys being ranked as beginners and all. But you guys are great! See, my record so far is 52 and 6... well, 7 now," he corrected himself. "But that was definitely one heck of a battle. You and your Pikachu are great!" He thought for a moment, then got a look on his face as if he just remembered something. "Whoops, I've gone and talked way too much... I was just supposed to give you this!" With surprising dexterity, Scyther used the tips of his blades to open a previously invisible pouch-like pocket on the front of his costume, taking out two cards. They were about the size of playing cards, and he handed them to Malcolm, who took them, sticking them in his pocket for the time being. "Er... thank you," Malcolm said, still in a bit of a state of shock over everything that had just happened. Scyther nodded, pulling his headpiece back on and adjusting it. Even though it looked like a simple mask, it fit quite well against his head and allowed him to speak and convey facial expressions very well. "I've got to get going now," Scyther said as he turned away, heading towards the fence that separated Malcolm's backyard from his front. Scyther waved with one of his blades. "Congratulations again, guys, hope we get to battle again sometime soon!" Scyther shouted as he ran towards Malcolm's fence, hopping over it. With that, Scyther was gone, leaving Malcolm and Pikachu standing on the back steps, absolutely clueless as to what just happened.
Malcolm and Pikachu went inside, and Malcolm spent the next fifteen minutes or so getting Pikachu cleaned up from his battle. Pikachu decided to take a nap on the couch -- a well-earned one, Malcolm figured -- and Malcolm went into his study. Malcolm was about to e-mail Paul to tell him what had just happened, but as soon as he opened his e-mail program he found he had a large number of new messages from other trainers. As he skimmed through them, Malcolm found it was fan mail. The messages congratulated Malcolm and Pikachu on their victory. A new message popped up from Scyther himself -- like him, the message was rather long-winded, but it also congratulated Malcolm and Pikachu again on defeating him, especially without using any special attacks. Malcolm came across one message, though, that he hoped would explain everything that just happened. It was a message from the Pokemon Trainers' Association with the subject "Congratulations". Malcolm opened it up, and began to read. "To trainer Malcolm: Congratulations on winning your first random encounter. The Scyther you and Pikachu battled is one of the league's random encounter operatives. Trainers are monitored and, at random times, a randomly chosen pokemon from our list of random encounter operatives may be sent to battle with the trainer's pokemon. Trainers, of course, have the option to run away from or otherwise deny the battle, but most are eager to participate. As we are sure you noticed, the random encounter operatives have the ability to see and speak, which negates the need for a trainer to be present. To compensate for this advantage, they are not allowed to use any special attacks of any kind. Other than that, they have been trained to act and battle like a standard pokemon. Hidden cameras were set up prior to the battle so that the league could monitor your match. Random battles are beneficial to trainers in many ways. Besides impromptu battle experience, it allows you to boost your league ranking and accumulate point, item, and field cards, depending on how well your match goes. Please refer to the attached link if you are not familiar with the card system. Again, congratulations on doing splendidly on your first random encounter. Your standings should be updated within the half hour."
Malcolm blinked. Random encounters? Point cards? Item cards? Field cards? What the heck had he gotten himself into? Malcolm clicked the link, going to the official league page which explained point and field cards. As he waited for the page to load, Malcolm remembered the cards Scyther had given him earlier. He took them out of his pocket, looking at them. One card was labeled with simply the number 5 on both sides. Malcolm could only assume this was a point card. The other card had "Playground 1" printed on the front, a faded picture of some balls and balance beams in the background of the card. Confused, Malcolm began to read the page.
It took Malcolm about fifteen minutes to read everything, but he felt like he understood the system better. Field cards -- which was what his Playground 1 card was -- allowed trainers a one-time alteration of a battle arena before a tournament battle. Field cards had the potential to help a trainer's pokemon and hinder the opponent's. All Malcolm had to do was submit one field card of his choice to the officials before a tournament match began. Field cards came in three levels; as the field card's level increased, so did the area of the arena that would be dedicated to that particular field card. There were many types of field cards, but trainers had to either earn them or see them in battle themselves to see what they did! All the site would give were the names of some of the more common types of field cards, such as Playground -- which Malcolm received -- Water, Factory, Foliage, and Mountain. Field cards could only be obtained one of two ways. The first was random battles, as Malcolm had just discovered. The second was through the point card system.
There were many ways trainers and their pokemon could earn points; random encounters, battles with other trainers, and in tournaments. The better the pokemon perform in these situations, the more points they are awarded. For points awarded remotely, such as the points Malcolm and Pikachu earned with their battle against Charmander, Malcolm could pick up the point cards at the next tournament. Points allowed the trainer to "buy" field cards and item cards. Item cards, like field cards, affected the tournament arena as well. However, as opposed to only being able to use one before a match, up to five could be used by the trainer during the match. Item cards provided the pokemon in the arena with any one of a huge variety of offensive items, defensive items, weather effects, field hazards, and more.
This was all way too much for Malcolm to take in at the moment; he decided to instead check his league standings page to see if it had updated. It had, and while Pikachu only had a 1-1 record so far, his most recent victory against Scyther earned him much renown and respect amongst other trainers. Pikachu and Malcolm shot up the rankings, and their class had been raised from "Beginner" to "Rising Star". Malcolm chuckled slightly; even he was impressed with how well Pikachu was doing. Now Malcolm was anxious for Pikachu's new equipment to arrive in the mail so he could start working on Pikachu's new suit. If Pikachu was doing well now, Malcolm thought to himself as he turned off his computer, the skills this suit would give him would increase his abilities so much more...
[Mar 16 2005] | FSE |
Title: A rose by any other name by zeran
Tags: Anal, Bisexual, Dragon, Human
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A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME
Rose watched with a slight smile splayed on her face as Jake stuttered and stumbled over his words before he finally choked out "Rose?" She walked over to Jake softly kissing his soft lips while lightly placing her hands under his chin.
Jake stood dumb founded even after Rose had long pulled away from his lips. He was in shock at seeing his once time love.
"Why did you have come back now Rose?" Jake silently thought as he chewed his lower lip.
"What's the matter Jake? You don't look happy to see me."
Jake let out a long sigh "There are just a lot of things going on right now and I have been distracted then to top it all off my first love just suddenly re-appears out of no where. How would you feel? I mean I still have feelings for you its just that...."
"There is someone else right?" Rose said lowering her eye's and head
Jake moved forward wrapping his arms around Rose. They held each other for many minutes before Jake pushed away. "I got to get to work perhaps we could get together some time and catch up on old times?"
Rose smiled sweetly her bright blue eye's practically glowing with anticipation "How about after work then?"
"I can't tonight I kind of already made plans with someone? I will be free tomorrow though."
Rose blushed slightly feeling a little embarrassed at having been put on a side burner but accepted it with grace and a simple "ok".
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After work Jake flew right to his mate's lair once again finding it empty.
Jake softly sighed to himself once again realizing that his mate was out of their lair again. Jake softly scratched his head trying to decide what to do about this new situation with rose. He loved his mate Darky but at the same time he desired Rose. Jake moaned softly in frustration.
Jake finally grew tired of trying to debate this situation with himself and knowing his mate should return shortly anyway he decided to wait for Darky. He walked towards the bathroom feeling dirty and sweaty from work. As he walked into the bed chambers he dropped his head into his hand letting a sigh of frustration escape lips.
"I swear I'm going to find out where the hell he keeps getting these sheets from." Muttered Jake into his palm.
The bedroom had been completely made over. The windows now had thin black sheets covering them instead of the usual white one's making the illumination a little darker and much more romantic.
The sheets surrounding the bed were a brilliant white that seemed to cast a light of there own. The sheets on the bed were a deep majestic purple that made Jake feel like he would fall if he tried to lay on them.
Jake made his way to the shower sliding the large glass door open turning on the water to let it warm up. He turned to look in the mirror.
His eye's seemed sunken his once brilliantly red and gold scales seemed to have take on a darker and faded hue.
He looked over at the shower and saw it was almost ready. He started to enter it but suddenly stopped remembering the hot tub a mischievous smile spread across his face. He quickly turned it on before entering the shower.
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Darky lazily opened his eye's seeing that the sun had already begun its decent giving way to the darkness of night. He stretched out all his muscles standing up from the embankment he had chosen to sun bath on. He spread his large wings and with a powerful thrust of his legs propelled himself into the air heading back to his lair.
Upon entering the lair Darky heard the distinct 'whirr' sound emitted by the hot tub. He also heard the shower running as well. He let out a low murr of anticipation.
He quickly made his way to the bathroom looking towards the hot tub first. Noticing that it was empty he quickly looked to the shower next.
He saw his mate with his hands on the wall letting water cascade down his face before lowering his head and neck to allow the water to cascade down his back and spread wings. He silently opened the door steeping in before softly closing it behind him.
Jake was lost in the warmth of the water gently washing over him until he felt the strong arms of his mate gently wrap around his waist and press his chest against his back. All his worries instantly disappeared in that loving embrace.
Darky's deep voice softly resounded in Jake's ear "Is my dirty boy getting clean?"
Jake gasped out a "yes" when he felt his mate's claw gently fondle his sheath.
Jake leaned back into his mate's chest letting him play with his quickly hardening member letting soft moans escape from his lips. His mate softly sucked on his neck while bringing his other hand to softly play with the tight entrance. His moans increased in tempo as his orgasm was starting to build.
It didn't take long for Darky's member to completely slip free from his sheath throbbing uncontrollably. He gently slipped his claw into Jake's hole eliciting another sharp gasp from his mate. His other claw was filled with the thick, hot, and throbbing member as he began to stroke it. Darky pushed in and out of the tight rectum twisting his claw with each thrust.
Jake moaned loudly feeling himself being pleasured from both ends. He leaned forward placing his shoulder and his neck against the wall turning his head to look at the adjacent wall. He pushed his hips back towards his mate moving his tail out of the way.
Reaching back to grab his lovers claw while shooting a passionate look over his shoulder Jake calmly said "Play time is over love. Time to give me the real thing."
Darky felt his hard member twitch at the invitation his mate just offered him. He slowly removed his claw from Jake's rectum and cock. Sliding his claws under Jake's arms and placing them against the smooth marble he pressed his thick head against the entrance of his tight mate. He slithered up Jake's back and between his wings bringing his maw next to his mate's ear softly nibbling on it.
"This my mate will only hurt for a little bit but it will be easier on you" Darky gently whispered into the nibbled ear
"Hu...ngh"
Jake felt His mates full dragon hood slammed deeply into himself causing his back to pop. He dug his claws into the wall tearing chunks of the smooth marble out of it as the pain spread throughout his body. Bringing forth hot tears that mixed with the water.
Jake felt his mate withdraw slightly only to be quickly thrust forward again bringing a sharp pain and small whimper to his lips.
Jake's vision gave out and everything became blurred and distorted as his orgasm spread thru his body. His entire body went limb and he would of fallen if his mates arms hadn't been under him to support his weight.
Jake continued to let small moans escape from him as he felt the small thrusts pushing the thick cock deeper into his rectum grinding past his prostrate.
Darky's claws dug into the floor as his member continued push past Jake's prostrate and into his bowels. His member began to throb as he felt it about to shoot his seed into Jake. Darky's roar of release was deafening as he slammed into his mate for a final time letting the thick, hot strands of seed shoot into Jake's bowels.
Jake placed his claws on the wall and pushing back into his mates groin trying to get as much of the cock as he could into himself as it released its seed into him.
Jake arched his back hearing his joints pop and groan from the tension his body was placed under. He finally felt an empty sensation know his mate finally pulled out letting the thick seed slid down leg.
Darky turned his mate around slamming his maw into his lovers devouring his tongue into his maw. He felt Jake's hot breath blowing on his face while their tongues danced in each others maws. Low moans of pleasure reverberated in his maw that issued from Jake. He finally broke the kiss pulling his head back slightly.
"You were great my dirty boy" teased Darky
Jake let out a low hmmmmmm "but now I'm not the only dirty dragon in this shower."
"I can't believe that a dirty old dragon like you would so violate my tight little ass."
Darky brought his claw up to Jake's chin slowly sliding his thumb along his lips softly and sincerely saying "And I plan on doing it again but next time It shouldn't be as painful."
"I'm sorry if it hurt you my mate but it was honestly the easiest way to get you used to it."
Jake laid his head on Darky's chest wrapping his arms under Darky's placing his claws on his back letting the hot water massage away their cares. After what felt like an eternity Jake brought his eye's up to meet Darky's deeply passion filled eye's. He swallowed hard trying to fight the lump that had formed in his throat.
"I love you Darky." Jake blushed deeply as he brought his maw back into Darky's.
Darky felt his heart leap feeling as if it would beat out of his chest at hearing these words followed by the soft lips.
Jake's tongue didn't dance in his mouth. Jake didn't try to devour his maw it was just a soft sweet kiss on the lips.
Darky couldn't think of anything to say in response to this so he instead just brought Jake into his chest squeezing him gently in his arms.
After their kiss was ended by a soft suckling sound Darky said "I know my love, I know."
Jake looked back into his lovers eye's "There is more but I don't think your going to like it"
Darky didn't say anything but just looked at Jake. He saw his mate droop his head averting his eye's. Jake tried to push away from his mate's strong grip but he wouldn't allow it. He squeezed tighter to prevent Jake from trying to push away again.
"Someone once special to me has come back into my life and I was thinking about maybe exploring it a little bit with her. If you don't mind that is my love"
A soft chuckle escaped from Darky "Jake, my sweet love. If your heart tells you to explore this new path then I will not stand in your way. I will always love you."
A sigh of relief issued from Jake "Thank you my love"
"However I would like to meet this person for myself." Purred Darky
"Well I am supposed to meet her tomorrow so I suppose I could bring her here."
"Excellent. I will meet you two in the shortcut ally then and bring you back to our lair threw the shadows."
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The next day after Jake got off of work he met Rose in front of the shop. They walked to a small diner grabbing a quick bite to eat.
"I really appreciate you seeing me Jake because I was afraid you didn't like me." Rose stated with a blush
Jake sat silently for a moment fighting through his emotions before he final managed to say "well......this is kinda of complicated but before we can actually go a bit further my mate wants to meet you if your up to it that is"
Rose sat for moment looking at Jake's deep red cheeks "That would be fine by me I'm sure she is nice."
Jake looked at his watch checking on the time "Well if your ready its almost time to meet my mate."
Rose and Jake stood up leaving after they paid the bill. When they got outside Jake softly clasped Roses hand looking her in the eye feeling his heart start to race. They headed towards the alley that had been the designated meeting area.
Darky watched as Jake and Rose rounded the corner holding hands. He looked over this human female with an inward snort of resentment. He had to admit though her beautiful crystal blue eyes, milky white skin, and soft bright blonde hair made her easy to look at. He waited in the shadows wanting to study their conversation.
After they entered the alley Rose yanked on Jake's hand simultaneously placing her hand on his hip pressing her lips into his. She heard his sharp gasp before their lips connected and her tongue began dance and twirl with his. She felt his body relax and his hands slid down to her hips bringing them against his own.
Darky felt bile rise in his throat watching this disgusting human female trying to steal his mate. He closed his eyes and mentally calmed himself preventing his anger from fully taking hold. Darky stepped out of the shadows clearing his throat as he did so.
Jake heard a throat cleared behind while watching Rose eye's go wide. Before he had a chance to react Rose spun to the left slamming her arm against Jake to push him behind her.
"Stay behind me Jake I'll deal with this intrusive dragon"
Rose took up an attack stance brining her right leg back with her foot facing the Dark dragon her left foot was in front of her with its side facing him. She sprang forward turning as she went to strike at the Dark dragons calf.
Darky took a half step back placed his foot on a wall to push off of it springing over Rose's attack. He alighted near Jake where he quickly dropped into a crouch. He wrapped his arms around Jake's smaller human form bringing him close into a kiss.
"Is this the one you were telling my about my mate?" Asked Darky after breaking their passionate kiss.
Jake felt his blood rush to his cheeks at being caught in this awkward situation "Yea she is, my mate."
Rose stood stunned she had always liked Jake and she wasn't really bothered by homosexuals but she had never thought Jake was one. Hot tears welled to her eye's feeling betrayed thinking that Jake was just playing with her emotions.
Jake looked over at Rose seeing the tears path down her cheeks broke his heart. He pushed Darky's arms open wriggling out of their loving grip. He took Rose into his arms whispering comforting words while promising that he did really care for her.
After many minutes of introductions and explanations Darky wrapped both of them into his arms surrounding them with his wings as well. He stepped backwards into the shadows letting the world melt away. When everything returned to normal they found themselves standing in the study near Darky's favorite chair.
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After arriving in the study they all made their way into the kitchen wear Jake prepared a quick meal of grilled cheese sandwiches. After they finished eating they all shifted their gazes uncomfortably.
Darky cleared his throat looking at Jake who was still in his human form. He noticed that Jake was constantly glancing between him and Rose shifting uncomfortably in his sit. When Rose had her head turned he gave Jake a little kick and tilted his head towards Rose.
Jake sat confused for a moment trying to decipher what his mate was trying to tell him. He finally caught on that Darky was encouraging him to talk to the beautiful female. Jake moved closer to Rose so that he softly whisper to her.
"Ummmm...hey Rose I was wondering what you have been up to you know, um since u like disappeared."
Darky gave a frustrated sigh before blurting out "He wants to mate with you female and I know you want to mate with him I can smell your juices"
Both Rose's and Jake's face turned so red that it wasn't to far from being purple in color.
Rose looked up at Jake to see him blushing and kicking the floor with his shoe. Rose got out of her chair dropping to her knees in front of Jake.
As rose gripped a hold of his zipper slow sliding it down she purred out "He's right you know I have been wet ever since dinner.
Jake just swallowed hard as he felt his pants unbuttoned next. His pants were slid down to his ankles. He watched as rose brought her face between his legs softly licking the raging hard piece of meat thru his tight briefs.
Rose wrapped her mouth around the width of his member squeezing it tasting the fabric that confined it. She let it out of her mouth sliding her hands up Jake's inner legs grabbing the waist band of the briefs. She pulled them down to his pants and then pulled both off of his body tossing them casually to the floor.
Darky watched as his mates human penis flopped out from the confining fabric of his briefs before throbbing wildly in the open air. It was only in the open for moment before Rose took the whole member into her mouth fiercely sucking it.
Jake let out a loud moan as his cock was taken into a tight, wet, warmth that was Rose's mouth. Jake let out a startled gasp as he felt his mate's claw slowly unzip his jacket. He saw the piece of clothing fly behind rose as it was tossed with the rest of his clothing. A low moan escaped his lips a claw was slid under his white t-shirt softly pinching his hard nipples.
Darky brought his maw next to Jake's head letting his tongue slid out to dart against his ear and neck. He twisted the claw that was underneath of the soft white t-shirt. He sliced thru the soft fabric quickly discarding it afterwards.
He brought his maw across Jake's shoulder once again letting his large tongue slid down the entirety of his chest. Darky looked down watching the human female's head bob on the large human member before realizing she was the only one clothed.
"Well we will just have to fix that." Silently purred Darky.
Rose continued to Suck on Jake's hot member letting the pre slid down her throat. She let the member slip from her mouth with a startled gasp as she suddenly felt large claws on her hips. She felt the claws slid over her pussy roughly pressing against the jeans before unbuttoning them.
She let out muffled moan as her pussy began to convulse with anticipation of much needed attention. Then she felt a cool breeze blow across her wet entrance as her panties and jeans were pulled off of her.
Jake watched his Mate slid his claw under Rose's shirt softly rubbing her orbs before he sliced and ripped off the remaining clothing. He watched Darky bring his maw close to his groin inhaling deeply taking in the strong cock scent before slithering his tongue over the thick appendage. He closed his eye's arching his back pushing his hips forward as his seed shot into Rose's mouth. Being sucked and licked simultaneously was too much for him.
Rose Quickly gulped down his semen. She stood up taking a couple steps before putting her knees on the outside of Jake's. She lined her soft, dripping wet entrance above Jake's throbbing, rock hard member. She started to lower herself towards his member. A sharp gasp escaped from her as she felt a claw slid under her and lift her as if she weighed nothing.
"It seems my mate that your female friend her is ready to receive you. Come let us continue our explorations to our chambers" Darky stated calmly as he headed towards the bedroom.
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Jake watched his mate slid onto the bed with Rose still in his claw. He knew that she was close to Cuming for he could see where her juices had fallen to the floor leaving a small trail to the bed. He wasted no time in rushing over to the bed diving thru the curtains.
Rose was let off of Darky's claw where she quickly laid down spreading her legs wide toward the curtain she knew Jake would come threw.
In the few seconds that it took Jake to come threw the curtain she watched Darky slid back a few feet sitting down with his legs spread his hand slowly sliding up and down his shaft.
Jake's first sight was of Rose's spread legs showing off her wet, soft, pink pussy. Jake didn't waste a moments time.
He quickly thrust his rock hard cock deep into her throbbing pussy feeling her juices splatter against his groin. He continued to withdraw and thrust back in rapidly loving the feel of how tight her pussy was even if it wasn't as tight as his mates ass. He heard Rose moaning softly with each quick thrust.
Rose felt herself cum as Jake continued to pump in and out of her tight pussy. Her right hand grabbed one of her breasts squeezing the nipple. She used her left hand's index and middle fingers to spread her entrance wider.
She closed her eye's feeling her orgasm building again especially at feeling Jake's hard cock sliding between her fingers as it thrust deeper past the soft lips.
Darky watched the two humans fuck for a while before he decided to join in on the fun. He slid forward on his knee's until they rested a few inches above Rose's head. He slid his large throbbing member over her soft breasts continuing down until it's head was in front of Jake's face. Darky let out a low murr of pleasure as Rose took her queue to start sucking on the thick shaft.
Jake watched as Rose's tongue roamed over his mate's huge member. The scent of the head was intoxicating and before Jake had realized that he had even done anything he found himself licking the head.
Jake continued his licking and when a drop of pre formed from it he tried to eat as much of it as he could but he couldn't possible gobble it all. He watched it completely cover Rose's hips before sliding over his own member providing an extra lubrication for his cock and Rose's pussy.
Rose heard Jake's soft sucking sounds knowing that he too was trying to please this large dragon. She quickly put her hands on the hug cock pushing it away as her orgasm took hold of her and she let her cum splatter onto Jake again only this time Jake thrust forward letting his on semen shot into her at the same time.
Jake withdrew his still shooting member out of Rose's soft subtle pussy letting his seed shot over her stomach and onto Darky's hard thick member. He watched Rose squirm out from under the large member only to climb on near the base of the head. Jake let his tongue slid into his mates cock hole still tasting of cum and pre.
Darky was reveling in the attention that his cock was receiving. He lazily closed his eyes feeling the human female's wet little entrance sliding over the rim of his cock head. He reached up and began to squeeze his nipple while he slid a finger from his other hand into his tight rectum eliciting load moans and soft thrusts of his hips. He felt his cock throb a moment before it released its massive amount of seed onto Jake.
Rose Watched while clutching onto the wildly throbbing cock releasing its see all over Jake completely coating him in the thick, white sticky substance. She climbed off as soon as the hot member stopped throbbing watching as Jake gulped down the seed. She knelt down letting her tongue snake out and roam over Jake's body lapping up the sweet tasting dragon spunk.
Jake stopped cleaning himself when he took notice of Darky still fingering his hole with moans of ecstasy issuing from him.
Jake placed a hand on rose's chest quietly saying "We have sated our hunger but now my mate needs tending."
Jake stood up "Dragon up" feeling his human form burn away being replaced by his much larger dragon form.
Darky so lost in his orgasm hadn't even realized that his mate had assumed his dragon form and was moving towards him until he grabbed a hold of his wrist immediately falling onto him.
Darky felt his maw filled with Jake's thrashing tongue bring a low moan from his chest. He wrapped his arms around his mate bringing him closer as to press the hot member of his mate past his tightly muscled tail hole.
Jake felt his lover trying to pull his body into himself bringing his member against the hot, and tightly muscled tail hole. He quickly thrust his full length into Darky's rectum rubbing against his prostrate.
Jake felt his mate wriggling in ecstasy as he continued to thrust in and out of his mates hole. He ran his hand down his chest and over his abdomen softly grabbing a hold of the large throbbing member that was still slick with pussy juices, pre, and dragon seed.
Darky's vision blurred his breath became erratic as his orgasm took hold of him. He felt Jake slam in and out of his rectum continually pushing against his prostrate. His mate began to stroke his member rapidly which was bringing both of them to climax. He felt Jake's seed flow into him filling his rectum. The sensation of being filled with hot, sticky seed brought forth his own seed shooting out which Jake lapped at like a dog does to a water sprinkler.
Rose watched in an uncomfortable silence. She silently wondered if this was how Darky felt when he watched her and Jake fucking. She watched Jake quickly thrust in and out rapidly until he gave a deep thrust shooting seed into the Dark dragon quickly followed by Darky's own seed shooting out. She watched Jake withdraw his hard cum slicked cock from out of Darky.
"I love it when you take me like that my mate but now its your turn. Turn around and get on your hands and knees"
Jake silently did as he was ordered. When he turned around he saw Rose sitting and staring at him and his mate which brought the blood rushing to his cheeks. He scooted closer to her so that his maw would have easy access to her.
Jake heard a strange 'splurt' sound followed by a cool wet sensation to his tight hole. He leaned forward putting his maw between Roses legs inhaling her sweet pussy scent before allowing his tongue to start lapping at her entrance.
Darky Placed his claw against the tight entrance rubbing the lube around. He slowly inserted his claw into the still tight hole eliciting a gasp from Jake. He slid forward placing the large head of his member against the hole slowly pushing into it until it finally swallowed the cock head. He saw Jake stop his lapping at the human female's pussy to cast a lust filled look back at his mate issuing forth a low moan.
Rose heard Darky say to Jake "Get on your back so I can have some of that pussy too while I fuck your tight little ass"
Rose watched as Jake once again did as he was told. Watching as the Dark dragon leaned over Jake's slightly smaller frame to bring his maw close to her wet entrance. She gave a small whimper of pleasure as Darky brought nose onto the entrance inhaling deeply before pulling away slightly letting a large glob of salvia drip out of his maw.
Jake Spread his legs letting his mate slither over him while he started to push his cock in and out of him sliding easily thanks to the lube. Jake started to moan softly as he felt the large intruder push in deeper slowly starting to rub past his prostrate.
Jake laid his head down raising his arms over his head sliding them under Roses butt pulling her closer to the two awaiting maws. He let his tongue dart out and push against the wet entrance in a downward motion pulling on the soft muscle brining a loud moan to her lips.
Rose laid completely on her back raising her hips and spreading her legs wide open to give the two maws easy access to her soft, wet, and tight pussy. At first she felt only one tongue lap against her pussy pulling it down and then the other tongue up which caused her sweet juices to start flowing like water again.
Rose moaned at the attentions the two dragons were giving to her soft entrance. She turned her head taking a mouth and fist full of sheets when the tongues suddenly synchronized and her pussy was pulled in both directions at once opening it wide letting the hot breath of both dragons blow into it.
Darky continued his gentle pushing into Jake's tight, throbbing rectum while they both continued to savor the delicious little human clit. As he and his mate synched their lashing tongues it wasn't long before they found their maws coated in her cum but they only continued faster and harder. He heard Jake let a slight hiss of pain as Darky's hips met with Jake's Rump in a soft 'plap'.
Jake placed his claws on his mates hips squeezing softly as he felt the full length of his member inside of him. He felt the member leave his ass leaving it spread wide for a moment before it was rammed back in causing him to grunt with the rough thrust.
Jake felt the blood start rush through his ears deafening him with its constant 'sloshing'. His maw hung open pants escaping in regular intervals. His body was so hot in comparison to the temperature of the lair that his breath was visible in white puffs.
Rose was coated in thick dragon salvia which made a great lubricant as she slowly inserted her fingers into her soft, dripping wet, pink pussy. She watched Jake start to orgasm his breath visible as Darky continued to pump in and out.
Rose saw Darky grab Jakes legs and place them on his shoulders causing each of his thrusts to raise Jake's hips high into the air. Rose looked at Jake's maw which hung open and decided that she wasn't done with the thick, rubbery, and slimy tongue.
Rose walked next to Jake's open maw where she gently placed her hand on the edge of his lips gently rubbing it. She climbed onto the maw letting the corners of Jake's maw act like a harness of sorts as it kept her legs spread wide and supported her weight. She saw Darky's eye's sparkle with pleasured amusement.
Darky started thrusting rapidly as he felt his sac tighten in its preparation for release. Before his cock shot his load he saw Jake's hot member shooting its seed high into the air landing all over his own chest and chin watching the female lap any of the delicious dragon seed that was close enough for her to do so.
It was only moments later before he gave a final rough thrust his seed shooting so deep that Jake placed a claw on his stomach while scrunching his face in discomfort.
Jake felt his mate take his slick member out allowing Jake's rectum to drain its sweet contents. His tongue was lashing wildly against Rose who was sitting in his maw. Her soft pussy dripping all of her juices into Jakes mouth.
He felt Darky re-insert his hard member into Jake softly thrusting into the wide entrance while leaning forward and lashing his tongue across Roses soft breasts and his chin.
Rose felt her self completely coated in the thick dragon salvia as her body was probed and lashed with their thick rubbery tongues.
It wasn't long before she felt Jake's tongue stop roaming over her body and insert as far into her pussy as it could before it started to thrash back and forth to wriggle deeper into her. Her cum and juices leaked from her almost constantly as her body was over come with pure ecstasy so intense that her body was practically limp.
Darky thrust deeply and softly into Jake's tight entrance as his tongue lashed across the humans breasts. He stopped giving the human attention instead lower his maw to softly suck on Jake's chin slowly sliding down to his neck. He continued down until he reached Jake's rock hard nipples which he greedily suckled on. His claw moved over the other nipple were he roughly pinched and pulled on the hard appendage.
Jake felt his orgasm wash over him again and knew he was about to release his seed again and apparently Darky realized this too for he placed Jake's member into his maw. He felt a soft sucking on his cock his mate trying to coax the seed out. Jake arched his back bringing the still inserted member with it as his seed issued forth into the maw.
Darky swallowed some of the sweet seed but kept the majority of it in his maw. He moved his maw over Rose who was still being lashed and probed by Jake's tongue. He slightly opened his maw gently tipping his head to let the seed drip over Rose and into Jake's open maw where he greedily devoured his own seed.
Rose Rubbed the Thick seed over her breasts and stomach. She cupped her hands catching some of the thick seed in her hands before she lowered her hands down to her soft pussy lips where she pushed the seed into herself. She moaned feeling the seed pushed deep into herself and her lips rubbed with the thick, slimy seed.
Jake felt his mates seed unload into his rectum again filling himself beyond his bodies ability to hold it all. As soon as his mate withdrew his thick cock the seed flowed out in a large wave of cum that slid down Jake's butt and tail.
Darky watched his mates body relax and the human climb out of his mates maw only to collapse a few feet away her body exhausted from the intense pleasure.
Jake panted heavily "that was great my....."
Darky didn't give Jake a chance to finish his sentence. He slammed his maw into Jake's letting his tongue slid and thrash in his maw tasting the seed that he had dripped into his lovers maw earlier.
Darky brought his tail hole over Jake's hard member. He reached behind gripping the thick and extremely slick cock. He slammed his hole onto Jake's hard member while sliding his claw behind his head to prevent Jake form breaking the kiss.
Jake felt his cock swallowed by his mates ass which he began to grind and whip around crazily. Jake tried to push away from the kiss to get air but was held firmly in place by his mate. It didn't take Jake long to cum in his mate especially with his mates hips jerking the hard member in many different directions.
Darky let the hard member slip out of his hole while releasing Jake's head after which he immediately gasped for air.
"That my dirty little dragon was for taking my cock so deeply in the shower"
Jake felt Darky lower his body gently on top of his own offering him many soft suckling kisses.
"If that is the reward I get for letting you please me then I'm going to have to take that huge member more often."
"A shame that your new toy didn't last a little longer but for a female she was pretty tasty." Stated Darky while he licked his chops.
Jake wrapped his arms around Darky looking over at Rose he said "Yea. Thank you my mate for letting me bring and fuck her here."
"Its not often that I get to watch a dragon take a women so nicely and then get to join them."
Jake murred softly feeling his mates claws softly roaming over Jake's body. They both closed their eyes letting their warmth and closeness comfort them as sleep over took them.
THE END?
ZERAN
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"Why has the council summoned me?"
"We require your unique services we feel there may be a rogue dragon that is beyond our power to stop"
"So you desire this dragon eliminated then?"
"NO. Your orders are to only watch them and report back to us where we will make the final decision."
"You forget to him you are speaking to dragon. I suggest you remember quickly before I decide to take you head as my payment"
"He didn't mean to insult you sir, he's just foolish."
"I can over look it this time as long as you understand that I make the decisions as far as my target is concerned."
"agreed"
"Who is my target then?"
"The American Dragon."
"You understand the price that I demand for my services and you willingly accept them?"
"..........Yes." | FSE |
Title: Meeting of the Six Kings Ch. 01
Tags: submissive, slave, desire, master
Day One.
He eyed the girl's chest as it rhythmically moved up and down. He sat in the back of his company's car, the driver weaving steadily through the traffic, her slow breathing a metronome for his own. He found it calming, the gentle inhale and exhale. The edge of her forehead rested against his shoulder. Her breath felt warm against his forearm.
Of course, she was still unconscious. He really had no idea what he'd encounter when she was finally awake.
He was bemused by the circumstances that had brought her to him; this odd, last minute addition to the list of essentials packed for the conference he was attending. Extra socks...check. Powerpoint...check. Pleasure slave...
For Ryan Pierce, the conference was an opportunity of a lifetime. A small group meeting with the Capital's most powerful and influential leaders. Few outsiders had ever been invited to a meeting of the Six Kings. By handing him the invitation, his boss had entrusted him with locking up the largest agreement the Capital had ever offered to a private company.
He had been studying engineering when the war started ten years ago. By its end, he was part of an industrial super-force that first fed the country's military system and now developed industries to harvest the resources from the vast lands it had conquered. Unlike his peers, he didn't find great happiness in this work. But, through it, he had been given the freedom to continue to explore his own ideas. He accepted the trade-off: corporate service in exchange for the chance to pursue his true passions.
He turned his attention to the tablet on his lap, brushing a figure eight against the numbers to unlock it. He pressed play on the video invitation but lowered the volume so it wouldn't disturb the girl beside him.
A skinny man with a pointed nose and overly rosy cheeks cleared his throat and looked straight into the camera. "Ryan Pierce." he screeched. "You are cordially invited to be our guest at the Fourth Quarter Conference on State Affairs. Detailed agenda to follow. We'll expect you at the Club on 8th Avenue. Thursday, November 15th at 10 am. Plan to stay a few days to take full advantage of all of the Club's deluxe amenities."
He paused for a moment, cracking a smile, and stepping back a bit from the camera. He continued, "We never conduct business without a heathy mix of pleasure." As he said this, he gestured towards a wisp of a girl visible in the corner of the screen. But, before Ryan could get a good look at her, the pointy nose was back in front of the camera.
"So bring along your own source of...amusement." He said the word slowly as if to draw out its full meaning. "We could share ours, but we really don't prefer it." He gives one last small smile before the video closed.
Ryan sighed, thinking about how quickly arrangements had been made and paperwork was passed and processed in the few days since the Six Kings invitation arrived.
Then, just under an hour ago he had pulled up in front of a stark warehouse and quietly flashed his state identification card. Moments later, a man he could have mistaken for a hospital orderly if not for the tattoos covering the huge muscles on his arms, carried this girl outside and asked him matter-of-factly, "Trunk or backseat?"
At first, Ryan didn't even fully process what he'd heard. Then, as the horror of it registered he quickly answered, "Backseat! Backseat please." And, without a moment's pause, the orderly deposited her into the car, closed the door and returned to the building as quickly as he had appeared.
He was about to do business with the most powerful leaders of his country. That part he understood. That was business. The part he couldn't wrap his mind around was that he had basically gone through a drive-up window and bought a girl to accompany him for the duration.
He looked down at her and admonished himself for calling her a girl. She was clearly a woman. A young woman, yes, but definitely a woman. He studied her for a moment, taking in her sleeping form.
She appeared to be sleeping peacefully. Her features were relaxed. Her cheeks were dotted with just a few freckles. She had beautiful creamy skin and lovely chestnut hair that fell is soft waves down her body and over her small breasts. At a glance, she could be just another citizen of the Capital. But with a critical eye he noticed that she was too thin and her dress was too revealing for the more conservative styles worn by free women here.
Other than a single button at the top of her neck, the dress exposed her entire back, gently bunching together again just above her hips. A small skirt flared out a few additional inches below that, covering only the very tops her thighs. Small golden flats, almost slippers really, were tucked around her toes. Turning his eyes back towards her face, he noticed a glimmer from the thin gold band that wrapped snuggly around her neck. A collar of course, he realized. She is property. The thought was unsettling to him.
He knew slavery was an increasingly big industry in his country, but he had never really encountered it this closely before. Certainly nothing so personal as this. He set the tablet in his briefcase next to his feet, sat up again, and ran his hand through his hair, wondering just how much longer it would be until she awakened.
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The fog of the drug lifted slowly as Catrine's consciousness began filtering and piecing together bits of information about her surroundings. She had learned how to awaken her senses without moving her limbs, giving her an initial chance to size up her situation before letting on that she was alert.
It always played out the same: An assignment. The drugs. The disorientation. Waking up at the mercy of a new master. That first moment was still the most frightening to her; having no idea where she was or what she'd need to endure.
After nearly two years at the mercy of her captors, she was still surprised by the cruelties she suffered under their care. In their minds, she was simply collateral. The bounty collected by the winning side of a brutal war between two countries. After a decade of fighting, her country of birth was finally decimated by an unstoppable force. By the time the conquerors were finished, virtually everything was burned, destroyed or seized and sent back to the Capital to repay the cost of war.
By her nineteenth birthday, Catrine had lost everything she'd ever known: her family, her home, her culture. In its wake, she experienced the systematic loss of her freedoms and her indoctrination into the world of slavery. She knew she should consider herself lucky for her designation as a pleasure slave. It was far worse to be sent to the factories or the mines. But, most days, it still didn't feel much like luck to her.
The Vultures who tracked and captured her ran a cut-throat slave-for-hire empire. For the right price, anyone could procure the much coveted paperwork in order to, at least temporarily, own a rare and exotic pleasure slave. While permanent placement of slaves was reserved for only the most wealthy and powerful lords of the Capital, Catrine's master's empire allowed virtually anyone to feel the exhilarating power of being Master, if only for a short time. With ownership came impunity; The power to act out the darkest parts of one's imagination without threat of law or consequence. Catrine experienced cruelties that she had never conceived of in her former life.
Still, in her darkest moments, she felt a tiny spark of life that refused to be extinguished. She had seen the slaves who had already given up. She looked into their hollow eyes and saw only emptiness in their depths. In the moments that she was ready to tip herself over and give in to her own despair, there was always some small bit of color in her world - new spring blossoms, an elderly Master who just wanted her to read aloud, a bite of mango whose flavors burst in her mouth.
Instead of giving in, she had trained her mind furiously to adapt. She quickly understood the basics of what was expected of her in this life. She allowed herself to accept that her life was entirely outside of her control. Without freedom or a sense of her future, she furiously and studiously tended to her own well-being. By following directions, she could safely tuck away her true self and shelter it somewhat from her circumstance. Through this, she found that submission came fairly easily. Physically, of course, it was very demanding. But, she had successfully separated body from spirit and it allowed her, at least for now, to carry on.
She inhaled deeply to steady her resolve and she took-in the first moment that she was fully awake.
She was moving. In a car, she speculated. Yes definitely, and in a seat thankfully. She tentatively flexed her arms and her ankles and realized she hadn't been restrained at all, which was novel. She tried to shift her head and a sudden, searing pain seized her, making her queasy.
"Agh" she groaned before she could stop herself. The damn drug always left her with a blinding headache.
Two hands grasped her shoulders firmly and she knew the moment was upon her to face her newest Master. After a moment, she opened her eyes and slowly raised her head. She blinked twice to chase off the last traces of the drug and focused her stare on the most incredible pale blue eyes that she had ever seen. The owner of those eyes stared at her with intensity, his expression laced with concern.
"Do you need some water?" He asked her.
She nodded. She didn't trust her voice yet. Everything about their first interaction had been unusual. It threw her off balance.
She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes once more. He reached forward into the compartment in front of his seat, extracting a small plastic water bottle. He cracked it open and then, taking her palm within his, he gently pressed the bottle into her hand.
"Here, take this." He said quietly.
She took a long drink from the bottle. It felt cool and refreshing as it traveled through her body. It was restorative.
"Thank you," she said with a sincerity that startled him.
"It's nothing," he said dismissively. "Just a drink of water," he added almost confused.
She looked down to her hands and then glanced back at his face again. "I'm not often shown compassion," she answered simply.
Her honesty surprised him. But more than that, her beauty surprised him. Now that she was fully awake, he took in her soft features and her large brown eyes. Her long lashes fluttered with each of her glances. He watched her as her fingertips gently brushed a few excess drips of water of her soft pink lips. He found her totally enchanting.
The fact was, since he had picked her up, he had been totally distracted by her, despite being just minutes away from walking into an intense and extremely important meeting. He needed to regain his focus.
"Go ahead and take another minute to get yourself together. We should be there soon." He said and with deliberate action, he began double checking his notes and repacking his briefcase.
She watched him intently. She tried to reconcile the details of her briefing with the person before her who was now her Master. She knew she was assigned to someone attending a meeting of the Six Kings. It was an important assignment and the threat of punishment against her if she didn't meet expectations was severe.
But the Six Kings were all senior members of the Capital, extremely powerful and also quite...old. Her past Masters at these kinds of functions had always been at least twice her age if not older.
He person next to her couldn't have been more than thirty. But he certainly looked the part of a distinguished businessman. He wore a finely tailored button down shirt and a beautiful bright blue tie. She realized with a small rueful smile that she had been dressed in peacock blue to match him. Their attention to detail is always impeccable. She thought with a hint of regret.
What drew her attention next was the strong line of his jaw covered subtly by his five o'clock shadow. Just enough to look rugged or slightly dangerous, but not so much that it conflicted with the impression made by his tailored suit. His beard had copper highlights, just like his well groomed, but still slightly unkempt hair. His brows were knit together as he concentrated on the last bits of information he was reviewing. But, as if sensing her eyes on him, he glanced up his blue eyes meeting hers again. Then he flashed her a bright, reassuring smile, revealing perfect white teeth behind finely sculptured lips.
His smile faded quickly as he looked past her and out the window. The car pulled to the curb in front of the club.
"We're here," he said, his expression serious. Her heart plummeted in her chest. She had only had a few experiences with members of the Capital and none were good.
He climbed out of his seat and quickly came around to open her car door. She took his hand and stood before him brushing a wrinkle out of her dress and gently pulling her long hair over one of her shoulders. She looked toward the hulking building with its post-modern architecture and cold steel and granite facade. It was intimidating.
She did her best to conceal her emotions but her body betrayed her and she trembled slightly from cold, anticipation, and fear.
"Nervous?" He asked, taking her other hand in his.
She nodded.
"Me too." He said and showed her that smile again. He paused then as if realizing something that was suddenly important. He lifted his hand and brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face tucking it gently behind her ear. His fingertips lingered on her cheek and he looked at her intently.
"What's your name?" He asked simply.
She had been holding her breath. The gentleness of his gestures were so foreign to her.
"Catrine," she quietly answered. How could such a small word take so much effort to speak?
Then he pulled her gently towards him and placed one hand on the small of her exposed back. "I am Ryan," he whispered into her ear. "But, I'd imagine that inside those walls you'll need to refer to me properly."
She nodded in understanding and then swallowed hard. The warmth of his hand against her skin radiated through her body and she relaxed slightly. They turned and walked together into the foreboding building.
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"Ah, Mr. Pierce!" exclaimed a man as soon as they made their way inside the entryway of the building. He was almost too much to take in. His suit was a riot of colored silks stretched ridiculously tight across his large belly. A court-jester disguised as a butler. "We've been expecting you! The members arrived this morning for the pre-session of course, but if you're ready, I'll be most pleased to escort you to the main chamber."
"That would be excellent," Ryan replied.
Without delay, they followed the butler into a huge cathedral style room with several hulking tables that made a circular formation at its center. The ceiling must have been more than five stories tall with panes of stained glass that stretched from top to bottom. It was modern and stark, but the design echoed that of the ancient church buildings from long ago conquered lands.
He led them to one of the desks at the center of the room. "This will be yours for the conference. I expect the others to enter at any moment."
Catrine noticed that beside each desk was a large silk floor pillow. She immediately knew her place. Before Ryan could make any additional comment, she had lowered herself gently onto the soft silks, tucking her feet beneath her, folding her hands across her lap.
Ryan stilled as he took her in from behind. The sunlight above cast colorful beams of soft light through the stained glass, creating dancing prisms across her bare back and her soft hair. She was a goddess before him. So still, he almost wouldn't have believed she was real if she hadn't been standing next to him just moments before.
He walked around to face her and kneeled down to be closer to her face. He peered deeply into her eyes and considered his question. "Are you okay like that?" he asked. But, behind his words he was trying to grasp at something larger. Something that could help to explain the circumstances underlying this whole, strange situation. Will you do this for me?
She gave him a small nod and began to speak. But, she was cut short as double doors at the back of the chamber were thrown open and a gaggle of people came rushing into the room.
Before he stood to greet them, he leaned over her pressing his face close to hers. She felt his stubble brush her cheek and it tickled her as he spoke. Her heartbeat quickened in her chest.
"I've never done this before...been someone's master," he implored. "You need to tell me if you need anything. I need to know that you will guide me these next few days."
She nodded again as their eyes made contact one last time, pale blue gazing into deep brown. Then, he stood and readied himself for the crush of people crossing the room to greet him.
—-
Catrine sat quietly but listened intently as the discussions played out through the morning hours. Her new master stood at the center of the room making a detailed presentation about the ways his company could develop resources in an area to the south of the Capital. He spoke of water pipelines, sustainable energy, and long term policies that could benefit the entire region. She now understood why he had been invited: The Kings must be eager to begin development of their newly acquired territory.
With everyone's attention turned to him, Catrine took some time to study the others in the room.
Each of the Six Kings, as they were called, sat arrogantly in his own throne at the center of the room. Individually, they were Sirs Arick, Roberts, Dutton, Preston, Hall, and Edwards.
These oligarchs had formed an unlikely alliance at the beginning of the war, pooling their resources in a way that made defeating them impossible. Each King owned their own piece of the vast Kingdom they'd built together, which they ruled freely and exploited readily. Together, they managed all aspects of defense, energy, agriculture, and commerce.
Looking at them now, with their furs, their fancily groomed mustaches, and their outrageous jewels, they seemed more like caricatures than actual wielders of immense power. But, she knew better. She stole glances at the slaves seated next to each of them whose fancily colored faces and shining adornments could not hide the sadness in their expressions. There was one pleasure slave seated next to each King, with the exception of King Roberts who had brought along a pair of identical twins. Like her, they remained nearly invisible unless called upon to fill a specific need.
—
She was startled from her thoughts as side doors opened into the room and a team of waiters buzzed about beginning the lunch service. She realized that Master Ryan had returned to his seat. She chanced a look in his direction. He appeared much more relaxed than when they had arrived that morning. He caught her looking and smiled again at her broadly, clearly more at ease now.
"Do you want to stretch your legs?" He asked her and she gratefully nodded her head. He reached down and pulled her slowly to standing making sure she stood on her own before relaxing his arms. "Go take a break with the others and by the time you're back, lunch will be served."
Catrine followed the other women who were slipping through a door at the opposite end of the chamber. No one talked and they hardly glanced at one another. She could feel the nervous energy among them.
She enjoyed a short moment of privacy in the restroom and paused to stretch her arms fully, first towards the ceiling and then down to her toes. She took a deep breath and turned to walk back to the meeting room.
So far, the meeting had been purely business. In fact, it was all so serious that she hadn't really understood why the pleasure slaves had attended at all. It's not that she minded that the attention in the room was focused elsewhere. But she was wary of these Kings and what they might be scheming. It certainly appeared that the other slaves were uneasy too.
She returned to her place beside Master Ryan and sat down again on her pillow. He dished a portion from his own plate into a small bowl and handed it to her. It was filled with rice and a rich, flavorful meat stew. She savored the smell and began to eat it hungrily. She realized that she hadn't been fed since the afternoon before and her stomach rumbled.
The waiters made their way around the room serving wine to each of the Kings and a fizzy lemon drink to each of the slaves. Catrine drank deeply washing down the stew. The bubbly fizz and sour tang of the lemon was a delicious compliment to the savory flavors of the stew. She hardly paused between swallows to breathe.
She was delighted when Master Ryan took the empty bowl from her hands and replaced it first with a large slice of fresh bread and then again with another full bowl of stew. She munched happily and turned her attention to Master Arick who had risen beside his slave to make a toast.
"My fellow Comrades and," he said while tipping his glass towards Ryan, "Most distinguished guest, your attention please. Thank you Mr. Pierce for your excellent presentation this morning. You have given us much to consider."
"But alas," He said, with a phony sigh, the beginnings of a smile twisting his curly mustache into a more menacing expression, "Too much business and no time for pleasure does not a good conference make..."
The other Kings in the room chuckled at Arick's joke. Catrine swallowed her last bite and felt a tinge of anxiety creeping up her spine.
"You'll all be most pleased to know that I asked our excellent chef to make an extra special drink for our most scrumptious companions; a little something to get them in the right mood, so to speak!" He chuckled, clearly delighted with himself. "Wouldn't you agree that they have been so patient through our most dull affairs this morning?"
The Kings nodded and laughed again. Sir Preston had already reached for his slave and pulled her roughly into his lap, cupping her breasts in his hands and squeezing them hard. They were all practically salivating with delight.
"So far," Arick continued as he began to gently stroke the reddish hair of the girl beside him, slowing his annunciation deliberately as if he were talking to a puppy, "They have received none of our attention."
"But worry not my tasty morsel," he said, tilting the girl's chin so that she was forced to make eye contact with him. "In just a few more moments, you will suddenly find that we cannot possibly ignore you any longer..."
He let his statement hang there for another moment. Then the energy in the room burst into activity. Waiters scurried to clear plates and glasses from the desks. The Kings joked loudly with one another. Their hands reaching to grasp the wrists, hair, or waists of their slaves, hauling them forward for play time. Their games had just begun.
Catrine's world moved in slow motion. A small fire had suddenly ignited in her core, kindling the worst kind of need deep inside of her. Its flames fanned slowly, growing steadily and licking their way outward from her center all the way to the tips of her fingertips.
She was so warm. Her cheeks flushed pink and her senses heightened as the drug took hold. The silk of the pillow beneath her knees was painfully soft. The light from the windows was too bright. The mingling smells of spices, citrus and the King's cologne threatened to overpower her. She swayed a bit on her knees and struggled to stay upright. She felt a strange pulsing at her core as strong urges washed over her again and again. It battered her mind until she could think of nothing else but her own white hot desire.
Ryan was stunned. It wasn't the sex that surprised him. It was the swiftness with which business had adjourned and all the other attendees had so rapidly immersed themselves in such illicit pleasure.
Moments before they had discussed energy policy. Now, the Six Kings buried themselves in a blur of naked flesh. Moans and grunts filled the room as they happily bent their slaves to their will, each in a more compromising position than the last. One was flung across a desk, her back arched as her King slammed himself into her. Another bobbed up and down on her knees, taking her King deeply in her throat. A third had been pressed down against the desk while her King took her roughly from behind.
He turned his head from the scene unfolding in front of him and his eyes suddenly focused on Catrine.
"Oh God." He whispered, his voice thick with dread. "Oh God, Catrine! Catrine! Can you hear me?
Catrine's eyes were closed tightly and her breath was labored. She was still on her knees, but her whole body shivered and her head fell loosely in front of her as if she didn't have the strength to keep it lifted. She didn't respond to his calls.
"Oh Fuck..." he trailed off as he roughly ran his hand through his hair.
He swooped down and in a single motion, he crushed her in his arms. She moaned softly as he shifted her position, pulling her body against his and allowing her head to rest gently against his chest. She pressed herself tightly to him, allowing the warmth of his body to surround her. It was a warm blanket of calm amidst the blizzard of sensations running through her.
He glanced around the room and eyed the door that lead to the restrooms. He moved towards it and swiftly carried her through it. She seems so fragile like this, like she weighed nothing at all. He knew what he needed to do. But he wasn't going to force her to endure it in a room full of others.
As he moved quickly down the corridor, he spotted a small atrium at the end of the hall. There was a velvet couch tucked away in the corner. Turning around, he lowered himself onto it gently, cradling the girl as he sat.
"Catrine?" He murmured to her softly as he brushed her hair off her cheek. His hand continued stroking her across her arm and along her back. Everywhere he touched, his fingertips ignited a searing heat against her skin.
She groaned and forced her eyes open to meet his searching gaze. "It's too much." She whispered to him, defeated. "It's too intense." She had never felt anything so powerful. She shook her head back and forth as if to chase the demons away. Her voice cracked and a small sob escaped her lips.
"I know baby." He implored, "Shhhh..."
He brought his lips to her face and brushed them gently against her cheek, kissing away the tear that had slipped from the corner of her eye. He moved them gently across her fluttering lashes and down the bridge of her nose. She whimpered at each soft caress.
"Shh..." He whispered again. He lifted his hand and stroked her hair once more. Holding her head firmly, he steadied her against his palm and brought his lips down pressing against her own.
He felt her trembling. It passed from her right through him like an electric current and spurred him on. She let out a small sigh as he deepened their kiss. He pushed his tongue gently against the edges of her mouth and she opened slightly to allow him passage. His kiss consumed her. All of her energy focused on the sensation of his soft lips and probing tongue dancing with hers. He swept his tongue across her teeth and bit gently down on her lower lip. He urged her response, channeling her need to the place where their lips connected.
She raised her hands tentatively, moving one to grasp behind his neck and the other to loosen his tie. She stroked the soft hair at the back of his head, curling her fingers around it as his tongue and lips and teeth continued their assault. She felt the movement of his muscles under her fingers as his arms circled the back of her head, weaving his fingers into her hair and pushing her face closer to his. He locked her tightly in his grasp.
He released her lips for a moment as he sought to steady his own breathing. He had lost himself in her so quickly. In the absence of his contact, she was immediately overwhelmed by an awesome sense of need.
"Master Ryan," she begged. "Please..." She couldn't put words to her desire. She sat up more fully and she shifted herself so that she could straddle him. She opened her legs so that she spread herself across him fully and pressed her pelvis against him.
"Whoa." Ryan said, surprised by her sudden action. "Slow, baby." He whispered against her ear. "You are so deep in it right now. I don't want it to be too intense for you."
She shook her head in response, but Ryan wasn't sure if she was fighting with him or agreeing with him. Then, she pressed her forehead against his and fought hard to take a deep breath.
"Good girl." He soothed. She wrapped her hands around his arms tightly to steady herself in his lap.
He tightened his hold on her hair again and kissed her lips once more. He began a trail of tiny kisses across her ear and then down the side of her neck. Catrine threw her head backwards and pushed herself down against the hardness between his legs. The stimulation of this new point of contact with her core made her cry out again.
His lips traveled further down, carrying nips and kisses and licks across the nape of her neck. He paused there and then planted a single deliberate kiss on her gold collar before making his way back up to her soft lips.
All that held Catrine's dress together was a single button at the back of her neck. He used one hand to release it and the soft fabric slipped down the front of her body in an instant. Her bare breasts heaved up and down as she took short, fevered breaths. Her need was so powerful he could feel it shimmering off her body as he held her. He tightened both arms once more and leaned forward, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it gently at first and then harder. He teased it with his tongue and nibbled at it with his teeth. She arched her back and pushed herself against him.
He shifted his attention to her other breast, kissing all around the soft flesh, gently stimulating her with his breath. She bucked against him and dug her fingers into his shoulders. Finally, he took that nipple into his mouth, making slow, swirling circles with his tongue. He willed her to focus the energy of her desire to the sources of his touch.
He placed both hands on her thighs just below the hem of her skirt and pressed against her firmly. His lips returned to hers as his fingers stroked softly and steadily against her legs. He inched his hands upwards, drawing up the fabric of her skirt along the way, until his fingertips brushed against her hipa. Then, he slowly followed the outer edges of her panties with his thumbs downward towards the center of her legs, pressing more firmly as they stroked her most sensitive place.
He felt her whole body clench against him as he gently rubbed back and forth, back and forth, on the sensitive nub beneath his fingers. It took only a moment's touch to feel her wetness seeping through the fabric of her panties. The feel of it warmed his fingertips, feeding his own desire. It coaxed him to intensify his ministrations, drawing tiny circles against that perfect little spot.
He pushed his hands a bit higher and firmly grasped her hips. He pressed his erection against her panties and began an easy rhythm, forward and backward along her opening, using his hardness to stimulate them both. He pressed his forehead against hers again and just reveled in the feel of their bodies moving slowly against one another.
"The buttons." He heard her say suddenly. He didn't fully grasp her meaning, so he slowed his moving and opened his eyes to focus on her.
"My panties." she murmured, "They're held together by buttons."
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he ran his fingertips beneath her skirt, along the soft satin of her underwear. On either side, just above the protruding bone of her pelvis, he felt two tiny pearl sized buttons. He slipped his finger beneath the fabric and with a gentle tug, the buttons came undone on each side.
Catrine pushed herself up slightly and the shimmering fabric came away from her body and silently slipped to the floor.
His hands began to explore her fully. He wanted to touch her everywhere all at once. He was absolutely captivated by the feeling of her in his hands. Her whole body trembled as he stroked her behind, her lower back, her thighs. His fingers grazed the bare skin above her sex and she bucked so powerfully that she nearly fell to the floor.
He reached his left arm around her and hugged her against him as the fingers on his opposite hand returned to that magical place at the apex of her thighs.
She was so smooth. Shaved and soft and wonderfully inviting. He cradled her even tighter and rested his head against her. He took one finger and stroked gently along her slit. She cried out loudly as the sensation took over. The drug heightening every movement to the peak of intensity.
One finger became two or three or four, she had no idea. She felt him slip a finger inside her finding its way to her depths. He stroked her rhythmically, pressing himself deeply inside of her and then pulling it all the way out. A second finger joined the first curling inward and upward as he moved stroking her at her core. His thumb pressed softly against her clit, merging the sensations that he created inside and out. She rocked herself back and forth to match his movements, her body sensually dancing against his.
She was lost in the sensations he created, joined to him fully in the places where they touched. With each push and pull her body responded in turn offering herself up to him fully. Their connection deepened with each pulse. He felt like he held all of her pleasure in the palm of his hand. He was heady with power and hungry with need.
She hadn't noticed when he lifted her slightly so that he could open his pants and free the cock that had been straining for so long to join in. But, she soon recognized the feeling of him pushing softly against her opening. Her body clenched in anticipation and she cried out again as he pushed gently into her folds.
He couldn't believe how she felt around him. His body lit up in ecstasy as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. He willed himself to keep control and to be slow, allowing her time to adjust to this newest sensation. Each bit that he pushed only seemed to increase his urgent need for more.
The months of training she had endured strongly reinforced the requirement of her total submission to her Master. As he pushed deeply into her, she willed herself to relax her body and give herself over to his pleasure. She opened herself to his domination and rested her head against his shoulder to take him in. She focused her attention fully on stilling her urges, breathing in short, quiet gasps against his neck. She pressed her pelvis down gently to meet his thrusts. Then she willed her arms to move behind her back, grasping her hands together where her dress was still bunched at her waist; her ultimate gesture of surrender.
"Oh god, sweet girl." was all Ryan could manage. Her sweet act of surrender nearly tipping him over the edge. "You feel so good. You are so soft and so incredibly tight," he managed to say between clenched teeth. His words rippled through her, mingling with the strong currents already competing for her attention: his breath, his hands, his cock pulsing inside of her.
He had never experienced anything so erotic and so pure. His pace quickened and he pushed deeply into her again and again making them moan together, lost in the sensations that traveled between them. His need for her overpowered him in a way he had never experienced before. It was carnal and raw and it pushed him to drive into her over and over again, powerfully. He grasped her hips tightly in his hands. He was filled with tension and urgent force. It was taking all his stamina to hold back the inevitable explosion building inside of him.
The fog of his mind cleared momentarily as he heard her whimpering something against his chest. He slowed their coupling and gazed down at the top of her head. He pressed his lips into her hair and murmured to her, "What? What is it, sweet girl?"
Her eyes remained closed and he could barely hear her words as she whispered her small plea again, "Please Master. Please. Let me come. Oh please, let me."
He stilled completely. His mind spun as he realized the gross mistake he had made. She could only come with her Master's command. She had no freedoms, not even the ability to control her own climax. He had sought to pleasure her, only to torture her further. He had forced her beyond her own limits with no ability to release the tension that he had relentlessly built inside of her. The realization made him feel suddenly sick.
He stopped completely. "Catrine, I'm sorry, I..." he stammered, the horror evident in his expression.
"Please," was all she said. "Please, please, please." A small prayer whispered into the crook of his neck.
He looked down again at her, so tiny and so vulnerable before him. In that moment, he didn't want to wrestle against the systems and circumstances that had brought them together, he only wanted her. He wanted to soothe her and tend to her and satisfy her. He wanted to make their whole world disappear, leaving only the two of them and this newly formed intimacy that they shared.
He inhaled deeply and then enveloped her fully in his arms. In an instant, he pushed himself again deeply inside of her. They moaned together at the renewed stimulation. She squirmed a bit to adjust her position and take him even deeper. His cock rubbed along a particularly sensitive spot that made her jump with each thrust.
"That's it." He crooned against her as he felt her breathing quicken once more. He focused his attention on carrying her back to the height of her pleasure. "Just feel it. Feel it everywhere."
She writhed against his tight grip as her carried her higher and higher again. Her vision was reduced to swirls of color and she could hear only the sound of her own breathing, fast and intense. She was clenched and ready and trapped once again on the precipice of her arousal. He reached his hand between their bodies to stroke the tiny spot that amplified all the other sensations.
She screamed loudly and arched upwards, throwing her head back at the intensity of sensation. Forgetting their place, her hands reached forward and grabbed once more at his body. She pulled at the soft fabric of his shirt and squeezed the hard muscle beneath her fingers as if hanging on for her life.
He pushed more firmly against her clit, rubbing insistently against the soft and slippery little bud. His lips sought hers to kiss her passionately. She kissed back with wild desperation and total abandon.
He finally broke the kiss to growl against her ear, "Come for me, baby."
Her body went into free fall. It carried her into total darkness where she lost all sense of balance and all sense of time. She cried out as her heart pounded against the walls of her chest. Her muscles clenched tightly and she shattered against him. The climax rolled over her again and again stretching out the sensations as she came undone. Every part of her was given over to the powerful tremors that that wracked her body and shattered her soul.
He watched her, entranced by the smoldering mix of her purity and her sensuality. Her internal muscles clenched tightly against him, drawing his attention back to his own fervent desire. He pushed against her and let himself tip over the edge into his own climax. He came violently, slamming against her and filling her deeply as the final shudders of her own orgasm quieted.
—-
They laid together, unmoving, for a long time. She rested her head against his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. He wrapped her in his arms keeping her snugly and possessively against him. The heat of his body made her drowsy and she slipped in and out of a light, dreamless sleep.
He had so much to consider as his mind sought to process the events of the day. He tried to focus on his presentation that morning, his career on the line, and the work that was ahead of him in the next few days to clinch the contract. But, as his hands stroked gently through Catrine's soft hair, following it down down the length of her back, he found it hard to think about anything at all.
"It's time to go Catrine," he said to her softly as he eased himself from her and set her beside him on the sofa. She nodded and stood, re-buttoning her dress and collecting her panties from the floor. They walked together in silence back down the long corridor and into the main room where their meeting had taken place earlier in the day. After the intensity of their touch, she felt oddly timid standing beside him. She had a strange sense like something had gone missing inside of her, where just moments before she had felt whole. She tried to shake off the feeling, hoping that it was a lingering effect of the drug. She glanced at him as they entered the conference room, but Ryan's face showed nothing at all. He was all business.
The room was empty with the exception of the butler who had greeted Ryan when he arrived that morning. "Well at last, there you are!" He exclaimed with slightly too much enthusiasm. "We were starting to worry about you two lovebirds." He eyed Catrine lewdly and then continued, turning his gaze back to Ryan, "You had the chance to enjoy yourself, I trust? I have instructions to show you to your room and then, Mr. Pierce, you're invited to join the others for dinner and a cocktail in the smoking lounge later this evening."
The butler made his way with haste out the front entrance of the room and bid them to follow. Catrine jumped with surprise as Ryan took her hand in his own and pulled her forward to walk beside him. They walked together to a bank of elevators and up several floors to a private floor. In front of a set of imposing looking double doors, the butler handed Ryan a small gold skeleton key and bid him good afternoon.
Ryan opened the door and took in beauty of the lushly appointed suite. Like the building itself, the furnishings in the living room were minimalist and modern, a combination of dark wood tones and crisp white furnishings. There were almost no decorations in the suite, but large windows put the whole city on display before them, lights shining like a living panoramic photograph Several large glass vases contained lush greens and large, colorful tropical flowers. Their pleasant odor wafted through the room.
"Just like home!" Ryan said more to himself than to Catrine. He cracked a smile, enjoying his own joke, and walked fully inside. It certainly was a beautiful space. He went to a large and well-appointed bar in the corner and took out two glasses from a cabinet. He dropped a few ice cubes in each glass with a satisfying clink and then poured a long pull of scotch into each.
Catrine remained in the doorway unsure of exactly what he wished her to do next. She felt so apprehensive. The energy between them was different than anything she had experienced before. It made her jumpy and ill at ease. She had spent two years seeking her Master's okay to move, sleep, and breathe, or face swift consequences. She had sought permission for nearly move she made. It was clear that Ryan didn't require this from her, but in the absence of that instruction, she had no sense of what to do.
He noticed her standing in the doorway and turned towards her. He frowned slightly but picked up the glasses off the bar and approached her slowly.
"Hi." He said softly as he handed her a glass.
"Hi." She replied, her voice equally soft, as her fingertips brushed against his hand. They had spent the entire day together, but somehow this felt like a new introduction of sorts. They each took a drink from their glass and lingered in the doorway. They locked eyes and the energy practically crackled between them. Ryan raised his hand and stroked one of her cheers with the back of his fingers. She closed her eyes and tilted her head against them. His fingers moved to her lips, brushing them gently, stilling them when his thumb rested at their center. His thumb made small movements against her lips as if he were trying to learn all their secrets.
She shook her head back and forth slightly so that her lips moved beneath his fingers, encouraging his exploration. In her whole life, she had never wanted to be kissed in the way she desired it now. Her weight was on the balls of her feet and she pressed herself forward slightly daring to hope for more contact with him.
A loud buzz broke their tension as Ryan turned to find its source. His briefcase had been brought up to the room before their arrival and his tablet beeped and buzzed incessantly inside. He took it out, looked at the string of messages on the screen, and turned back to Catrine.
"I need to go downstairs." He said, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. She nodded her head and turned to walk out into the hall behind him. Understanding her intention, he interrupted her. "Oh...no Catrine. Stay here. I need this to be a business meeting, without distractions." He said the last word as if it left an odd taste in his mouth. "There is still a lot about my company's proposal that needs to be discussed."
She nodded her head again as if she didn't trust herself to speak to him. Her feelings were conflicted. It had been a long day and she was relieved that he wasn't calling on her to endure more time in public. But she was suddenly anxious about not being by his side. Her pulse quickened and she fidgeted slightly as she stood.
He stood again beside her and sensed her apprehension. "Hey," he said, gently cupping her chin in his fingers and tilting her head upwards to look at him. "You must be so tired. I'll make sure you get some dinner. You can take a shower. I bet that TV over there has like a million channels..." She smiled a bit at the normalcy of what he proposed. "I'll come back in just a little while, okay?"
She nodded once more and he leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on her lips and continued, "Rest, Little One." Then he turned and closed the door behind him as he walked away.
She stood another moment in the entryway feeling dazed. Hoping to clear her mind, she turned around and wandered thoughtfully into the bedroom. She opened the dresser and found the set of essentials that had been sent for her use. She pulled out a small bag of toiletries and a long silver blue lace nightgown and carried them into the enormous bathroom. She relaxed under the hot water of the shower and took her time, enjoying the sheer luxury of it. When she was finished, she returned to the main room of the suite and discovered a dinner tray had been left for her on the dining table.
She sat quietly and ate eagerly. When she was finished, she walked over to the bar and fingered a beautifully hand carved wooden box filled with loose tea. She opened the box and the fragrance wafted to her nose. She hesitated for a moment since she hadn't been given explicit permission to use any. But, she took a deep breath and turned on the small electric teapot trusting the spirit of her Master's words. When it was ready, she inhaled the aroma of it deeply, cherishing it like a small gift, and carried it over to the sofa in the main living room.
Seated there, feeling clean, her stomach full, the warm cup in her hand, she yawned loudly. She finished the last sip and placed the cup on the coffee table beside her. She laid her head down on the soft cushions of the pillow and succumbed to the desire to sleep.
——
Over the course of an obscenely luxurious meal with more courses than he could count, Ryan Pierce pushed forward the dialogue regarding his company's stake in the development of the southern territories. He felt prepared for the line of questioning by the Six Kings. He was relieved to have their full attention and felt reasonably confident that he could address their lingering concerns as the meeting progressed over the next three days.
Their meal complete, Sir Dutton suggested they retire to the study for a cigar and a brandy. Ryan obliged, though he had been hoping that with dinner adjourned, he could return upstairs to Catrine. Her expression as he had left the suite lingered with him. It mingled in his mind with the \\memories of the day. His mind burst with short flashes of her; sleeping against him in the car, kneeling majestically beside him, pressed tightly against his chest as he fucked her deeply. Whoa. He felt like his heart skipped two beats as he considered their intimate act from the afternoon.
She wasn't anything like he had expected. But, then again, had he really known what to expect? There was a quiet dignity about her and an authenticity in her actions that was so surprising. She had been subjected to so many indignities over the course of the day, despite his meager attempts at making her comfortable, and still this evening she stood stoically beside him awaiting his next instruction. He was awed by her resilience. He hoped at least that the dinner he requested had already arrived and that she was resting comfortably now. It was the least she deserved.
His thoughts were interrupted as the group made their way to the entrance of the study. He paused to accept a drink from the waiter at the entrance and then stopped in his tracks. Sir Dutton's slave, tall and lean with long blonde hair and enormous breasts, was naked and tied down across a large table at the center of the room. Next to Ryan, Sir Arick exclaimed, "Oh! Excellent Dutton! A bit of entertainment!" He walked directly over to the girl and spilled a bit of his brandy across her stomach, leaning down over her to lick it leudly off her skin. The rest of the Kings descended on her like a pack of vampires.
Ryan turned on his heel, placed his glass on a table near the door, and quickly walked out of the room.
——-
He stopped for a moment in the hall just on the other side of the study doors. Holy shit. He was in over his head with these people. Then, a panic suddenly bloomed in his chest and he began walking purposefully back down the hall to the residence floor elevators.
Oh God. He thought to himself. He had brought her here. Into this lion's den. He was suddenly, powerfully, overwhelmed by a desire to keep Catrine safe. He practically ran the length of hall that lead back to his room, bursting inside with more force than he anticipated. He half expected her to have vanished, snatched away by some King with dark fantasies. The suite was dark and the bed was empty. The panic that had been bubbling inside of him threatened to burst from his chest as he turned frantically in the living room.
Then he spotted her. She was curled up in a deep corner of the couch, sound asleep. He stood there and watched her for a moment, transfixed by her simple beauty. Resting there quietly, she was such a contrast to the excesses of food and finery that had bombarded him downstairs.
He left her to sleep a bit longer. He retreated to the bathroom and took a quick shower to settle his frayed nerves. He readied himself for bed and then sent a quick message to his boss with a concise synopsis of his first day.
Then, he picked her up gently and wrapped her in his arms for the second time that day, carrying her into the bedroom. She stirred a bit but did not awaken as he pulled back the thick duvet cover and slid them both into the softness of the sheets. She moved then, jostled half-awake by the coolness of the sheets and the warmth of his body next to hers. To his surprise, rather than turning away, she reached towards him and then curled herself again tightly against his side. Her head nestled in the crook of his arm and her forearm draped across his bare stomach. His breath hitched at the intimacy of her touch and the strength of his feelings of desire for her.
He laid still for a long time, staring out at the sweeping city lights beyond the windows of their strange hideaway, wanting to touch her but not wanting to disturb her. After some time, he finally closed his eyes and drifted off into a fitful sleep. | literotica |
Title: Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 03
Tags: submissive, cheerleader, stockings, 18-year-old, schoolgirl, teacher, group sex, seduction, mistress, anal
*Note 1: All characters are at least 18 years old.*
*Note 2: Although I recommend you read parts 1 and 2 first, here is a summary of this series so far...*
*Note 3: A massive edit and rewrite occurred in April 2018 with Tex Beethoven and Wayne.*
*Part 1-Megan, a dominant but caring lesbian, seduces her cute and innocent babysitter Jenny.*
*Part 2-Megan takes her new submissive lesbian for a makeover and then shopping where she arranges for a fantasy to come true with a cheerleader that Jenny has dreamed about forever before escorting her pet to an upscale lesbians-only club for an adventurous evening.*
**Bedding the Babysitter: A Cheerleader's Recruit**
*What a weekend! Jenny had become a perfect little submissive! Seeing her glow brighter and brighter as she came to grips with who she really is was very rewarding. Many people have been asking, dying to know what happened after that first glorious weekend. Well, the best way to tell you about the next stage of her journey is to let my young babysitter slave tell you about it herself. So if you want to know about Jenny's journey to popularity, her submission at the hands of the head cheerleader Karen, her seduction of a teacher and how she fell in love, please read on.*
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My name is Jenny. Mistress Megan has asked, well demanded actually, but that's ok, I like her telling me what to do, so she's demanded (in a nice way) that I tell you about my past week's occurrences, and of course I will obey. If you have read the first two parts of my Mistress' *Bedding the Babysitter* series (which I highly recommend reading if you have not) you already know how I came to be a (happy) submissive slave. If not, and you're silly enough not to go do that right now, let's just say before that eventful and life-altering weekend I was a closet lesbian who had no real experience to know for sure whether I was an actual lesbian or not.
But after just one weekend with my beautiful Mistress, I had a new job, I had my fantasy of being with Karen the head cheerleader come true, and I'd been to a lesbian club. There, with my Mistress' help and guidance, I had begun to really experiment with my sexuality and my obedience. (And to learn what *really good* orgasms feel like.)
The following story is the first week of the rest of my life, during which I had another adventure with my mistress, I attempted to seduce a teacher, I became an obedient cheerleaders' servant and, oddly enough, became a cheerleader myself...oh yes, and I fell passionately in love.
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**SUNDAY FEBRUARY 2****<sup>ND</sup>****: A Reflection and Babysitting Again**
As any calendar will tell you, next week actually began on Sunday. It was in the afternoon, the day after my brief submission to Karen at her workplace. I was exhausted from my long evening at the Le Chateau Club, a special club that caters to lesbian women, followed by a long night spent pleasing the governor of our state. I won't get into the details of that long night, as Mistress Megan has instructed me to focus on my cheerleader submission. Let's just say that our governor is one very demanding and kinky lady. And she's really hot, but even if most people don't know about the kinky part, *everyone* knows she's hot, don't you?
I got a call around 2:30 from Karen Pepper and here, as best as I can recall, is the conversation:
"Hello, is Jenny there?" a girl's voice asked.
"Speaking," I responded, unaware it was Karen.
"This is Karen," she informed me.
"Oh!" I said, slightly surprised and instantly out of my comfort zone. It was one thing to submit to her in front of Mistress Megan, as I was only obeying my Mistress and I always feel safe when I'm with her, but it's completely another thing to have to speak for myself. Instantly I reverted to the shy closet lesbian I had always been, the wallflower no one knew or noticed, insecure and unsure of myself. Now don't get me wrong; I had friends, but they were both (all right, I didn't say I had *lots* of friends) just shy geeks like I was. We lived in our little pond and cheerleaders lived in their much larger one. In reality they were royalty, we were the peasants.
"Just oh? Is that any way to greet someone who is going to make you popular?" Karen asked, slightly annoyed with me.
"Popular?" I repeated, in a haze.
"Yes, popular. You." she said, "I put a lot of thought into this last night as I reflected on how great it was to have you between my legs yesterday. So I came up with a great plan."
"You did?" I asked, unable to put a full, complete and intelligent sentence together. After all, this was Karen, the Head Cheerleader! *You* try and act intelligent around such a hot and popular girl!
"Yes, I've decided to make you a PomPom."
This shocked me. The PomPoms were always freshman or second year cheerleader wannabes who were pretty much servants for the actual cheerleaders. They carried the royalty's trays for them at lunch, did their homework for them, and so forth. No senior had ever been a PomPom. It would be too humiliating. A long pause followed as I reflected on this revelation.
Karen broke the silence by asking, "You don't want to be a PomPom?"
I collected myself so I wouldn't embarrass both of us by blurting out, "Hell no," before managing to actually respond with a stutter, "I-I-I thought only f-f-freshmen were PomPoms?"
Karen responded, "Well, that's *usually* the case, plus the odd second-year. But as Head Cheerleader, I really can do whatever I want and..." she paused, her tone changing ever so slightly to sound a bit more self-important, "...*I* want you to be a PomPom."
"But what will other people think?" I asked, worried for the first time in my life about my reputation.
"Well, the other PomPoms will be furious and will do whatever they can to crush you. My fellow cheerleaders will be slightly confused but they won't question me because they wouldn't dare, and the rest of the school will finally know you exist," she analyzed logically, before adding, "Although I imagine the gossip about you will range from mean to curious to sarcastic to who knows what else."
Again, I had nothing to say. I was unsure what Karen had in store for me. "I don't want the whole school to know I'm a..." I started.
"Lesbian?" she asked and then added, "Dyke?"
"Yes," I whispered, ashamed.
"Well, that secret can remain a secret for the most part. I won't announce it to the school if that's what you mean. But I *will* expect you to be a 'good little girl' whenever you're asked."
"What do you mean?" I asked, just beginning to understand the full reality of yesterday's submission. I had after all asked Mistress Megan to make me Karen's slave. "Be careful what you wish for."
"Well, I plan to use you over and over and over and over again, and my two co-captains will also be allowed to use your good little girl services sometimes too, understood?"
My face went white with fear as I realized what her plans were; although my pussy also went wet with excitement at the same time. Now, while Karen was a redhead with green eyes, large breasts and rather compact at 5'2", Ashley Swanson and Sabrina McCafferty were her perfect counterparts.
Sabrina was strangely chunky for a cheerleader, I thought, with breasts way too big for any human girl at all; she was about 5'4' and had a surprising amount of confidence in herself for a girl who wasn't particularly attractive. On the other hand, Ashley Swanson was almost 6 feet tall, a brunette, with long, long legs reaching all the way to the ground, brown eyes and very small breasts. She was pretty, but in a conservative way if that makes any sense.
I attempted to answer 'yes I understand,' but nothing came out of my mouth. Karen, clearly getting tired of waiting, said, "Jenny, I know you want this, so don't pretend you don't. I have one question to ask you; if you say yes, then I will expect you to do as you're told from henceforward. If you say no, then I'll understand and will not bother you ever again, not even tell anyone about yesterday's fun romp. Ready for the question?"
Feeling I was on a quiz show with everyone watching and hoping I got the answer wrong, anxiety filled me as I realized I didn't want to displease her. I responded nervously, "Yes, I am."
"Good girl," she said like a mother would say to her little daughter if she did as she was told. She paused, leaving me hanging (I think on purpose) over what seemed like an eternity, "Do you ever want to taste my pussy again?"
My spine had a chill go down it and my pussy got a little wetter just from the question. My answer was obvious: of *course* I wanted to taste her again! She was my fantasy girl! Yet, at what cost? If I said yes, everything in my life would change: the whole school would know who I was and keeping my secret a secret would get a lot harder. That said, if I said no, I would never be allowed to please Karen again and I would remain the unpopular nobody I currently was. As my hand decided all on its own to influence my decision by rubbing my clit, I answered, "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Karen asked leadingly.
Knowing that what she wanted was my formal submission, I said, "Yes, I want to eat your pussy again."
"You will obey?"
"Yes, Mistress Karen, I will obey," I responded like a good little slave. I then pleaded, "But please don't humiliate me in public."
"Mistress Karen, I like that. If you're a good lesbian pussy slave, I will make sure you're protected, my precious," Karen reassured.
"Thank you, Mistress Karen," I said sincerely.
"I will pick you up at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. I will have your PomPom outfit ready for you," she informed me.
"Understood, Mistress Karen," I answered obediently.
"You're getting my pussy wet," she said surprisingly. She then continued, "Be sure to wear those sexy stockings you were wearing on Saturday."
"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said, but asked, "Won't they be totally visible below the PomPom skirt?"
"Yes, of course they will," Karen responded casually.
"Oh," I said, slightly worried.
"Do you have a problem with that?" Karen asked.
"No, Mistress Karen," I responded, "It's just... I don't want the whole school to think I'm a tramp."
Karen let out a soft laugh, getting more excited by her developing plans as she went, "I'll have all the other PomPom girls and even the cheerleaders wearing the same thing. *I'll* wear the same thing too! That way you won't stand out. Plus, when you and your other Mistress wore them yesterday I found them to be a turn on. So the entire cheerleader squad will be wearing them and we'll start a new fashion revolution. Out with the old boring knee-high socks and in with the sexy thigh highs. You should feel special my pet, you're about to start a fashion craze."
"I am?" I asked, confused.
"Yes," she answered, "When others see the cheerleaders and me, the queen of the school, wearing thigh highs, they'll copy us. You just watch!"
"OK," I said demurely, believing her, "I will be ready and dressed as you requested, Mistress Karen."
"Fuck, I *love* being called that," Karen said, giving a soft moan.
I asked daringly, "Mistress Karen, are you masturbating because of me?"
"Yes," she moaned, "Tell me a story, my hot little lez, get me off."
"I can do that!" I said, really liking the idea of getting my dream girl off. I considered briefly before beginning, "So you are at school, Mistress Karen, and your pussy is all fired up. You text me while I am in class, demanding I go to the bathroom. I ask to be excused from my class and quickly head towards the bathroom. I knock on the door and you say 'get in here, slut'. I walk in and close the door, being sure to lock it. You then demand, 'Eat my pussy, my lez whore' and I get on my knees and dive into your pussy. You call me all sorts of dirty names as I get you off like a good slave should."
"Aaaaaaaaaah," Karen screamed into the phone as she had an orgasm from my dirty little story. Inside I felt a great joy and a spreading of warmth in my pussy as I knew I had pleased my mistress.
"Did I make you cum, Mistress Karen?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes, my pet," she panted into the phone, still breathing heavily.
"Thank you, Mistress Karen, for allowing me to help you cum. It is an honour to be responsible for your pleasure," I said sincerely, my hand still rubbing my own clit softly, but now I was more aware of it. "Mistress Karen?" I asked.
"Yes, my slave," she asked, almost recovered from her orgasm.
"May I have your permission to cum?" I requested. "My other Mistress says I can't cum without permission anymore."
"Yes, my little tramp, cum for your Mistress, and do it now," she demanded.
I quickly rubbed my clit, faster and faster as I fantasized about all the things Karen might make me do. It took less than a minute and I moaned, "I'm cumming!" and let out an orgasmic moan.
Karen asked, "Did you cum, my dyke?"
"Yes Mistress Karen, thank you for letting your lezzie slut have an orgasm," I responded blissfully.
"That wasn't much of a scream, a good lesbian should scream so the whole world knows she's having an orgasm."
"Sorry, Mistress Karen, but my mother is downstairs and I would hate for her to hear me in such a compromising position. She thinks I am her innocent, sweet, pure daughter and not a lesbian cunt slave," I explained.
"Fair enough," Karen said, "But when you cum for me when we're alone, I expect the walls to shake."
"Of course, Mistress Karen," I agreed, "I will do whatever you ask of me."
"You're such a good little lez. What about Megan?" she asked.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Is she still your Mistress as well?" she asked,
"Yes Mistress Karen, Mistress Megan wants me to consider her my Head Mistress and if I understand her completely, she is your Mistress as well," I explained.
"Oh," she said thoughtfully, "Do you think Megan would take me as a slave?"
"Oh yes," I said, sure I was right.
"Well, when do you plan to see Mistress Megan next?"
"She texted me this morning, asking me to come over at five to babysit. I don't know if she really means babysit or something else," I said, unsure of Mistress Megan's purpose and how to answer Mistress Karen's questioning correctly.
"I see," Karen said, "Please tell Mistress Megan I would love to see her again."
"Yes Mistress Karen," I said, "I am sure she will be glad to hear it."
"What is your cell number?" she asked. I gave to her and she gave me her own digits back. I put them in my cell phone under my favourite five.
"I will see you at eight tomorrow morning, my slut," Karen confirmed once again. I was surprised and flattered she didn't have to ask where I lived.
"Yes Mistress Karen, I will be ready," I responded.
"Goodbye Jenny," she said, using my name for the first time ever.
"Goodbye Mistress Karen," I responded, and she hung up the phone. I did the same and reflected about our conversation. Karen was submissive to Megan but dominant to me, which I thought was strange. I went to my desk and did some Calculus homework for a while and then began to write my Pride and Prejudice essay that was due in a couple of weeks.
At ten to five I put on white thigh high stockings, a red sweatshirt, and a long skirt, as mother was home and would think it odd for me to leave on a Sunday in my school outfit. I arrived at Megan's and saw her dressed casually in jeans, a blouse and open toe heels that showed she had tan stockings on underneath. She gave me a hug and said, "You didn't know whether this was actual babysitting, did you?"
"No," I said slightly disappointed.
"Sorry to disappoint. I'm going out for supper with a couple of friends and then to a movie. I should be home around 9:30 or so."
"OK," I said, trying to be my usual bubbly self, although inside I was devastated. Trying to get her interest back, I said, "Karen called me, she asked me if I wanted her to be my Mistress and I said yes. I hope that was ok."
"Yes, that's what we established on Saturday, so it's fine. She probably just wanted to formalize it by getting you to say so."
"Yes, it did sound like that, Mistress. She also said she was hoping to be able to see you again."
"Oh," Megan said, "Well that can be arranged. Do you have her number?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, grabbing my cell phone. I handed it to her and she hit dial.
"Hi Karen," Megan said, "It's Megan." There was a pause before she continued, "Yes, it's good to hear your voice again too. So Jenny here says you're interested in seeing me again." After a brief pause she said, "Good, well, I'm free on Tuesday evening, are you? Good. Now you must understand if you come over, you are mine for the night." After a brief pause, Megan gave me a wink as she said, "And I expect you to treat my little Jenny well. Learn to be a good Mistress to her. In return she will be a perfect slave." Megan laughed at something Karen said and she then added, "Yes, she is *very* obedient. I will see you on Tuesday at seven PM, do not be late."
Megan handed me back the phone and asked, "Are you free on Tuesday?"
"Oh yes, Mistress Megan!" I said a little too eagerly.
"Great! I am going to train Karen how to be a good Mistress to you," Megan explained.
"Thank you, Mistress Megan," I responded gratefully.
Megan came up to me and kissed my lips gently. She then broke the kiss and said, "I will always look after you, my sweet." She began to leave and then said, "Max is in the basement watching Toy Story 3 for the hundredth time in a row. Be sure to put him to bed at eight o'clock. After he goes to sleep, there is a reward for you in the envelope on the kitchen table."
I looked over to see a vanilla-coloured envelope on the table. She smiled and said sternly, "Do *not* open it until Max is asleep."
Max ran up the steps at that moment and so I responded with, "Yes, Ms. Cameron."
Max gave his mother a big hug goodbye and then ran to me and said, "Jen, play hide and seek with me."
I bent down and said, "Of course, Max."
Max announced, "I get to hide first!"
I smiled and started counting, "1-2..." Max immediately ran away to hide.
Megan smiled and said, "Jenny, you really are the perfect all-around babysitter."
"I aim to please," I said, awkwardly seductive.
"That you do, my precious," Megan said as she headed out her front door.
I spent the next couple of hours playing with Max, who is a funny, funny boy. We watched Toy Story again, played games, had a snack, cleaned up his snack mess and I read him three books. He eventually fell asleep, way later than he was supposed to, while I eagerly anticipated whatever was in the envelope. As soon as I was sure he was asleep, I hurried to the envelope and opened it.
It was a letter. It said, "Dear Jenny. Go to my computer and log in as DrMeg, password JennyBoss1. When you do, go to my files, find the bin called 'my stories' and click on Bedding the Babysitter. Read it."
I followed Mistress Megan's instructions and, after a few minutes, I was face to face with my own story! I went ruby red I imagine, as I realized she had documented my entire submission. I read the story, learning exactly how I was seduced, and all the thought my Mistress had put into planning it. I was in awe! I then relived my first time with her from the printed screen and began to rub myself. I took my time, just teasing myself. As I read about Saturday, a flood of memories washed over me. Each detail made me smile, made me cringe, made me want to relive it again and again. I finished the story and was surprised to learn that Mistress Megan had lined up to please Big Rosie.
I was still rubbing myself when Megan walked into her room. I was so immersed in her story that I hadn't heard her come home. She said, "I see you're enjoying your story."
"Very much so," I said.
"Guess what?" she asked as she pulled me up from the chair and into a hug looking into my eyes.
I looked back into her eyes and asked, "What, Mistress?"
"That story you read?" she began teasingly.
"Yes, Mistress Megan?" I queried.
She kissed me and then began, "I plan..."
Another kiss as she teased, "...to... "Her mouth moved to my right ear as she whispered, "...submit this story..." she continued as she moved to my other ear and finished the sentence, her hot breath on my ear, "...to Literotica!"
Her lips went to my neck as I gasped, "Oh my!"
"I think very soon..." she whispered, her hand sliding to my pussy, "...that the whole world will know your story." I moaned as she rubbed my clit. "Pervs, dykes, and young eighteen-year-old girls like yourself."
"Whatever you wish, Mistress Megan," I breathed heavily.
"Good," she said, "I plan to send it to my online friend Jasmine who will take the story and change our last names and make it all erotic and so forth. Have you read any of her stories on Literotica? She goes under the name silkstockingslover."
I recognized the name as I continued to moan, "The name does sound familiar. Yes, I know! She's the one with the nice legs."
Megan then abruptly quit touching my pussy and moved to the bed. "Yes, she is. You can read some of her stories tonight when you get home. She's one crazy bitch. She's not very politically correct, but she really knows how to write a hot story!"
I stood there, unsure what to do. I finally asked, "Can I please cum, Mistress Megan?"
"No," was all she said.
I waited for her to say more, but she just stared at me with an unreadable expression on her face. It then turned into a slight smirk. This frustrated me greatly until I finally asked, "Why not, Mistress Megan?"
"All good things come to those who wait," she said philosophically. Seeing my confused, frustrated and annoyed expression she added, "I'm assigning you an exercise in self-control: you aren't allowed to cum until Tuesday. If Karen tries to get you to have an orgasm, you must tell her it's forbidden." She paused for thought and then said, "Matter of fact, give me your phone again."
I handed it to her.
She hit the speed-dial and after a few seconds said, "Hi Karen, it's Mistress Megan again." After a couple of seconds she continued, "I have plans for you so I've decided to rush this ahead. From this moment forward I am your Mistress and you are my slave. Is that something you want and do you agree to it?"
Mistress Karen was going to be Mistress Megan's slave too? My mouth dropped open. It had been doing that a lot recently.
After another pause Mistress Megan continued. "Excellent, that's settled, then. Welcome aboard, Slut Karen." Another pause, then, "You're most welcome. Now here is my first requirement of you and the main reason I called: Neither you nor Jenny are permitted to have an orgasm until I see the two of you together Tuesday evening, is that understood?" A second later she said, "that would be okay if you think you can handle it, but if you yourself cum even a little, you will be punished. Goodbye slut," and handed me back the phone. She then finished, "Don't worry, my sweet, I won't touch myself until then either. We can all be horny together on Tuesday." She walked over to kiss me sweetly one last time and said, "You'd better get going home. You have school tomorrow."
"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, and feeling disappointed and depressed because I was horny already, I left and returned home.
I didn't look up the stories Mistress had mentioned for fear of them getting me even hornier. Instead I did my homework, struggling to start that stupid Pride and Prejudice essay for English class. Unlike the movie, the book didn't have any zombies in it and I wondered why Ms. Austen had left them out. I didn't get too far on the essay before deciding just to go to bed. It took forever to nod off as I often masturbate myself to sleep and I kept wondering what Karen had in store for me tomorrow. I considered so many possibilities and I fantasized about so many more. Yet what did happen the next few days was so much sexier, so much dirtier and so much crazier than I could've even begun to imagine.
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**MONDAY FEBRUARY 3****<sup>RD</sup>****: Getting Noticed**
The day began early as I spent way more time than I usually do getting ready. I wanted to look presentable for Karen. I put on beige thigh highs, and with my short skirt anyone could see exactly what style of nylons I was wearing. I was surprised that my legs looked pretty sexy all sticking out like that, the first of many surprises that week, when Karen appeared in my doorway a few minutes before eight. She was wearing her usual cheerleading outfit, cheerleaders being the only girls who were allowed not to wear the school uniform, along with dark beige thigh highs with the lace tops in clear view. The red and white school colours were brought more to life contrasting like that with the dark beige stockings. She came in and without any sort of greeting said, "Take off the skirt and top, I have your new outfit." She handed me a bag.
I opened the bag and saw the cheerleading red skirt and the usual tight white t-shirt with short red sleeves, and the word 'Trainee' on the back. I started for the bathroom to change when Karen demanded, "No put it on right here."
"OK," I said and quickly switched skirts. I then took off my blouse and put on the new t-shirt, which was very tight and showcased every curve of my breasts, just like the skirt was doing to my hips and butt. I looked in the mirror and my mouth dropped open. "I can't wear *this* to school!" I gasped.
Karen said dismissively, "You look good, hot actually. Especially those legs." She then said, "But let's make this even hotter by putting your hair in pigtails. Enhance the innocent look even while everyone's admiring your hot little body."
"Pigtails?" I asked.
"Yep," she said, and in a flash my hair was in pigtails held by little red-and-white scrunchies. As she finished my make-over she breathed into my ear, "You're going to be one hot little lez trainee for me, aren't you?"
A light moan escaped my lips as I responded quietly, "Yes Mistress Karen."
Karen then grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen where my mom saw my new look. She gave a long, puzzled look before she asked, "Sweetie, what are you wearing?"
Mistress Karen turned on the charm and explained, "Hi Mrs. Wyatt, I'm Karen; Jenny has decided to try out for the cheerleading squad and this is her trainee uniform."
"She has?" my mother questioned with a completely mystified look on her face. "My daughter wants to be a cheerleader?"
"Yes I do, Mom," I confirmed, "Isn't that ok?"
My Mom quickly recovered from this extreme fashion and social change in her daughter and she reassured me, "Oh no, no honey, it's fine. It's just a bit of a surprise."
Karen slyly added, "Oh, Jenny is full of surprises recently, aren't you, Jenny?"
My face went red as I feared that Karen might reveal my new submissive lifestyle to my prudish mother. Luckily Karen said only, "Nice meeting you Mrs. Wyatt, but if we don't leave now we'll be late for school."
Karen grabbed my hand and led me out the door as my Mom called out, "Have a great day, honey!"
As we reached the car, Karen confided, "Your Mom is pretty hot."
I blushed, never really thinking of her in any way other than just my mother. "You think so?"
"Yes,' Karen confirmed, "and you look just like her."
A chill went up my spine as I realized she had just given me a compliment on the sly. I got in Karen's car and sat there silently as she put the car in Drive. I waited patiently for her to speak, but she stayed silent as she drove. Oddly, I felt a tingle between my legs and the beginnings of dampness forming. I silently cursed to myself.
Karen finally broke the silence as she asked a bit pretentiously, "So my slave, are you ready for your ascent to popularity?"
I looked at her, stared actually, at her pure beauty, and answered her question with an immense amount of trepidation, "Yes, Mistress Karen."
"You don't sound too convincing, my little pussy pleaser," Karen observed with concern.
"Well, I really don't know what to expect," I began, "Last week, my life made sense. I went to school, sat with my couple of friends and lived a simple wallflower life."
"Did you like that life?"
"I don't know. It was ok, I guess. It was the life I knew. It was who I was. I accepted long ago I wouldn't ever be popular and would just live my high school life as a ghost. Seeing everything going on around me, but never being allowed to participate." I was surprised how much I'd just opened up to her, allowing my deepest insecurities to spill out like water when a dam bursts.
Karen gave me a sympathetic smile and said, "You know, being popular isn't all people think it is. It turns you into someone you aren't. For example, everyone looks up to me to lead, and somehow my persona has turned into one that's strong on bitchy and arrogant. But..."
I looked at her; she had a tear in her eye, "It's ok," I said, my hand setting down on her leg as we stopped at a red light.
She grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze, and shared, "People only see what they want to see, and I think that's true for both of us, just in different ways."
I laughed and felt a really warm feeling for her as I agreed, "Isn't that the truth."
As the light went green, she let go of my hand and said with a smirk, "Okay, we're both human, even me. Don't think that means I won't use you as my little submissive."
"Not for a minute, Mistress Karen," I replied, but with a warm, supportive smile that was far from submissive.
Karen smiled, "I just want you between my legs, but we can't do that right now," she said, frustrated, knowing we weren't allowed to cum.
"I would love nothing more," I flirted back, with a slight tone of frustration of my own. I didn't even know I *knew* how to flirt.
Karen smiled as we pulled up to the school and into the grade twelve parking lot, "Well," she began, "Are you ready for who knows what?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said unsure where this would lead, but excited to begin my new life and obey my new mistress.
"OK," Karen said, "Let's go, my little dyke." She then opened the door and strode out, and I, after letting out one last sigh of trepidation, did the same.
Karen came around to my side of the car and offhandedly handed me her books, and I took them before meekly following her away, walking three feet behind her as all PomPoms did. I felt humiliation burning inside me as I got a plethora of odd looks from the other grade twelves also leaving the parking lot. I looked down, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, as I heard the odd rumbling of speculation and probably rumours beginning.
Mike, a basketball player, asked Karen, "Who's the new 'cruit?"
Karen smiled up at the tall athlete, "Don't you recognize her? This is Jenny Wyatt. She's in our English class."
As Mike looked me up and down like a piece of meat, I looked way up at his face, trying to show confidence in my new look, and gave him a smile. "A grade twelve recruit, nice," he said.
Karen said with an innuendo hopefully only I understood, "Yes, Jenny is a real eager beaver." I'm sure my cheeks went a fire-engine red! Finally after chatting with Mike for another minute Karen said, "Let's go, PomPom." As we resumed walking, she looked back and must have seen my embarrassment, so she turned back to me and whispered, "Jenny, keep your head up and look proud; you're a PomPom now! *Everybody* wants to be a cheerleader! Today you've become the envy of most girls here, and what's more you'll be the focus of many boys' late night all-alone stroke sessions."
I looked blankly at her, confused, "Stroke sessions?"
"You really *are* that innocent, aren't you," she teased with a chuckle, "Stroke sessions, you know: whacking off, beating the stick, cranking the love pump, fist fucking."
Finally the light bulb went *click* and I said, shocked, "Boys will be masturbating about me?"
"Girls too, I imagine," she informed me and began walking again as if she hadn't just dumped a landslide on my head!
I followed behind her, working on getting the hang of walking proud. It was then I saw Sally, my best friend at school, although not someone I did much with outside of school. She had a perplexed look on her face as she saw me. I gave her an 'I know this is weird' look and then said, "Hi Sally," without daring to stop.
We entered the school building and I followed Karen to her locker. I continued to carry her books as she met Sabrina, who was wearing thigh highs as Karen had told me she would, and gave her a hug. Sabrina gave me a look, not overly impressed, and then asked, "So this is your new recruit?"
Karen smiled, but used a 'don't mess with me' tone when she answered, "Yes, this is Jenny; she's our newest PomPom."
I'd known Sabrina since the fifth grade and always thought she was intimidating and sometimes even a bit of a bully. So it didn't help when she shrugged indifferently like she did for almost everything and asked, "So why the thigh highs?"
Karen said, "It was time for a change. Plus, they're sexier than knee-high socks, don't you think?" Karen then did a diva pose which almost showed her panties and made my cunt seep a little, and a few boys stopped to stare. She then asked Sabrina, "So what do you think?"
"Well they *are* hotter and sluttier," Sabrina admitted. "Don't you think Principal Dictator will make us change?"
"No, he loves checking us out," Karen answered breezily.
"Ho!"
"Slut!"
Their 'riveting' banter was boring me but I pretended to care. The warning bell about class starting in five minutes then rang, and I walked Karen to her Biology class before rushing to my Chemistry class. I got a lot of odd looks, but I just sat down in my regular seat as if nothing was different.
The rest of the morning was a blur of the surreal. Teachers were giving me curious looks, girls giving me jealous glares and boys giving me horny stares. All this attention felt really strange after a lifetime of being some nobody that lurked on the fringes of the school hierarchy.
I liked it---it was exhilarating.
I hated it---it was awkward.
I loved it---it was addictive.
All these conflicting feelings overwhelmed me. It was great to be noticed, yet I soon began resenting being seen just as an object. In History class I noticed Wilson, who was a poster boy for nerds, gawking at my legs. I don't know why I did it, but I looked at him and winked seductively. He blushed and quickly looked away. I felt a perverse joy both from embarrassing him and from being stared at. Okay, I felt *two* ways about getting objectified.
Lunchtime finally arrived, so quickly and eagerly like a puppy looking for her mistress, I went to find Karen. She was chatting at her locker with Ashley, who towered over me. Unlike Sabrina who'd looked down on me, not quite sneering, Ashley looked down on me only because she was tall, but she couldn't help that and was very nice to me. She greeted, "Hi Jenny, welcome to cheerleading; you're in my History class, right?"
I smiled, happy she knew who I was, and responded, "Yes, Ashley."
"What's your essay topic?" she asked.
"The rights of women in third-world countries," I replied.
"Are you a feminist?" she asked.
Karen laughed and said, 'Trust me: Jenny is not a feminist, although she does have an appetite for women." I went red I'm sure, as Ashley gave her a confused look. Karen handed me her lunch to carry and we went into the cafeteria. I looked over at my usual outsider table and waved to Sally and my other friend Eleanor. They gave me awkward waves back as they tried to figure out why on earth I'd become a PomPom.
During lunch at the table reserved for the cheerleaders and their lackies, I was asked to fetch dessert for the three captains, then got lambasted by Sabrina when there was no strawberry jello so I got her cherry instead. She said, "PomPom, how useless are you? I asked for strawberry; does this look like strawberry?"
"I know," I responded explaining, "They were out of strawberry so I got you cherry."
She looked at Karen, greatly perturbed, and asked, "Really? Why her?"
Karen didn't defend me exactly, she just responded vaguely, "Oh, Jenny has some very special talents, trust me." I blushed; worried that she might describe or even make me show them my special talents. I knew it would have to happen sometime, these three were the head cheerleaders! But she didn't.
The table of cheerleaders was all talking about the upcoming Valentine's Dance: what they were wearing and who was taking them. The conversations were hard to follow as it seemed all ten girls were talking at once, while myself and the other four PomPoms, all freshman by the way, just listened intently. When the warning bell rang, I walked Karen to her class and then I headed to Advanced Calculus class, which I suppose really did showcase why I was a geek. I love numbers and following logic to those *way out there* places.
I arrived in class and took my usual seat at a table between Sally and Eleanor. I'd been dreading this encounter all through lunch hour, trying to think of what I could say to the two of them. I couldn't bring myself to tell them I was a lesbian and that Karen was my mistress, and I'd never once in my life given anyone the slightest hint I wanted to be a cheerleader, and of course no grade twelve just suddenly, partway through the school year, decides to become a cheerleader, and especially a lower class (what year you're in) PomPom. So I had to come up with a lie and I thought of one. I sat down and greeted, "Hi girls."
They both said hi back, and both seemed too nervous to ask the question about the elephant in the classroom. So I began by asking, "I guess you're probably wondering how I got to be a PomPom?"
Sally, the sarcastic one, offered, "You must've lost a bet."
I gave her an insincere chuckle and said, "Funny! No, on Saturday I went shopping at the store where Karen Pepper works, and before I knew it she asked if I wanted to be a PomPom. I was so flattered I said yes and then on Sunday I panicked. What if she was setting me up to embarrass me? I decided not to do it, but then she showed up at my house this morning with the outfit and *ta-da* here I am. It doesn't seem to be a trick, either: as you saw, I sat at the cheerleader table today and some of them were even nice to me, especially Karen and Ashley."
They both looked at me as if I was an alien speaking in some intergalactical language. Finally Eleanor asked shyly, "So you want to be a cheerleader?"
Thinking of Karen's advice I responded, "Yes, I do."
"Oh," Eleanor said, almost speechless.
Sally added, not even sarcastically, "Well it does make you look s...," she paused for a long moment before rewording and finishing with "prettier."
I think she'd wanted to say 'sexier', which made me wonder if she was a lesbian. But that thought quickly faded as Mr. Hermanson began class.
Once the class ended I surprised both Sally and myself by giving her a squeeze on the leg and saying, "Later, ladies." I then rushed out to find Karen and went with her to the one class I had with her, English.
On the walk there, Karen asked, "So, how has your day been, what with living in the spotlight and all?"
"Great," I responded, which was partly true and partly a lie. It was great as I was enjoying all the looks, mostly, but it wasn't *all* great as I balanced my newfound popularity against the fact that I was only popular because I was dressed differently, not because of who I was as a person.
"Good to hear," Karen said and then informed me, "By the way, the first rumour about you has already hit Gossip Alley."
"W-w-what? W-what are they saying?" I stuttered, fearing what she would tell me next.
"I hear that you slept with a couple of basketball players in return for the privilege of becoming a PomPom."
"No, that's terrible!" I bewailed, tears forming in my eyes.
Karen rubbed my back gently as she chided me sympathetically, "Oh Jenny, get used to it! How many rumours have you heard about me?"
I thought about that and realized I'd heard lots. From the one where she gave blow jobs to our quarterback Aiden Smith before every game, to her sleeping with the hot gym teacher Mr. Parker and his wife, to her spending all last summer in rehab for drug and alcohol abuse. "Lots," I admitted honestly.
"And trust me, almost none of them are true; we're the celebrities at the high school. And rumours are like the tabloids, they feed the masses stories, the juicier the better, regardless of whether they're true or not. People want to live vicariously through us."
I considered her explanation as I said, "But people will think I'm a slut."
"Well, you just so happen to be one and so am I; but if stories go around about it they won't have any evidence, so everyone will think it's just another stupid rumour. And at least people will know who you are," she said.
Right at that moment Troy Sparks, a 6'3" black basketball player, walked over to us and greeted, "Hi Karen, Hi Jenny."
I blushed; stunned that *the* Troy Sparks had any clue who I was. I didn't even hear the next part of the conversation, but suddenly they were both looking at me waiting for a response. "Sorry, what?" I asked like a confused idiot.
Troy asked me again, "Are you going to the Valentine's Dance?"
"Oh, no, I don't go to dances," I began, until I saw Karen nodding her head yes at me, so I quickly regrouped and said with a sly smile on my face, "but there's always a first time for everything."
Troy, all confident, informed me, "Great, so you'll be my date?"
A slight gasp escaped my lips as I realized that *he* was asking *me* to be his date at a major dance. I wanted to say no, but again Karen was nodding her head yes. So reluctantly, very reluctantly, I somehow conquered my shyness and told him, "Sounds great."
The warning bell rang and Troy said, "Great, I'll be in touch," and headed off to whatever class he had.
I stood there stunned as Karen grabbed my hand and teased, "Geez, you really *are* turning into a whore."
This brought me back to reality and we got to class just as the bell rang. Up till now all my teachers had noticed my new look, and they'd all given me a questioning glance or two, but none had said anything. But that changed as soon as I walked into Miss Morgan's English class. Miss Morgan gave me her usual bright smile, but this time she said, "Wow, Jenny you're a PomPom girl?"
"Yes ma'am," I responded politely.
"That's a real surprise," she said, then added, "But in a good way! And you look adorable in your new outfit!" I blushed and my pussy leaked just a smidge at getting such a compliment from a teacher I'd spent many late nights fantasizing about while I... you know. Miss Morgan is a brand new first-year teacher and easily one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. She has these hypnotic ocean-blue eyes, long straight blonde hair, large breasts that she doesn't hide but even pretty much shows off with those tight sweaters she usually wears, and she has long, luscious legs that she always shows off in pantyhose (although deep down I hoped they were secret stockings or thigh highs). Her smile always made me melt and her voice, so sweet and innocent, was the icing on an already perfect cupcake. I guess I've just made it pretty clear I have a crush on her, just like the one I've always had on Karen.
I managed to force out a mutter, "Thank you, Miss," and sat down in my front-row seat. I didn't know at first if it was a coincidence or not, but it seemed to me that Miss Morgan would often take glimpses at my legs. By the end of the class I was convinced I was right, as the looks came often enough that they could no longer be just coincidence. As she talked about Langston Hughes and how he was the voice of a minority, I zoned out and wondered if Miss Morgan was a lesbian. I had to close my legs tight so as to not get too excited and desperately attempted to pay attention to her lecture.
Just before the bell was to ring Miss Morgan gave us all a brief assignment; She explained, "We all belong to minorities in some way. Some of you come from a minority racial background, some of you have unique family situations, and some of you may feel insecure about something else unusual about you." She paused before finishing, "So your assignment, due tomorrow, is to write a poem, in the style of Langston Hughes, in other words simplistic in word usage but deep in message, about being in a minority. Get personal, get passionate, dig deep to see how you are a minority in this class, this school, this city, this country or this world."
Someone asked how long and she said, "This is poetry so the length is irrelevant, so whether it's long or short, just write until the message shines through. You are dismissed." She sat on top of a desk near the door and watched as we got ready to leave. She then requested, "Jenny, can you please stay for a minute?"
"Sure, Miss Morgan," I responded, both eager to hear what she had to say and scared of what she might discover.
As the class dispersed, she told me, "I'd like you to write about this whole PomPom situation."
"Excuse me?" I asked confused.
"Well, as of today you're a minority of one. I don't think any grade twelve has ever been a PomPom before, have they?"
"I don't think so," I responded.
"Well then, that's your assignment. I look forward to seeing what you come up with," she concluded before standing up and striding away to her desk.
"Thanks, Miss Morgan," I said politely and began to leave. As I reached the door I looked back and saw her watching me. So unlike the old me, I gave her a wink and a smile and a wave; she instantly put her head down, but I was now pretty convinced Miss Morgan was a lesbian or at least girl-curious. *Maybe she likes me!* I thought.
After I left, I was instantly face to face with Karen so I screeched to a stop as she said, "Miss Morgan was *so* into you."
I blushed and agreed, "She did seem to be checking me out."
"Checking you out? She wanted to have you for *supper*," Karen amplified.
"Well that may be overboard," I said.
"We may just have to get you to seduce her," Karen speculated as we headed for the gym. Other cheerleaders quickly joined us, so this conversation would have to wait. The next two hours were insane. I'd never put a second of thought into what cheerleaders do. I had never considered them athletes or skilled, but after doing a single practice with them, my whole respect for them skyrocketed.
My whole body ached fifteen minutes in, and that was just from the stretching. Miss Hopkins the cheerleading coach, was a slave-driver and a complete bitch. She was a perfectly fit, black woman, in her early thirties I would guess, who was pretty much Sue from Glee if you've ever watched it. She yelled, she criticized, and she humiliated all of us. Sweat was pouring off my whole body by the time the workout was done. The last hour was cheer after cheer and dance move after dance move with hardly a chance to catch your breath between each one. I learned I had no memory for the cheers, but I caught on to the dances pretty quickly. When practice ended, I was pleasantly surprised to receive what I guess passes as a compliment in Miss Hopkins' world as she told me, "Hey Jenny, you don't suck as much as I'd assumed you would."
"Um thanks," I responded, but she'd already begun walking away, so I found myself talking to her back, which didn't look very approving, so oh well. I showered and changed and was then asked by Sabrina to give her a neck massage, which she criticized the whole time. I wasn't massaging hard enough, but then I was massaging too hard. I couldn't ever get it just right for her and I wondered if she was just making stuff up so I'd feel bad. She finally got up and said to me in a condescending tone, "Thanks, I guess, but you'll never be a real cheerleader." She then walked away.
On the drive home Karen reassured me, "Sabrina will come around. She isn't one to accept change or any threat to her power. And she sees you as a threat."
"Threat? Me? Why?" I asked, stunned.
"Can't you see? You're a diamond in the rough, honey."
"What?"
"You're smart, cute, sexy, sweet, and the head cheerleader captain (me) has taken an obvious liking to you," she said, her right hand dropping to my leg. "In other words, she feels like you could replace her." She then paused as she moved her hand up my leg and under my skirt. "And she *should* be worried, because she's right: I hate that bitch."
I gave a soft moan as her finger touched my pussy over my underwear as she drove. As she reached my house she said, "So I think we'll test a theory tomorrow."
"What theory?" I asked.
"That Miss Morgan is a dyke," she blurted out, her finger tracing my pussy lips through my underwear.
"How so?" I moaned.
"Wear a pair of heels tomorrow and throughout her class, dangle your shoe. Even let it fall to the floor once in a while. Don't look at her to see what she does, but I will. Then afterwards I'll tell you about her reactions," she said as she formulated the plan, her finger still teasing my now extremely damp pussy.
I finally said, "Mistress, please stop before I cum."
"So?" she teased.
"Mistress Megan said we can't."
"She'll never know," she whispered, her finger putting pressure on my clit.
"But I can't ever lie to her," I whimpered, "and I never will."
"Suit yourself," Karen said and withdrew her hand from under my skirt. I was both disappointed and relieved as I got ready to leave the car, and then she asked, "What are you going to write your poem about?"
"Miss Morgan asked me to write it about how I became a PomPom girl," I said.
"Fuck off!" Karen said, shocked, it appeared in a good way.
"Seriously, but I have no idea what to write."
"But this is perfect!" Karen exulted.
"How so?" I asked.
"Write a poem where you come out to her," Karen said confidently.
"What?" I said horrified.
" If she's a dyke, this will be a perfect ploy."
"For what?" I asked freaking out inside.
"Oh, just for you to fuck her," Karen said casually.
"You want me to fuck Miss Morgan?" I asked.
"Don't *you* want to?" she asked back.
I paused for a long time, knowing deep down I would love to pleasure Miss Morgan, so I answered shyly, "Well... yes."
Karen responded, "Jenny, you need to stop being so insecure and shy. You're a PomPom girl now! You're in! Be aggressive, be confident."
"OK," I said rather unconvincingly.
Karen's tone dripped with frustration as she wouldn't let go of this, "Now tell me what you want to do to Miss Morgan?"
I responded after a few seconds, "I want to eat her pussy."
"Well, that's a bit better, but be more aggressive," she said.
I contemplated this for a bit before finally releasing my real feelings as I said, "Mistress, I want to eat that hot bitch's pussy until she cums all over my slut face, and then I want her to fuck my pussy till I cum like the little dyke that I am. Then I want to hide under her desk licking her cunt while she has a parent interview with my Mom. I want her to share me with the entire female teaching staff in the school. I want to be her lez whore. So there!" I didn't stomp my foot, which would be awkward in the car.
Karen's mouth dropped a little as she said, "Well, that's way better! I knew you had it in you!"
A bit breathless after my outburst (which even *I* thought was sexy), I looked at my watch and said I should get inside.
"OK," Karen said.
I said, "Goodbye, Mistress Karen."
Karen leaned over and kissed me. The kiss sent electric shocks throughout my whole body as it was so unexpected and tender. She parted my lips with her tongue and we French kissed for a couple of minutes. She then broke the kiss and told me, "I'll pick you up tomorrow at the same time."
"Ok," I said.
The night was uneventful as I tried not to think of tomorrow; that said, writing my poem was difficult and frightening, yet when it was done I felt relieved; it seemed to wash away any insecurities or doubts I had. I was a lesbian and that wasn't going to change...although I was still not ready to give such news to my mother. In case you're curious, here's the poem...
**ACCEPTANCE: FINDING MY WAY**
Have you ever wondered
Who you are?
I have
Every single day
Felt
Shame
For
...
My sexuality
Hid it
Deep down inside for
I was a wallflower
Always on the outside
Looking in
...
But
...
That all changed when
She
Found me that day and
When
She
Kissed me gently and
When
I
Fell to my knees
Desperate
To please her
Between
Her
Stocking-covered legs and
I
Accepted who I was as
I
Extended my tongue and
I had a
Loving
Mistress and
I knew that
I
Would become the
Perfect
Submissive and
Obedient
Lesbian
Slave
...
And
...
...
...
Now I have something I can
...
Cheer!
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**TUESDAY FEBRUARY 4****<sup>th</sup>****: A Power Shift**
I woke up excited, knowing that tonight was a special night with Mistress Megan and that I probably would be allowed to cum... and if I didn't real soon, I might just explode. I wore my PomPom Outfit with red thigh thighs which I thought were really hot since red is a school colour, and hip as I would definitely stand out. As instructed by Mistress Karen I also wore heels, although the only pair I owned (except for those really dress-up ones Mistress Megan bought me on Saturday, and I couldn't wear *those* to school) were a lame pair with a stubby little one-inch heel. I was waiting by the door and as soon as Karen pulled up I rushed out of the house before Mom could object to today's outfit.
The look on Karen's face was indescribable as she saw me in the red stockings. She said these flattering words to me, "Wow, that is fucking hot! I've got to get some of those!" Her hand moved to my leg to feel the silk fabric.
"Thanks!" I responded, very happy to please her, "I thought you would like them."
"Your shoes on the other hand," she said with disapproval, "have got to go."
"I know, but they're all I have," I said with a sigh.
"What size are you?" Karen asked, "A six?"
"Yes," I said back.
"We have the same size then," she said, as she started driving with a U-turn. "We're going back to my place."
She started driving and asked how the poem went. I read it to her and she gasped as it got dirtier. "Wow," she said amazed, "That's so hot! You really *are* turning into a sex machine, aren't you?"
I shrugged and said, "It seems so."
We arrived at Karen's mansion, I had assumed she was rich and now that assumption became a fact. She said, "Wait here," and went inside. She came out a couple of minutes later with a pair of black three-inch pumps. She handed them to me and said, "Put these on."
I put them on as Karen drove us to school. As I got out of the car I realized I'd never had three-inch heels on before. I almost stumbled twice early on but then got the hang of it. As we entered the school I got even more looks than yesterday. The red stockings stood out so much that everyone who saw them did a doubletake! When we arrived at Karen's locker, bitch Sabrina (like I was calling her in my head) shook her head in disgust and said, "Jenny, could you look like a bigger slut if you tried?"
Karen quickly defended me by saying, "It's a brilliant idea, and tomorrow we'll all be wearing red. Secondly, calling Jenny a slut is a bit chancy, don't you think, Miss Free Spirit?" Karen glared at Sabrina, who was seething right back, but said nothing in response to being called a slut by the head cheerleader.
Ashley came up behind me and said, "Wow, Jenny, red stockings are a great idea! Why didn't any of us think of that?"
I turned around, looked up at her and said, "Thanks. It was just a spur of the moment thing. I had a pair and thought, what the heck."
"Well, good call," Ashley said as the bell rang. The rest of the morning went by as a blur. A quiz in History, a lot of strange looks, a few boys drooling; even a couple of girls seemed to be giving me special attention (the good kind, not jealousy like some of the rest). While yesterday I'd been conflicted about my new popularity, it was now becoming addictive. I was beginning to like the looks, even though I still knew they were nothing about the real me. Based on their expressions, Sally and Eleanor were even more baffled by my appearance today. They had no idea how to react to my new legs.
I met Karen at her locker to head into Miss Morgan's English class. As we walked, Karen instructed me, "Remember, be confident. In your mind, every boy here wants to fuck you and every girl wants to eat you." As we entered class, she added, "Including hot teachers."
Miss Morgan's expression changed the second she saw me. I walked up to her, confident on the outside, an insecure mess on the inside, as I handed her my poem and said seductively, or at least trying for seductive (remember Marilyn Monroe when she played a dimwit trying for vampy?), "Here is my poem, Miss Morgan. I think you will really enjoy it." I then turned around and sat down at my desk.
Miss Morgan sat down at her desk and began to read my poem, and her face went redder and redder as she read each well-chosen word. When she finished, she looked at me and saw I was staring at her, so she quickly looked away and placed my assignment upside down on her desk. As class began, I could tell she was trying not to look at me, but I was in the front row and dead center so I was hard to miss. As instructed by Mistress Karen, I dangled my shoe and when she avoided looking at my legs for too long, I dropped the shoe to the floor. As expected, she looked down. She lectured for a couple of minutes before she gave us time to take a quiz about the short story we'd just read. Miss Morgan went to her desk and began marking last night's assignments. I looked up on a few occasions to see if she was looking my way but didn't ever catch her glancing at me at all. Suddenly I realized how foolish I'd been. She wasn't interested in me, she was just surprised and perhaps concerned by my new appearance. The bell rang and I scuttled out of the room and went to cheerleading practice with Karen.
It was another exhausting practice, but everything seemed a bit easier this time. I'd completed the heavy lifting of memorizing the chants and cheers by the end of this second day, and the dance numbers were getting easier. Stamina-wise I was still weak, but I did seem to have a bit more energy than I'd had the day before.
On the drive home, Karen and I stopped at the mall and she bought twenty-five pairs of red thigh high stockings. She also bought twenty-five pairs of black ones, which matched the trim on our cheerleading outfits, plus twenty white pairs which was all they had, white being our other school colour. I couldn't imagine ever having so much money just to throw around on a whim! Just under 400 bucks and one incredibly curious saleslady later, we were driving back home. Karen said, "So what do you think, Miss Morgan is definitely a dyke?"
I shook my head as I said, "No, I don't think so. She didn't look at me the whole time she was at her desk."
"True, because by then she knew I was watching her," Karen explained.
"How do you figure?" I asked curiously.
"She caught me smirking at her the couple of times she'd clearly checked you out earlier in the class. After that I was smirking because of all her struggles *not* to check you out. "
"Really?" I said, unbelieving.
"Really," she replied, "It's only a matter of time before you get lucky."
We arrived at my place and as soon as she parked, she shut the car off and took her keys out. I looked at her with a confused look. She smiled, flipped open her phone and pressed a button. Her free hand moved to my leg as she waited a few seconds before saying, "Hi, Mom. I'm going to stay for supper at Jenny's house." A brief pause ensued before she said, "That's right, the new PomPom. I'm going to stay here tonight and help her work on the dance routines." After another brief quiet period Karen finished, "I will, but I won't be home until ten, we have a lot to practice. Bye Mom, love you." She flipped her phone closed and said, "Well, no point driving home if we're going to see Mistress Megan tonight."
"I suppose," I responded nervously.
"What's the matter?" Karen queried. "Afraid I'm going to dominate you right in front of your mother?"
I blushed. "Not until now," I said with a concerned look on my face.
She smiled with a soft laugh, "I'm kidding. We really will work on your dance routines, until seven at least." She then opened her door and got out. She went into her trunk and grabbed a package of stockings before following me into my house.
Mom wasn't home so we went upstairs to my room. The first thing Karen did was order, "Take my stockings off, my slave."
I was slightly surprised by this; two days of friendship and no real sexual demands had relaxed me a bit. So I went to Karen, who was sitting on the edge of my bed, and deciding to be a tease, I took off her heels, and then slid my hands all the way up her left leg, slowly, ever so slowly, as Karen uttered a soft moan. I reached the top of her beige thigh high stocking and began to slide it down her leg. But I went gently, with tender care, slowly sliding the stocking off. What could have easily been done in a second took me thirty. When I looked up, Karen had her eyes closed and a pleasant smile. I moved to her right leg and massaged her foot while it was still encased in its stocking. She moaned again, and I surprised her by taking her silk-stocking-covered foot in my mouth. I sucked each toe into my mouth, savouring the salty sweat of her foot. I then slid my tongue up the side of her calf and continued up the back of her leg. My tongue never lost contact with her leg as it slid upwards until I reached the elastic top of the thigh high.
Karen spoke for the first time in several minutes saying, "Fuck, Jenny, you have me soaking wet."
"Sorry," I said coyly and with total insincerity.
Karen looked at the clock, it was 5:15. "Fuck, it's at least a couple more hours until I can cum," she said, sexually frustrated, as was I. But my own fault, since I'd been the one doing the teasing!
I slid off the second stocking with as much deliberation and care as I had the first. I then grabbed the stocking package and opened it. I took one red thigh high stocking and slowly draped it onto my beautiful mistress. As the top of the stocking reached its destination near the top of her leg, I then moved my head to her white panty-covered pussy. I stopped just millimetres from her pussy, her sexual aroma escaping through the sheer underwear. I moved my mouth onto her panties for just a second before moving away to reach for the second stocking.
"You are *such* a tease, you heartless slut," Karen accused, her breathing a bit heavy.
I smiled but remained silent as I slid a red thigh high up her other leg. I finished and was just moving in for another tease when we heard the front door close downstairs. Startled, I jumped up with lightning speed. Karen just sat there smiling vaguely before eventually standing up. "Think I could seduce your mother?" she asked casually.
"What?" I asked incredibly surprised.
"You heard me," she said and then repeated, "Do you think I can get your mother between my legs?"
"No way," I said confidently.
"Want to bet?"
"No," I said; that would only encourage her to try.
Mom knocked on my door, she always respected my privacy, and I called, "Come in, Mom."
Mom entered, dressed in her usual business suit, jacket and all, and greeted, "Hi girls. Good to see you again, um..."
"Karen," Karen said, and walked over to my Mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek before hugging her. My Mom blushed but hugged her back awkwardly. Karen broke the hug and said, "I hope you don't mind Mrs. Wyatt, but I invited myself for supper so your daughter and I can work on our dance routines before we go to an extra practice at seven."
"No, not at all," my mother said and then added, "but I was only going to order pizza, if that's ok with you ladies."
Karen answered, the double entendre dripping between each word, "That sounds delicious."
Mom missed the flirtatious tone and asked, "What kind do you like, Karen?"
"Oh, I like all kinds," Karen said, still trying to flirt, but somewhat missing the mark.
"OK," my Mom said and added, "I'll get a Hawaiian and a double pepperoni."
"Sounds great," I said, trying to break the awkwardness of the situation.
My Mom left, and as soon as the door closed, Karen appraised, "She'll be *easy* to seduce."
"How do you figure?" I asked, not seeing it at all.
"Trust me, it will be easy," Karen said confidently. "Let's go practise in the living room."
"Why?" I asked.
"We need more space and I want to make sure your mom gets lots of chances to watch," Karen said.
"She isn't, she won't," I tried to articulate.
Karen smiled and said, "What? She isn't a dyke like her daughter? When was the last time she had a man in here?"
I contemplated this and admitted, "Not since Dad died."
Karen instantly changed her tone from aggressive to caring as she said, "Sorry, I didn't..."
"No, it's ok," I said, "It was five years ago. A car accident. We're fine now."
"Oh, sorry," Karen said, giving me a gentle friendly hug. She held me for what seemed like an eternity. I felt so safe and comfortable within her arms my heart began beating faster. Finally she let go and said, "I'm still going to try and seduce your Mom."
I don't know why, but I kinda gave her permission, though she didn't need it, "OK."
"I'm going to have her between my legs very soon," she said confidently.
I doubted she was right, but a part of me, the perverted me that I hadn't ever even met until last weekend, was curious. Besides, after everything that had begun happening last weekend, I was now happier than I'd ever been in my life, so where's the harm? "Go for it," I egged her on.
Karen grinned, grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. We practised a couple dance routines, my mom in and out of the room, until the pizza arrived. We ate as Mom asked Karen a bunch of typical mother questions: What do you want to do when you graduate? Do you have a job? What do you do for fun? Etc., etc... When dinner was finished, I grabbed the dishes as Mom and Karen went into the living room to watch the news. My Mom always watches the news. I put the few dishes in the dishwasher, grabbed a glass of water and returned to the living room. I suppressed a gasp, barely, as Karen was giving my Mom a foot massage.
Karen smiled up at me, still massaging my Mom's stocking foot and said, "Mrs. Mom had a long day, so I asked if she needed a foot massage."
My Mom gave me a slightly awkward smile as she said, "And Karen was so nice to offer!"
I sat down on a chair and watched the news, sometimes taking a glimpse at the couch. Karen switched feet and kept massaging. Finally after fifteen minutes, the time now 6:45, Karen said, "Sorry to stop, Mrs. Wyatt, but we've got to get going."
My Mom responded as she stood up, "No problem. I have to go shower anyway." She paused as she stretched, her large breasts clearly visible through her white blouse since she'd removed the jacket right after getting home, "and please call me Amy."
Karen smiled, "Ok Amy, thanks for supper." She then kissed my Mom on the cheek again and gave her another hug, her hand resting half on my Mom's butt. I shook my head in awe as Karen looked me in the eye and winked. Karen lingered longer than normal hug etiquette allowed, before giving my mother one last kiss on the cheek.
Mom's cheeks were red as I gave her my own kiss on the cheek and said, "I'll be home by curfew, Mom."
"No problem," My Mom said, "Just give me a call if you're running late."
"OK," I said and Karen and I headed out.
As soon as the door was closed Karen asked me, "So... still think your Mom can't be seduced?"
I no longer was sure of anything, but minimised, "That was all harmless."
Karen shook her head in disagreement as she said, "You'll see. I'll have her eating out of my pussy in a week; two, tops."
"I doubt it," I said, although I no longer really did doubt it.
We got in the car and drove around the block so my mother would think we'd left the neighborhood as we'd said and parked around the corner. We then walked up to Mistress Megan's. We knocked on the door at 6:55, five minutes early, dressed in our identical cheerleading outfits.
We waited until Mistress Megan opened the door. She appeared wearing a black leather skirt, black stockings, black 'fuck me' boots and a red blouse. She smiled and said, "Welcome ladies, come on in."
We obediently and rather eagerly walked in and followed Megan into her living room. She poured us each a glass of wine and asked, "So how are things going, Jenny?" she asked.
"Good," I said.
"Care to expand?" she asked, taking a sip from her wine.
"Well, I've become more popular, that's for sure," I explained and added, "and I'm beginning to get more comfortable with my new look."
"I see," Megan said before asking, "And Karen, Jenny has been a good girl?"
"Very," Karen answered, "she's been a perfect little slave."
"Neither of you has had an orgasm, have you?"
"No," we both said in unison.
Megan gave us an odd look before asking, "Karen, you're not lying to me, are you?"
"No," she replied, avoiding eye contact.
Megan walked over to her and said, "I think you are, and I don't appreciate being lied to. I will only ask you one you more time. Did you have a forbidden orgasm?"
"Yes," Karen whispered, "I'm so sorry Mistress, but Jenny's submission to me had me so hot that I masturbated myself to sleep last night."
"I see," Megan said and then just gazed at Karen for a long time. Think hypnotic cobra. Think terrified, paralyzed rat. Finally she said, in a subdued, deadly tone I'd never heard her use before, "Don't you ever lie to me again."
"No, Mistress Megan," Karen said, thoroughly cowed.
Our Mistress then ordered us both, "Follow me." We did and I found myself in the bedroom where I'd lost my virginity just last Friday. A warmth in my body and especially my privates filled me as I reminisced about what had happened in this room so recently. Had it really been less than a week ago? It seemed so long ago, like a distant memory, yet it was indeed only four nights ago.
Megan left the room briefly and then returned carrying a kitchen chair. She set it down, looked balefully at Karen and said with authority, "Sit."
Karen obeyed and Mistress Megan grabbed her arms and tied them together behind the chair. She then tied each leg to the chair. She then explained, "Karen, your punishment is to watch while I give our slave great pleasure, pleasure you would have experienced yourself if you hadn't disobeyed me; pleasure that is beyond what you can yet imagine, but you will see." Megan then grabbed a vibrator, turned it on low and wedged it under Karen's bum. She then ordered sternly, "Don't you dare cum."
"No, Mistress Megan," Karen replied fearfully.
Mistress Megan slid off her skirt and grabbed a strap-on. "Jenny..." she said sincerely, her sweet tender voice back, "...you are so beautiful."
"Thank you," I responded, flattered.
"Have you ever sucked a cock?"
"No, Mistress," I said.
Megan looked back at Karen and asked, "Have you?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan."
Now wearing the strap-on, Megan walked up to her and ordered, "Show our Jenny how to suck a cock." She stood there, her black cock directly in Karen's face. Karen opened her mouth and leaned forward to suck it. She rocked back and forth, taking in a couple of inches and then trying for more. This continued for a couple of minutes until Megan asked, "Jenny, do you think you can do that?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, eager to try.
She turned and walked over to where I was sitting on her bed so I, without instruction, dropped to my knees and took the cock in my hand. I kissed it before opening my mouth. I took the toy into my mouth and, like Karen, moved my head back and forth. With each stroke I attempted to take a little more in. I gagged a couple of times, but eventually got into a decent rhythm, sometimes even getting it into my throat.
Megan said, "Good girl," as she pulled me up and kissed me, the stiff cock poking my groin just above my damp vagina. The kiss was tender and passionate. Her tongue darting in and out of my mouth getting me more excited all the time until she finally asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Desperately," I responded.
She led me to the bed, assisted me out of my panties but still wearing my cheerleader's uniform. She then assisted me onto the bed and had me kneel on all fours, facing Karen. She knee-walked around behind me and said, "Watch closely, Karen. This could have been you getting fucked by your Mistress while your slave laid beneath you licking and sucking your clit. The double pleasure would have taken you to a level of pleasure that you've never experienced nor even imagined. Are you imagining that, Karen?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan, I am, and it's soooo frustrating!" Karen groaned.
"Good. Now keep watching."
I moaned as Mistress Megan's fake cock slid into my very ready pussy.
Megan placed her hands on my hips as she slowly started fucking me with the seven-inch cock. She asked, "Slave Jenny, how does it feel?"
"Soooo good, Mistress Megan," I moaned sincerely.
Megan began to move faster and I began to push back to meet her thrusts. "That's it my little lez, bounce back on my cock."
I eagerly obeyed, bouncing back harder and faster, taking all seven inches inside me. The pleasure felt so good and a couple days of going without orgasmic bliss had me near the brink in only a couple of minutes of fucking. I pleaded, "Mistress Megan, may I cum, I'm so close!"
Megan grabbed my hips, pulled me close and held me there, the cock going even deeper than I'd thought possible but not moving.
I whimpered ecstatically, the cock filling me so completely. She held me motionless for a long frustrating moment and then I felt a finger at my anal entrance. She whispered, "You may cum anytime you want, my pet, so long as you don't move."
I moaned, "Thank you, Mistress Megan," and held myself very still, which didn't help me cum but just increased my urgency as she slid a finger inside my anus. She kept pushing forward and soon she was finger-fucking my ass. The quick pace kept me excited and always near the brink of bliss, but never sending me over it. But suddenly just as my moaning was approaching a peak of urgency she backed off and gave me one brutal *thrust* with the cock, and I screamed in orgasmic surprise louder than I thought possible as I came instantly! My body trembled like I was having an epileptic seizure as the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced charged through my entire body! I kept repeating, "Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes," as the sexual explosion continued to pulse, engulfing me, drowning me!
Megan just held me tight, her finger still in my ass, the cock still buried to the hilt in my pussy, until my breathing slowed down and the last remnants of the orgasm had drained from my body. Finally she let go of me and I collapsed forward as her finger and the toy slid out of me.
She then surprised me again, flipping me over and kissing me hard. This time the kiss was heated and desperate like two lovers' last chance before the apocalypse. Her breasts and mine were squished together as we made out. Her tongue danced around inside my mouth, seeming to be searching for something as it explored every crevice. This hardcore kissing had chills rolling through my body like an electric current, and my pussy began to fire up again. She then broke the kiss and surprised me by burying her head between my legs. She did something to my clit I can't even explain as she sucked it into her mouth and rolled it around between her lips. A few seconds of this intense clitoral pleasure and I was writhing on the bed with a second intense orgasm quaking inside me. As my pussy juice flooded out of me, Mistress Megan kept my clit in her mouth, but also began pumping two fingers in and out of my pussy. This intense joy fulfilled me for minutes as my third, fourth and fifth orgasms exploded out of me in rapid machine guns, making me babble like a delirious person, which I'm not sure I wasn't! When I finally collapsed, perspiration dripping down my forehead, Megan raised herself from between my legs and looked down at me. Her face glistened, completely soaked with her slave's love cum.
She silently leaned down to my face one last time. There was a twinkle in her eyes and a sweet sexy smile on her face as her tongue entwined with mine, our lips barely touching. She teased me with her tongue and her lips until finally she pressed in and kissed me gently. This time our kissing was soft and gentle as if we had all night just to drown inside each other's mouths. When she finally broke away, I was disappointed that this eternity had ended.
Mistress Megan then stood up and unstrapped her cock before sliding off her panties and sitting on the edge of the bed. Megan stared directly at Karen, whom I had forgotten about completely, and spread her legs. I looked at the clock, it was 8:12, and I couldn't believe it. Over an hour had flown by already; it had felt like seconds. Megan began to rub her clit slowly and teasingly as she asked, "Did you find that hot, you disobedient slut?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan, *so* hot!" responded Karen, whose face was red and desperately horny from an hour of the toy buzzing underneath her while she witnessed my sexual bliss.
"Do you want to eat your Mistress' pussy?"
"Very badly, Mistress Megan," she answered.
"What will you do to make you worthy of such a treat?" Megan asked coyly.
"Anything," Karen said desperately.
"Anything?" Megan asked. "Such as...? Make me an offer."
Karen then offered, "I can offer you Jenny's Mom as a slave for you."
It was Megan's turn to be surprised as she doubted the possibility of that, "Excuse me?"
"I will seduce Mrs. Wyatt and bring her over to your house as a gift to you," Karen offered confidently.
Megan looked back at me and asked, "What do you think, Jenny? Is that even possible?"
I explained, "Karen keeps saying my Mom is a lez and she can seduce her. Mom really got into it while Karen was giving her a foot massage earlier. I'm not sure she can't do what she's saying."
Megan mulled this over for a while before she said, "An interesting proposal, Karen my little disobedient slut, a very interesting offer indeed."
Karen, getting some of her confidence back, added, "I will have that woman begging to eat me out within a week."
"Well, what can I say?" Megan mused, looking at me again, "Your mother is very hot and it would be handy not to have to play this babysitting charade every time I want to have you over here."
"Whatever you decide, Mistress," I deferred, like a good little submissive.
"Done," Megan decided, "When you bring Amy Wyatt over here, dressed in a cheerleader's outfit, wearing the same red thigh highs you two dykes are wearing, then and only then Karen, will you be allowed a taste of my nectar and the pleasures that only your Mistress can bring."
"Thank you, Mistress Megan," Karen replied and promised, "I will have that MILF over here submitting to you very soon."
"Good," Megan said, and then changed tack, "Jenny, come and eat your Mistress, I am fucking *dying* for an orgasm."
"Yes, Mistress Megan, happily!" I said and quickly jumped off the bed, fell to my knees and began pleasuring my mistress. Trying to replicate what Mistress Megan had done to me, I focused on her clit, taking it into my mouth. I put pressure on it as I slid a finger into her wet hole. I added a second finger and began pumping them in and out. As her moans got louder, I pushed my face hard against her clit and pubic bone and furiously finger-fucked her. I felt her hand quivering on the back of my head as she pulled me in deeper. Seconds later her legs tightened around my head and a flood of her cum sprayed onto my face! It was so intense I felt like I was drowning in her love juice! I drank down as much of her deliciousness as I could, not wanting to ever leave her pleasure shrine!
When her orgasm subsided, she lifted me up and kissed me once again. She broke the kiss and said, rather humorously, "Fuck, do I taste good."
I laughed as I agreed, "There's no better taste in the world!"
As Megan got up and grabbed a robe, she said jokingly, "I should bottle it."
"You'd make millions," I joked back.
We were both laughing as Karen sat there, still bound and frustrated. Megan asked, "So Jenny, do you think our Karen deserves an orgasm?"
"Yes," I said instantly.
Megan smiled, "You're too nice."
I shrugged. "Karen has been awfully nice to me for the past three days."
Megan moved to Karen and pulled the toy out from underneath her, cranked it up to top speed and, without warning, slid it inside Karen's pussy. Megan cried out loudly, "Cum, my slut," and Karen instantly screamed and in less than ten seconds released the mammoth orgasm that had been building up inside her all through the past hour and a half of live porn along with gentle but insistent buzzing.
Megan then invited me, leaving the busy toy inside her slave (although she had turned it back down to low), "Let's go downstairs and get a drink."
"But what about Karen?" I worried.
"We'll untie her in a bit. Let her stew up here for a while longer; I'm still not very happy with her disobedience and dishonesty," she said, taking my hand and escorting her 'good' slave graciously out of her bedroom.
We spent the next half hour downstairs talking about everything, including Miss Morgan. As I told her the story of the past two days in Miss Morgan's class, Megan listened intently. She then asked, "Do you want to seduce this woman?"
I thought about it for only a couple of seconds before realizing I had no doubt about it and answered, "Yes, Mistress, I do."
"Well, then do it," Megan said, "But remember that the seduction of someone in such a vulnerable occupation needs to be done extremely carefully and discretely at every stage. She is a teacher, you are a student. Even if she wants you, which she likely does, she has to worry about her job."
"I understand."
"So each day should build on the other; each tease going further than the other; each tease revealing more, yet never so obvious that anyone else can notice," Megan advised me, "except Karen, of course."
"OK," I said.
Megan then offered, walking over to her computer, "Let's do some research on her." I followed her over and waited as she logged on. I was in awe as within seconds Megan had found all her private information, even including her IP address. She then said, "She is online right now. Let's see what websites she's been on since Monday and which one she's on right now." A couple quick clicks of Megan's mouse and she said, "Well, well, well."
I leaned forward and asked, "What?"
"Do you really want to pry into what your teacher looks up in the privacy of her own home?"
I thought about it briefly; this was clearly a violation of Miss Morgan's privacy; so while the old me had morals and would have said no, the new me had far looser morals and clearly would say yes.
But I knew the best answer. "Mistress Megan, a few days ago someone I considered a trusted friend violated my privacy most egregiously, and I'm so *very* grateful that she did; so yes, let's do it!" I responded.
"You're a devious little dyke, aren't you," Megan teased.
I smiled devilishly, "Isn't that the way you like me, Mistress?"
Megan shook her head and said, "That I do, my egregious little slave. Now come take a look at this." I leaned forward and Megan shared, "Like you, Miss Morgan is a regular reader of Literotica. She reads mostly lesbian stories, although she also does searches using the words 'domination', 'submission', 'humiliation' and interestingly, '18-year-old'. But yesterday and today she's been hunting down stories to read using a new filter."
When she didn't continue, I asked, "And what filter is that?"
"Wait for it... Teacher submission," Megan responded, "Clearly you have been successfully turning on your teacher, my little dyke, and you definitely have her attention."
My pussy began to heat up again as I realized the influence I'd been having on my hot teacher.
"Look at the stories she's been reading today: "The Only True Teacher/Student Story" by Notabutch, "The Pet Teacher" -Couture, "Hot For Teacher" -watchdawg and "The Laura Effect" by krr1957. Fuck, my little dyke, she's been reading stories non-stop for a couple of hours now, and I'll bet you anything that she's been imagining you and herself as the stars of each one of them!"
"Cool," I said.
Megan looked at me and said, "Well, this seduction should be easy, my slut. But remember she has a reputation to protect, so do it with class."
"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said.
"Should we go and untie Karen?" Megan asked, standing up from the computer.
"Probably, she must be going fucking crazy by now," I said.
"Good, that should teach her a lesson."
"Agreed," I responded.
I followed Megan up the stairs and back to her bedroom. Karen was sweating, again near the brink of bliss, but hovering. The look on her face pleaded for help, for permission to cum so I asked, "Mistress Megan, may I get your slut off?"
"You think she deserves another orgasm?" she asked me.
"Yes. I think she's learned her lesson, haven't you, slut?" I asked, playing a far more dominant role than I'd ever played, although compared to these other two Mistresses here I was just dipping my toe.
Karen surprised both me and Megan as she replied desperately, "Yes, Mistress Jenny and Mistress Megan, this has been a harsh but fair lesson and I will never disobey again."
Juice began to trickle down my leg at being called "Mistress" as I waited almost half a minute for Megan's instructions.
She finally said, "Go fuck the bitch."
I quickly went between Karen's bound legs and began feverishly licking her clit, not touching the toy that was still buzzing away inside her. As soon as my mouth made contact, Karen let out a scream of pleasure and kept moaning as I sucked her clit into my mouth. In only a few short seconds, juice was spraying all over my face as she surged through a wickedly powerful orgasm. As she kept moaning, I kept my mouth on her clit until she got so sensitive she begged me to quit. I then stood up, my face soaked with her cum and kissed her. I broke the kiss and asked playfully, "How does your cum taste on your temp Mistress' lips, my temp slave?"
"Yummy," she was barely able to say, still recovering from her orgasm.
Megan untied her and said, "You ladies had better get home, you have school in the morning."
"Yes, Mistress," we chorused.
Megan kissed us both and sent us on our way. Before we separated, she for her car and I for my house, Karen, somewhat recovered from the evening's events said, "See you tomorrow, my sexy little slut."
"See you tomorrow, Mistress Karen," I responded.
She kissed me one last time, right out in the open, although it was dark and no one was around. She then instructed me, "Wear the white thigh highs tomorrow."
"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, back in our traditional roles, as Karen turned towards her car. I watched her walk around the corner, then walked the few steps to my home.
Tired past exhaustion, I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.
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**WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 5****<sup>th</sup>****: Almost Caught...Mom is a dyke?**
By the third day of my new life, things began to settle into a bit of a routine, if such exciting new experiences can be considered routine. Boys stared at me as I sauntered by, girls gossiped horrible stories about me, and a power shift in Camelot... I mean the cheerleader squad... was clearly occurring. Sabrina continued to treat me like a peasant, but was less harsh in her criticisms of me; interestingly, she and the rest of the cheerleaders were wearing red stockings and heels today, while Karen and I were the only two wearing the white ones. Ashley, on the other hand, was always super nice to me and placed her gentle hand on my nylon-covered leg on a couple of occasions during lunch. She didn't caress me or anything, but she lingered there the first time for almost a minute, then the second time for probably five minutes. I liked it.
Near the end of lunch Troy came up to our table and asked me, "So Jenny, are you free this weekend to go out for supper and a flick?"
I was immediately petrified: I'd never had a date with a boy, nor did I really want one.
Karen saved me by explaining, "Sorry Troy, she'll be my date all weekend; we'll be at the cheerleader retreat."
"Oh, well I'd love to be a part of that," he flirted, his eyes locked on mine.
I looked away nervously as thankfully Karen continued carrying the ball, "I bet you would. You probably fantasize one big dyke orgy, don't ya?"
"Well," he said, slightly embarrassed.
Karen stood up and walked over to him and vamped, "Don't worry, we'll be sure to make your fantasy come true even if you aren't there to see it." She briefly rubbed his dick through his pants (as my eyes popped out of my head!) and then ordered me, "Let's go, Jenny."
I quickly got to my feet and followed obediently. Karen was laughing as we left the cafeteria, "The funny thing is, this weekend *will* be a lesbian orgy of sorts, and you'll be the center of it."
"I will?" I gasped.
"Oh yes," Karen said, "You're sharing a room with Sabrina, Ashley and me and your job title will be initiate pussy pleaser."
"Oh!" I squeaked, terrified.
The bell rang and I headed to class. Sally and Eleanor were also dressed differently today. Although not dressed as sluttily and as revealingly as I was, both had on long tight skirts and tights. I complimented them on their sexy look and they both blushed. Before class started we chatted as if nothing had changed since last week. We talked about Chuck, which is the best show on TV, complained about classes and discussed other generic nothingness. After class I gave both of them quick pecks on the cheek before leaving, something I'd never done before.
I then headed out to meet with Karen and we quickly made our way to English class. As Megan had instructed, I decided to take it slow. I sat at my desk and simply slid my feet in and out of my heels all class long. If she didn't look down for a period of time, I made sure to drop my shoe on the floor. Miss Morgan seemed distracted, but only Karen and I knew why. It made my pussy damp, knowing the power I had. As class ended, Miss Morgan handed back our graded poems. She handed me mine last and offered me a slight smile. I took the paper and looked at it. I got an A and the following comment: "A vivid poem that builds to a powerful climax." An unexpected laugh escaped my mouth as I read the last two words and Miss Morgan looked at me and began to say something but then didn't. I said, "Thanks! See you tomorrow, Miss Morgan," and left class.
My third cheerleader practice was another exhausting workout, but again I ended up less tired than I'd been the day before. Karen drove me home again, and again invited herself in. My Mom was in the kitchen making supper and Karen walked over and gave my Mom a kiss on both cheeks before saying, "Mrs. Wyatt, you look amazing today."
My Mom blushed and said, "Thank you Karen and again, please call me Amy."
Karen and I practiced cheers for an hour, with Mom coming in and out the whole time. After supper Karen and I went upstairs so I could help her with her English. As soon as I closed the door, Karen said, "You had to notice that your mother was checking me out down there, right?"
I had indeed noticed but for some reason I said, "Not really."
Karen walked up to my face and said, "You're a horrible liar. People who can't lie shouldn't make the attempt."
I blushed and then admitted, "Sorry, it seems she was indeed checking you out."
"I'll have her between my legs real soon," she purred. When I said nothing, she added, "Speaking of things between my legs..."
I blushed, knowing where this was going and objected nervously, "Karen, Mom is right downstairs."
"So?" she asked.
"So I don't have a lock on my door," I pleaded.
"So?" she asked again.
"So she could walk in at any moment," I said a little more frantically.
"So?" she repeated, lifting up her skirt to show me her naked beaver as she seated herself on the edge of my bed. She smiled at me and used a finger to beckon me in. I didn't move instantly so she ordered in a firm voice, "Now, slut."
Reluctantly, petrified that my Mom would walk in or hear Karen and *then* walk in once she began moaning, I stepped up to my Mistress and knelt before her. She smiled and said, "I've been looking looked forward to this all day, and now it's permitted; get me off, my little lez."
Still nervous, I leaned forward and began licking her. I slid my tongue up and down her cunt lips, and then every few seconds I'd put pressure on Karen's clit with my tongue. Each time I did, she shook just a bit. I continued this teasing pleasure for a while, trying to get her off gradually so when she climaxed it wouldn't be unexpected and she wouldn't scream and alarm my mother. I savoured my teen Mistress' delicious pussy, her wetness drenching my face, as I continued to lick away.
Karen, getting close, demanded, "Finger me, slut."
Obeying, I slid a finger inside her ocean of pleasure. It went in so easily that I added a second as well. I began moving them in and out, completely focused on giving pleasure, completely forgetting about my mother downstairs. Feeling her legs tense slightly, I hooked my two fingers inside her, putting as much pressure on her g-spot as I could. Karen instantly let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead as her juices gushed out of her pussy and sprayed all over my face! I had *never* had so much pussy juice on my face as she continued to quake through her orgasm.
I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs and quickly stood up and Karen, thankfully, quickly got up as well, just as my Mom barged through the door. She searched around the room frantically for intruders or monsters or something and worried, "Are you girls ok?"
Karen, her face ruby red and clearly recovering from orgasmic bliss, said unconvincingly, "Oh! Sorry Mrs. Wyatt, I just stubbed my toe and it really hurt."
My Mom somehow failed to notice my face was shining with Karen's cum. She prattled, "Oh thank God it was just that, I thought something dreadful had happened! Are you ok?"
Karen sat back down on the bed and fake whimpered, "Mrs. Wyatt... I mean Amy... could you come and look at my toe? It really hurts."
"Oh, sure honey," my mother rushed to kneel down by her feet as I watched, horrified.
Karen lifted up her foot so my mother could look at it, and I could see Karen's pouty and leaking cunt even from where *I* was standing! There was no way my mother could miss it.
My Mom grabbed the proffered foot and peered at the toe through the stocking. She began to diagnose, "Well it doesn't..." then stopped abruptly as she caught sight of Karen's shaved pussy. Her face went red, but she seemed to recover pretty quickly as she looked up to Karen's face as Karen beamed back like an innocent choir girl, "...it doesn't look like you did any serious damage."
Karen asked sweetly, "Could you please massage it, Amy? It really hurts."
"Sure, cherub," my Mom said, and began gently rubbing Karen's foot. Karen's glistening cunt remained completely uncovered and in plain sight for my mother at the angle she was sitting, and I was surprised at how many times my mother kept taking quick glimpses at my eighteen-year-old Mistress' pussy without asking her to cover up.
This went on for a couple of minutes until Karen said, "Thanks, Amy, you really know how to make someone feel better."
Mom let go of Karen's foot and took one last look at the delicious wet pussy before Karen's skirt covered the prize. The peepshow now over, my mother seemed to regain her composure and said, "Well, um, I will be downstairs if you ladies need anything."
Karen grabbed my mother's hand with both of hers as she was about to leave and said, "Thank you so much." Karen got up and kissed her on each cheek, lingering a couple of seconds before backing away.
My mother said, slightly flushed, "No problem." She then left the room.
Karen looked right at me and said, "Still think she isn't a dyke?"
"Well, she did take a few peeks, but who wouldn't?"
"A straight woman wouldn't; a prude wouldn't either," Karen answered.
"Haha," I laughed.
"Very soon, Jenny," Karen predicted, "Very soon your mother will be my MILF slut."
I didn't say anything.
Karen added, "Are you ok with that?"
I shrugged, really not sure *how* I felt about this odd plot twist, "I don't know. It turns me on, yet..."
"Yet what?" Karen asked.
"Yet, she's my mother," I said.
"I'm not asking *you* to fuck her," Karen said, her eyes going big as she said, "Unless you want to, of course."
"No," I said.
"You do, don't you; you want to fuck your own mother!"
"No, of course I don't," I said adamantly.
Karen smiled, "I think you do." She then kissed me (not on the cheek) and said, "Fuck do I taste good."
"*That* we can agree on. You're delicious," I teased back.
Karen then said, "No orgasms for you until the cheerleader getaway."
"Oh," I said, crestfallen.
"None at all," Karen reiterated with a more authoritarian tone.
"Understood, Mistress," I said disappointedly, not mentioning how unfair that sounded after what she'd done at home on Monday night.
"It's only two days," Karen said, "You're not such a big sex maniac you can't wait two days, are you?"
When she put it that way, I chuckled to myself, *had* I become such a sex maniac? The answer of course was yes, I had. "I will obey, Mistress Karen," I said.
"Good," Karen said, "I've got to get going, see you tomorrow, my dyke."
"Bye, Mistress Karen," I said and walked her out.
The rest of the evening I worked on my long Pride and Prejudice essay and did everything I could to avoid thinking about sex. Of course visions of my mother submissively pleasing Karen wouldn't leave my brain. I went to bed, my pussy begging to be pleased. Not surprisingly I endured a restless night.
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**THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6****<sup>th</sup>****: An aggressive approach to Miss Morgan**
Routine had settled into my exciting new life. I dressed in my usual outfit, today with black thigh highs, Karen picked me up, we got to school, people checked me out and my pussy was constantly on fire just like it always was these days. As Karen had predicted, thigh high stockings had become the new rave and at least fifty girls plus the cheerleaders were wearing them today. I smiled as I realized I was either to blame or to be given credit for such a sexy new trend.
The day was normal, well my *new* normal, until after lunch. Sally and Eleanor were in class and both girls were wearing minis with thigh high stockings. Seeing the two shyest girls in school (last week we had been the *three* shyest girls in school), seeing them dressed so provocatively was both baffling and a turn-on. I complimented them on their outfits and they both blushed like the schoolgirl virgins they were. Near the end of class I told her, "Sally, you're very pretty and you have that gorgeous long hair. Yet you wear it in a very unattractive bun every day. Tomorrow you should let it down."
Sally was surprised, "You think so?"
I purred, flirting with her just a tad, "I know so, gorgeous."
Sally blushed as I next looked over at Eleanor and said, "And you, Eleanor: you're pretty too. You need to wear some make-up, especially some bright lipstick to showcase your luscious lips."
She replied, embarrassed by the compliment, "My Mom won't let me wear any."
I wasn't fazed; "No problem. Be here by 8:30 tomorrow and I'll give you a makeover."
"OK, thanks," Eleanor said with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
The bell rang so I said, "See you tomorrow, hotties."
I left and headed to meet Karen. She grabbed my arm and told me, "Today I plan to have some fun."
I gave her a sceptical and nervous look as I asked, "How so?"
"When I leave for the bathroom," she explained, "You need to wait a minute and ask to go too."
My face went white as I realized what she had in mind.
Karen and I reached the classroom before I could really respond, but she added sternly, "Do not disobey me, slut."
Luckily for me at first, Miss Morgan started class by giving a fairly long lecture and Karen is way too nice to interrupt a teacher while she's teaching. I was just starting to relax when with twenty minutes left, Miss Morgan gave us some time to begin a reflection she was assigning. The topic was simplistic, 'What key moment in time has defined who you are?' I gave a slight smirk as I already knew what Karen was going to make me write, which was cool because it was what *I* wanted to write as well.
As soon as Miss Morgan sat down behind her desk, Karen raised her hand and asked permission to go the washroom.
Upon receiving approval, Karen left and I waited, my body churning with turmoil. I was both excited to please Karen but scared about being caught. I waited the full minute before asking to go as well. Miss Morgan gave me a brief, curious look, maybe tying the two together but I doubt it, before excusing me to go as well. As soon as I left the room I scurried to the nearby bathroom. A stall was open and I joined Karen in there. She didn't say a word, just lifted up her skirt and of course I took the hint. I licked her pussy in this awkward position for a couple of minutes, long enough to put a shine on my lips and mouth. Karen then surprised me by saying, "We'd better get back to class. And don't you dare wipe off your Mistress' juice."
"No, Mistress Karen," I acknowledged as Karen composed herself and left me behind in the washroom. I looked in the mirror, it wasn't too obvious I thought, and began to leave just as two other girls entered the bathroom so I averted my face.
I returned to class and set to work on my project. When I looked up a few minutes later, Miss Morgan was looking at me. I smiled at her and then resumed my work. As I continued, Karen crept up and whispered in my ear, "Make sure you get close enough for Miss Morgan to smell my juices."
I sighed as Karen returned to her desk. The bell was about to ring and I pondered how to satisfy this demand. I waited for the bell to ring and then put my hand up.
Miss Morgan asked, "What is it, Jenny?"
"Um, I just would like you to ask you about my essay."
"What about it?" Miss Morgan asked as she stood up to come to my desk.
I pointed at my essay's rough copy, the two paragraphs I had finished so far, and requested, "Can you please read this and give me your opinion?"
"Sure," she said, grabbing a chair and sitting down right beside me. She leaned over the paper (and close to my face) and read it silently for a minute. I waited patiently, the distinct smell of Karen's cunt wafting off my face. I don't know if she knew what the smell was, but she did notice something and gave me a peculiar look as she finished. She laid the paper on my desk, her nostrils just inches away from my skin. She began blushing when she realized where my essay was going, but otherwise kept her composure.
"So?" I asked innocently, making sure my knee was now 'just happening to be' resting against hers.
"Well, it's pretty good," she began, struggling to maintain her persona as disinterested mentor rather than the role I was thrusting on her of emotionally vulnerable confidant. "But you don't have a topic sentence in your second paragraph and you need some elaboration to illustrate your point."
"OK, thanks," I said, leaning in a bit closer, "That's really helpful." I didn't move, nor did she for a few seconds before she came to her senses and stood up abruptly.
"You should probably get to cheerleading practice," she said, "I hear Miss Hopkins is a bit of a Nazi when it comes to punctuality."
I grabbed my stuff and agreed, "That she is." I then surprised her by giving her a hug and adding, "Thanks for all your help this semester. If there's anything I can do to repay you, just ask." I didn't give her time to respond, just turned and hurried out of the classroom.
I got to practice just in time and again barely survived Miss Hopkins' marathon workout. When practice was done, Karen dropped me off and said, "I expect you to have a good story to share with Miss Morgan tomorrow."
"Should I use your name?" I asked cautiously.
Karen just shrugged, "You decide."
She then said goodbye and drove away to go to work. It was then that I realized I was supposed to begin a new job tomorrow. I panicked and went to Megan's house. She answered the door and welcomed me in.
I said worriedly, "I just realized I'm supposed to start work tomorrow with Krystal, but I have this cheerleader's retreat to go to."
Megan smiled and said, "No worries, I'll give her a call for you."
"Thank you so much," I said, a huge burden instantly lifted from my shoulders. Max ran up, hugged my leg and wheedled, "Auntie Jenny here to play!"
I shrugged, looked at Megan who shrugged back, and I agreed, "Sure, Maxie, I have a few minutes." A few minutes turned into an hour before I noticed the clock and realized I had to get home.
As I said goodbye, Megan handed me a slip of paper. I took it as she explained, "This is her code name on the lesbian chatroom she frequents."
I gave her a perplexed look.
"Miss Morgan," she clarified.
I looked at it and said, "Oh! Thanks," although I was unsure I would find the daring to use it without some Mistress egging me on every step of the way.
I got home and Mom was in the kitchen making supper and she asked, concerned, "Where's Karen tonight?"
I answered, "She had to go to work."
"Oh," my mother said, clearly disappointed, but quickly rebounded, trying to hide her disappointment from her 'innocent' (haha) daughter.
We had supper and Mom asked me questions about school, cheerleading and Karen. She made sure to ask vague questions, but it still felt more like when a friend is trying to find out if a certain boy likes her. It was adorable and yet a little creepy. There was no doubt about it: my mother had a crush on my teenage Mistress.
After supper we watched the Big Bang Theory together before I went upstairs and wrote my new assignment. Below is the brief essay I wrote for class.
*THE LICK OF LUXURY*
*In everyone's life, there are key moments that define who you are. For some of them you may not even realize they are important at the time. For example the first time you meet the boy you will eventually marry he may strike you as rather unremarkable at the time, and it is only upon future reflection you will realize how important that day had been. Other times the moment is instantly recognizable, such as when you score the winning goal in a championship game, when you share your first kiss or when you graduate high school. For me though, my key moment was a mixture of both, for when I suddenly found myself, the real me, not the girl everyone had thought they'd known for the past 18 years, it was accomplished only through the agency of one woman. Like a fairy story in a thorny castle, I only found myself when my Mistress awakened me with a kiss.*
*Now I should note first that deep down I feel I am a good person. I am compassionate, I am academically strong and on occasion somewhat funny (although that last could be debatable). I love animals and I even hope to change the world someday. I am emotional as I cry easily when I for instance see commercials requesting aid for suffering children in third world countries, I cry at badly written dramas on television that tug melodrama on your heartstrings, and I even sometimes cry when I think about my long-deceased father.*
*I guess the point of all this is as follows: I had thought of myself as being an emotionally drained, psychologically stressed but reasonably normal teenager, and perhaps I still am. But a secret, the one I hid away closest to my heart, was that deep down I knew I was a lesbian. This secret shamed me so I held it inside, not allowing anyone, often (but not always) even myself, to suspect. At night I would sometimes fantasize about other classmates, about becoming their submissive pleasure toy, and paradoxically it was these crazy forbidden fantasies that kept me sane. I would read lesbian love stories online to deal with the obsession I perceived as unhealthy and the lust I considered so sinful.*
*But then I met my Mistress.*
*Now I should note I had already known my Mistress for awhile as I had long been a regular babysitter for her. She is a single mother and one of the most beautiful and gracious women I have ever met. She seduced me online (a long story and if you really want to know what happened you may read 'Bedding the Babysitter' parts one and two on* [*www.literotica.com*](http://www.literotica.com)*) but the short version is that during one perfect evening only last week, my shame was washed away as I eagerly and gratefully embraced my true self (and embraced my wonderful Mistress) as a submissive lesbian. In my life, everything can seem so stressful, but when I am pleasing my Mistresses (I now have two) all my stress is washed away. I still have insecurities, but they are diminishing as I learn to accept my sexuality and my need to please.*
*In conclusion, I have come to fully accept the fact that I am a lesbian through and through. I am submissive and my libido is stirred when I am called names or ordered to do naughty, kinky (if you will kindly forgive my using such a frank but accurate word) and clearly socially unacceptable things. I have also accepted that my emotional wellbeing requires me to submit to degrading sexual humiliation to achieve the pleasure I crave to release the stress that until recently dominated my life. Lastly, my Mistresses have made great strides towards transforming me into a confident sexual (and sometimes even social) being, and from this core of newfound strength, my true personality is now able to begin shining bright. I proudly wear eye-catching stockings every day, I proudly submit to every whim of my Mistresses and I proudly accept the long-suppressed secret that I am a submissive lesbian who is eager to please. I eagerly lick and lap in the luxury of others' pleasure.*
*Love, Jenny Wyatt*
I completed my second draft (thank heavens for word processors or it would have looked extremely messy with the many times I rewrote a word or phrase) and worried that it might be way too direct. What would Miss Morgan think? What if she showed it to someone (although I knew she wouldn't)? Then I remembered I had Mistress Megan's note with Miss Morgan's secret code name. I went and found it: Wanda87. She was online and her profile, with no picture, was as follows:
*I am a 23-year-old English teacher who is looking for someone special. I have only recently realized my sexuality and am looking to explore my new but totally unexplored lesbian lifestyle.*
*I am still in the closet to my old-fashioned family but would be willing to come out if I met the right (and very discrete) person. (I would come out to this person, not to my family.)*
*Other interests include reading, travel, movies and chatting.*
I finished reading her profile and wondered what Wanda87 stood for. I created a new username "Subinstockings" and a reasonably accurate profile:
*I had my first sexual experience with a woman recently and learned that I am very, very submissive. I love to serve and to please and I will never disobey. I also love to wear silky stockings at all times even when I am otherwise nude.*
I clicked on Miss Morgan's code name and opened a chat session with her:
**Subinstockings:** Hi Wanda, I like your profile.
I waited a couple of minutes until she responded.
**Wanda87:** Hi there, Sub. Your profile is rather interesting as well.
**Subinstockings:** It is all true.
**Wanda87:** I am intrigued by your name.
**Subinstockings:** I am a girl who is very, VERY, submissive.
**Wanda87:** Oh.
**Subinstockings:** Sorry, does that disgust you?
**Wanda87:** Oh no. It's just...
**Subinstockings:** Just what?
**Wanda87:** I have been having fantasies about dominating one of my students.
**Subinstockings:** Oh...your profile says you are a teacher?
**Wanda87:** Yes, so such a fantasy is wrong.
**Subinstockings:** Not if she is eighteen.
**Wanda87:** She is, but she is my student.
**Subinstockings:** Do you think she is a lesbian?
**Wanda87:** Her recent writing implies as much.
**Subinstockings:** I see.
**Wanda87:** Plus how does one say to a student, 'I want to take you home and use you as my personal sex slave'?
**Subinstockings:** Well, saying it would be one way. 😊
**Wanda87:** I am way too shy and my job is too important to me. What if I am wrong about her?
**Subinstockings:** Understood. But as a student myself, I would love to submit to my teacher.
**Wanda87:** You would?
**Subinstockings:** Oh yes. If you were my teacher, Wanda, I would obey your every command no matter what it was.
**Wanda87:** Really?!?
**Subinstockings:** Really. If I were with you tonight I would lick your pussy until you came all over my pretty face. Will you be my Mistress Wanda? At least online?
**Wanda87:** Um...how would that work?
**Subinstockings:** Simple. You tell me to do something and I obey.
**Wanda87:** Ok...what are you wearing right now?
**Subinstockings:** Just thigh high stockings and my jammies.
**Wanda87:** I see. Tell me one of your fantasies.
**Subinstockings:** I fantasize about being spirited away by a group of cheerleaders and made to be their personal sex toy for an entire weekend.
**Wanda87:** Wow that is hot.
**Subinstockings:** Thank you Mistress Wanda.
**Wanda87:** \*Mistress\* Wanda? Wow I like that.
**Subinstockings:** Is there anything I can do for you dear Mistress?
**Wanda87:** Tell me what you would do if you were here at my house.
**Subinstockings:** Anything you required!
**Wanda87:** Anything?
**Subinstockings:** Yes anything.
**Wanda87:** I am so new at this. Can you give me an example?
**Subinstockings:** Yes, Mistress Wanda... Let me think...
**Subinstockings:** Got one! But this is just for instance. The real one will be when you decide what you want and I do that. But for now, here goes: Upon your request I would crawl to you. Then if you permitted, I would lay myself between your legs and lick your pussy until you sprayed your love juices all over me. I hope you would then put a strap-on around your sexy waist and fuck me like the lez slut I am while you call me dirty names. First you would pound me in my shaved ripe pussy then later you would get some butter or something (I've never done this yet so I don't know what they use) and hammer my tight firm ass. I would orgasm only when you gave me permission. When you were finished dominating me in that fashion I would then continue to please you as you saw fit.
**Wanda87:** OMG, you got me so wet.
**Subinstockings:** Will you please cum for me dear Mistress Wanda?
**Wanda87:** Yes.
**Subinstockings:** Rub yourself for me Mistress Wanda. Imagine me lying worshipfully between your legs with your clit in my mouth.
**Wanda87:** Hmmm...
**Subinstockings:** My finger is sliding inside you Mistress Wanda. Your student's and slave's finger is fucking you.
**Wanda87:** Hmmm, yes....I'm so close...
**Subinstockings:** My finger is sticking inside you and finding your g-spot and rubbing it as you explode all over your hot student's eager face.
**Wanda87:** I'm cumming...
**Subinstockings:** I'm so glad! Did I please you Mistress Wanda?
**Wanda87:** Yes, very much so.
**Subinstockings:** That makes me very happy Mistress Wanda.
**Wanda87:** That was amazing. I wish you were really here.
**Subinstockings:** Maybe someday Mistress Wanda.
**Wanda87:** What city are you in?
**Subinstockings:** Boston.
There is a long gap of time, I wonder if Miss Morgan has figured out this is me.
**Wanda87:** That is too strange. I live in Boston too.
**Subinstockings:** Really? Then maybe we can meet face to face and pussy to pussy sometime!
**Wanda87:** I would like that.
**Subinstockings:** BTW if you want to seduce that student of yours. Compliment her. Touch her gently but not inappropriately or someone may notice. If she is interested, she will respond to you. I know I would.
**Wanda87:** Good idea. I don't know if I can do it. But I will definitely think about it.
**Subinstockings:** Do. If she is anything like me, she will get wet from your advances like I am right now.
**Wanda87:** I don't know.
**Subinstockings:** Nothing ventured nothing gained.
**Wanda87:** True. Well, I should get to bed; that orgasm has me exhausted and I have to teach tomorrow.
**Subinstockings:** I should get to bed too. I also have school tomorrow.
**Wanda87:** How old are you?
**Subinstockings:** 18. You, Mistress Wanda?
**Wanda87:** 23
**Subinstockings:** Have a good night Mistress Wanda.
**Wanda87:** You too my slave.
**Subinstockings:** Slave? Thank you! Talk to you soon dear Mistress.
**Wanda87:** I hope so.
I logged out and went to bed with a big smile plastered on my face. Miss Morgan wanted me.
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**FRIDAY FEBRUARY 7****<sup>th</sup>****: Cheerleader's Retreat and Love?**
The final day of the week was the most eventful. I wore a pair of green thigh highs. They didn't remotely match my red and white outfit, but that was the point. Even Karen was surprised with my look. As we drove to school I told her about my night and read her my paper. Karen just shook her head (in a good way) and said, "You really are a complete lez slut."
"I know," I said, not the least bit ashamed.
Karen said, "Finger yourself, but don't cum."
I obeyed, lifting my skirt up so Karen could watch. I slid a finger in and out slowly as Karen said, "So next week we will both complete our seductions. You will be between Miss Morgan's legs and your mother will be between mine."
We arrived at school as my horniness simmered. Karen ordered me, "Now that you're nice and wet, rub your pussy juice all over your mouth."
"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said and coated my lips with my own love juice.
Karen and I then went into school. Both Ashley and Sabrina seemed to notice my unique lip sauce but none of us said anything. They also noticed my green stockings against my red skirt. I realised something for the first time and was glad nobody said anything about Christmas trees.
I met with Eleanor and Sally and helped each of them with their transformation. I don't know whether I did a really good job or my perceptions were changed because I was just so horny from my lack of an orgasm, but they each looked good enough to eat (yes, I *do* mean it that way). Both girls looked radiant in their new look and my pussy got a small tingle of pleasure from seeing their transformation. I complimented them both and learned that they both now had dates to next week's dance. I was so happy for them!
The day flew by uneventfully until I met Karen before English class and she demanded, "Go into the bathroom and finger yourself until you're soaking wet. Then take off your panties and generously coat your lips with your wetness."
I whispered, "Yes, Mistress Karen," and headed to the bathroom. I did as instructed, beginning by removing my panties and sticking them in my purse. I then fingered myself to a feverish tease and stopped. I took my finger and coated my red lips with lots of juice.
Really horny, I then made myself as presentable as possible and arrived in class a couple of minutes late. Miss Morgan gave me a look but didn't say anything as I walked up to her, my sweet scent no doubt wafting towards her as I handed her my paper. "Sorry Miss Morgan, I had to perform a task before getting to class."
Miss Morgan smiled, showing no visible reaction to my shiny lips or my ambient aroma as she said, "Oh no problem Jenny, I am sure it was important."
"Oh, it was, and I think you will really like my paper," I responded and sat down in my seat.
Miss Morgan then informed us that today was a work period for our P&P (without zombies) essays due next week. She then began walking up and down the rows and assisting her students as requested. I used the time to work on my paper while I waited for Miss Morgan to get around to me.
Eventually she arrived at my desk and asked, "How is your essay coming along, Jenny?"
I answered in a soft voice, so only she could hear, "I've barely gotten any further than where I was when we last talked. I've been too busy pleasing my Mistress, actually *both* of my Mistresses."
She stifled a gasp and asked in a whisper, "Jenny, what has gotten into you?"
I teased back, also whispering, "Toys, lots of toys."
She went red again as she struggled to remain focused, "Jenny, don't do this to me! Can I give you any assistance on your paper?"
I shrugged and said, "I think I'm ok." I then stretched my stocking-covered legs out, leaving my shoes behind on the floor, to give my sexy teacher a close-up and unobstructed view of my legs and my perfectly manicured and painted toes.
Miss Morgan glanced around and decided our encounter looked appropriate from the rest of the classroom, so she permitted herself a lengthy look at my legs, before briefly resting a hand on my shoulder (appropriately) and giving it a little surreptitious squeeze (inappropriately, to my delight) before moving on to the next student. With only a few minutes left, Miss Morgan returned to her desk. She began reading something and I immediately knew it was my own paper from last night as her face went red and she looked up at me. I, of course, was already gazing at her so I gave her a long smile and made sure it was she who broke eye contact. Another student asked for help and Miss Morgan went to assist her. A few minutes later the bell rang and I got up to leave. As I was leaving, I walked up to her and grasped her hand warmly (but again appearing to anyone watching like this was no more than a handshake) while I gave the back of her hand a subtle caress with my thumb while I said, "Have a *very* good weekend, Miss Morgan," before I turned and left the classroom.
I then met Karen and since today's cheerleader workout would be after we arrived, we headed to the bus that would take us to our retreat. It was only an hour away, at a rental cabins place near a lake that's closed this time of year. The bus ride turned out to be Gossip Central and I learned more fake news in that hour than I had during the past three years. The rumours about me were hilarious! Disturbing but hilarious. I learned that:
\-I was being gangbanged regularly by the football team;
\-I'd had an abortion last summer;
\-I received such high marks because I was doing all the teachers, both men and women;
\-I was a crystal meth addict (no, of course not a recovering one) and lastly;
\-I had gotten onto the cheerleading squad by blackmailing Karen, although nobody appeared to know what kind of dirt about her I was threatening to expose.
Anyhow, we arrived at our destination and then were immediately subjected to a three-hour marathon workout. It was ridiculous! My whole body ached, even parts I hadn't known could ache. We were then sent to our cabins...each cabin housing four girls. Not surprisingly, I was assigned to be with Karen, Sabrina and Ashley. As I entered the cabin it felt like butterflies of nervousness were fluttering throughout my entire body because I knew that any minute now Karen would reveal our secret. I was excited because I couldn't wait to taste Ashley, but terrified of what Sabrina might do.
Ashley and Sabrina started to change into their nighties, while Karen came over for a surreptitious word. She spoke in a whisper as she handed me a shopping bag, "Here, go into the bathroom, remove all your clothes and put this outfit on instead; and *only* this outfit: no underwear at all."
"What is it?" I asked nervously, also whispering.
"You'll see," she said with a devious smirk.
"Ok," I said.
"And once you *come out*, and I mean that both ways, for the rest of the night you will address the rest of us as your Mistresses, with all that implies," she demanded with authority.
"Understood, Mistress Karen," I whispered. I then, both scared stiff and couldn't wait, went into the bathroom to discover what Mistress Karen had in store for me. I began opening the bag tentatively and finished quickly with dismay as I saw my outfit. It was a maid's outfit with black skirt, black thigh highs, four-inch heels, a transparent white blouse and a black patent leather collar with a leash. As instructed, I got completely undressed and put on the subservient (or sub-servant) outfit.
Just as I was finishing, Karen rapped loudly on the door, "Are you ready?"
"Almost," I replied.
"Tell me when you are, PomPom," she said in a command voice, clearly demonstrating her authority over me.
Sabrina also called out, "Yes, PomPom, get your ass out here; it's time for your initiation."
I put on the collar and slipped into the awkwardly high heels and called back, "I'm ready."
Karen then ordered me, "Come on out, PomPom."
I did, and involuntarily shrank back into the persona of the innocent shy girl I used to be last week. I was so nervous I couldn't even look any of the three girls in the eye.
Sabrina spoke up immediately and rudely, "Nice tits!" just to see me blush, which I did, as she added, "PomPom, get me a beer."
"Ok," I said.
I started toward the fridge, but she objected, "No, respond like a good PomPom."
I pondered this for a moment and then remembered what Karen had said, so I responded dutifully, "Yes, Mistress Sabrina."
Sabrina laughed raucously as she said, "Mistress? I love it! I was just expecting ma'am."
I blushed again, but went and grabbed her a beer, using the time to rally my courage. I handed it to Sabrina and said, now able to look her straight in the eye, "Here you are, Mistress Sabrina."
I then looked to Ashley and offered politely, "May I get you anything, Mistress Ashley?"
Ashley's face went red and she froze for a few moments in stunned silence before she regrouped and finally said, "Yes please, Jenny. I'll have a beer as well."
Karen then added, "Get me one too, PomPom slave."
"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said, and went and got two more beers.
I handed them both their beers and stood at attention like a maid would, already getting a bit turned on by my subservient role. I could do this. What's more, I was *born* to do this!
Karen demanded, "Get yourself a beer, slut, then come and join us."
"Yes, Mistress Karen," I obeyed, noticing Ashley's surprised face at my being called a slut.
I returned and then sat down on the one remaining empty chair. Karen then announced, "It's now Truth or Dare time for our little PomPom girl."
I knew immediately that soon all my secrets would be revealed; yet I wasn't worried, but rather relieved that the charade would come to an end. I would be outed to these two girls tonight just like I'd always known I would be, I would serve as their whore tonight, and that was the way it was. I realized I was looking forward to being their whore, especially Ashley's, yet even Sabrina's bossy demeanour had me going.
Karen took charge of course, saying, "Our PomPom can go first. As a matter of fact, slut Jenny, you may have *all* the turns. Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," I said.
"Have you ever fucked a boy?"
"No," I answered truthfully.
Sabrina then asked, "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," I said again.
"Have you ever been with a girl?"
"Yes," I replied not at all ashamed, my gaze not leaving Sabrina's. I gained confidence. Since I knew we were all sexual girls, and sworn to silence, which these three obviously were even if it hadn't been done formally, I didn't have a single secret I'd be reluctant to share. Bring it on!
Sabrina added, "Good to know," and took a sip of her beer.
Ashley then looked at me and I said, "Truth" before she could even ask.
Ashley pondered for a short while and finally asked, "Why did you decide you wanted to become a cheerleader?"
An innocent question on the surface, but my answer turned out anything but as I explained, "Mistress Karen suggested it over the phone on Sunday." I then paused for dramatic effect before adding, "Which was the day after I ate her out while she was at work."
Ashley let out a stunned gasp, while Sabrina gave Karen an 'I knew it' smirk. I casually took a swallow of my beer. Tried to do it casually anyway in spite of my jangling nerves.
Karen then asked, "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," I continued my comfortable pattern.
"How did you end up between my legs?" she asked, knowing perfectly well the answer.
I then explained, in lengthy detail for over ten minutes, between several more swallows of beer to help me give them more dramatic pauses, the whole sordid story from my masturbating fantasy, to Megan's seduction of me, to the encounter with Karen at her work which had led to such a delicious threesome.
Sabrina brayed, "I knew it! I knew there had to be a reason. It made no sense that you would suddenly become a PomPom."
Karen defended me by saying, "And she is making an *excellent* PomPom, aren't you my slut?"
"Yes, Mistress Karen," I responded obediently.
"Truth or dare?" Sabrina queried.
"Truth," I responded.
"Do you want to eat my pussy?" she asked, opening her legs slightly.
"Yes, Mistress Sabrina, I would love to eat your pussy," I said so courteously and matter-of-factly it was as if she'd offered me a coffee.
"Then come and do it," Sabrina demanded.
"All in good time," Karen countermanded.
"Fine," Sabrina huffed.
It was Ashley's turn, and I said, before she could ask me a question, "Dare." I thought it would be fun to see what the shy one of the group would request. She sat there for a long time, unsure what to ask.
Sabrina said, "Make her eat your pussy. I bet she wants to."
I gave Ashley a smile indicating that Sabrina was correct. But instead Ashley dared, "I dare you to dance for us."
This was actually worse than eating her pussy, as I was an awkward dancer unless I'd practiced a cheerleader routine. But Karen got up and plugged in her iPod and after a couple seconds of searching, a song began to play. It was Brittany Spears' 'I am a Slave for U.' I stood up and began dancing awkwardly to the song. All the more awkward since I was wearing four-inch heels. The song seemed to go on forever as I wiggled my butt, slid my hands up and down my breasts, and then assuming the persona of a stripper, I moved to Ashley and did a sexy lap dance for her. Ashley stared, obsessed with my seductive moves as I teased her, bringing my body so close to her tall body before moving away. I didn't have to bend down at all to get my mouth real close to her small breasts and reach out my lips as if I was about to kiss them. The song finally ended and I returned to my chair.
Karen then said, "*Dare* or dare?"
I smiled, realizing the game had changed.
"Um, that's a tough one! How about... dare?" I joked before adding, "And Mistress Karen, since it's your dare, how about something really daring? There isn't anything I won't do for you, so just go for it!"
Karen gave me a huge grin and paused to think of something before chugging the rest of her beer and saying, handing me the empty beer bottle, "You got it, slut! Fuck yourself to an orgasm."
"Yes, Mistress Karen, no problem," I agreed as I stood up to accept the bottle from her. I then removed my skirt and positioned my chair so everyone would have a good view before sitting back down and beginning to rub the bottle around my pussy lips. I slid the narrow top of the bottle inside my very wet pussy. I began to move the top half of the bottle in and out as I rubbed my swollen clit, soon becoming lost in the sensations and completely oblivious to the three sets of eyes watching me.
As I began moaning, Sabrina demanded, "Shove the bottle deeper, dyke."
"Yes, Mistress Sabrina," I moaned as I attempted to push the wider part of the bottle into my tight pussy. I let out a groan as the wider part of the bottle, wider than any toy that had ever been used to fuck me, slowly penetrated me. My groan became a whimper as a slight jolt of pain quivered throughout my body. I continued to push it gradually in deeper, until most of the bottle was filling my pussy.
I didn't notice Sabrina until her hand had slapped mine aside and began to pump the bottle vigorously in and out of me. "Take it *all*, you fucking slut," she barked as she fucked me ruthlessly. I whimpered, a mixture of pleasure and pain as I was assaulted by the bottle. But eventually my juices lubricated my entrance enough that the pain subsided and I began to thoroughly enjoy this bottle domination.
"I'm close to an orgasm," I gasped, "Please Mistress Karen, may I cum?"
"Do it, slut! Cum for us!"
"Thank you, Mistress! Sabrina, fuck me harder! Please get me off!"
Sabrina then jammed all but the last inch inside me and left it there while I screamed, "Yesssssssss!" and an intense orgasm hit me and my cum flooded out, strong enough to wash the the bottle completely out of me!
Sabrina was back in her chair, grinning ferally, "You really are a whore, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Sabrina," I moaned, "you have that exactly right," the continuing orgasm still bringing great pleasure to my whole body.
Sabrina retrieved the bottle from the (thankfully clean) floor, handed it to me and ordered, "Clean off your juices, slut."
"Yes, Mistress Sabrina, gladly," I obeyed, taking the bottle and deep throating it like a cock. I then removed it and licked around the rest of the bottle, retrieving any last juice.
Sabrina then looked arrogantly to Karen, "So can I use this cunt yet?"
Karen said nothing, but suddenly her face looked very fierce and she started *glaring* at Sabrina before slowly rising to her feet, silently showing her power. It was obvious that she was our leader and had great power and dominion over us, and she hadn't even said a word!
Suddenly she barked like Sabrina had barked at me but in a much louder voice, "Slut Sabrina, you may NOT use that cunt yet! Not until you pay your own dues!"
"Excuse me?" Sabrina objected defiantly, cowed, but trying not to show it.
"You have been questioning my decisions all week. You must PAY for your lack of loyalty."
"How so?" Sabrina asked, a little less defiant and a little more visibly worried.
Karen went to a bag, pulled out a thick butt plug and ordered, "Fuck yourself to an orgasm with this."
Sabrina looked at it disgustedly and refused, "Fuck it yourself, bitch. I would *never* do that."
Karen held the plug inches from Sabrina's face, trembling with fury but keeping it under control. She asserted, "Not only will you do it, you mealy worm..." she began as she grabbed a camcorder from her bag, "...you will do it on camera."
"No way!" Sabrina cried out, shocked.
Karen continued, now in a reasonable, level voice, "Look, my toxic little bitch. You have two choices. You will either do as you're told or you won't, and either way I win.
"If you do, then going forward you will join Jenny in being my little lez slave as well, but you also may, I do mean *may*, subject to my whim at any time, get to use Jenny as your own little dyke slave."
"On the other foot, the one in your ass, if you don't submit to me immediately, I will officially and publicly kick you off the team and since I don't really like you that much, that won't be much of a loss."
Sabrina was seething as she retaliated, "Then I'll just go and tell Coach Hopkins you're threatening me."
Karen laughed as she replied, some pictures almost magically appearing in her hand, "You may certainly do that if you wish, for my rebuttal I'll show these pictures of you being fucked by Mr. Paulson."
I gasped! Mr. Paulson was a chubby math teacher that nobody considered attractive.
Sabrina went instantly white. "H-h-how did you get these?"
"Oh, my dear, the *how* doesn't matter. Don't you understand I run this school? And you don't? The key is that I have them and I have no problem about shattering your rep and getting an ugly teacher fired. Plus, a better question is why you would fuck Paulson in the first place, there are lots of hotter teachers available."
Sabrina, wavering a bit, lower lip beginning to tremble, quavered, "He threatened to fail me last year."
"And?" Karen asked.
"I said I would do anything to pass, so he took me up on my offer."
"And you call *Jenny* a slut," Karen scoffed with contempt.
Sabrina said nothing, realizing she was busted and Karen had her by the balls. So to speak.
Karen assumed a dramatic pose and suddenly began orating a la Shakespeare! "So, you fell hoor, I will ask you only one more time: what be your choice? To be my slut or not to be my slut: that is the question. Whether it is nobler in your mind to suffer the bonds and cuffs of outrageous servitude, or to take futile arms against your rightful ruler and be swept away into notorious ignominy by a sea of trouble and by opposing me, thus guarantee the demise of your rep."
Karen then moved to stand regally in front of Sabrina, placed her hand on her shoulder and not even needing to push, guided her down onto her knees.
Sabrina did not resist, defeated.
Karen slid out of her skirt, presenting a shaved pussy to her assistant captain.
Karen then continued her sexually slanted Hamlet parody as she seductively said, her pussy now inches from Sabrina's face, "To beg: to submit: all night, and through obedience cease forever thy holier than thou attitude."
Sabrina had tears in her eye as she said, "Please Karen, I..."
Karen interrupted her, no longer misquoting Hamlet but adlibbing a brand-new Shakespearean script of her own, quoting, or rather not quoting, "Nay! I say thee nay! Beg not for mercy which thou deservest not from thy rightful Queen, but beg instead for mercy from the fair maid thou hast wronged!"
Then breaking character, she clarified in a growl, "In other words ass bitch, you've gotta beg Slut Jenny to fuck your sorry ass with this butt plug."
Sabrina looked at her, pleading desperately with her eyes, before submitting and looking to the floor. Then, knowing it was required, she crawled over to where I was still sitting in my chair, having been watching this Elizabethan melodrama unfold with my mouth hanging open the entire time.
Remaining on her knees, Sabrina fearfully clasped her hands together, holding them just beneath her chin, looked respectfully... yes, I couldn't believe it either, *respectfully!...* up into my very wide eyes and asked, "Mistress Jenny, may your unworthy former foe please speak?"
Seeing this as an opportunity to win points with Karen and Ashley by taking the high road, I replied as graciously as I could manage while trying not to giggle, "Yes, former foe Sabrina, you may speak."
Demonstrating the capacity for a bit of *Theatah* of her own, she proceeded, "Mistress Jenny, may your asinine assailant beg?"
Thanking my lucky stars the hadn't asked me for a 'boon' or my inner giggles would have come tumbling out for sure, I still managed to retain my dignity and replied formally, "Yes, asinine assailant Sabrina, you may beg."
"Then..." she managed, followed by a long pause while within, her pride strove mightily against her survival instinct with the survival team squeaking out a win, she finally continued, "Then, Mistress Jenny, I beg you, I beseech thee..." and finally bolting for the finish line she concluded, "Jenny, please fuck my butt hole like the ass slut I am!"
Knowing I couldn't maintain my composure much longer, I hung on with my own last shred of dignity, "Yes, Sabrina, it shall be my pleasure to fuck your treacherous white bottom with the royal sceptre."
I stood up, walked over to Karen and curtseyed. "Your Majesty," I requested formally, "might I borrow the royal sceptre for a necessity?"
Karen finally lost it and burst out laughing, immediately followed by the rest of us... Sabrina included!
Eventually we all had more or less recovered, and Karen handed me the butt plug, intoning, but through many giggles, "Princess Jenny, we are pleased to issue you the royal sceptre for your ummm...necessity. Please use it wisely and well." She then also handed me some lube and concluded the impromptu ritual with, "Fuck her good, babe. Don't be gentle."
"Understood, Mistress Karen," I responded.
Sabrina looked at me, still slightly scared, as I generously lubed the toy. I then sauntered over and ordered her in a growl of my own, surprising everyone including myself, "Bend over, bitch."
Sabrina glared at me furiously and began to say something, but wisely stopped herself before any incriminating sound could escape her lips and slowly obeyed me, trundling onto all fours. I then considerately lubed her ass as well, but then without any warning I began to slide the toy into her ass, using an initial strong thrust to 'seat' the implement. Sabrina gave out a rather loud scream as it penetrated her. Obeying Karen's command, I showed her no gentleness as I continued pushing the thick plug inexorably into her ass until I was satisfied for now with its depth. I don't know what came over me; maybe it was all the years of being looked down upon by Sabrina and sometimes being bullied as we grew up attending all the same schools together, or just her belligerent treatment of me this week, but I took this opportunity to verbally abuse her. A rush of adrenaline with a power I never thought I would have over a cheerleader. "How does that feel, you fucking bitch?"
Sabrina moaned in what I think might have been pleasure but hard to tell, and she didn't say anything.
I then smacked the plug deeper into her ass with my palm and insisted in a loud, forceful tone I didn't know I had, "Answer me, cunt!"
"It hurts, but it feels good too," she whimpered, her eyes showing the fear she had for the newly dominant me.
I pushed the plug in even deeper although more gently, and soon all six inches were filing her ass. I then growled, "Fuck yourself back on your toy, you slut. Fuck yourself to an ass orgasm, you butt slut!"
"Yes, Mistress," she moaned and I got exceedingly wet at being called *Mistress*.
"Mistress who?" I barked as I *slapped* her chunky ass almost as hard as I could.
"Yes Mistress *Jenny*," she whined.
I held the plug steady and watched as this chunky bitch, the bully who had always been so much better than everyone else, obeyed my command and began to bounce back on the plug. Her moaning got louder and louder as she continued to allow the plug to fill her ass deeper and deeper. Then finally she screamed with the full lung capacity of the cheerleader she was, as she reached orgasmic bliss from this humiliating debauchery.
Feeling my power for the first time in my life, I looked over at Ashley, who had been quiet this entire time), and who was rubbing herself frantically.
I slapped Sabrina's ass once more, hard, and leaving the plug in her ass, I walked over to confront Ashley. Of course she had never done anything to deserve my ire, but she did deserve something else, and paying that debt began with my respect. "Mistress Ashley?"
I was addressing her with professional courtesy, not as a submissive, standing over her.
"Umm... Yes... Mistress Jenny?"
No frills, I just said it: "Dare me to eat your pussy."
Ashley, desperate for an orgasm after watching all this sexual depravity begged me through a moan, "Please."
"Close enough," I quipped.
I immediately muff-dived between this beautiful, sweet, girl's legs. I instantly began working on her clit, and as soon as my tongue touched down on it she began to quake and moan and quiver and spray juice all over my face! I kept licking her right through her orgasm as I attempted to get her off again. I nibbled on her clit and slid a finger inside her. I pumped the finger in and out of her surprisingly tight pussy. She continued to give me moans of pleasure as I continued pleasuring her cunt. Her first orgasm now completed, I then slowed down so I could savour her deliciousness. I licked slowly, my finger still lodged deep inside her, but remaining still. I lovingly slid my tongue up and down her pussy lips, continuing to tease her. I then slid down a bit more and surprised her a bit when my tongue flicked lightly across her anal pleasure spot. I stiffened my tongue and pushed it into her, just slightly breaking her anal taboo, and then returned to her pussy.
I heard her whisper, in a pleading and insecure tone, "Please, Jenny, I'm sorry, but I still need to cum again."
I looked up along her tall, slender body to her soulful brown eyes, smiled at her and experienced a surprisingly intense thrill of pleasure through my body as she smiled back. I then said, "Yes, Mistress Ashley, I would love to give you another cum."
I then dove back between her legs and attacked her pussy with an aggressive mixture of licking, nibbling and fingering. This focused assault on her pussy very soon had her moaning and moaning until her legs tightened around my head and a fresh gush of cum exploded all over my face. I had never seen someone gush so much cum from her vagina. I kept licking and licking, attempting to swallow as much of her delicious love juice as possible.
Finally she pushed me away saying, "Please Jenny, no more."
I looked up at her sorrowfully, thinking I had failed. She recognized what I was experiencing and apologized. "I'm sorry, Jenny, that wasn't what you think. You've just given me the most intense orgasm of my life, and I got so oversensitive I just needed to allow it to flow through me."
"Oh," I said with a relieved sigh, "I was afraid I had disappointed you, Mistress Ashley."
"God no," Ashley said, perspiration dripping down her face, "That was the most amazing high I've ever felt!"
"Then thank you for allowing me to pleasure you," I said sincerely. I looked around and saw that Sabrina was still on all fours, but now was between Karen's legs and licking her pussy. The butt plug was still lodged inside her ass.
Ashley then said, "Can I do you?"
"You don't have to do that," I refused shyly, "You are one of my Mistresses and I am here to please you."
"But I want to," Ashley said, and then realizing how serious and obedient I was, she assumed a loud, assertive voice and ordered me, "Pet Jenny, I demand that you lay back instantly, spread your legs for me and allow your Mistress to give you the best orgasm that I can!"
"YES, Mistress Ashley!" I obliged excitedly as I lay back on the floor and opened my legs. To my surprise, Ashley first threw away all the momentum we had generated as she slowly leaned into my face and kissed me gently. Her soft lips were bestowing within me a tenderness I had never felt from anyone before, and chills were racing up and down my spine. The kiss... no more than a kiss, although a French one, was accompanied by her loving embrace that lasted I don't know how many minutes as we explored each other's mouths. I could have remained like this with her all night, my pussy getting wetter and wetter, but sadly for me, she eventually broke the kiss.
However, all was well with us as she held my head in place and kissed her way around my face until she could begin nibbling my left ear, her hot breath illogically providing me with another chill to thrill my body. She then removed her hands from me and kissed her way lower, unbuttoned my sheer blouse, and took my left breast hungrily into her mouth. She spent minutes exploring every region of my breasts and belly. Still bestowing on me continuous soft kisses and gentle nibbles that now had love juice trickling from my desperate cunt, she continued her travels down my body, detoured cruelly around my soaked pussy and skated her wet tongue all the way down the inner surface of my right nylon-covered leg.
She then discovered my all-time weakness and I groaned helplessly, lost in delirium as one by one, she sucked each of my toes into her mouth through the sheer black nylon. I totally gave myself to her as I moaned like a girl getting fucked, but in reality only because of the focused pleasure she was providing not to my pussy, but even better it seemed, to my toes and my foot. She then took my other foot and did the same thing, staring up the length of my body into my eyes the whole time, but saying nothing. She massaged my left foot and toes just as sensuously and completely as she'd done the first, before gliding her hands back up my stocking-clad leg. She continued up my body, again bypassed my pussy (again with such casual cruelty) and in time returned back to my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth and we kissed again, this time her knee pressing and gently thrusting against my pussy, a treasure that I welcomed so eagerly! Her insistent pressure soon had me moaning into her mouth as she now moved her knee randomly around, teasing me mercilessly.
My moans got louder and ever more needy until finally Ashley asked me, "Jenny, do you want me to lick your vagina?"
I smiled at her use of the conservative word 'vagina', still speaking so properly considering the circumstances, and replied with no small amount of passion, "Yes, please, Mistress Ashley."
Her knee leaned into me harder as she qualified, "I will do so on one condition, dear Jenny."
"Anything," I quivered, my ability to speak crumbling because of the pressure down below.
"Jenny, you must not call me mistress," she said tenderly, "for that is not who I am. I am your equal and your lover because I like you, dear Jenny. You must call me Ashley, or any sweet endearment you choose, but never mistress."
I didn't know where to put myself! I discovered that I liked her as well (in a way much more than just sex), with a passion that surely matched the love she was claiming she held for me, but at this moment I needed to climax almost more than I needed to breathe! I responded desperately, "Oh Ashley, I love you too, and sometime soon I hope to find the words to tell you how much I do, but for now, dear, sweet, beautiful, wonderful Ashley I beg you... PLEASE eat me, PLEASE ravish me, I need to cum so badly!"
For the first time in I don't know how many minutes my head cleared sufficiently that I found myself looking across the room to see Karen seated on a chair and watching my lover and me intently as Sabrina sat on her haunches beside her on the floor exactly like an obedient puppy dog. To make the scene even more humiliating (for Sabrina, certainly not for anyone else), Karen was petting Sabrina's hair like she would a dog's. Karen smiled and winked at me.
I smiled back and mouthed a 'thank you' before closing my eyes again. I then just let myself go and surrendered as Ashley continued to pleasure me. As she had required of me, not as submissive to Mistress, but I surrendered as someone who had been enduring as half a person her entire life might surrender upon the joyous discovery of the other half of herself. This may sound crazy, but I was surrendering to myself, and in so doing I was becoming whole for the first time ever. Perhaps another way of describing this experience is that I had found my soul mate, and the newly discovered other half of my soul was making sweet love to me. Eventually I could feel my orgasm approaching, not like breakers crashing, but like the inexorable swelling of a calm ocean. I moaned, "I'm cumming sweet Ashley, please don't stop."
Ashley, hearing my request and knowing my need as if it were her own, slid three gentle fingers inside my ocean of juice and captured my whole clit ever so gently but insistently into her mouth. I instantly screamed from the new double pleasure, and within seconds my orgasm erupted out of me. Like I had done, Ashley continued licking and fingering me as the orgasm swelled through me and thrilled every part of my body. Eventually the pleasure became too intense, and just as Ashley had, I begged her, "Please stop."
Ashley did, smiled at me and said, "See?"
I smiled weakly, trying to catch my breath as I responded, "Yes."
Ashley moved back up and pressed her body against me as we kissed one more time. Like the previous kisses, our kiss was electric and passionate but most of all, tender. We kissed for countless minutes, with no other agenda other than to remain immersed in each other's passion.
It was finally Karen who broke up our make-out session by announcing, "Well, we should probably hit the hay, ladies; drill sergeant Hopkins will be working us like rented mules tomorrow.
Ashley broke our kiss and helped me to my feet.
Karen walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek, removed the collar I had long since forgotten I was even wearing, and fastened it on Sabrina. She then asked Sabrina, kind of *intoned* to Sabrina, "Do you have anything to say to Jenny?"
Sabrina looked at me, completely humiliated, and said, "I'm very sorry, Jenny. I'm sorry for everything. I promise to do much better for you."
I smiled at her and grasped her shoulder gently, saying simply, "It's ok."
Karen then said to Ashley and me rather jovially, "I *thought* you two would hit it off! Jenny, did you know that Ashley is a lesbian?"
"I do now," I laughed.
Karen then said seriously and sincerely, "You two make an adorable couple."
Ashley blushed, but reached for my hand. I looked up at Ashley and then a flood of realization hit me as I realized it wasn't Karen I was in love with, it was Ashley! Even after all I had felt and experienced just now while Ashley had been making love to me, the penny still hadn't dropped. The rest of me was completely onboard, but you know the old saying, "The head is the last to be told!" (Okay, maybe it's a new saying.)
Karen smiled, "Jenny, I have a new slave" as she patted Sabrina like a puppy again. "So if you two want to be an item, I will allow it."
I looked at Ashley, who looked at me and asked with noticeable insecurity, "Are we an us?"
I smiled back, nervous as well, but knowing that even if it took forever for it to sink in past her insecurities, I was hers for as long as she would have me. Meaning it with all my heart I told my lover, "I would love that."
Ashley kissed me again, so very gently as I reciprocated in kind.
But then Karen kinda broke the mood by adding, "But don't think it will be that easy, you two. Jenny still has a mistress in Megan, and I'll still expect to be able to use Jenny on occasion if I wish or if Sabrina isn't handy."
Ashley seemed a bit disappointed by this, but I was secretly thankful. I'm not sure I could commit to just one girl. I knew I could give Ashley my entire heart, but never exclusive use of my body, especially not all the best parts. I needed to be dominated sometimes, and Ashley was obviously way too sweet to dominate me.
"Understood," I said.
Karen then added, "Plus, both Mistress Megan and I still expect you to finish your seduction of Miss Morgan."
"Of course," I said, as Ashley gave me a look of surprise and I promised in a whisper, "I'll explain later, my love.
"And," Karen finished, "I still plan to seduce your mother."
"I figured you might," I said giving Ashley's hand a soft squeeze of support.
Karen then began walking to her bedroom, with Sabrina following on all fours led by the leash. Karen called back, "Get a room, you two dykes. One room, one bed! Just saying; you'll figure it out."
Ashley and I watched Karen and Sabrina leave and then wordlessly we went to Ashley's room, which was now our room. Both of us exhausted sexually, we climbed under the blankets and just cuddled. I fell asleep with Ashley's arms wrapped around me. I had never felt such warmth in my life. In her arms, life made sense.
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**SATURDAY FEBRUARY 8****<sup>th</sup>****: The Last Card Played**
I woke up in someone's arms, which I'd never done before, and then it all came flooding back to me: these were Ashley's arms! I rolled over and Ashley was awake, smiling at me. She leaned in and kissed me. She then bumped noses with me and said, "That was one crazy night."
I smiled back and said, "Yes, but believe it or not, there have been even crazier ones of late."
"I suppose," Ashley said; "what did Karen mean about Miss Morgan?"
"I've been working on seducing my English teacher Miss Morgan all week and making good progress, although we haven't rung the bell," I explained.
"She is gay?"
"I don't know if she's *gay* precisely, but she definitely likes women," I said, and then explained the whole week.
"Oh, wow," Ashley said, as the alarm went off. (No, nothing was wrong, just the alarm on the clock.) She then said reluctantly, "Well, we'd better get up. If we're late, Hopkins will crush us."
"Ok," I said and we got up. We got dressed and went into the living room.
Karen and Sabrina were not out yet, so we knocked on their door. Karen bellowed, "Come on in."
We did, and were sudden witnesses to Sabrina handcuffed to the bed, the butt plug still in her ass, with Karen sitting on her face. It was an obscene, yet hot scene. "I'm sitting on my slut, I'm almost there," she said, "so soon I'll get off, har de har."
We watched in silence until Ashley reminded us, "We're going to be late."
"Shit," Karen said, frustrated, and then began rubbing her ass all over her new slut. She then stood up and said, "You'll be punished later slut, for not getting me off in time." She then released Sabrina from her restraints and grabbed her clothes.
Sabrina looked at Ashley and me, humiliated but uncomplaining, before getting up off the bed, her face wet with Karen's juice.
I couldn't help but smile as we left and waited in the other room. A couple of minutes later, Karen and Sabrina both came out dressed and composed, and we all silently headed off to breakfast.
If I'd thought the prior week of practice was intense, or that Friday had been brutally painful, all that was nothing compared to what Coach Hopkins had in store for us that morning! The entire morning was dedicated to extreme conditioning, and she was particularly hard on the rather weary and out of it Sabrina. By lunchtime I thought I was going to die. After lunch though, we worked on our routine for States, and that was so much fun! I don't know if Karen had talked to Coach Hopkins or not, but I was surprised to learn I was fully involved in all the routines, while the younger PomPoms seethed on the sidelines.
I have never felt such a part of something in my life! It was so exciting to be a member of a team, to belong to the in crowd. We trained until 5:30 before we got on the bus and headed home, exhausted.
The bus ride back was anticlimactically tame as we were all too weary even to talk. Ashley and I held hands in the dark and I fell asleep on her shoulder and was surprised to see the lights of town already approaching when I awoke. When we arrived back at the school, the four of us all piled into Karen's car. Sabrina sat in the front while Ashley and I sat in the backseat.
As Karen drove she said, "Well ladies, that was fun, and you all know that what happens at Cheerleading Camp stays at Cheerleading Camp, understood?"
"Yes," we all replied in perfect unison.
The rest of the drive was silent, although I felt a sudden sweet warmth float through me when Ashley reached for my hand. I took it and gave it a squeeze to let her know I appreciated her.
Karen dropped me off first. I said, "Bye, thanks girls, it was fun." I blew them all a kiss and headed into my house. I was exhausted, but it was only eight o'clock. My Mom wasn't home, so I went upstairs and logged onto my computer. I checked my email and then decided to see if Miss Morgan was on.
When I logged in I was happy to see that she was. I decided to see if she would contact me first. As I expected, she did:
**Wanda87:** Hi...you there?
**Subinstockings:** Yes, Mistress Wanda; just got home.
**Wanda87:** I looked for you last night...
**Subinstockings:** Sorry, I was away with some friends.
**Wanda87:** I see.
**Subinstockings:** What are you wearing mistress?
**Wanda87:** just jeans and a t-shirt.
**Subinstockings:** I am in my cheerleading outfit.
**Wanda87:** You're a cheerleader?
**Subinstockings:** Yes.
**Wanda87:** I was one too. :)
**Subinstockings:** You were? Did you have any sexual experiences with your teammates?
**Wanda87:** In college, yes.
**Subinstockings:** Were you in charge? Or submissive?
**Wanda87:** Neither...it just happened. It didn't mean much, we just played around.
**Subinstockings:** I see. I am also wearing stockings. Black ones.
**Wanda87:** With your cheerleading outfit?
**Subinstockings:** Yes. I like to dress provocatively.
**Wanda87:** I see.
**Subinstockings:** Can I please u in real life?
**Wanda87:** Umm...I don't know.
**Subinstockings:** U don't want me? :(
**Wanda87:** It's not that. It's just I have never done this before.
**Subinstockings:** Me neither...not like this. But I want to.
**Wanda87:** I want you too.
**Subinstockings:** I am tired tonight and need to sleep. But tomorrow I will be at Starbucks on Winter Street at 11:30am. I will be wearing my cheerleader's outfit. You won't be able to miss me. If you are not there, I will understand; if you are, I will be your sub for the afternoon and do whatever you want. Goodnight.
I then logged out before she could respond. I smiled. All my cards had been played, and played well, I think. I would learn tomorrow if I had won the jackpot.
Oddly, I went to bed thinking about Ashley even as I was attempting to finish my seduction of Miss Morgan. I tried to forget about Ashley, about how good it felt to be in her arms, but the feeling of warmth still filled me with joy. The confusing emotions had my mind reeling and I was an emotional mess. I loved being Megan's slave, I enjoyed being Karen's slut, and I was enjoying and looking forward to finishing my seduction of Miss Morgan...yet, as I drifted to sleep, all I could think of was Ashley. Ashley's body, Ashley's smile and sex or not, how I felt when her arms were around me. As I faded into sleep I wondered, had this whole week of submission and seduction ended with me falling in love?
**THE END... of Chapter 3... Continued in Chapter 4** | literotica |
James was nervous, but his new girlfriend Jess was gorgeous with her dark mocha toned skin and long straight black hair. They had only gone on two dates but when she asked him over to her apartment for a bit of fun he didn't hesitate. The sheer arousal he felt for her was enough to be a counterweight for his nerves. She put on rhythmic music and started to dance almost immediately after he sat on the edge of her bed. She started subtly, but quickly got into the rhythm of the song and started to belly dance for him. She started because she loved the song, but grinned mischeiviously as she seen him following her every move with his eyes and tented pants. She undid her pants, then untied her top. Dipping low several times and swinging her hips with the dance she snaked her way out of the tight pants without touching them. In fluid motion she tossed her skimpy shirt onto his face and by the time he removed it, her bra was off and she slowly lowered it as she continued to dance. Once she shimmied her panties down and kicked them off over his shoulder, she finally stopped her sexy dance and knelt in front of him. Using her tongue and teeth only she undid his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear with a single index finger. Jess pressed her tits in his face as she half stood and gripped his shirt, pulling it up and off.
James grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down, rolling over onto her now in the middle of the bed, pinning her for a moment, she growled seductively, enjoying the dominance.
"Why don't I help that stiff dick get lathered up?"
James let her up and moved back, resting on his elbows. Her dark red lips engulfed his dick quickly to the base of its six inch length. It felt wonderful, but not too far into it she stopped, looking a bit puzzled at it.
"Uh, is something wrong?"
James' eyebrow raised. "What do you mean...?"
She blushed slightly motioning to his penis. "W-well I know this isn't its full size..."
Now James' face went bright red! She was expecting bigger?! He was full erection! His size was perfectly average...he didn't know what to say.
Jess glanced away a moment from the awkwardness. "Its OK, a lot of guys don't know how to get it fully up! I don't even care if this was the full size, its just...I can tell it isn't."
Still not knowing what to say, James just went along. He didn't want to argue with her and kill the mood, this was as big as it got. Jess pressed both index fingers into the area just over his dick as if feeling for something, then pressed in and massaged two very specific points, telling him she learned this technique as well as belly dancing when she was studying abroad. She very gently traced fingers up his dick, following the veins and told him to focus on her tits, and will his dick bigger. What? Just mentally tell it to get bigger, was she serious!? What sort of wiles willed willies? He tried to relax his lower body around the shaft, hoping maybe increased blood flow would help. After several long moments of concentrating on his dick and her perfect supple dark tits, she spoke up again. Jess told him to think of something he disliked about himself, and imagine blowing it out his dick. Odd therapy, but why not? He was willing to do just about anything to get this ball rolling back into the gutter where it belongs.
James remembered a horrible moment when he was in grade school, he was about to show off a trick he learned but tripped on his shoelaces and ate shit so hard everyone was laughing too hard to see any second attempts. He wished he could cum that memory away for sure. But as he thought that an odd feeling came over him and suddenly he couldn't remember everyone who was there. It was a very subtle tingling warmth that passed through his entire body, heading toward his crotch and concentrating. Now he couldn't remember anyone who was there, or what trick he was trying to do in the first place. James felt like he was getting an erection even though he already had one! Like trying to hold water in your hand, his memory continued to slip away till he couldn't even remember what he was trying to remember! His eyes focussed back on his dick and it looked a tiny bit bigger! Or at least harder- with reddened glans and aggressive veins. Jess smiled, telling him he did a good job.
"The first is the hardest, because you don't quite know how and your body isn't used to it. It gets easier every time. You should keep going. ANYTHING you don't like about yourself, just throw it away and use it to feed your dick! I bet your cock's actual max size is really impressive."
James was still in disbelief but went through his memories, piling all the negative ones into his dick. Each contributed very little to his physical size, but together it was certainly noticeable. Jess kept encouraging him to dump more in! She suggested things with a bit more substance- personality traits he wished he didn't have or knowledge he wasn't actually going to find a use for. She was right about it getting easier- the flowing sensation through his body didn't even happen now, and he felt his cock swelling up almost instantly. One, two, three inches more, and a bit more girth to boot. Jess grabbed the large bulbous head in her hand- reaching just far enough around the glans to hook her fingertips around the corona and squeeze gently. James groaned in need, wanting to get off already! The bigger it got the more needy it became, the more pent up he felt. She told him where he should stuff his impatience, and there was another half inch. As much as he loved having a huge dick now...it was maybe a bit on the too big side? Jess didn't seem intimidated by it, but it was longer than his forearm, if James had to guess he wouldn't have thought something that big would even fit in her. He told her his concerns and said they should probably stop.
"But...you don't even know what your actual max size is yet? You know how many dudes would kill for a huge dong? Tell you what, you should just stuff your worry into that thick meat stick of yours so you can focus on enjoying it more."
That didn't sound like a good idea, but before he could worry about his worries it was gone and his dick stretched bigger. Before it was something he had to concentrate on but it was so easy now just considering it made it happen. Jess squeezed the glans and tickled the fingers of her other hand up his gigantic shaft, telling him things he probably didn't need to feed his dick. The ability to feel pain, his negative emotions, memories of his childhood, free will. His cock stretched absurdly big, and while that last item gave him pause, his ability to be worried about it was already gone. Jess reasoned that free will meant choice, and choosing can be hard. Why bother thinking about things when you can just go with the flow?
James groaned and squirmed as his massive shaft wobbled back and forth in Jess' grip, and she knew he was too far to back down now. Why would he need to think about anything when he has a dick this big? Just shove that in his dick, his ability to write, read, how to do math, what his own name is, junk like that. By now the huge cock was towering over both of them and the best Jess could do with both hands was just hold it steady- if it fell over it was so rigid and big it would yank James off the bed with it. James could barely put together a coherent thought, and when he did he accidentally put that in his dick too. He even started to shrink, giving his size over to the dick. Jess just caressed the throbbing veiny shaft and looked over the diminishing James, listing off everything about him she could think of. One by one, those things stuffed into his cock and it continued to grow. Just the brief period of time where his brain tried to understand the word she speaks is enough to draw it out and into his dick. Instead of resisting it because it was an unknown concept, James' body was now resisting everything else, and trying to pull everything in even without his conscious input.
Jess drooled a bit, having to crane her neck back to look up at the stiff rim of the corona far above as the cockhead thumped against the roof and the bed started to bend down from the pressure. James shrank away as he was reduced to a drooling idiot; all thoughts having gone into forcing his cock still bigger. The springs in her bed exploded out from under them, collapsing the frame. It created enough momentary give for the giant cock to spring sideways and slam on the floor, covering the entire room up to her door- conveniently preventing it from being opened from the outside right now. What was left of James looked like a weird doll, or human shaped blob. Wedged between balls and cock, his body had lost definition and shape to his cock, causing him to look less and less human. Jess also noted it had stopped there, but that was fine. She reached past the fleshy blob to caress the sides of his aching balls, and reminded him not to neglect those. His cock was overstuffed- it finally ran out of room, but his balls didn't. Reduced to a tiny blob, then nothing more than a lump, and then nothing at all, his balls swelled slowly with what little remnants of James there was left, but then ballooned in size tremendously and finally stopped. The final surge had been his life and existence. Now he was the cock itself. He had no eyes or ears to see or hear with, no mind to think with, but he could still feel. And as a gargantuan cock, everything he felt must be real nice.
Jess pat the side of the shaft with a smile. "See? You could do way better. Now you can be my new toy to grind against. Ooooh and I bet your balls make a nice seat. And I can cuddle you in bed! I mean...this probably isn't what you had in mind." Jess shrugged.
She felt a little guilty for manipulating him into this, but he wanted pleasure and she delivered. It was his will that stuffed his dick, she just told him how. The small nagging guilt passed quickly enough, as her nipples hardened from the pressure. | yiff-extreme |
In for a penny, In for a pound “Good morning, honey.”
“Good morning, love.”
“Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes”
“Thanks, I’m just not sure I can eat this morning.”
“Why, is something the matter?”
“It’s nothing, I’m fine, just going to skip breakfast this morning.”
“Are you sure? You look a bit distressed.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. But I think I need some new pants. I must have put on a little weight over the holidays. Everything feels a bit too tight.”
“Hmm, I think we can go shopping next Saturday if you want. Most of your shirts are getting ratty anyway.”
“Crap. There goes the ball game.”
“What? If you need new clothes, we need to go buy them.”
“I just hate shopping. Besides I’m supposed to watch the game with Carl and Eugene.”
“You can record the game, and the guys can spare you for one Saturday. Besides, it’s not like I enjoy shopping. We’ll be in and out in an hour or two if we go early. Then you won’t even have to miss the game.” “You only hate it because you change size every month for a couple of days, and can’t stand that you have to suddenly shop in the plus department because your ass got a bit thick for the weekend.”
“A bit thick? I put on a hundred pounds last time. A bit thick, indeed.”
“So?”
“I only normally weight a hundred and twenty. And don’t you say another word about my weight.”
“Aww, I know, but you fill out so nicely.”
“Quit fidgeting and let me look at that waist band.”
“No, it’s okay. I can manage. Oof. See?”
“I’m calling bullshit. What’s really going on?”
“It’s nothing! I promise.”
“Liar. Your button just nearly took my eye out as it made a mad dash for freedom. Now let me see!”
“Okay, okay! More than a little weight. Hey quit tugging!”
“Um, honey, you’re growing a tail.”
“What? I am not. Oh, hey that tickles.”
“Take those pants off, right now before I have to cut them off you. You’re calling out sick.”
“But I have to give a presentation today!” “Get Carl to do it. You’re not going, and unless I miss my guess, you’re going to be growing tusks in a moment.”
“What?!”
“Did I bite you last time I changed?”
“A little, I think. It’s not like it bled or anything.”
“Shit. I told you to tell me if I bit you. Hell, I told you not to let me bite you.”
“It was just a little nibble.”
“Fuck. I’m contagious during the full moon, remember? God, how many times did I have to remind you not to let me bite you?”
“Was that the full moon? I thought you were just being extra frisky.”
“You know it was. As is tonight. Hell, I’m already sporting my tail. I’m half amazed you haven’t tugged on it.”
“You’re wearing a robe; I can’t see it.”
“That’s never stopped you before.”
“True. Oh, wait, does that mean you’re already sporting the extra titties?”
“They popped in an hour ago. Now, come on focus! Pants off.”
“Can I play with them?”
“In a bit. Now quit it, you need to take this seriously.” “Alright, I am. What do I… ooh what smells so good. There’s just like the greatest smell ever in here.”
“Um, that would be my pheromones, silly. You’re about to find out first hand what this has been like for me all my life.”
“Um…”
“Yeah, take a minute to process it because as soon as that dick of yours turns into a corkscrew, I’m going to demand the best screwing of my life.”
“This doesn’t seem so bad now.”
“Oh, it’s going to take some getting used to, but if you’re going to be half pig tonight, I damned well want the benefits.”
“I guess I can live with that.”
“You’re going to have to. Now come here and give me a kiss.” | yiff-extreme |
Title: Cosmic Plaything by Exilo
Tags: Ass, Booty, Bunny, Butt, Detachment, Dildo, F/F, Horse, Kissing, Lesbians, Lion, Lioness, Lizard, Penis, Plush, Rabbit, Scales, Scaly, Sex, Tit Fucking, Tits, Tongue, Tonguing, Toys, Transformation, Wolf, butt crush, doll, smother, unaware
"Albert, you ren da dianhua gei ni. Ta de mingzi shi Jeff zai mei guo."
Puzzled, Albert took the phone from his friend and put it to his large, rounded ear. "Ni hao?"
"Albert, speak English."
"Tarn? Your real name is Jeff?"
"That's not important Albert. Look... uhm.. I might have gone into your room."
"You jin qu wo de fang jian?!"
"English Albert! Speak English, or I will come down there and do things to you that I can only describe as extremely undiplomatic."
Albert sighed, regaining his usual composure. He turned, resting his back against the wall and closing his eyes, head tilted up. "What were you doing in my room?"
"Look... I went into your room and just wanted to look around. I saw a statue of a little masturbating rat. I picked it up and... I may have broken it. What was it? Something important."
Albert sighed. "No, just something I got in China Town when Xander and I went into the city last summer. It..." He sighed. "Why did you have to touch it? Xander bought it for me."
"I'm sorry Albert, I'll buy you another one. I just need to know, is there something... special about it? Was it cursed or anything?"
Albert looked to the phone, one brow raised and the opposite eye squinting in a sign of confusion. "No, it's just a little thing Xander got me. Why? What do you think I keep in my room?"
"Thanks for nothing, rodent."
Tarn slammed the phone on the receiver. Unsatisfied, he picked the phone up and slammed it again, and again, until suddenly the receiver broke off its mount on the wall and fell to the ground. Tarn stomped it furiously, before kicking it into a corner and stomping to his room, where his detached penis was resting on a pillow.
Three days ago, Xander and Sadie finally came back from their camping trip. Sadie casually tossed the dildo onto Tarn's bed. She scribbled a thank you note and an apology, and taped it to the dildo's head. It could have been worse, he figured. She could have stapled the note on.
Tarn had managed to keep everyone unaware of his little... problem. Telling Xander or Sadie would just make them feel awful about all they had put him through. Telling someone like Irwin or Yolanda would just cause them to grow so fascinated by the dildo they would probably steal it in the night. Not like anyone could help anyway. Not like Albert could, which meant he was totally fucked.
Tarn stroked the dildo, his detached penis, very gently as he sat down on the bed. The wow factor of it had long passed, succumbing to a constant sense of worry and fear, especially after what Xander and Sadie had inadvertently put him through. He had gone into Albert's room, and accidentally broken one of Albert's statues. That had to be the cause of all that had happened. And since, right about now he was willing to try anything; he left his room and headed for Albert's.
Tarn pushed a chair up against the shelf, and climbed onto it, quickly spotting the statue of the masturbating rat. He scooped it up, and then carefully picked up the broken penis between two fingers. He sat down at Albert's desk, and checked the draws, at last finding some glue. Dabbing the sticky white against the penis' base, he very carefully placed it against the statue's crotch (making sure it wasn't upside down.) He applied pressure for several minutes, and then eased his hand back. He used a Q-Tip Albert probably used to clean his large ears to dab any excess glue from around the base, and then looked the statue over. There was still an ugly crack at the statue's crotch, showing where the erection had snapped off, but it was something. Holding the statue with the care he would a baby, Tarn walked back to the shelf, and very carefully climbed onto the chair. Holding the statue around the shoulders (a thicker part of it,) he placed the statue back where he had found it, and then slowly leaned back. He gave a sigh of relief, and then turned to leap off the chair. Maybe if he put his penis against his crotch, it would somehow heal. Yeah... that made lots of sense.
As he landed on the ground, the room shook just a bit, and Tarn suddenly heard something hit the ground behind him. His heart leapt into his throat, and although some part of him was terrified of turning around and seeing the statue shattered into pieces, eventually he forced himself to turn and look behind him. He gave a long sigh of relief.
It had just been a little plush toy that fell off one of the high shelves, something that Ophelia had bought Albert for his birthday last year. It was, simply put, a little plush toy version of Albert the rat, sharing his fur pattern and his sapphire eyes and his ugly brown nose and furless tail. Tarn squatted and picked the doll up, looking it over briefly, before growing bored. He was terrified of touching the shelf any more than he had to, and settled for simply tossing the plush toy onto Albert's bed. He felt better now. Why hadn't he glued the statue in the first place?
It was in the hallway that he started to feel the first hints of oddness. He felt just a little dizzy, just a little shaky, and found it prudent to brace himself against the wall until the woozy spell passed. When it finally did, he continued to his bedroom, and quickly pulled off his pants and shirt. Then he lay down, and gripping his detached penis tight, he placed it against his furless groin and waited for something to happen.
XXX
"Tarn?" Ophelia asked, knocking on his door. "Tarn, are you asleep?" She spent a moment toying with one of her large ears, before trying the door. The door wasn't locked, and the knob turned without much resistance, so Ophelia opened the door a crack and peeked her head inside. "Tarn?" she asked again. "Are you here? I didn't see you leave."
She didn't see Tarn, and it wasn't like he was a small wolf or the room was so gigantic he could be hiding in one of the corners. She stepped inside, and looked around. When she came upon the mirror, she did what she always did, and made sure her fur was properly groomed and her ears were hanging just the right amount, and her dress was free of wrinkles. Ophelia was a beautiful rabbit, there were few who could deny that. Her fur was a rare shade of auburn, and so meticulously groomed every day, it practically glowed. The exception was her russet hair, which was worn to her shoulders and a large russet spot over her right eye. She was curvy and shapely, with large, plump breasts and wide, distinctly womanly hips, and her figure was augmented with the purple dress she was presently wearing. She couldn't resist making sure that she looked her best whenever she passed a mirror, and satisfied with herself, she resumed looking around the room. Eventually, her eyes happened upon the bed, and the large dildo that was sitting on it.
"Oh yes, Sadie told me about this. She said she gave Xander quite a party with it." Ophelia picked it up with her small hands, and looked it over. She dropped it in fright when she felt an almost real pulse throbbing through the latex skin, reacting to her touch, but then smiled and picked it up again. "The craftsmanship is incredible. This would really make the slumber party much more interesting... and I'm sure Tarn wouldn't mind..." She smiled, and then looked down at the bed once more, this time her eyes happened upon an adorable plushy that looked remarkably like Tarn. She set the dildo down, trading it for the plush doll. It had the same black fur as Tarn, and the same white spot over its right eye, and the same white underbelly and the same red Mohawk. She leaned down and very gently kissed the plush doll's belly, then brought her lips higher, and touched them to the doll's adorable button nose. She smiled at it. "Well, it's supposed to be a girls-only party, but I don't think anyone would object to someone as cute as you, now would they?"
She held the plush doll against her chest like she might a baby, its nose cutely between her breasts, and then reached for the dildo. It was probably just her mind, but it seemed to have grown harder, and the pulse increased significantly. It was probably just how the dildo was programed, and it was going through its cycle. She wrapped it in a pillow case, before she walked to the living room where everyone else was waiting for her.
"Tarn gone?" Sadie asked, sitting in the large green chair that was normally reserved for Xander's rump. Her head was resting over one arm of the chair, her feet resting over the other. She was wearing a white tank top and a pair of red pants, like she always did. Yolanda the horse was sitting on the couch. Yolanda was, by far, the largest girl in the room, and the largest person who lived in the apartment. She was taller than Tarn even, but only by a lone inch. Her fur was black, and her hair was silver, and she was presently wearing a pair of orange pants, cut off high on the thigh, and an orange midriff that barely kept her ample cleavage under control.
Compared to them, Ophelia looked even better, because both of them were lacking something important. Sure, Yolanda's breasts were of an impressive dimension, but for a horse, her hips were almost comically narrow and her ass was somewhat flat. And Sadie had shapely and firm buttocks, but had the chest of a prepubescent boy. Not to mention, neither of the girls were that concerned with their appearance. Sadie's fur never glowed like Ophelia's did, and Yolanda's hair was often knotted and dirty. Ophelia had the whole package, and took no small amount of pride in that fact, how utterly stunning she did look.
"Anyone remember Tarn getting this?" Ophelia asked, holding out the plush doll.
"He buys the weirdest shit," Yolanda muttered.
Ophelia placed the plush doll down on the coffee table, no longer interested in it, and sat down beside it. "Boys are gone, right?"
Sadie nodded this time. "Irwin is at the batting cage, and Xander is at a horror movie marathon at the theatre."
Ophelia looked to Yolanda. "And Albert is still in China. How are you doing, Yo?"
"Horny," the horse said. "I'm about one more sleepless night from sneaking into Xander's room and convincing him it's all just a dream. That'll work right? He is pretty stupid."
Sadie glared at the horse, who seemed oblivious to whatever anger was aimed at her. Yolanda and Sadie did not like each other. Ophelia was still surprised she had managed to convince both to spend a night in the same room. Ophelia reached into the pillow case she had been carrying, and slowly unveiled the dildo's impressive dimensions to the horse. "I think this might help."
Yolanda snatched it up quickly, gripping it and squeezing it, as if she had never seen a penis in her life. She turned it over again and again, eyes taking in every inch of it, and then brought it up to her large, wet nose and sniffed it several times, neighing softly at the pleasant smells.
"Jeez girl. Calm down. Albert has only been gone, like... a week."
"The last time I was without sex for a week, was the week before I started having sex. I was 12. It was awful!"
Sadie rolled her eyes. "How does a horse and a rat do it exactly? He ever got lost down there? Have his hips ever just turned to dust?"
"How do you and the mutt do it? I'm surprised he hasn't torn you apart yet."
Ophelia rolled her eyes, sighing. There was going to be a lot of that, throughout the night. In the front of the apartment, the doorbell rang. Ophelia was going to get it, but afraid of what the lioness and horse would do without her presence, she asked if Sadie would go get it. With a huff, she did, leaving the comfortable green chair and disappearing from the room. A few moments later, she came back with Skyla in tow.
Skyla was a lizard, the exact breed, Ophelia was not sure. Maybe later she would ask Sadie if the question was still on her mind. Skyla was dark green-blue in color, and had a vaguely aquatic appearance. Her body was sprinkled with cute yellow specks that somehow signified her gender, which was good, because her body was horrifically androgynous. Sure, Yolanda did not have much in the hip department, and Sadie was as flat chested as they came, but at least they compensated in other ways, and there would never be any doubt of what gender they were. But with Skyla, it was difficult to tell. Skyla was taller than Sadie, but then, who wasn't? She gave Sadie a comical squeeze on the buttocks when they came into the room, causing the feline to jump and hiss.
Sadie was going to take her place in Xander's chair, but Yolanda was already lounging in it. She took an angry step towards the horse, before Ophelia placed a hand on her shoulder. Sadie grumbled something to herself and was going to sit on the couch, but Skyla had slipped onto it and was now lounging wide enough there was no room even for Sadie. Huffing loudly, she looked to the coffee table, and spotted the plush toy. Preferable to sitting on the cold wood, she lifted her tail and sat down upon it, her ample posterior smothering the small doll almost completely. It wasn't really comfortable, but she didn't want to give Yolanda the satisfaction, so she simply ground her rump down again and again, trying to make it better. Finally, she was forced to stand up, but passed it off as going into the kitchen to fetch the wine.
"This thing is amazing," Yolanda said, still inspecting the dildo. "It's getting warmer and warmer, and harder and harder." She gave it a soft squeeze, and was surprised to see a dribble of white ooze out of the carefully sculpted slit. She leaned down, sniffing it softly, and then gave it a little lick. "You want to see it, Skyla?"
"Don't you know? Skyla is a big old dyke," Sadie said, coming back in.
"I'm not 100%," Skyla corrected. "Maybe... 90/10. Doesn't mean I can't enjoy something shoved up my twat, though. But this... I like this..." She snatched the plush doll off the table before Sadie could sit on it again, and let it sit in her lap. "Short, adorable, really quiet. Reminds me of someone else I know." She smiled down at the plush doll, and then leaned forward and gave it a very gentle lick over the face. "Cute little fella, this one is. Do you like me, little plushy? Yeah, I bet you do." She gave it another kiss, very softly brushing her lips against the toy's muzzle.
"Dare you to go to town on it," Sadie said, taking a sip of red wine.
Skyla looked to her, before smiling, and held the plush toy under the arms. One of her hands very slowly slid down the doll's chest, tracing it with a nail, until she arrived at its seat and gave it a very careful squeeze over the groin. Her tongue continued to softly lick and nuzzle over the doll's face, until she eased it onto the couch. She hovered over it a moment, before resuming her soft kisses and nuzzles and licks, wrapping her long, serpentine tongue around the extended muzzle in an odd kiss. She eased her tongue down, slowly, over the doll's adorable chest and down to its groin, which she gave several long kisses and licks. Then back to the face, which she kissed and nuzzled, treating the plushy like a breathing mate.
At last she sat back, taking a moment to savor the tingle on her lips, and then looked to Sadie.
"Dare you to go to town on Yolanda," she said with a grin.
"You... can't be serious..."
"She met your dare, and dared you in turn," Ophelia said. "The rules of the dare are quite clear."
Skyla sat cross-legged, and with the plush doll sitting comfortably in her lap. She occasionally gave it soft squeezes or nuzzles. To assure she did not miss a moment of the show, she only blinked her second, transparent eyelids.
Sadie drank down her glass of wine, poured herself another and drank that as well in several lewd gulps. "I'm going to get you for this," she muttered to the lizard, before approaching the horse, who was actually grinning quite wide.
Compared to almost anyone, Sadie was small, but compared to Yolanda, she was practically a midget. Over a foot separated the lioness from the horse, and she found she actually had to climb into Yolanda's lap just to reach her face. She eased her hands forward, and very gently braced herself on Yolanda's shoulders. She pressed her lips to hers slowly, holding it, as one of her claws descended, and caught on the collar of Yolanda's midriff. Distracted by the kiss, Yolanda did not notice as one of Sadie's claws was slowly cut down the shirt, fabric yielding without resistance to the sharp claw. When the claw had reached the middle, the weight of Yolanda's breasts caused the shirt to tear down the rest of the way, and Sadie quickly leaned back. "You want me to do this, I'm going to do it right. Ophelia, give me the dildo."
The rabbit quickly handed her the sex toy, which was already dribbling profusely. Sadie pulled a small lever inside the arm chair, and caused it to recline back. Sitting on Yolanda's crotch now, Sadie undid the horse's bra, and placed the dildo carefully between the two enormous mounds of flesh and fat. She squeezed them together very slowly, causing a spurt of white to shoot out of the dildo's slit and splash upon the horse's jaw. She massaged and squeezed Yolanda's two breasts, every so often squeezing them tight together, which caused the erection to spurt.
Sadie took the time to pull her tank top off and threw it aside, revealing a pair of cute, perky A-cups. Giving Yolanda's breasts another soft squeeze, she pushed them tightly together as she lowered down, and slowly licked the white cream off Yolanda's chin, before moving to her large, plump lips and slipping her tongue out slowly.
Yolanda's mouth was as massive as one might assume a horse would have. Sadie's tongue was utterly lost in the expansive maw, but continued to explore, occasionally rubbing against one of the horse's cheeks or teeth. Yolanda's hands slowly rose, and wrapped around Sadie, holding her tight, and soon the two hands took hold of Sadie's firm, round buttocks. She gave them several squeezes and pulled them apart slowly, massaging them outside the red jeans. Then, one of Yolanda's large hands slipped into Sadie's pants. Sadie gave a loud hiss, arching her back, as the mammoth finger began to explore. She shivered as one of Yolanda's fingers found its way between her cheeks, and was suddenly poking and prodding carefully against her puckered anus. The dildo, compressed between the two warm, furry bodies and utterly smothered by the mountainous breasts, continued to leak and spurt, seemingly without end. It washed over Yolanda's jaw and dribbled down her thick throat, saturating her fur.
"Stop that," Sadie growled, trying to push away from the horse, but her other arm wrapped around the lioness' back. Her finger continued to squirm between Sadie's cheeks, poking at her anus casually, before it started to slip inside.
"Awe, still sore from the mutt?"
Sadie groaned as the finger pressed inside her. In cat like fashion, she arched her back, feeling the finger press deep. She kept shaking and groaning, growling, as the finger twirled about, tingling her anus which was indeed quite sore. Eventually, Yolanda pulled her hand back slowly, tugging her finger out from between Sadie's large buttocks. Sadie tried to push out of Yolanda's grip, but the horse kept tight to her, refusing to let her leave just yet.
Yolanda looked to Ophelia, then to the plushy Skyla was holding so tight, and then to the dildo still squeezed tight between a pair of horse tits. She pinched the penis around the base and pulled it free, leaving a trail of drying white on the obsidian fur, before she offered the sizeable dildo to Ophelia.
"I dare you to take this in, all the way."
Ophelia smiled, taking the dildo around the middle and sauntering to the couch. She placed the dildo down on the coffee table, glans poking straight to the sky, while making quite a show of peeling off her tight purple dress. She started with the thin spaghetti straps, pulling one and then dropping it so it rested at her bicep, followed by the other. She tugged at the chest, pulling it wide, and then carefully pulled the dress down, allowing her large breasts to spill out. She worked it to her middle. Turning around, so her back was facing both Yolanda and Sadie, she slowly pulled the dress down over her curves, showing her adorable tail, as well as the supple, fleshy lips between her legs, that had a slight purple coloration.
Picking the dildo up, she lay on the couch, her head resting on one of the arms, while her feet rested on the opposite one. She propped her feet up slightly, and let her thighs fall wide apart, exposing more of her slit to the three women, who were all now in position to watch. Both Skyla and Yolanda doubted she was capable of taking in a dildo of such impressive size. Sadie wagered her next two dares against them, and both took the bet. Holding the plush doll in her lap, giving it the occasional squeeze and nuzzle and kiss as if it were alive (or perhaps she was just painfully aroused), she watched very close as Ophelia worked a pair of fingers inside herself very slowly. Irwin's penis was about the size of the dildo, so she had no doubt she would be able to take it inside her, but wanted to put on a good show for the other three girls. She grew aroused very quickly, and when she felt her fingers grow wet, she used that to slicken the fur around her hungry lips. When at last she felt she was ready, she rested the dildo on the arm of the couch, and positioned it so the drooling glans were resting against her slickened entrance. Placing a finger on the dildo's base, she slowly pushed it against her, spreading her legs a little wider apart so the thick glans could go inside. Even though she had taken a similar girth, each night Irwin set her down and spread her, he had to go slow. She wiggled several times, pushing against the arm of the couch, and finding it prudent to lay flat instead of propping her legs up. That allowed her to sit forward a little easier, and apply steady pressure to the base of the dildo.
An audible hiss escaped her lips. A spurt of warm white from the dildo's slit sent a wave of pleasure through her, but she lost her hold on the base and her hand slipped down. It was harder, now that she had to do the work instead of lay beneath a mate and allow him to have his way with her.
"Don't be such a pussy," Sadie muttered, walking towards her. "I took the whole thing in when I was with Xander."
"Doesn't surprise me who is looser," Ophelia muttered, and then attempted to crawl back when Sadie placed her hand on the dildo's base.
"Just relax, bunny," she said. "I know what to do." Ophelia braced herself on the couch's arm, trying to breathe steady, as Sadie began to apply pressure to the dildo's base. She pulled the dildo out very slightly, and then pushed it forward, pulled it out and pushed it forward, stimulating Ophelia in a familiar way. So familiar, in fact, her body began to work, the strong inner muscles of her vagina squeezing and tugging at the dildo, fighting against Sadie when Sadie started to pull it out. "There we go, bunny. You know what to do. Win me a couple more dares."
Inch by inch, the dildo was swallowed up by the purple nethers of the auburn rabbit. Occasionally, Sadie was forced to place a palm on the inside of Ophelia's thigh. She pushed the leg apart very slowly, very gently, and also used the fingers closest to the slit to pull them apart. A hand still on the base, she never stopped pushing the dildo, always working it steadily deeper, sometimes screwing it in, until only about a quarter t was left outside the hot, steaming cavern. "Just a little more," Sadie said, and Ophelia nodded. Sadie placed a hand on Ophelia's belly. There was an odd lump in her otherwise tight, flat navel: the head of the dildo, pushing out from under her hip bone. Sadie kept her hand on the bunny's stomach, as she pressed the dildo slowly forward, although she found it was unneeded. Ophelia's muscles now clenched and tugged at the dildo, bringing it in deeper and deeper, until the widened base prevented it from going any further. Ophelia's body still clenched and tugged, and her head rolled to her side, soft shivers running through her. It was such a strange feeling between her legs. She had taken girths of similar size, but they always had their release and then they started to go soft. But the dildo was different. It could not go soft, and so she had the girth buried between her legs, inflaming her nerves and senses and spurting white inside her. And it would remain hard for all eternity. "This thing is amazing," Ophelia kept whining. "By the stars, this thing is unreal."
"Tarn only buys the best, I guess," Sadie purred. She smiled wide as she looked to Yolanda and Skyla, and licked her lips with her red tongue. She unbuttoned her pants, and allowed them to fall to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she revealed her red panties, the crotch of which was slightly moist. "Yolanda," she said, tracing a slow curve over her thighs. "I dare you to put that tongue of yours to good use. Lay down on the floor."
The horse glared at the lioness, who bounced from foot to foot with impatience. With a heavy push, Yolanda lifted her impressive 6'6" frame off the arm chair and came to stand before Sadie. The height difference was almost comical, and given the size of the horse's breasts, it was difficult for Sadie to even see Yolanda's face. Eventually though, Yolanda lowered to one knee, and placed her arms out behind her. Being a horse, it felt absolutely unnatural to lie on her back like this, which was probably Sadie's intention all along, but she was adamant about not showing Sadie even a hint of weakness. She just bided her time, waiting until her turn came once again.
She felt Sadie's dainty paws on her hips, the pressure slight but still rather painful. Yolanda gasped as Sadie took a step, and one of her paws came to rest on her stomach. Sauntering with each step, Sadie walked over Yolanda's body, until she was standing on her ribs: her paws carefully resting between Yolanda's massive boobs. Sadie turned in a tight half circle, so she was facing the other way, and then lifted her tail into the air. As she bent over and began to squat, her thumbs hooked into her panties, and she started to slide them down her muscular thighs. As she squatted, her cheeks began to pull apart, revealing her crack and the adorable rosebud housed between the two toned mounds. Yolanda groaned as the full weight of Sadie's rump came to rest on her large snout, and Sadie shifted, getting comfortable. "Well, what are you waiting for? Lick."
Skyla watched quite intensely, the sight alluring, but she also felt vaguely alone. She looked to Ophelia, but the rabbit had yet to recover from the dildo's embrace. She looked to the plushy, and gave it a wide smile, before leaning down and planting a very gentle kiss on its lips. "Guess I'm stuck with you."
She retrieved the dildo, and placed the plushy behind her on the table, laying it down on its back. She unzipped her jeans, and dropped them to her ankles, kicking them aside without care. She never bothered with panties, and so her flanks and buttocks were bare as she quickly squatted down, and suddenly smothered the plush doll beneath her ass. If her hips were wider, perhaps she would have smothered the plush doll completely, but for now, its little arms and legs were free of her embrace. Its head, however, was firmly nestled under her tail, and the hard button nose pressed rather pleasantly against her wrinkled anus. She giggled softly when she happened to look down, and see that the doll's crotch was peeking out from between her legs. She leaned back farther, crushing the doll's head (which made its button nose press harder against her vent) but more importantly, exposing the upper slit of her vagina. Positioning the dildo just right, she slowly pressed it up against her quivering lips, sighing blissfully, and giggling as she couldn't help but grind her scaly ass against the doll's face. The dildo was warm and lubricated from its time inside Ophelia. She poked her swelling clitoris with it gentle, giggling softly to herself.
Sadie started to purr as she felt Yolanda's large, thick tongue brush up and down her crack. Whenever the bumpy girth brushed against her anus, pleasant waves of bliss were sent through her. She wiggled her rump down harder, until Yolanda began to push her tongue against pucker, beginning a rim job. Neither the tastes nor the smells were offensive to Yolanda's senses. She lifted her hands and tried to push Sadie away, but that only made Sadie grind down harder. Despite her strength, Sadie had the advantage of leverage, and her hips weren't exactly small. Besides, this was a dare. Grumbling under the feline's shapely rump, she continued her work dutifully, swilling her tongue about, as Sadie reveled in the blissful rub.
She would be lying if she said it wasn't more pleasant than she had expected. She had gotten the idea as simple revenge, but truthfully, it was heavenly how large and thick Yolanda's tongue was, and she felt an odd sense of affection for the horse. Strange as it might have sounded, she wanted to give something back.
Yolanda felt little paws brushing on her belly, and the weight of Sadie's rump lifted off her snout. She lifted her head slightly, propping her upper body on her elbows, and watched as Sadie scooted along. She felt the tickle of Sadie's whiskers on the inside of her thighs as the lioness tilted her head down, and began to softly lick over Yolanda's absolutely massive vagina. So large, in fact, she could press most of her muzzle into the depths, which caused Yolanda to tumble back, shaking. She pushed herself up slowly, adjusting to the raw pleasure the feline was giving her, and carefully gripped Sadie's buttocks. Lifting her slightly, she leaned forward, and resumed her rim job.
Skyla worked the dildo inside her, slowly, but only succeeded in putting a small amount of the glans inside her. She was used to a smaller mate, and the sheer size of the dildo proved quite a lot for her. And yet, just that felt amazing, as did the plush toy trapped beneath her. She pushed the dildo in slowly, gently, and used one finger to stroke the vaginal lips around it. She clenched, groaning, and then spread her legs wide apart, easing the pressure on the dildo. She wiggled more, and then eased up on the plush toy, only to fall back and crush it beneath her. Its snout rammed up against her tail hole, making her breathe hard, and she shoved the dildo deeper. Wetness washed over the dildo suddenly, and the doll's cute groin, soaking into the fur.
Sadie could taste sweet nectar dribbling out of Yolanda's lips, an incentive to work harder. She plunged her tongue as deep as she could, aware it was not far given the depth of the horse's vagina, but she still tried. Meanwhile, Yolanda had plunged her thick, meaty tongue deep into Sadie's bowels, swilling it about and washing the walls with gooey saliva. Her vagina was aching, white cream drooling out of the slit and wetting her thighs. They had silently agreed to a contest: who could last longer, and although Sadie struggled, she soon felt her body betray her when her muscles locked, and heavy warmth dribbled out from between her legs. She collapsed forward, as Yolanda hit her orgasm, and a rush of white flooded the tunnel Sadie's face was buried in. Perhaps she would have drowned in an awful way, but Yolanda pulled her head out before that could happen. It would have been a loving gesture if Yolanda hadn't taken her by the scalp and yanked, which caused a sharp pain to run through Sadie's skull. Sadie was pushed to the side, as Yolanda humped the air, juice spilling onto the floor.
Sadie pushed herself up weakly. She shivered, feeling cold, and climbed into Xander's armchair, reclaiming it as her own. She wrapped herself up in a blanket and relaxed, feeling wonderful.
"What do you want to do next?" Ophelia asked, sitting up, though still clearly fatigued from having the dildo shoved inside her.
Yolanda sat up, and shrugged her muscular shoulders. "Make s'mores?"
Time passed before the four girls found the strength to stand, and headed into the kitchen, leaving the plush toy alone and soiled wherever it had fallen. The dildo, having seemingly run dry, lay on the ground, covered in the scent of the four girls who had used it. Time passed, but eventually, Ophelia came back in, and scooped the doll up into her arms. She was still nude, her nethers still dripping sweet cream and forming a shallow pool on the ground. "Don't think I'd forget about you," she whispered, and held the doll in her arms, its nose nestled between her plump breasts. The dildo, on the floor, started to spurt once again. | FSE |
Title: A Shifters Tale by vllad
Tags: Hybrid, Renamon
this is part nine of my story and this is the part where i tell you all that i am in no way connected to the company that owns the digimon franchise and i do not own the renamon character, shifters and shadow/chad are my idea so if you would like to use them just ask and we'll talk. Well have fun reading! \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
Chapter thirty eight
I was walking several pace's up wind of Serinity as we made our way threw the marsh, i however was more focused on yanking at the three foot chain that was connected to a collar the old man had somehow been able to slip on me when i wasn't looking.
I had tried to cut the thing off a few times earlier on after we had gotten out of the old temple but somehow i only succeeded in cutting myself and not leaving a scratch on the blasted thing, "Stupid old bastard and his tricks.....\*grunt\*.....damn it why won't this thing come off!!".
"Hey Chad what's this one called?" Serinity asked from behind me; however i never got the chance to answer her because for some reason i was yanked off my feet by the chain as it suddenly slipped from my grasp and went the other way I had been pulling on it.
The force of this act pulled me several feet in the opposite direction i had been facing only to land on my back with a hard thump and a groan of pain as i landed wrong on something hard, I heard Serinity start to giggle as she came over and bent down looking at me.
"Are you ok?" she asked me as she tried hiding her fit of laughter.
"How many time do I have to tell you NOT TO DO THAT!, gods Serinity that's the fifth time today what are you trying to do kill me?!" i said as i heaved myself up and started walking again, "Now come on we still have a ways to go before we reach Night City" I growled at her.
With that I started pulling muck and twigs out of my hair and started grumbling about the indignity of it all, it took several more hours of walking before I finally had to sit down and rest.
I looked around the gloomy place and tried not to think about my predicament until i spotted Serinity getting into something that she shouldn't, "Get away from the snag trees damn it!" I yelled at her.
She just turned and looked at me before she looked around and finally spotted what I was talking about, she carefully walked back over to me as I spotted a gator swimming in from the direction she had been walking.
She sat down next to me and I started breathing through my mouth so I didn't have to smell her heat, "Why did you call it a snag tree again?" she asked as she looked at me.
I pointed to the gator and she turned to look, as we watched it get closer some of the vines hanging from the trees started to slither around the branches until the gator was right underneath them then they shot down and wrapped around it before the thing even had time to react.
As we watched the vines wrap around its prey the gator began thrashing around trying to get free but to no avail, the vines started to constrict and the gator started hissing and growling as it thrashed around finally we heard several loud cracks and saw blood shoot out of the gators mouth as it went still.
After it was over the vines hefted the dead gator up into the limbs of the tree and made it vanish, suddenly she jumped off of the dead log we had been sitting on and looked around nervously as she spoke and flattened her ears against her head.
"Well I'm rested and ready to go how about you Chad?" I just glared at her and said nothing.
\*That should teach her a lesson\* I thought to myself as I got up and started walking again, unfortunately it didn't slack her curiosity in the least as she kept talking and asking questions about the marsh.
About two hours of this and I finally had a headache that felt like I had been hit by a truck, \*If she asks me what something is one more time I'm going to toss her under the next snag tree I can find!\*.
Suddenly the questions stopped and I let out a sigh of relief as i peeked back and looked at Serinity, I had to stop and snicker at the look on her face as she looked down at the water we were trudging threw.
"What's the matter cat got your tongue?" I asked.
She looked up at me then back down at the water before answering, "Something just brushed my leg!" she said shrilly.
"Don't worry about it, it's probably just a fish or something now come on before it gets to dark" I told her as I started walking again.
I heard her start to walk after me then suddenly I heard a shriek and the next thing I know I was face down in the water with something on top of me, I thrashed around until I finally pushed myself up out of the water and looked back over my shoulder.
I saw Serinity sitting on top of me looking around at the water until she spotted me, "Just what do you think you're doing woman?!"
She smiled weakly at me and looked around again as she spoke, "Sorry Chad but it brushed my leg again!"
I glared at her then started looking around until i saw something bubbling under the water, Serinity squeaked and quickly got off of me and i got up watching the bubbles the whole time.
I released my claws thinking it might be something dangerous and waited for it to show itself, we both watched as the bubbles came faster and I raised my right hand preparing to strike at what ever it was.
I could feel my heart beat quicken as I watched and suddenly the bubbles stopped and I was looking at a small set of frog eyes, "You....almost drowned me.....over a fucking frog!!" I said as I turned around to glare at her.
She just puffed up her chest and glared right back at me, "How was I suppose to know it was a frog and not something dangerous huh!!"
"Because if it had been dangerous it would have killed you or at least taken off your leg the first time it touched you that's why!!" I said as I poked her in the center of her chest.
She smacked my hand away and glared at me, "Well its not like I make regular trips into the ring Chad! How was I supposed to know it was only a frog in the first place?"
I was just about to yell at her again when I felt something hit my left leg, I blink a couple of times and we both looked. When i looked down I saw a piece metal about two feet long sticking out of my thigh, "Gimme a freaking break I just got this leg replaced!"
I heard Serinity gasp loudly as I looked around for the idiot who shot me, what I saw almost made me think I was seeing things so i blinked and looked again. When I looked again I saw what seemed to be a humanoid girl with tiger stripped fur running towards us at full speed, she was wearing what looked to be a shirt and a pair of breeches made from gator skin. Suddenly i heard the roar of an engine and saw what looked to be two humans on flat bottomed Jet Ski's with some kind of weapons mounted on it.
(What you thought human/digimon hybrids were the only thing created during the shift?)
The humans themselves were wearing some kind of armor that covered all of their bodies and they where holding what looked to be spear guns in one hand while steering with the other, I reached down and yanked the spear out of my leg and started stalking towards them and i saw the catgirl come skidding to a halt in front of me with a look of fear on her face.
The humans where still a ways off so i looked down at the girl in front of me and growled at her, "Get outta my way damn it". She didn't move so i grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and moved her out of the way before I started walking again.
The two on jet ski's didn't seem too worried about me as they came closer so i stopped and stood right in between them and waited, they just kept coming so I got a good grip on the spear and threw it as hard as I could at the one on my left.
I saw him pitch backwards off of the jet ski and hit the water and the other one just kept coming, I lashed out with my right hand and caught him by the helmet and pulled him off the thing. The jet ski shot past me and the human flopped around in my grip like a ragdoll, I tossed him up against a tree and watched him smack into it before I started to walk over to him.
I picked the human up out of the water by the chest plate and slammed them up against the tree; I used my other hand and crushed the helmet being careful not to kill the human inside.
The helmet cracked and pieces of it came off and fell into the water revealing the human beneath it so I stopped crushing the helmet and pulled my hand away and got a good grip on the chest plate again, I pulled the limp body forward as I spoke.
"One of you idiot's shot me in the leg and I wanna know which one it was!" I yelled as I slammed the human into the tree again, the rest of the helmet shattered and fell away showing me the face of a woman who's head was flopping around at an odd angle.
"Damn it, i broke her!" I said as I tossed the dead human off to the side and started walking over to the other one, when i got over to him I saw that the spear I had thrown had went through his neck and out the other side so it was a safe bet he was dead too. Out of frustration and anger I started slamming my foot down on the armored helmet until his head was buried in the muck and I was breathing hard.
After my little episode i looked around and saw Serinity glaring as she walked over to me, "Are you quite done Chad?" she said.
I looked back down at the human and stomped down on his chest before I looked back at her, "Now I am!" I told her.
She just glared at me more as she spoke, "Well now what are we going to do, you just killed the only lead we had to find any kind of town before night fall!"
"What did you want me to do ask them for directions? They most likely would have killed us before they answered anyhow!" I shot back.
"And how do you know that Chad, who says they wouldn't have helped us out huh?" she asked me.
I just glared at her before I spoke, "Are you really that dense woman! Let me spell it out for you! I am a shifter! Humans kill shifters for no reason other than we are different! Humans are ignorant and stupid I mean look at what they were doing when we saw them!"
Suddenly Serinity looked like she had remembered something then turned to look around; I was just about to say something about it when I heard the unmistakable sound of a weapon being cocked. I quickly turned towards the sound and saw the tiger girl holding one of the multi chambered spearguns and pointing it at me, she was shaking badly and the look of fear in her eyes told me that she only a little way off from shooting me with it.
"Great not even a day goes by and now I have a speargun staring me in the face, it's bad enough I have to deal with a clueless female and dark digimon but now I have to deal with a freaking cat girl who can't even be thankful that I saved her!" I said as I stalked forward to the girl.
"Gimme that!" I said as I yanked the gun out of her hands, using my right hand I slashed the gun in half and dropped it then I turned back to the girl and glared at her.
"Chad you stop that right now!" I heard Serinity yell.
I turned to look at Serinity and saw her standing next to me and glaring hard, we stood their like that for a few minutes before I stalked off towards one of the jet ski's floating in the water.
As I checked over to jet ski I listened in on serinity and the catgirl, "Are you ok little one?"
I heard nothing for a reply but Serinity continued talking, "Oh don't worry about him he's just a little upset someone shot him in the leg that's all".
The next thing i heard was a soft voice as it replied, "Your not gonna hurt me?"
"Why would we want to hurt you child you haven't done anything to us" Serinity said.
"By the way why were those two chasing you anyway?"
"They were trying to capture me because I escaped from their base" the girl said.
"You escaped? What were they going to do to you?"
The girl remained silent and I kept messing with the switches on the jet ski I flicked one of them and a net shot out of one of the weapons and stuck to a tree in front of me, I flicked the switch again and turned off the weapon and started messing with another as they spoke again.
"I can see you don't want to talk about it but can you help me and my friend? We just came through the wall earlier today and we're kind of lost, can you tell us where the nearest town is?"
"Ok but you won't find much their, most of the people have either gone deeper into the marsh, into hiding or they got captured by Serph's men" the girl said.
"Who's Serph?" Serinity asked.
"He's the one who rules this marsh, he's been taking the men, woman and children from the towns and killing anyone who resist, and he has destroyed several villages here in the marsh lands and keeps many others under his heel"
I hit one of the buttons on the jet ski and it roared to life, I climbed on and hit the gas and shot forward so I turned the wheel and headed for Serinity and the girl. After I reached them I got off and looked at the girl, "Do you think you can drive this thing?".
The girl just nodded and I let her have the controls then I started out for the other one, after I got it up and running I sat down on it and turned it around until I was facing the same direction as the girl.
Suddenly I felt something grab onto me and i turned around to find Serinity looking at me, I ignored her and idled up to the cat girl and spoke.
"Lead the way kitty cat."
She looked away and gunned the engine on her jet ski and I followed here.
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Chapter Thirty-nine
We followed the strange girl for several hours and Sernity asked me a few questions on the way.
"Chad what kind of creature is that girl?"
"I'm not really sure....i have heard about these kinds of hybrids in Night City.....but I never thought I'd actually see one"
"What do you mean?"
"My kind are a mix of different parts from both human and Digimon, her kind are a mix of animals and humans for the human world" I told her as I dodged around a tree.
"Do they get hunted like your kind?"
"From what all I've learned about them no, it seems when they came into being they were more excepted because of the fact that they pose less of a threat to humans or digimon than my kind do, That and the fact that some humans find them attractive didn't hurt their integration either"
"And just what do you mean by that!"
I shook my head, "Gods you really are clueless aren't you, some humans find her attractive in the sexual sense because of hey body and what she is and because of this they are more widely excepted unlike my kind who are seen as freaks with powers that could very well 'in danger' the lives of those around us"
This seemed to shut her up for a while as i drove on, "But what is she?"
This made me think for a minute before I finally answered her, "Honestly i don't know the humans call them Anthros but frankly I don't care what they are."
We rode along for awhile longer until it got dark, after a while we came to what looked like a village of some kind built on poles. We floated up to a pier with some boats around it and shut down the engines and got off, we followed the girl around the dock village until she lead us to what resembled a run down shack and stepped inside then we saw something like a candle light up.
We followed her in after she looked around and I closed and locked the door behind me looking around as I did, the inside of the little shack was pretty bare except for a rickety bed some shelves' on the back wall with some trinkets on them and a couple of doors one of which was opened revealing an outhouse type restroom inside. I also saw an old wood burning stove by the back wall and some dried food hanging from the ceiling and a joke of a table made from what looked to be plywood and 2x4's, it also had a few ratty looking chairs sitting around it. After I was sure the door was locked I walked over to the table and started checking over my thing to see if any of them were damaged as I spoke to the tiger girl who had taken a seat across the table from me.
"So what is an Anthro doing all the way out here in the marshlands?"
I saw her glare at me from the corner of my eye before she spoke, "That's none of your business Shifter so why don't you just shut up and stop talking to me, and for your information we prefer to be called beastials"
I stopped what i was doing and glared at her as I spoke, "Your not very grateful to the person who saved you life earlier are you, maybe I should just take you back to this Serph guy and let him have you after all, then I can tell him you were the one who killed his goons and watch what he does to you" I said still feeling some what miffed about my whole situation.
"Chad cut that out right now can't you see your scaring the poor girl?" I heard Serinity say.
I glared at her for a few more seconds before i went back to inspecting my things.
"He does have a good point though, why are you out here and not in a city or something?" Serinity asked her.
I saw her glance at me from the corner of my eye before she turned back to look at Serinity, "This whole village use to be filled with beast men and women we even had a few digimon living here peacefully with us, that is until Serph and his men came..... after they showed up they started raiding the villages and taking things like supplies and food even one or two females at first. But as time went on their ranks grew and they started wanting more from us, they started getting more violent when it came to the raids and they started taking more things and more of my friends."
"That horrible! Didn't anyone try to set up some kind of defense or something?" Serinity asked.
I heard the catgirl sniffle but I ignored it, "We tried but everything we did failed miserably....we use to have a wall surrounding this village but Serph's goons made quick work of that and some of the village elders were taken and killed because of it".
"Didn't you live somewhere before you came here? Why did you not try and leave?"
The catgirl nodded, "Yeah I did.....at one time everyone that lived here did, but we came here to start a new life away from the humans and their ways......unfortunately Serph won't let anyone leave the swamp and anyone who tries to leave gets killed"
By this time i was looking through my card book so i could redo my deck and i was tapping my fingers on the table, I was starting to get annoyed with all these questions and the sob story wasn't helping me either.
Serinity was the next to talk as i continued to look threw my cards, "By the way little one I never got your name, my name is Serinity and this one here is Chad"
"Oh I'm sorry, my name is Kate", Suddenly I felt my arm go stiff as my nails dug into the surface of the table as the image of a Nekomon flashed threw my mind.
"Chad.....Chad what's wrong?"
I jumped when I felt some one touch my shoulder and looked around to find Serinity standing behind me looking worried, I quickly turned away and closed my card book then stood up and walked over to the door.
"I'm going out for some air don't wait up." then I walked outside and closed the door behind me.
I walked around the village for a little while before i found myself in the center of it looking into the water; I sat down on the edge of the planks and just stared thinking about the Nekomon.
I don't know how long i sat like that but after a while i heard soft footsteps walking towards me, "Are you ok Chad?, you seemed a little upset when you left is everything ok?"
"It's fine....everything is fine Serinity I just got a little over excited that's all"
Serinity walked over next to me and sat down, "You know it might help if you talked about it to someone"
"Why should I....it's not like someone who's had everything handed to them all of their life would even understand what someone like me is going through"
"Still Chad it could help....I know I would like to hear your story" she said.
Suddenly I felt angry at her, "Is that how you think of my life as a story?! It's bad enough the old man put you in danger by putting this collar on me so I can't be to far from you but now you think my life is nothing more then some interesting story!" I said as I looked at her.
She got a pained look on her face then looked down at the water, "....I'm sorry i didn't mean for it to come out like that Chad"
I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down before i spoke again, "Why are you even interested in my life, your a digimon it's not like anything will come out of this damned trip anyway!"
I heard her take a deep breath then she looked at me again, "You know your not the only one with personal problems Chad, everyone has something in their life that follows them everywhere they go.....something they can't get away from."
I thought about this for a few seconds before I spoke again, "Maybe but how many people do you know that have my kind of problem, it's not like I can go down to the local shrink and talk all of my troubles away"
\*Ooooo, now that would be interesting to see, i can just hear it now\*
\*Hi doc can I talk to you?\*
\*Sure son have a seat and tell me all of your problems\*
\*Well doc my problem is this when ever I black out I wake up in different place's covered in blood and entrails\*
\*Mhmm and how does that make you feel?, hahahahaha. Oh boy I'll bet Sigmund would just love to get his hands on us wouldn't he\*
"True but that doesn't mean you have to suffer them alone either does it?" she said.
"That's the point I've been trying to make since this morning Serinity, it doesn't matter if your close or not if I don't have my drugs then your life is in danger and....I don't want to see you hurt." I said quietly
I heard a smile in here voice when she spoke next, "What's this? Are my charms finally beginning to work on the big bad mercenary?"
I gave her one of those yeah right looks as I replied, "Don't look to far into it Serinity, it just that if I let something happen to you then i won't get paid for protecting you" then I looked back at the water.
We sat in silence for a time not saying anything just looking at the water before us until i finally spoke again, "Serinity....why are you so nice to me?"
She seemed to think about this for awhile before answering, "Because of what I saw the first time I looked at you"
"What do you mean?"
"You're probably going to think this is strange but the first time i saw you when we were in the van you looked lonely, I could see it in your eyes even if one of them is fake" she said.
"You looked like you were carrying the weight of the world on you shoulders and I don't know why but I felt like I needed to help you"
"Your right." I said as I looked at her, "That is strange; the only other beings who have ever tried to help me are other Shifters."
She just smiled at me, "Yeah well not everyone thinks that Shifters are freaks you know".
We sat like that for a few more minutes before Serinity spoke again, "Come on Kate is waiting for us to get back"
I give a loud sigh and heaved myself up as I spoke, "Fine but I'm not being nice to that mangy cat just because you say so."
This got a giggle out of Serinity and I felt my heart beat pick up slightly at the sound, "Fine but we still need to find a way out of here so we can get a better replacement leg besides the one that strange old man gave you"
We started walking back as we talked but the whole time Serinity was walking in front of me and the scent of her heat was really starting to effect me, "So what are we going to do about this Serph guy anyway, I doubt he'll let us out of the marshlands with the furball and I seriously doubt that she would leave with all of her friends trapped by this guy"
As Serinity replied I noticed the way her tail was flicking back and forth and the way her hips moved and i could feel myself starting to get hard, "Well I did have a small plan about that but I doubt your going to like it much and neither will Kate for that matter".
I pulled my eyes away from Serinity's backside (thankfully), and looked at her to find she was watching me over her shoulder with a smirk on her face. I could feel my face heat up as i looked away from her, "What do you mean I won't like it?" \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
Chapter Forty
I looked at Serinity in complete disbelief, "You've got to be joking, there is no possible way this plan is going to work! Do you honestly think we're just going to be able to walk in there and back out with the villagers?"
"Yeah the walking farm accident is right, this plan is never going to work there's no way Serph is going to fall for this!" Kate said.
I jerked my head and glared at her, "Who are you calling a farm accident you kennel reject, and since when did you get a say in this it's not like your part of this group"
She glared back at me and growled, "I'm part of this plan too you walking jigsaw puzzle incase you've forgotten! Besides these are my friends we're talking about and if I let you two go in alone ‘you'd' probably come walking out with a couple of new coats."
I growled right back at her and released the claws on my right hand, "If you have so little faith in me then why don't I start by turning you into a throw rug, I'm sure we can use it to give this place a little sprucing up!"
By now Kate and I where practically in each others faces glaring at each other and yelling, "Oh yeah well why don't you try me you side show reject."
"I've got a better idea why don't both of you sit down and shut up before i have to put you both in a corner"
We both turned to look at Serinity before glaring at each other again; finally we backed off and sat down around the table again. "So you're really going to go through with this plan Serinity? You realize it's suicide if we get caught don't you I mean even the walking hairball said that Serph's never shown himself to anyone so we don't even know what we're up against"
Serinity just rolled her eyes at me, "True Chad but this is the only way to get out of here besides I can't just leave knowing that I can help these people and not do anything"
I gave a loud sigh and rubbed the bridge of my nose as I looked at her then I turned and looked at Kate, "Is their anything you can tell us about this Serph guy, anything at all?"
She seemed to think about this for a moment before answering, "Well there is one thing but I don't know if it means much"
We both watched as Kate got up and walked over to a closet and pulled what looked to be a piece of cloth out then she walked back over to the table and sat down, she dropped it on the table and looked at me.
"When Serph's goons first attacked we killed some of them, after the battle I found this but I don't know what it means it was also hanging up in the base"
I picked up the cloth and spread it out on the table looking at it carefully, on the cloth was what looked like a strange symbol but I had never seen one like it before.
"Well I don't recognize it from anywhere, how about you Serinity?" i asked.
She took the cloth and looked it over for a few minutes before setting it down on the table again, "I have seen one like it some years ago, it was on the chest of a Devimon that tried to attack the palace a long time ago my parents called it the crest of evil"
"It is given only to digimon who have been to the dark region as a sign of their inner evil" she said as she looked between Kate and i.
I looked at her for a minute before picking the cloth up and looking at the crest again, "I heard about that place, it is said that any digimon who goes into it is instantly turned into a virus type it's also how the Devimon type digimon came into being".
I saw Kate look at me from the corner of my eye, "What do you mean?"
I took a deep breath as I tried to remember the legend, "Well its been a while since I've heard the story but I think it goes something like this, when the dark region was discovered some Angemon and Angewomon went into to face some great evil in it but the dark region corrupted them so much that before they got to their destination they had turned into Devimon and Lady Devimon and when they finally did reach their goal they pledge loyalty to the rulers of that region".
Serinity nodded at this, "It's true, that is the legend but since then the rulers have been defeated and their followers have since scattered to the wind, it is possible that this Serph could have become bonded to one of the Devimon or Lady Devimon don't you think Chad?"
I nodded to Serinity as I replied, "It's possible And it does seem like the style of a Devimon to keep people suffering, they take great pleasure in seeing the torment of those they consider lesser beings although i wouldn't put it past some humans to act the same way either. Trust me they're capable of creating just as much misery as any virus type digimon, I've seen it first hand".
This got a surprised look from Kate before she turned back to Serinity, "Really I can't thank you enough for your help Miss Serinity it really means a lot to me that you're doing this even if it does come with the help of a Shifter" she said as she glared at me from the corner of her eye.
I didn't even bother to look at her as I replied because I had suddenly developed an intense interest in the hole that the spear had made in my paint's leg, "Yeah well at least after this I won't have to worry about getting the fur out of my clothes from your nasty shedding you mangy feline"
Suddenly Kate jumped out of her chair and slammed her hands down flat on the table as she glared at me, "And just whom are you calling mangy?! At least i don't look like some kind of walking electronics accident!"
It was my turn to jump out of my chair and glare at her, "Oh yeah! I may be a walk accident but at least I don't go attacking the people who help me by sticking a spear gun in their face!"
"Will you two quit arguing for a few minutes so we can go over the plan again!" Serinity yelled at us.
We both jumped at the sudden rise in her voice and looked at her, "I swear you two are worse than a couple of kids! Now sit down!"
Both Kate and I sat down in our chairs as we looked at Serinity who was glaring at both of us, "Good now just so we understand each other there will be no more fighting from here on out do I make myself clear?!"
Both Kate and I glare at each other before finally nodding agreement, "Good now both of you shake hands and I don't want to hear another word about this or any more arguing".
We shook hands over the table giving each others hands a good crushing before we finally let go and looked back at Serinity, "Ok so you what part of the plan did you want to go over again?" I asked as I picked up what looked like a ring from my things and looked it over.
"Ok from what Kate told us it will take a few hours for us to get to Serph's base and we've got the plan pretty much laid out but what i want to know is if everyone is going to be ok with this" Serinity said as she looked between Kate and I again.
"If it helps to get my friends out of the hands of that bastard than I think I can put up with this for a while so yeah I'm good with it" Kate said.
They both looked at me and waited as I thought about it, finally after a few minutes I looked up at Serinity and studied her as i spoke.
"You realize that this is very risky and if we get caught we could very well be killed right?"
Serinity nodded at this, "And you also realize that this plan has almost no chance of succeeding in any way right"
Again a nod, "Alright I'm in"
This seemed to surprise both of them because their jaws went slack as i went back to inspecting the ring I was holding, I heard Kate speak as i turned it over.
"What that's it? No begging or pleading with her to change her mind, just ok I am in!?" she said in astonishment.
I just looked at her as i spoke, "Yep"
"You're not going to nitpick and point out all of the flaws in her plan or at least ask her to reconsider trying to get out of the swamp on your own?"
"Nope"
"Are you insane!?" she yelled.
"Pretty much, yeah."
She just looked at me in complete astonishment as I went back to studying the ring in my hand, suddenly I was tackled out of my chair to the ground as I was assaulted by a wet tongue on my face and a pair of arms around my neck as I heard Serinity speak.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you Chad!" she said in my ear happily.
I moved around under the onslaught until I was finally able to push her off of me.
"Alright, alright geez, get off me already!" I said.
I started wiping my face off as I heard Serinity giggle and got up, as I finally picked myself up off the floor I heard Kate speak, "Wait why are you agreeing to this? I mean she could very well get killed if we're found out not to mention what they'll do to her and me if they realize what we're doing!"
I righted my chair and sat down looking at her as I spoke, "True but as you saw before I can handle myself in a fight so i can assure you that I'll be able to take care of her since I won't be that far away from her at any point during the mission, not only that but I'm actually interested in seeing if the princess here can pull off acting like a straight up bitch."
This last comment got me a smack in the back of the head from Serinity, "And just what is that suppose to mean Chad?" she asked as she glared down at me.
I rubbed the welt she gave me and looked back at her, "Geez chill out woman!, all I mean is that it's going to be tough to fool these guys if you let your base personality get in the way of what needs to be done is all."
"Well I don't see why your worried Chad I was able to fool you when we first met wasn't I?" she replied looking a little smug.
"What fooling, I was almost certain that Taomon was going to try something and I knew you were involved some how I just didn't know how until you tried to have those soldiers kill me!" I told her.
She glared down at me as she replied, "I did not have them try and kill you! It's not my fault what they did!"
"Umm, guys"
"Oh, so maybe i should take it up with that moronic captain that tried to starve me on the way back to your home then?"
"GUYS!"
Both Serinity and I stopped and looked at Kate as she continued to speak, "Look as much as I enjoy watching you love birds go at it we still have to get ready for later ok?"
"Who are you calling love birds you mangy feline!" I told her.
This didn't get the response I thought it would because all she did was look at me for a minute before she looked at Serinity, "Miss Serinity if you don't mind a few houses down their are some water barrels and some buckets could you bring some water so I can cook us some thing to eat before we start getting ready for bed?"
Serinity just nodded at her, "How many do you want?"
"Two should be fine thank you and if you could get some canned goods from the house next to it too please."
Again Serinity nodded then made her way out the door closing it behind her, Kate waited for a few minutes before looking at me and speaking.
"What do you think your doing?" she asked.
I didn't even bother to look at her as I replied, "I don't know what you're talking about?"
I saw her fur puff up at this out of the corner of my eye, "Are you really that clueless? It's obvious that she likes you so why are you being such an ass?!"
I just stayed quiet and let her keep going, "Do you really think that just because she's a digimon you can push her off like that? I mean com-"
"Why do you care?"
Kate blinked a couple of times before closing her mouth, "What could some one like you possibly know about being a shifter or what we go through"
This seemed to piss her off some but she didn't start yelling like I had hoped she would, instead she took a deep breath and calmed herself before talking again.
"You think you're so different just because of what you are? By the gods I'm no different than you I'm a hybrid too!" she said.
This pissed me off so i glared at her, "You think we're the same?" I growled.
Kate just nodded and kept staring back at me, "What possible right do you think you have to even suggest something like that?" I growled.
"Have you ever walked down the side of a street cold and hungry begging for food from people only to get spit on or the crap kicked out of you, and when that happens have you ever asked for someone's help only to have them look at you like trash and laugh or join in?"
"Or let me ask you this, have you ever had to dig through trash trying to find food that was at least less than a week old and didn't have rat crap and maggots on it so you could take it back to you friends so they can have something to eat?!"
I stood up over the table and jabbed her in the chest as I continued to speak, "No you haven't you were probably nice and safe in your house as a kid, loved by your ANTHRO parents and friends you probably got to go to school just like all the other kids, then when that was done you probably got a job as some rich fucks cute little ANTHRO pet so you wouldn't have to worry about money!" I yelled at her and I saw her flinch every time I said Anthro.
"So don't you even begin to think you're anything like me! You may think you are but your kind is no different from those filthy fucking humans"
That got a reaction out of her and she glared at me, "Don't you even try to deny it woman your kind have done just as much damage to shifters as they have, and don't try to tell me that when you were young you didn't cross the street when on some rare occasion you did see a shifter walking down the same sidewalk as you"
"I'll bet I can even tell you what you were thinking when you did it too, by the gods it's one of those nasty shifters! I hope it doesn't come over here and try to touch me"
I saw the look in her eyes falter then she lowered her gaze to the table, "Yeah that's what I thought Anthro, you have no right to even try and tell me that we're no different I'll bet when you where in school you had all the boy's talking to you and asking you out on dates. I'd even go so far as to bet that when you did say yes to one of them and you went to meet his parents they welcomed you with open arms"
"We shifters on the other hand get nothing more than a gun in our face and a boot to our ass if we so much as look at one of the humans wrong and all your kind ever did was bend over and fucking take it from the humans so you could have a warm bed and a hot fucking meal, The only reason I didn't kill you when I saw you was because of the fact that I hate humans even more than I hate your kind for getting into bed with them!" as I said this I saw a few tears run down Kate's cheek.
Finally feeling a little better and somewhat guilty I closed my eyes and fell back into the chair not even bothering to look at her.
"You not entirely right you know." she whispered.
I cast a quick glance at her and saw her looking at me but I said nothing, "It's true when i was young I thought of shifters like everyone else did but I was a child and didn't really know any better....but my entire opinion changed one day."
This peeked my interest so i looked at her more closely, "I was about eight when it happened....I was walking home from school one day and some of the older kids were following me home, at the time I didn't know it but about half way home they cut me off and surrounded me".
I saw her start to fidget as she continued, "They acted really nice to me and gave me candy and things then they asked me if i wanted to hang out with them, something told me not to go with them but I was so happy that they had asked me that I ignored it and said yes."
"They pulled me into a back alley behind one of the stores.....after a while we came to this dead end and the kids pulled out this bottle and started drinking from it, they started to get really pushy after that and I got scared, I tried to leave but they wouldn't let me they said if I wanted to hang out with them then I had to give them something in return."
By this time the tears were coming more and more but she kept talking, "One of them pushed me down onto an old mattress and started to touch me, I tried to fight them off but I was to small to do anything. They started to tear my clothes off and ran their hands over me....I tried to call for help but they hit me and told me to keep quiet or they would hurt me."
"Around that time one of them....a human took off his pants and his friends held me down, that's when i knew they were going to rape me....I fought as hard as i could but they were to strong for me and I could only cry when he got down and started to touch me"
"I could only close my eyes when he started to put himself closer to me and pray that they wouldn't hurt me, as I waited I heard some one start fighting and the next thing I knew the humans where running off screaming and when I opened my eyes to see what was going on I saw another boy standing over me I thought that he had fought off the other humans so he could have me to himself so I was a bit surprised when he took off his coat and wrapped it around me and asked me if I was ok"
"I told him I was and asked what his name was but before he could tell me he passed out, that's when I noticed he was hurt badly so I did the only thing I could think of and ran to a phone and called my parents, when they finally came to help me they said he was a shifter and we should just leave him there that is until I told them what had happened and that he had been the one to save me from those boys"
"After that they put him in the truck and we took him back to our house and nursed him back to health to thank him for saving me, I remember when he got a little better he thanked us for helping him and I asked him if he would stay with us until he was all better but he said that if he did then the hunters would come and he didn't want to put us in harms way. After that he left with out a word....eventually my parents came to an agreement that if they found any more shifter kids that they would help them and we ended up running a safe house for them....that is until the hunters found out when I was about thirteen, they burned down my home and killed my parents but luckily they never found the shifters or me and when it was all over we made our way into the marshes here".
By this time I was seeing her in a slightly different light, "I've heard of some people that have been helping shifters but every time I tracked them down it was to late." I said to her.
She just smiled at me weakly before answering, "Yeah well for some reason it always ends like that, but I still don't see why you have to treat Serinity like that even when I can tell that you like her"
I looked down at the table and noticed the claw marks that I had left in it from earlier, I started to run my fingers over them as I spoke to Kate.
"You want the truth?" I asked her.
She nodded at me and perked her ears forward, "First off yeah I do like her......beside other shifters she is the only one who's ever been kind to me, but the simple fact of the matter is that I'm to afraid of what might happen if i let her get to close"
Kate tilted her head curiously, "You mean the hunters?"
I closed my eyes and nodded, "Among other things.....you've seen it first hand....the kind of horror they can cause, no matter where we go hunters always find us....always take everything from us even the digimon do the same thing when they find us....unless we were hired by them to do a job most of the time they would rather kill us than even consider talking to us....everything we shifters do ends up turning to ashes at our touch that's why most of us never get to have anything more than what we can get from the meager living we make doing odd jobs or working at the shift station."
"That is unless you take my path and become a mercenary.....even though the money is good being a shifter means I have to spend most of my life in run down rat holes in the ghetto or some abandoned building with none of the basic's of life, and even if Serinity does have feelings about me there's no way that anything could happen between us even if I wanted them to."
This got a scowl out of Kate as I looked at her, "Look I don't know much about shifters but one thing I do know is that if you don't let this whole lone wolf thing go your just going to end up face down in a ditch with no one to mourn you when you die I mean it's not like your actually going to hurt Serinity if you let her get close is it?"
Just then we heard a knock at the door making us both jump and turn to look, Kate got up and opened the door revealing Serinity holding two buckets and a burlap sack with something in it. She looked around as Kate took the buckets from her, "Is everything ok?"
Kate just smiled at her, "Yeah we were just talking that's all come on in and I'll get supper started then we can hit the sack and head out in the morning".
For the rest of the night i thought about what Kate had said, even as I ate I didn't even bother to listen to the girls converse unless they wanted my opinion on something and even then I only gave them a grunt or a whatever.
After we got done eating Kate set out some sleeping mats that she pulled out of the closet and set them out for us with some blankets before blowing out what remained of the candle and getting into her own bed, I put my coat and scarf over the back of the chair and went to bed as soon as I could hoping that i would have a clearer head in the morning. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
Chapter Forty One
I was running through the woods as fast as i could from something, i could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my lungs were burning. Sweat was dripping off of me like water from a faucet and my body was in pain but I couldn't stop running, I could hear it behind me that horrible beast that's plagued me for so long but no matter how fast i ran it was getting closer.
I pushed myself harder and picked up the pace trying to get away from it, I could hear it getting even closer and a soft chuckle reached my ears taunting me and driving me to go even faster.
"Hehehehe you can't get away from me Chad.....I'm always here.....I always have been and always will be......you'll never get away from me no matter how hard you try, you couldn't get away from me then and you can't get away from me now hehehehehe"
I pushed through the branches and the undergrowth and i could feel them lashing at me, trying to grab me and hold me still but i pushed through them.
"Your too weak Chad....I'm the only reason you're alive today"
Finally I managed to break through the trees but I came skidding to a halt when i saw a vast sea of water that seemed to glint crimson in the moonlight as it lapped at the ground before me, I turned around and looked back at the trees when I heard something crashing through them and saw a massive form cloaked in shadows looking back at me.
"I will have you sooner or later weakling you can count on that, you will always come back to me and I will be right here waiting for you to ask for my help.....for you to ask me to come out and play"
Its shadowed face split into an evilly grin and i saw large yellowish fangs glinting in the moonlight, my gaze traveled a little higher and I saw two glowing red eyes staring back at me.
I felt my chest tighten with fear and I bolted into the water and tried to swim for it but as I dove in I saw faces both human and digimon looking back up at me, dozens....no hundreds of them all of them with dead vacant eyes and rotting faces.
I tried to get out of the water but I felt hands latch onto me and begin to drag me down further in the warm murky depths, it slid over my chest as they dragged me down and i felt more hands grab me.
"Somebody......please somebody help me!" I screamed.
The water was sliding over my face now and as I called out some of it slid into my mouth, when it touched my tongue I realized what it was i was being dragged into......it was a sea of blood.
\*No\*
One of the hands grabbed my head and started pulling me down under the surface, I punched out and kicked with my feet trying to get back above the surface but the hands that held me wouldn't let go.
The blood was in my nose and mouth now and I couldn't breathe, all I could feel were those hands dragging me further down into its depths as i struggled to get free. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
"NO!"
I sat bolt upright in the dark room and looked around, I could feel cold sweat soaking my shirt and i was breathing hard and shaking with fear.
It took me a minute to recall where I was but the dream still plagued me with after images and I could still taste the blood in my mouth and feel the hands on my skin clutching at me, I could feel something wet on my cheeks and realized I was crying.
"Chad what's wrong, are you ok?.....gods your shaking like a leaf!" Serinity said.
I still couldn't move because of the dream and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt her put her arms around me and pull me close, I was shivering uncontrollably and for some reason the feel of her fur was comforting.
I felt her move around until she was hugging me and when she stopped I wrapped my arms around her and held tightly, I couldn't stop my body from shaking as I sat there and held onto her for dear life.
After a few minutes I calmed down some but I couldn't let go of her because I felt that if I did I would be taken back to that place and they would get me again, I slowly forced myself to loosen my grip on her and started to pull away.
"Serinity i-"
"Shhhh it's ok, everything is going to be ok Chad" she said cutting me off and pulling me closer.
It felt good to have someone do that, it's the first time anyone since Claire had done it and I suddenly felt the tears rolling down my face increase. I renewed my grip and felt her start to lean me back until I was laying down again, we lay there like that for some time and I heard Serinity whispering reassuring things in my ear and telling me everything was going to be alright.
I slowly began to drift off again as she did this and soon I was drifting into a dreamless sleep, and as i did i heard a strange song floating around me as if keeping me safe.
I woke up the next morning to someone kicking me in the leg and when i opened my eyes I saw Kate standing over my with a shit eating grin on her face, I looked around and realized it was morning but I couldn't figure out why she was smiling like that.
Just then I felt something close to me move and looked down to find Serinity laying with her back pressed up against me, I quickly got up and moved away from her and grabbed my coat then put it on after I wrapped my wings around my chest.
After that was done I turned back and glared at Kate who still had that stupid grin plastered on her face, "What the hell are you grinning at you mangy feline?!" I growled at her.
"Woahohoho some body's cranky this morning, what's the matter shifter have a late night?" she replied still grinning.
I glared harder at her and replied, "That's none of your business furball so just shut up and drop it".
I saw the grin drop from her face as she looked at me then she turned to the stove and started making some food, I on the other hand walked out of the little shack that we were in and walked down to the water supply a few houses down.
When I got there I pulled off my coat and shirt and grabbed a bucket then dipped it down into the drum of water, I dumped the water over my head and felt it take off some of the sweat from last night.
I did this a few more times then grabbed my shirt and dunked it into the water then I followed it in as far as I could without actually getting into the barrel, I scrubbed myself down as fast as I could and pulled myself out and shook myself hard to get the water off of me.
After that was done I rang out my shirt, after I had it dry enough (which wasn't to hard since it was under armor) I put it back on and turned around only to find Kate there watching me.
She seemed to be thinking about something and hadn't noticed I had turned around, "What do you want furball" I growled at her as I pushed my wings through the holes in the back of my shirt then wrapped them around my chest.
I saw her jump some and look at me, "I came to tell you breakfast is ready and Serinity wants to know if you can help her out with a few of the details in her plan this morning" she said.
"I'll be there in a minute so go ahead and get back", she just nodded and turned walking back to her little shack.
\*I wonder how much she saw\* I thought as I reached up and pulled Serinity's ribbon out of my hair, I looked at it for a second before I shoved it into my pocket and grabbing my coat then I started walking back to the shack. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
Chapter Forty Two
"Ok like I said the last two times, there are two ways this will go" I sighed.
"When we get there this Serph guy will either take Kate back without giving her to us for the damage to my leg or he will, if he does let you stay with us then that's fine but we'll still have to put you with the other slaves do you understand?" they both nodded.
"But the only thing that's wrong with your leg is a small hole in the casing Chad what could possibly be bad about that?" Serinity asked.
I groaned in frustration and looked at her, "Fine you know what, instead of trying to tell this to you I'll show you." I said.
I reached down and pulled up my pant leg then stuck a finger into the hole in the casing of my thigh and ripped it open creating a jagged rip in it's covering so that the mechanics where exposed then I jabbed the pointer finger of my right hand through the metal in a few more places so it looked like I got hit by some bullets, after that was done I put the leg of my pants back down and made it look torn and tattered like it had been there when I got hit.
After that was done I looked at the others and spoke, "Are we getting the general idea here?" I asked.
They both nodded again so I continued, "Ok regardless of whether or not he takes you back to be with the other slaves we'll still have to sell this so Serinity is going to have to wear the camo unit that I have here or this won't work" I said as i picked up the choker and handed it to her.
Serinity took it but didn't put it on yet, "Serinity I have to tell you this, if we're going to pull this off then you'll have to stop being yourself for now at least until we free the captive Anthros and take out Serph do you understand?"
She looked a bit uncertain but nodded, "I know you're not going to like this but you can't let what you might see faze you in the least so the only advise I can give you is this, block it out, ignore it and you'll be fine the only thing that leaves is the way you act." I told her.
"You won't have the luxury of acting like your normal self, instead you're going to have to act like a virus type Digimon which means you're going to have to think like one."
This made Serinity tilt her head and cock one ear up curiously, "What do you mean Chad?"
I sat back in my chair and looked her dead in the eye before continuing, "What I mean is instead of being kind you'll have to act like you actually enjoy causing others pain and misery."
"Dark types and virus types aren't known for being kind to others, instead they think only of what they can do to further their own goals or personal pleasure, like taking slaves and servants of lesser beings like Shifters, Anthros, Humans and even other Digimon do you think you can pull this off?" I said.
Serinity thought hard about this for several minutes before nodded agreement, "Yes I think I can" she said.
I nodded, "Just do your best to keep this in mind, your better then everyone else and that means you deserve to be in charge no exceptions, and this really shouldn't be any different than court politics for you ok? Just keep that in mind and you should be fine." I told her.
She nodded to me, "So basically you want me to act like a spoiled child who gets everything she wants no matter how badly it hurts someone else."
This made me grin, "That's absolutely correct Serinity."
I looked at Kate next, "Ok Kate what did you do when they held you captive before? Did you or the others make the food or did one of the goons under Serph do it?" I asked.
Kate flinched at the question and started rubbing her arm before speaking, "I....i was Serph's personal servant while I was their so I don't remember much but i do know that my friends are the ones who make the food not his goons." she told me.
Even I knew what she meant by that but the fact that she couldn't remember much bothered me, instead of pressing further I just nodded "Ok that's good it will make it easier for us when the time comes to take out Serph, but it also means that we're going to have to really sell this because if we don't then you could very well get hurt badly or killed for that matter." I said.
"The only thing you need to do is play along with us but we're going to have to ruff you up some before we go and you're not going to be able to wear your clothes there." This made Kate glare at me like she was going to attack, but I held up my hand to stop her.
"Let me explain before you decide to do anything rash" i said to her, "Slaves don't have rights and looking at this from a virus type point of view you are going to be Serinity's new slave and as such you will have to earn any type of privilege and that means clothes"
This made Kate blush and i almost laughed, "Fine but what about you Shifter are you going to do the same thing?" she asked as she shot me an angry glare.
I shook my head, "No but I will be going in there without my shirt on so that will help sell this little plan of ours" I told her.
"But we are going to have to get some sleeping herbs to make this easier on us." I said.
This made both of them look at me curiously, "What do you mean?" Kate asked.
"Well for starters we need to put as many of Serph's goons to sleep as we can otherwise we'll be fighting the whole base" I said.
They both agreed with me on this point so I continued, "Also if we can take out Serph then it will be that much easier to deal with his goons, after all if you want to kill a snake then you have to take off the head"
They seemed to except this but Kate asked another question, "Shifter why don't you wear the camo unit so we can make sure this goes off without a hitch?".
I closed my eyes and shook my head as I spoke to her, "It wouldn't work, if anything it would make us seem even more suspicious because of the fact that some of the humans have digimon, digimon can smell the difference between a shifter and a human so it would only blow our cover since I don't have anything to cover up my scent and make me smell human" I told her.
"Oh, that makes sense" she said.
I sighed loudly and looked between them before I spoke again, "Ok so the first thing we need to do is have Kate disrobe then one of us is going to have to ruff her up some then we need to pick some sleeping herbs before we get to the base is everyone clear on this....and Serinity your going to have to be the one who ruffs her up."
They both nodded as I got up and walked to the door but Serinity spoke making me stop and turn around, "Chad why do i have to do it?"
"Because I already smell of death Serinity we can pass that off as me trying to protect you as your personal slave, but if they smell her blood on me then it could through off the entire plan then we'd be screwed from the get go." I told her.
I was just about to leave when I heard Kate speak to me, "Shifter....thank you for your help, and if you check the building by the water supply you should be able to find some dried herbs in there, i don't know if they're what you want but it shouldn't hurt to look and there's also a couple of med packs in there as well".
I nodded to this and left making my way out the door to the building Kate had mentioned; when I got there I went inside and found what she was talking about. Luckily I did find a few herbs that would put someone to sleep but there weren't enough for a large number of people so I checked the med kits and was relieved to find some sleeping pills and other things that I could use luckily I also found some rope that we could use so I gathered everything up and walked back to the shack that Serinity and Kate were in and walked inside to find Kate standing in only her fur with a few fresh bruises and cuts like she had been in a fight, but not looking like she had been tortured.
Even I had to admit she was a highly attractive woman but I wasn't about to let her know that besides she was to much fun to argue with for me to say something like that to her although I did give her a quick once over just to check her out, she had a nicely toned body with no body fat and her breasts were a good handful to be sure however the blood on her white belly and tiger strip patterns didn't do much to flatter her. My gaze traveled down to her crotch and I saw the folds of her sex as the fur tapered away to soft pink flesh then i looked at her slender legs, Yep in all she was very attractive I could see why the humans found her kind so easy to get along with.
I set the stuff down on the table and packed everything back into the makeshift bag then slung it over my shoulder and looked at Kate, "Do you have a map or something to show us where Serph's base is?" I asked her.
I watched as she turned and walked over to the closet and opened the door then began digging around for a map, as I watched I saw she had a tight firm ass and her tail wasn't bad either. I was still checking her out when I got kicked in the shin by Serinity which made me grunt and grab the table to stay standing, I glared at her and she glared back at me accusingly then she huffed and turned away.
I looked at her while she had her back to me like she was nuts but then something occurred to me, \*I think she was actually jealous that I was looking at Kate and not her\* this thought actually made me smirk but thankfully my scarf hide this fact.
Right about this time Kate came back over and unrolled a map of the marsh lands and pointed to one of the little dots on it as she spoke, "Ok we're here in this village, the other villagers where taken about a month ago so there's nobody here to worry about but Serph's base is here." at this she trailed her finger North East of the village until she came to a point near the edge of the marsh where it had a symbol that looked like a castle.
"So Serph stay's in a castle near the edge of the marshlands?" I asked.
Kate nodded, "Yeah it's been there since we came to the marsh lands but it's still in pretty good condition" she told me as she rolled up the map.
"It should take us a few hours to get there but if we leave now we can get there by mid day so it won't take that long, but i still don't see how some choker is going to help us pull this off" she finished.
This made me grin and I looked over at Serinity and held out my hand, "Let me see the camo unit for a minute" I told her.
She handed it to me and I pulled out a small jack and pushed it into the input in my head then I messed with the configuration of the setup and gave it back to her, She looked at me for a minute and I nodded.
Kate and I watched as she put the choker on and hit the button in the eye socket, I heard Kate gasp as Serinity's fur changed to what it had been in the castle the only difference now was that she had the symbol of a white Orabaris on her legs instead of her normal Ying/Yang symbol.
I saw Serinity shiver then she settled down and sighed, "I really don't like that feeling" she said.
Kate walked around the table and touched Serinity's arm as if she was trying to wipe off the effect and when she realized that it wouldn't come off her eye widened in amazement then she looked at me.
"You....how did....what the hell is going on!?!" she said.
I pointed at the choker that Serinity was wearing as i spoke, "The choker actually changes the physical appearance of anyone who puts it on, I'm not to sure about how it works but it does so I'm not complaining about it and barring a direct hit it won't crap out on us unless we get it wet" I told her.
With that said i looked at Serintiy, "Come on we've got to get going so we can get this over with" i told her.
She nodded and we made our way out of the little shack to the jet ski's waiting at the docks, before we got on though I turned to Kate and stopped her.
She looked at me questioningly before saying anything, "What's the matter Shifter?"
"Unfortunately there's one thing I need to do before we go to Serph's base" I told her.
She didn't seem to understand what i was talking about so I explained it to her, "you have the appearance of someone who's been beaten but you don't move like them so I need to drain you of your energy before we get going you should be better some what by the time we get their but this will help to sell the illusion of what we're trying to do" I told her.
This seemed to connect with her and she looked a little worried, "So what are you going to do, bite my neck or something"
"Irk" I closed my eyes as i spoke to her, "No you idiot I'm not a vampire!, I'm going to use an attack ability on you to drain your energy so our story looks more convincing."
When I looked at her again I saw her give a weak smile before nodding, "Fine but you only get to do this once so make it quick." she said.
I relaxed a little and nodded, "It's going to hurt but it will only last for a second so don't worry" i told her.
"Close your eyes and take a deep breath and it'll be over before you know it", she did as i told her and i summoned the energy for my attack.
As she started to let out her breath I reached out and said the name of the attack I was using, "Claws of Darkness" as I touched her she went ridged then slumped forward.
I reached over and picked her up then slung her over my shoulder as I walked over to the jet ski and turned it on, After I was done I put her on the jet ski and climbed on then I gunned the engine and we shot forward into the marsh. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
Chapter Forty Two
Kate was right about it taking a few hours because when we finally saw the old castle the sun was high in the sky, i gave a sigh as it came into view between the trees "this is so cliché" i said as we drifted near a tree.
The castle itself wasn't that big but it was a little run down because marsh plants were growing on the outside wall, it looked like Frankenstein's castle from where i was sitting and I could see a large wooden door in the outer wall close to some more jet ski's like the one I was on.
"Why do you say that Chad?" she asked me.
"Oh come on, Seriously?" I said to her "haven't you ever seen a monster movie?, it always ends the same way, in some big dramatic battle where the good guy beats the evil monster in the throne room or on the battlements and saves the day" I told her.
I felt her put her hand on my shoulder as she leaned a little closer to me and spoke into my ear, "So what does that make you Chad?"
I groaned at the thought, "Oh be quiet woman".
This made Serinity giggle some as I turned back to look at her, "There's some rope in the bag take it and wrap one end around Kate's neck and hold the other end like a leash" I told her as I slipped off my coat.
"If I see one bit of lightning we're outta here" I mumbled to myself.
I heard her digging through the bag as I pulled my shirt off, I waited until she was done then I slipped my shirt, scarf and coat into the bag then I hugged my wings to my back and looked back to see if she was ready.
When I saw she was I revved the engine and drove up to the dock in front of the old castle, I waited for Serinity to get off before I grabbed Kate's limp form and slung it over my shoulder and followed Serinity up to the front gate.
As we got closer I saw a human break away from a group of two digimon and another human, \*Here it comes\* I thought \*I hope she can keep it together\*.
The human walking up to us was wearing the same armor that the first two we ran into were, this time I looked the armor over more carefully.
He was wearing a partial chest plate that came to just above his stomach and stopped, on his arms the armor went over his shoulders to just above the elbow and he was wearing metal gloves that came up and covered his forearms, as I looked closer I noticed the fingers past the middle knuckle were cut short probably so he could handle his weapon better.
The pants where brown and made of some kind of cloth that seemed thicker that it should be, \*probably has kevlar sown into it\* I thought. I noticed that this cloth seemed to cover any part that didn't get covered by the armor.
I looked a little lower and saw he was wearing metal shin guards and on his feet were metal plates built into some leather boots, he was holding his helmet in his left hand and it looked like a metal helmet with a back plate to protect the neck and the face plate looked like it would cover from the bridge of the nose down to the chin but what caught my eye was the strange red lensed goggles set where the eyes go.
The two lenses seemed to glow somewhat as I looked at them and they looked like they had some serious tech behind them, \*Possible night vision and thermal options maybe a targeting system too, this is some tough shit to get.....the only time I've seen stuff like this was that time i tangled with a S.W.A.T team in the human world because I'd just killed some high up corporate shmuck\* I thought.
I quit checking out the guys gear and put on a blank face so I would at least look my part, as I did this the human sidled up to Serinity with a dumb grin on his face showing cracked and yellow teeth.
"What do you want virus?" he said to her.
\*Gods please let this work\* I thought as I followed him with my eyes.
"What I want human is to talk to the filth that owns this Anthro slave" she said in a commanding tone.
This seemed to amuse the human and his friends because they all started laughing, "That's funny virus but the boss don't see nobody unless he tells them to come to him, and even then they gotta go through us first." as he said this i saw his eyes slide over her body and for some reason it pissed me off that he did this.
I took a step forward and raised my right hand but Serinity held out her arm and stopped me, I looked at her quickly and settled down.
I watched as she smiled sweetly and slowly walked over to him, he chuckled a bit as she ran a finger across his chest plate then over his shoulder as she walked around him, "Is that so human? Well let me tell you something." she said as she put her other hand on his other shoulder.
Suddenly she grabbed him by the throat and i heard him start to struggle for breath as she put her muzzle close to his ear and spoke, "If i wanted to deal with trash like you then I'd go to the dump and take my pick, now either you take me to your boss or I'll give you to my slave here so he can have some fun."
"Now either do as I say or get out of my way before I change my mind and let him rip you apart" With that she pushed the human away hard making him stumble and fall on his face.
I saw his friends get ready to do something so I raised my right hand and released my claws making them think twice then I wagged my finger at them, they glared at me but did nothing.
I heard the human pick himself up and talk, "You got some nerve bitch you know that, this is the base of Serph the guy who rules this marsh and he don't take kindly to some virus bitch rolling up here and making demands"
i turned to look at the human and saw him take some kind of gun from a holster at his hip and my instincts kicked in, I dropped Kate to the ground and lashed out with my right hand piercing threw the armored glove he was wearing and making him drop the weapon.
I heard him scream when he realized what i had done and saw him fall to his knees making my claws slip out of his hand, the wound I gave him was bleeding heavily and he was cradling it in his lap.
I was just about to make the finishing blow when Serinity held up her hand making my stop; she slowly walked over to him and crouched down to look at him. He was still screaming from the pain of his hand as she put one finger under his chin and lifted his head up so they were looking each other in the eyes as she spoke.
"That was a very stupid thing you did trash, I had one simple request for you and that was for you to take my to see your leader and look what happened when you didn't do as I told you" she said.
I saw her reach out and take the humans injured hand in her other one and slowly run her thumb over it until it was covering the hole, "Now that you've learned your lesson are you going to take me to see your leader?"
The human gritted his teeth and spat in her face, "Fuck you bitch you'll never see the boss!"
I watched Serinity wipe the spit from her face then i heard an ear splitting scream come from the human I looked down and saw her digging her thumb claw around in his hand making sure to move it around to get the most pain in his screams, "That was the wrong answer trash....now this is what I'm going to do, I'm going to let you get up and then your going to take me inside to see your boss or I'm going to have my slave take you apart piece by piece" then she smiled evilly at him "and trust me there are a lot of pieces in the human body."
Even i had to shiver at the way she said this, the human nodded to her and she pulled her claw out of the hole in his hand then he jerked it back from her as she stood up.
I could see the anger for her on his face as Serinity spoke, "Come now it doesn't hurt that much so get up and do as I told you." she cooed softly.
Slowly the human got up and stumbled over to the gate and banged on it a couple of times then went back to cradling his injured hand, a few seconds later the large wooden door opened inward.
Inside I saw a few more guards in armor looking at us and these had their helmets on so i couldn't tell if they were male or female, we walked inside the door and I saw we were in a large courtyard with several gun placements stationed at key positions.
I took note of them as I followed Serinity and our guide to another large door, he opened this one and we walked into a large hall with several large tables set along the center of the room. I noted in all about thirty humans and digimon sitting at the tables some of the eating others drinking and still other were passed out on the table the one thing i noticed though was that the tables could hold maybe forty more than what was here, as we followed our guide i noticed several Anthro's standing around some of them had platters with jugs on them and others just had a look of fear in their eyes as we walked by.
As i passed by a female wolf in brown rags I heard a sharp gasp, \*Possibly one of Kates friends\* I thought.
The human lead us to a set of stairs and we followed him up to the second floor of the castle, after a few more minutes we were standing in front of a door and our guide had left us alone.
Serinity looked at me questioningly but all I could do was shrug at her, as she reached out for the handle of the door I noticed a chill in the air and looked around.
"What's wrong?" I heard her ask as I looked back down the hall behind us, I looked back at her before I spoke.
"I thought I felt someone watching us mistress", I told her.
She turned to look down both hallways then back at me, "I don't see anyone slave so do me a favor next time and keep it to yourself."
I bowed my head to her as if scolded, "Please, forgive me mistress".
With that she huffed and jerked the door opened and we stepped inside.
To Be Continued...... | FSE |
It was hard to tell whether inviting Sera over had been a good idea or the worst that Spikes had taken the liberty of putting to practice in the last few months; while the initial meeting had been quite warm, as it usually was, the sheer amount of unfettered, unbroken and endless posturing and flexing was quickly becoming unbearable for the two roommates, who had to fight a constant struggle, day in and day in, against what was happening to the draolf’s sister. It started off innocently enough, with her asking to make use of the private exercise room that Spikes had set up; seeing as she wasn’t going to forgo her daily regimen just because she was visiting her brother for a couple of weeks, neither him nor Tim thought to say no, as it would just be unnecessarily rude.
However, it quickly became clear that either she had ulterior motives from the start, or just blundered onto some and then kept on moving off of their momentum, because it was evident that her body was anything but normal. The first signs of the change were enough for Tim to immediately go into full panic mode, cornering Spikes in their bedroom and demanding to know if they should expect an explosive growth spurt like the ones the two of them often experienced, only for the male draolf to shrug and admit he had never seen Sera like that before; his sister had always been far stronger than him, but her body had obeyed the laws of physics up until then. Just why exactly she was packing on musculature far faster than she should was as much of a mystery to him as it was to the lynx, leaving the both of them to worry about what was in store for them after Sera had decided to extend her stay.
The other draolf, for her part, was thoroughly enjoying the sudden boost in efficiency; she’d never had issues in bulking up, goodness knows the opposite was more than true, but being able to watch in real time as her biceps bulged outwards each time she lifted a weight, as her legs thickened whenever she was done with a rep, or as her abs glistened with sweat whenever she finished a workout? That much was tickling parts of her brain that she didn’t even know were there to begin with… and she wanted more of it. It was a drug, especially given the stunned and aroused reactions she got around the house; it would’ve been amazing on its own, but having her own brother and his lover react the way they did whenever she showed up, carrying her ragged, tattered clothing on her as little more than scraps hanging from her shoulders, was perfection incarnate. If she could, she would do nothing more than just work out forever… and seeing as how she was on vacation, and just had her office close temporarily, she could certainly try for an approximation!
When the draolf informed the two that she intended to stop using their exercise room, both Tim and Spikes breathed several sighs of relief; when she pointed out that she’d be hitting the local gym instead, they both gulped so loudly it was almost comical. But what were they going to do, tell her to stop? Spikes’ sister could probably lift him just with one arm, and she was already tall enough that he could hang off of her bicep with his feet outstretched and still not touch the ground. It was imperative that Sera stop before it was too late, but no one in that house had the presence of mind to stand their ground and tell her that she was crossing a line; they were simply too turned on to do so.
So it was that the draolf began her new and improved regimen. Seeing as her body was going through gains much faster than she had anticipated, Sera could afford to be more intensive in her workouts, at times going so far that even her enhanced body felt the pain from how much it was forced to the limit; of course, all this did was accentuate the changes even more, resulting in a physical form that could only be described as the absolute peak of muscular perfection. Each step she took shook the very foundations of whatever building she was in, rattling windows in their frames and making doors wobble whenever she got close enough. If Sera didn’t pay attention, leaning onto a wall often caused it to crumble, with her hand piercing all the way through to the other side and leaving her stuck… until she ripped a large chunk of it away like it was nothing. Every day her frame bloated, swelled, muscle mass multiplying upon itself until her previous body shape, that of a buff-but-proportional bodybuilder, seemed like a puny weakling by comparison.
A week and a half was all it took for Spikes and Tim to dread the sight of Sera, not out of fear, but out of the healthy amount of arousal that always came with it; the male draolf in particular didn’t know what to make of his sudden fascination for his blood sibling, but he could only imagine that it was due to how utterly shameless she was in showing off her… curves? Honestly, he didn’t even know how to describe her; she was power incarnate at that stage, and yet she insisted she wasn’t even halfway to her goals. When was that girl going to stop, when the world was so tiny compared to her that she could bench-press it without even realizing it? That would’ve sounded completely insane just a literal week prior, and yet now it was such a real possibility that Spikes had to go back on his word and confide in Tim that he was honestly, genuinely terrified about what was going to happen… only for the lynx to echo his concerns and point out that they had no clue how to stop it either.
And did they want to stop it, was the question. Tim certainly had no intention of putting an end to that bulk-up adventure, and as much as Spikes was uncomfortable over all the sexually-charged energies he was generating towards Sera, he couldn’t find it within himself to beg for her to quit either, though at least he could rationalize it away as him caring too much about her to tell her to give up her dreams, as opposed to being so unbelievably aroused by her figure that he had to stifle a raging hard-on whenever he laid eyes on her. Sera herself was not only fully aware of this, but deliberately exploited it, either by leaning far too close onto them whenever they were talking about the subject, or just going around the house entirely nude after taking a bath, allowing her shimmering self to be presented in its absolute, utmost glory. The end result? A very horny Spikes and a very horny Tim, both of which were thoroughly entranced by the sight of the female draolf and what she had become, unable to put a stop to the madness… and this only meant that Sera could keep going to the gym every day, and return to her temporary home by night, looking significantly larger than she had been earlier. It got bad enough quickly enough that her head was soon enveloped by its very own muscle cushion, with how much her neck and back were developed, giving the impression that her body was some form of organic power armour. She was about as heavy as well, with each step she took making the house shudder and the walls groan, when she wasn’t just bursting through them in order to move between rooms, having become too big to use doorways properly. While Tim in particular minded the destruction, even their transformative powers weren’t enough to deal with the new menace… not after the draeolf found the lynx’s mass stash and promptly turned it all into protein shakes, only making a bad situation worse.
By that point, everyone in the neighborhood knew that Sera was around, if only because she insisted on walking from her temporary residence to the gym and back while completely nude; the draolf justified it by saying no clothing store had anything that could fit her, but then again, neither did she make any effort towards making any of her own, or ordering something custom-tailored from the many hyper-accessible outlets that offered that option. No, it appeared that, the larger she became, the more proud Sera was of her body, and the more she felt like showing it off to everyone that wanted to look at it, and plenty more that just didn’t have a choice. Neither Spikes nor Tim had any moral standing to complain about that point, given they were both extremely guilty of it as well; it just so happened that when they did it, it was far easier to ignore the consequences for running around being so massive that property damage followed in their wake, not to mention the countless gazes thrown at them by the little ones around the two. Now, they were the little ones, forced to deal with a hyper that was growing inexplicably quickly and seemed perfectly content with stretching the process out for as long as it could go, all while becoming more unwieldy with each passing hour.
Even the gym wasn’t enough for Sera, not when she became as wide as she was tall, and as tall as a building story, if not more; for a creature such as her, simply lifting weights no longer sufficed for the sort of growth hunger that churned away inside of her, and things very quickly spiralled out of control as soon as she decided that the establishment wasn’t worth her patronage. Instead, the draolf spent most of her time trying to find things to lift, things that would pose some degree of challenge for her and her new body; this had the predictable side-effect of only worsening her muscle build-up, as each new object that became the focus of her attention only added to her bulging frame. Sera’s biceps alone were already the size of a small car each, her legs thicker than tree trunks and her back and neck so bulked up that her head was practically encased in a shell of raw muscle mass, giving her the appearance of something that some would call grotesque, and others would cream their pants at the mere sight of. For the house’s resident couple, each day was a struggle, as they had to actively avoid looking at Sera in order to keep their composure, Spikes especially as he was dealing with a lot of unwanted filial love creeping up his backside… sometimes literally, giving Sera’s penchant for imposing herself physically upon them.
So it was that the female draolf began to do things that could charitably be described as “extremely destructive” at their very best, figuring that, if a gym no longer catered to her needs, then the rest of the world would just have to make due; given that there was no shortage of big and heavy things lying around, Sera assumed that no one would care too much if she decided to take some of them, even if their owners happened to be directly next to them. Tim and Spikes first saw what this meant in practice when the latter’s sister went outside, found the nearest parked car, and decided to use it as a weight, lifting it effortlessly with a single hand and gaining several dozen pounds of muscle over her left arm, which were then transferred to the rest of her body… each time she lifted the damned thing. The neighbor whose vehicle that was could only stand there, staring at his ride being utterly demolished as Sera’s grip tightened and large chunks of metal were ripped out of it, until the draolf tired of using it and moved on to the next one. By the end of the day, most of the people that the couple knew had been left carless, something they both knew would eventually end up falling on their heads, leaving them groaning in anguish when the first solicitors began to show up at their doors.
This, of course, wasn’t enough for Sera, who believed herself to be much too small to stop working out just yet. Indeed, the more she admired her body in front of a large pane of glass she stole from a skyscraper, the more she came to understand that her physical form, though the literal definition of muscular perfection, was nothing if not a cocoon, the first stage of her transformation into a true goddess of that world. Much like her brother had already ascended a couple of times, thus breaking physics hard enough that growthsplosions like hers could even take place, it stood to reason that she was owed a couple of similar experiences. As such, picking up parked cars quickly progressed to stopping trucks whenever they passed by, picking them up with a whole hand, then two fingers, then finally giving up entirely and sighing whenever she saw a vehicle get close enough to her that she had to take it into consideration.
At that point, the only thing left that could even remotely pose the smallest of challenges was, well… the neighborhood itself. With similar-sized houses, she figured she could get a couple of hours of a good workout after lifting the first one, and indeed, the time it took between her first digging her heels into the earth and her fingers underneath her brother’s home, ripping it off of its foundations with a shower of debris underneath, and no longer finding any enjoyment whatsoever in repeating the stunt… was about seven or so houses in, after which her body had grown so unbelievably colossal that there was very little left around those parts that could even remotely offer the smallest of challenges. Therefore, what better place to go than the city, promising apartment blocks and delicious skyscrapers that she could progress from barely being able to compete with, to looming over and being able to crush them with a single toe?
As Sera walked away, small earthquakes caused with each footstep, Tim and Spikes crawled from underneath the rubble that used to be their house, staring at one another with worried looks. They couldn’t stop it; the draolf was too strong now, too massive, and the only way to get rid of her would involve some unsavory tactics that her brother was not willing to even think about. Thus, the only thing they could do was try and match her, hopefully enough that Spikes could try and talk her down or, failing that, keep her pinned until a more permanent solution could be found.
“You still have the serum in the lower basement?” Spikes asked, brushing plaster off his shoulders.
“Extra-strength?” the lynx asked in reply.
“Extra-strength.” | yiff-extreme |
Title: Strong Wolf Chronicles part 6 - Unidentified by Burraku Pansa
Tags: Character Development, No-Yiff, Plot Development, Pokemon
"Good lord.." It was late in the night, and Dr. Laurel, one of Mauville City Pokemon Center's finest in the area of diagnostics, was part of the small group of workers still awake in the labs. He was the man who had been given the task of analyzing my DNA, but as time had gone on, more and more people had noticed what he was doing. The ones who weren't amazed beyond speech had offered him aid in his endeavor.
"Okay..", he said, breaking silence's grasp over the room once again, "Let.. Let me get this straight.. We know he's not completely human, yes?" Wearied heads nodded their agreement. "Look at this." He pointed to one of the many readouts around the room which they had all been occupied with. His finger was directed at a line of text that looked as though it bared no significance, just the same old gibberish.
"What am I supposed to be seeing, Jeff?", said a middle-aged man, face adorned with thick glasses, who sat nearby. He could understand my DNA no more than anyone else in the room, which was still a great deal more than most people, but apparently not as much as Dr. Laurel. "It's just some of the human part of his DNA. That's not what we should be focusing on, don't you think?"
"Exactly!", responded Laurel, his exclamation waking any who had nearly fallen asleep, "That's just what we've been doing; focusing on the pokemon part. That's our mistake! Look closely at this 'human' bit. I have a theory.." Many strained eyes stared blankly on at the readout, only a few displaying the slightest bit of comprehension. Frustrated, Dr. Laurel continued. "Can none of you see it? Really?.. Well, here's my idea: This young man is approximately half-human--"
"What are you talking about? Only five sixteenths of his genetic code is that of a pokemon." He had been cut off by another doctor; an old, brown haired woman this time. Even more frustrated, Dr. Laurel went on.
"If you would kindly let me get to that, Barbara.. Anyway, my hypothesis is that the 'human' DNA that I indicated earlier is, in fact, something else. Every test on the provided blood sample has proven to me that, without a doubt, the boy's mother was entirely human. However, his father seems to be something else; something so close to human that the differences between the genes are almost imperceptible. If you would all just look at the readout one more time.. right about... here."
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"Sir! Sir! I think you should get up! The doctors in diagnostics made a lot of progress with the analysis last night!" The voice belonged to Nurse Joy, who stood yelling from outside my door. Happy to have news, but reluctant to leave my position atop Lapin's stomach, it took a few moments before I woke her up and got out of bed. When we stepped into the hallway, Nurse Joy seemed happier than usual, which is certainly saying something.
She led us into the next hall towards a large, red, black trimmed double-door. Inside was everything I had imagined; screens, scientists, and more screens. "Hello, young man, I take it you're the one who gave us all that hell of a night?" The speaker was a white-clad man, bald as a plucked chicken, with a friendly smile on his face. "I'm Dr. Geoffrey Laurel, the man in charge of the tests." The two of us shook hands.
"Christopher Stidolph. Nurse Joy tells me you made a few discoveries? I hope the news is good." Dr. Laurel seemed to grow a bit more serious when the findings were mentioned, and I hoped that was only his way of being professional about his work. Instead of answering right out, he showed me to one of the larger screens in the room. Luckily for me, the usual complicated green text was absent. In its place was what appeared to be a video.
"Mr. Stidolph, what I'm going to explain to you would be a bit difficult to understand without a bit of visual aid, so I took the liberty of preparing this film." He pressed his finger to the screen, starting the video. A blue, slowly spinning double helix, the shape generally used to represent a portion of DNA, was suddenly displayed on the screen. "This is what part your chromosomes looked like when you first came into the world, Christopher. We obtained this image from the hospital in which you were born, if you're wondering."
He pressed the screen again, and the shape split into two parts, the both of them floating off in two directions and stopping at opposite sides of the screen. "The bit on the left is the genetic code that you obtained from your mother. The bit on the right is what came from your father. And this..", Dr. Laurel explained, pressing the screen once again, "Is what your chromosomes look like now." The piece on the right, from my father, now had a few sections replaced with a red coloration instead of blue.
"As you can see, the DNA from your mother hasn't changed at all. Your father's, however, is being replaced with the pokemon DNA you've been acquiring, represented here in red." Upon being touched once again, the screen zoomed in on my father's portion. "I surmised that everything that's been happening to you has something to do with your father's genetic code. I focused entirely on the human part of it and found a few very, very small discrepancies between it and human DNA."
I was thankful that he hadn't gone into too much detail about the differences. I was on the verge of being lost, as is usually the case with my visits to the doctor as of late.. Still, I felt now was as good a time as any to ask the inevitable question: "Are you saying that my father isn't human?" Dr. Laurel merely shook his head.
"All I'm saying is that I can't be sure, Chris. I've never seen anything like this before, and I doubt anyone else has, either. The only person I think has any chance of being able to explain this to you correctly is your father himself. Furthermore, I believe that the sooner you speak with him, the better, considering the rate at which your chromosomes are being overwritten.."
"Is that all you can tell me, sir?" Laurel nodded. "Well, then I guess I will have a talk with my Dad. Do you have a videophone in this building?", I asked. Laurel informed me that one was in the lobby, and I made for it at once, Lapin right behind me. Luckily we weren't far from it, and reached it in no time. Judging from the light coming through the windows and glass doors, it was still quite early in the morning. This reminded me of just how tired I was, but I felt that sleep could certainly wait.
I found the videophone in the corner of the room, and after a bit of time trying to remember the B&B's number, never having had to dial it myself, I had my mother, mousy as ever, on the screen. "Hey, Mom, is Dad there?", I said into the receiver. She appeared to stare behind me for a moment before responding, visibly sleepy.
"Oh, hello, Chris. Sure, I think he's asleep, but he'd be waking up soon anyway.. But tell me, why's that Lopunny of yours clinging to you like that?" I hadn't noticed it, but Lapin had had her arms around me the entire time. Instead of explaining, I gave Mom a stern look, and she took the hint. She left, and in a few moments, my father came back in her place. He was a balding, corpulent man, with hair as black as mine, but nowhere near as long.
"Hey, kiddo. Um.. your mom told me to ask you about the Lopunny.. Subtly, she said, but whatever." The look in his eyes was one of wisdom. I'd never noticed it before; I had always thought of my father as a bit of an oaf. "Forget it. None of her business, in my opinion. So why did you call? I'm assuming it wasn't just to check up on us."
"No, I've just had a bit of interesting news from a doctor here.. Something I think you might know a thing or two about, Dad." He looked surprised for a moment, but then looked as though he remembered something which he'd forgotten in years passed. I proceeded to tell him everything that Dr. Laurel had told to me, and everything that had happened to me recently, including my relationship with Lapin. I'm sure that, were it anyone else, I wouldn't have mentioned her, but his eyes seemed to be drawing the words right out of me.
"It was only a matter of time, I suppose..", he said, "Son, there's something I've been meaning to tell you.. Bah! I can't lie to you; I never intended to tell you. Chris, like you, I'm not exactly a human being.." He paused, obviously waiting for some sign of surprise on my part. None came. All I did was motion for him to continue. "Really, that's the best you can give me, boy?"
"Well, after Dr. Laurel told me what he had found out, I sort of suspected that." We sat in silence for a moment or two, and when I saw that my father was, in fact, going to keep silent until I at least made the first move, I asked, "So what are you? Laurel's description of your DNA didn't sound at all like a pokemon."
"I'm not going to tell you", he answered. I grunted in frustration, and he continued. "I'll give you a hint, though; I'm just about the best learner on this planet. You're quite lucky to have me as a father, for that fact. You know how you're learning from and copying the beings around you? You being my son, that makes us the only two guys on this world with that power." He paused again.
This time it was Lapin who broke the silence. "Chris, ask him what will happen to you if your DNA keeps getting altered. I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened to you, and I'm sure it'd be hard for our kids without a father.." I was certain there was nothing to worry about, but Lapin seemed to be on the verge of tears. I was just about to convey her question to my Dad when he answered it anyway, surprising us somewhat.
"Oh, no need to worry, my dear", he said. "Eventually, the genetic code Chris got from me will be completely rewritten with that of the people and pokemon he interacts with, but unless he purposefully gives himself bad DNA, he'll be fine. You see, he can be selective about who he wants to copy from and who he doesn't. He can even pick what aspects of the person or pokemon he wants to mimic. Also the smaller and less physical the thing taken is, the less DNA it will replace."
I was in awe. This knowledge made me feel incredible, and it was all I could to to snap out of it and ask him how it was done. "Well, you said you can see aura because of what you took from Celeste, right? That will make the whole process easier. All you have to do is imagine the aura of your target in your mind, and as you do so, focus only on the qualities that appeal to you the most. When they're there in front of you, simply reach out and touch them."
"Dad, that sounds good and all, but up until now I've been getting pokemon DNA involuntarily. Is there a way I could prevent that? I don't want to accidentally overwrite my DNA with things I don't want to have." He explained that I couldn't stop this from happening, but I could remove the parts of me that I didn't want by reversing the process with my own aura. "One last question.. Would it be possible for me to actually.. become a pokemon? Inside and out?"
"You're wondering if you could be a Lopunny, aren't you?.. Sorry, son; your mother is all human, and you'll always look like one. However, you may well pick up a few physical traits of the pokemon who's DNA you absorb, though they will most likely be quite small and hardly noticeable to anyone but you, and you can pick up quite a bit of behavior if you so choose." My mind was busy sorting through everything I had learned today when he spoke again.
"Hmm.. actually.. becoming a full pokemon? I suppose if.." He seemed to be carrying on a conversation with himself. In a moment, he stopped, and suddenly had a large smile plastered on his face. "Son, all I can tell you is to expect the unexpected. If my theory is right, you may one day have your wish, if you want it badly enough. As for me, though, I'm still quite tired. I'll talk to you later, you two. Oh, and before I forget: Congratulations! I can't wait to see my grandkids!" Before I had a chance to say anything, he closed the connection, and I was left staring at a black screen.
Normally, I would have told Celeste, Nexus, Anne, and all her pokemon what I had found out today, but I had a feeling that they wanted to be awake no more than I. Lapin and I went back to our room, falling asleep in just about the same position that we had the night before. I had been told an awful lot about myself in the past hour, but nothing seemed to have changed.
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It was amazing.. everything... I could hear it all so clearly.. I had woken up before Lapin, and I'd decided to test out what my father had explained to me. Where days before I had focused on her voice when I looked at her aura and wound up being able to understand her, this time I focused on Lapin's ears.. That light was there again, and I touched it..
The moment I did, it was like I was forcefully ejected from my own mind, being brought back, quite painfully, to the material world. My head was spinning, and my ears were ringing louder than they ever had before. It was so painful that I fell right out of the bed, slamming my elbow right into the marble floor. I was beginning to think that I might go deaf, but the sharp noise soon died down.
When it did, using my uninjured arm, I stood up. "Chris! Are you alright!? What happened!?", Lapin screamed. I'm sure now that she hadn't actually been screaming, but that's what I thought at the time. I made to go over and hug her, but after taking one step a thought entered my mind; 'Was my foot always that loud?' Indeed, I could hear my foot touching the ground as if it was happening not two feet in front of my face.
"Whoa.. Never knew you could hear like this, Lapin.. Now I get why you hate my alarm clock so much." I could tell she was a little confused, giving me an inquiring look through the half-light of the room. "I tried doing what Dad said", I explained, "And I copied your hearing ability." As if it needed further testing, I moved my hand slowly by my ear. The sound of the wind moving past it was almost as audible as my voice.
"Oh.. sorry for yelling, in that case. I'll try not to do that too much." I proceeded with my original plan, getting back into bed and hugging Lapin to me. I then noticed that I could her her breathing.. That sound easily became the biggest stress reliever in my life. "I wonder, though, how much do you suppose you could copy from me?" I thought for a moment.
"Well, my dad said I wouldn't really be able to copy much physical stuff.. Hold on, let me see something." I had decided to attempt viewing my own aura. I wanted to see what exactly I had copied involuntarily from Lapin, and maybe remove some of the things I didn't need so much. It was fairly easy; all I did was think about myself, and there I was, or at least, there was my aura.
At first, I was wondering how exactly I'd find out what I had copied from Celeste and Lapin, but soon, the knowledge just came to me, out of nowhere. I came to the conclusion that, somewhere in my subconscious, that information was kept at the ready for just such an occasion. This list of abilities I had gained was fairly small: There was my control of my subconscious during my sleep and the ability to see aura that I had gotten from Celeste, and Lopunny speech as well as my newly heightened sense of hearing from Lapin.
I surmised that the reason such a large chunk of my DNA was that of a Lopunny was because I had copied so much behavior. Getting the hang of this a bit, I tried taking away some of the behavior I didn't really need; I found that I had copied behavior regarding foraging, migration, and even the need to mate and form new colonies.. Things like that may be important for a wild pokemon, but they were all but useless to someone like me.
Removing them was as simple as my father had made it sound; I imagined the qualities as being separate from the rest of me, grabbed them, and yanked them away. The behavior I had left all dealt with things I thought Lapin would have wanted me to keep. For example, she seemed to like it whenever I let out a little noise here and there, so I left myself with the natural reactions a Lopunny would use. I also left any behavior having to do with attraction or shows of affection, more out of curiosity than anything else.
Satisfied with my tweaking, I opened my eyes once again. To any outside observer, Lapin hadn't changed a bit since I'd closed them, but I saw her in a new light. It wasn't that I felt she had gotten any more beautiful; it was that her figure seemed to be just what I wanted. Whereas another human might think her feet were too ssmall to be appealing, or that her ears almost comically large, she suddenly suited my own tastes perfectly. "Everything alright, Chris?", she asked.
"Mmm.. You have no idea.." I leaned in and gave her the longest kiss yet, taking my time, enjoying the touch of her fur against my lips and the sweet scent of her body. I broke it only to place my head upon Lapin's chest and listen to her heart beat. The thought of hearing its rhythmic pulsing along with her slow breathing was just as enticing to me as the thought of mating with her, but neither were to be.
"Mr. Stidolph? Dr. Laurel was wondering if you found anything out; you left all of us hanging." It was the voice of a man, no doubt one of the many scientists in the diagnostics department, coming through the door. I was almost angry, and when I made to get up I found it quite hard to let go of Lapin. Luckily, I didn't have to, as she readily got up and stood next to me as we left the room.
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"Ah, Christopher! Was your father able to tell you anything?" Dr. Laurel had on a friendly smile. He was his same, kindly-seeming self. For some reason, though, I felt like hurting him. I supposed that it was one of those Lopunny reactions; my time with Lapin had been interrupted rather abruptly, after all. I think that my face must have been revealing the feeling, as Laurel certainly took notice. "..Did I send for you at a bad time, Mr. Stidolph?"
"Yes, sort of, but don't worry about it. As for my father; I was right in assuming that he wasn't human, but all he would tell me about what he was involved him being 'the world's best learner'. Here's what I know for sure, though.." I recounted what my Dad had said about our abilities, and Dr. Laurel was listening in what appeared to be a silent amazement the entire time. I also began to explain my testing of my abilities, but, as always, it was hard finding words for experiences like that.
"So you found that you really can control your DNA?", Laurel asked, after I was finished. I told him yes, to a point, and he continued. "You know, I'm having a thought here.. Your abilities are contained in your chromosomes, right? If we can isolate your father's DNA within your own and copy it, we might be able to give it to other people. A breakthrough like this could easily be implemented for the betterment of mankind, Chris. With your permission, I'd like to begin testing this hypothe--"
"No", I responded, shocking Dr. Laurel a bit, "Sir, with all due respect, this is the type of thing I want to keep in the family." Laurel was getting a bit frustrated. He probably thought that I was being selfish or something. I could tell that he wanted to try and convince me, or maybe even tell me off, but I continued before he could say anything. "Dr. Laurel, think about it; I can easily copy things as complicated as behavior and mental abilities from my pokemon. I'm sure their moves would be even simpler to duplicate for myself."
"What are you getting at? Wouldn't that be a good thing? Imagine it, you're a defenseless shopkeeper, and an armed robber comes through your front door. You have to options; give up your hard-earned money, or die, and lose everything. Now, imagine if you could use a move like Protect, and be impervious to bullets. You would easily have the upper hand." For a scientist, he wasn't thinking very logically. Or at least, not very humanely.
"And what would it do to the pokemon, Dr.? Right now, they're stronger than humans. If it weren't for our technology, any rampaging pokemon could overpower an entire town, if it so desired. Their abilities are all they have left, and if we take that from them, what will become of them? Where now they're our friends and allies, they would become no better than house pets, or worse. No, Geoffrey, I'll be keeping this power to myself; I have to much respect for pokemon to let that happen." Laurel silently mulled over my sentiments.
"..Yes.. Yes, you're right. I suppose it would be best to keep this all to yourself.. Oh! I have a present for you. Hold on a moment." Dr. Laurel got up and went over to a nearby counter-top. A metal container was atop it, and he searched through it for a few moments before pulling out a small, yet thick, brown disk with a small hole on one side and a screen on top. "Here we are. I think you'll find this quite useful, Mr. Stidolph; it's a blood tester. I made a few modifications on it to let you see how much of your DNA is made up of.. well.. whatever its made up of."
He handed it to me, and I noticed just how simple its design was. It had a button which I assumed turned it on, and next to that two arrow-shaped buttons, one pointing up and the other pointing down, no doubt for scrolling through whatever comes up on the screen. I pressed the button, and, to my surprise, a needle shot out of the hole and into my hand. It retracted back into the disk in the blink of an eye. "The hell?"
"It's based off of very old designs for diabetes testers, you know, before a cure was developed. I trust it was rather painless, though. Anyway, the results should come up on the screen any moment." Sure enough, a couple seconds later, a few percentages appeared on the screen. They read 'Human 75.54%', 'Lopunny 17.64%', and 'Riolu 6.82%'. "Hm, just as I'd suspected", said Laurel, "It isn't advanced enough to tell the difference between your human DNA and your father's. Oh well, just try to remember that your percentage of human DNA is actually 49.97%. That information might come in handy."
"Thank you for all of your help, Dr. Laurel. I think it's about time we get going, though. Anne probably won't want to wait much longer in getting to Fortree than she has to. Maybe we'll meet again someday." We shook hands, and Lapin and I made for the door. We stepped through, but not before Dr. Laurel said his goodbye.
"I'm sure we will, Mr. Stidolph. Farewell!" The instant the doors to the diagnostics department closed, Dr. Laurel's smile suddenly faded. He turned to his co-workers with a commanding air, and spoke. "Everyone, I want to see some progress on copying that DNA sequence. I'm not about to deny mankind more power just because some humane bastard thinks it'll be bad for a bunch of lesser beings!"
\_ \_ \_ \_ \_ To be continued. \_ \_ \_ \_ \_
This chapter was mostly to build plot. The next will definitely have more action and, most likely, lovin'. | FSE |
Title: Fennec TF by RubberFins
Tags: Fennec, Male, Transformation, tf
As the fluid courses through your veins, every bit of you warms up. It's like a warm bath at the perfect temperature. The figure steps away and watches his work. Very quickly, in the sam fashion that the warmth spreads, you skin begins to darken in most places. Along with this, you seem to get a bit itchy. It isn't a strong itch, but just enough to be a bit annoying. This is the result of the fur. Every pore of your body begins rapidly producing new hair roots. The majority of it black while different parts that are while.
Your ears also begin to feel funny. Almost as if they were becoming play-doh, they start to stretch and relocate to the top of your head. Your face also starts to go numb. Your mouth takes on that feeling of your teeth having just been cleaned by the dentist. They start to sharpen as your mouth and nose stretch out. Instead of just looking forward, you're now looking down the bridge of your new muzzle. It's fleshy at first, but then the fur takes over.
At this point, you look like a half dog, half man creature. That is until your feet begin to change. The soles of your feet seem to harden a bit while also taking on the itchy feeling from before. You can feel the bones stretch and your nails reshape. As they form into the canid footpaws, you hands follow a similar change. Your fingers stay intact, but also begin to look more canid.
The figure steps behind the table and pops out a panel that's by your ass and spine. This is done just in time. There's a pulling at the base of your tail bone. The bones stretch and multiply as the flesh stretches with it. Forming into the fox tail, you quickly gain control of it. Even with all of this going on, you can't help but wag it for the first time.
Now almost fully formed into a black and white fennec fox, the last to change are your fun bits. There's a bit of a tugging at the base of your human cock. The white fur is pulling forward, forming a sheath. Your cock also changes, turning red with the tip becoming pointed. The knot forms at the base of the sheath before pulling back into its furry cage.
The changes slowly come to an end. Your vision now seeing the fully formed top of your muzzle with black nose at the tip. The figure comes around and releases your bindings. He does so in a way that slowly lowers your new feet to the floor. He looks you over, admiring his work. Your new life as an anthro fennec has now begun. | FSE |
That was the last box. It had taken the better part of a whole morning to move everything from his old dorm and into Liz’s place, but at least it was done before lunchtime, leaving just enough time for the two of them to have one of their typically meandering discussions over where to eat before inevitably deciding on the same place they always went to: a small pizza joint that curried very little interest from the local student population, and yet made some of the most delicious dishes that Elizabeth and Shrapnel had ever tasted in their lives. Plus, it was one of the few places they could go to that wouldn’t have a throng of onlookers all trying to get a good look at the serval, so there was that.
Not that she minded, but typically neither of the two particularly enjoyed having their lunch interrupted by someone passing by and falling head over heels for Elizabeth’s tits in such a way that they just had to talk about them; it was absolutely hilarious in any other occasion, but sometimes the two of them just wanted to go somewhere quiet and private where they could enjoy themselves without the threat of some random jackwad deciding they needed to try and get their hands on those things. Then again, the wolf couldn’t really blame them; as much as his and Elizabeth’s relationship was built on far more than just physical attraction, he couldn’t deny that having a girlfriend with a bust big enough to cover her entire torso and still manage to get a good foot and a half of backboob on either side of her was anything other than a dream come true… and neither could Elizabeth herself, who was so proud of those things that one might be forgiven for saying she was almost too proud, at least considering that she had eyes only for her “precious pup” and absolutely no one else.
There was undeniably a part of her that thoroughly enjoyed the looks of utter desolation on onlookers’ faces when she reminded them that they were free to look, but not touch, the realization that they were so dreadfully out of their depth when she pulled Shrapnel close to her and enthusiastically introduced him to anyone who’d listen as her mate for life and better half; most of it though, was just an extension of her naturally outgoing personality, in that she recognized she’d never be able to hide her tits from view, so why bother spending time worrying about how big they were? Well, aside from seating arrangement; having to eat at an odd sideways angle was always a chore, but at least the pizza place’s staff was nice enough to provide her with a couple of benches she could use to keep her breasts nice and comfy during the couple’s meal.
It’d probably be the last one in a long while, as the two of them had promised to start learning how to be more self-sufficient now that they were finally living together. Granted, they were doing so in Liz’s mom’s place, but it wasn’t as if two fresh college graduates could really afford a new house on their own, and with rent being the way that it was, they weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Shrapnel wasn’t exactly happy with the prospect at first, given what his girlfriend’s mother was like, but after a few days of experimenting before finally making the plunge, most of his fears were assuaged. Most of them, because he couldn’t shake the feeling that Cynthia was constantly plotting something behind his back, and part of him was always concerned with the possibility that the older serval might think he wasn’t “good enough” for her daughter.
Elizabeth herself made sure to tell him he was being silly whenever he brought that concern up, but the way her mom looked at him… it left him slightly worried, especially with how active he and Liz had been as of late. It was one thing to enjoy themselves when there was no one else in the dorm, in the privacy of what had been Shrapnel’s closest thing to home in the past several years, quite another for them to get down to business when one of their parents was within earshot; and with how eager the serval in particular was, the wolf doubted whether they’d be able to keep themselves to those rare moments when Cynthia left the house.
The older cat spent most of her time indoors, thanks mostly to Elizabeth; or rather, the pregnancy which resulted in Liz, which had apparently “done quite a number” on Cynthia’s body during and after the whole thing. When Shrapnel first met her, he could scarcely believe he was looking at real curves as opposed to the end result of several years of elective surgery; and yet, as both the mom and daughter were happy to tell him, yes, Cynthia was twice as big as Elizabeth in the chest and ass department, the former in particular being her size whenever she was fully drained and dry of any milk, which for some reason she had never stopped producing.
Though initially reluctant to believe that the difference between empty and full could really be that large, Shrapnel was thoroughly disavowed of that notion when he showed up to their place one day and most of the living room was composed of serval boob, with Cynthia claiming that she liked to “stretch things out every once in a while”, a gesture that both required serious help on his and Liz’s part, and one that the wolf interpreted as being some kind of intimidation tactic designed to let him know that he wasn’t welcome in that house… or, at least, would have to learn to live with excess of a level he never once thought possible.
It certainly didn’t help that Elizabeth herself was not coy when it came to discussing the topic, very openly talking about how it would be like in some “purely hypothetical” future whenever the two of of them decided to have children together. Women in her family had a tendency to react “explosively” to pregnancies, or so she was wont to tell him, and the younger serval had no qualms whatsoever about openly groping herself, even in public, as she whispered across the table to her mate all the things that would doubtlessly happen whenever he put a baby in her: the size, the production, the sloshing and rumbling, the quaking and weight, everything served to leave Shrapnel sweating like an open faucet; this was made worse by it being quite a hot day, and Liz having decided to wear what was effectively little more than a bikini above the waist, one that revealed a significant portion of her areolae thanks to how pitifully undersized it was.
The sight of her bulging nips just there, growing even thicker and bigger the more they were played with, left the wolf in such a state that the only thing stopping him from jumping Elizabeth right there and then was the fact that they were still at a restaurant… but it did make him eat a lot faster just so he could make good on those signals she was giving him, and the two of them had to exercise a lot of willpower not to just immediately start fucking in the car when they pulled up in the driveway some ten minutes later. Liz had not given up telling her boyfriend all the different ways her body would react to being “bred”, a word that she insisted on using even when it became obvious that it was having one hell of an effect on her better half’s mind, and neither did she stop playing with her own tits all the way to the front door and up the stairs to her bedroom. Shrapnel could swear those things had gotten bigger somehow; in fact, a cursory glance sideways just before he left the car seemed to indicate they were on their way to doubling in raw size, though he dared not think what that might mean for the future. No, all that mattered was throwing Liz onto her bed, ripping the bikini off, and immediately gripping her nipples with his hands; good heavens, they were so massive he could use them as handles.
Wouldn’t take long before he felt Liz’s legs lock behind his back, her arms being draped over his neck in order to pull him into a tight embrace; whenever the serval did that, whenever she pulled him into a hug and had her tits completely bury him, that was when he lost control. He couldn’t help himself, not with that sort of stimulation, and with his pants having been removed the second he closed the door behind them, and the last vestiges of his shirt being ripped off by some very eager claws, even if neither of them knew who they truly belonged to, it was but a moment before he began bucking his hips.
No protection was needed, or indeed wanted, for Shrapnel had been on the receiving end of a months-long priming, and now that they finally had a place of their own, it felt as if something… clicked. Like the final line of defense on a siege he wasn’t even aware was going on had finally collapsed, all it took was Elizabeth going into great detail about what would happen to her body for his willpower to give up the ghost, and his instincts to take over in its stead. Maybe it was seeing how Cynthia looked like and picturing Liz like that, maybe even bigger still, or perhaps it was simply the fact that they were starting a brand new chapter of their life and now they could afford to get a bit wilder (they really couldn’t; neither of them had jobs yet), but whatever the case may be, the wolf wasn’t going to hold back anymore.
Within seconds his knot had already begun to bulge out, his pistoning became stronger still, and the poor thing was grunting so badly that he could barely even breathe properly by the time he heard Liz shout for him to knot her, for him to push in as deep as he could before painting her insides white. It was the first time that they were having sex without protection, and judging from the way they were both acting, it might very well be the last one as soon as they regained their senses and rethought their approach going forward.
Or, alternatively, Shrapnel could indeed end up so desperately horny that he did the unthinkable, and slammed his knot repeatedly against Elizabeth’s slit, preparing her for the final jackhammering, the moment where he pierced through her natural elasticity and forced that bulging mass of meat straight into her slit, drawing an almost ear-piercing moan out of the serval which mixed in perfectly two sounds the wolf never expected to hear coming from anywhere near him: the gurgling of his nuts as they clenched to deliver their load, and the churning of milk emanating from those tits he was buried in.
It all happened so quickly that his already battered mind couldn’t possibly keep track of it, and by the time he noticed what was happening, it was already too late: his nuts had somehow inflated to about twice their regular size before finally clenching to deliver a brand new load directly into Liz’s womb, and the moment the serval felt those thick ropes flood her insides was the moment she screamed something about her tits, and Shrapnel’s attention finally picked up on what was happening. With a quick glance, he saw that what he was feeling on his back wasn’t sweat, it was milk, cream pouring out from both of the serval’s nips in such ample quantities that it immediately betrayed just how much of it was kept within her udders… well, that, and the fact that they were both clearly bigger than they were before and visibly swelling even larger!
All it took were a few more moments before Shrapnel’s entire body was consumed by the bloating cleavage, and from there, things became murky and difficult to piece together. The wolf vaguely recalled the idea of warmth, of comfort, of being somewhere that he didn’t want to leave, of groaning and moaning and sloshing of fluids, but it was all a jumble that his mind refused to put together in any coherent form; it took until some indeterminate amount of time later before he snapped back to reality, and by that point, he was surrounded by darkness.
Darkness and softness.
There was no getting around that, he was definitely inside something, though what exactly that might be was still up for discussion. It felt warm to the touch, yet pliable, and seemed to produce some kind of muffled noise that took Shrapnel too long to realize was actually Elizabeth’s voice, moaning somewhere in the distance. He tried moving, his face becoming red-hot as he began to put together the puzzle pieces and it slowly dawned on him just where exactly he was; still, it took a significant amount of effort before he even got anywhere at all, because the serval hadn’t been the only one to receive a size boost. His own cock, which he had to drag underneath him at an almost uncomfortable angle, was… enormous was a word, and certainly one that could apply, but he was pretty certain that thing was flaccid and yet it still managed to be longer than his legs and as thick as his torso, so he thought it’d be best not to give it too much thought, lest it show him just what its full size might be.
So he kept climbing, out of the dark and closer to where the endless moaning was coming from, pushing away the soft pudge of Liz’s tits while being forced to listen to the constant sloshing of her milk, the splattering of fluids on the ground somewhere behind him, the groaning of the bed beneath them as it struggled to deal with the weight being placed on it. Only after he finally emerged from within the tight embrace of his girlfriend’s cleavage did Shrapnel dare to take a long, deep breath… or would, if his head didn’t immediately bang against the ceiling after he parted the breastflesh in his way, the wolf having seriously misjudged how high up he was.
Rubbing the top of his skull, he made the mistake of looking around, only to immediately feel blood rushing downwards and his cock instantly gaining a couple of feet in length at the sight, something he just barely got under control by closing his eyes and trying his best not to think about the mental image that had just been burned into his brain: that of Liz’s room, completely covered by her tits. There was no mistaking it, she’d grown that much; only the very top of her closet was visible, with even the door having been completely buried underneath the avalanche of serval tit, and judging from the cracks on the walls, the impact had been something else.
Shrapnel didn’t see how bad the milk leakage was, but if there was something he knew he could trust his girlfriend with, it was going way overboard with whatever she did that created any amount of pleasure; she was probably outputting dozens of gallons of cream by that point, and that much was something he could not afford to think about if he didn’t want to go for round two and utterly destroy the rest of the house… but, then again, someone was going to have to fix that, because Liz couldn’t just stay there, buried by her own breasts like that. As alluring an experience as it was, she had a life outside her bedroom, a life that she probably would want to get back to at some point, and with her being pinned down and unable to do anything about that, it thus fell on him, the dutiful boyfriend, to help his better half in a moment of need. That, and it gave him an excuse to dive straight back into her cleavage, which was always nice.
Taking a deep breath, Shrapnel lowered his head and threw himself right back into the warm, almost constricting embrace of Elizabeth’s room-filling cleavage, doing his best to turn his body around and aim it towards where he assumed her nipples would be. It wasn’t exactly a perilous journey, but he nonetheless felt as if every inch he moved was an inch he had to physically wrench out of the universe’s firm grasp, considering the kind of weight he was dragging around himself.
The wolf didn’t even want to think about how massive his cock must be for it to have become so heavy, mostly because if he did, it’d probably get even bigger, and then he would need saving; as much as Cynthia was nothing if not outwardly pleasant, he had his doubts that she could squeeze into her daughter’s bedroom in the state that it was, and he really didn’t want to have to call the local fire department just to get them dislodged from their self-made disaster zone. So he kept going, grabbing handfuls of soft boob and pushing himself through a pair of tits that were still bloating, if the pressure increase he felt was real and not just a result of his body growing ever more tired; Shrapnel heard moaning coming from behind him, occasionally interspaced with his own name as Elizabeth called out for her mate to come back and “stuff her” in a variety of places, words that the wolf had to tune out if he wanted to have any hope of making it to the end. It felt like hours were spent traversing what should’ve taken mere seconds, but in the end, he found himself banging his head against another hard surface: the wall.
At the very least, it wasn’t the ceiling. He had somehow managed to bumble his way into the far end of the room, which could only mean that the nipples were somewhere nearby; thankfully, now that he literally had his back against the wall, a rare case where such a thing was a genuine positive, all he had to worry about was not dragging the tip of his dick along the ground too hard until he managed to stumble onto a nipple. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take that long to find one, though what he saw was… anything but expected. Sure, with a pair of tits that size, Shrapnel knew that whatever was waiting for him was going to be immense, absolutely enormous, colossal even, but when he finally got a good look at the actual nipple bud itself and noticed that it had actually pierced through the wall and was actively flooding the bathroom on the other side, when he fully confirmed that the damned thing was big enough for him to wrap his entire torso around… well, suffice it to say that the breast he had his cock under was raised a good foot or so upwards from the surge of growth he himself experienced, and if not for his better sense prevailing in the end, there was a decent change he might’ve decided to put that shaft to good use somewhere where it could both fit and make those tits even bigger.
In the end though, he knew that the two of them couldn’t keep going like that, not yet at least; this was Cynthia’s place, not theirs, and thus the only thing he could do was try and loosen that nipple up just enough to help Liz drain her milk, hoping that the other tit would follow in the same direction so that the serval could at least walk again. It was nothing but hope, considering the size of those things all-but ensured that Elizabeth would never be able to move around normally ever again; her own mother was prone to swelling if she didn’t milk herself as well, but she’d never reached any size this massive, and if this was Liz after just a single bout of unprotected sex…
Shrapnel shook the thoughts out of his head, knowing they’d just end up leaving him even hornier than he could afford to be at that time. Better that he focus his full attention on carefully massaging (read: doing his best to flail about while the boob pushed against him) the one milktank he had access to, and hope to whatever god he prayed to that it would work. It felt like each time he pushed his hands or feet into the pudge, the more it pushed back, the pressure inside of it increasing in tandem with the intensity of the fluid splashing he could hear on the other side of the wall.
Already Cynthia’s voice was audible somewhere in the corridor outside, letting out a yelp of surprise and calling out for her daughter in a tone that was… perhaps a bit more enthusiastic that Shrapnel would’ve enjoyed. He expected the older serval to be worried, and yet those were unmistakably words of encouragement being offered, at least if he hadn’t gone completely mad; in a fit of desperation, he yelled out Cynthia’s name and begged for her to “Help!” in literally any way she could, prompting the older woman to… run down the stairs. This was it, he was doomed; Liz’s mom had probably gone to get a camera to record this moment, and meanwhile he was getting crushed further and further against a hard surface that he could only hope would eventually buckle from the pressure. It was his only hope, the only way he could ever get out of that mess without turning into paste, and as he felt Elizabeth’s tit push him with enough strength that he couldn’t even breathe properly anymore, the sounds of milk churning filling his ears, the one thing left in his mind was one question: why did this feel so hot?
He couldn’t even move anymore. His cock was twitching, sure, but he could feel it getting crushed under the mounting weight of a milk factory that refused to stop, same with the rest of him; breathing was almost impossible, the ceiling was beginning to buckle, the cracks in the wall steadfastly refuse to spread out quickly enough, and yet he really couldn’t help but feel the most aroused he ever had in his life. It really was true what some people said, that they could die happy, because the wolf really couldn’t see any way out of there without him giving up the ghost, and yet all he wanted to do was shout at Liz for her to fill up even more.
Time seemed to freeze, the pressure rising continuously, but doing so at an increasingly glacial pace; was it really slowing down though, or was this his brain trying its best to stretch out its last living moments? The sloshing became louder still, the currents of milk inside those titanic mounds roiling almost angrily as they got ready to burst free of the room containing them… and yet this explosion never happened. It took a while, but Shrapnel realized that the growth slowing down wasn’t his imagination sparing him in his final moments, but something that was actually happening, and it took him even longer still before he heard the root cause of it; granted, it was a bit difficult to think about much of anything when he was being smushed into a wall by a single boob, and it was somewhat disconcerting when he looked back at the past ten or so minutes of his life and realized just how close he got to all of it just ending.
Which was precisely why the sound of a draining pump was so welcome to his ears. | yiff-extreme |
Victim of the Molbol Virus
Tears leaked from Donna's eyes as she lay in the fetal position in a pile of wet leaves. Her body hurt, her guts felt like they were churning inside of her. She hugged herself tighter and whimpered. She was supposed to be protected from poisons, heck; she was supposed to be protected from practically anything that could be thrown at her.
She had borrowed a holy relic from her school; it was supposed to protect her from all the terrible effects that could befall someone who got a good blast of Malboro pollen. That was what she had come out into the deep, dark, dank, Fenmoore Swamp to study, and quite possibly learn how to duplicate the magical effect,
Donna was a disciple of what was called 'Blue Magic,' learning the magical techniques of monsters; monsters that lived in high magic areas and had natural abilities that stemmed from the unusual amount of elemental energy.
The Blue Mage shuddered, her armor making squelching noises as it shifted around her slime-covered body. It was disgusting, the goop seemed to be oozing out of every pore. Donna could swear she felt it leaking from other places as well; she had trouble swallowing, and her saliva felt thick and heavy. She knew she was drooling the slime as well as sweating it.
There was too much inside her armor and bodysuit to merely be sweat, it had to be dripping from other places as well. Donna didn't even want to think about where it was coming from.
Donna reached up and gripped the sacred ribbon that she had tied her braid with. "Stupid thing." She said, "What good are you?"
Or at least that's what she tried to say, it came out merely as muffled sounds and wet, slurping noises. She tossed the ribbon away; it was useless and hadn't offered the slightest protection against the contagion that ravaged her body. This wasn't anything she'd read in the books on the creatures she'd come to study and learn from.
But then again the Malboro were supposed to be green, not the reddish-purple of the one that had done this to her. It had spit a ball of purple goo at Donna, taken her by surprise. It was stealthier than the run of the mill Malboro. She hadn't seen the creature until it was right behind her. Quite a feat considering its bright color and size compared to the others.
Donna had fled immediately; she wasn't prepared to go one on one with a creature with a mouth big enough to swallow her whole. The thought made her shiver again, this time with a strange pleasure as she thought of the creature that had done this to her. The cramping and pain had begun to fade, leaving a strange heat in her body.
She thought of the Malboro's mouth, how warm it would be, how smooth and delightfully slimy it would be inside. Donna recognized the strangeness of the thought, but was powerless to stop the wave of pleasure that crashed over her as she imagined herself crawling into the beast's maw, curling up on that huge, soft tongue.
It was likely some sort of new mind-affecting pollen that helped the plant-creature hunt, making its prey willing crawl right down its throat. Oddly that thought didn't reward Donna with the physical bliss that the idea of slipping into the creature's mouth did.
The Blue Mage moaned, extending her tongue out of her mouth, one hand going to her groin and the other to her breast. She could caress her sex through the fabric of her bodysuit, but her plated armor made it impossible to tease her breast.
Her body felt electric, alive and wonderfully eager to be touched. She licked her lips and nearly fainted at the sensation. Her lips and tongue both had become infinitely more sensitive. She moved her hand from its futile groping at her breast, placing two fingers in her mouth, sucking on them, licking them, rubbing her tongue with them.
Tears continued to leak from her eyes, though they were now of pleasure rather than pain. She felt a luxurious sensation in her muscles, like a wonderful stretch combined with the greatest massage ever. Her armor began to feel constricting, too tight. Forgetting about her pleasure, Donna fumbled with the straps holding the armored plate on.
Her fingertips felt strange, clumsy, unable to properly grasp the buckles through her gauntlets. She pulled them off and tossed them away, paying no mind to her fingertips' appearance. They were strangely swollen, rounded, and her nails had vanished. The Blue Mage managed to get a few straps undone before discomfort made her stop. It felt unpleasant to put pressure on her fingertips.
A sizzling sound from her chest drew Donna's attention, and she looked downward to find a portion of her armor and her bodysuit melting away. The thick slime that leaked from her mouth seemed to be terribly acidic, but strangely it did no harm to her own flesh.
Donna spit a stream of slime down onto the confining metal, softening it to the consistency of butter and allowing her to gingerly pull it away. She cupped her hands and filled them with slime as well, allowing her to rub it over herself, burning away the rest of her clothing.
The afternoon sun felt so good on her skin; her reddish-purple skin. Donna looked over her body, watching as the beautiful color spread over her flesh. Now that she was freed from her confining clothes, she was no longer leaking slick slime from every pore of her body; her smooth, muscular body.
Now freed from the prison of her clothes, Donna could concentrate on what mattered, the sweet, sweet pleasure her transforming flesh was giving her. She lay back on the slime-matted pile of leaves where not long before she had been curled up in agony. Now that she was free of that cursed ribbon, allowing the absolutely divine effects of the Malboro's free reign to do what it liked, Donna had never felt better.
Her sex and nipples still leaked slime. The Blue Mage's breasts were larger, rounder, heavier, and not just because Donna was growing. While she was increasing in size and build, her breasts were also growing larger in proportion to her body. She began to caress them, teasing her slime-spewing nipples. They were deliciously sensitive, and they throbbed softly, longing for a deeper touch.
Donna slid two fingers into each; they seemed more designed for putting things into, then taking them out of. In a short time the transforming human felt a sucking sensation on her fingers, shortly followed by the sensation of something curling around them. She felt conical teeth gently prick at her fingers. Her nipples had transformed into mouths.
The mage giggled, her tongue lolling out of her original mouth, longer and thicker. It was nearly eighteen inches long, and several inches wide. It was also oh so dexterous and flexible. She pulled her fingers from one nipple-mouth, replacing it with her tongue. The rounded buds on the ends of her fingers opened, revealing red orbs. Eyes. Malboro eyes.
The new Malboro smiled her mouth wider than before. She looked herself over with her new eyes, watching as her old eyes faded, her ears and nose shrinking, merging with her head, giving her a smooth, featureless look.
Her hair began to writhe on its own, the strands merging, turning a more brownish shade of red. They grew, extending outward, becoming dexterous, inquisitive tentacles. Some were tipped with more eyes, some without.
Donna caressed her increasingly plant-like form with her agile and flexible vines, stroking her breasts, her lips, her bare skin. Several tendrils slithered into her sex and rump, making her nipple-mouths squeak softly with pleasured delight. She hugged herself with arms and vines alike.
She no longer had eyes able of producing tears, but they leaked slippery slime, as did every opening her body had. She was so lucky to experience this; so wonderfully lucky to be given a gift by one of the grandest members of her new race. She was so grateful for being allowed to experience the incredible sensation of the change, and to be able to live out her life with such sweet pleasure suffusing so much of it.
The new Malboro got to her feet, her legs popping and shifting. Donna watched them transform from all angles, growing more muscular, her leg shortening below the knee, lengthening between toe and ankle, allowing her to gain a gait more suited to a predatory creature.
She took a few steps to test out her new paws, gasping in delight at the sensitivity of the soft, but tough, pads that adorned the bottoms of her feet. Hard, sharp, thorn-like claws dug into the soil as she began to run, letting the air rush over her bare skin, her tentacles and tendrils billowing in the wind of her passage.
It was difficult to see, but Donna had a sense beyond sight. She could feel the environment around her, able to sense where things were by the air flow, the elemental energies they put off, and the scents in the air. Oh the delicious scents in the air.
She smelled the many flowers, fruits, and leaves of her non-ambulatory plant kin, she could smell the insects in the air, the small, tasty mammals hiding in their burrows and darting in the trees, the soft and delicious birds in the air and in their nests, but most of all what drew her attention was the scent of her creator's pollen in the air.
Donna ran through the forest, tearing through vegetation that stood in her way, leaping over it, clawing through it, tearing it apart with her many vines. Within a few minutes she made her way to the small grove of trees where she had hidden, lying in wait for a Malboro so she could learn their special technique.
The red-orange Malboro that had coated her with purple goo was right where Donna had last seen him. He simply stood there, turned towards the exact direction that Donna approached in. He smiled at her as she approached.
Donna clung to his trunk, whimpering softly. She could never do enough to pay her master back for the great gift he had given her. "Thank you." She whispered from her three mouths, able to shape the words, but no longer having the vocal chords to grant her true speech.
He curled a few of his locomotion tentacles around her, stroking her with a few more, returning her affection. The Grand Malboro tugged his new subject away from him, gently repositioning her in front of his mouth.
His tongue, massive and purple, curled around Donna's waist, pulling the former human into the plant-creature's great maw. Donna felt no fear as she was drawn inside, not even as the creature's jaws closed, sealing her in behind many sharp teeth.
It was warm, wet, and wonderfully slimy. As a human Donna would likely have thrown up from the scent of the toxins, bacteria, and rotting things that festered inside the Malboro's mouth, but as one of them Donna found that it only added to her pleasure and comfort.
She hugged her master's tongue, stroking it with her vines, pressing her body against it, licking it with all three tongues. Donna couldn't have been happier. She loosened her grip as her warm, wet resting place filled with a few inches worth of thick, purple goo. She recognized the substance that had transformed her. And now, without the ribbon to halt its effects, it could complete her transformation.
Her body drank it in, slurping it up through three mouths and absorbed through every pore. Donna began to grow again, passing seven feet in height, then eight, then nine, up to an even dozen, which was when her master's mouth began to feel a little cramped. Cramped, but still cozy.
Donna curled up into a ball to make herself a more comfortable burden to carry. The Grand Malboro shifted her around a bit with his tongue, lining her up just right so that he could lap at Donna's sex.
The ex-human moaned softly with pleasure. The thick, tough hide that replaced her thin human skin reddened on her cheeks and breasts in a blush. She felt so honored that her master would pleasure her like this.
All the rubbing, caressing, and fondling of her own body had felt so wonderful, but Donna had yet to bring herself to full climax. She did not dare taint the experience by adding to her own pleasure herself. She would be brought to her first peak of pleasure by the caress of her master alone.
The tongue penetrated her, its slightly textured surface feeling like soft velvet caressing her inner walls and her clitty. Both blossomed with sweet pleasure at the plant-creature's ministrations.
Donna pressed herself hard against the tongue, thrusting and bucking, her pleasure made all the greater for it. She found the pleasure from the little button outside her body quickly outpacing the pleasure from the tunnel hidden within it. She felt the pleasure grow long, fat, and heavy. She felt it bulge and swell until Donna thought she would explode.
And explode she did, her new member erupting for the first time, sending jets of thick, purple slime all over. The Grand Malboro purred happily, his tongue licking Donna clean of seed and her own slime.
The former human felt her master's mouth tighten around her. It was so soft, warm, and ever and ever more tight. Then the creature pursed its huge lips and spit Donna out onto the ground. She blinked her many, red eyes at the sudden reappearance of the light. She had wanted to stay inside her master forever.
She looked around, finding herself in the place where she had fallen, scraps of her armor and bodysuit lay all over. She looked to the Grand Malboro in bafflement, not understanding.
A massive tentacle picked up the shimmering, silver ribbon from the place where it had been discarded into the leaves. With a dexterity and grace that belayed the creature's massive size, the Grand Malboro gently coaxed four of Donna's tentacles away from the rest. Then he delicately tied the ribbon in a bow around their bases.
The creature grinned and patted his pet on the shoulders. He gave her a loving lick and ran a tentacle over the bow. Soon Donna was smiling as well.
"It will not allow any transformative magics to work on me." She whispered, hugging one of her master's thick tentacles, "And because I signed it out, the Academy knows where I am. They will most certainly send somebody to retrieve it."
The Grand Malboro wrapped a tentacle around Donna's plentiful new member, making the erect, throbbing length drip forth a generous amount of thick, viscous, purple slime.
"And we'll be ready for them." Donna whispered, her three mouths grinning widely.
Master Malboro and pet both began to purr with delight at what the future held for their kind. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Summer in the City - Chapter 3 - The WALK by Kodaw
Tags: Clean, Drama, Emotion, Gun, Humor, Love, M/M, Tiger, Wolf, clumsy, danger, difference, fun, police officer
Alex carefully approached the guests, with Ty standing out like a bright colour. He stumbled over his words 'w... Well.. Welcome, can I how help you?' 'Hmmph, armature, whatever, we have a reservation, it's under Maxine Corline' Maxene said as the small wolf tried to communicate with her. With the commotion Sed walked past, and saw Ty, in the party of 6. Sed giggled and shook his head thinking 'this is going to be fun'. 'Oh... Uhm well please follow me' Alex said as lead the guests over to the table on the first floor. Ty wasn't too worried about the small wolf, in fact, he was distracted. 'Damn, he didn't even greet me, am I that bad?' Alex thought out loud. And with that, Maxene grabbed him on the collar of his shirt 'listen here you little punk, if you are going to make a comment you make it out loud, and I don't want some crappy service from you, this restaurant has the best reputation, and for that I am going to pay, so I expect the best, and if I don't get the best, I will rip your soul apart' She raged with a slight bit of cynicism and a slight grin on the last bit as she held Alex with one hand and the other formed into a fist. 'Yes mam, Yes Mam, yes mam' Alex said out of fear. 'Ok then' Maxene smiled, 'now where is our table, oh it better be a good one, otherwise...' she said with a smirk. \*damn\* Alex thought to himself as he led the party up the stairs and to the best table they have, looking out on to the beautiful city street. Alex set the party down on the table, Maxene, what appeared to be her boyfriend, a polar bear, a really energetic Colly, a Dalmatian, Dober and Ty. After Alex got the order for the drinks he scurried on down to the bar, and told the bar man to hurry on up, with that Sed came up to Alex 'Hey... So interesting customers, Maxene is a rough one... And of course then there's Ty...' with that comment Alex could not contain his blush. 'Well, look dude, if you like him... Tell him, when your shift is over... Run on to him and just talk to him... Get to know him ya know' Sed said with a calm notion. 'Hmmph... Not that easy Sed. Remember I come from Riverton... A small town where I never had a relationship of any kind!' Alex said out shortly. And then the barman intruded with the drinks all ready. 'Just don't mess up... Alex. If you like him... Just don't let him play with your heart that's all I'm saying hey' said as Alex ran up the stairs. 'Hmm DON'T MESS UP... Yea say that to the clumsiest person in the world' and on that note, Alex tripped over a small object spilling the drinks over the party of 6... And for a brief moment, there was a silence in the place, almost cutting through the air. Then Maxine smiled and fisted her one hand into the other 'Time to die' she yelled as her Polar bear boyfriend held her back when she tried to grab Alex... 'I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry....' Dober and the rest were all just laughing about is, but Ty was as calm and serious as ever. Quiet. 'I'll go get new ones, on the house' Alex said, as he picked up the glasses, and ran down back to the bar, where a laughing Sed was waiting for him. 'WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That was properly the worst thing that I ever seen, the best worst thing ever! Hahahahahahaha, ooh that's good comedy.' Sed mocked. Alex of course didn't think it was very funny. 'I made a fool out of myself, besides, now I don't stand a chance' as he felt his heart drift down into an abyss of hopelessness and sadness, with a tear rolling down his muzzle. 'Hey hey... Little buddy, its ok, I'll help you out ok? Besides Maxine is a really scary client... I went to her bar once, there was a bar fight, let's just say, she started it, and she won...' and Sed went up to the party, explained that he was really sorry, and how embarrassed Alex was, and even gave the party desert on the house. 'You owe me big time' he said with a jump in his step as he walked on by Alex. The rest of that night, Alex preformed at his best, looking at Ty, not seeing any emotion but only a serious look, looking onto the street. 'Ty what's wrong?' Maxene said as Ty was looking away, and Ty could not contain his thoughts, as he was thinking about his new case, the wolf ripper... 'Nothing much' Ty said with no expression. 'Oh, yea I see so... C'mon man you got a HUGE promotion today' the collie said. 'He got his first case today as well, and this one reminds him of...' and with that Ty looked at Dober and lightly punched him through the face. 'Ugh... Sorry' Dober resided. Everyone at the table was totally and utterly confused. 'Oh well' Maxine busted out. 'To TY!' as she raised her glass in the air and downed the glass of beer one shot. Everyone followed, of course not as haste fully. The night continued and the guests got drunker, until late, they finally decided to bill out and pay, they gave Alex a huge tip and they were on their way. 'Nice going kid... Hick... You can really make...... A.... Nnnighhht.... Whooot' Maxene stumbled out with the support of her polar boyfriend 'let's go' he said strictly. Sed grabbed Alex and shoved him out 'Count this as me being nice, ill lock up and cash up, now go! Talk to the guy already' the party scattered and Ty started walking on his own away from everyone \*Damn, I hate these social formalities\* he thought. And then Alex ran on up to him. 'You know, tonight was like the second time you did something clumsy. Besides, why are you stalking me anyway?' Ty said with a serious notion. 'Ooh hehehe, well uhm I'm not stalking you see, we just keep running into each other...' Alex said whilst giggling and scratching his head. 'Get it... RUNNING INTO EACHOTHER... No, maybe.. maybe not?' Alex tried to make Ty smile. 'It's not safe to be out here, you know' Ty lectured 'there is a killer about'. 'A Killer? Ooh sounds serious, please tell me more Mr Inspector man.' Alex said in a play full notion. 'This is a serious matter, what was your name again, Alex wasn't it.' 'How did you? What, I don't recall giving you my name...' 'That's why I'm an inspector.' 'Look, Ty, what happened at the peer the other day... I can't stop thinking, well I can't stop, I feel so... Well' and then Alex when quiet as he struggled to express himself. ''Well? Out with it... You can't?' and with that Alex grabbed Ty's hand, and a burst of emotion when through Ty, a feeling he never felt before, Alex's warm touch, his caring nature, his energy. What was this mysterious feeling? Was this what they called a feeling for another person? 'Ty, I can't stop thinking about you'. Alex said to Ty directly, as they were underneath the streetlight, looking each other in the eye. Passion, a spark. 'Me neither' and naturally, they hesitated for one moment, but then, their lips touched and they both felt it. Passion, colour, joy, happiness, Love.
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Shortly after the moment of passion, Ty immediately pulled back. 'It's late, you should go' he said with a sudden change in his voice. Naturally Alex was confused, and his natural curiosity made him speak the following words 'why?' 'Look, I don't know what's going on, and its messing with my head, you are messing with my head, well not you, but the situation, ugh you know what I mean.' Ty rambled, as he felt his heart started to race. 'So, pretty much you are afraid to handle the situation?' Alex said with a smirk. 'Nothing like that' Ty said and for the first time in years he blushed. 'Uhu... Yea your blush totally agrees' Alex said in a playful sarcastic way. 'No, I uhm... Yea, no' Ty stumbled and mumbled. 'It's ok. My roommate said I should say this, and my heart is racing as well, but look Ty, I really like you allot... And I would like to get to know you better'. \*what is this guy thinking, why is he reacting this way, is he the same goofy, clumsy guy from earlier on?\* Ty thought. 'Hmm, m... Me too' Ty said without thinking and immediately wondered where the words came from. 'Well in any instance, you still have to go home, I'm not letting anyone sleep over at my place... Don't work like that' Ty said in a flash. 'But I will walk you home, streets can be dangerous these nights' Ty said but in his mind he thought about the murderer. Alex nodded his head 'yea I come from a small town called Riverton so...' 'I just need to get something from inside, ok?' Ty said. 'Jip'. They walked up and took the stairs to the second floor, Ty unlocked the door and entered the pin, and switched on the lights 'Ok stay right here' as he went right in. Alex of course could not hold in his curiosity. He peeked in and then walked in. The apartment was amazing, very neat and tidy. Simple and straight forward. A Entertainment system, a Tv, a L shaped couch, a fair amount of CD's Wide windows with an amazing view over the ocean with a lonely couch looking out over it. An open plan apartment, even the kitchen was neat and tidy, everything in its place. 'Didn't I tell you to stay outside? You are ... Ugh never mind, let's go. Ty said, and Alex noticed the Police badge around his neck and underneath his jacket, a gun in its holster. He was very curious, but after the stunt he just pulled, he didn't ask. Ty locked the apartment, and they went down stairs. 'Ok, so where do you live?'
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They walked on down the street right onto the beach front. Alex just wanted to break the silence, but could not find the right words. Ty on the other hand was focused and cautiously looked around. 'So, you say the streets are dangerous' Alex said as he finally had a valid topic to bring up. 'Yea. What of it?' Ty said in a low tone. 'Well it's just... I thoughts that this place would pretty safe, since the people I've met have all been really nice, and well it just seem like such a happy place' Alex rambled. 'This isn't Riverton, the big city comes with its own dangers' Ty said short and precise as usual. 'Dangers?' Alex said whilst tripping over a bottle that was right underneath his step, he slammed down on the ground with his face first then ouch followed his decent and collision. Ty smiled as he went down to help Alex back up, giving an almost silent laugh. 'You goof, you are really clumsy aren't you?' 'Well, matter of perception, I call it my curse, others call it humour, some people call it fun. Whatever you call it, it still hurts, hehe but, I'm kind of use to it by now.' He said as he leaped on to a bench on the side of the pavement. 'Tada!' Ty sighed \*what a goof\*. 'So how about you? You have any family, where do you come from?' Alex asked directly. 'I don't talk about these things'. 'Well everyone has a story, and I'm interested in hearing yours'. 'Well, ok here is how it goes, I was born went through school joined the police and now I'm an agent directly focused on inspecting crime scenes, or as usually will be called an inspector, whatever' Ty said in short with a don't care attitude. 'No fair!' Alex rambled. 'You know, you are a little annoying' Ty said directly and blunt. Alex lowers his head and his voice lowers 'yea, many people say that.' They walked along, there was an awkward silence in the air, Alex lowering his head and looking only at the floor. Ty looking in front of him. After a little bit, Ty saw the small wolf walking next to him was really down and sad. 'Sorry' he said softly, whilst he cannot believe what he is saying. 'It's ok. Nobody gets me, so whatever.' Alex replied, and with that Ty sighed. 'Emotion was never my strong point, and letting people in isn't my thing. I once had a little brother, he was in a sense like you. Now... Well...' he stopped his sentence, and carried on now with a focused 'I joined the police to help and protect people. I won't, don't want anyone to get hurt. I came from Andar city. I moved here to, like you, get away from my past' Ty said in a cool voice, simply look forward. Ty was looking up at him 'wow, thank you for sharing that with me.' Alex smiled, and it was obvious his mood was really lifted. But right at that moment a dark figure ran in an ally way, Ty immediately noticed, as the figure wearing a masquerade mask was running toward them. He ripped out a knife and Ty immediately shoved Alex to the ground whilst pulling out his 9mm from the holster underneath his jacket 'stay down' he yelled. The dark figure turned into another direction as Alex pointed a gun \*Shit, I can't just shoot, civilians might get hurt.\* he thought, and he yelled after the figure, I will get you. As the figure simply vanished. Alex came up with a small pavement burn on his arm 'uhmm, what was that about... And by the way you sure pack a...' 'Some call him slither, others call him the man slayer, and his targets are all k9. He is dangerous, and no one ever see him. Darn that was my chance and I blew it' Ty said frustrated. 'Ahh... E..' Alex saw Ty's frustration and decided not to say anything. They started to walk again, and about a block from Sid's house, Ty asked 'How's your arm?' Alex was amazed at the question. 'Hehe, I told you, I get bruised allot and stuff. This is nothing' meanwhile in his head he was thinking ouch ouch ouch. They finally got to Sid's house. 'Thank you for walking me home and stuff.' Alex said friendly 'no problem' Ty said empty. 'Hey, maybe we could go for coffee some time or something to drink.' Alex said nervously. 'Yea maybe we could' ty replied. And suddenly Alex hugged Ty, as his heart beat really fast, Ty was caught off guard. But then lightly hugged back. 'Ok, cheers' Ty said as the hug was broken. He started walking away. And Alex turned around and fiddled with the keys as his hands shook and he looked at Ty. He then opened the door and just as he went in, Ty looked back. Alex closed the door and then, leaned against it and slid down as he felt his heart beating fast and he felt like he never did before. Right at that moment Sid came down the stairs. 'Soooo...' He said with a grin. | FSE |
Title: The boy with the golden core (uneditted) Chapter 3 by saintkoopa
Tags: Cub, Magic, Male, Nudity, Submission, Teen, Violence (Not In Yiff)
Chapter 3
The next morning the boys and their father were at breakfast. Most were still in their pj's with the exception of Vincent who was already dressed for school. Luhull and spent the night treating Bryce. He had magic burns all over his inside. They were not significant enough to cause damage until last night. Luhull also taught him the keys to handling his magic. Junior was going to wait until everyone left to talk to his father. Vincent left first going to walk over to Janice's house Luhull and Bryce left for their school while Jacob said he was going to walk with a friend.
"dad we need to talk"
"what about?"
"Vincent"
"you mean what happened last night? I was going to check into it this afternoon"
"it happened before. When mom died. Luh probably didn't notice but I did"
"you were what 5 at the time? What happened? I came late"
"a hyena shot a pistol at Luh but Vincent stopped it. He was glowing when he did just like last night"
"how do you know... I shouldn't have asked someone who has a photographic memory that question"
"yes you shouldn't have but whatever. Dad the elders said something about that birth mark on his chest."
"yes I know. I been checking into it with Luh but we still have not found out everything. I still have no idea what it means or why he has it. But we did notice it sometimes glows when he uses his magic. But why do you look so concerned?"
"I um sensed someone targeting Vincent with a magic spying spell. I managed to hear a conversation between them saying 'it' has awakened. I don't know what they meant by 'it' but I am pretty sure it has something to do with what happened last night"
"I know you have extraordinary perception and extrasensory detection but how did you key in on them. None of us were able to detect them. Or any magic"
"It was faint dad very faint. I am going to pick up Vincent after school"
"Okay I have to be here to take custody of Kilec."
"oh about that, you said you had a brother who got disowned by grandpa and grandma and that he died. The way you reacted to the alpha guard's passing I would wager that he was your brother?"
"Yes he was my brother. My mom and dad disowned him when he was 15. They threw him out and never looked back. We talk about it after you get home from school which you are late for"
"Whoops. Later dad"
"bye"
Jacob went back to waiting for Kilec to arrive.
Jacob got to school just in time and made his way to his locker when he saw luhull being surrounded by 4 bullies. As usual. They pushed him back into his locker as Bryce walked towards them
"fucking hybrid. I don't know why they let you disgrace our school!"
"you must be confused. My brothers are hybrids I am pure snow tiger!"
"and not a freaking slave! Well then we better teach you your place!"
The wolf punched luh in the stomach. Junior was about to go over and help when Bryce intervened
"what do you think you are doing?"
"Bryce! We are just teaching this tiger where his place is care to help us"
"I would advise you to leave him be"
"why?"
"because you are punching my brother"
The hallway went silent. Bryce the most popular kid in school was defending luh the most hated.
"are you going to say something?"
The wolves noted the tone in Bryce's voice. They knew he could have them thrown out on their kiessters in an instant. They let go of luh and left.
"wow never thought the day would come when you would call me your brother"
"well I owed you for saving me. I guess I should at least respect the fact you are my brother. Come on we are late for class"
"yea lets go"
Junior just stared at the 2 walking away together. Did that really just happen?
The uneventful school day was just about to end for Vincent but something was about to change all that. He was at his locker with Janice getting his stuff ready to leave.
"Mrs. Rune really did a number on me with that pop quiz"
"Come on Janice you did not do that bad" "sure about that?"
"totally"
"now..." A cheetah with black fur and orange spots appeared right behind Janice. Before anyone in the hallway could react He grabbed Janice and at great speed dashed for the door. Vincent gathered some magic in his feet and sprinted after the cheetah. They flew out of school so fast that they created a tailwind that knocked over a few students. He followed the cheetah through the streets and to a park. Once there the cheetah through Janice by a tree and then stopped ot face Vincent.
Vincent arrived ready to face the cheetah. He saw Janice knocked out from the speed they were running at. Now that Vincent thought about it they were going at speeds faster than he normally could run. And he was trying to outrun a cheetah one of the fastests runners. He knew he had a challenge on his hands but who was this guy?
"who are you?"
"I am ZK38. A member of the 4 zodiac revolutionaries!"
"never heard of them."
"because no one who hears of us lives!"
Vincent became nervous. This cheetah was going to kill him?
"why did you take my friend!"
"she was the bait to lure you out"
"me?"
"yes I want your magical core! And I am going to kill you to get it!"
The cheetah gathered his magic into his paws and then swung them at Vincent. In an instant Vincent was hit with bullets made of air. He felt their impact hard but they didn't penetrate his fur.
"hmm a magic neutralization shield huh? Impressive"
"what the hell. It activated on its own?"
"no wonder the boss said to get him before he learns how to contact 'it'"
"'it'" 'do they mean that voice I heard yesterday?'
"having trouble ZK38?"
"no 47"
A Dalmatian said. Just like the cheetah his spots were inverted. He was black with white spots.
"then shall we finish this. Anti-magic squads are 20 minutes out"
"ok I will take 10 minutes to extract the core we have to defeat him in 5"
"it will take me 5 seconds" the Dalmatian gathered his magic into his paw and it coated his paw in foam. He then shot some foam at Vincent. It missed him and landed a few feet to left of Vincent. Vincent looked back at the Dalmatian who cracked a smile. The foam then expanded a bit and exploded. Sod covered a good bit of the area now and Vincent was covered in it.
'anti fire magic is Dalmatian's specialty. And speed magic is cheetahs' specialty this won't be easy'
"One move" Vincent sensed a change in the magic around the cheetah as he said that. His feet were emitting a darker kind of magic that felt cold to Vincent. Vincent then raised his magic shield but it would not form.
"what did you do to me? My shield is not working!"
"that foam is magic suppressing foam it is something I whipped up in my transformation"
"47 stop giving up information you are saying too much."
"then finish him off already"
The cheetah nodded and then charged it at great speed Vincent could not move out of the way in time as the cheetah pounced on him trying to pierce him with his claws. Vincent closed his eyes at the cheetah struck. He then realized he was not hurt. When he opened his eyes again he saw Bryce. His fur was sparking and he had a sword strapped to his back. Bryce had caught the cheetahs paw in his own.
"where did you come from?"
"I was meaning to ask you that question. What do you want with my brother!"
"Brother? 47 what is going on"
"our target is the son of a local alpha. I don't want to face the Black blood general Jacob. We better retreat"
"I won't let you get away" said junior as he came in already covered in flames. Luh was not far behind.
"no one hurts our brother and gets away with it"
"prepare to pay"
The 3 brothers gathered their magic and encased their bodies with it. They were about to attack together
"fire falcon!"
"sea serpent!"
"thunder spear"
Junior made a falcon out of fire, luh made a snake out of water and Bryce made a spear of pure lightning. They sent all their attacks towards the Dalmatian and cheetah.
The Dalmatian smiled and intercepted the attacks with 3 balls of foam. The attacks were neutralized the minute they touched the foam. The boys were stunned and tried to launch another attack. Before they could the cheetah swung his paw and sent 3 giant bullets of air towards the 3. They hit with such impact they flung the boys backwards behind Vincent.
"Luh! Junior! Bryce!"
"we better finish this up they are getting close"
"at least let me kill them so we won't have to deal with them again"
"go ahead but do it quickly"
The Dalmatian gathered his magic energy in 3 balls of pure darkness then sent them straight at the fallen boys. Vincent stood up to intercept them but fell down as the foam had drained most of his strength. He could only watch on as the balls flew past him on their way to his brothers. Just he closed his eyes fearing the worse he had a song. A song played on a grass whistle. He did not know where the song was coming from but he was feeling stronger the more he listened"
Then he got up and turned to see the balls were stopped in midair and shrinking. Something had stopped them. The song continued to play and now the grass was emitting energy. Vincent noticed all the plants were emitting energy. Then His brothers began to glow green. The wounds from the last attack were healing.
"what is he doing here?"
"I thought the 3rd zodiac was taking care of him!"
"they must have failed. We need to go. If we have to face 'him' we won't be able to escape the anti-magic squads!"
"get us out of here then"
The Dalmatian caused foam to rise out of the ground and cover him and the cheetah. Then the foam subsidized. The 2 were gone. Vincent turned back to his brothers and noticed the had a single leaf on their wounds. He looked around for the source of the song when he saw a pure green furred raccoon jump out of a tree. Vincent felt like he was emitting the essence of nature itself.
He got closer to the fallen boys and continued to play his song. Vincent just kept changing glances between him and his brothers. He then heard his father and 5 members of anti-magic squad delta arrive.
"Vincent! Are you okay?"
"I am now. Thanks to him"
"who is he?"
One of the guards instantly became annoyed and went over to the raccoon.
"this is where you ran off too?"
The raccoon ceased his song and the boys started to regain consciousness.
"I wanted to check out the area."
"I don't know how your dad got you to listen to him when you are so stubborn. Anyway suppress your powers. Jacob here will take over for you"
The raccoon nodded and then suppressed his magical powers. His fur returned back to the normal raccoon colors. Brown and black. And he had a black mask.
Jacob couldn't believe it
"Kilec!"
"nice to see you again Jacob"
"I hope the army treated you well"
"as well as they treated everyone else. I was only 3 when you brought me here. Your brother took me in."
"I am glad he did wish he had told me about you though"
"I asked him not to. I heard about what you went through I didn't want to add to things"
"well, let me introduce you to my sons. Vincent this is Kilec your cousin"
"wait he is Kilec?"
"yep."
"thanks for saving me and my brothers"
"it is no problem but can we talk in private I need to tell you something"
"Kilec we all already know about 'them' just say what you have to say"
"they weren't after me. They specifically targeted Vincent. A different zodiac is after Vincent. And I know why!"
"they lured me here by capturing ... Janice! Where is she"
"over here. I am fine vin"
"thank goodness"
"Can we continue now. Kilec? Why are they after Vincent"
"same reason they were after me. Vincent has your fur changed color and you magic felt more powerful?"
"last night yes"
"You have a golden core"
"a golden what?"
"core!" luhull said rising to his feet "every person has a core. It is similar to what we refer to as a soul. Normally a core is pure white. But on some occasions it can be differently colored"
"a white magical core gives no benefits other than just using magic. But a colored core can give huge advantages. I know of 5 colors. emerald gold Ruby black and purple. I have an emerald core it gives me stronger connections to nature. I can use plant and earth magic much easier and at much stronger level than normal. A ruby core multiplies a person's magical power. Black makes it easier to use Dark magic, purple magic gives you access to poisonous magic. A golden core is by far the most versatile. It enhances all elemental and also negates other magical powers."
"my magical negation shield?"
"yes. That is part of it. These furs have found a way to extract a person's core and infuse with their own."
"But colored cores are rare. Like 1 in 4 trillion rare."
"but there are 10 furs with colored cores in the world right now. They already got 5 of them."
"who are the other 5? You know who they are?"
"well um all 5 of them are standing right here right now"
"who?"
"you, and him" he told luh and then pointed to Junior
"and him" he pointed to Bryce
"wait me?"
"I have the ability to see a persons colored core. I already saw yours. Luh has a sapphire core. Junior has silver core. Bryce has a ruby core and of course Vincent has a golden one"
"but how is it possible."
"your mom never told you did she"
"what?"
"your mom was a prophet if you don't remember"
"I remember I just don't talk about her much"
"well she predicted the oncoming of furs with colored cores. And it happened. 10 were born in a 5 year span. Luh being first and I was last."
"what? Mom was more concerned about Vincent not us"
"because the presence of a golden core indicates that Zryx is trying to awake"
Luh's eyes went wide and he started breathing heavy. Everyone else just stared on curiously
"Zryx?.... he... is... awakening?"
"Since you reacted the way you did I suspect you heard of him?"
"yes I was royalty in my tiger clan. I know of the story"
"who is Zryx?"
"He was... the world's strongest magic user. He was the one who started the 2000 year war"
"what?"
"it was story passed down through the royalties of the clans just in case he ever resurrected"
"he ... attacked every clan by changing his ...appearance. He started the 200 year war by getting the species to attack each other. He then fed off the chaos and improved his magic. He destroyed a few species himself. To take him down.... The wolves, foxes, tigers, hyenas, coyotes and raccoons teamed up and sealed him away forever in Ember mountain."
"ember mountain? That mountain that no species go near? Not even the ferals go there!"
"yes because that is where zryx is sealed."
"The story says they found the essence of the fallen species and along with the wolves species essence they sealed him away. It caused a bit of a break in the war and the wolves then learned about alphas and how to counter magic without magic."
"we learnt that in history 101" Junior said being a bit snarky
"well did you know that all the extinct species still have a magical essence lurking. And zryx was tapping into them! He developed a type of magic called universal magic. The furs after us are trying to use that magic"
"you know a lot about them?"
"yes. Because they based in the west not the east. They are right now recruiting from the armies around the world. Including wolves. Just like you uncle, they are recruiting wolves who can use magic. And have started the anti-alpha movement"
"who are these people anyway?"
"they call themselves the Snuni zodiacs. Each zodiac consists of 12 bosses and some underlings. There are 5 zodiacs so around 60 bosses. Each boss has a artificial colored core. I don't know all the details about them though. All I know is that the 3rd zodiac was sent after me and the 4th was sent after you guys. They aren't going to stop coming after us."
"if what you say is true than I will advise everyone to return to the mansion."
"the limos are on their way already" Bryce said putting away his cell phone.
"when we get home Kilec you are going to help me deal with a few things"
"sure thing uncle"
The limos arrived a few minutes later and everyone got in and made their back to the mansion. After Kilec explained a few more things about the zodiacs that were after them. He told them how they recruited from every species and gave them the ability to use magic even if the species has no magic essence. He was about to explain how they killed his father when they arrived home as they walked in the door the conversation continued.
"So Kilec can you tell me how my brother died. His death is classified. I have been given no details"
"he did not completely die. He... was ... um captured"
"captured?"
"we were under attack from 10 zodiacs. They killed off all our guards but they got injured so only 2 of them were able to chase us. We tried to escape out the building. As I said they attacked our apartment complex. Dad got caught in one of their attacks and disappeared."
"then how do you know he is still alive?"
"because I made a lifeforce ring for him. It glows to indicate his lifeforce" he pulled the ring out of his pocket and showed everyone. "I already told the alpha guards about it and they have begun an investigation. It has dimmed but it has not stopped glowing. My dad is alive and my best way to get him back is to take on these zodiacs."
"but if they could get to the head of alpha guard what makes you think you are safer here"
"well you for starters. I have seen the strength of these people. They are strong. But they are afraid of a few people. The anti-magic squads for one. They try to avoid them because they can prove to me an annoyance for them. They are also afraid of the Black blood alpha"
The boys all stared at their father.
"that was what they called me when I was general in the army."
"Oh I can't wait to hear that story"
"quiet Junior! Kilec would you continue"
"well not much else to say. They said if anyone could at least stop them it is you. Also there is easier access to anti-magic squads in this area"
"well why don't you boys get acquainted before dinner. I have to address my parents who should be here in..." the door opened and in came the grandparents.
"now I guess. Boys go upstairs for now I call you once dinner is ready"
"Bryce could stay I actually enjoy his presence."
"uh. I am going to join them."
His grandfather and grandmother looked on in awe as Bryce followed the other 4 boys.
"what did you do to that boy?"
"I did nothing. Luh did"
"I should have him arrested for assaulting an alpha. No way Bryce would even think about associating with those abominations"
"well he was going to die soon. From his magic. Luh stayed up all night nursing him and treating the magic burns his insides suffered. If it was not for those abominations Bryce would be dead."
"that is a lie. How are you sure those injuries were not inflicted on him by one of your sons. I would think that boy junior would be a prime candidate"
"as I told you last night. Bryce brought this on himself. He was taught badly by that slave. Did you forget that in one night."
"Don't take that tone with me!"
"dad. You know I would respect you more if you weren't so arrogant"
"I just put the preservation of our status above personal influences and aversions. You would have done well to learn that lesson"
"you tried to push that on Julius and that is what made him run away. if you are going to just talk about my perceived mistake then maybe should just leave. I have a family to take care of. And if you don't want to be part of it then don't be. But I can tell you Bryce will be a part of it."
"No he won't the association will see it our way. Miranda we are leaving"
The 2 left angry for the second night in row. Jacob just sighed.
"come on out you 3"
Jacob said to Junior luh and Bryce who were standing in the hallway listening in.
"didn't I tell you to wait upstairs? And where is Vincent and kilec?"
Bryce and junior tapped luh on the shoulder signaling him to answer
"they went to the magic training room."
"they what?"
Jacob ran upstairs past the other three who just causally whistled and went to sit at the table for dinner"
Jacob reached upstairs to in time to see Kilec stabbing Vincent in the chest with his finger. Before Jacob could react he saw that Vincent had turned his fur golden again. He entered the room to listen in on the boys.
"see. I told you"
"butbutbutbut!"
"too many butts. Unless you're like my dad then not enough butts"
"Kilec! My brother never was that kind of wolf. And what did you do to Vincent"
"I um unleashed his stored powers. It is only temporary since he didn't summon it himself. While the others seemed to have not unlocked theirs yet Vincent has had access to his entire life"
"are sure about the others I mean I have not found out much about cores. But as u said it amazingly rare. How could all 4 of them have colored cores"
"I am sure. As I said I can see them. It was a specialty of mine that the warthogs used. My full power is see a person's magic. They used it to find their most talented magic users. That was until the you saved me 8 years ago"
"you were only 5 at the time. How were they using your power?"
"I used to act differently when around strong magic users. They used that as their indicator."
"when I left you in the care of my brother I never expected you to adopted by him"
"after my kingdom fell and he took me in." Kilec paused and changed his tone he seemed a bit depressed "after while we started getting targeted on trips and vacations. At first we did not know by whom but then they started attacking. Then the attack they had on our building happened and well you know the rest"
Jacob went over and put his hand on Kilec's shoulder
"you can experiment with our magic after dinner. Now come."
Vincent's fur was still golden as they walked back into the dining room. They saw the other three boys already eating their dinner. Jacob gave them a stern look when they raised their heads and they instantly went back to eating. The others joined them. Once everyone was finished a bulter came and cleared the dishes. Jacob then told them that they would training on the 4th floor sparing area. Vincent and Junior had never been to that training room since it was where Luh and their father practiced their swords.
Jacob opened the door to the room and ushered the boys in. as soon as they walked in Jacob's, Bryce's and Luhull's clothes vanish and they were totally naked. Bryce instantly covered his bits as luh and Jacob just sighed.
Kilec and the others were stunned and a little bit disturbed. Their father then began to explain. He told them about the wolves' magical essence which had control over this room. He also told them the price of using the magic. Kilec understood since he knew about his species essence which had a smiliar price but their species essence preferred females. Vincent just looked disturbed. He couldn't believe that this essence was going to require his dad and brother to perform such lude acts for him. Jacob tried to look disturbed but he was smiling on the inside. His ultimate fantasy realized. A secret one that he indulged on the side with his boyfriend. He would have to find a way to get into this pact.
"ok now that I have scarred you boys for life shall we get testing."
"sure but are sure you can't have clothes on?"
"not on their lives!" said the essence in a thundering voice.
"Bryce, luh will be teaching you how to control you thunder magic. Junior your with me. Kilec you and Vincent work on whatever it is you were doing earlier"
They all nodded and headed off to the individual training rooms.
"how did you contact the essence?" "it contacted me."
"well you now know the price. So what are you going do?"
Bryce drew his sword. Take as much power from it as possible"
"good answer" Luh said as he and Vincent began to spare.
In training room 2 Junior was about to spare with his naked father.
"so what were you smiling about earlier?"
"smiling? Who was smiling" 'damn he found out'
"I know you cracked a slight smile earlier. But if I try and think what it is was about I really think I would want to throw you in a mental home"
"um it was just funny to think of you being a submissive kind of guy for the wolf. "
"and now I think that if I check you internet history I will find porn sites. Disturbing porn sites"
"um... what makes you think that?"
"you used the word submissive. That was a very good indicator."
"but how could you tell is was gay just be using the word submissive"
"I never said you were gay but you just did"
".... You are evil dad"
"evil no. cruel yes"
"Okay I am gay. And I liked the idea of serving the wolf."
"if you actually like the idea why not learn wolf magic."
"but you said you didn't want us to learn it"
"because of the consequences. But if you have no aversion to what the essence wants of us why should I deny you a potential source of magic."
"so you really will teach me?"
"yes. I will"
"thanks dad"
"be prepared I am not going easy on you"
Jacob said as he handed a sword to Junior and unsheathed his.
"Just don't stare at my package"
"don't ruin my fun"
In the training room 3 Kilec was trying to teach Vincent to unlock his powers.
"well first thing you have to do now is just meditate"
"meditate?"
"yes you have to have a perfection connection with your magical core to unlock your ability. Just sit and relax"
Vincent sat and folded his legs as he assumed a mediating position.
Kilec took a leaf out of his pocket and placed it near his lips. He began to use it as a whistle and play one of his songs. It was a nice slow tune and Vincent seemed to enjoy it. As he focused in he realized there was something about himself that felt different. He tried to search his magical essence and realized there was something more to it. He tried his best to reach it and once he found he got pulled into his mind.
"who is there?"
"Me? I am you"
Appeared before in utter darkness was a wolf with golden fur he was the spitting image of Vincent.
"you are what?"
"the magical you. The fully magical you"
"you were the one who spoke to me last night"
"I was. It was about time I made my presence known"
"why? I thank you for saving my life"
"I did not do anything special. I just gave your normal shield a boost"
"without it I would have been killed."
"you would have been injured not killed"
"if I would have lived then why did you want to make sure I knew you existed"
"to explain my motives I will have to tell you a story of who I am"
"you are not part of my inner self just here to help me master my powers?"
"that would be too cliché. I was once one of the wolves who sealed zryx away. His power is leaking out into the world right."
"Kilec said he was awakening and that his power is threatening the world"
"to affirm the seal we used our bodies and souls. We sealed them away with Zryx to give the seal the power it needed to function but someone has been weakening it from the outside. Kilec has also told you about them."
"he has."
"to fight them you will need my help. Just like I have come to help you minions of Zryx have also come back. They are giving birth to a new set of followers. And we must stop them. If they get zryx revived in this age when the species would not even contemplate an alliance and giving up their magic. He would be a very destructive force."
"what can I do?"
"Accept my offer"
"offer?"
"surrender all your magic to me. I will pass it through your core and change your entire magical essence."
"how do I do that?"
"just let me but this will hurt. Are you sure you want this?"
"my mom died trying to make sure I got where I am today and now I am finally understanding why. I have to give it my all"
"is that the extent of your resolution?"
"no. they are me and my brothers. I watched my brothers nearly die as I was totally helpless. I never want to feel that way again."
"I can see it in your heart. Your conviction is the real thing. Very well"
Vincent then felt it. His magic was totally drained. Meanwhile outside his mind kilec was preparing just in case. He already had a plant barrier around Vincent.
He felt the magic in Vincent disappear.
"here it comes"
Vincent's body was emitting a huge amount of power. Nearly blowing kilec away. Kilec then began to whistle his tune once again. The song caused the plants to absorb the magic emitting from Vincent's body. The sudden surge of magical energy garnered the attention of the others. Everyone ran into the room to see what was happening.
They all covered their eyes as the final burst of energy left Vincent's body.
Kilec finished his song and retracted his plants to reveal a very weak Vincent.
"DAMN THAT WAS BRUTAL!"
Vincent screamed out still groaning in pain.
Jacob went over to examine his son.
"wow his body went through a lot of stress. What the hell did you do?"
"I did nothing. He just unlocked his hidden powers. I was only here to make sure the building was not destroyed like when I unlocked mine"
"gah! You really are Julius's son. Just as deceptive as he is. You guys can continue Kilec could you team up with Junior?"
"uh sure?.... where are your clothes?"
"um I now have the same problems the rest have"
"just great! I am so glad our essence preferred women!" Kilec said walking into the other training room. He stopped and waited for Jacob to leave the room with Vincent on his shoulders before he turned to the others
"now that he is gone. Who is next?"
The 3 naked boys looked at each in both fear and concern. | FSE |
(F TF Rabbit, M TF Stag x2)
Medania was always a chipper woman, able to convince people with her smile alone. She put her unwitting ability to good use dragging her boyfriend Han along into the woods on a camping trip. Med loved the woodlands since she was little, since her grandmother lived in a cabin far off in the woodlands... not these woods in particular though. Her and her brother Lence had moved away from their childhood homeland long ago, in search of bigger more bustling places. Neither Lence nor Han were keen on being in the woods, yet both are present following Medania on this trip. As soon as she found out there was a forest not too far from the city she just HAD to see it, and so here the three were. Medania and Lence are halflings, so while they looked perfectly human they were both quite small compared to Han who is human. Han and Lence had not seen much of each other either, so the conversation was spotty at best as well. The two men followed behind, a bit tuned out, both trying to think of all the things that could go wrong out here and how they would deal with it. Meanwhile Med skipped along ahead of them practically dragging them along, whistling a tune and pointing out animals they passed. Han noted this forest may be good for hunting in- for some reason the animals did not seem the slightest bit afraid of them. Even after Medania loudly points to the animal they do not flee, they simply look and watch.
They followed a river in so they would not get lost, though Medania kept insisting they go deeper than either of the men were willing to. It was like the forest was calling to her, she did not know why, she just felt like there was a place she needed to get to. Finally they were able to convince her to stop when the sun started to wane and the sky ignited to orange. They needed to set up the tents and a fire while they still had some light to work with. Lence gathered wood quickly for the fire while Han set up the two tents and Medania continued to wander around the site in circles whisling tunes.
"The forest is so calm this time of year. So welcoming."
Lence turned to his sister about to reply but then noticed she was some distance away. He quickly looked around but seen no one else. It was a woman's voice, and it was similar to his sisters, but not the same. Was he just hearing things? Maybe he was just absenmindedly thinking of his sister saying that. It was true, the forest is very calm. He had been so caught up in thinking of all the things wrong with being here that he failed to notice it was pleasent. It wasn't as though he disliked the forest, he just had so little experience here that he was unsettled simply by it being so unfamiliar. Once he gathered the wood they had a good sized fire going just as the flame orange sky started to burn out and reveal the stars behind it. All three of them were caught in the wonder of the cosmos here. Far from the city the sky was filled with more stars than any one person could hope to count. There did not seem to be a single dark patch in the entire night sky, dim or bright every space occupied by some sort of star. It was about now that Lence started to feel a bit like a third wheel. Medania and Han shared a tent, and they sat together by the fire, cuddling close to one another. It was good to see his sister enjoying her time, but it felt awkward being around her when she was with her boyfriend. Lence also felt a little bit intimidated by the human for his size. For all the above reasons, Lence went to sleep first. He fell asleep much faster than he thought he would in this unfamiliar place. The forest was calm and inviting after all.
Unsurprisingly Medania was the last to finally turn in for the night, unable to get her energy level down enough to sleep. She loved the forest! She had not been camping in eons! So many animals and berries growing that would have cost way too much in market, just growing all over the place. She should definately go herb and berry picking tomorrow! When she fell asleep she had an odd dream where she was back home, snuggling with Han, but then she fell onto her soft bed and when she lifted herself onto her hands and knees it was a bed of grass and clovers she rose from. They felt just as soft as her bed! But it smelled... delicious! The fresh green grass and clovers smelled so good she wanted to just start eating it. She was so close to it all, her perspective was unusually low to the ground, even though she was sitting up on all fours. She heard a woman's voice seem to emminate around her, softly echoing in the woods.
"This could be your home, if you would have it. My forest welcomes you."
Med was about to say something but was winded slightly by a sudden thrust from behind and a sharp pleasure as she was mounted! She had almost forgot Han there for a second, but he thrust into her so quickly and rhythmically! Much, much faster than he normally would. The quick shallow thrusts gave her little time to gather her thoughts and no pauses in the pulsing pleasure. Was that... Han? Did she see fur out of the corner of her eye? She let her mouth hang open and gave in to the pleasure.
"That's it. Enjoy it. Let the forest into your heart."
Her nose started twitching a bit for some reason. She couldn't help it anymore, she stretched herself out a bit and took a big bite of the clover patch infront of her as the mysterious one behind her humped away. In the waking world she moaned softly in her sleep. Her ears slowly started to stretch longer. She rolled over and her pillow muffled her louder moans as her now upward facing rump grew rounder and her tailbone exploded into bushy fur- giving her a big rabbit's tail to crown her ass.
The next day Lence was the first to wake up, wandering up the river a ways to stretch his legs. Han woke up not long after, but said nothing when he heard Lence wander off. Instead he turned to Medania since he had woken with a raging erection. His dreams were odd that night as well, hearing a woman's voice inviting him to be a part of the forest. He gently woke Medania and she blushed and immediately agreed for a quick fuck while her brother had wandered from camp. She pulled his pants down and started a gentle suck on his dick, just teasing him with her mouth to get him primed for other holes. Han groaned in approval, the sensation feeling even better than usual. Her gentle sucking almost felt like it was stretching his dick longer. Med noticed she had to actually be careful of his dick hitting the back of her throat when she hilted... was it bigger somehow? Neither noticed his pubic hair growing denser. It also was not course like pubic hair generally is- it was soft, like fur. Medania finally climbed up onto him and slid him inside of herself, facing away from him to rest her now nice and round ass on his crotch. Han was mesmerised by the sight, had her ass always been so round? he fell in love with her agonizingly adorable face, he never thought of her butt as being particularly impressive. In the pleasure of the moment, he was unable to examine close enough to notice her tail- the back of her loose shirt draped over it to hide it from direct sight. Med loved to hear his grunts, moans, and heavy breathing as she slammed down onto his cock. As she listened intently, her ears stretched longer and longer, hearing more and more. She could hear the claws of birds grasping tree branches from several feet outside of the tent! The backs of her ears very quickly developed a dark grey layer of soft fur as well as they reached an obsurd length, being longer than the entire head they grew from. The end of her nose started to turn pink, but that much was hard to notice through her blushing. As she rode Han's cock she ran her hands under her shirt, feeling up her body and her breasts. She played with all of her nipples- not even registering the thought that she should not have so many nipples in the first place. Aside from the two very erect pink nubs capping her small but well shapen breasts, there was three more sets of nipples down her torso! The same size, and just as erect, but lacking breasts or areola. There was so many that running her hand down her torso created a constant stream of sharp pleasure jolts from bending each erect nipple over with her hand and letting them bounce back into place. She climaxed before he did, being even more aroused for some reason. Her dream had not left her head, and it was just as tantalizing as this real sex. As she came, the walls of her vagina rippled and clenched on Han's cock, causing him to actually squirm a bit from the pleasure spike. Neither noticed when her thighs started to swell larger, and her ass got bigger and bigger. Even Han himself did not notice when his tailbone burst into a flourish of fur like Med's had, though the large tuft of his was a bit more pointed and slightly longer. It felt like she was somehow sinking even deeper down his cock, as it slowly stretched longer and his balls drew in for orgasm, and also grew in size, becoming slightly more oblong than before. He came explosively into her and immediatly sunk limb back down onto the bedding in bliss. He was breathing heavily with a goofy look on his face as he stared at the top of the tent, almost falling back asleep. Medania grinned at the state she reduced her boyfriend to and almost felt like going back to sleep herself but she needed to at least wash her cooch off first.
She took several very awkward steps out of the tent, feeling odd. She felt so... high off the ground. Remembering her dream again, where she was so very low to the ground, that felt right. She was actually very slightly smaller than before, but it felt like she was farther from the ground than ever, making her want to go down onto her hands and knees, but she couldn't get around like that now, could she? She went to the river and sat on a smooth large rock to hang her rump over the river water and yelped a bit as she splashed the water up onto herself to clean her privates off. Well, that woke her up at least. The forest seemed to have a solution for everything if you looked hard enough.
"The forest will always provide. Whatever the forest does not have is just extra I did not need anyway."
Medania's ears perked up. She heard that womanly voice again from her dream? Or did she? She was speaking just now too only half consciously, was that her own voice? It must have been, what else would she say herself, and besides that there was no other people around.
The voice spoke again without her. "You were going to pick some herbs, yes?"
Med quickly shook her rump as dry as she could and popped on her no longer well fitting pants. "That is right! So many tasty things to find in the forest!"
And then the two voices overlapped. "Eat of the forest. More forest in my belly... "
Medania thought nothing of the fact she almost accidentally hooked her claws in her pants when she pulled them up. She shouldn't have claws at all! What used to be nails were now tiny narrow claws. She skipped deeper into the woods, almost hopping as she went. As soon as she found some berries she immediately bent down and started popping them all in her mouth, without a single thought as to what kind of berries they even were. Like she was running on auto pilot. Her legs started to thicken again as well as her hips and rump, becoming very impressive in size, but her feet also started to stretch and hurt in her too small shoes. The berries were so big this far into the forest. Each one she popped in her mouth was bigger than the last! In actuality, they were all the same size- Medania was getting smaller. She fell forward a few inches onto her hands and knees to remove her uncomfortable shoes, and let her still lengthening feet out as they reshaped and became quite muscular. Fur was creeping off her tail and spreading up her back, and her pubic hair was replaced by it as well as it slowly creeped up her belly as well. Medania hopped on all fours from patch of food to patch of food, but as she did her standards for what was food devolved. Even the grass looked tastey, like in her dreams! As she nibbled on the grass her nose reshaped and whiskers started to poke out from her face. Her front teeth became quite bucked, making her face somehow even cuter than it already was. Med's breath was taken as she spotted a patch of vibrant green clovers! She quickly hopped over and started to stuff her face. Oh so good! Juicy and earthy! So much of the forest in her. She is a part of the forest too, after all! Her fingers became short and wide as her hands started to devolve into paws, making it hard to pick anything with, so she simply started to use only her mouth.
Lence was wandering the woods, feeling unusually horny as well. He had a strange dream of leaping through tall grass on all fours somehow. He heard a woman's voice softly speaking to him as well which made him horny, but he could not remember after waking what she said. As he walked up stream he was tempted several times to wander deeper into the woods as he encountered strange roots. They looked like normal tree roots, but they did not go to any of the nearby trees. They reached much farther into the woods, making them freakishly long- likely belonging to an incredibly impressive elder tree somewhere deeper in. Lence snapped out of his absentmindedness and realised he was farther from camp than he intended to go. He only wanted to wake up and stretch his legs. He stretched them better than he thought- his pant legs did not go all the way down now, his legs unknowingly having grown slightly longer. He decided to take a piss and then return to camp. Taking his dick out in the open was weird. He was very self conscious usually and did not like to even use urinals back in the city if there was anyone else in the bathroom. He felt the pee flowing and he relaxed a bit, imagining a woman's comforting words. He did not know who, he just imagined someone telling him it was fine. In the forest all of the animals can pee whenever they need without any fear or reservations. The plants take what they wish from it and grow. Everything is used by something else, there is no waste here. As he relaxed, his balls hung a little lower as the scrotum grew slightly, and then as he finished, his balls gave a slight bounce and grew a little. His foreskin thickened slightly as well as he shook the last drops free. Lence started to head back to camp at a faster pace, freezing up after a couple of minutes as he realised his junk was still hanging out! He completely spaced out and did not bother to put it away! It felt... so natural to just leave it out. It was still so stiff. Lence decided he better work this boner off. Sitting in camp with his sister and her boyfriend with a confused erection would be bad.
He sat on a large water-rounded boulder at the river's edge and faced the water as he started to jack off. Having the solid curvature of the boulder pressing on his taint made his cock feel even more hard. He thought it made his dick seem longer to, but that was actually because it IS longer, it had grown ever so slightly. Lence squirmed a bit at the slightly prickly sensation over his butt, thinking his seat might be cutting circulation somewhere but it was yet another bushy tail being born in today- identical to Han's. As he grunt and thumped his crotch in masturbation, his nostrils became shorter and much more wide as his nose broadened a little and the end darkened slightly. His pubic hair turned to a fine dense fur and started to consume his scrotum. His foreskin thickened more. The changes to his dick at least were immediately noticable to him, but he was too worked up to stop now, and the changes felt too good to question. Lence felt a strange pressure in his body. It was very subtle but present through his entire body. His clothes started to press against him more as his entire body started to grow bigger. His attention was called immediately across the river, thinking someone had somehow spotted him but continued to masturbate when he realised it was just a fawn. Then his cock started to throb even more when he looked past the drinking fawn and seen its parents, a stag in the middle of fucking a doe! He shouldn't find that hot, but oh boy did he ever. He really started to pound it, locking eyes with the fucking deer without even understanding why.
"They all have as much fun as they want here in my forest."
'MY forest' immediately snapped him out of his trace, but before he could question the bodyless voice his orgasm hit and he came explosively over the river water. Panting and looking himself over, he could not concentrate properly so was unable to put his finger on any specific changes, but was aware that things were definitely not right. He was bigger, his clothes did not fit. His cock and balls were bigger, his foreskin was oddly dense. His hightened awareness and struggle to understand caused his senses to perk up, and his ears started to grow leaf shaped, flicking slightly as new muscles threaded their way up, allowing the ears to be pivoted.
Lence decided to head back to camp now with extra hustle. He sertainly was not going to bring up what he did, but something was weird, and they needed to get out of the forest as soon as possible. He was able to move faster than usual, easier than usual. His legs had grown taller again, but also changed proportion a bit. His shins had become a bit shorter, but his feet stretched out, causing him to balance more weight on the front of them alone- which caused his shoes to fall off on his way back to camp. Lence did not even notice his footwear falling away, the feeling had numbed in his feet and his toes had lost most of their mobility- the nails now big and black as they quickly wore holes through the front of his socks, causing them to fall away as well without notice.
When Lence arrived in camp both he and Han froze up and flinched away from each other. Han was masturbating at the opening of the tent, staring off into the woods with an empty headed gaze. Lence noted that Han stopped masturbating when he arrived, but did not put his dick away, nor take his hand off it. He noticed Han's ears had transformed like his own, but his brain failed to register that as a problem. Han had basically all the same changes as Lence now, the only difference is he had not grown so drastically overall, since as a human he was already much bigger than Lence to begin with. Lence's cock went right back to rigid at the sight of the other phallus, even though he was not gay at all, and certainly had no interest in his sister's boyfriend!
"Something is wrong Han. We need to get out of this forest as soon as possible." Han slowly started to move his hand on his shaft again in spite of the advise. "We need to get Medania and get out of here!"
Han let go of his cock begrudgingly with a grunt from his wider nose and agreed. He told Lence to wait there, knowing what direction Medania went. Like Lence earlier, Han did not think to pull his pants back up and his dick and balls were still hanging as he wandered toward where Med was. Luckily she was heading back to camp to find him and met him only a few paces off. Han almost missed her, since she was already half his size to begin with and was now only half the size of that! Most of her body was covered in a very soft fine grey fur! Her hips thighs and butt were huge and furry, and her limbs all ended in paws- gigantic ones on her back feet. She looked almost like... a rabbit. Her nose twitched, making her whiskers dance and her buck teeth made her look adorable. She did not even need to say anything, she just turned and used her huge rear legs to lift up her rump and Han got onto his hands and feet immediately. Because their size was so different, it was very difficult for him to line it up properly. He went to thrust in and almost sent her toppling because it did not fit in her at all. He used a hand to brace her small body and tried thrusting again but still nothing. He wanted to cum back in camp, now he had his girlfriend back but still couldn't cum?! His balls grew a bit more in irritation, his cock grew longer with pent up arousal. As his cock lengthened though, the glans stretched out and became less defined. The diminishing broadness of the glans allowed his cock to finally force its way in her, and Med let out a pleased breathy squeak. Only a third of his cock actually fit into her but that was enough. As he thrust, her body started to change shape, becoming less defined. Her breasts were completely gone now, though all her nipples remained at full attention. She braced herself on all fours, already hitting orgasm from the excitement as her face started to get furry as well now, and stretch out, becoming just like a rabbit! She was a very large breed of rabbit, but still entirely rabbit now. That fact had little impact on what few brain cells were still in use in Han's head however.
Lence grabbed Han and pulled him up and out of his sister, yelling at him to snap out of it. Since they were not at all far from camp, Lence could hear the whole thing and came over to see what the hell was going on, only to see his sister vanish into the body of a rabbit. Medania had already orgasmed, so she did not seem to care at all, and did not react to her brother's shouts at all. She was completely rabbit, even mentally. Like the other animals of this forest she no longer had an opinion on humans one way or the other, and hopped off casually like nothing had happened.
"Han, snap out of it, we need to get out of this forest!"
"But I am so horny! I can't walk with this erection... I need to release..."
He tried to masturbate himself and Lence grabbed him to stop him. Han tried to squirm away, putting Lence behind him but Lence did not release his grip. With a final tug, they both fell over, Han on all fours and Lence fell onto his backside. They were both breathing heavily from the struggle. Lence's erection prodded into the front of his pants trying to squirm its way out. His clothes started to feel even tighter. He could... smell Han. It smelled good. Han gently thrust his hips back, rubbing Lence's crotch with his ass and the tip of Lence's cock finally popped out past the waist. Lence's mind went blank as he let go of Han's arm and grabbed the sides of his chest and thrust into his ass which was growing out of his pant's ability to cover. Their tails twitched in pleasure as Lence thrust in Han and the two continued to pant and grunt. First Lence and then Han as well started to finally outmatch their clothing entirely as threads started to rip and tear. Their big and pinky toes remained where they were as the other three stretched farther out, and continued to fuse. The two outer toes became dew claws and the three others grew into a single mass, the united thick black toenail finally covering it completely and then with a loud crack popping in half- leaving them both with cloven hooves. Their grunts became more animalistic, their noses continued to darken on the ends and their faces started to slowly stretch out. Surges of pleasure shot up their bodies from this cocks, and as the surge reached their faces it seemed to stretch it out a little with each wave. Lence kept thinking of the two deer fucking he seen earlier. His thrusts mirroring the stag exactly. His cock started to get longer, started to lose definition. Under him, Han's foreskin became extremely thick and started to get a light layer of fur as well! Once it had gotten so big, the next time it slapped his underbelly it became attached- fused to his torso. His cock started to stretch out farther from it now though, getting much longer but no thicker than it already was. His foreskin was now a sheath. Their clothes were torn wide open, with bare threads criss crossing their bodies barely struggling to stay attached at all, and covering very little. Lence's face started to push out a little as Han's neck started to bulk up. Han had sex with Medania before Lence had transformed at all- so Han was a stage ahead of Lence. They both came explosively and let out a groan with a very strong reverberance... a very 'deer' sound.
Gasping for breath and staggering around trying to balance themselves on hooves, the two men regained their sences, baffled as to what they had just done and why. Neither of them were even bisexual, but they had been completely lost in the moment. They were so horny and needed release to think at all. Lence was actually going to pack up the camp quickly but it was Han that quickly decided to abandon it. They needed to leave immediately- fuck the camp. There was no way they could find Medania as a rabbit in a forest, they would have to save themselves for now and come back for her once they figure out what the hell is going on. Their hooves were very narrow and dainty, which made balancing on them especially hard. Lence was actually pretty close to Han in size now, having grown tremendously. Even with their pants as on as they could be, they were so badly torn around the much larger bodies that their dicks were basically free hanging anyway. The scraps of clothing were pressed into their skin so tightly they also could not remove them however. The two men walked for nearly an hour before Han shouted several profanities and pointed to their tent on the opposite side of the river. Somehow they followed the river in a straight line, and ended up in the exact same place only on the opposite side of the river. That made no sense! Some sort of magic was distorting space to keep them in the forest. Han groaned and felt up his crotch, touching his hard dick several times.
Lence quickly stopped him again. "Don't touch it. It only makes it worse. You can't give in."
"But... I am too horny to think straight. I can't find my way out of anything like this! I need release so I can... think... straight. Its a forest... no one will see. We can fuck whenever we want!" A generous drop of pre fell from his cock as he finished his statement, but not with his own voice. It was a woman's voice. Han was speaking but someone else's voice was coming from his mouth!
The two men struggled against each other again, Lence trying his best to prevent the even more bestial Han from cumming. The two men paused a moment, red faced and grunting at one another. Both their minds went blank as they bowed and charged full blast at one another! Their skulls smashed into each other with enough force to echo in the forest, yet neither were really hurt by it. The force caused an explosion of growth to fire out of their head, like watching water splash in slow motion, causing their flesh and a light layer of fur to stretch out. They tried to pull apart but the growths caught on each other and the two of them started to aggressively clash them together, whiping their heads around. The flesh and fur tore off the growths revealing solid bone underneath. Antlers. Unlike horns, antlers are not made of keratin, they are solid bone. They finally yanked apart, but then felt some driving instinct to smash into one another again! This time Han's antlers started to grow but Lence's remained the same size. The antlers forked and grew more tongs as they grew larger and larger, and Han was able to exert more and more force. The bigger his rack got, the more simple his mind became, and the more aggressive his actions. Smaller male- lesser male. Han was the one with the female, he was herd leader! Lesser male should bow. Han needed to dominate him, fuck him. He is Han's property, his lesser!
Lence was forced onto all fours, then started to get pushed back, digging trenches in the grass with his hooves as he was pushed. Finally Han twisted his head to the side and yanked free, causing Lence to stumble forward as han quickly leaped behind him on all fours, his hands now starting to devolve into cloven hooves as well, and he quickly mounted Lence before he could remain his barings! Han's body seemed to barrel out more with each thrust, his grunts getting deeper and carring a reverberance more as his ability to speak human words dissolved. His neck and then face started to stretch out more with each thrust, becoming more and more animal. He was a mighty prince of the forest! There was so much forest in him, saturating him... so much... forest. His cock stretched out even longer, penetrating Lence even deeper. Lence grew more and his clothing finally started to snap free of him, the final few desperate threads stretched well beyond what they were meant to do. His hands started to devolve, and when he looked to the side he seen Han's front hooves draped over him, giving him a preview of where he was also heading. Even his thrusts were aggressive and strong! Lence was only able to take it because his own ass had grown to large deer proportions. His balls were swinging violently below, his foreskin fusing to his underside as it became a sheath as well. His neck started to bulk up when Han finally finished, cumming explosively into Lence with a great bellow. Lence finally slipped out from under him and dashed off on his own before the beast could get its breath back. Han did not even attempt to follow, he could not even remember who it was that just fled. Someone from his herd? There was no human left in Han, just another beast of the forest. He went to the nearest tree to scrape the remnants of clothing off- not longer knowing what they even were and disliking their presence.
Lence had been following the river, and failed, so now he followed a different landmark- the overly long tree roots, deeper into the forest. He had an absolute hell of a time walking at all. It was hard to balance and his back ached easily, not wanting to stand on the rear legs. He had to basically dash from one tree to another, leaning heavily onto them to stay upright and off the ground. His hands had devolved into half-hooves and could not really grip anything anymore. Eventually he found his way to a titanic, thick tree where all the long roots gathered. The bark on the surface started to writhe, and push out. The figure of a naked woman quickly lifted out of the tree made of the bark itself, pulling taught and smooth the farther from the tree she stretched, but never completely detatching from it. Not a forest nymph, no. Stronger, and much less playful. A Dryad- an earth elemental.
"Why do you not join your sister? The forest welcomes you. You humans and halflings seem so intent on trudging through my forest, so I allow it. You are welcome to my forest... forever. Let it saturate your being. Everything is natural here, whether it wants to be or not. You already know the animal you are, why fight your nature? Just let go~ become one with my forest, little beast."
Lence quickly turned and ran as fast as he could. This was the last place he should be! She was the source of the power. Which means if he followed the roots in the opposite direction he might be able to escape, if he finds the place farthest from her power source, her influence might be weak enough. He passed their camp on the way to her tree, and sure enough passed it going the other way to escape it. So that meant the area immediately around the camp was stationary, she wasn't completely jumbling the entire forest around to trap him, so some landmarks remained usable. Instead of following the river this time though he followed the direction the roots pointed out in, which meant he crossed the river, which was precarious with his terrible balance, but it was not too deep. He felt something strange as he crossed the halfway point though. Almost as if he was passing through something nearly intangible. Had he escaped her range of influence finally? The problem was, without the river to guide him he had no way of finding his way if he ever lost his direction. He wandered for a good distance, finally hearing a river up ahead. Was there another river? He internally groaned and his heart tightened a bit in fear, that he may be coming on the same river he was walking away from, and been looped back in a circle. He finally sat down on a large rock, needing a rest. Trying to force himself upright constantly was straining his back badly. Even sitting on the rock, his body kept wanting to roll forward onto his hands and... hooves. The pressure on his taint when he sat on the rock reminded him of his ever present erection. The influence of the dryad was weaker at first when he had clothing on, and only exposed his hands and face. As soon as he took his dick out earlier it had another access point and got worse from there. Now with zero clothing on and mostly beast, there was nothing to shelter the flow of her magic other than his tired and strained will power. He heard the soft footfalls around him of woodland creatures, and glanced around to see there was a few deer. He would have run if he seen a stag, afraid it was Hans again, but these were all doe, with a few fawns shadowing their mothers.
One doe gently licked his face, getting him to finally smile, patting her neck. She bowed her head and nudged his chin up, getting Lence to chuckle, temporarily forgetting his woes. Before he could notice, she quickly bent down and engulfed his standing cock into her mouth. He thrust up gently without even thinking from the sensation! His cock was very long now, and also pretty thin- her long mouth was easily able to engulf it and sucked away. Her tongue adeptly wiggled in waves along the underside of his dick, like a beckoning hand ushuring him deeper. She started to softly pull back, threatening to stop her pleasuring causing him to instinctively thrust and squirm himself forward so he did not escape her mouth. As soon as he started to slip she made a tiny jump backward, as Lence caused himself to fall forward off the slope of the rock and onto all fours. He needed more! He was so horny, she can't stop there! Without thinking he dashed forward and practically jumped onto her backside. She gave a high pitch sound of approval as he thrust into her! His body started to grow a tiny bit more, and his hands now just hanging limp on either side of her continued to devolve into hooves. The muscles in his neck started to tense and pulse as the pleasurable waves from his groin got stronger. Oh no... he could not stop now. His antlers gave off dull cracks as they started to grow larger and larger and his thoughts became duller as the tongs became sharper. He glanced further ahead and seen one of the fawns drinking from the river, and then his eyes went wide as he looked across the river and seen himself masturbating!
That was how the Dryad kept them looping in the forest! She distorted time! The forest ENDED at the river, the other side of the river was not another part of the forest, it was a vision of another time period reflected of the same part of the forest. The other side of the river he had been looking at before was the future! Lence was on both sides of the river at the same time now, looking at himself without the past self even realising! He was masturbating on one side, giving in to animal instincts and dooming himself to a fate in this forest forever. On the other side he was fucking a deer, giving up the last grains of his humanity, unable to alert his past self, watching himself seal his fate! Both versions of himself watched the other, unwillingly turned on by it, both fucking their humanity away. A little less human with each thrust. His face and neck finally stretching out as far as they could go. His antlers now huge, and making it impossible to hold onto any complex thoughts. He gave a great bellow from his now deep animal voice as he watched his past self cum at the same time. He hopped down from the doe who doomed him and dimly glanced around. No human mind left either, he tried to remember what he was doing before this but could not. He looked behind himself at the old remains of a human camp, and a large grey rabbit eating the grass around the site. That grass looked tastey, maybe he would join her. | yiff-extreme |
Title: How It All Started For Me
Tags: cousin, fetish, incest, taboo
*As you can probably guess by the title, this is not only my first experience, but also my first attempt at writing. I hope you enjoy.*
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I grew up in London, although a child of the 60's, it was the 70's when I started understanding what makes people tick. Especially sexually. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I blossomed and somehow became some sort of sex guru or anything like that, because, believe me, I didn't! What I mean is that as I grew up and developed I started to understand what I was thinking about and wanting, sometimes continuously! A deep seated yearning I suppose. I hope I'm not waxing lyrical too much because that is not my intention, but I liked girls. Oh boy did I! Of course I spoke to my friends and found out what they were thinking, and occasionally, doing. But I was shy. I could be the centre of attention within my circle of friends a feel very comfortable, but if a pretty girl asked me the time at the bus stop I would blush profusely and forget how to speak the English language, that was a problem as I only knew one language.
So there I was ready as I ever would be for a fulfilling relationship with a girl and unable to overcome the fear of rejection. Or maybe it wasn't that, maybe it was just not knowing how to put into words what I wanted to ask. It wasn't that I'd never had a girlfriend, I had, several in fact, but when you're younger, especially at school although as a guy I was always thinking about sex I never had the nerve to try and find out about it with the girls I saw. They were all "nice girls" and didn't seem to go in for that sort of thing.
I had one release, a friend of mine could get hardcore porn magazines, I don't know where from, but all I cared was that he got them. Remember the era I'm talking about here, Playboy and Fiesta were easily available, but to actually see the sex act performed was very tough to find, especially as an inexperienced youngster. If only we had the internet! Another friend, whose parents seemed to be leftover hippies, free love and all, found their stash of porno VHS, so when they were at work the three of us would go round and masturbate furiously every week on our days off from work. It ended when his little Scotty dog licked the balls of our other friend, who in either shock or pleasure, I'm not sure which, shot his arms out and broke a very expensive vase that was on the table next to him.
So there I was so ready for sex, slowly building muscles in one arm and not the other, but unable to find the courage to get a girl to do it with. Then one day I had a bit of overdue luck.
My aunt and her daughter came over to visit one dull and dreary Saturday afternoon. My aunt lived close and I saw her frequently, she was the youngest of seven siblings, the sister of my dad who was one of the middle kids. But Sharon, my cousin, I hadn't seen for a few years as she lived with her farther about 150 miles away. We had some lunch together and everyone was chatting away when Sharon leaned over to me a said how boring it was and would I like to go to my room and we could talk and have a laugh rather than listen to the dreary conversation in the living room.
"Sure, why not?"
We got up and wandered out and to my room. Sharon threw herself on the bed and lounged as if she owned the place. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked her over. I hadn't really had time to take her in properly with everyone around. She was a couple of years older than me, quite tall, taller than me, she had long wavy dark hair, a pretty face without being stunningly beautiful. She had a nice body, slim but with enough curves to let you know she was a woman. She was dressed in a summer dress, quite light and just about to her knees and she had little white ankle socks on.
I couldn't help look her over appreciatively. We had once seen a lot of each other and been quite close, but as I've said it had been a few years since we had seen each other.
"Do you remember what a little pervert you used to be?" She said all of a sudden.
"Sorry!?" I stammered.
"You remember... what you liked to do when I used to come over?"
I suddenly remembered. I hadn't thought about this in a while and I could feel my cheeks burning. I had gotten a bit of a fetish when I was quite young. I loved to watch women pee.
I remember, as if it was yesterday, how I got this fetish. It was a week after my eighteenth birthday, I was out with my grandfather and my two other cousins, both girls. We had gone to his office one Sunday morning for him to have a quick meeting with his boss. It was a nice day so the three of us teenagers said we'd go for the walk with him. The two oldies decided to have their meeting out the back of the office in the yard to make the most of the sunshine. The three of us just chatted and fooled around taking the micky out of the others and telling jokes. All of a sudden I was aware that Jenny, the younger of my two cousins, about 18 months older than me, was looking uncomfortable. She wandered over to our grandfather and asked if she could use the toilet.
"Just one-minute sweetheart, we're nearly finished." He replied.
She smiled and came back to us. We carried on with our antics. But I started to keep a close eye on Jenny. Jane, the older cousin seemed oblivious to her sister's plight. Several times Jenny went back and asked to use the toilet, and several times she got the same answer. I suppose the two men were just caught up in, what I'm sure to them, was important business.
All of a sudden there was a noise that I couldn't make out, a sort of hissing noise. Jenny had frozen still and coming from the base of her dress was a stream of pee under a lot of pressure. I couldn't take my eyes from the sight. The pee was hitting the concrete ground and splashing in all directions. The look on Jenny's face made me feel so sorry for her, yet I was turned on. I could feel my cock hardening in my jeans. Jenny couldn't stop and must have peed well over a minute. Her sister, being a caring sort, burst out laughing and almost fell off the bench she was on. Slowly the stream died down until there was just a few drips emanating from under Jenny's dress. I was standing with my mouth agape and a hard on in my jeans, I thought it would be prudent to go and sit down and not be obvious. I chose a different seat than the one Jane had perched herself on so that she wouldn't see the bulge I was sporting. As it happened I had sat down right outside the outdoor toilet. Honestly I never knew it was there!
My grandfather, more shocked than the rest of us, took Jenny and led her to the toilet door, opened it for her and ushered her in, then turned away. Jenny went inside, neither of them shut the door. I think both were mortified, Jenny with embarrassment and my grandfather with a sense of guilt. I had a perfect view. Jenny lifted her dress up and scrunched it under her arm to keep it out of the way. Then she slowly pulled down her soaking panties. I couldn't believe that no one was telling me to come away, so I was making the most of it. I don't think there was any toilet paper, because Jenny started wiping her pussy with her soaking panties. I wasn't very close, but close enough to be able to see her dark blond pubic hairs all soaking and matted against her body. She used the panties several times trying to dry herself, then she pushed them slightly inside her lips to dry there. I thought I would be the next one having an accident. My cock was throbbing, I didn't know if I could control myself, I was very worried about cumming in my pants. At that point Jenny looked up and saw me watching her. She stopped what she was doing and just looked at me. I didn't know what to do, I was well and truly busted. I was waiting for her to scream at me but she didn't she just started to wipe herself again.
She finished and dropped her dress down, I got up very carefully and walked away. It was a very quiet walk home. From that day on I loved to see a woman pee. Either to watch her wet her panties or for it to fall from under a skirt or dress, or to see it coming out from between her pussy lips. I still do.
I came out of my reverie and realised that Sharon was staring at me. I looked at her and gave a week smile.
She held her hand out to me, I tentatively grasped it and she got up off the bed.
"I need to pee. Want to come?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Yes" I managed to croak out. My mouth had become very dry all of a sudden.
Quietly we tip-toed to the toilet. It was a small, toilet only room. No bath or shower. Once inside I looked at Sharon and she looked at me. I didn't know what to do, I was trembling, partially with excitement, but also with terror. What would happen if our parents caught us, there'd be no explaining this away, there was only one reason to be in this room and I couldn't think of any reason for the two of us to be there, apart from what we were actually doing there.
"You used to be much less nervous when we were younger." Sharon said.
"I probably didn't understand what might happen if we were caught," I replied, "not that it'll stop me!"
With that Sharon very slowly hiked up her dress just enough to let me see the bottom of her panties. They were a light blue, and this may be an effect of time, or my wishful thinking, but I'm sure I could see a small wet patch covering her pussy. I could feel myself becoming hard now, however nervous I was, about getting caught and being in this situation with my sexy cousin, I couldn't stop the natural reaction.
Sharon was looking at me, smiling. She very slowly and gently wiped her finger up her panties and through the wet patch. This was wonderful. She pulled her dress a little higher and slowly pulled down her panties. I was mesmerised. Remember this was before the era of women shaving their pubes, but Sharon had obviously groomed. Her pubes were very dark and nicely shaped into a vee. I could see her pussy lips and again I might be mistaken but I'm sure there was moisture there.
She sat on the toilet with her legs spread.
"Bend down so you can see better." She said. I did. "Come closer, come on closer."
I shuffled forward. I was now almost leaning on her knees. I could smell her pussy. I'd never smelt one before. I loved it. I was watching intently I didn't want to miss anything. I could see her lips slightly moving and then a slow stream of pee appeared. The stream got stronger and as it hit the water in the bowl with that all too familiar 'tinkling' sound. Something else that was all too familiar started too, I was struggling to keep myself from cumming. Although I had seen this before it was so much sexier now. The sight, the smell, the noise all had me transfixed, I kept staring intently at Sharon's pussy watching the strong golden stream of her pee come out from her lips just inches from my nose. Slowly the stream died down and stopped, just a few drips dripping into the bowl. I looked up at Sharon, "thank you soo much."
I was blushing terribly again, but I could honestly say it had been the best experience of my life. She looked at me and said, "Ok, soon as I've given you a show, you can do the honours."
I wasn't sure what she meant. Did she want me to pee for her? I mean I would have, but in my current state it would either have been impossible or if I managed it I would have soaked the ceiling! Then I saw in her hand was a neatly folded piece of toilet paper. Did she want me to wipe her pussy? Ever since that day with my other cousins and the start of my fetish, the act of a woman wiping her pussy turned me on almost as much as watching her pee. I took the paper.
"Start at the back and move forward. A couple of wipes should do." Sharon was looking at me intently.
I eased my hand under her, a drip fell from her lips and hit my wrist, I was so close to losing control. I really didn't want to cum in my pants now. Please lord don't let me screw things up! I had positioned my hand towards the rear of her pussy and raise it until the toilet paper was gently touching her pussy. I wiped towards me. Once, twice, I couldn't resist a third one.
"Mmm! You have a nice touch. Firm but gentle." I was unbelievably happy when she said that. I don't know why, I just felt that I could do something for a woman, and do it right. Silly, but I remember that feeling perfectly.
Sharon stood up, I was still crouching at her feet, she put her hand on my head as if to pat me like a dog. I didn't care, I would have done anything for her at that moment. She dropped her dress and kicked off her panties that were around her ankles, bent down and picked them up and straightened herself. From my position I got great upskirt view of her beautiful pussy, another of my likes.
"We better go back to your room; we've pushed our luck enough don't you think?"
"Yes if you think so." I was a bit disappointed that it had to end, but I knew she was right.
Carefully I opened the toilet door and peeked out. There was no one about, I looked back at Sharon and said "all clear", she smiled at me turned and flushed the toilet and followed me out into the hallway. She took my hand and led me back into my room.
"I don't know what to say!" I was stammering again, "that was just the best."
"It wasn't all for you, you know. I got a kick out of it too." Sharon smiled again as she stretched out once more on my bed. She patted the bed beside her and I sat there.
"So you've had a nice afternoon have you?" She said with a smile on her face.
"You bet, I know it's my thing but I hope you enjoyed it too." I was a little worried that it had been all for me.
"I told you I did didn't I?"
"Well yes but I thought maybe you were just being nice." I was looking down at my bulge in my jeans. Partially worried that Sharon would see it, and partially hoping she would see it.
Sharon looked straight at my crotch and smiled again, "no seriously, I did enjoy it, and I see you REALLY enjoyed it!"
I blushed even more. My god my face was burning. She took my face in her hands and turned me towards her. She was still smiling, then she leant forward and gave me a gentle but sexy kiss on my mouth.
"Thank you." It was all I could think to say.
"Will you do something for me?" Asked Sharon, still with a smile on her face.
"Anything, anything."
Sharon took my hand in her hand, pushed me a few inches down the bed, then gently she took my hand and put it up her dress. Higher she took it, the hem of her dress started to rise as it got caught on my wrist. Suddenly I felt something wet with hair. I couldn't believe it; I was touching her pussy. Until today I'd never been closer than 20 feet from one, then suddenly I'd been a few inches from one watching it pee and now I was touching one. I don't remember the accident, but I must have died and gone to heaven!
Sharon released my hand for a second then grabbed my forefinger and middle finger. She proceeded to wipe them between her pussy lips. I could feel the moisture fixing itself to my finger. I carried on rubbing up and down the length of her pussy. It took me a minute to realise that she wasn't holding my hand any more. I carried on. I could hear some quiet whimpers coming from her, I looked over and she had her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
"Put a finger inside." She said.
I needed no second request. I slid my middle finger inside her, as I did my thumb naturally came up to her clitoris, as I touched it she shuddered.
"Mmm yes. Don't stop."
I was so thankful to the porn movies and stories I had read, at least I had an idea about what I was doing, although no practical experience. On the job training I suppose.
"Yes that's it just like that. Ooh yes that is soo nice."
Suddenly Sharon took my head and brought it down to her chest. I hadn't noticed but she had undone a couple of buttons and unclasped what must have been a front clip bra. Her breasts were fantastic. Ok I was a young man... all breasts are fantastic, but these really were. They were firm, a large B or small C, very pert with dark red nipples standing to attention. I hesitated, I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do and I didn't want to go too far and mess up what was the best day of my young life. I didn't have to worry, perhaps sensing my quandary Sharon said,
"suck them. Run your tongue over them. Nibble them."
Yes boss! I leant forward and sucked the right nipple into my mouth, I ran my tongue over it and around it whilst still trying to maintain suction. All the while my finger inside her pussy and my thumb was still rolling around and over her clitoris.
"If you carry on like this I'm going to cum." She said. If I carry on like this I'M going to cum, I thought.
She gently pushed my head away from her nipple and pulled my hand away from her pussy. The look of disappointment must have been obvious for she just smiled and winked. She leant forward and kissed me on the lips again and said, "do you want to taste?" looking pointedly at my fingers. I brought them to my lips and tasted the salty taste of her pussy without hesitation. I was a different person. I could feel Sharon's hands working at my belt, she got it open without much trouble, then she unzipped my flies. I looked at her with disbelief. Feeling her pussy and sucking her nipples I had thought was unbelievable, I still didn't believe that it had happened. But now this, surely I wasn't going to be this lucky?
"Bum up!" She said. I raised my backside and she pulled my jeans and pants down to my ankles. My cock shot up having been released from its tether. She looked at it, I suddenly worried that maybe it was too small. She smiled at me and said "yummy."
"Have you done it before?" Sharon asked me.
"Er no. No I haven't." I hoped this wouldn't make her not want to do anything.
"Ok. I'll be gentle." She smiled at me and ran her fingers up the back of my cock. I almost lost control there and then.
"I'm so sorry, but I think I'm going to cum very quickly. I'm so turned on." I was shaking.
"Don't worry. I almost came with just your fingers and mouth on me. Anyway if you do we'll just have a break and do it again. If you want to that is." She winked at me.
She lay fully down on the bed with her head just on the bottom of the pillow. Her hand was stroking the back of my head.
"Come over here." She said.
I crawled over a bit unglamorously as my jeans and pants were still around my ankles. She spread her legs and I could see that wonderful pussy. It was much wetter than earlier. I shuffled between her legs and she gently positioned me correctly.
"Try not to rush if you can. But don't worry." She said as she put her arms around me and slowly pulled me closer. My cock brushed her pussy and I groaned. I would be lucky to last five seconds. Sharon kissed my ear and took my cock in her hand and positioned it at the entrance of her pussy.
As gently as I could I pushed forwards. This is the moment I'd been waiting for since puberty. My cock was engulfed in a velvet sheath that was made for it. Or so I would have thought if I had any power of thought left. Sharon carried on pulling me to her until I was fully in her. I could feel my balls resting against her. She was wet there too. It felt out of this world.
"You feel wonderful." She said to me.
"You feel amazing. Just amazing." I replied.
"Now gently ease almost all the way out, then back in. But not too fast." Sharon said as she leant up and kissed me on the lips again.
I slowly pulled out of her until just the end of me was left at her entrance then pushed in again.
"Mmm." She groaned.
I tried to start a rhythm. Pulling back and pushing forward. I could feel her getting wetter, her juice squished against me. It was fantastic. I was harder than I'd ever been. I leant down and kissed her on the lips again, this time she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I was starting to feel the pressure build, but I didn't want this feeling to stop. I didn't want it to be over so quickly. I tried to think of something else. I know Mrs. Thatcher. No I couldn't do that, I'd rather cum too quickly.
Sharon must have sensed that I was getting close, she said "don't worry, I'm really close too. Just cum when you need to, I'll be there with you."
I was struggling for control, I could feel my orgasm start with a tingle at the base of my spine, the exquisite feeling you get where your balls join your body. I was thrusting faster now and harder. I don't know if it was something I'd read or heard or maybe it was something natural, but I was grinding my pelvis into Sharon's as I thrust inward. She started to moan.
"Yes. Ooh yes."
I was in ecstasy; the feelings I was getting from every sense in my body was overwhelming. The feel of my cock inside Sharon's pussy was the best feeling I'd ever had, the feeling of my building orgasm, it was going to be special, I knew that without doubt, the smell of Sharon's perfume as I leant in to kiss her again, the feeling of crushing down onto her tits and of the stiff nipples poking my chest.
I couldn't hold back any longer, I'd done the best I could. With a grunt and a groan, I started to cum. I could feel the sperm make its way up my shaft, a wonderful feeling that you never have enough of. I gave one last thrust and ground myself against Sharon, I felt the first explosive ejaculation, I slightly pulled back and pushed all the way in again as the second ejaculation came, then the third. I could feel the ropes of cum leaving me and flowing hard and fast into Sharon's pussy, at that moment her orgasm hit her, she bit down on my shoulder so as not to make too much noise, it hurt, but I didn't care, I felt her pussy flexing around my shaft and pulled out once again to drive myself deep into her and against her feeling further cum leaving me as her juices mingled with mine. I'd never felt anything like it and I was hooked. I couldn't imagine not doing that again. If I had my way - very soon. I carried on moving slightly in and out of her as her orgasm subsided.
We were both panting and sticky with perspiration. I lay down on top of Sharon and shared a long lingering kiss.
"I thought what we did earlier was fantastic. I'm speechless now, I don't know what to say." I was ranting almost, so excited and happy was I.
"It was good wasn't it. You know you have nothing to worry about, I REALLY enjoyed that." She leaned up to kiss me again. She continued, "but you know you can't tell anyone. My mum and your parents would hit the roof. So if you want it again, sexy; keep quiet!"
"Anything you say. Yes, yes, yes I want it again." I sighed with utter satisfaction.
"I think we need to get a quick wash, and open the window. You might not be able to smell it but I guarantee it smells of sex in here." Ever the practical Sharon took charge. After all I had absolutely no experience. Although I now had 100% more experience than I had earlier this afternoon. | literotica |
Title: Freakish Friday
Tags: school jill, mother jill, roy smiled, kissing black, smiled jill, black student, ass roy, incest mother, pussy tricia, boy pulled
*The premise of this story is from the movie Freaky Friday, which I only saw the trailer, but I am sure is nothing like this. I would be interested to get feedback if you consider this incest or not. This story falls into many categories, interracial, group sex. All characters referred to as being in high school are seniors and are 18 years old or older.*
It was the same argument they always had and Tricia always countered her mother by saying that she was 18 years old and legally an adult. Her mother, Jill, typically countered that she was then free to get a job, pay her own bills, buy her own clothes and find her own apartment.
“As soon as I graduate High School I am so out of here” Tricia would threaten, and then there would be silence.
Mr. Chin who owned the Chinese Restaurant near there home would witness this same argument many times. They always ate here when Jill’s husband Roy was out of town.
“Look Tricia, I don’t want to start this again. I just don’t think it’s appropriate for a young lady like yourself to stay out all night Friday”.
Jill was brought up in a very strict household. Considered old fashioned by her friends and prudish by those not so friendly, she was a virgin when she married Roy and very vocal about what is moral.
“Mom, it’s the last days of finals….all the kids are going out tomorrow night to just blow off some steam. You always think something nasty is going on”
Tricia was as opposite of her mother as a person can be except in the looks department. Both women were extremely attractive and young looking; most people assumed they were sisters. Tricia was also very active and experimental sexually. This was something she knew her mother would be shocked to learn. Tomorrow night most of her friends were going to throw a wild party that would most certainly turn into an orgy.
“Tricia, you’re a very sweet girl and you know I trust you, however I know how some kids can get kind of wild and people do drugs and before you know it you smelling the smoke and then you get…..”
“Mom….my friends are not like that. What kind of people do you think I would hang out with?”
“Tricia I don’t mean to say your friends are like that but it happens on the news all the time. Once I heard…”
“Mom, look…I have my math final tomorrow morning and I need to go home and study. You are the math genius in the family, but am close to failing math”.
Mr. Chin decided he could help this family. If only they could see each other’s point of view. He came back to the table and both Tricia and Jill greeted him with smiles.
“ Mrs. Bosworth I have a Holiday gift for you and your daughter”.
Mr. Chin then produced a small box sitting in the palm of his hand wrapped in red paper with gold Chinese characters.
“This is special Chinese tea, it was made to help couples understand each other by letting them see each other’s view point. Both of you take a cup before you go to sleep tonight. Mrs. Bosworth since your husband is away it will make you sleep easy and Miss. Tricia, when you wake up your mind will be with clarity and you will do very well on your math test.”
Both women graciously took the package of tea and thanked Mr. Chin. Later that night before they went to sleep they shared a cup of tea and said their goodnights. Jill dreamed that she and Roy were on a moonlit beach, while Tricia’s dreams were of a threesome with Justin Timberlake and Kobe Bryant.
The alarm clock rang at 6:00 AM and within minutes there were simultaneous screams from each of the bedrooms. Jill and Tricia ran from their rooms and met in the hallway between them. They stared into their own faces and screamed again. After 15 minutes of questions the reality had set in, they determined it must have been the tea that somehow caused them to switch bodies.
Tricia suggested that they have another cup of tea, figuring that it would change them back. Jill then worried that another cup might prolong the effect. She was sure Mr. Chin was just trying to help them. She remembered how Mr. Chin said it would let them see each other’s point of view.
“Mom you are naïve. Mr. Chin is nice cause we frequent his restaurant and pay him. He could be an illegal immigrant, a terrorist or some Red Chinese spy. We have no idea what his intentions could be or how long we can be stuck in each other’s bodies”
Once they calmed down they decided to wait until the restaurant opened and confront Mr. Chin. Jill determined the restaurant opened at 11:00 for lunch and they would sit at home and wait until then.
“Mom, I can’t….I mean you can’t. I have a math final today. If I don’t show up I fail, but you can take the test for me! It’s perfect, you will pass with a hundred”.
Jill was flabbergasted. Go to High School and pretend to be her daughter, take her test then come home. This was not only cheating it was surreal. Tricia pressed and told her mom how her life would be ruined, not being able to go to college and worse of all being left back with all the Juniors she had made fun of for the past year. She was the Senior Prom Queen; she couldn’t possibly be left back behind. It was her tears that won her mother over and she relented. It took a long time for her to find clothes that Jill would wear and that Tricia would want to be seen in school with.
And Jill was off to school.
Jill was wearing a loose fitting blouse, and plaid skirt. Tricia had given her instructions; she was not to talk with anyone “pretend to have laryngitis”. She was to attend only the Math class at 10:00AM and be back home by noon where they would both go to see Mr. Chin.
Jill smiled, as all the kids seemed very friendly to her. She decided it would be an opportunity to really get to know her child and her friends. She saw Heather and Janice up ahead, Tricia’s best friends.
“Trish your going out with us tonight right? It’s going to be the shit,” laughed Heather.
“Well I don’t know, my dad is coming home tonight and my mom wants me to stay and…”
“The bitch” spit Janice “no way, your not going to let that prude run your life are you?”
Jill was flustered; Janice was always so respectful and nice when she came by the house. Did she really feel that way about her? Heather spoke up.
“No way Jan….Trish has her mother wrapped around her finger, right? I mean the party wouldn’t be the same without Trish, tell her…”
“Err…yeah…you know…I’ll be there” murmured Jill, and then wished she had remembered she was suppose to have laryngitis “…its not like there’s going to be…”
Just then a pair of hand grabbed her tits from behind and whispered into her ear “guess who?”
The two girls giggled while Jill was shocked. The only man whoever grabbed her breasts before was her husband Roy, and even that was done only in bed. She spun around and stared into the eyes of a handsome young man with blue eyes, blonde hair and a wicked smile that simply mesmerized her.
“Hey baby..What?” He wondered why she was looking at him in a strange way, he then bent down and kissed her passionately on the lips. Jill’s knees slightly buckled.
“Hey get a room you two….or wait for tonight” Heather giggled.
The boy pulled away, smiled and winked at Jill and took off down the hall. Janice walked in front of Jill and grabbed her shoulders. “You never kissed me that way. See ya later”. She then left and Heather and Jill started toward class. Jill was speechless as Heather talked on about this video she saw last night. Jill was confused; she felt attraction to that boy, who she didn’t even know his name. Then there was the remark Janice made. Was that a joke or did she mean that her daughter had kissed a woman before. Jill then decided she would find out more about her daughter’s life and not run home after the math final. In the back of her mind she also wanted to find out more about that boy who kissed her. Kissed her like no one had done before.
At home, Tricia marveled at her mother’s body. At 38 it wasn’t bad. Although they were about the same height (her mother was an inch taller), her mother had larger tits and fuller hips. The one thing she didn’t like was her mom’s pussy; it looked like it was hardly ever trimmed. She decided to shave and trim the hairs like hers. Afterward she found her mother’s purse, she could take out the car, and do some shopping with the full array of credit cards.
She then heard a truck pull up at the front driveway. It was the pool boy Larry. Larry was a 28-year-old hunk, but always treated Trisha as a little schoolgirl. She wondered how Larry would treat a woman. Tricia ran to her room and put on her sexiest bikini, with the added breast size, the bikini was sexier than anticipated, her boobs mostly hanging out. She then put on her sunglasses and strolled out to the lounge near the pool. She waved politely at Larry.
Larry stared at Mrs. Bosworth. This was the first time she sat out by the pool when he came to clean it. Larry enjoyed his reputation for having sex with most of the MILF’s in the neighborhood (Mothers I’d Like to Fuck) all except Jill Bosworth. The only contact they had was once she gave him a glass of water when it was 90 degrees. Now in December it was a warm 70 degrees here in San Diego, but most residents still don’t use the pool now. Larry saw an opportunity to try is technique on the “ice princess” as he termed her.
“Hey Mrs. B….nice suit….going to cool off a bit, cause you look hot”
Tricia smiled at Larry’s attempt at seduction. She stood up and walked in front of him and twirled “oh you like it?”.
“Err…jeez maybe I should take a dip and cool off” he nervously laughed.
Tricia looked down and saw his huge erection and made it obvious to Larry that she noticed. She put her hand lightly on his chest and said “maybe you should”. She then pushed him into the pool. She laughed then he laughed he tried to pull himself out from the side of the pool and she bent to give him a hand when he pulled her in too. Her breasts easily popped out of her top. Larry closed within inches of her. “Mrs. B…” She then pulled him to her wrapped her legs around him and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
Larry squeezed her tits then pulled the strings on the sides of her bottom and pulled it away. Tricia unzipped him and rubbed his penis through his shorts. She pulled away and backstroked to the shallow end of the pool by the stairs. Larry tossed his shorts and t-shirt out of the pool and naked swam toward her. Tricia thought that this was going to be the first real man she ever had. All her previous sex partners were high school students.
As Larry approached the shallow end he stood, his cock sticking out from the water. Tricia took her tongue and circled the tip then swallowed it whole. Larry watched Mrs. Bosworth rapidly sucking his cock. He was certain that she was not only the most beautiful woman on the neighborhood, he was certain that he would never have her. So much so it haunted his dreams, but now this was a fantasy come true. He grabbed her head to hold it still and he thrust his hip forward, fucking his cock in and out of her mouth.
Larry pulled away before he came, he wanted to taste this woman. He laid her back on the top stair covered over by an inch of pool water. He then lifted her ass up and crouched down to eat her pussy. Tricia was in the throes of ecstasy, the only one who could eat pussy like this was Janice, and most of the boys were just interested in blowjobs or fucking. After her second orgasm, Larry stood and placed the tip of his dick at her pussy lips.
“oh yeah baby….fuck me” she cried.
Larry shoved his dick into her pussy and leaned over her kissing her lips and neck while thrusting the full length of his cock into her pussy. This was the tightest pussy he had in months. He supposed he would no longer be able to call her the Ice Princess. Tricia spread her legs over his shoulder as he pounded her pussy. Her orgasm made her shutter and she felt him cum inside her. They rested for a while and then he rolled off her and picked up the pool net to finish the cleaning. Tricia gathered herself together, blew him a kiss and walked back into the house. She hugged herself, feeling warm all over. She wondered how long it has been since her mother had sex like that. She was sure her father and mother didn’t have sex that often. She then smiled that she herself hasn’t had sex like that in while either. She knew she was now done with boys, from now on it would only be men…..or women.
The math final was a breeze for Jill. The only mistake she really made was putting her name on the paper instead of her daughter’s but she corrected that before handing it in. Heather walked with her as they left class and they met up with Janice at her locker.
“Hey Trish” Janice smiled. “The crowd is cutting the last class today and were going over to Pete’s for lunch, coming?”
Jill thought Pete’s was probably a local hang out where she could get to know her daughters friends. It turns out though that it was Peter Lichtor’s house and when they arrived there were about 30 kids already there and a stack of pizzas. Heather handed Jill a cup of Hawaiian punch, it did taste as sweet she noted, especially with all the grain alcohol in it. She finished the cup of punch and was about to have a slice of pizza when she was handed another cup. She noticed some of the kids had stripped down into bathing suits and were dancing in the living room and pool area.
Jill wondered what Pete’s parents would think of this going on. She looked around for Heather or Janice and stepped into the den where, although dark, she can see kids making out in various stages of undress. She turned away quickly and almost lost her balance, her head was spinning. She bumped into Heather.
“I feel funny. My head is spinning”
Jill had never been drunk before but knew that this must be how it felt. Heather knew Tricia loved her booze and needed more. Heather gave her a pill of ecstasy. Jill thinking it was aspirin swallowed it with the punch.
Jill moved around the house, feeling warm, she loosed up her blouse. She saw Janice talking with a black student and walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. In fact Janice was kissing the 18-year-old student and she turned smiled at Jill and clutched her, forcing her tongue into Jill’s mouth they kissed. At first Jill was taken aback. In her mind she was pushing Janice away, but her muscles wouldn’t move in that direction instead they wrapped around Janice and held her tighter. She felt a cool breeze hit her thighs and was vaguely aware that the black student had pulled down her skirt and panties.
Jill’s head was swimming she needed to be held, she realized she was lying on her back look up at Janice. Janice moved down her open blouse, kissing her nipples, belly button and then her pussy. Jill closed her eyes and felt a tongue entering her lips, she opened her eyes and saw she was kissing the black student who had his shirt removed.
Jill had never kissed anyone but her husband and now she was kissing a black man, no not a man, a boy of 18. She vaguely wondered if Tricia did this type of thing or was this herself Jill succumbing to this debauchery. She felt wonderful as Janice worked on her pussy. Roy had tried a few times to eat her, but she felt it was dirty and didn’t let him pursue it for very long.
The boy pulled away from her lips and his tongue was replaced with something else, something longer, thicker and harder. Jill had tried this a few times on Roy, but they both decided since she didn’t like it, it wasn’t pleasant for him either. The black cock slowly went in and out of her mouth as she sucked in. She heard the boy groan and knew she must be doing something right. She herself was groaning as Janice had made her cum. The boy pulled out of her mouth, Jill was disappointed for a moment when Janice came over to sit on her face. The smell of Jill’s pussy on her nose filled her with desire and she quickly darted her tongue in and out of her pussy. She found her clit and flicked it with her tongue sucking it like she sucked the black cock, the same cock that was now entering her pussy.
For a moment she wondered if this black boy was going to take her daughters virginity, but she experienced no pain and realized that Trish was not a virgin. This thought did not bother her, instead she now felt envious that her daughter was having so much fun.
The black boy was fucking Tricia hard, they had fucked often and he always enjoyed her, but this time she was responding like it was there first time. He had never heard her moan and whimper like this. He pounded her cock in her harder and felt his cum explode deep inside her pussy.
Janice got off her mouth and kissed Jill. “thanks honey” she said to her. Jill smiled a welcome and saw her walk off with the black boy whose cock was still dripping with cum. She looked up and saw the blonde hair boy from earlier in the day. He was nude and helped her up. He then swooped her in his arms and took her to the den. She leaned into him and kissed him. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to fuck them all, and they would.
Tricia got home around 1PM from her shopping spree. She bought herself some new clothes and CD’s. She pricked teased the teenage boys in the stores and was tempted to go for a fuck with a strange man at the Video store, but she had to be careful of her mother’s reputation around town. She realized she already had one indiscretion and hoped her mother wouldn’t get pregnant by the pool guy, she assumed she was too old for such stuff.
Tricia was unpacking her new stuff in her room and was thinking about the party tonight. She wondered where her mother was. She probably went to see Mr. Chin without her. She heard a car in the driveway, it was a taxi, and her dad was home early.
Tricia ran to the door she was going to yell “dad” when he spoke up first “hi Jilly,…surprise”. Tricia stopped herself, she had to remember she was her mother. She had to figure out how to tell him what happened.
“Roy, this is a surprise, I thought you would be back later this evening”
“I took a earlier flight since the seminar wrapped up in the morning. Jill, you look great, playing dress up with Tricia?”
Roy never saw his wife dress in a mini skirt and halter-top. He took her in his arms. Tricia hugged him but Roy wanted more, he kissed her hard on the mouth. Tricia felt his strong hands and opened her mouth expecting his tongue, when it didn’t come she put out hers and explored her fathers mouth.
“This is my father, what am I doing” she thought. Roy responded and moved his hands to Jill’s ass. Tricia thought that what she was doing was wrong and slight broke away.
“Well, this was the best homecoming I ever had. I have to make sure I always arrange my flights to come back in the afternoon” he smirked.
“Roy would you like some lunch?”
Tricia walked away toward the kitchen. She was thinking how much she liked being held by him. She loved her father, but for the first time she looked at him not as an authoritative figure, but as a tall, handsome man.
“I am hungry honey….but not for food. What time does Tricia come home” He winked at her.
Tricia could see the tent forming in his pants. She licked her lips and smiled. Hell it’s not incest since she was using her mother’s body. This might be the only time she would be able to experience something as forbidden as this. The thought of making love to her father without the incestuous consequences turned her on. She took off her top and climbed the stairs to their bedroom looking over her shoulder at her with a “come hither” look.
Roy’s tongue could hit the floor. He was joking with his wife, thinking that she would never go for a “nooner” but he didn’t argue with her. He stumbled over his feet running after her up the stairs. When he reached the bedroom door way he saw his lovely wife sitting on the bed nude smiling at him. He approached her slowly taking off his tie and shirt. As he stood in front of her she unzipped him and pulled down his pants and shorts.
She stared at her fathers cock, “good” she thought, “nice and big, just the way I like them”. She looked up into his eyes as she slowly brought the cock to her lips and devoured it. Roy was amazed, not only didn’t Jill enjoy sucking cock, she would normally never even have sex with the lights on. Here she was sucking him off in the middle of the afternoon with the all the window drapes open.
Tricia wondered if her mom could give a good blowjob, she knew all the boys she sucked gave her five stars. Although this was not a boy, this was a grown man her own father. The thought of her actually sucking her father turned her on and she started fingering herself, bringing herself to an orgasm. Her father tried to pull her mouth away from her lips because he was about to cum, but she inhaled it more, holding his ass forcing his cock deep down her throat. He exploded into her mouth and she eagerly swallowed it all, she loved cum and wanted her fathers seed.
Roy hadn’t had sex for 2 weeks, and couldn’t hold out long. He thought Jill would be pissed that he came in her mouth, but instead she smiled and licked her lips and then proceeded to lick his dick dry. She climbed onto the middle of the bed and spread her legs. Roy didn’t know what got into her but he wasn’t about to mess this up. He always wanted her to act more sexually but several years ago relented that she was never going to be the sex kitten he desired. Instead he went on trips and on his laptop in hotel rooms he surfed porno sites to fulfill his fantasy.
Roy climbed between her legs and started licking her pussy as he played with the nipples on her huge breasts. Tricia moaned, her father was eating her pussy, well not hers per see but for now it was. She mumbled “oh daddy” but she caught herself and didn’t think he noticed.
Roy enjoyed hearing her moan, Jill was usually so quiet when they infrequently had sex. He thought she heard her say “daddy” but it was probably “dats it”. As he ate her, his own penis became erect again. The hardness strained against the mattress and he need to fuck her.
Tricia wanted his cock and pulled his head toward her. They kissed and tasted her on his lips. She looked down between them and saw his cock posed at her cunt. She grabbed it and fed it into her pussy.
“Oh yeah baby…fuck me….fuck me hard…Roy”
Roy felt his cock fill her pussy and started sliding it in and out listening to her yelling his name. He didn’t understand what turned her into this sex animal, was it something she saw on Oprah or what, but he wasn’t going to argue about it now. He’ll ask her after he gets through fucking her pussy.
Tricia wanted to yell out “fuck me daddy” but was content in shouting it in her mind. She kept thinking “my daddy is fucking me, oh my daddy can fuck”. She wanted it all. She put her hands against his chest and slowly pushed him off. Roy thought he was doing something wrong maybe fucking her too hard, when she turned over and bent over, her ass in the air. Roy smiled, he had fucked her doggy style once, years ago, and Jill thought is “animalistic” and dirty.
Roy pushed his cock into his wife’s pussy and grabbed her ass. He fucked her hard like he had fantasized about. She had a great ass and he slapped it she yipped “yes slap my ass daddy” Roy smiled, I guess I don’t know my wife as well as I thought, she likes getting her ass slapped as if it was her dad slapping her.
“Yeah Jill, you’re a bad girl, daddy’s going to slap you”
Tricia was worried about the slip but was relieved when her father went along with it. She decided she need a thrill too and grabbed his cock pulled it out of her pussy and stuck it in her ass. Needless to say Roy was dumbfounded. Anal sex? This was something he never brought up before only because he was afraid his wife would think he was a pervert and deny him sex forever. Now he was fucking her in the ass. Her sweet tight ass.
Roy was about to cum again. He thrust his cock deep inside her ass gripping her ass pulling her towards him. Tricia felt the warmth of his cum pour into her butt. She fell flat on her stomach and smiled, “her dad had fucked her mouth, pussy and ass”.
Roy lay next to her stoking her hair.
“Jill, that was the best sex we have ever had. Tell me what got you going like that.?”
“Honey, there are some things you just can’t explain. But I can tell you this, if you ever bring this session up again, I will pretend it never happened and it never will again.”
She then kissed him, squeezed his penis and went to take a shower. She thought that would be the end of that. Tricia looked at her watch, it was almost 3PM, and where was her mother and what she was she up to?
Jill was getting dressed.
She woke up in the den, most of the kids were gone the other half were still fucking. She lost track of how many boys and girls she had sex with, the one thing she knew was she loved it. How could she have missed so much fun in her life?
Jill got dressed and tried to put her hair and makeup back together. She would never admonish Tricia about going out on the weekends again. She was glad she was having so much fun. She would talk to her to make sure she was on the pill and took precautions, but she would let her be her. In fact, she was feeling a little envious, back in her own body she would never cheat on her husband, but maybe she can get him to loosen up a bit sexually. She decided she was going to surprise him when she got back to normal.
Jill arrived at her house. Tricia saw her mother approaching the front door and ran down the stairs to greet her. She wondered if any of her friends told her about her lifestyle, if she were in trouble or even had any friends left.
When Jill opened the door she saw her body running toward her with outstretched arms. She too was happy to see her. They ran into each other’s arms and like a lightning flash a shock ran through their bodies. Jill pulled away and stared into her daughter’s eyes. They both smiled and hugged again.
Roy was at the top of the stairs and called down.
“Hey you two act like you haven’t seen each other in days, I am the one that was gone”
They smiled at each other. Jill walked up to Roy and gave him a passionate kiss leaving him with a bewildered look.
"Tricia, have a good time tonight" smiled her mother.
Tricia watched them and felt something dripping down from her pussy onto her thigh. She watched her mother take Roy back upstairs and winked at her. Tricia knew everything would be all right and better than back to normal. | literotica |
Title: Bus-ride Blowjob by AlphaMax
Tags: Fox, Gay, Gay love, Oral, Otter
The loud buzzing of the alarm clock woke Theo at exactly 7:30 AM. Groaning, he slapped the damn thing off and rubbed his eyes. He hated waking up early, especially for school. But then he found some motivation. He'd be able to see Seth on the bus.
After coming out to him (and actually getting to fuck him) the previous night, Theo felt like maybe today would be a pretty good day. He got out of bed and dressed himself, grabbed his backpack, and went into the kitchen where he realized he was all alone. He knew his brother was at his friends house, but he hadn't expected his parents to spend the night at his aunt's. On the other hand, she did live kind of far away. Oh well. Cereal for breakfast it is.
He got dressed and went into the kitchen. By the time he had sat down and poured himself a bowl, his phone vibrated. When he checked it, he saw that Seth had texted him. The text read, "Morning sexy".
Theo smiled and responded. "Morning. I'm sleepy." While he waited for a response, he started eating his cereal. The house was too quiet, and he found he couldn't wait to get outside and wait on the bus. And once he got on the bus, he'd be able to sit with Seth.
His phone vibrated and he checked the message. "Sit with me on the bus?"
He texted "Hell yeah. Going out to the stop. See you there.", then got up and put his bowl in the sink and headed out the door.
It was a little chilly outside, but the bus was due any minute. He couldn't wait to see Seth. He felt so excited to be with him again. Not that he could actually do anything. Seth was the only person who knew he was gay. He was too shy about coming out to the rest of the world.
Within minutes, the bus pulled up and stopped to let Theo on. When he got on, he saw Seth sitting in the back. There were only three other furs on board, so the fox wasn't hard to miss. And the bus still had a million more stops to make, so they'd be able to spend a good amount of time together before they got to school.
Theo sat down with the fox, and Seth immediately grabbed the otter's paw and held it.
"Miss me?" said Theo.
Seth nuzzled him a little and said, "Yeah. I had a lot of fun last night."
Theo smiled. "Me too."
"You know," Seth said, "if you want to ever do it again, just say the word."
"So are we like a thing now?" Theo asked.
Seth nodded. "Yup." The fox reached for Theo's crotch and began to rub it.
Theo gasped and looked around. There still weren't that many people around. When Seth rubbed a little bit harder, Theo moaned. He couldn't help it. He knew there was a chance they could get caught, but he didn't care.
Seth lowered himself in the seat so that he could be hidden from the camera in the front. "You want me to suck you off?"
Theo looked down at the fox and saw that sexy look he was giving him. After another glance around, he said, "Yeah..."
Seth murred and unzipped Theo's pants and the otter's cock sprung out, standing straight up. "Wow...I make you very hard, don't I?"
"It's 'cause you're so hot." Theo pet the fox, making his tail wag.
Seth nuzzled Theo's long thick dick and started lapping at it hungrily, making the otter moan even more. He loved the taste of Theo's cock.
Theo began thrusting his hips against Seth's tongue and heard the fox moan submissively, which made the otter's dick flex. Ever since the previous night, he couldn't help but get horny so easily by the fox. Seth was so hot, and good with his mouth. He had the cutest moan, and the prettiest light green eyes.
Theo grabbed the edge of the seat when he felt the fox's paw grab his dick and wrap his lips around it, and moaned at the sucking sensation.
Seth sucked hard on Theo's length as he bobbed his head up and down like a good little fox, his lips just barely kissing the base of the shaft. It seemed even bigger than it had the previous night, but Seth didn't care. He wanted to taste the hot otter cum.
But before that, he wanted to have as much fun with Theo as he could. He pulled off the otter's length and began licking his balls.
"Ooohh yeah..." Theo moaned as he felt Seth's sweet foxy tongue playing with his sac. It felt so good, too. It was almost like a massage. He flexed his cock every time he felt the tongue brush across his balls until he had a stream of pre dripping down it.
Seth saw the pre and began licking the otter's dick again. He tasted the salty cum and wanted more. When there was no pre left, he began sucking hard on that big thick otter cock, resuming his up and down motions. He grabbed Theo's hips to make it easier for him to deepthroat the otter.
Moaning, Theo grabbed the fox's head and kept thrusting his hips, muzzle-fucking him. He could feel his balls tighten up as he was nearing his climax, and when he felt Seth's paw grab his furry sac, Theo gritted his teeth and stifled a groan as he fired his hot sticky load across Seth's tongue and down his throat.
Though Theo had came already, Seth kept sucking. He wanted to swallow every last drop.
Theo leaned back in his seat while the fox finished playing with him, and when Seth came back up, the otter zipped up his pants, breathing heavily. "Damn you give good head."
Seth smiled. "That's good to hear. You're the only practice I've ever had."
Theo took Seth's paw in his own and said, "You don't need practice."
Seth leaned against the otter and the two of them relaxed the rest of the way to school. | FSE |
Title: Free At Last Ch. 02
Tags: daughter seduces mother, incest lesbian sex, first strap-on, female ejaculation, first anal, breaking taboos, partially true story, daughter/mother, mother/daughter
\-Part 2- The Difference
Take my time getting my new girl to the bed, stopping every couple of feet to kiss her, always running my finger in and out of her. Lay her down, kiss and suck on her stocking covered feet and toes, then I get plenty of pictures. I eat her pussy until she has another decent orgasm, then unhook her front garters before having her roll over on her stomach. After a few snapshots I unhook the back garters.
Pull her cheeks apart and lick Janice's rosebud, getting her to croon. Slip two, then three fingers in her pussy while working on her butt, getting my tongue as deep as I can in her bottom. Clutching the bedspread she starts bucking, trying to thrust my tongue deeper into her. Shaking she cries out, "I'm cumming again! Oh my fucking god!"
While she is coming down I massage her cheeks, running my hands down her thighs to where the stockings start, with her pussy making delicious sloppy sounds. I rub her shoulders. "Alright horny girl, lets roll you over, finish getting you undressed, then I'll eat your pussy to a nice climax, before giving you some dick."
"Another? Oh god, I don't know if I can survive. Honey, I'm not used to this."
Laughing I let her lay on her back, then massage her titties. "What are you talking about? You did great, and I promised you three."
"And I've had ten, which broke my old nightly total by nine." Janice closes her eyes and shakes her head. "No one has ever done anything to my bottom, or ate me like that either."
"You've only had two orgasms," I giggle, "those others were too wimpy and don't count. Now I know about your virgin bottom, I'm taking that after making love to you and fucking you." I kiss her. "We can stop if you want, horny girl."
"No! Heavens no, don't stop baby girl. I'll risk permanent injury it I have to, but don't stop."
Snickering I slowly roll her stockings down, kissing and massaging her legs as they're exposed, but going back up and working on her pussy enough to get her panting before this task is through. Once both stockings and her garter belt is off I concentrate on her pussy and clit, getting another loud screaming orgasm out of her.
Throughout the night I've been peeling my clothes off and only have my pants to go. I stand beside the bed and get three more pictures, then Janice watches with eager anticipation as I pull off my pants. My eight-incher springs out and she gasps, "Oh my, it's long and thick. I'm not sure I can handle you." I get a shot of her wide-eyed wonderment, knowing this is going to be a favorite.
Pick up my dick from the back and it's only an inch and three quarters wide, and I give it a good shake. "Just the angle you're at, sweetheart, you'll do fine." I crawl up on the bed, kiss her and run my hands across her body in light passes, alternating with heavier ones, ones just using my fingertips, some my mouth or tip of my tongue, and she is squirming all over. Get between her legs and run the cockhead up and down her sopping wet slit. "You ready, baby?"
"Yes, I want my fucking."
I lean down, kiss her, then nibble on her earlobe. "We're still making love, you cute sexy thing. You're so hot I might just keep doing it all night long."
She groans, and I slip my dick three inches in her getting a loud, "Christ, that's good." I pull out a couple inches, then go forward five. "Argh, so damn good." Pull out three inches, then give her all of my dick. "Of fuck, that's the fucking best."
I like mom's raunchy language, because she hardly swore any more. She used to a lot, when she was a teenager, even taught me all the dirty words and their meaning. But, we always blamed grandpa Jim when I got caught using them.
Give her a couple thrusts to make sure she can take it all, then I start my strokes, nice easy four inch ones, getting her to purr and clutch my back. I kiss her, then take a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, now giving her random strokes at different speeds and her legs start shaking. "Oh fuck, I'm going to do it again. Ah-h, Jesus, it's unbelievable. Argh-h! Yes! Yes! Damn good!"
Jack rabbit her a bit and she squeals, biting my shoulder and clawing at my back. It's so hot I climax, getting me to hump faster, setting her off even more. When she let go I raise up off her, leaving my dick deep in her, and lick the tips of her nipples, getting her to coo, "Goodness baby girl, everything you do is so magical, I have to pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming."
"Know the feeling." I kiss her, long and tenderly. "It's easy to please someone so sensual, so passionate." I kiss her, then start kissing my way down her body while giving her little thrusts, getting her to moan. By the time I get down to the middle of her belly my dick is out.
I slide down and take her clit in my mouth. She gets me by the ears. "I love you, baby girl, and you're driving me crazy."
Lick her pussy until she is breathing erratically I pull off, then sit up. I pat the side of her butt. "Alright cutie, lets get you on your side for a little spooning." She rolls on to her side, and I slip my dick between her legs. "Just drape your top leg on me, cutie." I snuggle up to her back, wiggle an arm under her so I can cup both of her breasts. I nibble on her ear, whispering how much I love her and how she turns me on, while thrusting up into her.
"Oh baby girl, this is so good. We're so naughty." She turns her head so we can kiss, and I slide one hand down her belly to her clit. She doesn't break and clutches my head, continuing our kiss through her climax. Panting Janice giggles. "Honey, I'd never call you a liar, but in my book I've just been fucked, for the first time in my life."
"Actually," I lick her chin, "you're about to be, hot stuff, soon as I go pee."
She shakes her head. "Might get more of the same, but it can't be better."
Laughing I run into the front bathroom with my dick swinging wildly about, getting mom to giggle. I take off my eight-incher and put on my ten-incher. It has no head, just tapered at the end and is two and a quarter inches in diameter.
No way can I run with this pecker between my legs and as soon as Janice sees me she squeals, "Oh shit, no way baby, I can't take that. Your's had me maxed. That thing is longer and wider."
Pissed I didn't take my camera, because her expression is fantastic, and no way can it be faked. "Don't know til we try." I clap my hands. "Come on sexy, on all fours, head down, your hot little pussy up. I'm going to fuck you."
She sighs, then gets on all fours, head down, but keeps a constant eye on my new dick. Take some pictures before I crawl up on the bed, then over to Janice, dragging my dick between my legs, getting her to giggle. Lick her pussy before settling in between her legs. Tapered as it is the first five inches went in before it started slowing down. Again three strokes and I'm up to my rubber balls in Janice's pussy.
With me fully in her I use both hands, deeply rubbing the full length of her back, massaging her shoulders. "How you feel, cutie?"
"Um-m, good," she giggles, "good and stuffed. I can't believe it."
"Okay sexy, head on the bed. You want them fast and furious? Get a hold of your clitty." Run my thumb up and down her butt crack. "I don't want to hurt you cutie, so if it gets too much wave your hand behind your back. Ready?"
Janice wiggles her butt and thrusts back into me. "Yes, please fuck me."
With my left hand I put pressure on the small of her back to keep her from thrashing about while giving her two and three inch strokes. With the thumb of my right hand I massage her rosebud, until she starts rocking and panting. Grab her by the hips and start giving her four or five inch thrusts, which immediately set her off squealing. Pick up my speed and I'm giving her strokes up to nine inches and she is howling.
She must've came half a dozen times, and I slow so I can only use one hand to hold her and stick a finger in her butt. She starts screaming while I pump her pussy and butt. It goes on ten maybe fifteen minutes, then Janice waves behind her back. I pull out immediately and she falls over on her side. Poor Janice lay there panting and trembling.
Lay down face to face, rubbing her side and kiss her forehead, then her eyes, before giving her a kiss on the lips. "How are you doing, sexy girl?"
Smiling she nods. "I stand corrected, now I've been fucked. Baby girl, it's indescribable, and I'm exhausted." She giggles. "And I thought I was going to bed, or should I say going to sleep early tonight, guess that ship sailed."
"Oh, not only the ship, but the night." I massage her titties and kiss her. "We've been at it for over three hours, it's almost two in the morning."
"Three hours?" She snorts. "So, it's true, time flies when you're having fun." She giggles. "Or is that fucking time flies when you're having fun? Pun intended."
I laugh with her and cup her pussy. "Oh it was more than fun, you little hotie." I was afraid she would come to her senses tomorrow and I didn't want this to end. "So cutie, you want me to take care of your virgin bottom, or get some sleep?" She looks down at the big boy. "No, it's the other."
"Oh well, that makes a huge difference, pun intended." She giggles. "So far it's definitely been worth every second of lost sleep. It's up to you baby," she hangs her head, "you really want to do my butt?"
"What a silly question. I love you, and will do anything you want." With a finger under her chin I raise her head, until I'm looking in her eyes. "I'd love to take your bottom, and will be gentle. I promise it won't hurt. Nothing but pure pleasure, or pure butt pleasure, pun intended."
She giggles. "You can do anything you want to me, I know you'd never hurt me." She kisses me. "Take that thing off, please." She keeps kissing me, while I take off my dick, once off she pushes me on to my back. She massages my titties, then slides her hand down my belly and sucks my nipples. I spread my legs, as her hand goes between my thighs and her middle finger enters my pussy. "I want you to take care of my virgin bottom, after I eat your pussy."
"Um-m, I'd like that."
Janice had to search a bit and was off the mark a time or two, but she got the job done and I enjoy an orgasm. Grinning she slides up my body. "How did I do, baby girl?"
"Great, especially for being a virgin, you sexy lady." I pull her up to kiss her, then lick my cream off her chin. "How did you like it?"
"A lot better than dick." She giggles. "I wasn't very good at blow jobs, and didn't want to practice much." She shrugs. "You know me, I have to gag a little pill down." She runs her hand through my hair and gives each of my nipples a kiss. "I might not be very good with a pussy either, but I certainly want to practice."
"Hell, I'll sacrifice a lot of my free time and volunteer." I laugh, and wiggling her eyebrows a wicked smile spreads across her face. She doesn't accept, but doesn't say no. I kiss her. "I'm going to go get the other guy, and you a glass of water. We don't need you getting dehydrated."
With the eight-incher back on I bring her some water and a small bowl of ice cream. Her eyes are closed, and she is in a great pose. I take a few pictures, then my girl stirs, and holds out her arms. "Feel like I'm in a dream, a wonderful sexy dream. Hug me please, and kiss me, baby girl."
One more quick picture, then I'm in her arms. I break and run a finger over her lips. "Best dream I've ever had. Brought you your favorite, rocky road, drenched in chocolate syrup. Just lay there, I'm going to feed my sexy girl."
"Um-m, that–" Janice breaks into a giggle, as chocolate syrup dribbles all over her chest. "You're making a mess."
I run the spoon up her chin before sliding it between her lips. "Really, I'll clean it up in a bit." Dish up another spoonful, then lay the spoon on a nipple, getting her to shiver. "Sorry, have no where else to put it, and need a picture." Get up and hold the camera, then try to sound stern, "Can you stop giggling sexy lady, just for a sec? I need a decent shot of your hot little body making this ice cream boil."
Get two before she starts giggling. I give her another spoonful. "How is it?"
"Great," she runs her hands down my chest, "best night of my life."
"Meant the ice cream." I bend over and lick her syrup coated nipple. "Um-m, it's great too." I dribble more on her other nipple, then she gets a bite. By the time the bowl is empty she is covered in ice cream and chocolate syrup, titties, tummy and plenty running down between her legs. "My girl has made a mess, can I get a shot or two before cleaning you up, sexy?"
"Yes, it feels so good, but I want your tongue, your fantastically wonderful tongue." She wiggles her butt and giggles. "It's running into my pussy."
"Well, I better get busy." After getting my pictures I put my tongue to work, giving her two orgasms before I lick up all the syrup. I kiss her before giving her the glass of water.
She drinks it and grins. "So, back on all fours, or what?"
"Whatever you like, cutie. Takes some prep time, so on your stomach is more comfortable to start. For penetration you have more control on all fours. Some like to lie on a pillow or two. We can do it on your side, or back, on my back, even standing on your head, but those are usually advanced positions."
"Goodness," mom giggles, "you've done all this, baby girl?"
"No, not all of them, yet. But, there is plenty of time to, when you want." I laugh as her eyes grow big, then I kiss her. "I have books on sexuality, the female body and sexual positions. They're what made the bag so heavy you were complaining about."
She sighs. "Looks like this is going to have to be done a few times before a definitive answer can be found." We both laugh, and I feel great about our future. She lays flat on her stomach and pats her butt. "I'll start like this."
"Sounds great, and definitely looks great." Rubbing her back I kiss her, then kiss my way down to her rosebud. She raises her butt up, trying to get more contact, and I give it to her, burying my tongue in her butt. A shiver runs through her body, as humping the bed she moans, and getting louder as I keep tonguing her rosebud.
Run two fingers in her pussy, and Janice raises up enough to snake a hand down to her clit. With her help she has a nice orgasm, then I back off and pat her on the butt. "On all fours, cutie. Head down, sexy bottom up."
She gets in position and I give her a slow full lick, starting as low as I can reach and ending with my tongue in her rosebud. She wiggles her butt. "You make me so hot, I could cry."
Run three fingers in her pussy, and two in her butt. "I've felt that way before, you ready for me to take your bottom?"
"Yes, please baby, I want you to have me every way you can." She humps against my hands. "Jamie, I'm yours always, whenever you want."
There is nothing I want to hear more than those words, it almost makes me cum. I'm so happy and want to do such a great job I take my time slipping just the head past her tight sphincter. Once in I run my finger all around my dick, massaging her bottom, then I massage her cheeks before pushing slightly forward. Janice groans as I slide in another inch, then I wait, but on her own she backs up, putting another inch in her.
After I get five inches in her I pull out and tongue her now open butthole, getting her to hum and wiggle her bottom. She is so wet her thighs are slick, and I run my hand up her slit gathering her moisture, then spread it on my shaft. My cockhead easily penetrates her bottom, but I take it slow, giving her one inch at a time.
Soon as my rubber balls makes contact Janice wiggles her butt. "God this feels so much better than I thought it would." She reaches between my legs and runs a finger down my slit, sending a delightful shiver up my spine. "So good, um-m, and never hurt."
I lay on her back, massaging her titties, kissing her shoulders, then nibble on her ears. "You ready sexy? Same signal as last time, wave behind your back."
"Okay, I'm ready honey. Please fuck me."
She gets it nice and slow, with me massaging her back and butt. Janice has a nice long build up ending in a great, extended orgasm. When through I pull out, and she pats me on the leg. "Oh god, m-more, please baby girl."
"Sure sexy, but only one, you'll get too sore." I lick her, and wiggling her bottom she purrs.
This time I put my dick in her butt in two strokes, and she immediately starts humping back into me. I give her faster and longer strokes, but it takes her about the same time to build up, however the climax is twice as powerful, and my sexy girl falls to the side, pulling my dick out of her. She lay on her side, body trembling with a rivulet of cum running out of her pussy.
Bend down and suck her pussy, getting her to scream and flood my mouth with cum. I roll her on to her back, spread her legs and go to town on her pussy. Her legs are kicking and she gets me by the head, humping my face. "Yes, oh yes, eat me. God, yes eat my pussy! Argh, I'm cumming again, baby girl." Her thighs clamp down on my head. "Oh yes, my precious girl, god damn! Fuck me!"
Gives me two more squirts, then Janice collapses, arms and legs laying flat on the bed and she is gasping for breath. I move up and kiss her, nearly sliding off her face. "You're the definition of hot mama." I brush the hair off her sweat covered face, then give her a far better kiss. "I love you, my sexy beautiful lady."
"Jesus, that was intense." She giggles. "Baby girl, I think you fucked me into paralysis."
"You squirted, twice at least, maybe three times." She wrinkles her nose, and I run my finger from the middle of her lower lip to the middle of her titties, then do a figure eight around her titties. "Female ejaculation, some say it's just loss of bladder control, but it's a woman's cum. It's in several of the books."
"See," Janice is able to shake her head, "there's so much I don't know about my own body." She giggles. "Guess, I'll be spending some time with your library, and studying up. Suppose you'll help me with my homework?"
"Definitely." Now just running little circles around her nipples I kiss her. "Have to warn you, there are a lot of tests, and you've got to keep taking them til you get a hundred percent on them."
"Okay, I can hang." Snickering she runs a hand over her crotch, then brings it to her mouth. "Don't think it's pee, but I wouldn't doubt it, since you knocked the piss out of me with that one. God, how can I expect you to do this again if I just wind up peeing on you."
I laugh, and lightly brush my palms across her hard nipples. "It was cum, and if you want, you can pee on me. All I want to do is make you happy, always."
"Really? How nice, and naughty. Baby girl, I'm so way past happy." She snuggles up on my shoulder, cups my far breast, kisses me long and tenderly, then sucks on my nearest breast. "I mean it baby girl, I'd love for you to be here always." I'm so happy I start to cry, something I rarely do. Mom kisses me, then again and again. "I'm sorry baby, was it something I said? I don't want to see you sad, or–"
"Mom, I'm not sad, I'm happy, no ecstatic." Our lips meet, and I give her the best kiss I've ever given, enough to get her panting. "I love you, sexy lady, and will stay with you forever."
"Um-m," she hugs me, "me too. I love you, baby girl, and will stay with you forever and a day. How did I do on my first lesson?"
"Well, do you know the difference?"
"You mean besides a sore pussy?"
I cup her pussy and kiss her. "Hope you're not too sore. I should've stopped at–"
"Honey, I'm not that sore." She giggles, tweaks my nose and kisses me on the cheek. "Stop worrying, it was fantastic, and absolutely nothing I didn't want or need. You're an extraordinary daughter, and beautiful young lady to do this for me. Thank you, I love you, baby girl, and having sex with you has made me fucking ecstatic, pun intended."
I laugh at her, and our little game of finding puns we used to play. If we said a pun and didn't declare it we got an arm punch. "Don't thank me, it was my pleasure, and I love you. I'll be here whenever you want."
"Okay, that's great. And I know the difference... Well, enough now to ask for a fuck or to make love, both of which I loved and will be requesting frequently." She held her nose. "But, we're really going to have to do something about this mess, or our bedroom is going to smell like a stable." She giggles, and snuggles up to me. "Give me two minutes, then we'll go shower up. I'm a sticky mess."
"I can't help worrying about you, and want to see you happy." Stroking her hair I gently kiss her. "You need to take it easy, I've never seen anyone do what you've done. So, how about ten minutes, my sex-starved girl?" Mom shut her eyes, and I lay there thinking instead of this being a dream come true it just might be a dream. Well over four hours, closer to five, of intense sex, and my lover now lay on my shoulder, sleeping soundly.
It's just my nature, I always worry, half the stress of school was my doing, this was no different. Mom had a couple drinks with dinner, two glasses of wine at the gallery, and I think one here, a lot for someone who very rarely drinks. Surely it was enough to lower her inhabitation to our situation, sober she might chalk it up to a major mistake, like all my dates with men. On the other hand, she was stone cold sober this afternoon, enjoying me and letting me enjoy her.
Thinking it over, there was no doubt she liked our time at the pool, one I instigated and one she did all on her own, neither time helping me with the sunscreen. She didn't complain it took me near five minutes to rub the oil on her boobies, even looked disappointed I stopped. Plus all those other little hints, saying, 'our' bedroom, also she said, 'requesting frequently,' not again. She meant a lot more than once or twice in the future.
Growing up we weren't mother/daughter close, but we were good friends close. She was always very affectionate, giving me plenty of hugs and kisses. Slept together every night until I was nine, then off and on until I was fifteen, but the grandparents didn't approve. We even used to shower together, up until I was thirteen, she might've still been willing, but I got way too worked up.
None of this mattered, because one thing was certain, no matter how much flirting we had done my final advances were a complete shock to her. And she was so susceptible to guilt, grandpa Jim used it all the time, and it was his best weapon against mom. No, she was going to feel guilty.
Almost started crying, convinced she wasn't even going to want to see me again. I couldn't bear the thought of not having sex with this beautiful woman again. And I didn't want it to be an occasional thing, filling in between dates, I wanted it daily and nightly.
Rubbing her back I breathed in deeply, enjoying the smell of her hair and scent of her sex. She was wrong and I was right, my girl was a tiger in bed. Shut my eyes, thinking it was a good plan, trust in the plan, this was not the last time. Janice was my girl.
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to be continued
Wizard | literotica |
Title: Maxie Reckless and the Kith #05
Tags: story, fairies, fae, fantasy, maxie, reckless, kith
When I reach the throne room (the twins at my heels), I can hear the voice of the Eldest before I even show up. That shrill, matronly tone isn't one I'll soon forget, so I take pause, lingering outside the entrance for a moment to hear what's being said.
"We still can't trust her." The voice of the Eldest. I can only *assume* she's talking about me.
"She's Kith!" came the fast retort. It's also a voice I recognize, one I've become intimate with in the past few hours - Zin.
"She's half-Kith, if that. And we don't even know what faction she's from - she could be Folakith! That would explain why she hasn't expressed characteristics of any specific Kith." The Eldest again. Ella squeaks softly, and I elbow her in the ribs to be quiet.
Zin raises her voice, taking a tone I've never heard her use before. "You would dare accuse someone of being Folakith?" she snarls. "You don't even know this woman, and you would-"
She's abruptly cut off, though I can't see by what. It's a few moments before someone speaks again, and it's Zin. "I... I just think she deserves the benefit of the doubt. The Kith aren't executioners, we never have been. And we certainly don't execute our own." Her tone is more mild now; she's trying to be reasonable.
There's another pause, a palpable tension and anger. I hear the voice of the Eldest again. "If you, fugitive, advocate for her..."
"Eldest-" Zin attempts to interject. She fails.
"If you advocate for her then she shall be your responsibility," the Eldest continues. "Expose her to the Bondings until you find which family she belongs to. If you cannot find a family she belongs to, or if you give up, then she will be named Folakith and put to death."
I turn to the twins with a mildly constipated look. "This doesn't sound good," I whisper.
Elle nods at me. "Zin's an exile. To carry you across the Glade might spell her doom if she is... accused." She's holding something back, that much I can tell. But I'm also smart enough to tell that the thing she's hiding isn't something she's going to open up about if I ask. I decide to let it slip.
The eavesdropped conversation between Zin and the Eldest ends abruptly and I hear fast-moving footsteps moving back down the hallway, toward the twins and I. I clear my throat and try to look natural, backing up before starting to walk towards the sound, as if I had just started sauntering over and hadn't yet heard anything. As I quickly see, the source of the footsteps is Zin herself, looking... well, I'd say "the worse for wear" except for the fact that she looks like she'd just as soon kill me as talk to me. "You, outsider," she grumbles as she comes near to me. "Are going to get me killed."
"Are we giving up on the "Maxie" thing and going back to the "outsider" thing? Because while I think the latter would make a great name for a superhero or something, I don't really feel like it's *me*, if that makes any sens-"
"Now isn't the time to be flippant," Zin says, her voice grave and death in her eyes. "In case you've forgotten, your life is on the line. The Eldest wants to pronounce you Folakith."
"I don't know what that means," I say matter-of-factly. These Kith chicks really need to keep up with the fact that I have no fucking clue what's going on. Whether or not it's embarrassing, I need to have my hand held on this one.
Zin opens her mouth to respond, but hesitates. Elle intercepts and answers for her. "Folakith are... they're called the Blood-Folk. Evil Kith with no true form, they take on the characteristics of another type of Kith. They integrate into our cultures, to cripple us. A single Folakith can bring disaster on a myriad of scales - whether political, economic, or something worse."
I furrow my brow and fold my arms, momentarily taking notice of the fact that Zin has yet to comment on my new outfit before realizing that she is, indeed, a bit preoccupied. "Wait, no," I say, shaking my head. "What's the point of evil Kith? You guys have a paradise here, why is there an entire species dedicated to fucking it up?"
"Many times, we have asked the same of your humans," Zin grumbles. "Some humans have a darkness inside of them, a lust for power or a fear of acceptance that causes them to be violent and destructive. It is so with the Kith, as well - some Kith are born with a darkness in them. They can be born into any clan, to any family, but within them is madness and evil. Greed. Rage."
I shake my head. It still doesn't add up. "No. With humans, they're still *humans*, they're just awful. They aren't a different species that can be identified."
"Because your kind relies so strongly on science, rather than magic. The Kith invented the Bondings, rituals that grant us natural abilities based on the inclinations of our clan. Most Kith undergo these in their earlier years, but the Folakith - the Blood-Folk - cannot partake in them. Their souls are tainted. They are not true Kith, and the ritual can detect it. This is often how we detect Folakith among us, though some of them flee before they take the rites." Zin inhales deeply, looking distinctly troubled. "These outcasts created sects in the wildlands of the Glade, and they created Bondings of their own. The Folakith *are* monsters, Maxie. They're evil."
I nod and try not to look too blank-faced. There's still a ton that I don't know about these people and I figured it's probably best to just accept that they say rather than trying to debate them. I exhale heavily, nervously chewing at my bottom lip. "So it sounds like I'm toast."
Zin lowers her eyes, no longer letting them meet mine. "You needn't be. I've convinced the Eldest that you're half Kith, and she's made me your official guardian. It's my job to guide you through the Glade and introduce you to the Bondings until you find the one that works for you. If none of them work... then there won't be anything I can do to save you."
"You sound kinda pissed, Zin," I observe aloud, keeping my eyes focused on her as the twins shuffle awkwardly behind me. Filistata, my little ixling, chirps idly in my ear and then drapes himself over my shoulder casually. "I thought the Glade was this amazing place, it shouldn't be hard, should it? Hell, couldn't it even be fun? Road trip, just the two of us girls?"
"Not all of the Glade is pleasant, Maxie," the Faoikith girl says, sighing softly and still not meeting my gaze. "There are wildlands we will have to go through, and rites you'll have to go through to even be considered for a Bonding. Plus I'm not exactly... *popular* with most of the Kith, which is better than how they'll react to an outsider like you. It won't be easy, it will be hell."
I chew the inside of my lip, folding my arms. I then smile, leaning down to gently bite Zin's earlobe and whisper to her. "I can make it worth your while?"
What? My life's on the line, and it isn't like I haven't already been fucked silly by Zin. It's worth it if it means I live. Besides, I'm a big girl and I can make my own decisions about who I do and don't fuck and get fucked by. Zin's cute in the scheme of things.
She looks up at me, not smiling but managing to look just a *little* less dour. "Yes, perhaps you can. Have the twins take you to one of the harem guest rooms and... and I'll pick you up in the morning. The Eldest has offered to let you attempt the Faoikith Bonding as a freebie, so who knows? Maybe this will end easy. If not... we'll have to head aboveground, and things are gonna get rough. I hope you're ready."
I swallow, hard. "Like, super ready."
As the twins start leading me away, I hear Zin call out from behind me. "Hey, Maxie?"
"Yeah?"
She smiles. "Your clothes look nice." | literotica |
Title: Hot for Teacher pt.2 by carbonkitty
Tags: Anal, Beagle, Highschool, Light Bondage, M/M, Oral, Student, Teacher, Zebra
Stanley was still on cloud nine by the time he got home, and why wouldn't he be? He just lived the dream of everyman and most women who ever laid eyes on his English teacher Ms. Williams. There was one thing about the Zebra that would have turned away most men though to Stanley's amazement he didn't mind at all. She had everything and as he'd found out a little more, just twenty six years old, six feet tall, the body of a goddess; a full tight ass and a tantalizing chest. She was a knockout for sure and as he'd just learned had an excessive sexual appetite. What made her unique was the ten inches of jet black cock that dangled between her legs. It was a fact that he got over quite quickly and as he swaggered through his front door one he thought back on fondly. The joy he felt from his day's activities vanished quickly though, as he walked into the kitchen to find both his parents waiting for him. The young beagle did his best to look surprised but they didn't seem to notice.
"Stanley sweety we just got off the phone with your teacher Ms. Williams. She wanted to know if we would let her tutor you from her place after school. She says it might help you if you were working in a different environment." The dog's worries were instantly replaced with an odd sense of joy. Not only was his mom not mad at him she bought his teacher's story about giving him extra work outside of class. He didn't even try to hide his smile, they didn't have any reason to think otherwise. His marks were terrible and he was working to improve them only his extra homework was a little more hands on than they would have guessed. His dad took over the conversation and while he didn't seem angry either he was definitely more strict about the whole thing.
"We told her it was alright as long as your marks do improve and she will be bring you home every night so I can have a word with her." At that Stanley got a little nervous, knowing his dad he would probably interrogate her to make sure his son was actually learning something. Once the three all agreed to the terms his parents disappeared into the living room leaving Stanley to rummage through the fridge for dinner before charging upstairs for a long hot shower. Leaving the bathroom, having finished his shower Stanley was looking forward to a quite night of finishing homework forgetting somehow of what normally waited for him when he got home. As he sat down at his desk his younger sisters Lisa and Ashley barged into his room asking him twenty questions at once. His older sister Carol showed up right after looking for answers to the same questions. After hours of explaining, begging and fighting Stanley managed to get the trio out of his room with barely enough time to finish his homework.
The next morning things went much better for him than the day before and except being stiff and sore in a few places he was out the door and on his way to school early and with a bit of a spring in his step. The morning period felt like it dragged on longer than usual and it seemed every five minutes a note was passed to Stanley or someone whispered under the droning professor all wanting details of his night with the English teacher. He just smiled and only ever gave one answer: 'We read Shakespeare', even his closest friends didn't get anymore than that. The beagle may not have been the brightest student in the school but he knew he had a good thing going for himself and he wasn't about to ruin it. When second period finally rolled around Stanley got a little nervous and took his time getting to class. He wasn't really sure what was going to happen today and it had him worried. He half expected to see pictures from the night before all over the chalk board, with him tied to the desk and Ms. Williams having her way with him. But there was none of that she barley batted an eye when he slouched past her desk and slumped into his usual seat. Class began simply enough there was an assignment on the board and they were all expected to get down to work. The class set about their work writing a short essay for an article they had read the week before and still Stanley expected something to happen. Half way through class the zebra started calling up students to pick up graded assignments and he thought nothing of it until his name was called. When he heard his name Stanley froze he knew she was up to something, she'd been out to get him since day one there was no way last night didn't happen for a reason , but when she called him again he forced himself to walk slowly up to the front of the class.
"Oh good, for a second Mr. Hall I was worried you might forgotten your name" there was no smile, no glint in her eye this was her same old attitude towards him like nothing had changed.
"No Ms. W I just never get tired of hearing it." It was a weak save at best but hi figured if she was going to keep playing this game he should too. Sitting back down he looked over the assignment that he didn't even remember doing but there it was with a decent mark to boot. There was a small note under the mark too: \* See each page for comments\*. The assignment was six pages long, there were no comments on the first page so he flipped to the next one and almost died. He closed the assignment quickly, crumpling it a bit and knocking his pencil and binder from the desk. He scrambled to pick everything up and could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on him. "Sorry folks nervous twitch." Instantly they turned to their teacher expecting a reply as usual.
"Do we need to get you a seat belt Stanley? Or should we forgo it and just get the Janitor to bring you a play pen?"
"Nah I've got it under control, besides I'm sure old Roy's got better things to do today." The class grew quiet again and everyone went back to what they were doing while Stanley checked to make sure he saw what he thought he'd seen. Sure enough taped to the bottom corner of the second page of his assignment was a photo as well as on the rest of the pages. Making sure no one was looking he peeled each from their pages and slipped them into his pocket then quietly excused himself and darted for the washroom. Making sure no one else was around he slipped into a stall and pulled the treasure from his pocket. He now held five very erotic Polaroids of Ms. Williams and he looked though them quickly before pulling down his pants and massaging his growing erection. The first was of her in the shower, water pouring over her naked body as she knelt o n the shower stall floor one had grabbing her right breast the other holding her dick. The next one was still in the bathroom, bent over the counter, hands braced against the mirror and a toothbrush shoved in her ass. With the third she had moved to the bedroom and sat on the edge of a bed with her long black hair now braided in a ponytail. She was wearing a white silk bathrobe undone just enough to show off some cleavage. Number four had Ms. Williams Reclined back on the bed looking up at the camera, her robe was open, her legs spread and both hands gripped the base of her shaft. The final picture was similar to the previous one the robe was gone her cock was limp and her chest and tummy where splashed with her own cum. Stanley admired all the photos while jerking off to them and thoughts of the night before and the night ahead. The dog grunting as he climaxed and his load splattered onto the toilet seat quickly he stuffed himself back into his pants, wiped down the toilet seat and jogged back to class just in time for the bell. Again the zebra ignored him as he grabbed his stuff and left the room even though he knew that she knew exactly what he'd been up to.
Lunch went by with more questioning, now not just about the previous night but what Stanley had been up to in glass. He wanted to be able to tell his friends what had happened but knew they wouldn't understand so he kept lying claiming he did nothing more than homework all night. Twice between the end of lunch and the final bell Stanley slipped out of class to enjoy his present. When the final bell rang he made his way to the English room trying his hardest not to look like he was going to enjoy it. When he got there he found a note on the teacher's desk: We can't be seen leaving the school together, wait twenty minutes then take the bus to my place. Address is on the back bring this not with you. Twenty minutes passed more or less in silence but ended with a slam of the classroom door and a mad dash through the empty school. Stanley knew almost exactly where Ms. Williams lived if the address she gave him was really hers she lived just around the corner from his friend Paul and it was only a fifteen minute bus ride to get there. The farther he got from the school the more he started to worry again, not about what he was doing but about running into anyone he knew. Running into someone from class wasn't a problem it would be easy enough to believe that he was blowing off his extra work load but running into someone could be a problem. He didn't want to have to come up with an excuse in case it backfired on him down the road but the closer he got to his stop the less it bothered him.
When at last he got to the doorstep the dog's tail was wagging uncontrollably and it felt like an eternity from when he rang the bell until the door finally opened. She looked at him contently and stepped out onto the porch. "Stanley What a pleasant surprise wont you come in?" He wasn't sure who the act was for and didn't particularly care all he wanted was to get inside. When they were in and the door was closed she greeted him properly wrapping her arms around him and locking in a kiss. She was still wearing the same outfit from earlier that day, a tight dark green turtleneck, a black miniskirt and nylons. She led him to the dinning room and sat him down before disappearing into the kitchen and returning with a small roast. At first they ate in silence smiling at each other when their eyes met neither one sure what to say until the Zebra finally spoke up "I hope this isn't all too weird for you. I'm surprised you came tonight." Stanley thought about it for a minute and cleaned his plate before answering.
"Weird? I can't think of anyone who wouldn't want to be where I am right now."
"Maybe but I can't think of anyone who knows what you know about me." Stanley just shrugged he had no real answer but it didn't bother him. When both had finished their meals they moved out to the sofa in the living room. Stanley didn't want another long silence so he tried to ask about the photos.
"So Ms. W-" She pressed a finger to his lips and cut him off before he could say anymore.
"It's Vicky, When we're alone together call me Vicky." There was a pause while he thought about it the started again.
"Ok, Vicky about those photos you hid in my assignment..." He trailed off and waited for her answer.
"Did you Like them?" He nodded and when she smiled he leaned in to kiss her. Pulling back she took his hands in hers and shook her head. "Not down hear lets go up to the bedroom." Together they got up and she led him upstairs. Once there she sat on the edge of the bad and got Stanley to kneel down in front of her. She bent forward and kissed him before sitting up and tearing a small hole in the front of her nylons. Stanley picked up on it right away, making the hole larger and pushing his snout between her thighs. With his hands on her knees he used his teeth to pull her panties aside letting her dick fall out and bob in front of his face. She gasped quietly and used one hand to rub behind his left ear. Stanley started to jerk her shaft with one hand while holding it up so he could lick at her ball sack. He continued to lick and suck on her balls and pumped her cock until it was fully erect then he wrapped his arms up around her thighs and wrapped his lips around her cock head. Vicky began to whimper, the more she did the more of her length Stanley swallowed until his nose rubbed against her pelvis. He gagged a bit and pulled back but started to pump his mouth along her shaft to the rhythm she was rubbing his ears. When she felt her climax coming closer she pulled the dog off of her and pulled him up on the bed laid him on his back. She tore his pants and boxers off flinging them away and staring at the young man's exposed erection. She cupped his balls and licked and nuzzled his shaft while he sucked the fingers on her other hand. When she was happy with her work the zebra sat up and pulled off her turtleneck and set it aside, she then removed her bra and reclined back onto the pillows resting against the headboard.
When Stanley moved up to join her she guided his head to her chest and moaned as he bit down lightly on her right nipple and tugged at it. While he nipped at her chest Vicky took right pay and fastened it to the right side bedpost with a leather strap he hadn't see hanging there. Once he was secure she climbed out of the bed and did the same with his other paw. She then straddled his waist and with her turtleneck blindfolded Stanley. She then back up slightly and let his cock rest between her ass cheeks. She gyrated her hips working his dick over with her ass while raking her claws through the fur on his chest. When he tried to thrust his hips with her movement the zebra stopped and sat up on her knees taking his dick in one hand and guiding the head to her tail hole. She worked it in slowly, letting her asshole stretch and watching Stanley grunt squirm under her. Once his whole shaft was buried inside of her she began to thrust against him sliding along his length and panting as she picked up speed. As his knot grew inside of her the zebra's pants turned to moans then to screams as her body shook with pleasure and the boy started to thrust up into her. A few minutes later the boy's grunts dwindled whimpers as it became too much for him and he reached his orgasm. Wave after wave of hot spunk shot up into his teacher's ass and dribbled down his shaft while she continued to buck until his knot shrank and she could pull free.
Without uniting him or removing the blind fold she brought the tip of her dick to Stanley's lips. She rubbed his ears tenderly while quicker and quicker she pushed her girth deeper into his mouth fucking his face as quickly as he had fuck her ass. With one long final moan she pushed her length to the back of his throat and shook with in climax. She removed the blindfold an untied his wrists to let him lie back while she lapped up the cum that stuck in his fur then curled up in his arms and whispered. "A+ Mr. Hall keep up the good work." | FSE |
Title: Super Pup! by ShouTeru
Tags: Anal, Character Development, Cub, Ferret, Husky, M/M, Oral, Spooge, Superheroes, Violence (Not In Yiff)
DISCLAIMER: This story contains Cub Porn, and if you aren't into this kind of stuff, you should not continue reading. If you are under the age of 18, you should not continue reading. If you are caught reading this under the age of 18, I am not responsible for the consequences that follow. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ There was still a week before school started, and the Comic Convention, Comic-Con 9: Shiau Jiitsuu, was opening in an hour, I had to be the first one there! Just getting a ticket was very hard, and I already got mine. I just had to be first to everything. I rolled over in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, staring at the painting of Draconei Kurusu, one of my favorite superheroes. Aside from Koru and Chikun, Draconei was one of the only dragon heroes. I sat there ready to fall back asleep before I heard my brother Gregory scream at me, "HEY SQUIRT, GET UP! We have to go to that Convention thing you were talking about!" "Oh man! I almost totally forgot, can we stop at Chester's and get him to come too? I did get an extra ticket!" I asked. "Whatever, as long as you don't get stuck in one of the rides and I have to wait for hours on end for you to get out," Greg said as he walked out the room. I threw on my shoes, and walked out the door. We rolled down 20th until we got to Lawrence Avenue and stopped in front of Chester's house. I ran up to the door and rang the doorbell. The white ferret answered the door with a snicker, and then burst into laughter. "What's so funny?" I asked angrily. He motioned to my waist, and I finally noticed that I had left the house with just my boxers and a pair of shoes on. He invited me in to get some clothing on, considering he wore the same size as me. I picked out clothes that he allowed me to keep for good, a pair of faded jeans with a big white saint mark on the right leg, and a red and orange sunburst shirt. As I began to slip the jeans over my red and blue striped boxers, Charlie asked the most awkward question ever, "So...what's the KC stand for on your boxers?" "That's kind of personal, Charlie," I told him, trying not to sound nervous. "Well, another question I wanted to ask is how you've been able to fit them even though you've been wearing them since you were 6, you're turning 15 in a few days, and you are STILL able to fit them!" Charlie said. "If you REALLY must know, the KC stands for Koru and Chikun. You see, these two dragon superheroes are red and blue, thus, the red and blue stripes. There, happy now?" I said playfully. "Yeah, I should've known that, you and your superheroes," Charlie said with a chuckle. "Let's Go!" "Where?" "To the Comic-Con!" We spent the next half hour riding to the site of the Convention, and we happened to get there 5 minutes before opening, giving us the opportunity of being the first ones inside. We hurried inside, and walked straight to the autograph booth, where Draconei himself was sitting. My heart was beating so fast, it was if a spacecraft was in hyper drive bouncing around my heart. I ran up to the desk, and pulled my boxers out of my pants, with some technique I learned from Gregory. He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "W-w-w-w-would you pl-pl-pl-please s-s-s-s-sign my boxer-ers, Mr. Draconei," I said, almost fainting. "Sure, I'd love to, but why your boxers?" He asked. "My boxers are from your TV show with Koru and Chikun! It'd be an honor for you to sign my boxers!" I screamed in excitement. "As long as you settle down, I'll give you a free signature, \~wink\~," Draconei said, trying to get me to calm down. I simply melted onto the table, I was THAT psyched that I was getting a free signature from DRACONEI!
I took my boxers back and slipped the pair of boxers back on in the bathroom; that was the only problem with that trick I learned, I didn't know how to reverse it. I started to run out of the bathroom, only to find Charlie standing in front of the door, pushing me back inside. That was the crappy thing, he was taller and stronger than me, I was 5'2" he was 5'9". I couldn't do anything to stop him. He threw me into an empty stall and began to undo my pants, "What are you doing?!" I yelled at him before getting smacked. "If you want to make it out of this without me telling your brother what happened to you, I suggest you shut it!" Charlie said in a harsh tone of voice. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Because, I've always...kind of...liked you," He said blushing. I couldn't help but blush myself, mainly because I liked him too, but not in that way. I began to say something before I realized he was already pumping his cock into my virgin hole. I couldn't help but scream at the pain and moan in pure ecstasy. I was sure glad there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom, and that Gregory was nowhere to be found. "This feels so painful, but so good. Ah-ah...please...stop...I don't want this, but I want it so much. I don't...know what to...think," I said. "I know that you want it, and I know I want it...Ugh...ugh...ugh...UMF UMF UMF this feels so great! Your hole is so tight," Charlie said as he was pounding my ass. I felt his hot red flesh inside my hole, pressing against my prostate, pushing that hot spot that just made me feel so good. I began to feel some hot sticky substance jet inside my pucker, and it felt really good in me. He began to pull out of my ass, and I could feel the pleasure rising as I let my cum spill out into the toilet and all over the floor. I cleaned my ass with some toilet paper and cleaned Charlie's cock. "That...was great...let's...do that again...sometime," Charlie said panting. "If I was actually gay...then maybe...I don't know what to believe right now," I said. Then, I woke up. ‘It was all a dream?' I thought to myself, ‘That had to have happened; it was so real. I couldn't have been dreaming, it just didn't feel like a dream.' I checked my butt to see if there were any signs of sex, and what do you know, I had a tattoo of a paw-print that hadn't been there the day before. I was also somehow in Charlie's bed, maybe I was brought there. I'll have to find out what happened later, for now, I think I'll just go back to sleep.
THUS CONCLUDING CHAPTER 1\~\~ | FSE |
Title: How to Exercise a Ghost
Tags: ghost, cunnilingus, halloween
She was there again. Ian sighed and poured the last of the coffee into his cup before turning around. Behind him, standing, staring, without a word, was a petite woman. She was pretty, in a prim, librarian sort of way, her dark hair up in a careful bun, full lips, wide green eyes, and a figure that, from what he could tell, was incredible. It was hard to tell, because she was wearing a dress straight from Victoriana; almost like a modern sheath, long sleeves, but with a substantial bustle on the back, framing the ruffles down the front. She wore long gloves, and had a cameo hung on a ribbon around her neck. He could see all that, even as he could see the rest of the kitchen through her form.
He'd always thought ghosts were washed out and pale, white and pale blue. But apparently, this one was full-color.
Ian didn't know her name, because she couldn't speak. Well, she could speak, but he couldn't hear her. She'd stopped trying a week or so ago, and now contented herself with standing and staring. And wrecking his dates. Every time he'd brought a girl home since she appeared, she'd show up and freak him out.
He was a good-looking guy, over six feet tall, a swimmer's body that hadn't gone to seed yet despite being in his late 20s. But since he'd graduated from college a few years ago, he hadn't had time for swimming. Combined with his auburn hair, grey eyes, and ready smile, he wasn't hurting for dates. But this . . . ghost-woman was seriously making things far more difficult than he'd hoped when he moved into this place.
Moving to a new town was supposed to wipe the slate clean from him, after his breakup with Angela. All right, it was only a different suburb of Springfield, but it was still supposed to be a new start. And now, hauntings. Ian leaned against the counter, his legs crossed, and studied the pretty apparition as he sipped the hot beverage. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but things can't keep going like this. I've got a medium coming today, and we're going to see about moving you out."
Her eyes widened, and her face registered mild panic. Her eyes darted around, as though trying to find a way out. Then she sagged in place, resignation all over her posture. Ian felt kind of bad, seeing her give up like that.
He headed into the living room, knowing she'd follow. She always followed him when she was around. Ian sat down on the couch and picked up a pile of papers that he still needed to grade, trying to ignore her. She sat down on the chair opposite him, another find from his thrift shopping shortly after moving in. It was a shame that she couldn't talk to him, maybe he wouldn't need to waste hard-earned money on paying someone to talk to her, and maybe get rid of her.
The first time she'd shown up, it had nearly scared him senseless. Ian and Charlotte, a girl he'd seen a few times before, had been on the couch. She'd had her top off, and he was working on her bra when suddenly the room got cold. He looked up, and jumped back as though . . . well, as though he'd seen a ghost.
Charlotte had been concerned that she'd done something wrong, or that he'd seen the mole that she was self-conscious about. But he couldn't explain something she couldn't see, and she'd left, the translucent woman clearly scolding her, claiming that he could just be honest with her if he didn't want to be with her. Ian had then spent the rest of the night talking with -- or trying to talk with -- the ghost and getting more and more frustrated with their lack of communication.
He'd finally fallen asleep on the couch, with her sitting primly on the chair across the room, watching him with a pained expression on her face. And he'd woken up to the same thing, her expression somehow sad and wistful.
He graded, she stared, for about an hour. Then the doorbell chimed, and they both looked up together. Ian stood and opened the door, looking over his shoulder at her, sitting there morosely. He sighed again, then putting on a smile. "Hi. You must be Jane."
The tall, middle-aged woman standing there nodded. "That's me. And you must be Ian McCormack." She smiled, and the expression made her face light up. "Let's get started on your haunting. A young woman, correct?"
Ian stepped aside, letting her in, and she looked around the room. "Oh, there she is." Ian shut the door behind her, and followed her into the living room. The medium took a seat near the pretty ghost and faced her. "I think this will be fairly simple, Mr. McCormack." Jane turned to face the ghost and smiled encouragingly. "Hello, dear. What's your name?"
The ghost made a gesture towards her throat, then to her ears. The meaning was clear. "Oh, come now. I'm a spirit medium. I can hear you." Blinking, the ghost smiled slowly, her lips moving. "Jennie. All right, Jennie, it's nice to meet you. Now, can you tell me why you're staying here with Ian?"
Silent words that the medium could hear. Ian sank down to the sofa, his eyes wide. He'd fully expected this woman to be a charlatan, only calling her because one of his mother's friends had seen her on a TV show. When she hadn't been able to do anything, he'd planned on calling the local church, to see about an exorcism. Maybe that wouldn't be necessary. Maybe he wouldn't be wasting his money after all.
As she "spoke", Jennie seemed to become more and more animated, her emotions clear on her face. But it was almost amusing, this one-sided conversation. "Well, that's just terrible. I'm so sorry to hear that you've been through so much, after death and everything."
"And he got married, with you right there? Some people have no sense of etiquette!"
"Now, that's harsh, dear. They didn't know any better, and certainly not about your feelings."
After about twenty minutes, Jane nodded firmly and turned to face Ian. "Mr. McCormack, have you purchased any men's jewelry from a thrift shop in, say, the past month?"
"Uh, yeah? I bought this pocket watch around the same time I bought the furniture in here, right after I moved." He dug into the watch pocket of his jeans, holding the brass timepiece by the chain. "Why?"
Jennie was nodding enthusiastically, and Jane's gaze flickered over to her before going back to him. "That's what her spirit is attached to. I . . . as near as I can tell, it's a complicated sort of . . . well, glue, if you will." She held out one hand. "May I inspect that?"
Ian handed the watch over, unclipping the slender chain from his belt. "Of course. Do you think . . . we can help her move on?"
"Mmm. Probably. Fascinating." Jane clicked open the watch, and was studying it. Then she snapped it shut, and handed it back. "I think we can, but it may take some sacrifice on your part, Mr. McCormack."
Blinking, Ian looked back at her. "What kind of sacrifice? I mean, I won't kill a chicken or anything, but . . . ."
Jane shook her head. "Not that. You see, what's going on is that she's trapped by tangled, unresolved feelings. She died the day before her wedding, and her fiancé eventually married someone else." She sighed. "The lingering resentments and unfinished ending to the romance have anchored her to that watch, that she gave him before their wedding."
He looked at the watch, a little amazed. "This? I thought it was the house." He tucked the watch into his pocket again and rested his elbows on his knees. "Tell me what I have to do."
The medium's face colored, her dark complexion turning ruddy. "Well, you see. Because it's linked to love, there are . . . certain manners of reaching closure. Consummating, you would say. Since she never got her wedding day, or night . . . ." Her face reached new colors of red, and she trailed off.
Ian stared at her for a moment, then blinked and blushed himself. "Oh. Oh, well." He glanced at Jennie, whose face was also, he thought, bright red as she stared her feet. "Um . . . I guess if it will help her, I'd be willing, but . . . ." Jennie's head snapped up, and she looked, incredulous, at him. He smiled gamely at her, but then looked at Jane again. "I can't even talk to her, how am I supposed to be able to . . . touch?"
Grinning, the older woman said, "That's no problem! It's only three weeks until Halloween." She opened her handbag and began rummaging in it. "That's one of the days when the line between the spirit world and ours is thinner than usual. Then, you'll need to perform a simple ritual," she pulled out a linen-wrapped package, "then build a fire and throw these herbs on it. Then, um, follow where nature takes you. Or the supernatural, I suppose."
She plopped the package on the table and stood up. "I'll have the ritual instructions emailed to you before the week is out." Jennie looked at her, spoke and gestured in a way that conveyed gratitude even to Ian. Jane smiled. "Of course, dear. It's the least I can do, and you need to have closure." The older woman turned her smile on Ian. "I'll let you get back to your work, then."
He stood up as well. "Of course, thank you so much for your help. Here, I'll walk you out."
The next three weeks seemed to fly by. Or drag, depending on Ian's mood when he thought about it. Jennie spent the time wandering around -- when she was visible -- looking alternately terrified, shy, and excited. It also seemed like she was changing how she was dressed, but he couldn't be sure. It seemed like the cut and color of the dress changed slightly, the neckline varying a few inches up or down, or the number of ruffles or amount of lace changing from day to day. He did know that she was changing her hair. Sometimes, it would be in the usual bun, but other times, he'd look at her and her hair would be loose down her back in long, translucent, chestnut waves. Other times, she'd have two long braids hanging over her shoulders.
If she was nervous, he was as well. His students noticed, and asked him if someone he cared about was ill. He couldn't focus on work either, and kept having to reread assignments as he was grading them, because he was half-heartedly reading and watching her fidget. She was cute when she was nervous, chewing her lower lip as she thought whatever thoughts ghosts had.
He'd gotten the ritual instructions from Jane and printed them out late at night when no one else was in the computer lab. They seemed pretty easy and straightforward, but he was going to have to buy a few things. He didn't own any incense, and was pretty certain that none of his kitchen knives would do as an athame. Thankfully, there was a new-age shop in town that was able to fill in what he didn't have, including a bundle of wormwood that he was supposed to mix with the incense.
Thankfully, Halloween was on a Saturday, so he didn't have to worry about staying up late and heading into work the next day. The timing of the spell was pretty specific, so he'd have to start it at the last stroke of midnight starting Halloween. Ian had things ready to go, the circle drawn and the incense burning, at 11:55, waiting for the time to be right.
When the clock tower a few blocks over started to ring the change of day, he drew in a deep breath. Twelve chimes later, Ian started speaking in Latin, grateful that he'd had time to brush up the little he remembered from high school. The spicy, licorice scent of the wormwood mixed with the sweet smokiness of the incense made him feel a little dizzy.
Ian pitched the packet of herbs that the medium had left into the small fire, releasing more smoke and a bitter aroma. As the leaves curled and smoldered, he felt Jennie appear. She sat across the room in a low-backed chair, hands clasped lightly in her lap. This time, her hair was down with a pale flower tucked behind one ear, and the dress she was wearing was pale gold -- not quite white -- with a neckline that was almost daringly low, but covered the ground between her chin and chest with sheer fabric.
He stood up from where he'd been kneeling in front of the circle he'd drawn. "Jennie? Can you hear me?"
She looked at him, a little amused, and said in a soft, clear voice, "I've always been able to hear you, silly. Can you hear me?"
"I . . ." Ian looked at her, startled. He hadn't really expected this whole rigmarole to actually work, but they'd clearly progressed at least a little. "I can hear you. I . . . huh. This is crazy, I can't believe this worked."
Jennie stood up, her hands twining nervously together. "Well, we don't know that it's worked totally. I can talk to you now, but the rest of this plan sort of hinges on," her cheeks colored prettily, and he had to suppress a grin, "more than us talking." She took a step towards the circle, then another, her foot crossing the line Ian had drawn.
As her foot crossed over, she took a deep breath, and the smoke shifted -- the smoke from the small fire in the fireplace as well as the incense stopped their leisurely travel towards the ceiling and shifted as though a strong wind blew them towards Jennie. Her breath was filled with the smoke, and Ian could see it inside of her form, opaque and changing color to match what she was wearing. It didn't stop, the smoke filling her as though she were a glass chimney. It swirled, spinning around inside of her as she stood there, her breathing now in gasps, hands clasped to her stomach.
When she straightened again, Jennie was no longer transparent. The smoke had -- somehow -- turned her solid, at least visually. She looked down at herself and smiled delightedly. "I look like me again, anyhow!"
Ian smiled back. "You're right, though. We have to, um, touch to give you the closure you need to move on." He extended a hand to her. "Take my hand, Jennie. And then we'll see about letting you move on."
Jennie looked at his hand for a moment, equal parts scared and hopeful, before extending her own hesitantly. When it finally reached Ian's, both of them looked a little surprised by the feeling of actual, solid contact that they had. "Well," she said weakly, "we know that it worked."
"Yes," he murmured, "we certainly do." He tugged on her hand a little, pulling her closer to him. The skin of her hand was pleasantly cool, and soft. He lifted it to his lips and kissed it gently. "Come with me."
The lovely girl followed him down the hall to the bedroom, where he'd set up as romantic an atmosphere as he could. A white tablecloth draped over his nightstand, an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, two glasses, a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries, and a single rose in a crystal vase he'd borrow-stolen from his mother's house. The room was lit with candles, enough of them scented to have the room smell faintly of roses and vanilla. It was, hands-down, the girliest his room had ever, ever looked or felt.
But it worked. She paused just inside the door, eyes wide, and sighed happily. "It's lovely, Ian. Is this why you left the watch in the kitchen for a few hours this afternoon?"
He smiled at her, squeezing her hand. "Yes. I thought it might be easier for both of us if we had a more . . . conducive feeling." An idea crossed his mind, and he felt like a cad. "I didn't even think if you could eat or drink like this, though."
She walked over to the small table, reaching out hesitantly for one of the berries. "I think so. I mean, I can touch . . . you know, you and the house, so . . . let's try." She lifted one of the chocolate-dipped fruits and raised it to her mouth. A delicate, sensuous bite that he watched with eager eyes. She chewed and swallowed, then looked at him with a bright smile. "I can, and these are delicious!"
That broke his stasis, and Ian stepped forward, popping the cork on the champagne and pouring a bit into each of the glasses. "That's great! I'm glad you like them. Here, try some of this -- you are," he said swinging the glass out of her reach for a moment, "over twenty-one, I hope?"
"Yes, of course! I turned twenty-two last . . . er, I mean, the March before . . . you know." She blushed a little, and took the glass when he swept it back to her grasp. "Anyway."
He watched as she gulped down the champagne in one swallow, then cradled the glass in her hands. "Hey, Jennie, no." She looked up, eyes wide. "Don't feel bad about it. Don't think about it, not tonight, okay?"
"Well, it's sort of hard not to," she retorted as he poured her another glass of champagne. "I mean, that's the whole point of tonight, isn't it?"
"Nope." He sipped his champagne, watching her expression. She was startled, then confused. "Tonight is about making you forget the past, and letting you move on with your future." He took her free hand and laced their fingers together. "So. Drink your champagne, have some more berries, and relax."
It took a little while for her to relax, but he could tell when the nervousness left her. Her grip on the glass of champagne loosened a bit, her eyes sparkled a bit more. Finally, they both sat down next to each other on the bed, the nightstand in front of them. "Here, wait," he said as she reached out for another chocolate-covered strawberry.
"What?" She watched, a little confused, as he picked up one of the fruits, removed the leaves, and held it up to her mouth. "You're . . . going to feed it to me?"
Ian's smile was slow and a little wicked. "That's the plan." He waited as she leaned forward slightly, wrapping her lips around the sweet confection. Then, as her mouth closed over it but before she bit down, he leaned in and kissed her around the strawberry. Her eyes flew open for a moment in startlement, but she didn't pull away.
Jennie kissed back, hesitant at first, but with growing interest and want, but Ian broke the kiss after a moment, biting through the strawberry before pulling back slightly. She chewed her piece of fruit slowly, then swallowed hard and asked, "What . . . I mean, what was that for?"
"Well," he said, smiling at her and putting one hand over hers, "that's why we're here. It's not just for me to hear you, and be with you -- though that's very nice. It's to make sure that you have the best time you've ever had," he'd narrowly avoided saying 'the time of your life', which would have killed the mood in an instant, "and I thought that might be a good way to start."
"Oh." Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink, and she nodded. "I guess that makes sense." Shyly, she leaned toward him, one of her hands going to his shoulder, and kissed him herself. Her lips were, like the rest of her, cool and soft, but delicate in their exploration of his mouth. She seemed to gain confidence when his hands slipped around her waist, and let her other hand go to his hair.
He let her run her fingers through it, and kiss him at her own pace for a few moments before his arms tightened around her and pulled her closer. It was amazing, how real, how solid she felt. His hands roamed over her waist, a little frustrated by the layers of fabric and the corseting that kept him from feeling her skin. The light taste of strawberries and champagne on her lips alleviated that frustration and replaced it with another type.
Ian pulled back slightly, his eyes opening to look at her flushed cheeks and pouty lips. "You look amazing, Jennie." Touching her face lightly, he kissed her again gently, before trailing his hand down to her shoulder, slipping one finger between where the fabric of her dress met her skin. "But you're wearing a great deal too much right now."
Her cheeks colored even more brightly, and she licked her lips. "I . . . yes, you're right. I'm very warm." Her arms bent around her body, and started to work at the fastenings of her dress, and then she paused. "I wonder . . . ." She concentrated for a moment, her eyes squeezing shut, and the dress itself shimmered before vanishing.
Blinking, Ian grinned at her. "That's a useful ability. We'll have to remember that for later." He put his hands on her waist again, feeling more of her body through the shift and corset without the stiff material of the dress over them. "But I still feel like you're over dressed," he whispered pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.
She didn't say a word this time, just focused her will and the hard feeling of the corset vanished, leaving her with a thin linen shift over her bare body. "Is this . . . I mean . . . this feels better."
He smiled, nuzzling her neck. "Yes, it's much better. Stay like this for a while, I want to be the one who takes this last layer off."
As his mouth closed, leaving a love bite on her neck, she murmured, "You're still fully dressed, you know. It's hardly fair."
Ian pulled back and grinned at her. "I suppose you're right." He began to unbutton his shirt before stripping the white oxford from his shoulders. Her hands were there quickly, slipping hesitantly over his skin and muscles. Her touch was cool and soft, and grew bolder as she went on. He smiled at her, his hands sliding over the shift around her waist and then up slightly, brushing lightly against the undersides of her breasts.
She gasped, her cheeks flushing a bit at the touch. But she didn't stop him, or do anything besides lean in to kiss him again, her mouth slightly open. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, and Jennie's eyes opened wide at the sensation. The shock passed, however, and she leaned into the kiss more deeply, opening her mouth wider and letting her tongue press and tangle with his.
As she kissed him hungrily, Ian's hands slipped around and up, gently cupping each of her breasts. They weren't huge, but more than a handful and full and round. He could feel more than hear her soft moan as he began to fondle them, and pulled back from the kiss to watch her face as he ran his thumbs over her stiffening nipples.
Her lips were kiss-swollen (and how did that happen, with no blood, he wondered idly) and her eyes half-closed with the pleasure as his hands shifted to knead the sensitive flesh more readily. "Ian," she breathed, "that feels . . . good."
"That's the idea," he murmured, giving each delicate nub a light pinch. His hands left her breasts then, sliding down her sides to her waist and hips. She bit her lower lip, looking at him with uncertainty mixed with eagerness. "Lay down," he whispered, shifting his body to press against hers.
She leaned back easily, lying back on the bed with her hair spreading out to form a frame around her face. The shift reached her knees, but moving around on the bed had pushed it up a little above them. Ian's hands slipped down from her hips to her knees, moving to stroke her legs before he lifted the hem of the shift up slightly.
Jennie squeaked a little when he took hold of the fabric, but when he didn't move it much more than two inches up, she relaxed a bit. His hands stroked over her cool flesh, massaging and relaxing her gradually. She was so lost in the feel of his hands on her, warm and gentle, the she didn't notice he was slowly sliding the shift up and up until one of his fingers brushed over her mound. Her breath hitched, and he looked up at her, checking to be sure that she was all right.
Her tongue flicked out, moistening her lips, and she nodded. "I don't . . . go ahead." Her cheeks were blazing, but she reached down and lifted the fabric even higher up, displaying her pussy, bare of underpants, or, surprisingly, hair.
"I would have thought you'd have, um, hair," he said hesitantly. One finger touched her center gently, just stroking over her labia.
She nodded. "I do -- I mean, I did, but . . . ." Her eyes darted around, as though trying to find a different place to settle than his face. "But I saw some of those pictures you were looking at, and since I can, you know, sort of control how I show up . . . ."
Ian nodded, his finger still moving lightly over her most private area. "You didn't have to, but thank you for doing that." He increased the pressure, slipping more firmly over her puffy slit before dipping between the lips briefly. Her eyelids fluttered at the feeling of someone touching her there, and he smiled slightly. "Did you like that?" he teased, breathing in the scent of her growing arousal. She smelled interesting, different. The usual muskiness he associated with women, but a smokiness and a bitter, licorice-y scent was underlying it as well. The effect of the spell, he assumed.
She nodded, her eyes bright. "That felt . . . excellent. I don't . . . I'm not scared, really, but I'm nervous. If it feels like that, though . . . well." She reached down and stroked a hand over his hair, the only part of him she could reach.
He grinned at her and went back to focusing on her body, fingers slipping over her lips faster, sliding between them more frequently, easing her into the pleasure. As he started to stroke between her labia more and more, brushing against her clit lightly every now and then, Jennie started to let out little squeaks and moans. As she let out a particularly loud moan, he bent his head forward and pressed a kiss to her sensitive nub.
Her reaction was startling. Her body shuddered, and she almost spasmed at the touch. She let out a squeal, but didn't quite pull away. "Ian!" she gasped, her voice high and breathy.
"Mmm?" he hummed, not moving his mouth.
"You shouldn't . . . that place is . . . dirty, it's improper . . . ." Her words weren't very convincing, since she sounded trembly and hungry as she spoke.
Ian pulled back slightly, rolling his tongue around her clit as he did. "That's not true. Well, okay, it's not something you'd do in front of your parents," he admitted at her disbelieving look, "but it's very common today." He ran a hand up her side, caressing her body. "And it felt good, didn't it? If you didn't like it, I'll stop."
Her cheeks were red again. "I . . . did like it, but . . . ." She looked at him, her eyes conflicted. "You mean it, girls let people . . . do that?"
Nodding, he nuzzled one of her legs. "Yes, really. Lots of girls let people do it, and they enjoy it."
"Oh. Well. Okay, if you . . . want to," she said softly, her eyes almost glowing with curiosity and eagerness.
Smiling up at her, he pressed his fingers more firmly against her, drawing a sighing moan from her lips, before pressing his own lips to her sex. He could feel the tension in her body as he kissed and nuzzled against her smooth, wet pussy, but kept going, knowing that the tension would soon be replaced with a different, better variety.
And it was, and quickly. Maybe because she was inexperienced -- personally, at least; he didn't want to assume that, since she'd been dead she hadn't at least seen anything -- or maybe by nature, she was the most responsive woman he'd ever been with. In a short time, just a few licks and suckling kisses to her tender flesh, and she was moaning and writhing on the bed, kept in place only by his hands on her hips to hold her steady. She tasted like she smelled as well, the musky sweetness of a woman and a smoky not-quite-bitter flavor that was oddly like smoking a cigar.
"Oh . . . ohhhhh, Ian," she whimpered, her hands moving over his hair and neck before clutching at the pillow under her head. "I don't . . . this feeling . . . God, something . . . huge coming . . .!" The rest of her words were lost in a near-silent cry of pleasure as she climaxed. Her body humped up onto his face, coating him with sticky wetness as he kept up his licking and suckling, prolonging her pleasure. "Nnnnng, that's . . . amazing, my God!" she murmured as she came down.
"It certainly was," he teased as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. "You look amazing, you know."
Jennie raised one hand to her disheveled hair, looking at him in disbelief. "I . . .do I?"
Ian smiled and ran a hand up her waist. "Yes. You look incredible, so sexy and innocent." He kissed her gently, and she met him with enthusiasm. When the kiss broke, she looked at him with a confused expression.
"That taste, is that . . ." her cheeks flushed brightly. "Is that me?" He nodded, and she licked her lips, almost as if she relished the taste. "I . . . never thought it would be good."
He gave her another kiss, deeper and longer this time. "Of course it's good. It's you." He stood up and began to unbutton his pants. "But now, at least, you know it's not bad," he said easily, knowing she was watching every move he was making as he bent over to slide his trousers down his legs.
She looked a little startled. "I guess you're right. It's . . . well, you know. A product of how I was raised, of course. Good girls get married and don't enjoy what . . . men and women do together." Her eyes were trying to avoid his crotch, but kept straying to the bulge in his boxers as though they were drawn there by a magnet.
Unsure if it would be too bold, but deciding finally that there was nothing to be gained by being shy, Ian tugged his boxers down and stepped out of them. His cock sprang free, longer than average, and decently thick, but not huge. One of his exes had called it 'the perfect first dick', which he hadn't been sure how to take.
Judging by Jennie's expression, though, that was all to the good. Her face was a mix of nervous and curious and eager all at once, and she reached out one hand almost tentatively, but stopped just before she touched it. His cock twitched, and she jumped a little. "It's okay," he said, taking her hand. "You can touch it, if you want. You certainly don't have to, but thinking about where we're going to end up, there's no reason to be shy."
Her teeth caught her lower lip and she seemed to steel herself before reaching out to wrap cool, slender fingers around his shaft. He gasped at the light pressure, smiling encouragingly at her. "Your hand feels . . . so good, Jennie," Ian murmured.
Her eyes were focused on it, and she whispered, "It feels so hot . . . hard and soft all at once." Jennie's tongue slipped out to moisten her lips. "So alive," she breathed, then looked up at him. She was startled by the expression on his face, so filled with hunger and pleasure. Her fingers moved slightly, and he gasped. She paused, then moved her fingers again, sliding up and down his shaft.
Ian moaned, stroking her hair. "That's amazing . . . incredible," he murmured, resisting the urge to start fucking her hand. It would scare her, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. But goddamn, her hand felt great!
She seemed almost amazed at the way he was responding, and when a glistening drop of precum appeared on the tip of his cock, Jennie hesitantly touched the drop, using the lubrication of it to ease the motion of her hand up and down over his shaft. Of course, that made him moan and caused more of the clear liquid to come out.
After a few minutes, she paused and looked up at his face. "Ian, I . . . I mean, I don't know if I'm really ready, but I know . . ." her cheeks turned bright pink, but she managed to keep eye contact, "I know I want this."
He smiled at her, the hand stroking her hair sliding down to caress her face. "That's really the hottest thing I think I've ever heard." He took a small step back, just enough that her hand slipped away from his cock. "And I promise, even though it might hurt a bit, I'll do my best to make sure you enjoy it. He bent down and kissed her, slipping his tongue along her lips for a second before moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
Jennie nodded. "All right. I trust you -- and you've certainly done this more than I have." She shifted a bit on the bed. "Um, so, speaking of that . . . I don't know how I should be . . . you know, positioned?"
Turning to face her, Ian smiled. He leaned forward until he was looming over her, supported by his hands on either side of her head. "We'll start like this, with you on your back. Probably what you're most familiar with." One of his eyebrows went up. "No objections, or protests of your innocence?"
She squirmed a bit. "I may have looked in on a few . . . encounters." Her chest heaved as she breathed, a little excited now. "So, yes, I suppose this is sort of traditional." As she spoke, her arms twined up and around his neck, pressing her upper body against his more firmly. And he realized that at some point, she'd made the thin shift she had been wearing vanish.
"Bad girl," he breathed into her neck, nuzzling the skin there gently. "I told you I wanted to take that off."
Jennie whimpered a bit as the head of his cock brushed against her thigh. "But you weren't taking it off, so . . . ." Her words were lost in a moan as his mouth found her breasts, his cock pressed for the first time against her entrance. Without even thinking about it, she wiggled a little, rubbing his shaft more firmly against her, moaning again at the feeling. Ian suckled on one of her nipples, teasing it and making her gasp -- and then, in mid-whimper, he shifted his hips and pushed inside of her.
She cried out, more in surprise than at the mild sting that went with the intrusion. "Oh, god!" Her eyelids fluttered half-closed and she took a deep, shaking breath. "Feels . . . so wonderful, stretching me out in the best way." She bit her lower lip lightly, looking up at him with hot, hungry eyes as she felt him throb inside of her. "I . . . it's so big! And hot and . . . amazing, so good," she breathed. Her hands were stroking over his shoulders and back, feeling the muscles there shift as he adjusted his balance.
Ian's face showed a great deal of focus, trying hard to control himself from just plunging into her over and over. "You feel incredible, you know. Tight, and warm but not hot and wet and slick . . . ." His fingers clenched, crumpling the sheets beneath her. "Tell me when you want more, Jennie. Because I . . . want to give it to you."
She nodded, licking her lips. "I . . . I want more. I want this, I want you." He could feel her fingers dig into his shoulders lightly as she pulled herself closer to him, kissing him deeply. "Please," she whispered against his lips as she pulled back and settled against the pillows again.
He looked down at her, eyes serious and assessing, trying to make sure that she was really ready. Then he smiled at her, leaned forward to press a kiss to her neck, and shifted his hips back, pulling halfway out of her before pausing and pushing back in, fucking into her slowly and deliberately.
Her body was moving underneath him, not quite thrusting her hips up to meet him, but close, trying to get more of whatever the feeling coursing through her was. She wasn't sure how to do it, how to get that more, until he moved one hand to her hips, squeezing her breasts in the process, and guided her. With his hand guiding her, Jennie's hips started to move in a rhythm that matched Ian's, filling herself completely when his hips thrust forward. As soon as it became apparent that she had the motion down, he moved his hand again, not guiding her hips now, but between them, stroking his thumb over her clit, teasingly as his cock plunged into her over and over.
He hadn't been sure if she would be into dirty talk, but as she started to get more into the sensations of sex, she started using words he had been sure she wouldn't know. "Ohhhh, Ian, that's so good! Your cock feels amazing fucking me!" Her head was thrown back, and she was clearly luxuriating in the way he was using and pleasing her body. "Mmm, shit, that's right, fill up my tight little quim!"
Ian leaned forward and kissed her neck, then dragged his teeth gently over her skin, making her gasp. "Ohhhh, Jennie," he breathed in her ear, "I will, fill you up all the way, flood you with my cum." When her fingers twitched more tightly on his shoulders, he laughed and started to move faster, fucking into her faster and harder. She started to squeak with every thrust, her breasts bouncing with the force of his motion. His thumb kept up its pace on her clit, following the rhythm of his hips.
It didn't take long after that for her to start trembling, her body beginning to spasm in pleasure as she climaxed. He pressed his lips to hers as she creamed, smothering the sound of her cry of pleasure with his mouth. It took a great deal of willpower not to cum himself when her body started to clutch and milk him, but Ian kept moving and kept a hold of himself, trying to make her orgasm last even longer.
"That . . . fuck," she murmured, looking up at him with a slightly dazed expression. "And you didn't . . . Ian, please . . . I want you to feel that good, I want to give you that pleasure." Her eyes sharpened as she looked at him, shifting her hips a little to drive her body more firmly on his. "Please," the word was almost a whimper now.
He wanted to give her what she was asking for, and right then. But that wouldn't be very romantic, and that was the whole point of tonight. So instead he grinned. "Okay, but you'll have to work a little for it." He made sure she was holding onto his shoulders tightly and rolled them over so that she was on top of him.
She looked down at him with a curious, and slightly confused look. "I . . . okay. Like this, right?" she asked, shifting her hips again, grinding their hips together and stirring his cock inside of her, making it hit every part of her pussy. "Ooohhh, yes, like that," she gasped, her eyelids fluttering.
He groaned at the sweetly sexy expression on her face. "God, yes, like that." He put his hands on her hips and guided her up and down once. "And like . . . that, fucking hell you feel good!" His hands stayed at her hips as she straightened up a bit, looking down at him as intently as any person doing an important task for the first time.
Jennie's teeth caught her lower lip as she placed her hands on his chest and she lifted herself halfway up his cock. "Mmmmmm, yessss, like that," she moaned, letting herself drop back down. A few more experimental bounces, and she was moving like she'd been riding cocks for years, bouncing on him with abandon.
His hands moved quickly to caress and cup her breasts as they bounced, fondling them and teasing the nipples gently. Her hips were moving confidently, and her expression of pleasure and power was making him struggle to keep from exploding inside of her immediately. Then he remembered her pleas for him to feel good, to climax for her, and gasped out, "Jennie, I'm . . . close, I'm gonna cum!"
She nodded, hips still working. "Do it, please, Ian! I want to make you feel good, I want to feel your pleasure!" She leaned forward, kissing him hard, and the feel of her tongue slipping between his lips was enough, the knowledge of her new boldness, that it pushed him over the edge.
Ian's hips thrust powerfully, arrhythmically, into her, spraying his seed into her body. She moaned as she felt it flood into her, the almost hot wetness of his cum filling her pussy as he came. "Yessssss, like that!" she cried out, her head thrown back at the feeling of it. Not quite as good as her own climax, but damn close.
As they both came down from the feelings, he cradled her close to him, stroking a gentle hand down her back. "Oh, that was wonderful," he whispered, resting his cheek against the top of her hair. "When do you think, um, that you'll . . . you know."
She shrugged. "I wish I knew. I guess since I didn't go already, it may be an at-dawn kind of thing?"
He settled in more comfortably on the bed, feeling a strange contentment when she nestled next to him. "Well, that's all right, then."
Jennie lifted her head a looked at him, a mischievous grin on her face. "It also means that we've got the rest of the night to do that again!"
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It had been an exhausting -- but very, very pleasurable -- night, and Ian slept in until almost ten the next morning. He hadn't really wanted to see Jennie disappear at down, so he had pleaded exhaustion and crashed out around 5:30. He woke up the next morning feeling a lot less . . . down than he'd anticipated, and stretched as he got out of bed. The room smelled like roses and strawberries and . . . coffee.
Why did his house smell like coffee? He hadn't been downstairs to make any, and no one else had a key.
Pausing to tug on a pair of pajama pants and grab the baseball bat he kept by the bed, Ian headed downstairs, not really daring to hope what he was already hoping.
As he hit the bottom step, he heard a feminine voice muttering about "this damned technology, all I want is to make a cup of coffee!" and stopped dead. He proceeded slowly, the bat hanging more or less forgotten at his side.
Ian stepped into the doorway of the kitchen and just stared. Jennie was standing, wearing a cotton nightgown trimmed with lace and glaring at the coffee maker venomously. "Jennie? How are you still here?"
She looking up, a little guiltily, and gave him a sheepish smile. "I wish I knew. But I guess I'm going to be here a while longer. But look!" She grabbed a coffee cup off of the counter. "I'm still solid! So we can have coffee and . . . talk about what to do now."
He walked over to her and plucked the cup from her fingers, setting it back on the counter. "I know what I want to do now, but . . ." he wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her close, "we should talk, too." Ian leaned down and kissed her deeply before pulling back. "In a little while, we'll talk." | literotica |
Title: Tiger Pounced... by hooves
Tags: M/M, Sheath/cunt boi, Tiger, Voyeurism, Zebracorn, gelding
Warning for hot gay sex... Gelding sheath/cunt boi... Tiger... Zebracorn... Voyeurism...
This is a gift story for the highly cute and super sweet [!["robin-tiger"](%5C ""robin-tiger"") robin-tiger](%5C) Hope you enjoy it sweety
Tiger Pounced
The tall, sleek, orange, black and white striped feline slowly and sensuously slid his huge paws up and down the passive equine's broad inner thigh's. One big paw sliding up to the Zebracorn's smooth flat crotch, exploring that velvety flat spot where the gelding's fat proud jewels had once been. A shiver ran down his strong feline spine, as he looked up at the handsome striped muzzle watching him. Even as his finger tip's moved up to that limp baggy black sheath. "May I?" Robin Tiger asked softly as his fingers teasingly rubbed over that smooth hot flesh.
"You can do whatever you like sweety." Hooves soft deep voice purred lustfully, as he watched the Tiger between his long sexy equine legs. Slowly Robin rubbed a single finger tip around the rim of that big empty sheath. Before plunging it down into Hooves hot sheath opening, thrusting it deeper and deeper into the sexy Zebracorn's crotch. The heat and dampness both increasing as he explored Hooves empty cock slot. As the Zebracorn's own big three fingered hands, reached up to stroke gently up and down the sleek Tiger's sides. That silky fur feeling delightful under his finger tip's, as the felines powerful muscles corded and bunched under it.
"I wanta fuck it." He purred with a soft smile, as he admired the big sleek black and white striped equine's powerful male body.
"Ummmm that's what I like to hear..." Hooves whinnied softly, as the tall feline leaned forwards over him. Those big deadly paws pressing down on his hard muscular chest, as the sexy Tiger positioned himself over that denuded crotch. Hooves nimble hands slipped down to grasp Robin's hard cock, pulling it down and guiding it into his empty sheath.
"Ohoooooooo." Robin moaned loudly, as his pointed cock head slipped into that hot surprisingly damp opening.
"You like that?" The total gelding moaned softly in inquiry, even as the horny Tiger speared the rest of his length into that hot wet hole.
"Ohoooo fuck yeah... pussy boi!" Robin teased softly, as he knew the gelding would enjoy it. While he just lay there for a moment, back arched, hip's thrust forwards hard male hood buried balls deep inside hooves body. Strong equine muscles gripping and squeezing his throbbing erection, even as the sexy striped feline slowly pulled back. "Damn you really want it... don't ya geldie."
"Yes... Rut me... rape me... make me squeal." Hooves begged passively, as the tall handsome feline's hip's dropped forwards. And settled into a steady rolling rhythm, the feline's fluffy ball sac beating against that flat, smooth crotch.
"Ummmm my pleasure..." Robin moaned as he felt those long striped equine leg's cross over his tail. Those hooves smacking against his ass cheeks like a rider spurring his mount on. So the pretty feline took the hint, and began to thrust harder and deeper. Even as Hooves bucked up into those strong rut thrusts, the gelding nickering and panting deeply. His big coal shove sized hands rubbing and petting the Tiger's sleek silky fur. As the pair grunted and withered against one another in lustful delight.
"Aahah... yeah that's it... lay it to me." The big Zebracorn moaned, craning his long equine neck up to plant a deep soulful kiss on Robin's fuzzy feline lip's. "Ammmmm..." The two of them sharing a long passionate kiss, the Tiger easily slipping his rough feline tongue into the equines mouth. Hooves soft lip's wrapping around that hot tongue, suckling on it gently as they shared the pleasure of their mouths. The Tiger's thrusting hip's rapidly gaining momentum, as the two of them slowly built towards orgasm. Moaning and gasping for breath, as the 'slap slap slap' of hard body against hard body grew louder.
"Oooooho... Ohoooo... fuck I... I'm gonna..." Robin moaned breathlessly, as his hip's redoubled their efforts driving that barbed feline cock even harder into the geldings soft boi cunt.
"Harder... Ohooo harder please..." Hooves begged, as the sleek sexy Tiger drove harder and fasted into the sexy striped equine. Obeying those loud needy demands, even while his own body screamed demands of it's own at him. Robin threw his head back roaring in pleasure, as his throbbing cock exploded deep inside of the squealing Zebracorn. Filling that empty cock sheath with his hot sticky cum... the two of them moaning and panting in pleasure. As they withered in bliss for a long moment, and then the Tiger collapses atop him... And then the room erupted in applause, as the watching audience saw the ending.
"Alllllrright..." The smiling Badger swept out onto the stage gesturing grandly, as the applause reached a crescendo. "Ok now who's going to be next?" He asked, as he looked out over the excited all male audience.
"I want the gelding." A sleek dark blue scaled Dragon called as he stood up, his buddies clapping him on the back and urging him on.
"The Tiger's cute..." A midnight black Unicorn stallion called as he studied Robin with his blazing scarlet eye's.
"AAlllrright then you two... come up here and give us a show." The smirking Badger called as he retreated from the stage, as the two audience member came up...
FIN | FSE |
Title: Sleep Aid by ThumperBunny
Tags: Anal, Fox, Gay, Knot, M/M, Rabbit, Short, Tie
"Sleep Aid"
No matter how many times I roll over, sleep still escapes me. The clock stares at me at me, 2:17am, taunting me with its big red numbers. I turn my head and spy the fox sleeping soundly next to me, his nose twitching softly in his dreams. I lift the blankets carefully sliding under them as not to disturb him, pressing my soft white cotton tail against his belly. I reach my paw back carefully, his boxers full with his already plump sheath. It never takes long to get him excited when I touch him.
I glide my paw gently along his sheath through the thin fabric; I can trace the outline of his cocktip, already wet and starting to soak through his shorts. Two of my soft fuzzy fingers part the fly in his boxers and find the furry ring at the end of his sheath, pulling it just enough to guide the tip of his glistening cock out of the shorts.
I capture a drop of his precum from the tip and massage it into my tailring. I hear the fox stir a bit, but not quite awake yet. I gather another drop, then another of his sweet slippery pre and apply it to myself in preparation. I slide down a bit, getting comfortable on my side, spooned against the warm, softly breathing fox, lining up his tip with my tailhole beneath the fabric of my boxers. I steal one last drop of his slick fluid and slide my paw to my muzzle, licking and savoring the flavor as I make one last adjustment, tugging my briefs aside to allow his wet growing tip to press into my tailring.
His tip wrapped in my warm flesh, my cottonball tail teasing his abdomen, it takes just moments for him to grow out of his own furry tube and sheath his swelling cock within my tail, defying the cool kiss of the night air. I feel him squirm behind me, pressing himself into me further. Perhaps he is awake or just enjoying a new, pleasurable dream; I dont care.
I start rocking against him slowly, softly, but infrequently. He begins to rock back, sliding himself in and out with a long, smooth but steadying rhythm. He cant possibly still be dreaming, his thrusting becoming more intense with each passing minute. I lose myself in my own dream, pleasure riding through me as his growing, throbbing cock massages deep within me.
I return from my dream when I feel the small ball of flesh push through my tailring the first time. Then again, bigger now. He tugs the lemon sized knot out and pops it back in, growing too quickly to brave it again. POP. Out again. No! I push myself back into him firmly and with a stinging pop the throbbing ball of flesh is back inside.
As if by magical command the knot swells into a ball the size of an orange, his tip uncomfortably deep in my tail, leaking and slickening me from the inside. The throbbing knot in my tail assaults my prostate and my own cock betrays me squirting my bunny cum all over the inside of my briefs.
My tailring squeezes him behind his knot rhythmically as I ride through my orgasm as quietly as I can. I feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside me, his warm heavy breath on my neck. The heat of his fox seed begins to travel through me, up and down inside. The volume of his fluid is almost too much to contain, but I relax best I can to let it pump up higher and higher into my intestines.
His breathing settles. He makes no effort to adjust. If he is awake, he has convinced me otherwise. I lay my head down relaxed on the pillow next to him, catching a glimpse of the clock, 2:53am. The scent of him sedates me and I slowly drift off into a beautiful warm dreamland, secured by the slowly contracting knot still inside me.
Copyright 2011 Thumper | FSE |
Title: Behind the Black Door
Tags: daughter, father, incest, pregnancy
*\*\*\*As always, all characters involved in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years old (or older). Also, all the characters in this story are* *purely fictitious* *and are* *not* *based on any real people. I should warn you, this is a tale set in the UK, written by a British author. I like to believe the story is understandable and accessible, but there may be some terminology or idioms, non-British readers might not understand.\*\*\**
**1**
It was nearly three in the morning when the small convoy of cars reached Number Ten. The summit in Brussels had dragged on late into the evening, as was *always* the case, and he had to do the usual post match press conference and a round of interviews before he could fly back to London. Someone had briefly floated the idea of staying overnight at the Ambassador's residence, but Henry wanted to get home. And he was the *boss*, so he got to have the final say.
They touched down at RAF Northolt just after two. One of the advantages of being *Her Britannic Majesty's Prime Minister and First Lord of the Treasury*, was you didn't have to hang around at passport control or customs. Once you were on the ground, you could get off the plane and just leave. His car, a specially-adapted, armoured *Jaguar*, was waiting for him on the tarmac. Behind it were a row of black Range Rovers. These would ferry officials, special advisers and the prime minister's personal protection unit.
Northolt was actually the oldest RAF base in the country. It was only around ten miles outside central London, and was used by members of the Government and the Royal Family for official trips abroad. The rest of the time, the politicians had to slum it on commercial flights, with the proles and the *hoi polloi*.
Henry Sellers greeted his regular driver, a young man called Chris, and climbed in to the back of the car. There wasn't a huge amount of room. The armoured plating, plus various other security gadgets, meant the vehicle was actually rather cramped inside. American presidents had *The Beast*, the giant stretch limo that looked a bit like a tank. But British prime ministers had to rely on a slightly more modest form of transport.
"Everything go according to plan, Prime Minister?" Chris asked.
"A bit too early to say, I think." Henry replied, with a sigh. "It's over, though. That's one thing to cheer about."
"Absolutely, sir."
With that, Chris drove off and spirited his very important passenger away in to the night. Henry took a phone out of his jacket pocket, and switched it on. He actually had *three* mobile phones. One was for *official* business, anything connected to his governmental work. Another one was for *party political* purposes, and couldn't be used when he had his prime ministerial hat on. The third was a *private* phone that only a handful of people even knew about, let alone had the number for. This was the phone he always turned on first.
It lit up, illuminating his face in the darkened rear of the car, and after a few seconds, it beeped. The text message icon appeared. He pressed the screen, knowing with cast iron certainty who the sender was likely to be.
*Hannah.* His daughter.
He opened the message.
*Hey,* it said. *Text me when you land, so I know you got back okay.*
He typed a quick reply. *I've landed.*
After a few seconds, another beep: *Yippee, I'll still be up when you get home.*
*Go to bed, it's late,* he told her.
*No! I want to kiss you goodnight.*
*Okay. I'll be back soon. Love you.*
*I love you too, Daddy. xxx*
Henry stared at those words until the screen went black. A powerful sensation of warmth and contentment washed over him. All thoughts of the previous few days disappeared from his mind. Suddenly he couldn't care less about EU rebates or agricultural subsidies. None of it mattered. Not now. Everything else was irrelevant compared to *her.* She was his rock, his support. His *life*. He smiled to himself contentedly as the car sped through the quiet streets of London, and on towards Downing Street.
Sir George Downing had clearly been a survivor. He was a soldier - and a spy - who had served under Oliver Cromwell *and* Charles II. He also knew how to make money. He'd bought the lease to a patch of land just east of St James's Park in 1654. There's been some speculation it had formerly been the site of a brewery. Sir George built a cul-de-sac of town houses and promptly named the street after himself. Eventually, in the early 1730s, three of the buildings were knocked into one and given by the King to Sir Robert Walpole as an official residence. From then on, Ten Downing Street became the home of every subsequent prime minister.
Up to and including its latest occupant, the Right Honourable Henry Sellers MP. He'd been living there for more than two years now, after a narrow and somewhat unexpected election victory for his party. He was one of the younger occupants of this house, having only recently turned 45. He still couldn't quite believe he had the job. Every time his car came to a halt outside that famous black door, he felt like pinching himself. *This can't be real,* he'd think. *It's a prank someone is playing on me; it's a dream and soon I'll wake up.*
But reality it was, and yet again he found himself clambering out of his armed *Jaguar* and walking into Number Ten.
The house was relatively quiet, but there were still a few people scurrying around. This wasn't just a home, it was a working office. The heart of Government no less. During the day, the place could be absolute bedlam, with secretaries and officials running round; diplomats and dignitaries being entertained.
As Henry walked through the door, he was met, as always, by his Cabinet Secretary, Sir Angus Stout. Sir Angus was a civil servant, not a party political figure. He was in fact the *top* civil servant in the whole of government, and had an army of people under his command. Henry had always found him to be a loyal and dedicated figure.
"You have to understand the nature of my role, Prime Minister," He had told him on the day Henry got the job, and walked into Downing Street as his nation's leader for the first time. "It is my task to serve you with absolute commitment. It is the job of the civil service to support and facilitate the Government in every way possible. And then, come the next election, if you were to lose, we would offer the *exact* same support to your political opponents."
"That's good to know." Henry had replied, somewhat sardonically.
Tonight, or technically this morning, Sir Angus smiled serenely and welcomed his boss home.
"Prime Minister, I trust your experience with our Continental cousins wasn't too awful?"
"No, Angus, it was just about bearable."
"Well, that is good news. I imagine you would like to head upstairs and get some sleep?"
"That is the plan."
"There might be a slight hiccough with that, I'm afraid."
"Really?"
"Yes, the Prime Minister of Canada would like to discuss an issue with you."
"Now? It's three o'clock in the bloody morning! Can't this wait until tomorrow?"
"Yes, she is aware that her timing is not exactly perfect, for which she offers profuse apologies, but she says it's rather urgent. Ms Sawyer is in the middle of an election campaign, and that does rather focus one's attention. Nothing can wait when you are running for office."
Henry sighed. He had wanted to go straight up to the Flat and see Hannah, but he well understood the hazards of the job. When you are prime minister, you never have enough time. *Someone* always wants *something.* Demands were always made, even in the middle of the night. He was sorely tempted to tell Sir Angus to tell the Canadian PM to fuck right off - well he might not use those exact words - but she was in theory an ally. So, instead, he headed to his study and prepared to take the call.
Forty-five minutes later and Henry was *finally* heading upstairs. His phone call had been tedious and unnecessary, but that was true about a lot of what he found himself doing. His job could be so *frustrating*. He was in a position where he could make a positive difference in so many people's lives, but actually making the levers of government work was unbelievably difficult. Finding a way to implement the changes he wanted, sometimes seemed impossible. He felt honoured being prime minister, but it depressed him plenty of the time too.
The Flat was the name everyone gave to the small apartment at the top of the building where Henry lived. It astonished almost anyone who ever set foot in the place, to see how small and cramped the living quarters were. Most world leaders had a palace or a mansion; the British prime minister had to make do with something a lot less grand. Sure, he had *Chequers*, a large house out in the country, but he spent a lot more of his time here.
This place was a refuge. An escape. Throughout the rest of the building, he was almost always accompanied by other people. Officials, security personnel, ministers, MPs. It sometimes felt like he could never get away. But in the Flat he could be alone. Alone with his daughter. There were strict rules in place. No one was allowed to just come in unannounced. Even Sir Angus. You had to be buzzed in. The door was locked. Entry was barred. Henry had good reason to insist on his privacy.
And that reason was fast asleep in the living room.
Hannah was curled up on the sofa, snoring away quietly. She was wearing her white silk pyjamas. They consisted of a pair of shorts and a buttoned up top. He stood looking at her for a moment, just soaking up her appearance. His beautiful, darling daughter. Twenty-one years old and the most important person in his life by a country mile. Ever since her mother's death, she had been the absolute *centre* of his world. The *fulcrum* around which everything revolved. He couldn't find the words to express how much he *loved* her. *Needed* her. Now, more than ever.
After a few moments, he dragged himself away and poured a glass of scotch. Then he sat down in a big leather chair opposite his daughter and let his head fall backwards on to the shiny upholstery. He closed his eyes and he could feel himself drifting away. But then...
"Hey, Dad." Hannah said softly.
He looked up and she was now stood in front of him. She had a huge grin on her face, the joy in seeing him again was palpable.
"Hello, darling. Why didn't you go to bed?"
"I told you, I wanted to stay up and give you a goodnight kiss."
She sat on his lap and wrapped her arm round his shoulder. He rested his hand on her naked thigh, tracing patterns on her soft, smooth skin. She gave him his kiss, gently on the cheek.
"How was it?" She asked.
"Your goodnight kiss? It was fine."
"No, you dope. The summit?"
"Oh, the usual dreary shit." He replied. "Twenty-eight arrogant, egotistical dickheads sat in a room for two days solid, spouting cliched pablum at each other."
"You're not an arrogant, egotistical dickhead. Well, not much."
"Thank you, my love."
"Was President Roche there?"
"Yes. He asked after you, of course. *How iz your bootiful dotter?*" Henry said, faking a comic French accent.
"He is quite a hunk, you know."
"He's old enough to be your grandfather. Well, he would be if his family came from a particularly run down Parisian council estate and he started having sex when he was pretty young."
"It sounds like you're jealous."
"Very." Henry said, without the slightest trace of sarcasm.
"You don't need to be. You know that." She said, softly.
The two of them looked at each other, sharing a moment of mutual understanding. Then Hannah reached up and grabbed hold of his shoulder, squeezing it firmly.
"You feel so *tense*."
"Yeah, these summits can take it out of you."
She looked him in the eye.
"Do you want me to help you *relax*?"
Henry paused for a moment.
"It's late. You don't have to."
"But I want to." She almost whispered.
"Well...if you don't mind, darling."
"Of course not. It'd be my pleasure, *Daddy*."
With that, she leant forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Then she slowly slid off his lap, pressing her body against his as she moved, sinking down until she was kneeling in front of him on the floor. He spread his legs apart, to give her some room. Her long red hair had been hanging loosely round her head and shoulders, but she took one of the scrunchies she was always wearing on her wrist and she tied it up into a ponytail. Brushing a few errant strands behind her ear, she smiled at him playfully.
"Don't want you to miss the *show*, do I?"
"Certainly not."
She lifted her hands up and began massaging his thighs. Despite his busy schedule, Henry still managed to keep up a fairly regular exercise regime, so he was in pretty good shape. His legs were muscular and powerful. Hannah spent a minute or two stroking the tight material of his trousers, just revelling in the touch and feel of him. She loved his strength, his warmth, his sheer physical presence. She remembered what it felt like when she was a child and he would tower over her. He was like a mountain, a force of nature. He was so *big*, and she was so *small*.
She remembered sitting on his lap as a little girl, as he would read her stories. She could vividly recall the smell of him, the rough texture of his stubbly chin, his huge arms holding her tight. Her tiny frame enveloped by his. She felt so loved. So safe. After all, she had always been a *daddy's girl.*
Now, that was true more than ever.
"What do we have here?" She said to herself, as she reached out and rested her hand on his crotch.
Her palm lay flat on top of his twitching, pulsing mound. She rubbed gently and he almost growled at her in response. The sensations he was feeling were maddening. *Amazing.* The friction against his cock, the pressing weight of her hand. She unbuckled his belt and undid the button of his trousers. Then she slowly pulled down the zipper of his fly. She reached in and pulled out his dick. It sprang out suddenly, like a joke shop snake, popping out of a can.
Both of them looked at it, as it swayed and bobbed between them. She looked beyond it, staring up at his face, and smiled. She reached out and wrapped her delicate fingers round his meaty pole. It felt a little clammy and sweaty to the touch, but she didn't care. She began tugging on it, squeezing it, fondling it.
"Do you think President Roche's daughter does this for him?" She said, as she masturbated him steadily.
"I...uh...I fucking doubt it." Henry stammered in response.
"Or this?" She leaned forward and took a long lick of his shaft. Starting at the base, her tongue drew a line all the way up to the fine strand of skin that connected his foreskin to the head of his cock. He groaned, his head falling back on to the chair.
"Let's take these off." She said, as she grabbed at his trousers. He lifted his body up and she started pulling off his clothes. She took off his shoes and threw them across the floor. Then she did the same with his socks. After a few moments, he was completely naked from the waist down.
"Now, where were we?" Hannah said.
She resumed her tender ministrations, wrapping her lips round his balls. She sucked on one, then the other, rolling her tongue round the wrinkly skin of his hairless sack. Hannah knew that her father preferred it if her twat was completely waxed. She didn't mind, she liked the feel of it herself, but she made no secret of the fact that she wanted him to do likewise.
"What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander." She had told him one night, as his fingers toyed with her then neatly trimmed ginger pubic hair.
"You're joking?" He had said in an increasingly disbelieving tone.
"No, I'm absolutely serious. You want your little girl's snatch to be baby *smooth*, you have to do likewise. It's only fair."
To his credit, he had gone along with the idea, and they had spent an evening *waxing* each other. He had screamed so loudly as she had ripped off those strips of hair, it was a surprise his protection team hadn't burst into the room, fearful of a possible assassination attempt. After she'd finished, he bent her over a desk and spanked her arse until she was red raw. Then he had fucked her like a savage lunatic, his hairless, tender groin slapping against hers.
Now, she was licking at his balls. She did this for a minute or two, before turning her attention elsewhere. She'd sucked her daddy's dick enough times now to know *exactly* what he liked. And since she was down there, why not go exploring? Her head dropped further down, her tongue moving below his balls, licking at his taint, then his anus. She burrowed in to this hot, humid hole, exploring with lusty abandon. He ran his fingers through her hair as she began eating out his arse.
"My good girl," He moaned. "My good little girl."
She kept this up for a while, all the time continuing to jerk him off. She put a couple of fingers in her mouth and licked them. Then she slid those digits up into his rectum. Henry gasped as she penetrated him. His cock twitched in her hand and he squirmed in his seat. She finger-fucked him for a while, licking his balls as she did so. When Henry had first started sleeping with his daughter, he had discovered, much to his surprise and delight, that she was a truly filthy little bitch, who loved playing with her father's bum. He blamed internet pornography for making her so *naughty*.
After a while she quit with the anal stuff, lifted herself up a little and wrapped her lips round the head of his cock. Her tongue licked the ridge of his glans, before teasing his piss hole. Then she opened wide and swallowed his dick whole. Hannah had sucked her dad's cock a *lot* in the last two or three years, and she had become an accomplished purveyor of the sloppy blowjob. She was showcasing her skills to full effect now. Her head bobbed up and down, as his prick glided in and out of her mouth. The muscles in her throat relaxed, to allow him all the way in. Every so often, she would pull back, gasping for air, his dick glistening, covered in her saliva and his pre-cum.
"You've got such a lovely cock, Daddy." She told tim.
"And you've got such a lovely mouth." He replied. "Now, why don't you come up here?"
She smiled and stood up, quickly unbuttoning her top, before climbing out of her pyjama shorts. She stood in front of him, naked and glorious. One of the finest physical specimens you could possibly imagine. Long, shapely legs. A flat, washboard stomach, with a cute little stud in her bellybutton. Large, teardrop-shaped tits. She clambered on top of him, on top of her father, grabbing hold of his dick. She lined him up with her vaginal lips and then sank down on top of him. He grabbed hold of her breasts and began kissing and sucking on her nipples. Slowly, she began to ride him, his dick sawing through her tight, wet gash.
Henry knew he wasn't going to last all that much longer. He wanted to cum, and he wanted to cum inside his little princess' cunt. And very soon he would. Their illicit and *illegal* assignation continued, right in the heart of British government, as London slept.
**2**
Well, *most* of London.
Not so far away, a few miles to the west, was the borough of Shepherd's Bush. Like a lot of places in the capital, it was a weird mixture of wealth and poverty. Ethnically and culturally diverse, there were Halal supermarkets right next door to chic wine bars. It had once been a pretty rundown sort of place, but gentrification was relentlessly working its magic - or its curse - depending on your point of view.
About halfway along the Uxbridge Road was a tatty Chinese takeaway called the Bamboo Garden. It was owned by an émigré from Hong Kong, called Teddy Lim, and it was mostly staffed by members of his family. Above the takeaway was a deceptively spacious flat that Mr Lim rented out for a surprisingly low monthly rent.
His tenant was a gentleman called Alistair Scanlon, who had lived there for years. Alistair - or Al, as everyone knew him - was a newspaper journalist. Back in the 90s, he'd worked in China as a correspondent for one of the major national dailies. While he was there, he reported on the plight of a number of political dissidents, persecuted by the Chinese state. He kept a light shining on their story, forcing the communist government to justify and defend its actions. Eventually, after a campaign of immense pressure, a handful of them were released. One of *them* was Teddy Lim's cousin, who was eventually allowed to enter Hong Kong; then still under British colonial rule. Teddy Lim never forgot the role Al played in the affair, and when the newly-divorced reporter was looking for somewhere to live, Teddy was happy to help.
The flat however was mostly a dump. This wasn't entirely Teddy's fault; Al wasn't what you would call house proud, and he barely bothered cleaning the place. Everywhere you looked there were dirty mugs and crockery, unopened letters, magazines and books. And *boxes*. Dozens and dozens of boxes. The place was full of them, piled one on top of the other. You could barely move for them. They were a potential health and safety hazard, blocking corridors and doorways.
Apart from the living room, there was a small kitchen, a bathroom and three bedrooms. The main bedroom was at the front of the building, and the illumination of the street lights and neon signs of the Uxbridge Road could be seen flooding through the curtains. On the bed were two people. Two *naked* people. One of them was Al Scanlon, the other was a younger woman called Kasia Nowak. The pair of them were kneeling, sat on their heels, facing each other. She was reaching out with one arm, her hand wrapped round his dick, steadily jerking him off. The other arm was placed beneath her large breasts, holding them up as if they were on a shelf. On *display.* Al was bent over slightly, snorting cocaine off her tits.
He bellowed, as the euphoric high hit him, coursing through his system, his heartbeat racing like a jackhammer. She could feel his dick twitch and vibrate. He handed over the rolled up fiver and Kasia, temporarily letting go of his cock, snorted up the remaining line. Then they kissed. Al grabbed hold of her face, and pulled her towards him. Their mouths were wide open, their tongues were rolling round, licking and stabbing at each other. He leant down, slurping up the traces of white powder off her sweaty skin, before kissing her some more.
"Turn round, get on your hands and knees for me." He said, sternly.
"Sure thing, *boss*."
She did as she was told. Kasia was a whore; she always did as she was told. At least when someone was paying for her time. She'd met Al when he'd been doing a story about sex trafficking in eastern Europe. Kasia hadn't been trafficked herself. She'd got into the game as a student, and had enjoyed a somewhat less traumatic career as a sex worker. But he'd needed a translator, to talk to some of the girls who hadn't been quite so lucky. Kasia was born in Poland and had moved to the UK as a child. She was fluent in half a dozen east European languages; and she escorted, so she knew the business. She was the perfect person for the job.
Kasia had been struck by Al's sensitivity and compassion. He was good with the girls, many of whom had lived a life of untold horrors, before reaching the UK. He was a journalist and Kasia had always been *sceptical* of journalists. But he seemed *different*. He played fair and he was honest. They had worked together closely and eventually one thing led to another. Their relationship was kind of *complicated.* Every so often he'd text her and she'd come pay him a visit. They'd have sex. Fun, lusty, no-strings-attached sex. Sometimes he would pay her. Sometimes he didn't have to.
She certainly enjoyed sleeping with him. He was still in pretty good shape, despite his age, and he had a big cock. He knew how to fuck too. He could make her cum, and that wasn't always guaranteed when she slept with a guy. He could be pretty filthy when he wanted to be. She found that was often the case with intelligent men; they had more *imagination*. He was fun to talk to as well. It was a casual arrangement that was sometimes a little bit more than casual. There were undoubtedly conversations they should be having about exactly what *they* were, and what they meant to each other, but for some reason those conversations never took place.
After squirting his cum inside her, Al collapsed on to the bed, rolling on to his side. He was panting and gasping as he lay there, slowly trying to get his breath back. Both of them were still buzzing from the coke. He was purely a casual user, only dabbling in the stuff very occasionally, but he did like fucking when high. Snorting cocaine off a prostitute's tits was an appalling *cliché*, but don't knock it until you try it, would be Al's considered retort.
Kasia rolled over and faced him on the bed, her large breasts resting one on top of the other, like two slabs of succulent meat. He reached forward and inserted a couple of fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them for a few moments, then he took them out and slid them inside her twat. She moaned a little as he fingered her, his thumb strumming her clit. He pulled the fingers out and licked them. Tasting her arousal. Tasting her honey. She tugged on his dick for a bit, but it was a lazy, casual gesture.
"I don't think I've ever asked you before, but why do you live here?" She said.
"Why not?" He responded. "We've all got to live somewhere."
"Yes, but you're a veteran reporter for a national daily newspaper. They must pay you fairly well. Presumably you could afford somewhere a little more grand than this?"
"Well yes, but I'm a veteran reporter for a national daily newspaper, who happens to be divorced."
"Ah..."
"'Ah' is right. And, apart from my former wife being a general drain on my resources; I also have two boys who, despite my avowed socialist principles, my ex insists on sending to a fee-paying school."
"I see." She said.
"Yes, you do. And then of course I have to buy the finest grade A narcotics for my favourite whore of choice. It all adds up."
"I suppose it does. And what are in all those boxes?" She asked him. "I almost fell over one of them when I arrived."
"Just magazines." He replied, in a noncommittal tone.
"What kind of magazines? Porn?"
"Please! Porn? I'm a grown man with an iPad and wifi. I get all my pornographic needs catered for by the internet."
"So, what is it then?"
Al paused for a moment, a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
"Comics."
"Sorry?"
"Comics. The boxes contain comic books."
"What, like the Beano and the Dandy?"
"No, not those sort of comics. *They* are for kids."
"So what are these? Superhero comics? Batman and Superman? That sort of thing?"
"Yes." He said sheepishly.
"How old are you?"
"Comics are a serious medium these days. On the Continent they are called the *Ninth Art*, people don't dismiss them like that. Just because you're a stupid fucking whore, with no cultural aspirations, don't slag off my hobby."
She giggled. She was used to Al's theatrical sense of wounded indignation by now. She didn't mind him calling her *stupid* or a *whore*. She knew he didn't mean it.
"Is it the capes? Do you like the capes? Or is it the fact they wear their undies above their tights?"
"Fuck you." He said, twisting her nipple lightly.
"I think it was Corinthians, where it says *when I became a man, I put away childish things.*"
"I'll show you childish things, you dirty little bitch." He said with a grin, as he pulled her towards him, kissing her once more.
A few hours later, after a couple of hours sleep and a quick blowjob in the shower, Kasia was pulling on her skinny jeans and t-shirt, preparing to leave. Al had got back in to bed, drinking a coffee she had made for him.
"How many of these things have you got?" She asked him.
"What things?"
"Your comic books."
"Good question. I don't know. Thousands I'd reckon."
"Are they worth anything?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest. The whole collection is probably worth a few grand. There may be some individual items that are worth more. I don't know, I'd have to get them checked out by an expert."
"Another man-child who should've outgrown these things years ago?"
"Fuck you, you bleach blonde, Polish cunt." He said, deadpan.
"I love you too, sweetheart. See you next time."
With that, she stood up and kissed him tenderly on the top of his head. He stretched out for his wallet and pulled out some notes. He handed them to her. She didn't say anything, but silently pocketed the money. She always felt weird about taking cash from him, but she took it nonetheless. Neither of them could really explain the *strange* dynamic that existed between them. They weren't just *punter* and *tom*, but they weren't exactly boyfriend and girlfriend either. They were what they were, and that was all there was to it.
Kasia walked out of the bedroom and let herself out of the flat. As she walked down the stairs, a young woman was walking up. She was a short, curvy little thing, bordering on chubby. Dressed a little like a goth, she had black and blue hair, and a nose-ring. She was also wearing Doc Martens, knee-high socks, a short black skirt and a tight, white top, revealing a bare midriff and encasing what looked like a fairly gargantuan pair of boobs. Kasia could see the hint of tattoos under the sleeves of her jacket.
"Siobhan." She said, pausing halfway down the stairs. There was barely enough room for the two rather buxom women to pass each other.
"Hello." Siobhan replied. This was Siobhan Scanlon, Al's daughter. "Is he in?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Good."
"How's college going? Photography isn't it?"
"It's fine. Bye then."
Siobhan continued up the stairs, leaving Kasia behind. Siobhan didn't like Kasia. She didn't know that the older woman was a prostitute, but she knew her father was fucking her. And Siobhan didn't like *that* at all. For all sorts of reasons. Well, one in particular.
Her father was still in bed when she let herself in. Siobhan was Al's oldest child, and the reason he had rushed into a not entirely successful marriage with a sexy little redhead called Monica Keenan. *She* had been an ambitious postgrad student who had been doing work experience at his paper. Al was the sexy, grizzled correspondent; admired and respected by all in the newsroom. She was like a moth to a flame. He should've known better, he was a lot older than her, but she had a winning smile, a sexy laugh and a huge pair of tits. By the end of that first week he was fucking her in a stationery cupboard. Within three months, she was *pregnant* and they were *engaged*.
"Dad? You up?" Siobhan hollered as she walked through the flat.
"In here." He responded.
She walked in to the main bedroom, quickly surveying the situation. She could see the messy sheets, smell the sexual aroma in the air. A scowl briefly appeared on her face.
"Hey, Dad."
"Hey, Pudding." *Pudding* or sometimes just *Pud,* was Al's nickname for his daughter. He'd been calling her that since she was a baby. Siobhan had been adorably chubby when she was little. She was carrying a few extra pounds now, although most of that weight had settled in all the right places.
"I see you've been *entertaining* again?" She said, a somewhat disdainful tone in her voice.
"You saw Kasia, then?"
"Yes. A delightful girl."
"She's very fond of you, too."
Siobhan shrugged and took off her jacket. Al glanced in her direction, noticing her bare arms, her bare midriff and her bare thighs.
*Christ, that outfit doesn't cover much up,* he remarked internally. Not for the first time, he found himself looking at his eldest child in a not entirely *savoury* way. She was the spitting image of her mother at that age, minus the hair dye and the tattoos of course, although if anything Siobhan was a little bit curvier. And bearing in mind just how voluptuous Monica had been, that was really saying something.
He remembered when they first started *dating*, he would ask her to take all her clothes off and stand naked in front of him. He would prowl round her body like it was a statue, a work of art, just marvelling at her shape and her sexual allure. She would giggle and blush, as he occasionally touched or stroked her, kissed or licked her, tickled or bit her. Then, after a certain amount of close study, he'd throw her on to the bed and fuck her brains out.
No chance of that happening now, with Monica or Siobhan, but he quietly pondered at his daughter's physique nonetheless . At barely five feet tall, she was a real *pocket venus*. Her body was all soft curves, with a sexy dollop of baby fat. She moaned about her weight, but Al didn't see any problem with it at all. She was just the kind of woman he was attracted to *most.* Petite, big tits, a big bum, a sexy smile. All her bumps and lumps were in the right place.
*Shame she's your daughter,* he thought to himself. *Yes, such a shame.*
Maybe it was the cocaine still in his system, maybe it was his recent nocturnal activities with Kasia, but Al was suddenly feeling very horny indeed. His dick was stiffening beneath the bedsheets. He was beginning to wonder how he might get out of bed and get to the bathroom without *flashing* his teenage daughter, when his mobile rang. He reached over to the bedside table and picked it up. The name on the screen was *Work*.
"Hello." He said, as he answered the call.
"Al? It's Mike Treneman, the desk editor. You okay? I've not rung you too early, have I?"
"No, it's fine. Although, if you had, you'd be the first newsdesk editor who's ever apologised about waking anyone up."
"What can I say, I'm a prince among men."
"What can I do for you, Mike?"
"We've had this woman who keeps ringing the desk. She won't leave a name, but says she wants to talk to you about a *big story.* She's probably a nutter, but she's a persistent nutter. She's rung at least a dozen times in the last two days."
"Okay. Has she said what her big story is about?"
"No. She only wants to talk to you apparently. She left her number. Can you give her a ring, just to dampen her ardour a little? Stop her pestering us?"
"Okay, sure. Give me the number."
Mike did exactly that and, after some brief exchange of office gossip, hung up. Siobhan was still in the room, sat on a chair opposite the bed, her thick curvy legs were crossed, revealing a huge expanse of creamy flesh. Al smiled at her, his dick still semi-erect, as he dialled the number he'd been given. He heard it ring a few times, then someone answered.
"Hello?" It was a woman, an older woman by the sounds of it.
"Hello. This is Al Scanlon, from the *Daily Herald.* You've been trying to get in touch with me?"
"Alistair Scanlon? The reporter?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
A pause.
"I was told you have a tipoff for me?"
"Yes, I suppose I do."
Another pause.
"And do you want to tell me what the tipoff is?"
"No. Not here. Not like this, over the phone. We'll have to meet."
"Well, the thing is Ms...I don't know your name."
"No, you don't. You can call me Mrs E."
"Okay, *Mrs E*, if you could just give me some details about this story you want me to look into."
"No. We'll have to meet. Like I told you, I can't discuss this over the phone. People may be listening."
*Oh Christ, she really is a loon,* Al thought to himself.
"I think that's very unlikely Mrs E."
"You don't know that!" She exclaimed. "You don't know what *they* are capable of!"
She sounded scared. Really scared. For the first time in their entire conversation, Al was suddenly listening with some serious intent. He was still a little wary though.
"You need to give me something, I'm afraid. I can't meet up with a potential source unless I have *some* idea of what the story was about."
There was a long silence. For a moment he wondered if she'd hung up. Or maybe she'd been abducted by operatives from the deep state, who had swept in to her home and dragged her away, drugged and unconscious. He thought that somewhat unlikely, but you never know. Then...
"Okay. I have evidence that a senior politician is involved in an inappropriate relationship..."
"I'm not sure this is my area, Mrs E. I mean MPs shagging their secretaries is not big news these days. Maybe the tabloids..."
"No. It's not just some office affair. There's a lot more to it than that. I'm talking about something else."
"What?"
"Incest, Mr Scanlon. I'm talking about incest."
Al looked across the room at his voluptuous daughter, sat there in her sexy goth outfit and he was momentarily lost for words. The word *incest* just floating there, in the ether, as Siobhan smiled at him.
"Yes, maybe we should meet up." Al said, quietly.
**3**
*Leonardo's* was a small café, not all that far from Downing Street. It was off a side road, near Westminster Abbey, and it was a real old *greasy spoon*. If you wanted coffee, it was invariably served in a chipped mug. In theory, you could order a *cappuccino*, but the machine that made them wasn't very reliable. The early morning breakfast rush had passed, and the place was mostly empty. There was a guy sat in one corner, demolishing a *full English*.
And then there was Al.
He was sat, nursing a Coke. The brown, sugary drink, not the white, narcotic powder. Al didn't like tea or coffee, he never had, so he always opted for soft drinks. Unless he was opting for *hard* drinks, of course. It was mid-morning and the sun was shining. He'd been there for ten minutes or so, when an elderly woman walked up to his table.
"Mr Scanlon?" The woman asked.
"Yes. Mrs E?"
"Yes."
"Would you like a drink? A tea or coffee?"
"No," She said, "It's *safer* if we're on the move."
Al shrugged, downed what was left of his Coke and got up; the two of them then walked out the door. Mrs E led the way, although she didn't appear to be heading in any particular direction. They seemed to be meandering, going this way and that. All the time, she would look around, first in one direction, then another.
*She thinks we're being followed,* Al thought to himself. *Jesus, she is a nutter.*
"So, what's this story you want to talk to me about, Mrs E?" He asked.
"Gwyn."
"Sorry?"
"My name is Gwyn. Gwyneth Jones. Yes, my family are Welsh. My husband's family too."
"So, why Mrs E?"
"Emma is my middle name."
"Oh, I see."
"He died last year. My husband, that is. He died last year. He was only 58. Heart attack."
"Oh...I'm sorry."
"Malcolm read your paper every day. He'd been reading it since he was a kid. His father had read it, and he read it. He believed in your paper. Believed in what it stood for. He was a good union man. He fought for workers' rights."
"Uh...okay..." Al was mystified, uncertain as to where this woman would take him next; both geographically and *bio*graphically.
"You were his favourite writer. He followed your work very closely."
"Well, thank you."
"That's why I came to you. Because my husband respected you."
"Thank you."
She stopped momentarily, looking around some more, then she turned to him, conspiratorially. She was tiny but looked tough. Her skin was leathery, her hair was white. But Al imagined she had been quite the looker in her youth.
"I saw something. I saw something I *shouldn't* have*.*" She said, quietly.
"What? What did you see?"
"*Him*. Him and her. Together."
"Who?"
"I'm a cleaner. I've been a cleaner all my life. It's not much of a job, but it's *my* job. People look down on it, but we need cleaners."
"Sure."
"For the last twelve years I've worked for the Government. I clean Government buildings. Hoovering, dusting, all that jazz. We get moved around a lot. I work in different buildings, all around Whitehall. Including Downing Street."
Al stood there, wondering where this was all going.
"I work *there* fairly regularly, they like to have familiar faces, so I'm there quite a lot. That's where I caught them."
"Caught who?"
"The Prime Minister. And his daughter. Together."
"Together?"
"He was fucking her. The Prime Minister was *fucking* his daughter."
Al said nothing. He looked at her, completely silent. He tried to understand what she was telling him. Gwyneth - or Mrs E, as he had originally known her - had promised him this was about incest. And so, incest was what he was getting.
"I don't think I understand..." He began.
"There's no need to understand. It is what it is. It's simple. I caught Henry Sellers *with* his daughter, Hannah. I caught them in the act. *In flagrante delicto.* I caught them *at it*. I caught them making the beast with two backs. I caught them in an act of carnal congress. I caught them shagging. How many ways do you want me to say it?"
"The PM and his daughter? Having sex?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"One of the offices on the first floor."
"In Downing Street? The actual *Downing Street*?"
"Yes. Like, I said, I was cleaning on the first floor. It's a real maze of rooms. It's like a warren in there. I was in one of the quieter parts of the building, an area they only use when they're entertaining diplomats and foreign dignitaries. It still all needs cleaning, you know. So I had done my section and was moving off to another. But I'd forgotten something and returned back to where I had been. When I got back, I heard a noise. I looked into one of the rooms and there they were."
"The PM and his daughter?"
"Yes. Doing it. She was bent over a table and he was shagging her from behind. They hadn't closed the door properly and there was a little gap where you could see in. They were really giving it some, I can tell you."
"I don't know what to say."
"No, it gave me a bloody shock too."
"And you're sure it was *him?* You're sure it was the Prime Minister? And his daughter?"
"Yes. Absolutely certain."
"Was he forcing himself on her?"
"Certainly didn't sound like it. She was giving him plenty of encouragement. She was pretty *vocal* about the whole thing, if you know what I mean?"
"This is...well...I'm not going to lie to you, this is *extraordinary*. If what you're telling me is true..."
"It *is* true!" She said, indignantly.
"*If* it's true, we're talking about potentially the biggest scandal in the history of the British Government. It would make the Profumo affair look like nothing but a toddlers' tea party."
"You can say that again."
"No offence, but I need more than just your say on this. I need proof."
"Oh, I've got proof." Gwyn said, confidently. "I've got all the proof you need."
**4**
The biggest scandal in the history of the British Government, if that's what this was, began, in its own curious way, six years earlier.
It started when a perfectly happy, perfectly contented, perfectly successful, married mother of one - a woman going by the name of Andrea Sellers - was taking a shower in the home she shared with her husband and teenage daughter. It was while she was taking that shower that she discovered a lump in her left breast.
Andrea - known by just about everyone as *Andi* - did not panic. She was an intelligent, sensible woman, who knew that *this* could turn out to be nothing. But she knew she had to have it checked out, so she booked an appointment with her GP, and numerous tests were taken. Eventually it was discovered that she did indeed have a cancerous growth in her breast. But the doctors seemed confident that they had caught it early and treatment would be successful. She'd have to endure a fairly shitty few months - chemotherapy is no barrel of laughs - but in the end she'd be fine.
However, as it turns out, cancer can be a real bitch. It advances and retreats on its own schedule, and this particular growth was a tough, nasty little monster. Andi didn't respond to treatment as the doctors had hoped, her health deteriorated. A battle was fought and a battle was won. But the victor wasn't Andi Sellers.
Her death came quite quickly, less than six months after that fateful examination in the shower. She showed tremendous courage and tremendous dignity, but cancer cares little for either. She left behind her husband, a rising political star in the British firmament, and her daughter, a beautiful young woman, who would have to endure a kind of pain no child deserved.
Andi's demise was like a bomb exploding in the Sellers' family. She had been their rock, their *centre*, their north, south, east and west. And now, just like that, she was gone. Henry and Hannah clung to each other, emotionally and physically, as if they were both life rafts. For a long time after her mother's funeral, Hannah slept in her father's bed. There was nothing sexual about this, both were too *destroyed* by grief to even contemplate such a thing, but it did create an intimacy and bond between them that would change and expand over time.
Henry had considered quitting politics, wanting to devote all his time to his daughter. Many of his colleagues had assumed he would quickly announce his departure from the Commons. But in fact he did the opposite; instead of abandoning his political career, he became more committed to it. Partly this was due to his wife's insistence, voiced in the days prior to her death, that he keep should keep going, keep working for his constituents. And partly it was due to his daughter's newfound interest in his career.
Hannah became obsessed with politics, obsessed with the *game.* She began talking to him about his job, about issues of national concern. Perhaps inevitably, due to the demands of his profession, Henry had been absent for a large part of Hannah's upbringing. He *tried*, by God did he try, but he just wasn't there so much of the time. She and her mother lived in his constituency, a fiercely working class borough of Liverpool, while he would spend much of the time in London. Hannah had lost one parent, so she was now determined to be as close to the other as possible.
And, as it turns out, she was a *natural*. She understood the intricacies of public policy and party politics better than the most experienced hacks and operatives. She was a kind of political *phenom*, and pretty soon she was essentially her father's closest adviser. He found her to be a fount of common sense and sage advice. She seemed to understand things in a way the rest of his team did not. Hannah started going on the road with him, making appearances at public meetings, even giving speeches.
It was a great story, the widowed politician and his beautiful daughter. The media lapped it up. They called her his secret weapon. Henry's profile soared so much that when his party leader died suddenly, he became a shoo-in as his replacement. A year later he was prime minister.
By then, he and his daughter had already become lovers.
The change in their relationship happened slowly, subtly. Hannah was always by his side, wherever he went. She was part of his life in a way she had never been before. Hannah reminded him of his wife, physically and mentally. But he found her intriguing and seductive in her own way. At some point, Henry realised he was falling in love with her.
Hannah was eighteen and she had taken a year out, to be with her father, delaying her entry to university. She had been a big plus in his leadership campaign and he knew she could do a similar job with the election coming up. More than anything else, he simply wanted her to be with him all the time. Hannah was the most important thing in his life and he couldn't bear the thought of her absence. He knew he wanted her. And he was pretty sure by now she wanted him to. There was a mutual, unspoken recognition between them. Their lives were about to change entirely.
It happened on a cold January night, at their home in Liverpool.
They had taken to staying up late into the night, talking about policy, talking about tactics, talking about their lives. Victory in the election, expected that summer, was by no means a certainty, but both of them knew he could be prime minister soon enough. He would crack open a bottle of wine and they would share a glass or two. He loved these moments they spent together, they were the highlight of his day. He loved how her face lit up as she smiled. He loved the way she looked at him. He loved *everything* about her.
They were spread out on a big leather sofa in the living room. The television was on, but it was muted, and there was a fire roaring in the hearth. Together, they provided the only illumination in the room. Henry was sat at one end of the sofa, his feet on the coffee table. He was wearing trousers and a shirt. Hannah was lying on the sofa, her head resting on his lap. She was wearing a pair of jogging bottoms and a strappy little top. For the last hour or so, they had both been reading briefing papers prepared by his team at party HQ, but their interest was flagging a little by now.
Henry's hand was wandering over Hannah's skin. He gently stroked her shoulders, her arms and her bare midriff. There was a closeness to them now, an *intimacy* that they both recognised and accepted without question. She reached out and took his hand, pulling it to her lips. She kissed it softly, then let it go.
"What's Downing Street like?" She asked.
"I don't know, really. I've only been there a couple of times. It seemed kind of cramped, to be honest. A lot of the décor is a bit dated."
"We can get it redecorated. If we win."
"Yes. *If* we win."
"Have you imagined what it will be like, stood in front of that door, waving to the cameras, as you walk in as prime minister for the first time?"
Henry paused for a second.
"Yes. Yes, I have." He replied. "You were stood next to me."
"Me?"
"Yes. You. Of course, *you*."
"But wouldn't that be a bit weird? Normally a new PM turns up with his or her husband or wife."
"Well, I would've thought you of all people would know why that would be difficult, in my case."
"Yeah, I know. But I mean...normally it's a *partner*, not a son or daughter."
"*You're* my partner." His hand was no longer roaming now. It had come to rest on her chest. It wasn't touching the swell of her breast, but it was tantalisingly close. He could feel her heartbeat pick up speed.
"I'm not your *partner*, partner. Not like *that*."
Henry didn't answer for the longest time...but then...
"You could be. If you wanted."
She looked up at him.
"What do you mean?"
"You *know* what I mean. Don't pretend you don't."
She sat up and squirmed round until she was on her front. Then she climbed up on to her knees and clambered up on to his lap. She straddled him, wrapping her arms round his neck. She brought her face close to his, her lips only a few centimetres away from his. She stared into his eyes.
"Are you serious?" She asked.
"Deadly." He replied, his hands clasping the sides of her body. Waves of heat emanating from her.
"The two of us *together*?"
"It's where we've been heading for a long time now. We both know that, don't we?"
"Yes, but it's such a risk. What if people found out?"
"They won't."
"It's illegal."
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" He replied with a devilish smile, and a raised eyebrow.
"It's insane. It's fucking nuts. I want it though. God, I want it so much...but it's so *big*. It's dangerous."
Henry lifted his hands up and firmly clasped her head tight. He pressed his forehead against hers and stared deep into her eyes.
"I'm scared too. I understand. But I'm excited as well. I *love* you. I love you so much it hurts. I thought I loved your mother. I *did* love your mother. But compared to how I feel about you, that love was meaningless..."
"Yes, but you're my father. You're meant to love me more..."
"No. I love you as a parent loves a child. Of course I do. But I love you far more than that. You're my *everything*. When your mum died, it taught me a lesson. Time is *finite*. You only have so much of it. It shouldn't be wasted. If you see something you want, take it."
She looked back at him, her breath mingling with his, her chest pulsing.
"I won't force you into anything." He told her. "I think you feel the same way, but if this is something you don't want to do, well, we won't do it. But, if you do, nothing can stop us. *Nothing.*"
There was a pause, as the two of them sat there, the cold world revolving around them. The fire was still crackling. Then...
"Oh God, Daddy!" She moaned, before mashing her lips against his. Her body moved forward, flattening her chest into his. He pulled his hands from her cheeks and wrapped them round her waist, feeling the soft smooth skin of her back. They kissed like their lives depended on it. They kissed as if kissing was being made illegal; which, in their case, it already was.
Months of repressed desire, months of brewing passion, were unleashed on that big leather sofa. Hannah wriggled and squirmed around on top of him, as their tongues duelled in each others mouths. She could feel his hardness beneath her, and she frantically ground her crotch against him. She groaned and whimpered and squealed as they kissed, pressing down harder and harder, her hands in his hair.
She pulled back for a moment, and both of them looked at each other. They were dumbfounded, they were shocked, they were dizzy with lust.
"Wow." She whispered.
"Yes, 'wow' is right." He replied.
"That was *weird.*"
"Yes. *Fun*, though."
"Fuck, yes! Lots of fun."
Hannah giggled, and they lunged at each other once more, the passionate, open-mouthed kissing resumed. Henry's hands slipped down her back, reaching under the elasticated waist of her jogging bottoms, and then grasping hold of her fleshy buttocks. He squeezed her bum, fondling that creamy flesh, his fingers brushing against the crack of her arse.
"Now then, my naughty little girl, someone isn't wearing any knickers..."
"No." She smiled. "I'm not wearing a bra either."
"Show me."
She leant back a little; then, crossing her arms, she pulled off her tight little top. Her *perfect*, luscious boobs bounced free; two globes of pale, succulent flesh, topped off with small, pink nipples. Small, pink, *erect* nipples.
"Ta-da!" She exclaimed, in a sing-song tone, her arms stretched out wide. She was totally on display. Totally exposed.
"Holy fuck, darling, they're amazing."
She blushed, biting her bottom lip momentarily.
"I bet you didn't know your little girl had *these*."
"I think I probably did."
"Aren't you going to touch them?"
He lifted his hand up and cupped her breast, squeezing it ever so gently, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. Then he did the same thing to her other breast. He pushed them together, squeezing and fondling her flesh. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He rolled his tongue round it, before sucking at the tip. He licked and chewed and suckled. She gasped as he did so. Then she opened her mouth slightly, letting a line of saliva dribble out on to her flesh. It rolled down her skin towards his lips and he licked it up. They kissed once more.
"I want to fuck you." He said. "I want to fuck my little girl. I want to cum inside you."
"Well, you read my fucking mind, because that's what I want too."
She stood up, her gorgeous fat tits jiggling as she moved, and she took his hand. She led him out of the living room and towards the stairs. They bounded up towards his bedroom - the bedroom they would share from that night onwards - and burst through the door. She spun around and they embraced, kissing deeply where they stood.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asked. "Last chance to back out."
"Are you fucking insane?" She replied. "I've wanted this for so long. Of course I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life."
With that she shimmied out of her jogging bottoms, revealing a small patch of fiery red pubic hair. Then she pulled back the sheets and clambered on to the bed, kneeling there, waiting for him. Their movements were almost frantic now, the need to be together was so strong and so intense. Henry quickly unbuttoned his shirt and then unzipped his trousers. He took them off, almost tripping over them as he did so. Then he took off his boxers and stood naked in front of her for the first time.
"Wow!" She gasped, looking at his big fiery cock, bobbing up and down between them. "Is that all for me?"
"Whenever you want it."
With one hand, she reached forward and grabbed hold of his dick, pulling him forward. With the other, she grabbed him by the neck and kissed him again. Her curvy body was draped against his, as she masturbated him. Her succulent white flesh was pressed against his hairy physique. The contrast was stark; her creamy, pale skin next to his darker, hairy frame. He looked like a wolf, an animal, about to consume a sweet innocent creature. But appearances can be deceptive; there was nothing innocent about Hannah Sellers.
She fell back on to the bed, her legs spreading wide as she did so. He stared down at her cunt, his *daughter's* cunt, for the first time. It was glistening with her arousal. Her inner lips were enflamed and exposed. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to eat her out until she was screaming for him to stop and her throat was raw. But he knew he had to fuck her first. That was their destination. It had been for months. Years. It had been their destination ever since the day they buried her mother. It's just they hadn't realised it at the time.
But now they *knew*.
"Daddy's going to fuck you now. Daddy's going to stick his cock inside you."
"Please Daddy, please." She whimpered.
He grabbed hold of his dick and slapped it against her quim. She gasped, and he did it again. Then again and again and again. Her pussy was so wet, droplets of her cunt-juice flew into the air with every tap. Then he lined his cock up with the lips of her gash. He could feel the scalding heat of his daughter's vagina; the vagina he was about to penetrate - and *possess* - for the first time.
She looked up at him, her lustrous red hair spread out behind her, like a crown or a *halo*; her eyes pleading. She was fondling her own breasts, tugging at her nipples. He could smell her arousal, smell her *need*.
Henry slammed his dick inside her.
He roared. She screamed. She came. Right there on that bed, with her daddy's dick inside her.
*Christ, she's so tight!* He thought to himself. *Her cunt's so tight!*
He didn't want to be anywhere else. He didn't want to be *inside* anything else, other than his daughter's pussy, ever again. He just wanted to luxuriate in this intense feeling, wallow in it. Marvel at her silky tightness. His cock twitched and pulsed, the muscles of her twat massaging and squeezing his meaty pole. She was baring her teeth at him, almost growling as he plundered her forbidden depths. She was pulling and twisting at her own nipples with such ferocity, it looked like she wanted to tear them clean off.
After standing there for thirty seconds or more, just overwhelmed by the pure carnal sensation of this illicit act, he slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled back his hips; his cock withdrawing from her hot, hot snatch. Her vaginal lips clung to him as if they had a mind of their own and they couldn't bear to be separated from his shaft. Then, after he had almost completely pulled himself out, only the head of his cock still remaining inside her, he grabbed hold of her waist and rammed home once more. Hannah experienced another powerful orgasm, her eyes rolling back into her skull as the waves of sexual ecstasy radiated through her luscious frame.
*God, am I going to cum every time his dick is inside me?* She thought to herself. *Fuck, if that's the case, I'm going to be doing nothing other than screwing my Dad.*
Henry began to slide his cock in and out, building up a steady rhythm. Hannah didn't cum with every thrust, but she came more than once as he fucked her. She wrapped her legs round his waist and he bent down to lick her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair and then they kissed deeply. Both of them were building up quite a sweat now, and beads of moisture ran down his nose and dripped onto her cheeks and forehead.
She brought her middle finger to her mouth and sucked on it for a few moments, getting it good and wet. Then she reached round and started rubbing at his anus, before slipping it inside. Henry gasped, then chuckled at his daughter's precocious sexuality.
"Well, you're certainly no virgin, are you little girl?" He grunted. "Who have you been fucking?"
"Oh, lots of people, Daddy. I knew I had to get *match fit* if I was going to sleep with you."
Hannah was exaggerating, but only just. She had been a fairly innocent teenager, but she had gone through something of a *wild child* phase after her mother died. She kept it from him mostly, but it had certainly happened. She started drinking, experimenting with drugs. And she started *fucking*. Sex was human contact, after all. Sex was warmth. Sex was reassurance.
It was only relatively recently that she had begun to think of her father as a potential sexual partner, but maybe on some subconscious level she *had* known what was going to happen for a lot longer than that. And she had known she had to be *ready*. So, she had done her research. She had consumed a lot of porn, read a lot of erotic fiction, and she had fucked her fair share of sexual partners.
Which had led her here, lying on her back on what had been her parents' bed, getting fucked by her father, as she fingered his arsehole.
The extra stimulation she was providing only spurred Henry on, and he picked up the pace. His hips moved back and forth frantically. His large cock powerfully thrusting in and out of her gash.
"Harder, fuck me harder!" She screamed at him, almost furious with desire. "Use me. Use my cunt. Make me your little slut!"
Henry reached up and wrapped his hand round her throat. He tightened it, choking her a little. Not too much, but enough for her face to become more flushed and her voice to become a little distorted.
"Yes, that's it! *Choke* me, *hurt* me, *fuck* me, Daddy."
He kissed her again and loosened his grip. Her mother had enjoyed a little breath play, and it seems their daughter had inherited her tastes and desires. He resumed the intense pounding he was giving her, and pretty soon he could feel himself close to orgasm.
"Daddy's going to cum, baby. Where do you want it?"
"Inside my cunt, Daddy. Cum inside my cunt."
He had never been able to deny her anything, so he was unlikely to start now. Within a few seconds he was shooting ribbons of creamy cum against the walls of her twat, bathing her womb with his potent seed. His prick twitched and pulsed once more, as he squirted his baby-gravy inside her. He bellowed like Tarzan as he came. She squirmed around beneath him, overwhelmed by sexual ecstasy. Once he was finished, he collapsed on top of her.
The two of them lay there for a while, his dick still inside her, both of them panting like dogs, her hands roaming over his sticky back. Finally, she pushed him off and he rolled over on to his side. The two of them gazed at each other, as Henry brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. They both smiled shyly at each other, suddenly aware of the intimacy and *novelty* of their position.
"So..." He said.
"So..." She replied.
"No regrets?"
"Fuck, no!" She giggled. "We should've done this years ago."
"Years?"
"Well, maybe not *years*. Months."
"So, what do we do now?"
"Hmmm...I propose we wait ten minutes or so, so you can *recharge,* then we fuck some more."
"That sounds great, but I meant more long term?"
"Oh. *Long term.* I don't know. Do you want this to continue? Or is this a one-off thing?"
"No. I want this to continue. I want *us* to continue."
"Let's not worry about it then. Let it be what it is. Whatever it will be."
"Okay."
"So, do you think if I sucked you off, you'd get hard again sooner?" She asked, with one eyebrow raised.
"I don't know. Let's find out."
So they did.
Looking back on that night, which Henry did with a certain nostalgic regularity, certain things stuck in his memory. Firstly, what a dirty little whore his daughter was. He hadn't imagined she was an innocent little virgin, but he had been surprised by quite how easily she had slipped into the role of teenage nymphet. The whole bum-fun thing was a shocker for starters. He was to discover in the following weeks and months that Hannah had a bit of a fixation when it came to the anus. She loved rimming, both giving and receiving, and she was an absolute firecracker when it came to getting fucked up the arse.
Secondly, he was truly astonished by how easy and uncomplicated the sex was. Sleeping with someone for the first time can be *awkward*, to say the least. Sleeping with your daughter should be doubly so. But right from the start, their lovemaking was so straightforward and comfortable. The mechanics of it were so simple. They got into an easy groove from the get go.
The most extraordinary thing was the complete lack of guilt. Neither of them felt the slightest unease about their behaviour, despite the fact it was *illegal* and frowned upon by all right-minded individuals worldwide. Henry and Hannah knew they would have to be *careful* but neither of them felt the slightest compunction about their affair. They had both committed to each other, and they had no doubts.
They *loved* each other. They were *in love* with each other. That was all that mattered.
The *incestuous* relationship that began on a cold January night in the northwest of England continued apace as Henry's political fortunes soared right up into the stratosphere. Within the year, a general election was called and he was out on the road, campaigning here, there and everywhere. Hannah was by his side every step of the way, and she was considered by many political pundits to be the star of the election. She was a natural with the crowds, a budding politician in the making, and the fact she was drop dead gorgeous didn't hurt either. And every night, usually in a cheap hotel bedroom, they would fuck like rabbits, hiding their love in plain sight.
The British electoral system was meant to bring *order* and *stability*, traditionally leading to a government with a clear majority. But that tendency had faded in recent years, with the gradual fragmentation of older political coalitions. The most recent election had ended with no clear winner, but Henry's party had won the most votes and the most seats. So, following a few days of inter-party negotiations, he became prime minister, heading a coalition government of the progressive left.
As he had imagined, it was almost a surreal moment for this most ambitious of politicians, to be stood in front of that famous black door, about to enter the building for the first time as the head of government. Of course, exactly as promised, Hannah was right there next to him, holding his hand. His tragic story was well known, the first widower to become PM since Ramsay MacDonald. He too had a daughter, who had been about Hannah's age when he entered Number Ten. Henry couldn't help but wondering about *their* relationship, but he seriously doubted that Ishbel MacDonald had insisted on being fucked, bent over the prime ministerial desk, on that first day, the way Hannah had. But you never know.
One of the biggest perks of the job was *Chequers*, a large manor house about forty miles northwest of central London. It had been the prime minister's country retreat since the First World War. Henry and Hannah spent most of their weekends there. It was quiet, it was remote, and it had a *pool*. That was why, on a hot Saturday in July, Henry was sat on a lounger, reading government documents, while his daughter did some laps.
Britain does have a summer, despite what some people might say, and there can be glorious sunny days, where the English countryside can look idyllic and picture perfect. This was one of those days. The water was sparkling as Hannah ploughed through it, and Henry occasionally gazed at her glistening, supple flesh. Her body was soft and curvaceous, but she was in great athletic shape too.
He remembered the first time he had become conscious of his daughter's outstanding physique. It had happened in those long dark months after his wife's death, when Hannah slept by his side every night. Henry saw nothing wrong with this at first. To begin with he very much welcomed her presence, needing her support too. The two of them would often fall asleep in each other's arms, crying and howling like wounded animals.
If he'd given it much thought, Henry would probably have assumed, after the initial shock and trauma of Andi's passing, that Hannah would start sleeping in her own bed. But that didn't happen. Instead, without either of them ever commenting on the matter, each night she would join him, slipping under the sheets next to him. Kissing him good night before going to sleep. This went on for a long time.
One morning, he woke up in the early hours. The first light of dawn was creeping through his bedroom window and there was a soft grey tone to the room. He glanced over, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and looked at Hannah. She was still dead to the world, he could hear her snoring softly. She was lying on her side, facing away from him and towards the window.
She usually wore little silk pyjamas or one of his t-shirts as a nightdress. This time she had opted for the latter rather than the former. Hannah had a tendency to move around a lot during the night, and he often found her draped over him when he woke up in the morning. On this occasion, she had kicked off the sheets and her nightie had moved up, revealing much of her legs and body.
Henry was suddenly struck by the *shape* of her. The *maturity* of her form. She had this tiny waist and these shapely thighs. He studied the curve of her body, the line of her beauty. And then there was her bum. She was wearing a small pair of knickers and they had ridden up between the cheeks of her arse, revealing the generously upholstered flesh of her buttocks.
*Blimey,* he thought to himself, *she's not my little girl anymore.*
There was nothing remotely sexual about his reaction to her that morning. If anything, he had been somewhat amused by this observation. But it was only a few days later when he had suggested she might want to sleep in her own bed from then on. Hannah had agreed, but she had been upset by his suggestion. She still wanted the comfort of being beside him each night.
But there was more to it than that.
Hannah was beginning to view her father in a *romantic* way. On some level, all girls, at one point or another, view their fathers in that way. It's a perfectly natural part of growing up. Girls will tease and flirt with them. They want to practice their powers of seduction; and their father may be the only adult male available. They may fantasise about them while they masturbate. Hannah *definitely* did that. A *lot.* However, over time, these feelings usually fade away and disappear. But with her, they did not. She had become fixated on him. Obsessed. It was kind of innocent, almost juvenile, to begin with. But eventually, it was to become very adult and serious. For both of them.
That was why Henry felt not the slightest compunction staring lustfully at his daughter's body, as she climbed out of the pool on this glorious summer's day. She was wearing a bright red bikini. It was, in theory at least, fairly conservative. But when you had a body like Hannah's, no bikini could truly be called conservative.
She brushed her long wet hair back over her shoulders, and walked towards him. He marvelled at her glistening flesh, beads of water dropping from her frame. He could see the muscles in her legs flex with every step. He could see the stud in her bellybutton flashing and glistening in the brilliant rays of sunlight. He could see her large breasts bounce and jiggle as gravity fought an ongoing battle with the straps of her bikini top. He could see her radiant smile as she approached him.
It was almost like she was moving in slow motion, like that scene from *Fast Times at Ridgemont High*, where a fantasy Phoebe Cates opens up her bikini top, putting her perky little tits on display. Well, Hannah was a *lot* bigger than Ms Cates, and she looked a lot hotter in *her* red swimsuit.
She picked up a towel and began drying her hair, then she lent down and kissed Henry on the top of his head. He lifted his hand up and rested it on her hip, gently fondling her wet flesh. He looked up and they kissed properly. Deeply. Passionately. She rubbed the rising mound in his trousers with her delicate hand.
"You want to go inside and fool around?" She whispered, squeezing his cock firmly.
"Define *fool around*?" He replied, his hand now cupping her buttock.
"Well, I was envisaging a few hours of fucking and sucking, for starters."
"Is that right?"
"Yes, with perhaps a little light sodomy thrown in."
"You do so *love* taking Daddy's cock up your arse, don't you?"
"I certainly do. You know it makes me cum like a lunatic."
"You'll have to give me half an hour. I have some important business of state to see to."
"Business of state?" She said with a smirk. "Sounds a bit pompous."
"Well, I have got a country to run, you know." He said, slapping her arse, lightly.
"Okay. Well, I'm going inside. I'm going to have a shower. I'll be waiting for you in bed. I have some absolutely *filthy* new lingerie I want to show you."
"Is that right?"
"Oh yes. It's incredible how items of clothing that are so *small* can be so *expensive.* And when I get dressed up in this stuff, it makes me so fucking horny."
"You're not the only one."
"Chances are, when you finally finish your important work and come find me, I'll be too busy playing with myself to notice."
With that, she stood up straight, turned round and walked back towards the main building. He watched her go, every step of the way, practically drooling at the sight of her buttocks rolling and jiggling along, her hips swaying seductively. Although the illicit lovers bent over backwards to keep their relationship a secret, they did tend to relax more at *Chequers*. His security team essentially left them alone and there was only a small domestic staff. At the weekend, they pretty much had the place to themselves, which was such a liberation. They could live as the couple they actually were, without a care in the world. No one knew what they were up to. They had no spectators. No audience.
Well, at least that's shat they thought.
As it turns out, Henry and Hannah did have an audience - of sorts - that sunny weekend morning. As the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland was playing glad hands with his nubile daughter, about three-quarters of a mile away, hidden in bushes and trees at the edge of a nearby field, a camera clicked and whirred.
Two spectators were paying very close attention indeed.
**5**
Gwyn Jones had been wrong when she said she had all the proof Al would need. She didn't. But she did have *some* proof. When she caught the PM and his daughter shagging in an office in Downing Street, she had been shocked and dumbfounded, to say the least. But she had also had the wherewithal to take out her mobile phone and capture the moment for posterity.
The clip was 37 seconds long and Al studied it very carefully. Gwyn had, somewhat reluctantly, let him download a copy and he was now watching it in his flat. The first thing to say was that the camerawork hadn't been very steady. The image was poor and sometimes obscured by her finger covering the lens of her phone. But the clip was disturbing, to say the least.
It was taken through the gap of a doorway, the door itself was just open a fraction. You could hear the sound of grunting and flesh slapping against flesh, before you could see any actual fucking. But pretty soon they came into focus. You could see what looked like two people having sex. Both of them had their backs to the camera. The guy had his trousers and boxers round his ankles, and his arse was thrusting back and forth. In front of him, bent over the desk, was a woman. His frame obscured most of her, but you could see a pair of black stockinged-legs, and a glimpse of creamy, white flesh.
Just before the clip ended, the woman turned her head round, looking back over her shoulder. Whoever she was, she had long red hair, a not dissimilar colour to his own daughter's hair (well, it would be if Siobhan hadn't spent most of the last few years colouring it various different shades of blue or purple). She also had a wide, lusty grin; one she was sharing with the guy who was currently banging her.
"Give it to me, Daddy. Fuck me harder." She said, shamelessly.
Then the clip ended. Al played it again. And again. And again. He studied it obsessively, examining it frame by frame. The man was basically unidentifiable, all you could see were his bum cheeks and his legs, but he appeared to be a similar size and shape to the Prime Minister. The girl he was fucking certainly looked like she *could* be Hannah Sellers, but nothing was definite. He needed more evidence. He needed confirmation.
So, that was why Al found himself traipsing through the undergrowth in a quiet part of Buckinghamshire, looking for an ideal vantage point to spy on Henry Sellers and his daughter. He wasn't on his own, either. Just behind him was *his* daughter, Siobhan.
Al had decided to keep this story to himself, for the moment. It seemed a little too shocking, a little too *explosive*, to be taken to his bosses. At least for now. He didn't know what to do with it, really. This was a major, *major* exclusive, if it turned out to be true. Possibly, the biggest story of his career. And Al believed it *was* true. In his gut, he *knew* it. Experienced journalists developed a sixth sense about these things. You could *smell* if a story was right. You could *feel* it in your bones. And Al had that feeling. Stronger than he could ever remember.
He had decided to take a trip out to the country, and he needed a photographer to go with him. There were *snappers* he knew, who he trusted, that he could've asked. But, he had decided he didn't want *anyone* at work to know. So, who could a) provide the necessary photographic equipment, and b) actually take the shots? He'd pondered this for a while, when suddenly inspiration had hit him.
Kasia Nowak - Al's sex worker *friend -* had been absolutely on the money when she had inquired of Siobhan how things were going at college. She *was* doing photography. It was part of a larger course devoted to communications and modern media. It was bloody expensive, another drain on Al's finances, but it did give her access to top-of-the-range cameras and long, telephoto lenses.
That was why she had joined him on this little expedition. They had parked up a mile or two away from the PM's country residence. Al had been told by some of the more experienced photographers at work where the best spots were for getting a good view. And so the two of them were traipsing through the undergrowth, carrying a pair of binoculars and an expensive, borrowed *Nikon* camera.
Siobhan hadn't needed much convincing to come with him. As far as she was concerned, it was all a big *adventure*. The whole thing seemed exciting and intriguing. She had been fascinated when he explained the allegations being made about the Prime Minister and his daughter.
"You mean they are shagging each other?" She asked, open-mouthed in astonishment.
"Apparently."
"Father and daughter? Having sex?"
"So my source tells me."
"Jesus! How did that happen?"
"I've no idea. I don't even know for certain if they are lovers. You can't really tell from the clip if it's really them."
"Clip?" She exclaimed. "What clip?"
And so Al explained who Mrs E was, and how there was moving footage of two people having sex. Siobhan insisted on seeing it. She sat next to him and he played her the clip. When it was finished, she didn't say anything for a few moments. She just sat there, looking kind of stunned. Then...
"Wow." She whispered.
"Yeah, *wow* is right."
They glanced at one another, the two of them sat on his bed, their hips touching. She looked slightly flushed and he noticed her nipples were hard. She was biting her bottom lip. Not for the first time, he desperately wanted to kiss her. Just lean over and press his mouth against hers. Lift his hand up and cup her breast. Push his tongue into her mouth. Wrap his arms round her. Pull her onto his lap. Make love to her.
But he restrained himself.
"So...so, you're going to publish this? Tell the whole world the Prime Minister is sticking his dick inside his daughter?"
"Well, that's a rather crude way of putting it. I don't think my editor would approve of that exact phrasing. But, in answer to your question, *no*. Not yet. I need more evidence than this."
"And how are you going to get that?"
"I have a couple of ideas."
The first one involved Al and Siobhan's little expedition out into the country. He'd asked her if she could get hold of a camera and she had said she could. He had also told her to dress *appropriately* as they were likely to be going *off road*. He wanted them to be inconspicuous as well. In both regards, she had ignored him completely. Siobhan had decided that *inconspicuous* meant dressing like a slutty schoolgirl. He couldn't believe what she was wearing when he picked her up that morning. She had chosen a pair of black, knee-high platform boots, white stockings, a green and black chequered mini-skirt that barely covered the crack of her arse, a tight white blouse and a striped tie. She even had her hair in pigtails, for Christ's sake.
He didn't say anything when she got in the car. He never commented on her dress or appearance these days, but it always shocked and disturbed him. The physical transformation she'd undergone in the last few years was profound. It seemed like only yesterday she had been his freckle-faced, red-haired *Pudding.* She was his favourite. She'd *always* been his favourite. The boys were great, but they had always been closer to their mother. Siobhan was definitely *his* child.
He had vivid memories of taking her out to play when she was tiny; running around with her in the park. Pushing her back and forth on a swing. Carrying her on his back, her little arms wrapped round his neck, her little legs wrapped round his waist, her body wriggling against his. He remembered reading bedtime stories to her, as she fell asleep on his lap.
And now look at her.
A sexy little goth, covered in tattoos and piercings. Her *insanely* voluptuous body practically bursting out of her tight, provocative clothes. She was so sexualised. So *tempting*. She must be totally unaware of the effect she was having on him. She had to be. The alternative was just too bizarre to contemplate. There was no way she could be doing this on purpose, surely?
Consciously, no she wasn't. *Probably.* But Siobhan was every bit as fascinated with her father as he was with her. She had worshipped him her entire life. He was her dad, after all, she was supposed to worship him. He was this incredible vital presence in her world. This larger than life figure who she had adored ever since she was a baby.
He was charming and clever and funny. He was sexy too, although she wouldn't realise that until she was much older. She knew she wanted to be with him more than anyone else though. She'd known that right from the start.
"When I get older, will you marry me Daddy?" She had asked him one night, as he was tucking her into bed.
"What do you mean, Pudding?" He had asked her, half a smile on his face.
"I can be your wife, and you can be my husband." She said to him, with adorable earnestness. She must have been four or five at the time.
"Well, daddies don't usually marry their daughters."
"I want you to marry me."
"And what about Mummy?"
She screwed up her face in intense concentration.
"She won't mind."
"Won't she?"
"No. She knows you love me more, so she'll be happy for us."
"Oh that's okay then." He said, barely able to suppress a chuckle. He leant down and kissed her soft forehead, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. "Best dreams, Pudding."
She reached up and repeated the motion, stroking *his* cheek. "Best dreams, Daddy."
He watched her for a few moments, as her eyelids became heavy and she fell asleep. He could never imagine loving another human being as much as he did her at that moment.
But despite his feelings for her and her brothers, Al would be absent much of the time. His work was the culprit to begin with, but then his libido played a crucial role. He never lost his weakness for young, large-breasted women and there was always an admiring colleague at work, or someone on the road, who would be happy to oblige him.
Siobhan never knew why her parents split up, but she always blamed her mother. This wasn't remotely fair, but children can often be cruel, especially when they don't have all the facts. She was unaware of her father's rather *relaxed* attitude when it came to monogamy. All she knew was that one day she'd been told he would be moving out. She had been heartbroken and she pleaded with him to stay. Then she had insisted she would go with him, but he had explained that would not be possible. So, she went to her bedroom, curled up in a ball and wept and wept until she fell asleep.
He was never a constant presence after that. Sometimes she would see him fairly regularly, but then there were periods where he would disappear. He was a selfish man in many ways, but Siobhan loved him so much, she could never hold him responsible for anything. The way she continued to treat Monica was fairly abominable, but teenage girls don't always get along with their mothers.
Then, when she was about fourteen, something rather shocking happened. When Al's boys started attending a fee-paying school, they were very much following in their sister's footsteps. Siobhan had gone to a fairly expensive public school for girls. She was a day pupil, rather than a boarder, but it was not unusual for her to stay on after class, to pursue various sporting pastimes or non-academic interests. One afternoon, she was supposed to be playing hockey, but a family emergency for their teacher meant they were all sent home early. Siobhan got a lift from the mother of a girl who lived quite near to her home.
She was dropped off at the end of the road and she walked lazily up to her front door. As she approached, she saw her father's car parked on the gravel drive. Her heart leapt and, excited at the prospect of seeing her Daddy, she ran up to the front door, rummaging through her school bag for her key. But as she did so, from the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of movement through the front window. She walked over slowly and leant against the pane of glass, gazing in at the activity taking place in the living room.
She saw two naked figures. To begin with, she couldn't compute the fact they were naked, whoever they were. This sight was so alien, so unusual for her, she didn't realise what she was seeing. But, fairly quickly they came into focus and she understood what was going on. Her mother was on her hands and knees, in front of the fireplace, facing away from the window. Behind her was a naked man, and he was fucking her with lusty abandon. Siobhan could see the muscles in his legs and buttocks pulse and strain as his hips moved back and forth. He had his hands firmly gripped round her mother's waist, and Siobhan could see her large breasts swing in rhythm with the movement of his body.
It was only then did she realise the naked man was her father. She gasped. Her mouth fell wide open. She was utterly astonished, utterly dumbfounded by what she was seeing. She knew what sex was. She was a teenage girl in an age where everyone had easy access to the internet. She knew they were *fucking*. She even knew they were doing it *doggy style*. But she still couldn't reconcile the facts as they appeared before her.
*Were they getting back together?* She wondered. *Will Daddy be moving back in?*
She stood and watched them for a few minutes, in many ways, completely scandalised about what she was seeing. She looked at him more than her. Looked at his body. He was in great shape, *for a Dad*, she thought. After a while she felt she'd seen enough. She didn't want to get caught, that would be way too embarrassing. So she ran away, ending up on a park bench. She sat there, dazed and confused.
Seeing sex online was one thing but Siobhan had never seen sex up close and personal like that. She had never seen sex in such a raw and visceral way. Especially involving her mother and father. Yuck! Her own sexuality was not yet developed. She was still essentially a child. She had not been aroused by what she had seen, not really, although the thought of her father in that situation would become a go-to masturbatory aid when she was older. For now, she was just confused.
And *jealous.*
She wouldn't admit that to herself for a long time, but she had been very jealous. It's not that she wanted to have sex with him, not yet, but she always thought *she* was the person who was closest to her father. Closer than *anyone*. But clearly her mother was still close to him in a way she could not be. That thought unnerved her, *upset* her.
Eventually, she returned home. Her parents were dressed and acting like nothing unusual had happened. Al gave her a kiss and she tried to smell her mother on him. There was no trace. They had no great announcement for her either, and pretty soon he left. She went to her room and sat on her bed, a strange mood of uncertainty falling on her shoulders.
Siobhan was not to know that this sexual assignation was hardly a one-off. Almost as soon as they got together, Al and Monica had realised their marriage was a terrible mistake. They didn't get on all that well, often they didn't even like each other. But there was one area where they were perfectly in tune.
Sex.
The sex was always fantastic. Even in the darkest depths of their marital problems, they still fucked like knives. The two of them could have the loudest, angriest, plate-smashing, face-slapping row; but eventually they'd be rutting like beasts. The physical attraction between them was *profound*. So, every so often, after they got divorced, they would meet up and fuck. It was something they kept from the kids, certain it would only lead to confusion and awkward conversations, but their fooling around carried on for years, even after Monica got remarried. Her attitude to monogamy was hardly beyond reproach either.
Neither of her parents knew that Siobhan had caught them that day, she never let on, but Al's relationship with his daughter changed quite markedly after that. She was a lot more distant with him, less tactile, less physically affectionate. He had noticed this *evolution* and regretted it deeply; but he dismissed it as a consequence of her adolescence. She wasn't a little girl anymore, something he would notice more and more in the coming years, and he assumed this was just a natural process; she was just growing up and *away* from him.
Soon, the two of them would be much *closer* than they could ever imagine.
They had walked about half a mile, through fairly treacherous terrain, when they reached an old stone wall, circling a large field, on the edge of a large forest. Ancient oak trees towered over them as they crouched down together, hiding behind the wall.
"Jesus, you never said we'd have to go hiking!" She exclaimed.
"Well, I did tell you to dress for the outdoors."
"I'm wearing boots."
"Yes, I suppose you are."
She was knelt next to him, her short skirt riding up, once more revealing a wide section of creamy thigh. Her blouse was tight and stretched out across her chest, straining to contain her bust. She was wearing black lipstick and matching eyeliner. Most of her arms were exposed and he could see all her tattoos. She didn't have *sleeves* as such, but there was a lot of *work* available for inspection.
Al stood up and peered over the wall, bringing the binoculars to his eyes. He could see the big house in the distance, and he could also see a small figure sat alone on a large patio in the grounds. Siobhan stood up next to him, he was conscious of her close physical proximity, and she lifted up the camera.
"Is that him?" She asked.
"I assume so, but I can't tell for sure. I can't imagine it would be anyone else."
"Where's his little slut?"
"Siobhan, please!" He said, raising his voice in admonition.
"Well, that's what she is."
"We don't know that. We don't know their situation. We don't know for certain if they're sleeping together. And *if* they are, we don't know who initiated it."
"I think she's a slut." She said, mostly to herself.
"Wait a sec. I think he's sat next to a swimming pool. Can you see splashing water?"
"Yes, I think you're right." Siobhan replied, snapping away with the camera.
Soon enough, another figure appeared, climbing out of the pool. They could see a young woman, wearing a red bikini.
"Jesus! What a prick-tease!" Siobhan whispered.
*Fuck me, she's a little hottie, isn't she?* Al thought. *No wonder he's fucking her.*
Al glanced at Siobhan out of the corner of his eye. She seemed entirely oblivious to his attention, as she rattled off a series of snaps. He peered through the binoculars again and he saw that the couple in the distance were talking to each other. Then she walked off towards the house.
"She's moving." Siobhan said, stating the bleeding obvious.
"Okay, let's wait and see whether he joins her."
"Is it safe here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, presumably he's got security? Might they see us and arrest us?"
"I think we'll be all right. We're far enough away to be out of danger."
Siobhan seemed content with that answer and continued staring through the viewfinder of her camera. Al took a step back and stretched his legs. He walked over to the trunk of a tree a few feet away. He turned round and rested against it. Then he looked up and gasped.
His daughter wasn't all that tall, although the platform boots she had on certainly helped. Even so, she could barely see over the top of the wall. She was draped against the ancient stonework, up on tiptoes. He could see the muscles in her legs straining, as she tried to maintain her vantage point. Her arms were up, holding the camera, and he could see the base of her spine. Emblazoned over the smooth skin of her back was a *tramp stamp*. A celtic pattern engraved into her flesh. He thought she'd only bothered with tattoos on her arms. But now he knew differently.
The tramp stamp was bad enough, but there was something else that had attracted his attention. Siobhan's skirt really was *indecently* short and from where he was stood, he could see a not insignificant amount of her arse cheeks. Her big fat *juicy* arse cheeks. Worse than that, he was almost certain she wasn't wearing any knickers. He couldn't be a hundred percent sure, the light wasn't great in their sheltered position, but he thought he could catch a glimpse of her pussy.
Al sighed deeply, staring at his daughter's body. His cock was rock hard. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her.
*How sweet would that pussy be?* He wondered. He imagined what it would be like to creep up behind her, sink down to his knees and bury his face in her gash, and find out firsthand. What would she do when she felt his hot breath against her exposed naked skin? Would she scream? Would she freak out? Or would she just smile to herself knowingly, set the camera down on the top of the wall, and reach round to lift up her skirt, giving him easier access to her snatch? Would she push back, rubbing her arse in his face, letting his tongue slither inside her, lapping away as her cunt-juice dribbled down her legs?
Or perhaps he could unzip his fly and fish his cock out? She was in the perfect position to get fucked. He could come up behind her and just slip his dick inside her. With one hand, he would grab hold of her waist, with the other he would take a firm grip of her shoulder. The wall would steady the pair of them and he would be able to pound away at her, until she was screaming out like a madwoman.
*Just how tight is her cunt?* He wondered. *Just how tight is my daughter's cunt?*
He almost felt himself taking a step forward, when Siobhan suddenly turned round.
"He's gone back inside." She said.
"Oh. Okay. Uh...I suppose we should go then."
So flummoxed and discombobulated was he by his erotic, *incestuous* musings, Al hadn't heard his daughter gasp. He didn't notice her staring at him, a strange look on her face. He didn't know that when she'd turned round to report the latest update on their little spy mission, she had seen his erection.
*He got hard, looking at me,* she thought to herself. A realisation that made her pussy gush in furious arousal. It's a good job they were outside, or he would almost certainly have been able to smell her profound sexual excitement.
The two of them began their return journey. Walking through the same overgrown path they had traversed earlier. Siobhan moaned and bitched, exactly the same way she had when they were travelling in the opposite direction, but Al remained silent. All kinds of strange thoughts were floating through his mind, most of them centred on his lubricious daughter.
So lost was he in sinful contemplation he almost missed the fact that she had fallen over. Her outfit had been ridiculously inappropriate for their situation, inappropriate in *any* situation, and she had eventually paid the inevitable price. Tripping over the roots of a tree, she tumbled down a grass verge and ended up flat on her back.
She screamed for Al's attention and soon enough he was scrambling down to join her. She was leaning backwards on her elbows, with her legs folded up in front of her. She was a little shaken by her fall, but she didn't think she'd hurt herself in any way. Maybe a few scratches, but nothing serious.
He stood over her, looking down at her.
"Are you okay, Pudding?" He asked, as he crouched down in front of her. "You're not hurt at...Jesus!"
Al's outburst of blasphemy was sudden, but entirely understandable in the circumstances. As he had moved closer to his daughter, aiming to help her up, she had, without warning, quite deliberately spread her legs apart a few inches, exposing her naked cunt to his gaze. She had done it on purpose, even though she wasn't entirely sure *why* she had done it. But she felt so horny, sat there on display, her twat enflamed and sopping wet.
He looked at her for a few moments, his eyes darting between her face and her gash. She looked back at him and smiled. A ridiculously self-satisfied smirk. She wanted to touch herself; lick her fingers and then rub her clit. She wanted to masturbate in front of him, put on a real show of shameless self abuse. Then he could lift her back on to her feet and fuck her, up against one of the trees. The rough bark rubbing against her skin as his prick slid in and out of her cunt.
*Do it, Daddy!* She screamed inside her head. *Fuck me! Fuck your little girl!*
But he didn't. Instead he grabbed hold of her hands and pulled her up. She brushed herself down, looking for any injuries and finding none. Then they walked back to the car in silence. She tried to ostentatiously flash him again, as she got in the car, but he was very pointedly looking in another direction.
**6**
A mile or so away, Henry Sellers had gone looking for Hannah. His powers of self control failed him after about ten minutes. He was on a *promise*. A promise in the shape of his sexy daughter. The affairs of state could wait, he had affairs of a *very* different order in mind. A long afternoon of obscene debauchery lay ahead of him. So, he was heading straight to the main bedroom, his dick rapidly stiffening in his trousers.
Both here and at Downing Street, they were careful to continue the illusion of using two separate bedrooms, but they slept together each and every night. The fiction was maintained by the use of a connecting door. They would spend the night in each other's arms and then in the early hours of the morning, Hannah would sneak off back to her own room. Usually, at the weekend, they didn't have to keep up this ruse. It was one of the joys of his life to wake up with his daughter's - usually *naked* - body draped all over him. Her head resting on his chest, her arm stretched out, her breasts pressed against his stomach. He would gently caress her body, waiting for her beautiful blue eyes to open. She would greet him with a shy smile and a tender kiss.
She was in bed already, when he got there. He opened the door slowly and peered inside. Exactly as promised, she was masturbating; sat at the far end of the mattress, supported by a pile of pillows laid out against the headboard. Also as promised, she was wearing lingerie, although her underwear was so scanty, it barely qualified for the term. She had on a light blue, half-cup bra that barely contained her breasts; her erect nipples were almost totally exposed. Accompanying it was a tiny g-string that barely covered her slit. If she had any pubic hair, it would have been entirely on show. She was also wearing a garter belt and black stockings.
Her legs were spread wide apart, so wide he could see her inner thigh muscles straining. She had one hand between her legs, rubbing away at her clit or fingering her twat. The other was pulling and twisting at her nipples. He knew from first hand experience that she liked her tits to be seriously *abused* when she was having sex. Her breasts were often bruised from the brutal treatment they received, usually from *her* rather than *him.* He was normally a bit squeamish about being too rough with her, but she liked to be fucked *hard.*
He studied her face closely. Her eyes were shut and she had a look of intense concentration about her. She was moaning and groaning softly as she continued to play with herself. Every so often she would pull her hand out of her knickers and bring it to her mouth. Then she would lick and taste herself, her tongue slithering between her glistening, sticky fingers, lapping up her tart cunt-juice.
Henry walked up to the foot of the bed and took off his t-shirt, dropping it to the floor. Her eyes opened slightly. She squinted at him, with a sexy smile on her face.
"Hello, Daddy." She whispered.
"Hello, my angel." He replied, his voice thick with lustful desire.
"I thought you had a country to run?" She said, dryly.
"I do. But I've got a daughter to fuck first."
He grabbed hold of her by the ankles, feeling the soft nylon of her stockings against his fingers, and dragged her down the bed towards him. She yelped as he did so, but she offered no resistance. He pulled her hand out of her underwear and brought it to *his* mouth. Hannah's sexual fluids were like the finest nectar of the gods, there was *nothing* he liked the taste of more.
"I love your bra and knickers." He said.
"That's a slightly *uncouth* way of saying it, but thank you nonetheless."
"You said this stuff was expensive?"
"Oh yes."
"How expensive?"
"Very."
"That's a shame." He said, as he ripped her g-string in two, tearing it off her body.
She laughed, caring not a jot at the loss of her costly underthings. Daddy was acting out the role he was born to play, that of *alpha male*, and that was all that mattered. She loved being his little plaything, his little fuck-toy. As a couple - despite the age difference, despite the fact he was her *father* and he was Prime Minister - they were partners. Equals. But when it came to sex, he was definitely in charge. And that's how they both liked it. She was super submissive in bed. She might tease him, play with him, but ultimately she wanted him to *dominate* her, *use* her. He was the boss, and she was more than happy to cede control. She trusted him completely. She loved him totally. She knew he would never do anything to hurt her...unless she asked him to, of course. And sometimes she did.
He lifted her torn knickers up to his face, inhaling her powerful smell. Then he stuffed the shreds of cloth into his mouth, sucking at the juices soaked up in the lacy material. After thirty seconds or so, he spat her knickers out onto the bed, and he began taking off his trousers. She took this opportunity to remove her bra, so now she was lying there, wearing nothing but her garter belt and stockings.
Without saying another word, he lay down on top of her naked body and slid his dick inside her. It entered her with consummate ease, so experienced were they in this act of forbidden love. As he penetrated her, a familiar series of thoughts floated through her brain.
*My Daddy is fucking me.*
*My Daddy's cock is inside me..*
*I am my Daddy's lover.*
*I am my Daddy's whore.*
This had become a sort of forbidden catechism she would always recite to herself when they made love. On occasion, she would say some or all of it out loud. It excited her, it gave her an extra naughty thrill. She wanted to revel in the nastiness, the *wrongness* of what they were doing. She truly respected the solemnity and power of *incest.*
Henry fucked her for a few minutes, squeezing and fondling her breasts as he did so. Then he stopped, looking down at her.
"I think you said something about a little light sodomy?" He remarked, with a questioning eyebrow raised.
"Of course. Whatever you want."
He stood up, withdrew his cock and, with remarkable ease, flipped her over onto her front. He lightly slapped one of her buttocks, with the palm of his hand leaving a faint imprint.
"On your hands and knees." He ordered.
She did as he told her, lifting her bum up into the air, her little puckered anus fully exposed, winking at him just a fraction. He thought about getting some lubrication, they always had a tube of KY Jelly somewhere about the place, but she had been particularly wet when he fucked her. *Her own cunt juice should do the job,* he thought. *But, better to be safe than sorry*, he said to himself as he buried his face between the cheeks of her arse.
Rimming was a sexual pastime they both enjoyed immensely. They had partaken of it almost from the first time they slept together. He had been frankly quite shocked by just how *dirty* his little girl was, when they began having sex. Her *relaxed* attitude had proven to be quite the Godsend in the two years or so they'd been fucking each other. Hannah was open to pretty much *whatever* he wanted to do.
He licked her anus for a minute or two, sinking his fingers into the fleshy mounds of her buttocks. She had a big sexy bum and he *loved* to kiss and lick and bite it. His tongue probed and burrowed inside her hot hole, his saliva running down the cheeks of her arse, dripping onto the bed. Then he stood up, licking his lips eagerly, before pushing his cock inside her.
She gasped, as his thick pole entered her. Her head dropped down onto the bed and she felt the cool, smooth silk of the sheets against her sweaty skin. Henry began to pick up a steady rhythm, his turgid dick slamming inside her bowels. Her whole body shook with every thrust. He held her firmly at the waist, as he pounded away at her arse. He had to admit, she was quite a sight, stretched out on the bed in front of him; one arm reaching out ahead of her, grabbing hold of the bedding, the other hidden underneath her body, rubbing her clit once more.
He marvelled at her shape, her sensual form. The long expanse of her soft, smooth back, leading down to the dimples at the base of her spine. The obscene upturn of her buttocks, the succulent, juicy flesh of her cheeks. Her legs spread wide, thick and shapely. The contrast between the creamy white texture of her skin and the shiny surface of her black stockings.
And then there was the sight of his cock, swallowed whole by her perfect anal passage. His daughter's arsehole welcoming him inside her, without hesitation or complaint. He loved its tightness. He loved its heat. He pulled his dick all the way out and she was fully dilated now, a dark gaping hole between the impossibly luscious mounds of her bum. He leaned over, lining up his mouth with her anus. Then, he dropped a big glob of saliva. He hit the target first time, and it disappeared inside her. Her sphincter twitched momentarily, then he rammed his prick back inside and resumed the intense butt-fucking.
Both of them were grunting and moaning and panting, their bodies covered in sweat. He could feel it dripping down his back and forehead, stinging his eyes. Hannah had already cum multiple times, and was droning like a siren as they fucked. Henry could feel his own orgasm brewing, as his balls tightened and his cock continued to swell. He could cum inside her, normally that was both their preference, but sometimes he wanted something a little more *visual.*
He withdrew his cock and slapped it against her buttocks a few times.
"Turn around." He said, sternly. "Daddy wants you to suck his dirty cock."
She immediately did as she was told, shifting round quickly and wrapping her lips round his prick. The *dirty cock* thing was just talk. Hannah had known anal sex was going to be on the menu that afternoon, she had suggested it, so she had made sure she was properly *prepared*, and scrupulously clean. It was more a symbolic thing, the act in of itself. Letting her own biological father fuck her up the arse, and then sucking him off the moment he withdrew. So *wrong.* So *nasty.*
He lasted a couple more minutes, but pretty soon he was ready to cum. Henry pulled out and began jerking off in front of her. She opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. Then he suddenly erupted, ribbons of creamy jizz shooting out of his dick and landing on her face. Long stripes of it, on her chin, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. Like the best little girl, like the best little porn star, she didn't flinch or move. She took his full load, happily.
"Thank you, Daddy." She squeaked out, before licking her lips.
"No, thank *you*, sweetheart." He replied, leaning down to kiss her, her face glazed with his cum.
Eventually, they made their way into the bathroom, both of them ending up in the tub. They spent a leisurely hour or two just fooling around a little. A little groping, a little stroking, a dash of mutual masturbation. Then they washed each other's hair. It was a blissful moment of quiet intimacy, where they felt utterly safe and utterly secure. Both Henry and Hannah lived with this dark secret in their lives, a shadow constantly hanging over them. An undercurrent of tension that, in truth, never really dissipated. What would happen if people found out? What would happen if people discovered their *secret*?
But at times like this, that all seemed so far away. There was just him and her, and this crazy love they had unearthed and shared together. But if they ever really believed their secret was safe, they were about to discover how wrong they were.
**7**
Once they got back to the flat, Siobhan promptly connected her camera - well, her *college's* camera - to Al's laptop. Nothing was said about their encounter, after she had fallen over. Nothing was said about how she had spread her legs and flashed him her cunt. Both of them thought about it, though. A lot.
She had taken more than a hundred photos but most of them were entirely innocent. Half of them just showed what they assumed was Henry Sellers sat with his back to them. But then Hannah Sellers - and they could see it *was* Hannah Sellers - climbed out of the pool to join him.
"Christ, she looks amazing in that bikini." Siobhan said, mournfully. "I wish I had a body like her's."
"Don't be daft Pud. You've got a great body." He said, immediately regretting saying anything.
"I'm fat. Why do you think you call me Pudding?"
"No. No, you're not. You're very beautiful." Al was committed now. "You're just as good looking as she is."
She smiled, blushing a little. Al wasn't just bullshitting her because she was his daughter. He meant every word. Hannah Sellers looked like she was perhaps a little bit taller than Siobhan, and she was almost certainly a tad slimmer, but in many ways they could pass for sisters. They were both redheads - although Siobhan's hair hadn't been that natural colour for a couple of years now - and they were both very *voluptuous.* Al knew exactly how lovely his daughter's body was, he'd seen almost every inch of it up close just an hour or so earlier. Especially her baby smooth snatch.
The photos themselves weren't exactly damning, but they were certainly *suggestive*. You could see the easy intimacy that existed between them. It was there in the way Henry's hand rested casually on her hip, or how she showed absolutely no inhibitions as she dried her body in front of him. There were photos that seemed to show them kissing, but the position of Henry's lounger meant it was hard to see properly. If you saw these pictures and you didn't know these two people were related to one another, you might easily assume they were lovers. But these photos were not conclusive. They wouldn't be enough.
When Siobhan had asked him how we would get evidence of Henry and Hannah's misdeeds, he had told her he had a couple of ideas. One of them had been their little day trip out in to the country, which had only been partly successful. That was hardly a surprise. Al had always thought it unlikely he would catch the PM *in the act*, out in the open*.* It's not as if he was likely to get a photo of them fucking in the garden at Chequers.
So Plan A had not exactly hit pay dirt.
Al hoped Plan B might be more successful. And Plan B involved a guy called *Noodles.*
He was a techie, a geek, a gamer, a computer expert. Al had met him when he'd done a story about cyber-crime. The somewhat unusual name came from the fact he seemed to exist purely on a diet of Pot Noodles. He always had a cup on the go, his conversation regularly punctuated by the slurping sound of high fat, high salt, convenience food disappearing into his mouth.
Noodles liked everything to be done face to face. For a man who understood the scope and range of what once had been called the information superhighway, he was quite averse to communicating online. He lived just off an industrial estate, not far from Colliers Wood. His home was a large lock-up garage. It was a dark, dank place, mostly illuminated by the dozens of computer screens that flickered with activity. In one corner, there was a camp bed, a small fridge and a Primus stove. There was a sink nearby, with a garden hose snaking out of it. Al assumed this was what Noodles used to wash himself, although he never asked about the details.
Siobhan had insisted on coming along with him. She had become deeply invested in the whole thing, for reasons he could only guess at. She was being far more chatty about the subject of Henry Sellers' potentially incestuous love life than she had been about any topic he could remember.
"How do you think it began?" She'd asked him, and not for the first time, as she swiped through the photos of Henry and Hannah she had taken of them a day or two before.
"I don't know. Maybe he forced himself on her?"
"That's not what it looks like from the video of them fucking. Or these photos. She seems to be just as into this as he is. Perhaps more so."
"Yeah, but he could've been *grooming* her since she was a kid. If you abuse a child long enough, the child might tell itself it's not being abused. Maybe she's convinced herself she's part of a relationship and not a victim."
"You don't know that!" Siobhan shouted, suddenly. "You don't know she's a victim!"
"Well, whatever it is, it's pretty bloody weird. Fathers don't just fuck their daughters for no reason!"
Siobhan stared at him for a moment, and then looked down at the laptop in front of her. She didn't say anything for a while, and he assumed the conversation was over. But then, she suddenly piped up again.
"Look at all these photos."
He walked up behind her, looking over her shoulder at the computer screen. Again, he was wholly conscious of their physical proximity and the heat her body generated. She had Googled hundreds of images of Henry and Hannah together. Pictures of the couple stood outside Downing Street. Pictures of them on the election campaign together. Pictures of them embracing after he had given his conference speech. This handsome older man and his gorgeous daughter.
"You can see how close they are." Siobhan said, quietly. "Just look at them. Once you know they are together, I mean *together* together, you can see it. You can see it in the way they look at each other. They're in love. Totally in love. See at the way she gazes up at him? The adoration in her eyes?"
"You mean you don't look at me like that?" Al said, lightheartedly. But Siobhan's face remained totally unmoved.
"I think it's romantic."
"Don't be daft."
"No, I think it *is*. He lost his wife, she lost her mother, and they took *comfort* in each other. It's really rather beautiful, if you think about it."
Al didn't say anything and Siobhan continued swiping through pictures online. Once again, he assumed the topic had been dropped. But, once again, he was wrong.
"Look at these pictures."
She pointed out a photo of Henry Sellers walking into what looked like the entrance of a leisure centre. Hannah was with him, and they were holding hands.
"That's election night. It's the count for his constituency." Al said.
"See what she's wearing?"
Al looked at the photo. He could see she had on a pair of knee-high boots, a dark pair of what he assumed were tights, a short-ish black dress and a maroon jacket.
"She appears to be wearing clothes..."
"Okay, smart-arse. Look at this."
She brought up another photo, this time showing Henry on a stage in what appeared to be a large gymnasium. Hannah was stood a few feet behind him, along with a row of other people. These were the other candidates in his election, his defeated rivals.
"What am I supposed to be looking for?"
"Look at his daughter."
Al did so and once again he was struck by how beautiful Hannah Sellers was. Some of the more low-rent tabloids had taken to calling her Hannah the Hottie. Al disliked the crudeness, the glibness, but he couldn't really disagree with the sentiment.
"Yes, and?"
"Look at her! Look. At. Her. Look at what she's wearing. Or, more precisely, *not* wearing."
Suddenly Al got it. It was obvious once you knew.
"She's not wearing her tights."
"Yes! One point for Albert bloody Einstein here. She's taken her tights off. And look at this one."
Another photo popped up, showing Henry and Hannah stood together. He had presumably finished giving his acceptance speech and she had her arms wrapped round him.
"Look at their faces." Siobhan said softly.
"They're *glowing*. They look flushed."
"Yes. They look like they've just had sex."
"I doubt it. It's just the television lights. The election was in the Summer, it was hot."
"No. Look at the way she's looking at him. Look at the way his hand is resting on her hip. They might as well have just lit up a post-coital cigarette. They'd *definitely* just been fucking."
As it happens, Siobhan had been absolutely on the money. Fucking was exactly what Henry and Hannah had been doing. Right there, only a few feet away from officials, police officers, volunteers, journalists and member of the public.
They had arrived at the count at around two in the morning. It had indeed taken place at a local leisure centre. Multiple counts were taking place for a handful of constituencies. But the only one anyone really cared about was *his.* He'd seen the results that had already come in, and it was clear now that the Government had lost their majority. It looked like it was going to be a hung parliament, and it also looked like his party might end up being the largest.
Henry knew he was almost certainly going to be prime minister.
Hannah was glued to her phone, following the coverage online. She could see all the Tory seats that were falling, all the gains they were making. She understood the figures as well as anyone. *Better* than anyone. Democracy was taking place right before her eyes. Hannah was a political junkie. Bearing in mind her background and her family situation, that was hardly a surprise. And if you happen to be a political junkie, election night is like a World Cup final and a Super Bowl rolled into one. Times a *million*. She was perched on a desk, her legs crossed in front of her.
Henry was stood about twenty feet away, talking to his advisers, but staring intently at his daughter. He gazed at her, *examined* her. Those fabulous, *fuck-me* boots she'd insisted on wearing. Her long, shapely legs. The impressive swell of her chest. The childlike beauty of her delicate face. The infuriatingly sexy way she kept brushing a lock of her lustrous hair behind her ear, as she swiped at her phone.
In the end, it was all too much for Henry. *She* was too much.
He curtly dismissed his aides and strode across the room to his daughter. She didn't look up, as she was too engrossed with the electoral story playing out on the screen of her smartphone, but she did casually reach out to take his hand. Henry leant down, brought his mouth to her ear and whispered.
"I need to be *inside* you, right now."
Hannah almost came right there and then. Her phone instantly dropped to her lap, all interest in the election suddenly gone. She gasped, blushed and looked up at him, a questioning look on her face.
"I mean right *fucking now.*" He said, sternly.
The physical reaction in her was almost instantaneous. Her pupils dilated. She started to lick her lips. Her nipples visibly hardened. Her cunt began gushing fluid.
The two of them smiled knowingly at one another, and she stood up. Henry summoned one of his advisers, a young woman not much older than Hannah.
"I need to be alone with my daughter for a moment or two. This is a big night for us and there are things we want to *share* together, away from the press."
"Of course, I totally understand. Give me a minute." The adviser said.
She disappeared and the two of them stood there, hand in hand. If you knew the truth about their *relationship*, you would see the waves of horniness emanating off of them. They might as well have had a big sign round their necks, saying, *we are about to get it on.* Hannah was practically bouncing from one foot to the other, desperate to be penetrated by her father's cock, her knickers were already soaked. Henry *looked* a little more composed, but inside he was a seething cauldron of lust.
Eventually, the adviser returned. She said she'd found somewhere, but it wasn't ideal. There was an out of service toilet block at the back of the building. Henry and Hannah didn't care. They just needed to be together. Anywhere would do. The adviser led them through the busy gymnasium, where the counting of votes proceeded apace. Then they went through a couple of corridors , until they arrived at a blue door, with a temporary *No Entry* sign on it. A police officer stood in front of it.
"This is Constable...Maguire." The adviser said, straining to look at his name badge. "He'll stand watch and make sure you won't be disturbed. Take as long as you need."
"Thank you." Henry said. "And thank you, Constable."
"My honour, sir." The young man said. He looked like he was barely out of school, a pattern of acne still present on his chin and nose. "I just want you to know, I voted for you."
"Well, thank you very much."
"My first vote in a general election."
"That's great. Thanks."
"Do you mind if I have a selfie with you, sir?"
"Uh...sure."
The young policeman took a moment to fish out his phone and turned the camera on. Then the four of them - Henry, Hannah, Henry's adviser and Constable Maguire - smiled for the photo. Two of these people were about to have sex; the other two were not.
Finally, after a few more pleasantries were exchanged, Henry and Hannah entered the room and closed the door behind them. It was a gents lavatory, with a row of urinals on one side and hand basins along the other. At the far end were three toilet stalls. Henry turned the lock on the door and stood, watching Hannah, as she walked to the middle of the room. The sound of her high-heeled boots beat out a staccato rhythm on the cracked, tiled floor.
Suddenly, she spun around and ran into his arms. She was laughing riotously as she did it. He wrapped himself round her and lifted her up, spinning her round in a circle, like he had done so many times when she was a child. Then they came to a halt and kissed passionately.
"You did it!" She screamed. "You did it!"
"*We* did it." He replied. "And it's a bit early yet."
"Bollocks. The Tories have lost, and we're the biggest party. You'll be in Number Ten by lunchtime."
She leaned forward and kissed him some more. Her tongue was insistent and forceful in his mouth. Then she pulled away from him, a crooked smile on her face. They'd come here to *fuck*, not talk about politics. She walked away, moving towards one of the hand basins. She faced the wall, a long mirror stretching across the width of the room. She bent over and placed her hands on the porcelain. Then she reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it up until it was hitched up round her waist. Her bum was thrust outwards, on display, ready to be mounted. By her *father.* He could see her tights and the thong she was wearing beneath them. Then she turned her head towards him.
"I believe you said something about needing to be *inside* me?"
Henry didn't say a word. Instead, he just strode across the room, until he was stood behind her. He grabbed hold of the back of her tights and tore them open, ripping them away from her body. She yelped in surprise and arousal, as he did so. Then he tore off her thong in a similar fashion. She was looking at him in the mirror, as he ripped her underwear to shreds.
He unzipped his fly and fished out his dick. It was hard and almost glowing with a furious, sexual rage. Without a word, without a thought, he slammed it inside her. Balls deep. She groaned as he entered her. Then he grabbed hold of her hips and began pounding away at her cunt. Hannah held on to the basin as he fucked her, her knuckles white from the intensity of her grip. They stared at each other in the mirror, never losing eye contact, big stupid grins on their faces. Utter *joy*. Utter *bliss.* The slap, slap, slap of flesh against flesh echoed round the room. Her buttocks jiggled like softly set jelly as his cock slid in and out of her.
He leaned forward a little, over her shoulder, and without warning spat a large dollop of saliva onto the mirror. She gasped, and he felt her pussy twitch and tighten round his cock. Before the frothy white liquid could roll too far down the glass, Hannah opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and promptly licked most of it up. He lifted a hand and pressed her face against the mirror, rubbing one cheek against the streaks of moisture that remained, as he kissed the other.
"How does it feel to be fucked by the prime minister?" He asked her.
"Nice." She replied. "How does it feel to be fucking your daughter?"
He laughed and stepped up the assault on her cunt, knowing he wasn't going to last that much longer. The pair of them were so turned on, their sexual release was imminent. Her tight, tight twat was doing such a number on the sensitive head of his cock, any self control he might have was slipping away. Suddenly, he erupted inside her. His creamy semen filling her up, bathing her unprotected pussy. She came, the very second his spunk splashed against the sugary walls of her cunt.
He rested his head on her shoulder, both of them silent, except for their heavy panting breath. After a few moments, he pulled out and turned round, sitting on the edge of the hand basin next to hers. He glanced down at her curvaceous, exposed bottom, seeing his finger prints on her flushed, sweaty flesh. He reached out and fondled her buttock, squeezing her cheek, marvelling at the soft, seductive feel of her skin.
She looked up at him.
"I love you *so* much, you know that, don't you?" She whispered.
"Not as much as I love you."
"Promise me, this will never end. We'll be *together* forever."
"Of course."
They kissed. A soft, light, tender kiss, lacking all the urgency and fervour of earlier, but still powerful and filled with intimacy and desire. In an almost mundane and matter-of-fact way, she gently slipped his softening cock back inside his trousers and zipped up his fly, patting his front gently once she was finished.
Then she stood back and looked down at herself. Her tights were ruined. What remained of knickers were lying discarded on the floor. She placed her arm on his shoulder to support herself, and then she lifted one leg up to unzip her boot. As soon as she finished doing that, she removed the other. Then she shimmied out of her tights, stuffing them, and what was left of her knickers, into the bin. For a moment or two she was completely naked from the waist down. He thought about fucking her again, but he understood they had to get back. She pulled the bottom of her dress down, straightened it out and put her boots back on.
"If anyone asks, I laddered my tights." She said, looking up at him.
They took a minute or two to compose themselves. Hannah touched up her make-up and Henry straightened his tie. Finally, hand in hand, they walked out of the room. Constable Maguire wished them all the best and they returned to the count. Half an hour or so later, Henry stood and gave his acceptance speech. Hannah looked on and smiled. Then, when he was done, she walked up to him and they embraced. The flashlights of what seemed like a million cameras exploded into life. The voices of what seemed like a million photographers started barking out instructions for them to turn this way and that, to look up and look down, to smile, smile, smile.
No one in that room knew what they had just done.
No one in that room knew that Henry and Hannah had just committed incest. Again.
No one in that room had noticed that she wasn't wearing tights anymore.
And no one in that room knew that as Hannah Sellers stood there, looking up admiringly at her father, the man who was about to become prime minister; his cum was dripping out of her cunt and slowly trickling down her inner thighs, as she squeezed her legs together.
No one had known, but now someone *did know.* That someone was Siobhan Scanlon. She didn't know the exact details, she didn't know the mechanics of how and where they had fucked each other that night, but she knew they had *done it*. She could see it in these photographs. Their secret was laid bare in a million pixels on a screen, if you only knew what you were looking for. And Siobhan did. She stared at these photos, studied them, examined then; and then finally she closed the laptop in front of her.
"So, who is this Noodles guy?" She asked.
Al explained on the way, telling his daughter how he and Noodles had met, and how he had become his go-to guy for certain *under the counter* journalistic techniques.
"If you need a phone or a computer hacked, he's your guy." He told her.
"I thought journalists didn't hack phones anymore. Didn't you all get in trouble over that a few years go?"
"Yes, but sometimes needs must, Pudding. *Needs* *must*."
Noodles was a tall, skinny guy, in his early twenties. He wasn't an unattractive man, but he lacked certain social skills. Al had occasionally wondered if he might be on the *spectrum* at all. Whatever the answer to that question, he was slightly thrown by Siobhan's presence. Despite some rather obvious stereotypes, he wasn't a virgin; but he was hardly last of the international playboys either. So, he was a bit nonplussed by this curvy young goth stood in the corner of his lock-up.
Henry explained the situation. Well, up to a point. He didn't divulge all the messy details, but he made it clear he wanted some *sensitive* information.
"So, who's the target then?" He asked.
Al looked at Siobhan, and she nodded, urging him on.
"Hannah Sellers." Al said, softly.
"Who's she?" Noodles asked.
He may have been an essentially genius-level computer expert, but Noodles was amazingly unaware of the outside world. For a man who scoured the internet, he spent a remarkably small amount of time monitoring current events. In a way, this worked to the advantage of his *clients.* They could ask him to plunder the private lives of pretty much anyone, and he did so with a strange level of studied disinterest. He enjoyed the hunt, the search, the challenge; *how* to get the prize was a lot more stimulating than *what* the prize was.
"She's the daughter of a politician?" Siobhan chipped in.
"Oh right. Have you got a number or email address?"
"No." Al said.
"Have you got access to her phone?"
"Not really."
For a brief moment, Al wondered if he might be able to persuade Gwyn Jones to help. Could she get hold of Hannah's phone, he pondered. But he quickly discounted the idea. He didn't want to to put her in any more danger. She could easily lose her job if she was caught. Or worse.
"Couldn't we work out her email address?" Siobhan said, suddenly.
"How would we do that?" Al inquired.
"Well, what's your email address?"
"Uh...let me think...it's something like Alistair dot Scanlon at Daily Herald dot co dot uk."
"Okay. If I got a job at your paper, what would my email address be?"
"Um, I presume it would be Siobhan dot Scanlon at Daily Herald etcetera, etcetera. I don't understand where you're going with this?"
"Jesus! And you're supposed to be the investigative journalist."
"Yes, but I'm not a *tech*-*savvy* sort of investigative journalist."
"Clearly." She replied, in a sardonic tone. "Do you have the address of anyone who works in Whitehall?"
"Yeah...probably...why?"
"She's right," Noodles said, interrupting this somewhat fraught father-daughter *badinage*. "I see what she's getting at."
"Well, I'm glad *you* do." Al said, indignantly.
"No, it makes sense. Every company, every organisation, every *entity* that has its own presence online, its own web servers, has a standard format for its emails. At your paper it's Joe dot Bloggs at Daily Herald dot co dot uk. The format stays the same. You know your target's name. If you know the email format, you can work out her address."
Al took his phone out of his pocket and started looking through his contacts. After a minute or so, his face lit up.
"Here, I've got one." He said, waving the phone at them. "Steve Costello. He's a senior civil servant. Works at the Foreign Office."
"And you've got his email address?" Siobhan asked.
"Yes. Look."
Al gave the phone to Noodles, who looked at the details on the screen. He studied them carefully, the wheels and cogs turning in his brain. Then he walked over to what was presumably his *main* computer terminal, and sat down.
"Okay, let's try this." He said, lacing his fingers together and cracking his knuckles.
He started typing away on a keyboard. The computer bleeped and he began typing away again. Another bleep. More typing. Repeat *ad nauseam.* Finally, there was a different noise, a sort of purring buzz.
"I think we might have it." He said.
"Simple as that?" Al asked.
"Simple as that." Noodles replied. "I assume this woman, whoever she is, is reasonably well known?"
"Uh, yes." Said Siobhan.
"Right. So just using her name on its own didn't work. Presumably the IT people in government didn't want members of the public doing exactly what we're doing, namely *guessing* her email address. She'd be inundated with stuff, otherwise. You see it with people who work in the public eye. So, you add a number to their name. It should also stop bots randomly generating the correct address."
"So what number did they add?" Al inquired.
"Three. It's Hannah dot Sellers dot zero three."
"That doesn't seem all that *secure*." Siobhan said.
"It's not. It's fucking weaker than piss. How do you think people like me are able to get access so easily? It's a good job Al Qaeda prefer living in caves rather than the 21<sup>st</sup> century. If any of them knew how to use a laptop, we'd be fucked."
"So, what now?" Al asked.
"I work my magic. A basic phishing scam will probably do the trick. I just need her to click on a link and I'll be in. I've sent her an email already."
"How long will it take?" Siobhan wondered out loud.
"How old is she?" Noodles asked.
"Twenty-one." Al said.
"You know what young people are like with their phones these days. They're never out of their hands. If she's going to be dumb enough to fall for this, it'll probably happen in the next five or ten minutes."
"I see."
"There's a caff down the road. I'll buzz you when I have something."
Al and Siobhan trudged off and soon found the greasy spoon Noodles had suggested. They went in and sat down. Al ordered a Coke and a frothy coffee for his daughter. They sat in the corner, waiting for Noodles to get in touch. The café was quiet, the sound of a radio could be heard from the kitchen as they slowly consumed their drinks.
"Dad?" Siobhan said, quietly.
"Yes."
"I think you should drop this."
"What? Drop what?"
"*This.* This story. Henry and Hannah."
"Are you nuts? Why would I do that? It's the biggest story of my career."
"But it's wrong. It's an intrusion on their privacy."
"Pudding, he's the *Prime* *Minister*. He doesn't get to *have* any privacy."
"*She's* not the Prime Minister. Isn't she entitled to be left alone?"
Al thought for a moment.
"Yes, I see what you mean. But she's not a kid. And they're committing a crime."
"But should it be?"
"It's *incest.*"
"Yeah, but he's not forced her into anything. They're in love. What harm are they doing? Just because they're related to each other?"
"They're father and daughter."
"*We're* father and daughter." She said, blushing. "Fathers and daughters can fall in love. Fathers and daughters can *want* each other."
They looked at each other for what seemed like the longest period of time. Nothing was said. Al reached over and took Siobhan's hand, stroking the back of her fingers with his thumb.
"Yeah, I suppose they can."
Once more, both of them were suddenly cognisant of each other's *presence*. Fully aware of the tension - the *sexual* tension - that had been brewing between them for some time now. They had spent more time together in the last few days than they had in years. They had, in some ways, become the Woodward and Bernstein of incest, except in this case Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman wanted to fuck each other.
Exposure to the unusual lifestyle choices of Henry and Hannah Sellers had ignited a fire in Al and Siobhan Scanlon. And they both knew it. Neither of them had admitted it out loud, not yet, but they *knew* it.
"Dad...I...well...the thing is..." She was biting her bottom lip, struggling to find the right words.
"Yes?"
"It's just...you and me..."
"You and me?"
"Yeah...well..."
Suddenly, before she could go any further, Al's phone buzzed. It was a message from Noodles, telling them to come back pronto. They got up, paid their bill and returned to the lock-up, where Noodles was waiting for them.
"I got it wrong." He said, matter-of-factly. "It took about *twenty* minutes for her to respond. I faked a Facebook account, very official looking, and she clicked on the link. Easy-bleeding-peasy."
"What did you get?"
"*Everything*. A standard *extraction* operation*.* I copied all her files, messages, photos, videos. All on this."
He waved a flash drive in front of them.
"Have you looked at any of it?" Siobhan asked.
"No. I *never* look at the information. I don't care what she's done, or who she is. I download the files and pass them on to you. I don't *need* to know. It's better that way. Plausible deniability. Then I reformat this hard drive, so nothing is kept here."
"Can they trace you? The Government?"
"Not a chance. I use a variety of proxy servers. If they even realised what had happened, they'd be bouncing around so many different places, they'd never find me."
"Usual fee?" Al asked.
"Oh yes."
Al walked over to Noodles, and handed him a bundle of notes. Then, since their business was now complete, Al and Siobhan left as quickly as possible. They returned post haste to his flat and immediately powered up the laptop, before inserting the flash drive...
...and hitting the fucking jackpot.
They checked her messages first, and there was, sprinkled in among the more mundane texts, a cavalcade of pure filth and debauchery. Dozens of explicit missives, some she'd sent, some she'd received.
*I'm naked and I'm touching myself right now. I'm thinking about how much I want you to fuck me. How much I want my father's dick inside me.*
*Daddy wants you to suck his cock. You will kneel down in front of me and you will wrap your lips round my prick. You will gag and choke on my dick.*
*When you get back from the Commons, I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom, on my hands and knees. I won't be wearing a stitch of clothing and I very much want you to fuck me up the arse.*
*I can't stop thinking about what it was like to cum inside you last night. The way your cunt squeezed out the last drops of my spunk. You are my special little girl.*
Siobhan exhaled loudly as she read the texts. She was so horny she could scream.
"Fuck me, they don't hold back, do they?" She said.
No, they certainly did not *hold back.* And if that was true for the texts, it was doubly so for the videos and photos. Hannah took selfies. *Lots and lots of selfies.* In most of them she was naked, or at the very least topless. She'd be smiling, looking into a mirror; cupping her breasts or licking and sucking her fingers. There was a two minute clip showing nothing but a close-up of her cunt, which she was fingering with an insane fury. There was another video where she was administering an extremely sloppy blow-job, presumably being filmed by her father, who was on the receiving end.
Then there were the dick pics. Dozens of them, each one showing Henry Sellers' not unimpressive cock. Sometimes it stood alone, other times his hand was wrapped round it. He filmed himself masturbating into what appeared to be a pair of knickers. His daughter's knickers, no doubt. There was another short clip showing him jerking off over a framed photo of the two of them together, eventually squirting gobs of pearly white cream over the image of her face.
And then there was the smoking gun. The first of many smoking guns.
The texts, the photos, the videos were journalistic dynamite. They showed the Prime Minister and his daughter engaged in sexual acts, but most of them didn't show the two of them engaged in sexual acts with *each other.* Clearly, they were a couple of insatiable little nymphos, but were they insatiable *incestuous* little nymphos?
One photo in particular answered the question with a definitive *yes.* It was yet another selfie, taken in the same bathroom where a lot of Hannah's other selfies were shot. Whenever the image was taken, it was a sunny day, as the light flooded through the window and made the picture crystal clear. Hannah was stood holding the camera. Once more she was as naked as the day she was born. Henry was stood behind her, also in the altogether, his arm wrapped round her, cupping her breast. Her other hand, the one she wasn't using to hold the phone, was wrapped round his erect cock. Both of them were smiling like cats that had got the cream. Al and Siobhan suspected that in Hannah's case that was literally true, even if the cream itself was of a very different nature.
"Jesus," Siobhan whispered. "Someone should have told these dopey fuckers about the existence of Snapchat."
"Yeah." Al replied. "I think we've got ourselves all the evidence we need, now."
**8**
Sarah Curtis disliked the constant insinuation that she got her job simply because she was a woman. Sarah was the *first* female editor of the Daily Herald, but she believed she'd been the best candidate when the vacancy originally appeared. She had moved up the organisation through relentless hard work and tenacity. She hadn't been the best writer, the best reporter, the best sub, the best *anything*, to be honest; but she had always been the most *industrious*.
Which wasn't something she could say about her star correspondent, Alistair Scanlon. In truth, she didn't really like Al all that much. He was often lazy, crude and cynical. A throwback to the *good old days* of Fleet Street, of long liquid lunches and reporters phoning in copy from war-torn foreign climes. But she couldn't deny his talent, either as a reporter or a writer. If she was being honest, she probably resented him because she knew he was a lot more talented than she was. It all came so *easily* to him, so *naturally.* He should have been the editor of this paper *years ago*, but he just wouldn't put in the effort.
But she couldn't deny he had an interesting story to pitch her now.
"You're telling me the PM is *sleeping* with his own daughter? His own *biological* daughter?" She said, incredulously.
"Yep, and I've got proof too."
"What kind of proof?"
"An eyewitness who saw them together, and *recorded* a sexual encounter on her phone. I have photos, texts, emails, videos. I've got the whole package, wrapped up in a lovely bow."
"Jesus Christ! This is unbelievable. I mean, it would cause an earthquake if we went with it."
"An earthquake combined with a nuclear bomb...with a tornado thrown in on top."
"Who have you told?"
"No one." Al said, burying his little white lie with nonchalant ease.
"And who knows, other than the eyewitness?"
"I don't know, to be honest. I haven't told anyone, but other people may know across Whitehall, I suppose. Although not too many, I imagine. I'd never heard any rumours, and you know how politicians like to gossip."
"So, what the fuck do we do?"
"We'll have to put the allegations to him. He's got to have the right to respond."
"Yeah, but holy fuck, do we just phone up the Number Ten press office, and ask them for a statement?"
"No, we'll have to be a bit more *delicate* than that." Al said. "And that's where the *Old Man* comes in."
The *Old* *Man* was Sir Hector Fleming, the owner and publisher of the Daily Herald. He was from New Zealand originally, and had made his reputation as the star editor and proprietor of a tabloid paper in Auckland. He'd bought the Herald in the 1980s. It seemed a slightly strange fit. He was a populist, muck-raking, tits and tinsel kind of journalist; the Herald was then a somewhat high-minded and fairly left wing broadsheet. The relationship between paper and owner had been quite tumultuous down the years, but Sir Hector was more focussed on his media interests in the States these days, so he tended to be a little more *hands* *off*.
But he had contacts in Government. He *knew* people who knew people. Although Henry Sellers was not politically his cup of tea, he could still facilitate a meeting. That was why Sarah Curtis was closing the blinds in her office and lowering the big viewing screen on the far end of the wall. They were Skyping him in New York, and soon enough, his image appeared, ten feet tall and twice as loud.
"G'day, Sarah. My assistant said you wanted to see me urgently?" He boomed.
Sir Hector was the kind of guy who liked to *boom***.** He was just one of those sort of people. Bombastic. Confident. Extrovert. Always the centre of attention. He was razor sharp and ruthless to boot, but he could play the role of charming *hail fellow well met* with ease.
"Yes, thank you Sir Hector. We have a story that is a little *delicate*, to say the least."
"Delicate stories are my favourite, you know that. What's it about? Something juicy, I hope."
"Oh it's definitely *juicy.* But I'm reluctant to spell it out over an unprotected line like this. There are *security* implications about this one."
"Fuck me, Sarah, what have you got? WMDs in the Middle East again? The Queen's fucking one of her footmen?"
"It's to do with a *senior* politician, here in the UK, but I can't say anymore."
"Well, what can I do for you?"
"We need to get an invite to Downing Street. A sort of *unofficial* invite."
"Christ on a bike, Sarah, what the fuck is this!?"
"Like I said, it's sensitive."
Sir Hector paused for a moment.
"Okay then, give me twenty minutes, then someone from Downing Street will call you on your direct line."
"Thank you, Sir Hector."
"I'm over in Europe next week. I'm meeting officials in Brussels. But I'll stop off in London for a day or two. You can explain all this to me in person."
"Okay, thank you."
He nodded, then his image disappeared, replaced by a Skype logo. In the end, he only needed fifteen minutes, because that's when Sarah's phone rang and she picked up. The conversation was brief and pretty soon she hung up.
"There's a function at Number Ten this evening. It's a charity event, something to do with the Commonwealth. You're going to be reporting on it for the paper."
"Okay, cool."
"You'll need a photographer."
"No, it's okay. I've got my own."
A few miles away, Al's *photographer* had immersed herself completely in the secret world of Henry and Hannah Sellers. Siobhan was sat on the settee, feverishly devouring every email and message the two of them had sent each other. So much of their communications was, frankly, pornographic. *Obscene*, even. These were two people who obviously had vivid and powerful sexual imaginations. They endlessly talked about fucking each other, what they would do, how they would do it. There were dozens of references to their close biological relationship; clearly the fact they were a father and daughter having sex, turned both of them on immensely.
But the power and intensity of their *love* was manifest and obvious too. They wrote long letters to each other, describing their emotional feelings in endless detail. Henry wrote poems for her. It was abundantly clear that they were madly in love. They were almost like dopey, lovesick teenagers, so strong and profound was their bond.
Siobhan was fascinated by it all. She was supremely turned on too, and pretty soon she found herself masturbating. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and a short denim skirt. Her bare feet were planted on the coffee table, her legs spread wide apart. Once more, she wasn't wearing any knickers. She found she was doing that all the time now. She enjoyed the physical sensation, feeling a gust of wind brush against her soft skin. She enjoyed *knowing* she was going commando. She knew and no one else did. But most of all she enjoyed the outrageousness of it, the shock it might engender. Sometimes, when she was sat on the Tube, she would deliberately spread her legs a little, hoping to flash whoever might be sat opposite her. Most of the time, that person wouldn't notice, but occasionally they would. The sudden look of disbelief, the sharp intake of breath, made her so wet.
There was no one sat opposite her now, but she was plenty wet nonetheless. She had her father's laptop next to her on the sofa, and her hand was rubbing away vigorously at her clit. There was a soft squelching sound, like someone walking through wet mud, as her fingers slid through her enflamed vaginal lips. Every so often, she would slap her cunt, giving herself a little sharp jolt of pain.
She was looking at a video of Hannah and Henry kissing. She could see the shiny glistening of the saliva on their tongues and their lips. Clearly, he was holding the camera, and he lowered it until you could see Hannah's long delicate fingers wrapped round his beefy cock, as she jerked him off. She did so until he came. When he did, she squeezed her hand round the head of his dick, catching his semen inside. She brought her hand to their mouths, and the two of them lapped away at his cum, their tongues meeting as they did so.
Siobhan tugged on her t-shirt, pulling it up over the not inconsiderable obstacle that was her chest. She was wearing a black bra, and she grabbed hold of one of her breasts and eased it out of its cup. Then she began to fondle it, squeezing and touching her succulent flesh, twisting and tweaking her nipple. Much like Hannah Sellers, Siobhan had *very* sensitive boobs. When she played with herself, which she did *a lot*, she always made sure to spend plenty of time and attention on her tits. For hours, she might roll around naked on her bed, torturing herself, pleasuring herself. It was pure bliss.
She'd been at it for twenty minutes or so, when she heard the front door open. Dad was back. He was no more than a few feet away from her. She would have just enough time to straighten herself out and try to look composed. But she had no intention of stopping. She was close to cumming, and she saw no reason to deny herself. More importantly, she wanted to be *caught.* She wanted *him* to see her like this. The same way she had wanted him to see her when she fell over, and spread her legs, *exposing* herself to him.
Al began to speak, saying hello, but then he caught sight of his daughter masturbating in the living room. His conversation came to a sudden halt, as did his movement. He stood in the doorway, staring at her, as her hand became a frenzied blur between her legs. She was panting and gasping, as her body vibrated with pleasure. Her toes curled up on the coffee-stained surface of the table. He could see the muscles in her legs pulsing and straining. He could see the beads of sweat rolling down the surface of her flushed skin.
He stood there, seemingly impassive, as she orgasmed in front of him. Her fingers sliding inside her twat, her exposed nipple pulled taut. She gasped and groaned as the climax swept through her. Her mind went blank as the tidal wave of pleasure overwhelmed her body. A thousand explosions of sensual joy erupting inside her, a wave of electricity coursing through her veins, centred on her clit.
She spasmed and contorted, every muscle contracting and then relaxing. Her legs clamped tightly together, trapping her hand between them. She felt like she might have passed out for a second or two, so strong was the physical reaction. Then, slowly, as she came down from this sexual high, she looked up and saw her father still standing there. He hadn't moved an inch. He hadn't said a word. They stared at one another, her legs lazily falling apart once more. She continued to gently rub at her clit, continued to roll her nipple between her thumb and forefinger; a series of mini-orgasms shooting off, one after the other. Her breathing was ragged and deep.
After a few moments, he opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something. Then his lips slammed shut. A second or two later, he tried again.
"You...you might want to get changed. We've got a date at Downing Street. Wear something sensible. Please."
Then he disappeared from sight, walking in to his bedroom.
**9**
Technically, Siobhan still lived full-time with her mother and her stepfather, a rather jolly, balding, fat guy called Bob. But she kept some stuff at Al's flat. Clothes, make-up, tampons, amongst other things. After her little performance in the living room, she grabbed a quick shower and got changed. This time, she followed his instructions, and *did* wear something sensible. A relatively demure dress, with a knee-length, flared skirt, and a jacket that covered up the tattoos on her arms. She put her her hair up in a ponytail and only applied a light dusting of make-up, forgoing the usual stark goth tones that were her visual calling card.
Of course, she wasn't wearing any knickers though.
Al had a shit, a shower and a shave - in that order - then he put on a suit and tie. He looked somewhat dashing when he emerged from his room. The two of them made quite the handsome couple, as they waited outside for a black cab. Not much was said by either of them; there was certainly no reference to what she had just done and what he had just witnessed. They were both *thinking* about it, though.
The trip into central London was relatively quick and the cab pulled up at the bottom of Downing Street. Al spoke to one of the police officers on duty, told him their names, and they were waved through. After a short walk, they reached the iconic black door, which promptly opened, allowing them to go inside.
They were ushered into a large room on the first floor, where they were given name badges and offered drinks and canapés. The function was relatively well attended, with people of all ages mixing and *networking*, chatting and socialising. Tasteful music was playing in the background. Al and Siobhan separated, walking round slowly, looking for the star attraction, the main course, their number one target. Henry Sellers.
He was at the far end of the room, talking to a woman who appeared to be dressed in full African tribal clothing. This was an event aimed at raising money for the poor of Africa and Asia, after all. Al saw Henry and moved slowly through the crowds, until he was stood just an arm's length away. The Prime Minister turned towards him, and held out his hand.
"Hello, I'm Henry. So glad you were able to come."
*Have you fingered your daughter's cunt with those fingers?* Al thought to himself, knowing the answer, in all likelihood, was *yes, he had.*
"Al Scanlon, Prime Minister. Pleased to meet you." He replied, taking Henry's hand in his, and holding it tightly .
"*The* Al Scanlon? From the Herald?"
"Guilty as charged."
"What brings you here?"
"I've reported from a number of Commonwealth countries down the years. And apart from anything else, I've never been to Number Ten."
"Well, you're most welcome."
With that, the two men let go of each other's hand and went their separate ways. It was only after Al had walked off that Henry discovered the small slip of paper in his hand. It was folded up neatly and Henry opened it. Inside, written in capital letters, was the following message.
*I KNOW ABOUT YOU AND YOUR DAUGHTER. I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU PRIVATELY,* *NOW**.*
Henry almost physically jerked at reading these words, so overwhelming was his shock and disquiet. His blood suddenly ran cold. He looked up, his eyes darting frantically round the room, searching for Al Scanlon, who had disappeared amongst the guests at the event. Henry walked off, looking for one of his assistants. He was visibly agitated and upset.
A few minutes later, Al was stood in a corner, when a young man walked up to him.
"Mr Scanlon?" He asked, even though Al's name badge answered his question for him.
"Yes."
"The Prime Minister would like a word with you, if that's okay?"
"That's absolutely peachy keen. Lead the way."
Al stood up and the young man ushered him out of the room.
Not so far away, Siobhan was sat in a toilet stall, doing what people do in toilet stalls. She wasn't there long and she stood up, patted herself dry and flushed. She unlocked the stall and walked out, only to find another woman stood at a hand-basin, touching up her makeup. It was only as Siobhan moved right next to her, that she realised this woman was Hannah Sellers.
Hannah saw Siobhan looking at her in the mirror and smiled cheerfully.
"Hello." Hannah said.
"Hi." Siobhan replied.
Both of them went about their business, neither saying another word, until Hannah walked briskly out of the room.
Henry was sat in his office on the ground floor. It was a surprisingly unprepossessing space, bearing in mind it was the main workplace for the leader of the world's fifth largest economy (well, maybe sixth, depending on how well the pound was faring in that day's currency markets). There was a large desk (upon which he had fucked his daughter on numerous occasions), a couple of sofas, some crowded bookcases and a handful of paintings on the walls.
He was tapping his fingers on the varnished surface of the desk, as the door opened and Al was ushered in. He took a seat opposite him. Henry told his assistant that they were *not* to be disturbed, on any account.
"I don't care if nuclear bombs are raining down on Croydon, that door remains *shut*."
"Understood, Prime Minister."
The young man left and closed the door behind him. Henry and Al just looked at each other for a moment, both of them considering their opening move. The noise from the reception upstairs could still be heard, but the quiet clamour did not distract either of them too much. Henry stared at Al. Al stared right back at Henry. Henry blinked first.
"You wanted to talk to me, Mr Scanlon?"
"Yes."
"About my daughter?"
"Yes."
"I should warn you right from the start, I am very *protective* of my daughter, Mr Scanlon. I take any threat to her, in any shape and form, very seriously indeed."
"I understand."
"What is it you wish to discuss with me...about my daughter?"
"You know what it is."
"No, I do not."
Al sighed, letting out a deep breath.
"Okay. You want me to spell it out? You want me to say the actual words?"
"Yes, I fear I do, Mr Scanlon."
"Okay. If you insist. How do I put this *delicately*?" Al scratched his chin, considering the answer to his own question. "Well, I suppose there isn't really a way to put it delicately. You're sleeping with her."
"What?! That's absurd! That's outrageous!"
"No. No it's not. Well, actually, I suppose it *is* absurd. It's definitely *outrageous.* But it happens to be true. I have proof Mr Sellers. I didn't just walk in here off the street and decide to make this up. I have *proof.*"
Henry looked at him, his jaw tense, his fingernails digging into the skin of his hands. His mouth opening and closing, like a demented guppy fish. Then his shoulders sank, and his eyes dropped. Suddenly all resistance and fight had drained out of him. He was defeated. He was scared.
"How did you find out?"
"You weren't as careful as you thought you were."
Back upstairs and the reception continued. Hannah was doing sterling work, playing the hostess. Even though no one knew about the true nature of her relationship with her father - well, *almost* no one - everyone was aware that she was effectively the Prime Minister's consort. She would be there, by his side, at dinners and banquets, summits and meetings. Most people thought there was something rather sweet and charming about the way she had taken up the role. Those same people might not think it quite so sweet and charming if they knew what she and her father got up to when everyone else had left.
She moved throughout the room, vivacious and dazzling, a natural people person. She was never lost for words, she knew how to put everyone at their ease. So many people had commented on her social skills. There was endless speculation that perhaps she might follow in her father's footsteps, and enter politics herself.
Siobhan followed her round, always a few feet behind her. She knew so much about this young woman. She knew her so *intimately.* Not just the photos and videos of her, naked and exposed. But the emails, the texts, the messages. She had this deep insight into the love she shared with her dad. It fascinated her. It excited her.
Then suddenly, she was face to face with the object of her fascination.
"Hello again." Hannah said. "We better stop meeting like this, or people will talk."
"Yes, sorry."
"I'm Hannah." She said, holding out her hand.
"Siobhan."
"Well, hello Siobhan. Is there something I can do for you? I couldn't help but notice you seemed to be following me around."
"Uh...sorry...um...is there anywhere we could go for a talk?"
Hannah raised an eyebrow, not sure what to say. Finally, she shrugged.
"Okay. I suppose so. Come this way."
The two girls disappeared out of the room.
In the prime ministerial office, the Prime Minister and his current interlocutor were still tiptoeing around the subject. Henry had admitted his *wrongdoing* but Al still had questions to ask.
"I suppose the thing I want to know most of all is did you force her into this?"
"Of course not. I would never do that. There was nothing *abusive* about this. I didn't make her do anything she didn't want to do."
"It's still pretty fucking weird though, isn't it?"
"I don't expect you to understand. I don't think I really understand it myself. Hannah and I...well...my wife's death hit us both very hard. When she left us, we only had each other."
"Okay. I suppose that might make a kind of sense."
"You're going to publish this?"
"I don't know. Jesus, I don't know anything anymore."
"It would destroy her. I don't care about me, but it would destroy her."
"It's more than just some kinky sex thing, then? You're *in love*?"
"Yes. Christ, yes. She means everything to me. It's a fucking cliché, but she's my *whole world*."
"How do you do it? How do you fall in love with your own daughter?"
"I don't know. I just did. I didn't set out to. I didn't plan it. Of course, I always loved her. Not like *that.* I loved her in the way everyone loves their child. Have you got kids, Mr Scanlon?"
"Yes."
"Any daughters?"
"Yes. One."
"How old is she?"
"Nineteen."
"I only have Hannah. She is the most precious thing in the entire world to me. She's like a jewel. A wonderful diamond. She shines so bright. She hasn't got a single fault or imperfection. She's so kind and sweet and lovely."
"Yes, I understand. Daughters are precious."
Hannah and Siobhan were sat in a smaller office, on the first floor. The older girl was a bit befuddled by the whole situation. She didn't know who this younger girl was, or why she had taken such an interest in her, but she seemed harmless enough. Frankly, taking a short break from the reception wasn't that unpleasant a prospect.
"So, you wanted to talk?"
"Yes. Yes I did. Thank you."
"Well, I'm all ears."
"I don't know where to start. It's *difficult.*"
"Nothing's *too* difficult. You just have to make a start."
Siobhan smiled shyly at Hannah and took a deep breath.
"There's this person. This man. I have feelings for him. Feelings I shouldn't have."
Hannah smiled, a warm beaming smile, full of compassion and understanding. *She's in love*, she thought to herself, *how sweet.* Hannah didn't really get why this girl felt the need to confide in her, but the *sisterhood* is the sisterhood, after all. Her own experience of relationships, apart from her Dad of course, was fairly limited, but she felt confident she could give some sage advice.
"Why shouldn't you? What's wrong with him?"
"He's...well...he's older than me."
"So what? They say age is only a number."
"He's a lot older."
"He can walk, can't he? He's not in a wheelchair? He doesn't use a zimmer frame? As long as he can make it up a flight of stairs without collapsing into a wheezing cough, you'll be fine."
"It's not just the age thing though, it's something else. I'm not supposed to feel the way I do about him. It's wrong."
"Wrong? Wrong how?" Hannah said, an odd feeling suddenly creeping up her spine. This conversation was going in a direction she hadn't expected. And a direction she didn't entirely welcome.
"Well...it's *illegal*. It would be illegal for us to be together."
"Why?" Hannah whispered, her mouth now dry all of a sudden.
"I think you probably know why."
"I do?"
"Yes."
"How would I know?"
"Because you've already done it."
Finally, Hannah snapped.
"Look, I don't know why you're wasting my time with this *nonsense*, but I think I've had enough of this. I've been very patient..."
"What's it like?" Siobhan interrupted.
"What do you mean?"
"What's it like to *be* with him?"
"Who?"
"Your father."
Downstairs, Al and Henry continued their own awkward *tête-à-tête.*
"Isn't it, apart from anything else, unbelievably reckless?" Al asked. "I mean, you're the PM for fuck's sake. It's inevitable someone was going to find out eventually."
"I know. Christ, I've always known. It's been there the entire time. A huge dead weight. An elephant in the corner. A dark shadow. Choose your own cliché."
"Then why continue with it? If it's such a massive threat, why continue with it?"
"Because I love her, and I can't live without her."
"She means that much to you?"
"You wouldn't understand."
*Maybe,* Al thought to himself, *maybe not.*
Hannah was in full panic mode now. She was sat on a sofa with this stranger, who was threatening to turn her world upside down.
"You can't tell anyone!" Hannah said, urgently. "You can't tell a single person!"
"I won't. I promise. I don't want to get you in any trouble. I just...I just...I want to know what it's like. I want to know how it feels. I want what you have. I've seen the love you share. I want the same."
"With *your* father?"
"Yes."
Hannah sat back, puffing out her cheeks and then exhaling sharply. She didn't know who this girl was, she didn't know how much she knew, but she seemed genuine, whoever she was. Maybe this was a trap, maybe she was recording the conversation, maybe the world would end tomorrow. Who knows? But Hannah suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to *confess.* For the first time, she would be able to talk to someone about this. Someone other than her father. Divulge all her secrets. Unburden her soul.
"You shouldn't," She said, faltering at first, a little uncertain of how to start. "It's not easy, it's not *right*. We shouldn't be doing it. Fathers and daughters shouldn't fuck. There should be guilt. Lots of guilt. There should be shame. There should be a sense that we're doing something really, really *wrong.* We'd be in such trouble if we got caught."
"But it hasn't stopped you?"
"No. It hasn't. Oh God, it's *amazing*. It's totally *fucking* amazing."
Hannah suddenly started laughing. Crazy, hysterical laughter. Giant whooping howls of laughter. Siobhan began laughing along with her. For a minute or more they just unleashed this crazy, cackling noise, unrestrained and unbound, until tears were rolling down their cheeks.
Henry felt strangely *relaxed* now. Strangely at ease. The man sat opposite him was a journalist. Talking about this subject, this subject of all subjects, with a newspaperman was *insane*. But for some reason he got the impression that he wasn't in danger. That Al didn't judge him. He wasn't his friend exactly, but he seemed more than a little sympathetic. Maybe it was an act, a *charade*; maybe that's how he got people to talk to him. But it didn't feel fake.
"So, when are you going to publish it?"
"I don't know if I will."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It some ways it feels too big. If this gets out, the ramifications are enormous. Not just to you and your daughter, but the whole country."
"Yes, that's putting it mildly."
"And then there's the fact that you're not hurting anyone. Well, apart from each other, perhaps."
"Who decides whether to go ahead with the story?"
"Well, technically my editor. Or the owner."
"Does Sir Hector know?"
"Not yet. He knows we have a story - a *big* story - but he doesn't know the details. He will though, soon enough."
"He'll love this. Sir Hector Fleming is not my biggest fan. Policy-wise we don't see eye to eye."
"No."
"So he'll decide?"
"In the end, it'll be down to me. I've got the evidence. It's my story. I could kill it."
"So, you have the power to destroy my career, and my life?"
"Yes. With great power comes great responsibility, I suppose."
"Amen to that, Uncle Ben."
*Hmm, a comic book guy,* Al thought to himself. *Interesting.*
By now Hannah and Siobhan were holding hands. The pair of them looked like the best of friends, draped over the sofa, nattering away about their shared fascination with the forbidden and taboo.
"So, he's my Dad. He protects me, looks after me, the way dads are supposed to. That all stays the same. But when he's inside me?" Hannah visibly shivered with arousal. "Oh fuck, when he wraps his arms around me and puts his *thing* inside me...I feel so safe. So warm. So protected. And then there's the fact it's *incest.* It's so *wrong.* That makes it feel so *right.* It's like electricity shooting through me. Just the thought of it. Lying back on the bed, spreading my legs apart for him. Seeing him loom over me, his huge cock in his hand. The way he lines it up with my cunt. Then, the way he thrusts himself inside me. *Me*, his little girl. His darling princess."
"His *Pudding.*" Siobhan whispered, almost imperceptibly.
"I'm getting turned on just talking about it."
"Me too."
Both of them blushed. Both of them noticed the arousal in the other. Their nipples were hard. Their pussies were wet.
"Do you think he feels the same way?" Hannah asked. "*Your* father?"
"I think so. I'm pretty sure he does."
"Wow. I've always kind of assumed there must be other people like me around, I mean there are seven billion people on earth, I can't be the only girl who wants to fuck their dad. But to actually talk to someone about this, it's such a relief."
"Yeah, but I'm not like you. Not yet. I want to sleep with my dad. You're actually *doing* it."
"You will be soon."
"Do you think?"
"Yes. You know it. I know it. I said you shouldn't, but I was kidding myself. You *should.* You definitely should. There's nothing like it. The rational part of me says it's too dangerous, too much of a risk. The chances of it going wrong are too high. But the rest of me thinks you should go for it."
"Really?" Siobhan said, with a look of startled excitement on her face.
"Yes. Really. I know how wonderful this can be. No woman ever loves a man the way she loves her father. For most people, that's enough; the *normal* love a parent and child share. But for some of us, if we're really *lucky*, there's a chance to go beyond that. To experience a *deeper* love. A special bond. If you can grab hold of that opportunity, then you must. *Right now.*"
Hannah smiled at Siobhan and Siobhan smiled right back at Hannah. Half an hour earlier, they were strangers. Now they were friends. Now they were *sisters.*
Henry looked across the table, studying the other man. The man who held his future in his hands.
"So, what happens now?" He asked.
"I don't know. I came here looking for a quote."
"Well, I love my daughter very much. What happens between us is private. How's that for a quote?"
"Good enough, I suppose."
With that, Al stood up and left the office. He was escorted back to the first floor, and started looking for Siobhan. She seemed to have vanished, hidden away among all those attending the reception; but then suddenly she was there by his side. She looked flushed, dazed, with an almost imperceptible grin on her face.
"Hello, Pudding. Where have you been?"
She didn't respond. Instead she grabbed hold of his hand, pulling him out of the room. She managed to find a secluded corner in the corridor. She practically pushed him up against the wall, her hands resting on his chest. She looked up at him.
"Dad...I...Dad...oh fuck it."
She kissed him. Up on tiptoes, pressed against him, her arms wrapped round his neck. For half a second, he froze, and then his whole body relaxed and he responded with utmost enthusiasm. His mouth opened, welcoming her tongue with his own. His arms enveloped her, as he pulled her tight against him. Those mammoth breasts of hers, pressed against his chest. His hands dropped to the cheeks of her arse, cupping and squeezing them, sinking his fingers into the cloth-covered flesh of her buttocks.
They stood there, making out like a couple of kids at a school disco. After thirty seconds or so, the pulled their mouths apart, strands of spit still linking them together. Siobhan wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing her lipstick across her cheek. She smiled at him, breathing heavily.
"Take me home, Dad." She whispered. "Make love to me."
"Okay, Pudding. Okay."
Hand in hand, they walked out of the building and practically ran down the road, looking for a taxi.
**10**
Pat Heston had been a cab driver for more than thirty years. His dad had been a cabbie before him, so Pat viewed his profession with no little affection and pride. The drivers of London's famous black taxis were specialists, experts. Ambassadors for the city. These were men and women who took years to learn their trade, memorising every route throughout the capital. For a proper cabbie, the words *sat* and *nav* were blasphemy.
He must have driven thousands of people down the years. People of all shapes and sizes, all colours, religions, creeds and genders. None of it mattered to Pat, as long as they paid their fare. And some of those passengers could get a little *frisky.* He'd seen plenty of people getting hot and heavy on the back seat of his taxi. But he couldn't remember a couple getting quite so carried away as this guy and the young bird he was hooking up with.
They'd waved him down just outside the entrance to Downing Street. They wanted taking to Shepherd's Bush, but as soon as the meter started ticking, they were all over each other. She clambered on top of him, straddling his waist, as they kissed with an almost indecent intensity. Pat could only see a fraction of what they were getting up to, as he occasionally glanced in the rear view mirror. He almost swerved a couple of times, as he heard the young woman groan and moan.
Siobhan was sat astride her father, her flared skirt allowing him easy access. She was grinding her naked pussy feverishly against his rock hard groin. Al had one arm wrapped round her neck, pulling her face tightly to his. His other arm was between her legs, two fingers hooked deep inside her cunt, his thumb rubbing furiously across her clit. She practically screamed into his mouth, cumming again and again.
There hadn't been a moment's hesitation, the second they had climbed inside, they were kissing and fondling and stroking. Nothing was said, it was like there was some psychic bond between them. Two lust-filled minds working in perfect unison. Pat didn't know they were father and daughter, he would have been utterly horrified if he had known. He assumed, bearing in mind the place he'd picked them up, the guy was a politician or a civil servant. The girl was a research assistant or maybe a prostitute.
Either way, they were putting on quite a show.
Rush hour had passed and the distance between Number Ten and the Bamboo Garden was negligible, so the trip didn't take that long. He came to a halt outside this slightly grotty Chinese takeaway. The young woman opened the door and quickly disappeared into a side door, next to the main entrance. The older man handed over a couple of notes, not bothering to wait for any change.
"Enjoy yourself." Pat shouted through the passenger side window, before driving off.
Al stood there alone, watching the cab vanish into the distance. He turned round and looked up at the windows on the first floor. First one light, then another, came on, as Siobhan moved through the flat. Al loosened his tie slightly, and walked towards the door. And what colour was that door? Black, of course. Not as shiny as the door at Number Ten. The paint was chipped and scratched, but it was black. Jet black.
*What a coincidence,* he thought to himself.
He found her jacket halfway up the stairs, stretched out and discarded. The front door of his flat was open, and her dress was lying on the welcome mat, next to the strappy sandals she had been wearing. A few feet further along, he saw a dark blue bra, hanging on a door handle. Although Siobhan had started the evening *sans* knickers - a fact he could personally attest to, after fingering her on the back seat of the taxi - she had been wearing *some* underwear. Not anymore, of course.
He found her in his bedroom, lying on the bed. She was completely naked. She was on her side, her head resting on her hand, her other arm draped over the side of her body, stretched out across her hip. Al looked at all those exotic tattoos, sprinkled up and down her arms. He examined her breasts, those big fat tits of her, one resting on top of the other. He studied the soft curve of her belly, the last remnants of baby fat on her body.
*My baby,* he thought. *My baby, who I'm about to fuck.*
He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor. Then he unzipped his trousers and pulled them off. Pretty soon, his socks and pants were also discarded, and he stood naked in front of her. His dick was bobbing up and down in front of her, the skin of it almost shining because it was so tight.
"You've wanted to do this for a while, haven't you, Pudding?" He said to her.
"As long as I can remember." She replied, bringing her hand to her nipple, and pulling on it with her fingers.
Neither of them knew it, but in so many ways their first time together would be quite similar to the sexual union between Henry and Hannah Sellers. A father and his voluptuous daughter crossing a boundary they should never cross. The same illicit thoughts, the same forbidden desires.
Al climbed on to the bed, and knelt beside her. She abandoned her nipple, instead bringing her hand to her mouth and licking it. Then she reached out and grabbed hold of his cock. She tugged it towards her, then wrapped her fingers round it and began stroking his thick, hard shaft. He exhaled through clenched teeth as she jerked him off. He took hold of her breast, squeezing all that sumptuous, creamy flesh, leaving finger prints on her skin.
He pushed her onto her back and lay down next to her. They kissed. A somewhat more tender kiss than when they had been in the back of the cab, but no less heartfelt.
"God, I've wanted to fuck you for *so* long." He said.
"Naughty daddy." She replied, before kissing him again.
They rolled round on the bed together for a few minutes, the two of them just making out. Sometimes she would be on top, sometimes he would. They would cup each other's faces, staring intently into each other's eyes, whispering sentiments of mutual love and adoration. Their bodies were pressed tight together. Her soft, youthful, curvaceous flesh sliding against his older, leaner, harder body.
She ended up on her back, lying at a diagonal angle across the bed. He kissed his way down her frame, pausing for a moment or two to feast on her tits. He took great mouthfuls of one, then the other, forcing as much of each breast inside his mouth as he could possibly manage. He teased her bellybutton with his tongue, before sliding on to the floor.
He stroked her legs with the palms of his hands for a short while. Then he gently pushed them apart, revealing the glistening jewel of her enflamed sex. He showered her inner thighs with dozens of tiny kisses, before examining her wet vaginal lips a little more closely. She could feel his hot breath on her cunt. She peered down at him, her head raised slightly, so she could see over the momentous peaks and troughs of her body.
"Are you going to eat your Pudding?" She sniggered.
He didn't say a word. Instead, he buried his face in her snatch. She gasped as his tongue stabbed inside her. He reached down under her legs, grabbing a firm hold of her thighs, and pulling her closer to him. That way he could eat her out with greater ferocity and intent. Like a dog with a bone, his jaw moved violently from side to side, as her cunt-juice splashed and splattered all over his face. His nose was rubbing up against her clit, pressing it and squeezing it. *Torturing* it. She had cum the first moment his tongue made contact with her twat. Multiple orgasms followed, one after the other. One of top of the other.
*I never imagined it would be so good,* she thought, as she lay there, her body racked with sensations of pure joy and ecstasy.
Al brought his hand to her pussy, and began fingering her vigorously. At the same time, his tongue was rolling round her clit. She grabbed hold of her breasts, fondling them as he savagely devoured her cunt. Siobhan screamed and hollered until her throat was raw.
Downstairs, the staff and patrons of the Bamboo Garden looked to the ceiling, as the sounds of bumping and slamming and screaming could be heard. Everyone looked at each other, no one quite able to summon up the courage to comment.
Back upstairs, Siobhan was writhing and twisting and turning, her body moving like a star gymnast undergoing a massive stroke. Al's head bobbed up and down, as he relentlessly ate her out. Her legs clamped tightly against his ears. You could hear his tongue lapping away and her twat squelching as his fingers stabbed back and forth.
He then pulled himself free, his face soaking wet and shining with her sexual fluids. He stood up, grabbing hold of her legs and pulling her towards him. He looked down at her, vulnerable, helpless, exposed. He'd never wanted to fuck anyone or anything more in his entire life. It felt like his cock was going to burst, so turned on was he at that moment.
"Are you on the Pill, sweetheart?" He asked.
"Sort of."
"Sort of?"
"Well, I sometimes forget to take it."
Al stared at her for a moment, a look of intense concentration on his face.
"Fuck it, we'll worry about it tomorrow." He said, with brisk *insouciance.*
And with that, he pushed his dick inside her for the first time. She was so *tight.* So *hot.* So *wet.*
"Fuuuuuck!" She screamed, as his cock powered its way inside her. "Oh God, Daaaaaddddyyy!"
He was buried balls deep inside her, now; his pubic hair scratching against her soft bald cunt. He pulled back and then thrusted forward again. And again. And again. He lifted her legs up, until they were draped over his body, her feet framing his head. Rhythmically, steadily, Al fucked his daughter. His bum moving back and forth as his cock plunged in and out of her hot hole.
She lay there, looking up at him, the *most* important man in her life. Her father. Her protector. Her *lover.* She couldn't quite understand the thoughts and emotions that floated through her mind. Yes, this was wrong. She knew that. But Christ, it felt so good. She'd never been fucked like this before. She didn't think she'd ever be fucked like this again. This moment was the *perfect* moment. It couldn't get any better than this, surely?
But then Al came, and she realised it could *always* get better.
He roared as he unleashed a torrent of cum inside her unprotected, and potentially fertile, womb. He held her ankles tightly as he came inside his daughter for the first time. Every muscle in his body tensed up for a few seconds, as the sensations of sexual release washed over him. Then he collapsed on the bed next to her
The two of them were in a daze, both of them slipping in and out of consciousness, so powerful and intense was their coupling. They found themselves side by side, he was on his front, she was on her back. They looked at each other and he reached out with his hand and stroked her cheek.
"I love you, Pudding."
"I love you too, Daddy."
They lay their a little longer, gazing into each other's eyes, until Siobhan spoke softly.
"You can't go ahead with the story now, can you? Not after this."
"No, I can't."
"But your editor knows. How can you stop it now?"
"I think I may have an idea. But let's not worry about that now. That's tomorrow's problem."
With that, Al rolled over, pulling his naked daughter on top of her, his dick hardening once more.
**11**
Ten days later and Henry Sellers was sat in his office. It was the same office where Al Scanlon had told him he knew the truth about Henry and his daughter. He recalled that sudden sense of cold dread, like the floor had just disappeared and he was about to plummet into a dark chasm, that was potentially endless.
Another representative of the Daily Herald was about to come through the door. But this time, it wasn't a mere employee. Oh no, Henry was about to confront the organ grinder himself, not the monkey. In a few moments he would be face to face with Sir Hector Fleming. This story was *big.* So big, the boss wanted to get involved.
"Should I wear a wire?" Sir Hector had asked, back at the office.
"No," Al had replied. "Firstly, if you got caught by security at Downing Street, you'd probably be arrested. Secondly, we don't need a recording of the conversation. He's already given me a quote."
"Okay, okay. I doubt security would care that much about me bugging him, as soon as they see some of the emails and photos he and his daughter have been sending each other, but it's better to be safe than sorry, I suppose."
"We don't really need you to go there at all. He knows what we've got on him."
"Yes, but I want to see the whites of his eyes, when I destroy his career."
Almost despite himself, Al actually found Sir Hector's enthusiasm rather endearing. He had been giddy like a schoolgirl ever since Sarah explained to him the nature of the story. And when he'd seen some of the evidence Al had compiled, he practically exploded with excitement, insisting on confronting Henry himself. Sir Hector had worked in newspapers for decades, but he'd never really been at the coalface. He'd only briefly been an editor, and he'd never been a reporter. So, for him, this was all endlessly exciting and intriguing. Plus, he hated Henry Sellers.
Not that you would necessarily deduce that from Sir Hector's demeanour, not when he walked into Henry's office and greeted him warmly enough.
"Prime Minister, good of you to see me." He said, holding out his hand.
"Yes, Sir Hector," Henry replied, shaking it firmly. "This isn't your first trip to Downing Street though, is it?"
"My first since you took office." He said, pointedly. "Your predecessor and I were on quite friendly terms."
"Yes, that's one way of putting it. Please, take a seat."
Sir Hector did so, and looked across the table at the younger man. A man he despised. A man he was planning to crucify, metaphorically at least.
"Well, I don't suppose there's much point beating around the bush, is there? You know why I'm here, I presume?"
"You wish to discuss a personal matter regarding me and my daughter?"
"Yes. A *personal matter* seems a relatively coy way of putting it."
"You think so?"
"I fucking know so, excuse my French."
"Of course."
"To put it bluntly, I always thought you were a *shit* prime minister, but it turns out you are a fucking *degenerate* and a *pervert* to boot."
"Really?"
"Yes, *really.* I think it's fair to say that any man who puts the pork sword to his own daughter, counts as a pervert. At least in my book."
"Well, that's quite the book you have there."
"I mean, we've got you bang to rights, mate. You are fucked, and not in a good way. I have your balls in the palm of my hand, and I will take the utmost pleasure in squeezing them dry."
"What colourful language, I can see why you opted for a career in the media."
"God, you're a smug bastard! Even now, as your life is about to go down the dirty shitter, you still act all smug and superior. Bloody Brits. Jumped up, snooty arseholes, the lot of you!"
"Well, that may or may not be true, but I still don't understand why you're here, Sir Hector. If you're case against me is so *conclusive*, what do you gain by coming to my home and insulting me?"
"Well, sometimes, when we've got a particularly *juicy* story in our back pocket, we come and make an *offer.*"
"An offer?"
"Yeah. Say we've found some B-list celebrity snorting coke off a rent-boy's bum, we might take it easy on them. If they give us an exclusive interview, telling our readers how sorry they are, we might tone down the details, or reframe the story to make them look a little more *sympathetic*."
"And that's the sort of offer you have in mind for me?"
"No."
"No?"
"No. Firstly, what you've done is so beyond the realms of human decency, we wouldn't be able to make you look even a little bit sympathetic. Now, I suppose I could ask you to implement some policy changes that I might like, and in return I could sit on the story."
"That sounds suspiciously like blackmail, Sir Hector."
"Yeah, I suppose it does. But I'm not doing that either."
"Is that right?"
"You bloody bet it is. There's no deal. No mercy. No hope. We're going to run with this and we're going to fucking ruin you. You're going to resign. Then you'll probably be arrested. Charged. Convicted. Within eighteen months, you'll be in Wormwood-bloody-Scrubs, trying to avoid being buggered in the showers."
"It sounds like you've got it all worked out."
"Yes, I bloody do. The stink from this will hang over your party like a fucking funeral shroud. Your coalition allies will abandon you faster than you can say the words *daddy issues*, and the Tories will be back in power within months."
"Simple."
"Yes. I just wanted you to know who it is that fucked you. The same way you fucked that little slut of yours."
Henry's jaw twitched for a moment. He had been a study in calmness and control, but just for one second, that control wavered. He ground his teeth together, but then relaxed a little.
"Well, it seems our business here is concluded then."
"Yeah, I suppose it is."
Sir Hector stood and turned to leave. But then Henry stopped him.
"Oh, apologies Sir Hector, there is one other tiny issue we might wish to discuss."
"What's that?"
"Please, take a seat. *Again.*"
Somewhat reluctantly, the portly Kiwi sat down, and stared sullenly at Henry.
"You're quite right of course. You could destroy my life. I realise that. My relationship with my daughter is *unconventional*. I know that. I could try and explain it, defend it, but I don't imagine you would care or understand. I know that you have quite a *black and white* view of the world."
"Where's this going?"
"The evidence is pretty damning, I can't deny it. We were very reckless, Hannah and I. The emails. The photos. The videos. I presume you've seen them?"
"I've seen enough to know that you're a *monster*."
"Yes, I suppose in some ways I am. It's these modern phones, isn't it? They're the problem. They're like mini computers, recording everything, spying on everyone."
"And?"
"I regularly get briefed by the intelligence services - the *spooks -* and they tell me they don't have equipment as sophisticated and as advanced as an iPhone or an Android."
"You're wasting my time, now. I think I've said all I have to say." He went to stand up again.
"Sit. Down." Henry said, his voice as cold as ice. "Please."
Sir Hector did so.
"Now, where was I? Oh yes, modern phones. You could leave one on a desk, or a bookcase, and it could record *all sorts of things.*"
"What do you mean?" For the first time, Sir Hector was suddenly a little *apprehensive*. His mood had turned sour. His ebullience had faded. This whole meeting wasn't turning out to be anywhere near as enjoyable or satisfying as he thought it would be.
"Well," Henry said, as he opened a drawer in his desk and took out a manila folder. "You have to be so careful these days about what you do, and where you do it, and who you do it with."
He opened the folder and pulled out a dozen or so glossy photos. They were in colour and crystal clear. Henry lay them out on the desk. They depicted what looked to be a fairly plush hotel bedroom and a rather well-upholstered gentleman, who appeared to be wearing nothing but high-heels and black stockings. Some of the pictures showed this man bent over, being caned by a rather voluptuous woman wearing a school uniform. Some of the other photos showed this same woman crushing the man's testicles under the sole of her foot.
The man in question was clearly, without a shadow of a doubt, Sir Hector Fleming.
He sat there, suddenly slumped in his chair. He lifted his hand to point at the photos, but it then dropped to his lap. He said nothing.
"We've got videos too." Henry said, almost a sympathetic tone in his voice. "I didn't print off any photos from them, but there's a bit later on where she starts using a strap-on dildo. *Pegging,* I think they call it. Do you want to look? A reminder perhaps?"
"No." He whispered, barely audible.
"I beg your pardon."
"I said no." He straightened up a little, defeated but not yet destroyed. "So, what do you want?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't piss me about. I've got dirt on you. You've got dirt on me. Presumably some sort of deal is in the offing?"
"Well, when you put it like that. I'm not an unreasonable man, Sir Hector. I know you don't like me. You don't like my *policies.* You don't like the fact that I actually care about the working men and women of this country. You don't like the fact I won't let you have your way on everything. That I've dared to raise your taxes just a *smidge.* Most of all, you don't like the fact that you can't control me."
"Oh give me a break, with your student politics and your agit-prop bollocks. I'm an entrepreneur. I make money. I create jobs. I create wealth. If it was up to people like you, we'd all be living in fucking communes, eating our ration of potatoes. You lefties are so fucking naïve."
"If you'd let me finish. I know you don't like me. And you can continue to not like me. You can carry on publishing your right-wing diatribes, belittling the poor, the European Union, refugees, immigrants, foreigners, gays, everyone else on earth. I don't care. I'm not interested. But we both have secrets. You keep my secrets, and I'll keep yours."
"Is that it?"
"Yes, that's it. No word about me and my daughter appears in your papers, or *anywhere* else. If some whispers pops up on a Ukrainian website, I'll send these pictures to your biggest commercial rivals. There'll be photos of you being buggered on the front page of every newspaper in the land."
"Okay. You have my word."
"Your word is meaningless to me, but it'll have to do. There is one other thing."
"Yes."
"I never want to see your face again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go and fuck that little slut of mine."
Sir Hector said nothing else, he simply stood up and walked out of the room. Henry sighed deeply, as the door closed. He looked down at the pictures on the desk. He glanced at the images, wondering who was the poor cow who had been paid to *entertain* this odious slug of a man.
Well, it turns out the *poor cow* in question was none other that Al's occasional fuck-buddy, Kasia Nowak.
**12**
Al had known that Sir Hector was one of Kasia's clients for a long, long time. She'd told him years before, but he'd never done anything about it. Why would he? *He* was sleeping with her too. Yes, *their* sexual encounters were a little more conventional - no stockings or cock-and-ball torture for Al - but he'd snorted coke with her plenty of times. He was no angel, either.
But then he suddenly had a puzzle of solve, a trap to escape. Or, more accurately, Henry Sellers had a trap to escape. And Al felt compelled to help, for fairly obvious reasons. How could he bring about the political and personal demise of someone who was doing something no more egregious and severe than Al was now doing himself?
So, he had got in touch with Kasia, and begged her for a huge favour. He felt pretty bad about it, if he was being honest. He knew his *relationship* with her - however you might define it - was effectively at an end. He had Siobhan now. They were committed to each other, in every way. He knew he'd treated Kasia pretty badly down the years. She wasn't his girlfriend, but sometimes it felt like she was. Looking back, he could see he had strung her along in many ways, and now he wanted to use her for fairly nefarious purposes.
Not his finest hour.
But she had agreed, and a *rendezvous* was arranged. Sir Hector had, as promised, travelled to London, to discuss the mysterious big story that was brewing at his flagship British paper. He was only planning to be in the country for a couple of days - although, he decided to stay a bit longer when he found out what the story was about. And, since he was in town, why not enjoy a little *fun* and *relaxation* while he was there. So, he got in touch with Kasia, just as she was trying to get in touch with him, and asked if she were available to meet up.
*Where* to meet up was the real issue. They would usually enjoy their little *assignations* in an expensive hotel. Relatively anonymous, extremely indulgent. But, how would Al monitor and record what went on? Henry's spiel about smartphones was true enough, but if he really wanted to do this properly, he might need some help. *Professional* help. He couldn't use the expertise at his paper; most employees would no doubt be a little reluctant to spy on their own boss...apart from Al, of course.
So, it certainly didn't hurt to have friends in high places.
Al had contacted Henry and explained to him the situation in hand. Henry said he'd see what he could do and then he'd get back to him. Now, contrary to what some might believe, British prime ministers don't have a crack team of special agents at their personal beck and call, who can carry out sensitive espionage operations on their behalf.
But, there are things that can be done. *Unofficial* levers that can be pulled; buttons that can be pressed. And, if you wanted to do *anything* in the British governmental system, even something a little off-the-books like this, at some point you would have to involve the permanent civil service. Which is where Henry's Cabinet Secretary - Sir Angus Stout - came in.
A *tense* conversation was had, a solution was found. A very expensive suite in a *very* expensive hotel was rigged up with various contraptions that recorded all that would transpire within those walls. All very *irregular*. All very *illegal*.
"You know, Prime Minister, I am reluctant to delve too deeply into the details of this, but I would hope this was not a course of action you might wish to embark upon with any regularity?" Sir Angus had said to him, once all the arrangements had been made.
"No, I can assure you, this is very much a one-off. An *extraordinary circumstance.*"
"Very well, Prime Minister."
He stood up and headed for the exit. But then he paused, and turned round.
"If I may say so, Prime Minister, I think it would be wise for you to consider the consequences of some *personal* choices you have made. Especially if those *choices* endangered or jeopardised the security or welfare of the State."
Henry blinked a couple of times, a certain unease descending upon him.
"I'm not sure I understand what you mean, Sir Angus."
"Oh come, come, Prime Minister, I think we both know your powers of perception are really quite acute. You understand *exactly* what I mean."
"Okay then. Assuming that is true, may I inquire how widely known are my *personal choices*?"
"Let me assure you, your *unusual* family situation is a closely guarded secret. Almost no one knows. And those who do are paragons of discretion and confidentiality. They are honour bound to protect you, in all ways possible. I told you when you took office, I would serve you with total commitment. I meant every word. I believe you are a good man. I believe you are a *moral* man. But what you are doing inevitably leads to risk. Risk for you, risk for your daughter, but risk for the country too. We can all try to *deal* with this risk, as we are doing so now, but it would be foolish not to admit the risk exists."
"Okay, Sir Angus, thank you."
"Daughters are a great support, Prime Minister. I understand that, more than most. You know I lost my own wife?"
"Yes, I believe I did."
"Margaret was visiting her dying mother at a hospice. Dementia. On the way home, her car was hit by a lorry. The driver had fallen asleep at the wheel. He'd been on the road for nearly twenty hours. Pressured by his boss, you see. She died instantly."
"I'm very sorry, Sir Angus."
"Eleanor was 22 years old when her mother died. It was a *difficult* time for us, as I'm sure you would understand."
"Of course."
"She was a great *comfort* to me."
"I'm sure she was."
"A comfort to me perhaps, in the same way your daughter was to you."
"The *same* way?"
"Yes, *exactly* the same."
"I see." Henry paused for a second. "How long?"
"Fifteen years now." He lifted one hand up to the other, grasping hold of his wedding band, between two fingers. "Eleanor wears *her* ring on her other hand, just to be careful, but *we* know. We know the truth."
"The picture on your desk. The young boy?"
"Sebastian. Eleanor's little lad. He's ten years old now."
"Your grand*...son*?"
"Yes," He said, with a cryptic smile. "I suppose, in a way, he is that *too*."
Sir Angus left the room and Henry sat their alone, a little nonplussed and disoriented by the evening's events.
**Three months later...**
Britain does have summers, but it really specialises in cold, grey autumns. It was October, and if there had been such a thing as an *Indian* *Summer*, it was well over now. The clouds were grey and the ground was wet. It was cold too, very cold.
Not that Henry and Al had to concern themselves too much about the inclement weather. The two men were sat on plush leather chairs in the main living room of Chequers. A huge fire was raging in the hearth and they were both sipping the finest single malt Scotch. It had a picture postcard feel to it. If you looked up the word *cosy* in the dictionary, you might as well have just seen a photo of this particular moment, captured in time.
Cosy and just a little bit *smug.* Both of these men were guilty now of ongoing crimes that almost every law-abiding citizen would be absolutely appalled by. Sure, the fathers could try to explain and justify their behaviour, but almost no one would understand. Yet, at least for now, their secrets were safe. Henry had dodged a bullet - a bullet in the form of a rather large, rather obnoxious New Zealander, called Sir Hector Fleming - and he knew he'd been very, very lucky.
"You never did tell me how he acted once he got back to your headquarters?" Henry said.
"Who, Sir Hector?" Al replied. "He went fucking apeshit. That's how he acted. Absolutely insane with anger, the second he walked through the door. Screaming and shouting and ranting. It was a truly marvellous sight."
"What did he say to you?"
"He said the story had to be dropped and the evidence had to be destroyed."
"What did you say?"
"I had to *pretend* to be outraged. I was screaming at him, he was screaming at me. This big story I'd been working on, and it all suddenly goes up in smoke? I should've won a fucking Oscar for my performance."
"And the evidence? You did destroy it?"
"Trust me, Henry. There'll be no problems from my end. You might want Hannah to be a bit more *circumspect* about what she leaves on her phone, though."
Both men took a sip of their drinks, and settled down to a comfortable silence.
Elsewhere in the building, their respective daughters were walking along a corridor, holding hands. Hannah had been giving Siobhan a tour of the house. Much of it dated back to the sixteenth century, and she had taken great pleasure in showing off the place that had been her home for nearly three years.
But mostly she wanted to gossip with her new best friend.
The two young women had become as thick as thieves in the last few months. A state of affairs that almost seemed kind of inevitable. Both of them were members of a very *exclusive* club, namely the *girls-who-are-willingly-and-enthusiastically-fucking-their-fathers* club. As Hannah had once speculated, it was unlikely they were the *only* members, potentially there could be *thousands* of them all around the world, but it wasn't exactly the kind of association that provided a mailing list, identity card and badge.
Their shared experiences informed their growing friendship. But, when you came down to it, they just really *liked* each other. Siobhan almost had something of a girl-crush on Hannah. Not sexual, not really - although both of them got a bit of a *buzz* when they were in each other's company - it was more a sense of *admiration*. Hannah was like the older sister Siobhan had never had. She was so beautiful and so smart and so funny. She looked up to her. Idolised her in a way.
Although Siobhan was no slouch when it came to looks, intelligence and personality. To see her on this day would be to see a woman *transformed*. It's not as if she was some ugly duckling who had now metamorphosed into a fabulous swan, Siobhan had always been incredibly attractive, but she had now *matured.* She looked like a grown up, not a rebellious teenager, setting out to shock and outrage.
The black and blue hair was gone, and she was reverting to her natural colour; a deep, rich auburn, not dissimilar to Hannah's. Her makeup was a lot more subdued, the dark eyeliner and lipstick replaced with natural tones, that accentuated her delicate, youthful features. The nose ring was no more, as were various other piercings around her body; although she was now in proud possession of a clit ring, which Al loved to tug on with his teeth, when he was eating her out. Something he did with indecent regularity.
Her manner of dress was a lot more low-key. Where she had once worn Doc Martins, she now opted for high-heeled shoes or sandals. The tiny mini-skirts and tight tops had been abandoned in favour of more modest dresses or feminine skirts and blouses. If the intention was for her to look a little more demure, it could only be called a partial success. Siobhan was just too voluptuous, too sensual, just too damn sexy to be anything other than the intoxicating creature she was.
And she insisted on *never* wearing knickers. Both she and her Daddy *preferred* it that way.
Hannah and Siobhan loved being together because they could talk to one another, *confide* in one another. Share their secrets. And that's what they were doing now, as they came to a temporary halt, next to a giant arched window, looking out on the grey and damp grounds of the building.
"So," Hannah said, with a big grin on her face. "How's it going?"
Siobhan blushed, although she too was smiling.
"It's unbelievable." She said. "It's amazing. Just like you said it would be."
"I know! It's better than anything else, isn't it? That moment when he fucks you." Hannah said, slamming her fist into the palm of her hand.
"It can still be a bit weird. I mean, he is still my *Dad*. Like, he can be incredibly annoying, the same way he always has been. He still shouts at me for biting my nails, or not washing the dishes. Sometimes he's still my father, but then..."
"But then you suck his cock?" Hannah said, giggling.
"Yeah, then I suck his cock."
The two girls laughed together for a few moments, both of them amused and *aroused.*
"And when he's inside me, it's just like you said."
"Safe?"
"*Safe*. He's pretty insatiable too."
"He wants you a lot?"
"A lot. And I mean a *lot*. He's always groping and fondling me. I didn't think older men could be so horny."
"Well, it's amazing the effect big-titted teenagers can have on them. Have you tried anal?" Hannah asked.
"No, not yet. I don't know about doing that. He is pretty big."
"You should, you really should. It's brilliant. I love it. You have to be careful when you do it, but as long as you relax and use plenty of lube, it'll be fine. All men love it, so he'll be *so* grateful, and it feels so intense."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Yeah, it can do, a bit. But in a good way. It can get a bit tender down there afterwards, but it's so worth it. And I've not seen you wrong so far, have I?"
"No, that's true."
"When's his birthday?"
"December."
"Maybe you could give it to him as a birthday present?"
"Maybe, although I was thinking of just getting him Amazon vouchers."
They both laughed again, hugging each other, as their bodies shook with amusement and good cheer.
Not far away, Henry and Al were onto their second glass of scotch and the two men were feeling supremely relaxed. The flames in the hearth were dying down slightly.
"What about your source? The woman who caught me and Hannah in the act?"
Like all good journalists, Al was fiercely determined to protect his informants, but this situation was a little *peculiar*, to say the least. So, he had spilled the beans, once he was confident there would be no reprisals. But he had got to know Henry well enough, to trust nothing untoward would happen.
"Well, I told her there was nothing in it. I said Hannah was sleeping with one of your bodyguards, and that's what she saw."
"Did she believe you?"
"I don't know. Possibly not. Apparently her late husband was a big admirer of my work, so she might be *minded* to believe me. I don't feel very good about abusing her trust, but what can you do?"
"I could have her killed."
"What?!" Al said in a startled voice.
"I'm *joking.* I wouldn't be able to, even if I wanted to." Henry said with a smile.
"I should hope so too." Al said, slightly thrown for a second. "What I do know is that she has a daughter and grandson who live in Canada. She wants to join them, but the paperwork isn't exactly straightforward. Not for someone her age."
"Hmmm...Canada? It's funny you should mention it, but I am on quite good terms with the Canadian PM. Maybe I could have a quiet word?"
"Maybe you should. I think she'd be a lot less likely to cause any trouble if she was living on the other side of the Atlantic."
"Yes, I think you're right. Although, I may not have too long to do it."
"Why not?"
"I'm resigning in the new year."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm calling it quits. Someone I know pointed out to me the risks I was taking. For me, for Hannah, for the country. We very nearly got caught, and I can't bring myself to imagine how awful that would've been. It's not fair to anyone. It's too dangerous. So I'm going to stand down."
"And do what?"
"I'm going to be the next head of the International Monetary Fund."
"Christ! Why would you want to do that?"
"Who's the current head of the IMF?"
"God knows."
"Well, there's your answer. No one cares or is remotely interested in the head of the IMF. Well, *most* people don't care. I will disappear from the front of the British papers. Hannah and I can live anonymously, or near enough, in Washington. We won't be able to live openly as a couple, but it will be a lot easier."
"Yeah, I suppose so. If you're certain it's the right thing to do?"
"I am. There's one other thing."
"Christ, what now?"
"Hannah's pregnant."
"Fuck..."
"Yeah, that's pretty much what I said."
"How far along is she?"
"Three months. It must've happened round about the time we first met. We've just had the first scan. Everything seems to be fine."
"Fuck...congratulations."
"Thank you. You see why time is of the essence? We want to get out before she *shows* too much. We won't be able to keep it a secret forever, and although no one's likely to guess who the father is, I'd prefer to be out of Downing Street before the news breaks."
"A dad again, at your age? Jesus."
"Yeah, I know."
Both men took a sip of their drinks. Henry looked off into the mid distance for a second or two, and then turned his attention to Al once more.
"I don't think I've ever really thanked you, you know."
"For what?"
"For what you did. For *protecting* us. Protecting me and Hannah. You could've published the story. It would've been the biggest scoop of all time, I imagine."
"Yeah, probably. But I couldn't do it. Even if nothing had happened between me and Siobhan,
I still - probably - wouldn't have gone for it. How can it be a crime, when you're not hurting anyone? How can it be wrong, when it feels so right?"
"Exactly."
"Besides, sometimes you just have take one for the team."
"And we're a team?"
"In a way." Al said. "A really weird, fucked up way. And if you want to pay me back, you can give me an exclusive on the pregnancy."
"It's a deal."
By now, Henry and Hannah's happy news had been shared with another member of the Scanlon family. Hannah was sat on a cushioned bench, in the archway of the giant window where her conversation with Siobhan had been taking place. The younger woman was sat next to her, her head resting on her shoulder, her hand gently stroking Hannah's belly.
"You're not going to feel it kick, you know." Hannah said. "It's only about the size of a plum."
"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"
"No. I don't know if I want to know, to be honest."
"Are you scared?"
"Terrified. But excited too. I've always known that I wanted to have his baby, right from the first time we slept together. The thought of him impregnating me, his own daughter, is kind of a big turn on, to be honest."
Siobhan felt her entire body shiver a little in excitement. *Yes*, she understood *exactly* what she meant.
"I didn't think it would so happen so soon," Hannah continued. "This wasn't *planned*. But now it is happening, we just want to make the most of it. I keep imagining myself when I'm heavily pregnant and my belly is huge and he's looking after me."
"Your father?"
"My *man.*"
"Yes, I can see why that idea appeals to you."
The two young women looked at each other intently for a second or two, a world of understanding and recognition passing between them. A world of possibilities and lives not yet lived and lives that would never be lived. Changes and traumas. Dreams and desires. For a second, it looked like they were about to kiss.
But then, just like that, the moment passed.
"I'm famished." Hannah stated. "I think our meal should be ready soon. Shall we go find them?"
"Our fathers?"
"Our *men.*"
Hannah stood up and held out her hand. Siobhan took it and stood up herself.
"We could swap, you know?" Hannah said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Swap? Swap what?"
"Our fathers. Tonight. You could fuck my dad and I could fuck your's?"
"Seriously?" Siobhan squeaked.
"Naah, I'm joking." Hannah said, barely able to suppress a giggle. "The look on your face! You're definitely his type though. He loves redheads with big tits."
Hand in hand, the two young women walked together along the corridor, laughing like a couple of naughty schoolgirls, heading to the main living room, where the flickering orange glow of the fire guided them like a beacon in the dark.
There was no swapping that night, and Al and Siobhan slept in one of the palatial guest rooms, making love in a bed that had played host to foreign leaders, princes and potentates. The next morning, after a hearty breakfast, they left; both couples wishing the other all the best, before returning once more to their respective lives.
Siobhan didn't wait until her father's birthday, to offer up her last remaining virgin hole. A week or so later, upon her suggestion, Al fucked her up the arse for the first time. She was lying on her front, a couple of pillows under her waist, the KY Jelly glistening in the subdued light of their bedroom. She was nervous, apprehensive, but tremendously excited. Just like her dear friend had promised, it was a wonderful, intense experience; but Siobhan did feel a little *tender* the next day.
She and Al settled into a comfortable domestic situation. Technically, Siobhan lived with her mother and stepfather, but she spent most of her time now at her dad's place. And she spent a not inconsiderable amount of that time in bed with him. Once the incestuous genie was out of its bottle, there was no putting it back. The two lovers were absolutely insatiable. They were fucking and fucking and fucking all the time. The flat had to be constantly aired out, so powerful was the pungent smell of their lovemaking.
Al occasionally felt a pang of guilt, along with a dash of regret, about what they were doing. He loved his daughter very much, and he certainly loved sleeping with her as well. But he knew she was making terrible sacrifices to continue their relationship. She was young, she was vibrant; there was surely no future in what they were doing?
But then he would catch himself looking at her, studying her face as she watched television or swiped through messages on her phone. *God, she's so pretty*, he'd think to himself*.* Then, she might look up at him and smile. Her entire face lighting up, bathing him in warmth and joy. And all doubts slipped away in an instant. She had captured his heart, entirely and completely. She had done so when she was a baby. Now she had recaptured it, in a very different way, as a young woman.
For Siobhan, there were no regrets. None at all. She was deeply in love, and couldn't imagine any other life than the one she had. She was closer now to her father than she had ever been. She was *happier* than she had ever been. She was more sexually satisfied than she had ever been.
And she just couldn't get the idea of Hannah being pregnant out of her mind. Just the very thought of it. So bold. So audacious. So *outrageous*. To be carrying her own father's baby? It disturbed her. It confused her. It *excited* her. She would be lying there, her legs spread, Al on top of her, pounding away; and she would fantasise about what might happen next. All it would take is one little *accident*, and her life would be transformed.
But she was so young and her father was, to be brutally frank, so *old.* Al was closer to sixty than fifty. The age gap between them was far larger than the one that existed between Henry and Hannah. Al looked a lot more youthful than his years, and was in pretty good shape. And there was certainly no questions marks over his sexual *stamina*, but what might it be like in a few years time?
And yet, and yet, and yet...
The love between them was real and profound. And Siobhan was convinced that they would survive and thrive *together.* She *would* carry his child. She knew that instinctively. One day, and she suspected it would be a lot sooner than later, he would plant his seed inside her, and nature would take its course. They would have a baby together, and they would love that baby *together.* In the end, nothing else mattered.
For Henry and Hannah, the decision had already been made. There was nothing fantastical or imaginary about *her* pregnancy. By the time he left office, she had pretty much disappeared from the public eye. No clothes on earth would have been able to disguise the bump if she had been stood next to him, as he made his farewell speech.
There had been plenty of speculation in the press about where she might be, but it was only after the couple moved out of Downing Street that the truth emerged. Al never got his exclusive. A paparazzo caught sight of Hannah, clearly heavily pregnant, walking down the street, not far from Henry's constituency home in Liverpool. The story blew up online. Henry's office issued a statement confirming Hannah was pregnant, but revealed no more details, and urged the media to respect their privacy. It was a big story for a few weeks, with endless speculation as to who the father might be. All sorts of names were put forward, but not one person suggested Henry. Why would they? The idea was so bizarre. So unbelievable.
Eventually, father and daughter moved to the States, so Henry could take up his new job at the IMF, and the matter faded from the headlines. They settled into their new life together with relative ease. In some ways, being the Managing Director of a large, supranational organisation was a lot more comfortable than being a British prime minister. The work was a considerably less arduous and they could spend a great deal more time together.
The baby was due any day now. Hannah was ginormous, although most of the extra weight seemed to have settled on her belly and her tits. They still fucked. A *lot.* She would settle down on top of him, looking like a giant horny buddha. His dick would be buried inside her, and she would gently rock back and forth. She was lactating now, and her breasts would squirt out little streaks of milk that would splash onto her belly, when her father fondled them. He would suckle at her teat on occasion too. She knew she would have two mouths to feed, once her baby had arrived. A thought that only filled her with joy and anticipation.
It was going to be a boy. They knew that now. A perfectly healthy little boy. She was going to have two men in her life. Two people to care for, in very different ways. How would they explain their *situation* when their son was old enough to ask the right sort of questions? Would they tell him the truth? Would they reveal the fact that Henry was the boy's grandfather as well as his dad? Or that she had given birth to her own brother?
Those were questions to be answered another day. A day that was still a long way away. And Hannah understood, like Siobhan had understood, that she wasn't alone. She had someone beside her. Someone to rely on. She had her father. Her lover. Her *man*.
Henry and Hannah Sellers were both conscious of a fundamental truth now. They knew it in their bones. He had been, for a handful of years, an important world leader. Arguably, one of the most powerful men on earth. He had wanted to change things. Make things better. But he had quickly come to understand that there were fierce limits to what he could do in office. There was resistance. Inertia. He could push, try to implement his policies, but the impact was always modest and incremental.
But there was *one* thing he did manage to achieve before leaving office, apart from getting his daughter pregnant, of course. The last piece of major legislation passed by the Henry Sellers administration was the *Criminal Justice and Sexual Offences Act*. It mostly concerned itself with prison reform and introducing new measures to try and improve the conviction rates for rape and sexual assault.
Hidden away in the legal text however, was one fairly significant change; namely the complete repeal of the existing incest laws. Consensual sex for anyone over the age of sixteen, even for those who were closely related to one another, was now legal. Brothers and sisters. Mothers and sons. *Fathers* *and* *daughters*.
Henry's Justice Secretary had questioned the decision quite strenuously, worried about potentially damaging headlines, but the Civil Service were strangely relaxed about the whole thing. Henry understood it might cause a bit of a stink, even if no one knew the significance of the law for him personally, but he pushed ahead with it anyway. He thought it was the right thing to do.
And, as a wise and courageous friend had once told him, sometimes you just have to take one for the team.
**The End** | literotica |
Title: The Shy One by Sanura Mosi
Tags: Bondage, Compassion, D&D, Fantasy, Lynx, M/F, Prostitution
This story is part of a Challenge me and my Bunny lover set up. We would give each other the sexes, races and agree on a setting. This is from our first challenge. Sexes: MF Races: Lynx, Chipmunk Setting: Fantasy Hope you enjoy it, there's more to cum.
"Now he's worth a gold or two!" The curvaceous minx leered at the Lynx stepping up to the bar. She sipped from her large mug of ale as another in the scantily clad group called out in argument. "No! He's worth two silver if he's worth a copper." The doe smirked and gestured at his well-made cape and leaned over to the quiet chipmunk beside her. "Those dandified, good looking types wouldn't know good yiffing if it hit them in the face." The comment was loud and the Lynx glanced over with a raised eyebrow then looked back at his glass of wine. The elf of the group laughed as the chipmunk winced, and slapped one bared shoulder. "You haven't gotten used to Freeda's loud voice in the two weeks you've been here huh? You've got something else comin." She grinned evilly as the shy chipmunk. The Chipmunk had been transferred to the Horny Stag a few weeks ago amid a wagonload of protests from the girls upstairs. They all were very displeased about having competition arrive on their doorstep, and not one of them had wanted to admit that the chipmunk was much prettier and bound to take more than a bit of their business, even without any specialties. Wientar, an elf of a couple hundred years, was in the business for the convenience- she loved getting money for something she naturally wanted to do all the time anyway. She hated losing customers to a soft-eyed newcomer. She looked over at the Lynx and let her mind brew an idea to put the pretty little thing in her place finally. The girls continued to argue, and finally Reice, the chipmunk, piped in with her estimate. "I'd pay him twenty gold." They all widened their eyes at her. Each of them only got a gold or two for a customer, as much as five for a generous patron, but only once had they seen someone get twenty gold, and that had been a special circumstance, after all the girl HAD allowed both men on her at once, that definitely deserved twenty gold. Heda protested loudly. "Girl, you've got a lot to learn! Even I wouldn't be generous enough about his sexual talents, no matter HOW good he looks." The other two nodded succinctly, they were women of the night, but they were very frugal with their money. Not one of them would pay 20 gold for a good dress, much less one night with a man. They were a silver a dozen! They all knew that. The Lynx had been glancing at them and finally they noticed. Three out of the four smiled invitingly at him. They might be on their afternoon break, but none wanted to lose good money for not paying attention. He smiled a bit, seemingly amused at something behind them, before he turned back to the wine on the bar. They sighed in disappointment; obviously he was here for something else. They all turned back, Reice more quietly, to perusing the males in the room, and a few females in the same manner, debating loudly who was worth the most coin. Wientar smirked and stood to sashay over to the bar where the lynx sat, her bright green dress only covered enough to make her decent and bared so much that many patrons often wondered when her breasts would fall out of the top or the skirt would fail to cover her butt. It always did...until her hand was filled with something shiney. Then she was quite generous with her view. She was a bit generous now, more because she wanted something out of him. She slid up next to him and gave him a smooth, sensual smile. "Care to take a load off?" The lynx glanced at her, his amber eyes considering as he scanned her body, and then turned back to the wine he was nursing. "I thought I had when I'd taken a seat. The wine seems to be helping me with the rest." Wientar blinked in blatent surprise at the dismissal. She may not be the best looking in this town, but she didn't rate a dismissal. "I know who you're interested in, and I can get you in to see her for free..." The lynx glanced at her sharply, but Wientar just smirked back. The lynx wasn't about to be taken in and asked in his rough voice what his part would be. Wientar smiled confidently. "You simply show her what the world is really like. She had some silly idea about beautiful endings, us girls think she's been coddled too much." She saw the lynx's eyes narrow a bit. She hurriedly tried to cover up her mistaken truth. "She usually fetches as much as 10 gold, and she usually has a waiting list...You just have to show her the truth." She smiled up at him and saw the wheels turning. She knew the other patrons had coddled her, something about the beautiful face and tiny body made all males her slave, and unwilling to give her the same violent sex they always gave the other three girls. She wanted her to see what the other girls working here had to deal with. Maybe then she'd be less starry eyed. She saw him hesitate and smiled. Time, she had time to waste. "You don't need to decide now, I'll let you think about that, and how she'd look naked underneath you." That seemed to spark something in his eyes, although his face remained blank. She slipped away and went back to the table humming. She'd seen that he was a cleric, but he was one for the god of war. She knew a few of those, they didn't like bland sex, they got too much excitement on the battlefield to ever settle for regular things in bed. He'd enjoy the excitement of breaking her spirit, she just had to let that image seep into his brain and he'd decide to let his morals go in favor of such a lucky break. She chuckled. Men were all so predictable.
"Now that was interesting." Sedwri muttered as he glanced over at the table of loose women. He had just come in for an ale after his last deception and had been propositioned by a hooker to break another one. He looked at the chipmunk, who was smiling a bit at the other three's antics. Their antics currently included teasing a poor bookish looking fellow a few tables over. The poor human was looking a little hot under the collar and more than a little tight in the breeches as the minx and doe gave him quite the display and the third gave him saultry looks, promising him a lot he was willing to bet she'd never go through with. He shook his head and went back to his wine. He usually stuck with ale, but today he was celebrating, he'd gotten a big job impersonating a cleric and stealing some prized jewels from a temple of Ares. He had been especially pleased that the job came from a thief of a notable thief's guild. It meant that his name was making its way around the city and soon he'd be sought after for his talents. For now he was just happy those clerics hadn't succeeded in beheading him back at the temple. He'd been too tired to bother changing into his real clothes, and so had kept on the cleric's outfit rather than the usual traveling clothes he wore. He flexed his right shoulder and winced. Note to self, next time bring a real mace, it serves a better battering ram then your own shoulder. He smirked, it had been worth it, he was now fifty gold richer than he'd been earlier, and hoped to spend it paying off the little place he had in the woods outside of town. Apparently even the woods had a price on it these days. He sipped his wine and allowed himself to contemplate the Elf's offer. He was damn good at deceiving people, He was willing to bet he could get an evening with the chipmunk without ever paying a cent and without ever breaking the small creature. He looked her over and caught himself purring. She was something to look at, he usually preferred females that were his size, but for some reason her slight form appealed to him. It made him want to pounce her right here and now. He growled under his breath then looked away. But if they caught him...He shook his head, being a part of that side of town, he knew that even prostitutes had thugs to take care of a dishonest deal. He glanced at the elf and sized her up. He was willing to bet she had some skills she was hiding from everyone. He glanced at the chipmunk again. Maybe she was good at deceiving others also, she couldn't have been a prostitute this long and keep that honest expression otherwise. Sedwri tried to remember when he'd last had sex and winced. It was bad when it was an effort. He should just keep it simple and assume it had been quite a long time. He excused himself by reasoning that he'd been pretty busy with jobs lately and gaining the reputation he had. He ignored the voice in the back of his head that assured him he'd been busy...busy not having the money to get sex... He snorted down at his wine. So he was less than charismatic...he could act like it if he needed to. Deceiving people had to be good for his sex life somehow. He finally made up his mind. This might the biggest deception he's ever done. And the most risky, he had the feeling his life and soul- if he managed to disappoint the goddess Leria- were on the line and he silently prayed to her to lend him some of her talents tonight. He might need a few favors. With that in mind he stepped away from the bar and motioned to get the elf's attention. She immediately saw him and slipped away from the table. She smiled in triumph as she noticed it hadn't been a very long time since she'd propositioned him. "It's a deal." He told her quietly, and when he looked longingly at the chipmunk he didn't have to fake it. His loins were already drawing blood from other parts of him. His sensitive nose could almost smell her already, but he made himself feign an evil smirk as the elf, Wientar as she'd told him finally, led him up the stairs and to a room with Reice written on the door. A rather good representation of a chipmunk was painted underneath it. Someone was an inspiring artist here at the Stag. The room was plain and sensual all at once, it had deep red walls, with out any paintings on it, with a bed and chest on one wall and a table, chairs and an odd sling hanging from the ceiling. He looked at it curiously and sat down on the bed and started removing his clothes. Might as well ready himself for when she finally got here.
Reice frowned in curiosity as she mounted the stairs to the rooms, Wien' had been strangely vague about who was waiting for her. She just said that she was giving Reice a treat and she'd pay her 15 gold to sleep with him. She was absently wondering if the man was deformed or crippled somehow. Whoever it was, for 15 gold he got treated like a king. She'd even prepaid Reice, and she patted the coins that were in a hidden pocket. This should prove interesting, if not pleasurable, for her. She paused outside her door and took the time to make sure she was "presentable". Mainly she was loosening the few buttons that held the skimpy dress on her. She was getting paid to be nude or close to it, so she was coming through. Her tail was low behind her and she braced herself for what kind of man was waiting for her, contrary to she knew what Wien' thought, she had had plenty of odd customers, which was why she had that chest in her room- it was full of sex toys- not any of her clothes. She just got a lot of customer's when they thought she was unbroken. She chuckled as she put her hand on the door handle, more like unbreakable. As soon as the door closed behind her she let the dress fall to the ground and finally looked up for her customer. She gasped when she met something the total opposite of what she'd been expecting. In front of her was a lithe muscular Lynx, in full, proud nudity. His steel gray furr smoothly covered subtlely etched muscles and as her eyes found the main object that demanded her attention she made a low sound in her throat. He was standing out proudly from his sheath, complete with a subtle row of barbs along the outer edge. Her dark eyes rose to his as she heard it finally. He was purring, and the deep, full rumble made her curl her toes. His eyes looked back at her with hot blatent lust. After a few moments she wondered what his defect was, Wein' didn't like her at all and wouldn't give her such a treat. "She made a deal with you didn't she?" She backed away a bit so that the door was against her back. She left out what kind of deal she thought it was, but the Lynx seemed to understand anyway and half smiled at her, padded over to her smoothly- making her shake a bit. "Yes she did," He paused a handsbreath away from her and she could almost feel his purring, it was vibrating through her and messing with her senses. She knew she was losing her ability to think straight and tried to fight it. "But I intend to hold my own deal, as long as you can act fairly well." He ducked his head to tease her lips. She started. Kissing was an unwritten 'nono' among whores. It was far too intimate for business. She looked up, and she had to strain her neck, as she wasn't even 5 feet tall, merely 4 feet and 10 inches tall, while he easily topped 6 feet. "What kind of deal? What do you mean act well?" He gave up keeping his distance and put his hands on her waist, lifting her up into him. She let out a small groan as she felt his hard length against her. He proceeded to set her down on the bed and she tried to distract him from the evil purpose she knew he was up to. His mouth gaped open as she expert drew his length into her small mouth, she ran her tongue along his barbs slowly, then stroked up and down the sides before finally letting her mouth close around the length tightly. He let out a growl and pushed her away, straddling her as she fell back onto the bed. His purring form and hard length pressed into her as he buried his head into her neck and breathed in deeply. Finally he told spoke again, his voice husky. "My deal is for both of us to enjoy ourselves, an even trade. Wientar's idea was for me to break you, I prefer to let you act your way through making her believe I did just that." He licked at a spot on her neck and nibbled a spot nearby, causing her to shiver. "Deal?" Her legs went up on either side of him as she smiled, her eyes closed. "Deal." She reached down with one paw and took his hot length into her hand, stroking it, and soon earning a growl again and him pulling away. Soon she figured out that he wasn't pulling away...he was moving down. She started as she realized he was planning on making love to her, not just having sex. She whimpered before she could stop herself. She wasn't sure that would be good for her mental health, but soon she flung her head back with eyes wide and spread her legs as wide as they'd go. He'd licked her outer lips with his tongue and his purring made it something otherworldly as he licked first the wet outside, then the crevace in between. She whimpered a different whimper this time, lifting her hips into him. He paused for a moment, causing her to quiver a bit with impatience and he breathed in her scent deeply. She cried out when he suddenly dove his rough tongue inside of her, her paws moved to his- which were currently cupping her nether cheeks to keep her firmly to him. As he continued her nails dug into the back of his forearms, drawing blood as she quivered with what was a building orgasm. She felt it coming and suddenly tore away from him and pushed him onto his back roughly, causing him to start in surprise. She never liked to come immediately and enjoyed the feeling when she denied herself in the middle of it. She eagerly took his barbed length into her paws and slid it into her mouth, moaning at the feeling and heard him growl purringly. He finally arched his hips into her as she used her experience on him, he felt himself just starting to build and looked down at her, two could play that game, he took her head in his hands and forced her up to his mouth, he held her head as he kissed her deeply, earning a sound deep in her throat and her full hearted response. They kissed for a long moment and then He dove his finger into her building up a slow rhythm as she bucked over him, her paw going to his length as she stroked it and pulled at it. Soon she was on the edge of her orgasm as well as he and they looked down at each other in mutual agreement and stopped she kissed him and swiftly mounted him. She knew she'd be tight and she enjoyed the sensation as she rode him smoothly. His paws searched out her breasts and as she moved he tweaked her nipples, causing her to cry out, and him to groan when he felt her inner walls clench around him. He was the one to stop. This time he had a question. "Show me what the sling is for." She smirked and let her tail rise to stay parallel with her back and dismounted him. He sat up and eagerly made his way for the sling as she adjusted a few straps and then smiled at him. In a few moments they were in a pleasantly odd position. He was in a sitting position and she was mounted on him facing away, Her hands holding some straps to hold her in a diagonal position, her knees were braced on another set of straps. She gasped once she finally settled on him. They both then groaned at the mutually awesome feelings. They fit together perfectly like this, and they were both still on a huge high from previously denying themselves. They started to move and his eyes widened a bit in amazement, the straps and the fact that they were in midair, took every sense and put it on their joined bodies, and the swaying added another element to the lovemaking. After a few strokes they were flying against each other, her claws her digging into his thighs as she let out a primal sound from the back of her throat, he was growling and purring underneath her as they moved fast and hard against each other. They came to the edge and leaped over it together. Her orgasm came with a piercing scream and his with a loud cat cry. They flew and drifted back down together as they quivered and shook with the fire and sparks that shot through their whole beings. She collapsed and he pulled her back against him and cuddled her to him. He purred softly and they lay there in the afterglow. She quietly lay there for a long while, dozing. Finally she spoke. "I should've paid you." He grinned and chuckled and tilted her chin up so that he could look into her eyes. "Maybe you will." He kissed her softly and she looked at him and smiled finally, content for now... | FSE |
Title: ANGEL GOOD BYE! by Demon the WindDragon
Tags: M/F, sadness
Read "a one night fest" before reading this. This is part two enjoy!
In a rundown hotel in the city, a light could be seen in the dark motel. Demon carefully threw items in a pack as her sister slept in the other room. "Now, let's see that's about all we need." Demon mummers as she packed a large suite case. It seemed she and angel (her sister) was going on a long vacation. "Now all there is do is to get Angel dressed." Demon walks quietly over to Angel's room and peers in. In the room was a light blue canopy bed. The walls had small Legendz dolls on shelves with stuffed animals below it. The bedside lamp was off but it looked pretty enough. She slowly opens the door to see her sister sleeping peacefully in her bed. Demon walks over to Angel's bed and saw that her sister's blanket was half covering her. Demon smiles as she picks Angel up carefully in her powerful arms. Demon then puts her in a Victorian dress so that she wouldn't be noticed as well to being a Legendz. Demon watches as Angel turns into her human form while she put her shoes on. *Well it's now or never even if I don't want to. This is for the best I mean......she must be scared of me for what I did to her last night. I would be too though......it's best for both of us.* Demon picks up angel still thinking what she had done last night.
Last night......
*Demon was having a good time because she was drunk. She walked down the quite streets to see a blue and white WindDragon that had a pilot's cap on his head. Demon grins staggering to him as she felt warmth fill her. "Hi cutie......want to play? Please? I don't charge." The dragon seemed surprised as she kisses him. He blinks before kissing back his paws sliding on her body. "Demon breaks the kiss as he shifts so Demon was lifted up and now sat in his lap. The dragon grins as Demon purrs in approval. "Shiron thrust into me. Do it hard" Shiron grins before laying demon on the back of the alley wall before thrusting into her. Shiron pants as he thrusts into her. He had been all pent up since the last time he mated. But oh gods did it feel good! Demon moans softly as her sister angel in her human form but turned dragon when she heard Demon's moans of pleasure. Angel carefully turns the corner to see not only her sister drunk but was matting with her mate Shiron. Angel listened to the moaning as tears well up in her eyes. Never has demon been mean to her but now this was wrong! She finally finds Shiron but only to have him taken away from her. It wasn't right at all. The two lovers moan as they climax together in front of angel. They kiss once more before Shiron pulls out and sits demon on her feet. What angel hears next it makes her blood run cold. "We have to do this again" "of course I'd love to honey." The two nuzzle each other before demon sees angel. "What do you want you little piece of shit?" Demon growls as she fixes herself. Angel stammers her response as demon glares at her. "I just came looking for you and i-ack!" Demon grabs her sister by the neck and slams her up against the concrete wall. Shiron watches not understanding was happening.*
*"Good excuse you little rat! You wanted to see what I was doing weren't you?" her claws tightened on Angel's neck making her cry out as her face turns blue. "c-can't breathe" Demon with a snort let's go with angel sobbing. "Knock it off" Demon kicks her sister in the side before turning to Shiron. "Come on let's go before she gets more than she wants." Demon leaves laughing as Angel picks herself up from her injuries and runs home by herself.*
15 minutes later....
Demon sits on a bus as angel was fully awake runs about on the bus. Demon thinks about how angel's future will be better without Demon or her dark side harming her. Demon knew she could have hurt angel because she was with Ranshiin. So she knew she didn't harm angel. Hopefully this was for the best her. They bus stops causing demon to catch angel who had nearly fell to the floor. "Forest merala" the bus driver yelled. Demon scoops angel up before she could protest and gives the bus driver some money to have him stay a few minutes. Demon carries angel to a fire fairy who looked like a cowgirl but has fiery wings like greedo's. "Howdy demon, I got your call. Every things good, but you know." "Thanks Amber I'll be just a minute." She nods as demon kneels down to her sister's small height. "Angel listen I need to leave you now okay?" Angel's eyes widen when she said that. "Demon please don't I love you." Angel threw her arms around Demon's neck not wanting to let go but demon hugs her before removing them. "I know you do but I want you safe I'll check on you every other day kay?" Angel looks down as demon kisses her on the head before heading to the bus.
Angel lifts her head and follows but amber holds her arm so she couldn't go after Demon. Angel cries as she reaches to demon that was almost to the bus now. "DEMON! DEMON PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME!" Demon takes one step on the bus before looking back with tears of sorrow dripping down her face when she sees angel crying for HER not herself. Demon boards the bus not even waving a final goodbye. Demon sits down in the back so she could watch angel. Amber let's angel go as the bus leaves. Angel cries as she runs after the bus not wanting demon to leave her alone. Demon watches Angel fall several times before giving up as Amber comes up to her and picks her up with Angel sobbing. "DEMON!!!!!!!!!! COMW BACKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!"
15 minutes later.....
Demon looks around as a cat skits out from under a trash can as she walked by. "Damn thing, now where was Ranshiin's tunnel again?" she thinks about that night that he told her while the president of the company wasn't around in the office. "You know, you can just go to the company and tell them I sent for you." He says before taking her paw and holds it in his. "Or just meet me outside the building at 12:00pm where I can find you." Demon smiles to herself as she finally sees the DWC building up ahead. Fpr this would be the last resort she had because angel was gone."Finally! I can rest and wait for Ranshiin to find me." She takes out a hair brush from her pack and begins to brush her hair in even but nice long strokes. "You fascinate me when you do that." "Thought you said to meet you here at midnight?" she heard Ranshiin laugh. "What if I said wrong?" Demon snorts. "Well then you wouldn't get laid! But you will since you had come for me." "What about your sister?" "She's fine!" Ranshiin narrows his eyes as he comes up to Demon's face. "Doesn't sound like things had gone well." "SHE'S FINE NOW DROP IT OR YOUR GONNA GET KICKED IN THE CROTCH!" Demon snaps as she fixes her hair. Ranshiin chuckles at Demon who was getting mad. He loves to see her get mad at him, makes her look pretty. "So you ready?" "Yeah, let's go" The two smile before heading out to the building of DWC.
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Title: Best Friends Ch. 04
Tags: mother, lust, fantasy, oral sex, son, blow-job, mother/son
Before that day it would have been inconceivable that Corey, my son Lee's best friend and the son of my best friend Amanda, could have been so successful in seducing me. It proved how ready I was to accept such an astonishing approach, or, how morally bankrupt I had become to have allowed it to happen. Lee had gone to the gym; he said to meet Corey, to workout together. Not ten minutes later Corey came to the house and, to my amazement, came onto me and worked me into such a frenzy that I ended up in bed with him. To make matters more complicated it was Lee's bed. Corey, like my son, wasn't yet twenty years old but I was overwhelmed by his sexual maturity. He brought me to orgasm so many times. I couldn't believe it! I felt wicked and perverted being involved with a person as young as he, but was more excited than I had been since I was a newlywed. He was so very considerate of my feelings too...even cuddled with me until I fell asleep. I can't even remember when I had last cuddled with my husband.
Every thing about the experience with Corey was so delicious that I thought I had dreamed it. Then, I awoke in an unfamiliar bed to the voice of my son. I was awakened with the words," What are you doing in my bed, Mom?" It was one of those moments, like, when you've taken the afternoon off and sneaked home and were sleeping on the couch and you dreamed that your boss was looking through your window, knocking on it, awakening you with a start, your guilt boiling all over you. But that was just a dream. Lee was looking down at me and I was in his bed...with just a sheet covering my naked body.
I wiped drool from my chin, closed my eyes and re-opened them to confirm that I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't, and, the only thing between him and my naked body was the thin sheet. What had I done? What was I going to do? I was trapped! Self-consciously I pulled the sheet tightly over my body, which just better defined my naked form through the thin material. His eyes left mine, slowly scanning my body. I knew he wanted to say something; it was all over his face. "What is it son," I asked, hoping against hope that any conversation would help extricate me from this situation.
"Are you sure you're alright Mom?" He seemed to be choosing his words discreetly. Could he have possibly known about Corey and me? I stalled, trying to engage him in meaningless conversation until I could collect my wits.
"How was your workout with Corey," I asked.
"He didn't show up Mom; I thought he might have come here," he said, "thought he might be here when I came home." Our house was Corey's second home. There is no reason he wouldn't have come here. But, I still had a funny feeling about it. I was trying to figure out what excuse I could give him to explain why I was in his bed, the words wouldn't come, nor could I decipher the look in his eyes. The silence seemed interminable.
He didn't look surprised to see me in his bed. I would have expected that he would have. But, his demeanor changed and the color of his face turned red, rising like the red line in a thermometer. "I," he began but stopped then started again. "Mom...I left... the door open... that day." I knew immediately what he was talking about. It was the opening I had been praying for, which allowed me to catch my breath and get off the defensive.
"It was more my fault than yours baby. I shouldn't have been watching."
"But I wanted you to see me Mom. I wanted you to see it all. Did you think I was sick?"
"You weren't sick baby, just driven by a fantasy. Everybody goes through that at one time or another...and I did watch you after all." I reached up, took his hand and squeezed it. We were talking about the day I had walked passed his room a couple of weeks before and heard him moaning. At first I thought he might have hurt himself playing sports and started to walk in but stopped when, through the crack in the door, I could see him lying naked on his bed, masturbating, with a girly magazine in one hand and his swollen cock in the other. I saw it all in the mirrored closet doors at the foot of his bed, saw him stroking, and saw him cum all over himself.
"I hoped you would see me Mom, through the crack in the door. I knew you would be able to see me in the mirror if you looked." I was secretly astounded that he had staged it, secretly pleased. "I saw you watching and hoped you would come in."
What kind of wildness was going on in my life that could cause my son to be drawn to me this manner? Not only had I watched him like a perverted voyeur, I was turned on by it...and, when I finished watching him I went to my own room and fingered my soaking pussy until I came. Averting my eyes in both shame and anticipation I asked in a barely audible whisper, "And what did you think of me watching you Lee?"
"I...I...was hoping you would come in and... be with me," he said, tears welling in his eyes. "Do you think I'm a creep, Mom?"
I bit my lip and closed my eyes for a second. I was so conflicted... felt ashamed of myself, shamed that I had watched, shamed that I had been discovered and shamed that I had just been fucked by Corey, Lee's friend...fucked by him in Lee's own bed. Flames of guilt licked at my being. Tears welled in my eyes. I squeezed his hand again and pulled him forward, beckoning him to sit on the bed beside me. "Oh Lee," I said as he sat down," I feel so flattered that a young man like you would feel that way about an old woman like me." The flow of my feminine moisture was quenching the flames of guilt.
"I don't think you are old Mom, I think you're beautiful, and, I just haven't been able to stop these feelings." He blushed again.
My hands let go of the sheet and I sat up, the fabric falling and exposing my breasts. My outstretched hands clasped his and I pulled him closer. I kissed his cheek, tasting his salty tears, then kissed his lips. They were incredibly soft for such a young person and I wondered where he had learned to kiss like that. Our arms enfolded each other's body and we hugged tightly.
"Watching you masturbate, Lee," I murmured into his ear, "was beautiful. I haven't got the image out of my mind." His eyes widened. "Since I saw you, each time I've walked by your door, I wished I would find you doing it again." How can I be confessing this, I thought. My son was transfixed. "Every night, after you have gone to bed, I have listened for you, to hear if you might be masturbating."
"I jack...uh...masturbate... every night Mom," he said, eager to stimulate the conversation, considerate of my sensitivity to coarse talk.
"I know," I interrupted, "I've heard you my baby. I've heard you...and... I've done it too, while you were doing it...and... I... wanted to be with you...doing it... with you. It's alright to use those kinds of words baby; words like jacking off or jerking or 'beating my meat' I find them all exciting. I have had to pretend to you that I didn't like that kind of language. But, It's such a boy thing and love that you use them."
He shook his head eagerly and said, "Wow."
It was out in the open. My guilt had been forced out by my lust for my son and I lied to cover the reason I was in his bed. "And I've been coming to your bed like this almost every day Lee...hoping that you would come in and catch me." His eyes widened again, and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. But the look on his face told me that he didn't believe me.
I felt like such a fraud. But, it was clear that he wanted me. And, I wanted him. Sandwiching his cheeks between my hands I kissed him. Our lips melted together, both working and suckling, both of us thrilled in as a sexual expression what we had done numerous times out of filial love. His right hand lifted the sheet and found my left breast which, along with his breath from his nostrils washing my cheek, sent tendrils of electricity throughout my body.
"Oh God Mom," he gasped before devouring my lips again.
Panting, I asked, "Would you like to take your clothes off baby?" He nodded and I pulled his t-shirt up and over his arms. Hugging him to me, his warm, hairy chest flattened my breasts. Our kisses were hungry, long and messy, our tongues probing and discovering; our saliva drooling down our chins. Breaking our kiss we panted and searched each other's eyes. He laid his head on my breast while his hand nervously pressed on my abdomen.
"I never really thought it would.... happen, Mom," he said, the warmth of his words wafting across my stomach.
"Hmmmm," I purred, "maybe it's destiny." Jesus, I thought, I know this is wrong. But, I want him so fucking much. Then, I thought of Corey and wondered how all this could be happening...on the same day!
Though I had lied about why I was in his bed I had thought of doing it more than once. What was more farfetched was that I had just used his bed to be fucked to oblivion by his best friend, a preposterous young man who had succeeded so easily in getting me there. I had been starved for sex for so long that I must have been sending out signals to both Lee and Corey, and now, sex was raining on me like manna on the Israelites in the desert. It was like I had made a deal with Mephistopheles and he was lavishing me with his sensual abundance. Had I sold my soul to the Devil? Frankly, I just didn't give a shit.
My hand found its way into Lee's shorts, then, his jockstrap. His cock was a handful, so big in the confines of the cup of his supporter. I kneaded his balls (my son's balls!) They were big, hanging low in his sac. He smelled of sweat from his workout, a smell I had never found attractive, but now it was working on me like an aphrodisiac.
The sheet was off and his hands were exploring my arms, my back, my sides and... my breasts. My pussy, still wet with Corey's cum, was flooding with my feminine juices. I was so excited that I couldn't control myself. "Oh God... My baby," I gasped in a throaty moan, "I love you so much!" My body quaked with the onset of my rising orgasm and I squeezed Lee's head in a death grip with my right arm as I exploded, writhing uncontrollably against him, my left hand squeezing his cock inside his jockstrap.
"Mom...mom," he panted, sounding like a little boy, then stiffened and shuddered, the hot ooze of his cum flowing over my hand in the cup of his supporter. It's hard to put into words what it meant to me, having my son in our virgin experience together, cum with me. It had been so long since I had rejoiced in satisfying a man.
Sex had become so one-sided in my marriage that I just accepted that Arthur was going to come inside my pussy or in my mouth. His ejaculation was always the final punctuation to love making, if I could call it that. Whenever he came I was barely getting started and, after awhile, I just considered it one of my wifely duties.
It wasn't until Amanda had rekindled the flame... showing me how a woman could make love to another woman, showing me how I could reap joy out of satisfying her needs as well. Corey, her son had just this day, shown me that he was caring about my satisfaction, showed me that he wanted to take care of my needs and, in return, allowed me the joy in satisfying him. I asked myself again, How could this be happening to me...all at once?
That Lee, my precious son, had come in my hand was a tribute that sent warmth throughout my body. My fingers, like those of a silk dealer feeling the material, smoothed through the slippery aloe of his semen. Fantasies of making love to my son had been filling me with guilt. But now, the guilt had been replaced with joy. Our lust for one another had been unlocked and we were free to explore.
Taking Lee's hand I stood up and beckoned him to stand in front of me. I peeled down his shorts and looked at the wet pouch of his full jockstrap, a string of semen leaking through the mesh cup, stretching. I caught the string in the hollow of my hand where it pooled, then, spread the balm over my nipples. "Look at us Lee," I said, standing hand in hand with him...my young Adonis, "Look at the beauty of our bodies in the mirror."
Our reflection in the mirrored closet doors showed a mature woman and a young man, naked except for the man's jockstrap. Lee, at 6'2" towered over my five feet four inches. Every muscle in his body was chiseled; his biceps, pecs, six-pack abs, his well defined thighs and his calves all made him look like Michelangelo's statue of David. At 46 I was well preserved, having worked hard at keeping myself fit. My breasts(the sperm on my nipples making them sparkle), though somewhat small, had not yet given way to gravity, my hips(slightly thickened by age) complimented my hour-glass figure and my legs could have been the legs of a ballerina. I turned, lifted my face for his kiss and he leaned into my mouth with his warm, pliable lips.
As we kissed I hooked my thumbs in the wide band of his jockstrap and peeled it down. He stepped out of it. "Look at us Lee," I said, and we turned facing the mirror. I was so pleased that I had resisted Arthur's insistence that we circumcise the boy when he was born. Yes, I thought, he looks just like the statue of David.
His penis was rising again. "Watch your mother, honey," I said, feeling bold and liberated, turning him sideways to the mirror and kneeling. Reaching up I grasped his cock in my hand and stroked it gently, ironing out the wrinkles of his re-hardening shaft. I rolled his foreskin back, exposing his beautifully shaped head. That's what I notice first when I saw him masturbating that day: a beautifully lavender colored glans that was shaped like a helmet, flowing gracefully from a rounded tip to the flange of its rim. I rolled back his foreskin over his prepuce, having never had this experience before, playing with my new toy.
He looked sideways at the mirror, bending his knees with the excitement of his mother playing with his cock, watching it grow with my touch, his eyes widening and his mouth forming an oval and whispering "ooh," with each new sensation.
Rising up on my knees I stroked him with my right hand. And, with my left, I cradled then fondled his balls, excited at how heavy and low they hung away from his body. The woman in the mirror touched the bottom of his scrotum and the young man in the mirror flexed his knees and "oohed" his lips. When she sucked the large, oyster-like testicle between her moistened lips, he closed his eyes tight, puckered, then his mouth formed the silent words, "oh Mom."
He was biting his lower lip when I looked away from the mirror to give my full attention to his cock. I lovingly stroked it, amazed at how long it was, and how warm and full it felt in my hand and how long it took for my hand to complete its stroke. His shaft was not as thick as Corey's but it was substantial in proportion to his length...perfect. He was completely hard, the stretched skin of his lavender head shining in the light from the window. His slit looked like two pursed lips that were oozing a crystal clear saliva between them. I squeezed his shaft and milked him, catching the string of his ooze in the hollow of my outstretched tongue then licking the slippery smear on the bottom of his head... in the groove.
Lee wiggled, dipped and rose, his sighs and moans increasing with intensity. I glanced over at the mirror, thrilled by the image of my boy's rigid cock plugged into his mother's mouth. The feel of his cock filling my mouth and the vision I captured in the mirror made the experience more delicious. My hands clutched my son's muscular buns and my saliva slicked lips slid over his cock, taking it deep inside my mouth. What a slut I am, I thought, reveling in my wickedness.
He wove his fingers in my hair and guided my head on and off his throbbing phallus, fucking my mouth with quivering jabs while raising and lowering himself like a carousel horse. "Oh mom... mahm, " he whimpered, his voice sounding like the voice of a little boy, his movements becoming more urgent. Suddenly he stiffened and gasped, "Mom, Mom, I'm gonna to cum!" and tried to push my head away.
Through the crack in the door I had been impressed while watching him masturbate; that time he had stroked for so long before he came. Just a little while ago, he had cum in my hand and I thought it would be impossible for him to ejaculate again so soon. I was astonished but I wanted his cum, wanted to feel it shooting into my mouth, wanted to savor its warm slickness, wanted its musky taste. I resisted, shaking my head saying, "nuh-uh," wrestling with him, prying his hands off my head, keeping his cock in place, sucking faster and faster.
"Mom!!"
The experience was surreal...so incredibly beautiful. Like a dream in slow motion I heard, echoing in the canyon of my ears, "Mom!" The size of his cock filling my mouth felt like it had increased beyond my capacity; it didn't hurt...was just...huge. The tightened o-ring of my lips could feel the rush of his cum which seemed to be rippling through his canal and when the hot surge of his semen finally splashed against the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat it seemed to explode, not a hurtful explosion, but like a splatter of soothing aloe that I could feel dripping from my uvula. It was instant replay, happening over and over again, like in a movie which re-emphasized an incredible series of events, each event seeming separate: first the ripple, then the explosion, the sagging of the white cream on my mucous membrane, the gout of jizz sliding down my uvula and finally, the gentle coat of sperm forming into a pool on my tongue.
"Mom!!" Lee stiffened like he was having a seizure and his body shivered in jerky tremors. I kept suckling his cock and he squirted again, this time unhinging his knees which almost fell out from under him. "Mahhhhhhm," he gasped then fucked my mouth on his own, freezing and cumming again and again He collapsed on me and we both sagged to the floor. While I rolled the oyster of his cum around my tongue, he lay gasping, like a runner who had just completed the marathon.
We slumped on the floor, my mouth still on his cock, feeling it become smaller, beginning to shrivel. His hands and arms were laying on the floor like he had been told to stick-em up, his mouth opening and closing, saying words, "Jesus," "Mom," "Oh fuck," "Holy shit." His leg was over my head, his foot massaging my back. As his cock shrank, I played with his foreskin, pulling it over his glans, popping it back, licking every drop of cum that was caught within its folds.
"Baby," I said, "Do you think you can get hard again?"
"Christ, Mom...I can't believe you. I have been dreaming about something like this happening for so long. But, I always thought you'd be pissed off at me if you knew I was thinking like this. Jesus!"
"Can you get hard again Lee?"
"Yes, Mom...but, it's going to take me a few nimutes."
"Would you like to eat your mother's pussy, baby?"
"Oh God, Mom," he exploded. I got on my knees, took his hand then stood up and pulled. He pushed off the floor with his other hand and I led him to the bed and I sat on the edge. As I looked at his cock( it had already begun to elongate), twisting and plumping, it was red from my sucking, which made me even wetter. The shaft was long and skinny and the head was filling with blood again. I laid back on his bed, bent my knees and placed the bottoms of my feet on the edge of the mattress. Lee looked like someone who had been starving, preparing to eat his first meal in weeks.
I thought he would really like to see his mother's glistening pussy and was thrilled when he gasped, "Oh God, Mom," as I pulled my lips apart and spread them wide. "Eat me baby," I commanded, "eat mommy's pussy." He dropped to his knees like they had been cut out from under him and his mouth was on my gash in and instant. His mouth and tongue ate ravenously, licking and slurping in my groove. I felt a twinge of guilt that there must have been the taste of Corey's cum inside me, but the guilt gave way to excitement, wishing Corey was with us and that I was sucking his cock while Lee was eating me, wondering if that could ever happen.
It was while Lee was eating my pussy that I began to notice the similarity of Lee's and Corey's technique. "Oooh baby," I cooed, "You've done this before, haven't you?" He had raised my legs and spread my cheeks and his tongue was working on my puckered asshole, then, gliding through my cunt and working my clitoris, he pressed on its side, then flicking the tip, then pushed it inside my hood, making me wriggle wildly on the bed.
He stopped for a moment, his eyes looking up over my bush and through the cleavage of my breasts. His mouth, so close to the sponge of my vulva, said words that were muffled, "Would it make you mad Mom, if I told you that I've been involved with an older woman for a while?" But my ears perceived the words...similar words that Corey had used earlier in the day and I wondered if it might be the same woman. I had mixed feelings, felt a little uncomfortable about it coming from my son than from Corey.
I was peeved...knew I was just being jealous and said, "Son, boys will be boys. But, usually they are boys with girls there own age."
He proved that I should think differently about it when his lips puckered on my asshole and I felt them compress and force his warm saliva inside me(Corey had done the same thing). I saw his face again through the valley of my breasts and he retorted, "Yeah, Mom, but no girl my own age would ever teach me to do this." Then, as if to emphasize his point, his lips went back to my clit again and pressed. He kept pressing until it popped back out its hood and pressed again, making it press against my pubic bone then pop out faster and faster. At the same time I felt his fingertip sliding through the wetness he had left on my asshole and probed until his fingertip opened my sphincter. I was in heaven again and, in the throes of another violent orgasm, almost blacked out. Whoever the woman was she had taught two young men to push the right buttons.
My legs crushed Lee's head in a scissors grip and I swayed it violently from left to right, still quivering from my release. It was hard for me to bring this to a close but I glanced at the clock and saw how late it was getting. I definitely wasn't going to let this day end with out being fucked by my son, my only concern being that I be presentable for Arthur when he came home around six. Fuck it, I thought, we can go out to dinner tonight.
"I wanna feel your cock inside me baby, and we're running out of time. Put your hard cock inside your mom's cunt Lee; fuck me sweetie, fuck me!"
"You're so fucking hot mom," he said, and he straddled me on the bed, stroking his cock, which was hard and red, teasing me.
"Come on baby," I pleaded, "fuck me. Fuck your mother, please?"
He put one knee between my legs and I spread, then, he put the other one inside and I raised my legs like a submissive bitch. Holding his cock with his left hand he opened my pussy with his right and found my opening with the head of his cock, easing it inside. I closed my eyes and felt his bulk penetrating me, sliding in my wet vagina, opening me, the sponge of my wet cunt being plowed by his prodding cock. The roll of his foreskin was like a French tickler and it excited my g-spot, then forced its way through my tunnel. I felt it, the length of his bulky cock, my son's cock, deep inside me, his balls resting between the cheeks of my ass. My son's cock, I kept thinking over and over again. He pulled his length all the way to the rim of his glans, looked down at me and pushed himself inside again cooing, "fuhhhhhhhck" until his pubic hair matted on mine again. My eyes were saucer-wide and my mouth was open in awe of feeling, and, what it all meant.
When I found out I was pregnant with Lee, Arthur and I counted back the days to determine when it happened. It was a delicious tropical night in Hawaii and our love making was the best we had experienced to that time. As Lee's cock fucked my cunt I remembered the fucking that made him, remembered Arthur saying the dirty words and yelping when he came. And now, my son was fucking me, his cock in the same place as his fathers. I'm such a dirty slut, I thought. But, I've wanted this so badly. My legs hugged my sons waist and which was jabbing his long cock in short thrusts. "Call me a cunt, baby,' I gasped
"You cunt," he said, at first tentatively, then, "You Cunt!"
Excited at his words, I felt my juices flood and I spread my legs wide, accepting his thrusts, my feet pointing to the ceiling, my toes crunched, my legs flailing wildly. "Fuck me baby, fuck me! Fuck your mommy's cunt."
"Ung, ung, ung," he grunted, his hands flat on the mattress, his arms stiff, his ass pivoting from his knees, driving his rigid meat deep inside me, sweat forming on his forehead and dripping off his nose onto my neck.
"Fuck me baby, fuck me. I want your cum inside my cunt!" He was in control now, able to hold back his orgasm until he decided. He slid off the bed and stood, wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled my ass to the edge, then, cupping each cheek,lifted me... then drove his long, thick cock inside me harder, the slap, slap, slap of his stomach on mine syncopated with his ung, ung, ungs.
I was panting, gasping for breath. "I want your cum baby, cum inside your mommy, do it, do it, do it now!"
He was gasping, his body glistening with his perspiration. He smelled of his sweat, sweat from working out, sweat from this glorious fucking, slamming me harder, harder, harder, compressing my ass with each slam. With one last thrust he gritted his teeth and roared like a rutting lion.
My pussy had never been so sensitive. It was after five and I had been having sex, first with Corey then with Lee—for over four hours. But when Lee came I could feel him cramping his cock, feel the clutches that made more of his cum shoot inside me.
He collapsed on top of me, expelling "Mahhm," like the sound of a death rattle. He was exhausted, his wet body wiping his perspiration on mine.
"You're too heavy baby," I said, his body having been crushing mine for the last few minutes. He rolled to the side and I took his cheeks between my hands and said, "that was heaven, my baby."
"Are you sure you liked it Mom? Are you sure it's okay?"
"It was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me Lee. And, I want us to do it again and again?"
"I love you so much Mom."
"And I love you baby. But, we better get going sweetie, before your dad comes home."
"Dad," he said, rolling off the bed. "He'll never know, will he Mom?"
"He'll never know baby," I assured him.
"Mom?"
"Yes baby?"
"I took the clothes you left lying on the kitchen floor...and put them into the hamper...." | literotica |
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. | literotica |
Title: Dragon Clans Bk. 01 Pt. 12
Tags: fantasy novella, action adventure, fantasy adventure
Michael laid his head back against the soft leather of the Mercedes seat, closing his eyes, trying to process the events of the past hour, hell the past few days.
'Where were you?' the question filtered through his thoughts not expecting an answer but also curious as to the whereabouts of.... whatever the hell it was.... that always seemed to make an appearance when his life was in mortal danger.
'I was with you, as I always am, however you seemed to have things well in hand so I remained a simple bystander.'
His eyes snapped open, the deep comforting voice in his head was still a shock when it showed up and this time was no exception. The desire to talk out loud to the strong yet kind female voice almost overpowered him.
'Well in hand, are you crazy we both got shot and Tera may not make it,' Michael tried to understand if he was conveying his emotions while talking with the voice in his head.
'Oh man, I'm thinking about if my emotions are being conveyed in my head...to the voice in my head,' he let out a loud grown and closed his eyes again.
'You were never in any danger; had the need arisen I would have intervened, as it was your natural abilities are becoming stronger every day so it was not necessary.'
'As for Tera, you healed her she will be fine.'
The statement hung in his head as he tried to comprehend what she had said.
'What do you mean I healed her,' she chuckled softly with more than a hint of a growl and then was gone.
...............
Standing on the stone breakwater watching the horizon, Ian's long coat flapped around his legs, pushed by the ever-present icy wind coming off the North Sea.
The call had come in a little over 2 hours ago, Nicholas was his usual condescending self, informing Ian when and where he would be landing in England and then abruptly hanging up.
Millie had not been happy when he told her where he was going.
"He has gone insane Ian, you don't know what he is capable of, just look at what he has tried to do to Michael," Millie said as she stood in front of him, faced flushed with anger and concern.
Ian pulled Millie into his arms, the smell of her hair was an intoxicating a mixture of cedar and citrus that conjured images he had no time to act upon.
"It will fine and I won't be going alone," he said bending and finding her lips warm and wet as they met his.
Even after all these years it was impossible for Ian to be close to Millie without his passions being enflamed.
So often it seems that people come together, stoke a passionate fire and then watch it slip away, this was not the case with Millie. Ian hoped that she understood exactly how important she was to him. Soon he would be able to make sure that she did.
Millie sighed as Ian broke their kiss wishing only for the time when they would be free to be bound only to each other, not ancient promises. Millie watched as Ian turned and headed out to the helipad, nervous, as she always was whenever Nicholas was involved.
Ian was not afraid of Nicholas, knowing that the man was more powerful than he was did not make any real difference. When Ian's time came it would, until then Ian would live his life as he always had...with hope.
Ian had met Nicholas face to face several times over the years for varying reasons. It was understood by both men that they were opposite poles of the same divining rod, it was a given that they hated each other, but there were times that required them to interact and this was one of those times.
The attacks on Michael had gone from subtle to iron fisted too quickly and there was too much of a chance for collateral damage to those both in his employ and those he loved to not stand face to face with the man to try and get a better understanding of why.
"Nigel are you in position," Ian asked into the air.
"Yes, I am in position along with two other operatives. We have you covered on three sides, there were two of the opposition in similar spots, we picked them out on infrared on the way in and have them sufficiently engaged as not to be an issue." Nigel answered from his position on the hill 1000 yards behind Ian.
"Well we shall see how it goes, the boat is incoming, just breached the horizon," Ian signed off looking at the small trawler now making it's way towards the harbor.
'Welcome to England,' Ian thought as he made his way towards the sea dock to await Nicholas's arrival.
............
Michael looked down at Tera's sleeping form; the diffuse light from the draped window highlighted the dark almost black sheen of her hair against the cool white of the pillow.
Her eyes moved under their lids as she slept, 'what does she dream of,' Michael mused to himself as he turned and left the room, allowing the woman to rest and recover from the events of the morning.
Walking up the stairs to the small rooftop patio of the non-descript flat, the events of the morning played through his mind once again.
"I read their minds," he said to himself as he stepped out into the overcast late morning. Lighting a cigarette Michael closed his eyes and tried to come to grips with this new turn of events.
'I read their intentions, not really there thoughts,' this thought actually made him feel better. The invasive nature of being in someone else's mind did not sit well with him, not having the ability to.... filter ones thoughts, to be completely open, would be the very definition of naked.
Taking a long pull off the cigarette Michael rotated his head trying to relieve some of the tension in his neck.
'I need some activity, something physical, must remember to ask Valerie about someplace to get a scull,' he thought as he replayed the conversation with the doctor a few minutes ago.
The doctor had surprised him when he asked Tera's status.
"She is...healed," the doctor said, not quite understanding how the scans from the CT showed what they did but he had checked them twice.
"Both entry and exit wounds have healed to a point where they do not require stitches, as for internal injuries...she was very lucky that no major organs were impacted."
Shaking his head the doctor turned and started packing up his things. 'Damndest thing I have ever seen,' he thought to himself as he turned his attention to the portable CT.
Watching the iron gray clouds move across the sky the other's words flitted across his mind, 'you healed her.'
Wishing he could blow it off as coincidence and understanding that he couldn't he flicked the cigarette into the wind, fingers rubbing his temples as he tried to process the shift from unbelievable to undeniable.
'Well whatever happened at least Tera is ok,' he thought as he fished into his jacket pocket for his phone, he needed to call Valerie.
...............
Tera's eyes opened fully as she saw Michael close the door behind him. She lay there, quietly adjusting to the light in the room, the feel of the sheets beneath her, centering herself, taking a moment to listen to the signals her body was giving her.
She knew that she should be dead, just as she knew that some how, some way Michael had saved her.
Her fingers played gingerly over the two bandages, one below her rib cage the one on the other side high between her two top ribs 'No stitches,' she shook her head on the pillow knowing that the wounds should have taken several stitches and a few weeks to heal.
Running her fingers through her hair she was focused on the feeling of being held...no...protected, by Michael in the river. It was a new sensation for her; she was use to and comfortable being the protector, the one in control. It would be awhile before she could make sense of that role being reversed, even for a little while.
She stretched cautiously, her muscles giving a bit of protest but nothing like they should have.
Being shot before she knew that every bone in her body should ache, the trauma of a gunshot wound affects the entire body and it takes days to get anywhere close to feeling normal again.
'I feel too good,' she thought as her sculpted muscular legs swung over the edge of the bed. Rising she pulled her arms up over her head, a slight pull at her sides where the bandages were, more from the bandages than the wounds beneath them. Walking over to the small bathroom she turned on the light, looking in the mirror.
Her close cropped cobalt hair was matted down, her strong angular face looked a bit tired, but her green eyes were lively, not what she expected.
Turning on the water, she took off the sports bra and panties, examining the bandages at her side. 'No blood stains,' she thought as her hand moved to her side and pulled one of the bandages away from her body.
Standing sideways her fingertips played over the small scar, staring at it in the mirror she did not understand what she saw.
"It's healed, its...healed," she said to her reflection.
The small puncture wound was a darker color than the rest of her mocha skin, a little rougher than the surrounding flesh but not tender or painful at all.
Shaking her head Tera pulled the other bandage off, finding the same thing underneath.
'Healed already, it makes no sense,' she thought looking in the mirror and shaking her head before stepping under the warm strong spray of the shower.
Details are everything in the teams, if you miss a detail it will get you killed.
As Tera rubbed the soap between her hands bringing up a thick lather she started replaying the jump and fall into the river as small detailed photographs playing across the screen of her mind.
'Searing pain of the shot ripping into her side
breath immediately compromised
lung probably, based on the entry and exit, would have torn right through it, filling with blood
loosing consciousness
Michael's arms around me
cold so very cold
the water
blackness
let me go.... don't let me go.... loosing consciousness just on the edge
then.... the warmth.'
Tera put her hand on the warm wet tile wall and closed her eyes trying to bring forth the feeling of warmth
'centered on the gun shot
a line following its path
an instant of heat then...easier to breath
pain subsiding.... Michael.... holding me.'
Tera's eyes opened slowly, the acknowledgement of the impossible finding purchase there.
"He healed me," she said to herself, shocked and more than a little intrigued by her discovery.
Her soapy hands played over her body, taking stock and making sure that everything was in order.
Her biceps ached a bit, her abdomen was a little tender as her fingertips played over the just defined muscles, her long athletic legs felt good, everything seemed to be shockingly.... ok.
Quickly finishing washing she turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing one of the large white towels from the shelf she slowly dried off her lithe muscular body.
A debt had been incurred today, one that she would give her life to repay.
She walked naked from the bathroom, her stride purposeful, at Michael's side she would stay. Wild horses could not drag her away from this unique and enigmatic man.
Looking out the window another thought came to her 'Woe be tide anyone who may wish him harm.'
Had anyone been looking at her in that moment they would have felt the pure menace radiating off of her, this was not a woman with which you wished to fuck.
..................
Nicholas felt Ian's presence long before the coast was in sight, shaking his head he moved towards the bow of the little trawler, interested to see just what Ian had on his mind.
"Why are you coming after Michael Dane," Ian said standing across from Nicolas on the windswept dock.
Nicholas looked beyond Ian, a blank expression played briefly over his features and then his focus returned and he stared into Ian's eye's.
"He is approaching ascension, it is much easier to deal with him before than after," Nicholas said matter of factly; his straightforward response took Ian by surprise.
"That is not the way it goes my friend, you don't have the luxury of taking out the opposition before the fight is balanced. How dare you presume to break traditions that have been observed for millennia," the venom in Ian's response was as evident as Nicholas's lack of interest.
"Rules not made by or agreed to by me, we have been at the whim of ancient edicts far too long and I for one will not be hamstringed by them any longer as I pursue my goals." Nicholas scoffed as he moved to push past Ian.
He was surprised by the immovableness of the man in front of him, his hand on Ian's shoulder felt as if it was grabbing an iron bar and it gave Nicholas a moments pause.
As soon as Nicholas had stepped onto the dock Ian had felt a presence join with him and provide it's strength to his own, the source could only be one thing, but that was...impossible.
He didn't budge when Nicholas tried to push past him; he stood like an ancient oak, barely noticing the pressure of the hand on his shoulder.
"Recognized by you or not," Ian said, fire dancing in his eyes as he stared at Nicholas "The rules exist, will you leave Michael alone?" Ian's question hung in the air the two men sizing each other up, Nicholas blinked first.
"How long?" Nicholas asked, removing his hand from Ian's shoulder.
"As long as it takes," Ian's response did not please the man standing in front of him.
There was a pause, the wind strengthening as it tore across the writhing dark gray water, battering the men as they stood before each other, the world seeming to take a deep breath.
"I'm going kill Michael, rest assured that is the eventual outcome," Nicolas finally said.
Ian presses a key on the phone lying within his coat pocket as Nicholas continued with a chuckle
"However, I will allow the course of events to unfold as they will, Michael will have no need to worry on my account until after he becomes," The chuckle fades and is replaced with a malice the likes of which Ian had never encountered.
"Once he takes your place however...I shall feel his heart beat it's last within my palm," Nicholas finished and as he did, so did the energy of the moment...subsided.
"A wise choice Nicholas, best to let fate have her way with such things, you never know what may happen if we tempt her designs too often," Ian said gesturing absently towards Nicholas's chest.
Looking down Nicholas saw the three red dots centered on his chest, a moment later they disappeared and Nicholas laughed. "A pleasure to see you as always Ian, I look forward to enjoying a bit of the English countryside on my visit," he said walking around Ian without another word, striding off towards the car waiting for him on the quay.
Ian stood alone on the dock watching a squall line make it's way towards the shore. The dark clouds reflected his own chaotic feelings about this meeting and Michael's future.
..................
"I was so worried about you," Valerie's voice was breathless on the other end of the phone.
"I'm fine, got into the middle of some police operation with a terrorist cell, some soggy clothes is the worst of the damage," Michael said. 'No need to mention the bullet wound' he thought.
Valerie paused, trying to calm the rampant emotions coursing through her at hearing Michael's voice.
"I'm glad your ok Michael I have been worried about you, I was delayed here at my uncles and have been trying to get in touch with you too put off dinner, guess we will have to take a rain check on it," Valerie sighed a bit while saying this. All she wanted was to rush to Michael but uncle Ian had told her that she needed to stay at the castle until things were sorted out.
"I'm going to hold you to that rain check Valerie," Michael smiled in response "I've been thinking about you, when do you think you will be back into the city?" Michael was curious as to when he would be able to see her again.
"No more than a few days, I normally take the week before classes start off and then get back to it after, so I would think I should be back Friday or Saturday at the latest," Valerie answered. The idea of going almost a week without seeing Michael made her feel empty inside.
"Well, I look forward to dinner when you get back, if you don't mind may I call you through the week if I have any questions about the upcoming term and my classes," Michael asked. He was hopeful that he would be able to come up with at least 3 excuses to call her every day.
"Of course, call anytime for anything you may need," she said hastily, blushing at the implications of her innocent response.
"I should be able to go back to my place in a few hours, would you know of someplace close by where I could rent a scull," Michael asked, surprised that he remembered with everything that had gone on.
"You don't have to rent one, the Oxford boat house is about 2 kilometers from your place, just show your teaching credentials and they will give you whatever you need." Valerie responded.
The image of Michael shirtless pulling hard on the oars caused Valerie to catch her breath.
"Excellent, I'll be sure to track it down sometime in the next few days, I rowed a great deal in college and was hoping to get back onto the water. Perhaps sometime you would like to join me for a slow trip down the river?" Michael asked, enjoying the image of Valerie lying in the bow of a little river skiff, the sunlight dancing off her hair.
"Yes," her voice dropping to a low hungry tone "I think I would like that...very much," she answered.
There was a long pause as both of them got lost for a moment in their own visions of the other.
"I'll be sure to call often Valerie, I...miss you," Michael said.
With a soft sigh Valerie responded in kind "I miss you too Michael, I'll see you soon, ciao for now."
The conversation left them both wanting...
...............
Nigel hung up the phone; the conversation with Tera had been interesting.
All told it had been a bad day for the good guys. Six members of his team were dead, Tera was wounded and Michael was almost killed.
There was a bit of satisfaction placing the crosshairs of Sigarms R93 on Nicholas's chest but not enough to regain the day.
Talking with Ian on the way back from the meeting he was surprised that Nicholas had backed down.
"Oh, I don't think he has, we still need to be very vigilant, we have bought a bit of time and that is all, Nicholas is coming for Michael, we just put it off for the time being, I only hope it will be enough," Ian had said just before they landed back in Nogardshire.
Now riding back towards Oxford, Nigel had just gotten off the phone with Tera filling her in on what the cover story was for the operation and getting her version of the mornings action. He was surprised and pleased when she made an interesting request that fit well with the outcome of Ian's meeting with Nicholas.
"I understand we are a special op's team working with the locals, considering the amount of gunplay this morning, I would like to volunteer as Michael's bodyguard for the duration, we can simply say it is for security reasons till we are sure the whole cell has been rounded up." The tenor of her voice was not one of someone asking permission so much as it was one of stating a fact.
"Under the circumstances...that should be fine, I will speak with Michael when I get back. Get some rest now, you have had a long day," Nigel said as he hung up.
Nigel was pleased with the opportunity to keep one of his people close to Michael but also a little curious about Tera's insistence that it should be her guarding Michael.
Closing in on the Oxford safe house Nigel was wondering what he didn't know about the events of the morning and what their ramifications may be.
..................
Michael sat on the small bench looking out over the rooftops of Oxford.
He had seen Tera up and around, he was glad that she was not as hurt as he had assumed.
Even as he thought it, the lie of it stung him.
Watching her moving around the flat, talking animatedly on the phone across a room, she seemed fine, hell she seemed way better than fine and this fact.... bothered him.
Not because he wished she were hurt, rather that he was more than simply relieved that she was ok.
He was pondering the nature of the duality of his feelings when she stepped through the small door onto the patio.
Staring at him for a moment, Tera looked at the ground as she spoke "I haven't had a chance to say thank you for this morning, what you did was amazingly brave," pausing while looking up into his eyes. Her features hardened just a bit as she continued "amazingly stupid as well Mr. Dane, you should never have tried to save me, I am trained in these types of things, it was fool hardy for you to take the actions you did. Now that I have lectured you, I really do appreciate you saving me." she finished.
The look on her face conveyed a sense of need and things unsaid as she stood turning away from him to look out over the city in the slowly dying light of the day.
Michael rose and crossed to her side. "May I see where you were shot," Michael asked, his voice quiet, no sense of demanding more one of not being sure if he wanted her to say yes.
Reaching to the hem of her shirt Tera pulled it up on the side facing Michael.
He looked down at the small-discolored spot on her side, surprised at how it was almost not noticeable.
Without thinking his fingertips played softly over the small scar, causing Tera to catch her breath. He lingered for a moment, noticing the supple curve of her almost hidden breast beneath the shirt before the moment passed and she dropped the shirt back into place.
"Nigel has requested that you have a bodyguard for the next few days till we can be sure we have rounded up the rest of the cell, I volunteered if that is ok with you," Tera said as Michael looked into her eyes trying to gauge the truth of the statement.
"That's not really necessary, I am pretty good at taking care of myself, I appreciate the offer but I really don't think I need protection," he said.
The thoughts of her staying with him only fueled his previous questions about the duality of his current feelings.
"It's not really a request Mr. Dane, due to the severity of the situation, we insist that you have a bodyguard till we are sure the situation is in hand," she said, taking a chance, hoping that a hard line would help him to see things her way.
Walking behind her, almost touching her back with his chest he bent his mouth to her ear, his throaty whisper caught her off guard. "You had no trouble calling me Michael in the river, lets dispense with the Mr. Dane. Grab what you need and let's go, there are steaks in my refrigerator that need to be cooked...roomy"
She spun and watched him as he went through the patio door, her whole body quivered at the thought of his breath on her neck, what was she going to do about these feelings. She shrugged and followed after him, she did after all have a body to protect.
Michael smiled as he walked down the steps, feeling good about taking a bit of control in what had become an out of control situation, his smile widened as he heard the door above him open and Tera follow him down the stairs. | literotica |
Title: 3rd Chromosome: Miley's Life
Tags: miley cyrus, taylor swift, 3rd chromosome, futa, futanari, celebrities
*Here's an interesting tale from yours truly. This builds on tale Alpha and Omega, and references other stories. Contains: Futa, sex, celebs, etc, etc. Everyone is over 18. Comments and feedback are of course welcome!*
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Sunlight filtered into the bedroom filling it with a warm glow. One particular sunbeam landed squarely on the face of the bed's sole occupant. Angry, she swatted at the offending ray, but found little success. With a groan she pushed herself upright.
Miley Cyrus brushed a stray hair back as she pushed her feet over the side. Her balls, bloated in every sense of the word, joined her legs and her member followed suit. She looked over the bed; finding her lover long vanished. With a sigh the 3C pushed herself upright, carefully making her way to the bathroom to begin her morning routine.
The blonde pulled open the shower curtain but didn't enter. Instead, she hefted her cock with both hands. *What today?* She thought as she stroked the length of her 17 inch member. *Ahh I know.* Miley pumped faster as the image formed in her mind.
Ariel Winter was bent over a table, her large ass dangled in the air while her mammoth mammaries splayed over the surface. Behind, Sarah Hyland was thrusting into the nonfuta 3C with reckless abandon. Her thick member causing Ariel countless orgasms as she went a long. Her hands dug into that oversized behind even as balls rhythmically slapped it.
The scene was from Ariel and Sarah's latest porno tape. They were quite the couple; not only were they stars of Modern Family, they also starred in their own series of porn tapes. Miley and her lover Rachel had watched the latest one just last night. Now the visions of the 3C, futa and non futa, lovers filled Miley's brain, giving her much needed smut to coax her cock onward.
The vision switched now, Sarah was holding the camera while Ariel was kneeling before her. The lap filling mammaries working up and down the brunette's thick cock as Ariel coaxed her on. "You want to cum now don't you? Spray me with your seed? Cum on you bitch, coat me with your cum! Hose down my tits!"
Sarah came in a torrent of cum. Her cock reared back and showered her lover with a thick layer of cream. The first blast caught Ariel squarely in the face, the second and third meandered down her chin while the last squirt arced up before landing on her tit. Ariel greedily sucked down the jizz. "You're extra tasty today."
The camera shifted as Sarah moved the camera around. "Anything for you. Ready to go again?"
"Fuck my ass you slut!" Ariel was already twisted around presenting her buxom booty to her hermaphroditic partner.
The scene played over in Miley's mind as she stroked faster and faster. Suddenly, she hit her peak and came. Her cock went off like a cannon, shot after shot of cum splattered in all directions as it hit the tile wall. Miley kept cumming, nearly 30 seconds of continuous orgasmic relief washed off her. Finally her balls dropped back down, truly spent from an utterly average morning release for her.
The blonde caught her breath and began to cleanup, directing the shower head back and forth.
"I never get tired of seeing that."
Miley straightened, surprised at the voice. "Where'd you go?"
Rachel pushed a stray lock of red hair aside. "Breakfast. Come on, you need to eat."
"Almost done." Miley finished up her work and shut off the tap, grabbing a towel and wiped her member clean. "Didn't we talk about this? No heavy work?"
"I wasn't gonna listen anyway." Rachel patted her gravid belly. She was 7 months along in her pregnancy and it showed. "Breakfast isn't hard work. Besides, I need pull my weight around here."
"Uh huh." Miley followed her naked save an apron lover as they jointly walked down the stairs.
"You know it. I'm not the one making albums." Rachel led her into a kitchen where mound of food worthy of a feast was arranged. "Was it Sarah and Ariel again?"
Miley nodded and she sat down, adjusting her dick and balls to a comfortable position. "It was. They're latest tape..."
"That's why I got on blu ray." Rachel watched as Miley piled her plate high with food. "Do you know what you're doing today?"
She had to wait as Miley chewed a mouthful of pancakes and chased it with orange juice. "Vaguely, I haven't read my mail yet. Why?"
"I have a doctor's appointment."
"Do you want me to go?" Miley refilled her glass for a second time. Being a producing 3C she had to constantly stay hydrated. It wasn't uncommon for her to guzzle down 3 gallons of water in a day. Her greedy balls took most of that; constantly producing sperm. Unlike most producers she didn't have a 'spare tank' to store her seed. Instead, Miley's balls store it directly. The end result was the constant growth of her testicles.
"No, this is all routine. You were there for the important ones. Besides, I'm going to yoga afterwards."
"...and I'm not allowed." Miley fumed. "I lost my favorite pants that day."
"They said if you can keep your cock under control you can come back." Rachel joked.
"Yeah that's not gonna happen." Miley drank down a glass of water. Several months ago, Rachel succeeded in dragging Miley out of the house and to a yoga class. Yet neither were prepared for her reaction to all the insanely hot women in form fitting outfits. Miley's cock burst from her tight pants like monster breaking out of prison. Unlike a porno, the room did not descend into an orgy of epic proportions and the 3C was forced to flee with her tail, and cock, between her legs.
"Have fun, I'm sure I have something to do."
"Just leave the house okay?" Rachel got up and kissed Miley on the cheek. "Are they bigger?"
She was referring to Miley's boobs. When they first met Miley was still an B cup. With Rachel's pregnancy they swelled up as she did. Miley thought she was at least a D by now. She cupped them experimentally. "I think so, I haven't paid attention lately. I do hope they stick around though."
"As do I, they're so... yummy." Rachel gave the closest one a squeeze and caused her partner to moan. "Try to wear a bra too."
"If I find one that fits."
"Use one of mine."
"Yes dear." Miley added with finality. She watched as Rachel sauntered away, her wide hips bouncing with every step. With a sigh, she returned to her meal; a dick as big as hers took a lot of energy. Reaching over, she snagged the iPad off the table and logged in.
She scanned through the day's news and gossip; purposely saving her email for last. Miley was bombarded with messages in her private Gmail account and the blonde took several moments filtering through it all. One particular message caught her eye.
**Family meeting; Swift, Taylor**
Miley chewed a piece of bacon thoughtfully before opening the message. *Why is Taylor calling a meeting of the Five Families?*
When people thought that music was controlled by someone behind the scenes they were actually right. Though it wasn't someone behind the scenes, it was the person on stage. Five families was also a misnomer, there were seven in reality. Music, at least the female side, was divided into the genres of pop, rock, latin, country, rap, electronic, and classic. Five families simply sounded better than seven families.
Each family had a head authorized to speak for the family, and several lead members. Made women if you will. Sometimes, there were people that cut across the families and were used as moderators. Miley was just one such individual. It was a mafia mentality, but everything got handled with the utmost efficiency.
Resigning herself, Miley opened up the email and read it's contents.
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"So there are five families of music." Rachel asked between bites of her salad.
"Seven actually, but five sounds better." Miley explained. "Each one has a head and calls meetings. Generally, the heads are expected to show up if able."
"And you said Taylor Swift called a meeting?"
Miley nodded in confirmation. "She did. She heads the pop family after Britney Spears left."
"Don't you guys hate each other?" Rachel asked, arching an eyebrow
"Nah," Miley dismissed the notion with a wave. "That's all staged, we were actually fuck buddies a long time ago. That girl is a nympho."
"Ah." Rachel responded flatly.
"So," Miley continued. "I have to go on a business trip."
"I understand."
"Will you be okay?" Miley questioned.
"Of course, I'll be fine." Rachel put down her fork. "Go have fun, fuck a girl for me."
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The meeting was in full swing when Miley walked in. The meeting room was dignified to say the least. Wood paneling ran the length of the room and fine oak tables stood at regular intervals. In the center, a large table ran the length of the room. Around it sat the representatives from the seven groups. Rather than interrupt, she stayed silent as she made her way to her chair. Taylor acknowledged her when she was done with the current agenda. "Miley."
"My apologies, my flight got delayed."
"It's okay." Taylor adjusted her glasses and went back to her notes. "Next up, Lindsay."
Lindsey Stirling, representing dance and electronic music straightened up. "Yes?"
"We've gone over your request and it's granted. You'll have one new album, and at least a top ten hit. Each group has agreed to collaborations with their members. Get in touch with the family heads so we can make the arrangements."
"Thank you!" Lindsey thanked the assembled group in the room. The redhead's family was small and nearly subservient to the other families, so requests such as hers had to filter through the group.
"No problem." Taylor smiled, "YouTube remains your main domain. Now Country?"
"Yes?" Miranda Lambert responded. The country singer was sitting next to Miley and rubbing the 3C's thigh.
"I haven't heard the latest numbers but I assume it's good?"
"Yes," Miranda removed her hand and consulted her notes. "I don't have the latest figures either, but Carrie's new album is selling better than expected. I also suspect there will be cross play on the pop stations."
"Good." Taylor shifted her notes again and snapped her fingers to one of the servants lurking along the wall. "Ice tea please, one sugar, light ice."
The woman bowed and left. "Rap. Iggy?"
Iggy, ever the professional in this setting cleared her throat. "I have a new album dropping in a few months, already there are some singles out including a collab with JLo. Nicki is being asked to write a new album by 2018 once her tour is done. Finally, Missy Elliot is enjoying her rise back up. Her popularity is still growing from the 2016 Super bowl appearance."
"Thank you." Taylor thanked Iggy and the servant as her tea appeared. She wrote a brief note on the margin and continued. "Latin?"
"Nothing to report," Shakira stated. "Everything is still set for a 2018 relaunch."
"Good. No issues with Christina making an album?"
"No." The words rolled off Shakira's tongue and filled Miley with desire. *Maybe I can fuck that ass.* Miranda's stroking hand didn't help matters. "We keep swapping spots on The Voice to cover each other. I've talked with my male counterpart for a simultaneous release."
"Keep us informed." She sipped at her tea. "Okay, that covers everything, anyone else? No? A few announcements from pop. Beyonce sends her regrets but she couldn't make the trip while expecting. Miley, I'm sorry to do this, but we need a music video out from you."
"What?!" Miley stood up.
"I know, I'll discuss it with you later, but I want it out there."
"Fine." Miley sat back down but crossed her arms, clearly unhappy with this development.
"Moving on, Britney Spears is finishing up her run in Vegas. We have her lined up to do an Asia tour then hopefully a new album by 2018." Shakira and Iggy both looked up so Taylor added, "soft release. No major marketing beyond what she manages."
That seemed to satisfy the both family heads.
"With that in mind, we'll need someone else to do a Vegas run. You can submit volunteers or candidates to my office." Most of representatives present nodded. Going on a run in Vegas was a sign your career was at an end.
"Now the crux of the meeting." Taylor paused to gather herself. "I will be temporarily stepping aside from my duties as Speaker and head of the pop family. I don't have a timeline for the duration."
There was no verbal dissent but a lot of murmurs around the table. Miley was surprised but as she scanned the faces, she noted that Iggy Azalea perked up immensely and studied the Speaker carefully. Taylor continued, "In the meantime, Katy Perry will be taking over as head of the pop family until my return."
The 'Roar' singer nodded next to Taylor. "As the new temporary Speaker, I'd like to nominate Avril Lavigne."
Avril nodded as if it were a foregone conclusion. The blonde whispered something in Amy Lee's ear. The singer nodded, sighed, and pulled a bill out of her bra and slid it over to Hayley Williams on the other side of Avril. "Thank you. I accept the nomination."
"I know you're busy with your other ventures, but I'll have my assistants help you out. I'll put this to a vote now. Avril Lavigne as temporary speaker."
Everyone voted aye. Avril was the safe bet. "Motion passed, Avril you'll be the new speaker after this meeting. See me and I'll get you setup."
The punk rocker bowed her head but said nothing. "Anything else? No? Dismissed. Avril, I'll meet you in my office, Miley please stay."
Miley watched as the assembled group dispersed out the door. In particular she enjoyed watching Lindsey's tight ass bounce out the door. She turned to face Taylor.
"You're upset."
"Not upset, but annoyed." Miley finally uncrossed her arms. "Why?"
"People haven't seen you in months, there are rumors. Your numbers aren't slipping but we need something else from you."
Miley sighed, resigned to the situation. "Fine."
Taylor smiled. "It'll be worth your while. I see your boobs are getting bigger, how's Rachel doing?"
"She's at 7 months. I think she wants to be done."
"That's how I'd feel." Taylor collected her things. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to meet Avril. I also have an idea for you for your video. I'll send it later."
"Okay." Miley felt a little better with Taylor having a plan.
"Tell Rachel I said hi." Taylor stated as she walked out of the room. Miley sat in silence for several moments, only to be broken up from her thought by her phone buzzing.
*Iggy: I need to talk to you. Come to my office.*
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"She's going to do what?!" Miley exclaimed.
"You heard me." Iggy responded. Moments ago, the Australian confided the conversation she had with Taylor weeks ago. "She's going to try gene therapy to become a 3C."
"Why?" Miley asked, leaning back in her chair.
"Beats me. Jealousy perhaps? The woman can be a bit of an egomaniac."
"I know. I know. So why are you telling me?"
"I was curious if you had any thoughts about it."
"It's stupid is what it is." Miley also thought about such a treatment. *Could that cure my producing nature?* The thought of not having to empty her balls twice a day appealed to her.
"Beyond that."
"Call the center?"
"I've done that. I got the standard 'client interest' response." Iggy stated.
Miley tapped her chin in concentration, trying to remember high school biology. "Okay, here's a thought for you. You read up on the extra chromosome yes?"
"When I was 14."
"So, genetically the chromosome has to be in there right?"
"Of course."
"And Taylor is looking to become one."
Iggy slapped her forward, realizing her mistake. "So if she doesn't have the chromosome she needs a sample from someone who does."
Miley started checking off fingers. "Me, you, Avril, Katy."
"Hayley, Carrie..."
"And those are just the ones here." Miley put her hands back down. "What do we do?"
"I haven't got a clue." Iggy responded, a look of concern across her face.
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Miley shuffled back into her house completely exhausted. Her flight was on time, but she unwisely got an early morning trip out. The result: red eyes and a complete lack of focus. If she was thinking more clearly, Miley might wonder if she parked the car correctly, or just took a taxi from the airport. Right now the only thing she wanted to do was say hello to the bed, and kiss Rachel. Order didn't matter.
"Hey honey." Rachel said as Miley zombie walked in. Miley grunted in response, grabbed her pregnant lover and kissed her. Then she breezed right by and hugged the bed. Within seconds of hitting the pillow she was out cold.
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Miley stood before a mirror examining her body. For once, it looked normal. A normal woman that is; there was no huge cock jutting from her groin. No monstrous, constantly growing balls. For the first time in her adult life she could see her feminine sex without the aid of a mirror. It felt strange, yet at the same time good. Her hand felt her sex for the first time in years.
Just like that, Miley was awake again. She shot up in surprise. *What a rush. I could be a woman again.* The 3C looked down at her massive member and bloated balls. *Do I want to give that up?* Her thoughts turned quickly. *What would Rachel think?* Miley sighed. *Why isn't life easy?*
"Morning." She said as Rachel walked in.
"Afternoon actually." She corrected. "Did it go well?"
"It went. Interesting. Let's say interesting."
"Care to explain that?" Rachel looked dubious.
Miley quickly filled her in on the details, including Taylor's decision. Rachel said nothing for a long time. Finally, "you're stuck on this."
"I am." She admitted.
"Not for Taylor though." Rachel looked away.
"Yeah." Ever since Miley met Rachel she was amazed at how the redhead was able to read her. She didn't know it at the time but Rachel was turning out to be more than just a one night stand. In the silence that followed, Miley's brain flittered to that fateful day.
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Miley Cyrus stood a mere half second in the London club entrance before the bouncer let her in automatically. The 3C was on a quest for pussy this evening. Her cock was willing and her balls at a manageable size. She looked around the club, examining patrons through the flashing lights and pumping music wondering how she should go at it. A familiar face passed her by leading a hesitant dark skinned woman. "Emma."
Emma Stone's smiled flashed. "Miley."
As Emma worked past her, Miley decided that she would get them worked up, and maybe a little drunk. People tended to react oddly when a futa came onto them, but a little liquid courage went a long way. Her cock twitched at just the thought. The blonde eyed up once girl in particular.
The 3C dubbed her the party animal. She wore a black skirt, a g-string under it, a pink shirt sleeve shirt and a black long sleeve under it. She was a brunette with heavy D cups, Miley's cock twitched as she stared at the girl's shirt and the glorious cleavage bouncing within. Miley stalked over and started dancing, matching the girls beat and rhythm.
The party animal was dancing with a couple of people, mostly guys, but she would always a find a way to fuck up her chances of taking a guy home. Miley observed her moving to fast, unbuttoning a shirt and then going straight the crotch. As horny as the gaggle of guys were, her behavior was off putting. Miley finally found her, their eyes met and they started dancing. They got closer as they continued to dance. Miley could see the gears turning behind half closed eyes. *Is this who I think it is? She's sexy, and dancing with me! God does she go both ways?* Miley edged closer to her; well inside her personal space. She could feel the redheads breath, feel the sweat and pouring off her body. They moved even closer, so close they made contact. The girl smacked, grabbed, groped, and squeezed Miley's ass as her hands roamed her body. The 3C was more than willing to let her too. She suppressed her impending erecting and grabbed the girl's hand.
Minutes later, they emerged from the dance floor, just as hot and sweaty as before but no worse for wear. The animal followed Miley as she went to the bar, Miley ordered two shots of Cīroc, one for her and the other for the girl.
"How did you know I wanted a drink" The partier questioned.
"Who doesn't want to get drunk every once in awhile" Miley said as she handed the girl the shot.
"Anderson, Rachel Anderson." she said after taking the shot.
"Cyrus, Miley Cyrus." Miley responded after she took the shot and ordered for another round of shots.
About four or five shots later, the two were completely drunk. They had started kissing each other and casually groping.
"You ever fuck a 3C?" Miley asked, going in for the kill. Rachel shook her head negatively but did not back away. Miley drunkenly suggested, "let's get ou-outta here then."
The two left the club, piling into a taxi and driven to Miley's house. The taxi driver said nothing as the two girls went at in his back seat; staying silent even as the taxi filled with moans and cries of delight. They quickly pulled up to her house, falling out with as much dignity as to be expected. Miley threw a wad of bills at the driver. "You didn't see anything."
The second the door clicked shut they were on each other again. Rachel haphazardly undressed herself as Miley unzipped her custom pants letting semi flaccid tool spring out. Quickly, the cock throbbed with blood, the thick veins that crisscrossed the length pulsed and let the dick surge to full mast.
Rachel took a step back involuntarily at the sight of the 17 inch member, but she stepped back when the shock wore off. Sinking to her knees before the godly member, Rachel took the cock in her mouth. Somehow, despite the large size of the head, she was able to cram it all in.
The redhead rubbed herself with a free hand; her snatch dripping a river of juices. Rachel displayed exceptional talent as she blew Miley; with cock in mouth, she lovingly fondled the tip with her tongue. The 3C moaned loudly from Rachel's oral talents, both hands grabbed a hold of her red hair and pulled.
Rachel gagged as inches of stiff member violated her throat, but by suppressing her gag reflex she was able to continue worshiping the 3C cock before her. Pulling back slightly, Rachel managed to get to where just the tip rested in her mouth. From there she let her tongue dance across the bottom, poking and prodding the sensitive underside.
"Oh god, if you do that I'm gonna..."
Cum. A wave for jizz blasted out of Miley's cock taking them both by surprise. The first shot went straight down Rachel's throat causing her to gag. The second blast broke free from her mouth and splattered across her face. By then the redhead recovered and took the last few bursts down, nearly choking in the process.
Rachel swallowed down the last load with a loud gulp. "Are you finished?"
"What do you think?" Miley responded. Her steel hard cock had neither wavered nor began to lose strength, even as globules of jizm splattered to the floor. "Bedroom?"
"Bedroom." Rachel agreed, taking Miley's hand and being willingly lead deeper into her house. Cock pointing the way Miley entered her room with Rachel mere inches behind. She threw herself over the bed and presented her fine ass to the blonde. "Fuck me."
Miley needed to further invitation. She advanced on her partner; raging hard cock pointing the way. Miley could feel the heat coming off her pussy as she probed it with her fingers. "You're soaking wet."
"Stop teasing and fuck me!" Rachel responded. She got more than she bargained for however as Miley stuck her head in. The thick head pressing in on her sex, splitting it wide open, causing her to spontaneously and dramatically orgasm.
"Oooo Miley you're so big! You feel sooooo good!" Rachel shouted while she was came.
"Shut up whore and take this cock!" Miley grunted as she continued pounding Rachel's cunt, her body going on autopilot as she focused on her sexual gratification. Nearly the entire length of her massive member was squeezed inside the redhead; each thrust caused her belly to bulge from the pounding.
Rachel's cunt muscles squeezed Miley's cock and lubricated her pussy in a torrent of juices. Her pussy stretched absurdly as it struggled against her cock, yet the pleasure was so fantastic and extreme she could hardly care. Rachel moaned as she orgasmed again, her vaginal fluids flooded around Miley's cock and spilled onto the bed. The scent of which filled the 3C nostrils and drove her on faster and harder.
"Give it to me you slut!" Rachel commanded. Miley complied, her hips moving in a blur. Her balls smacked Rachel's butt and bed simultaneously, yet the pain didn't cause any pause in her efforts.
"Rachel I'm about to cum!" Miley announced, as if anyone was going to stop her.
"Me too, lets cum together" Rachel said as she rocked harder against Miley. A free hand reached one of Miley's tits and squeezed.
"I'M CUMMING!" The duo yelled as Miley let loose a shower semen deep inside of Rachel. Not to be outdone, Rachel let loose a spray of her own juices on Miley's cock which leaked in her balls. The blonde's member twitched inside it's prison, still releasing cum into the helpless redhead. Finally it was over and Miley spent.
Rachel started to pull off of her until Miley stopped her. "No, stay. I want my cock to feel you longer."
\*\*\*
"Miley!" Rachel smacked her cock. "You're not paying attention!"
"Owww." Miley rubbed her cock where her lover hit it. "Sorry, I got distracted."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Thinking about how we met."
"It's hard to forget." Rachel admitted, rubbing her gravid belly. "I was saying that it's your choice. If you want to try it, I'll support you. It's your body after all."
"Thanks." Miley reached over and kissed her. "I still don't know what to do."
"Well, you can't make that decision yet." Rachel explained when Miley arched an eyebrow. "Taylor sent you an email while you were passed out. Something about a music video?"
"Yeah that's right. What did she say?"
Rachel said nothing but instead left the room retrieving a tablet. Rachel was smiling devilishly, "You're gonna love this."
Miley glanced at the crude drawing on the tablet, then closer in disbelief. "You're fucking kidding me."
\*\*\*
"I can't believe I'm doing this." Miley said as a group of people swarmed around her naked body.
"You said yes." Rachel responded. She was sitting in a chair, either taking pictures or just looking at her phone.
"Yeah, I know." Miley rubbed shoulder. "Hey that tickles!"
"Sorry." One of the people said. They were slowly painting her in silver paint. Not all of her, just her balls. Part of the ordeal in making this video was that Miley had to let her balls grow; A unique trait to her genes. That meant she couldn't cum for days. It was fascinating to watch really. Everyday her balls swelled larger with potent sperm. Everyday she painfully ignored the desire to whack one off. After nearly two weeks her balls were deemed large enough. At least according to the director Svetlana. At the same time she had to endure another two days just to be sure. The end result: Miley had her very own wrecking balls, large enough that she could sit on them. Which was just what the video required. Green straps wrapped around her balls and testicles, creating the illusion that nothing was holding them up. Nothing beyond a steel chain that was. Even her cock had a giant green sock wrapped around it.
"How do I look?" Miley asked.
"Kind of awesome actually." Rachel snickered. "Too bad we can't have sex this way."
"I feel like a little Dutch boy." Miley sighed. "I'm gonna blow any minute."
That statement caused several of the paints to look up. "I'll give you warning."
"Say what's the longest you've gone without cumming?"
Miley thought over her sexual history. "Three days?"
"How was that?"
"Awful." The 3C flexed her legs to let a painter through. "I'm surprised I'm still mobile."
"Your muscles probably grew to support you." Rachel responded.
"How do you figure that?"
"I read it online."
"Always a reliable source."
"Shut up." Rachel snapped, but there was little bite behind it. "3Cs can do amazing things. You could probably be an amazon if you wanted."
The thought of being a gym rat filtered through Miley's head. *Could be fun.* "Sounds like a lot of work."
"How's it going?" Svetlana walked up, her rich Russian accent rolling her words together.
"Wonderful." Miley responded.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Rachel asked.
"Gorgeous." Svetlana looked over at the painters. "Everything set?"
"Last drop now." The painter put down their brush and wiped sweat of their brow. "Done. Weirdest thing I've ever painted."
Svetlana waved a folder containing a stack of NDAs. "Not a word now. Ya?"
"Ya."
"Okay, raise her up." The buxom russian signaled and Miley rose up only a few feet. "How's the feel?"
"Different. The boys are feeling weird." Miley complained.
"The boys?" Rachel asked.
"The boys." Miley patted her balls then cupped her breasts. "These are the girls, those are the boys."
"Oh."
"That's a 3C thing I guess." Miley responded. "Can we start?"
"Ya. Start to move, when you feel comfortable you can sing."
Miley grunted and started up, swinging her legs until she built up momentum. Of course her mammoth balls both helped and hindered the progress.
Rachel will always remember this, even if their relationship didn't last. The sight of her lover Miley swinging from a harness, testicles swinging like wrecking balls as she swung her heart out would be forever burned into her brain. She crossed her legs to hold back the flood of desire she felt. Her hands crept to her belly, feeling the twins that were growing within. Rachel hadn't told Miley that part yet.
After a few takes it was done, Miley was stopped her swinging and slowly came to a halt. Rachel approached her with a smile on her face. "How was it?"
"Exhausting." Miley asked for a towel and got it. "I feel like I'm hanging by the balls."
"That's cause you are." Rachel turned. "Can you lower her down?"
"Even my boobs are wet." Miley grumbled.
"Oh shut up." Rachel silenced her with a kiss. "Can we go?"
"Not unless you want her balls painted."
Terror crept onto Miley's face. "Oh god."
The two women smirked. "This'll be fun."
\*\*\*
Miley pushed into her house utterly exhausted. Rachel followed behind, a grin plastered across her face. "That was fun."
"I wish you didn't take so much delight in it."
"Your balls look fantastic though!" Complemented Rachel.
"You skinned me!" Miley accused her.
"Just picked off the paint." Rachel shut the door. "What do you want to do now?"
"Cum." Miley shifted. "I'm dragging around two yoga balls worth of jizm."
"And you want them gone."
"Reduced." Miley pushed herself up the stairs into the master bathroom. Surprisingly the gigantic balls she was carrying did not hinder her mobility. "Can you bring the tablet? I'm going to watch a video."
"Certainly." Rachel left and returned a moment later with the tablet. "Do you want me to stay?"
"If you want, I know you're exhausted."
"I am. I'm going to lay down." Rachel and Miley kissed and the redhead left the room. Firing up the laptop, Miley navigated to her saved videos. As they were loading, she dropped the floor length skirt to the ground and removed her top. "Ahh, freedom."
Miley scratched her bloated balls and picked her video. Unlike many pornos, Ariel and Sarah didn't dick around creating a plot or set up for their pieces. The video opened like many of their others; Ariel was dicking around with the camera commenting on Sarah.
"So...I was off of filming today and while Sarah was at work I went to the store. Victoria Secret has their 3C line up and I had to try somethings out." She held up a bag while talking to the camera. "This one is my favorite."
She set the camera down and walked back a few steps. Her ultra curvy body was struggling to be contained in a black lace bustier. Her enormous breasts poured out of the top, even as her nipples pressed out against the cups. Ariel gave a full 360 view, showcasing how her matching lace thong disappeared in her large ass. "What do you think? I love it, and I think Sarah will too. Let's go find her!"
The camera shifted as Ariel picked it back up and walked down the hall. As she did, the viewer got a great view of her tits as they jostled back and forth with every step. "Sarah where are you?"
"In here." Sarah called out, though not specifying where here was. Ariel seemed to know and turned to that direction. She peeked around a door and saw Sarah sitting on a couch watching TV.
"Long day?"
"Way too long." Sarah said without looking up.
"Awww, let me see if I can make it better." Ariel shifted so she standing behind Sarah, her feet of cleavage swallowing up her head. "I went shopping, do you want to see?"
Sarah shook her head free. "Always with you."
Ariel moved around the couch to stand before Sarah. Her lover's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my god!"
"You like it?"
"I do." Sarah adjusted her pants as her cock surged with blood. "God!"
"I see you're not the only one that likes it." Ariel pointed out. "Why don't you free that beast of yours."
Ariel set the camera down as Sarah wiggled out of her pants. Her cock made the task harder as it was already semi erect. With a grunt, the smaller brunette heaved and pushed free of the confining denim. Sarah's member dented out her boxers as well. Already the cotton material was stained as dollops of precum flowed from the tip.
"Boxers today? Someone is feeling daring."
"Try packing this cock into panties." Snapped back Sarah.
"I'd rather you pack it into my pussy." Ariel set the camera down so it would face the action. The busty brunette strode forward and sat before her lover. With both hands she grabbed Sarah's bulging cock and started to pump it. "You had a long day huh?"
"Yeah..." Sarah leaned back into the couch, her eyes shut as Ariel started her handjob.
"Any scenes with Sofia? I know she's bigger than me."
"One or two." Sarah sighed erotically. "Keep that up."
Ariel did, speeding up until the camera heard the sounds of her efforts. The busy woman's hands were becoming slick with pre. Not one to let it go to waste, Ariel leaned forward and lapped at the time; greedily sucking down Sarah's juices. "God you must have been hard all day. She likes to shake those tits of hers around."
"Maybe." Sarah admitted.
"Maybe? Ha, I'd fuck her and I don't have a dick." Ariel went in again and sucked down the large head. The action caused Sarah to grip the couch tightly, her fingers digging into the cushion. "Mmm, yeah you'd like that. Plow that ass of hers while her tits shook free of that dress she was wearing. Was it the green one this time?"
"The blue." Sarah grunted from Ariel's teasing and oral assault. Her mind thought back to earlier today. Sofia bounded around set in her blue dress. A belt cinched at her narrow waist. Her large breasts pouring out of her top while nipples pressed out like oversized gumdrops. The slutty Colombian didn't bother to wear a bra today either and her actions were teasing at worst, torture at best. She'd pout her lips and making sucking noises. Her eyes glowed with the promise of countless carnal pleasures.
Back in reality, Sarah started heaving. "I'm gonna cum!!"
Ariel engulfed Sarah's member to the hilt. Her cheeks bulged as Sarah came. The futa's hands pressed down on Ariel's head, ensuring she swallowed the entire load. For several seconds that was the case. As her orgasm died her grip slackened and Ariel was able to pull free. Cum dripped from her lips.
"Awww, you were saving that all day weren't you?" Ariel shimmied out of the bustier and let the thing drop to the floor. "I'm gonna reward you for being so good."
Ariel stroked Sarah's cock back to life. "Get ready, we're going for a ride. A hard ride."
The sounds of Ariel and Sarah were too much for Miley. Her stroking was already frantic, her right hand a blur across her cock as her left struggled to hold the tablet up. Her balls pulled closer to her body. Her dick flared in size, the crimson head surging in size until it was larger than both fists combined. Miley cried out in pleasure as she began to cum: "Oh god!"
Buckets of cum erupted out of Miley's colossal cock in an explosion of ecstasy. The blonde dropped her tablet, yet the video still played. Cum blasted out as her balls emptied for the first time in weeks. For over a minute Miley was launched into an orgasmic high unlike any she'd ever experienced before. Her cock refused to let up and kept spewing until her balls were back to a relatively reasonable size. "Ahh, that's just what I needed."
Her member, finally able to experience the joys of relief, fell flaccid against her reduced testicles. A continual stream of jism still leaked out; the last vestiges of her orgasmic release.
As Miley cleaned herself off, she thought about her situation. *I'm going to keep them for now. There as much a part of me as anything else.*
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Title: Catfood Ep. 17 - Night Visitors, Aftermath by Nameless
Tags: Human, Humiliation, Nudity, Rat
Catfood
Catfood - Episode 17 - Night Visitors, Aftermath
© 2004, 2005 Nameless
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"Lisa?" I looked up at Tammy. The anger faded from her face for a moment and she gave me a reassuring smile and winked. Suddenly I wondered if her displeasure at my actions had been real or only an act. I did my best to smile back. Tammy winked once more, then she turned her attention back to Jen. "Jen. Let's talk about you..." "Yes?" Her voice became suspicious "What about me?" "Well, you had your fun with my slave." She paused for effect. Her face shrunk on the screen and a document filled the screen "If you would please sign here so we can conclude the transaction..." " **Transaction?!?**" Jen asked in alarm "What transaction?" I stared at the screen open-mouthed. "It's very simple. You don't get to play with my slave without paying for her services. Just fill out the form, I'll add you to our list of customers and charge Lisa's fee to your account." " **What!?!**" Jen almost screamed "You want me to ***pay*** for this!?! For having a little fun with my best friend?" "Sure." Tammy grinned, obviously enjoying Jen's reaction. "How much?" Jen's voice dropped to a whisper. "How much do I have to pay?" "Not that much... only two thousand." "Two thousand?" Jen asked. I could almost hear the color drain from her face "You can't be serious! I can't pay that... That's more than I earn in a month!" I heard her gasp for breath " **Tammy!** Please... This is a joke, isn't it?" Tammy shook her head. "You know that we don't have this kind of money! Please..." " **Jen!** Shut up and listen to me!" Jen opened and closed her mouth several times, then she answered in a very small voice "Yes, Tammy." I couldn't help but turn to look at Jen. "You have two options now: You can pay up or we can take you to court for raping Lisa." " **What?!?**" Jen screamed "I didn't rape her. We just had a little fun..." "Jen, a few minutes ago you admitted to it. Of your own free will and without any pressure from me. You tied Lisa up and used her body. That sure sounds like rape to me." Jen looked at me pleadingly "Lisa... you wouldn't..." " **Jen!** Lisa is not the one you have to talk to. She is my slave, I am the one who decides if she consented to what you did to her or not. And my position is that you either hired her for your entertainment or you raped her. I'll let you decide which." Jen was trembling and sweating badly. She tried one last time "Tammy, you can't make that stick in court..." Tammy cut her off "Shut up. You don't know anything, trust me, Jen, you can't win this one. If you had a *really* good lawyer, then you might be able to wriggle out of this on a technicality, but... it has been established as a point of law that a prostitute can accuse you of rape if you refuse to pay her. Trust me you wouldn't win this, not when I already have your statement on record. You did know that I do record all conversations with my slaves, that I have the right to record all discussions in which my slave is directly involved and use the recording as evidence? Do you want to spend the next couple of years in jail? Well, it won't be quite so bad, at least Kaye would keep you company." Jen gave up. I could see the fight go out of her. For several very long moments total silence descended.
Finally Jen began to beg "Tammy, please! You know I can't pay that. Isn't there anything else we could do..." "Well..." Tammy teased "perhaps there is..." "Please! I'll do anything!" "That's a good start, Jen." Tammy said "Let's hold that thought..." The grin on Tammy's face had turned decidedly evil. "I might forget about this under two conditions." "Yes?" A hopeful tone returned to Jen's voice. "I'd do anything..."
"First, Lisa has to give up her wage for last night's entertainment. I can force her to do just about anything, but she is entitled to financial compensation. I can't take that away, this is in the contract." Jen turned to me and pleaded "Lisa..." Tammy went on, drowning out Jen's plea. "And second... I want a detailed account of last night's events from both you and Kaye." "Oh." Jen blushed "I hope I can do that." "I will be in my office until about six in the evening. I want both of you to visit me and tell me everything about last night's activities. If I don't see both of you today or if you don't satisfy my curiosity, then our company lawyer will call you tomorrow to ask if you intend to pay or not..." Jen winced and hung her head. "Lisa, I just want you to know that you would have earned about 1300 dollars. And whatever tip Jen would see fit to give you. That is a lot of money to throw away, given how expensive your treatment is going to be." I looked up and stared at Tammy's face, for a moment I was horrified at her suggestion that I might not want to let my friend off the hook. It simply wasn't something I could not do, even after the painful and humiliating spanking Jen had just given me. I was about to call her to task on this when I noticed the grin on her face. After a moment I realized what she was playing at. I realized that she knew full well that I would agree to this, but she wanted me to make Jen sweat a bit. I gave her a wink and lowered my head once more. Jen pleaded "Lisa, please!" Her voice was pitiful enough to make stones weep. I looked up and asked "Tammy?" "This is entirely up to you, Lisa. It is your money and your decision." "Ok." I got up and after an affirmative nod from Tammy I went to my dresser and put on my bathrobe. "All right, Jen. I'll forget about the money on two conditions." "Yes?" Her tone was hopeful and afraid at the same time. "You have to ask real nice. And you owe me a really big favor." Jen thought about it for only a second. "Agreed. Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. Actually... I think I know what I want from you." I gave her the nastiest grin I could think of "I want you to be my slave for a full day." "A full day? What would I have to do?" "A full day. Twenty-four hours and not a minute less. You would have to do whatever I command you to. I won't do anything to you that would require medical attention, but apart from that anything goes. You might not be able to sit for a few days afterwards..." Jen gulped and hung her head. After half a minute she looked back at me. "Agreed." "Lisa?" "Yes, Tammy?" "If you tell me in advance, I should be able to book you into one of the playrooms in our dungeon. Free of charge, of course." I giggled and Jen groaned "Thank you, Tammy. I just might take you up on this." When Jen didn't say anything, I told her "You still have to ask nicely, Jen. Ask me nicely and I'll let you be my slave." She looked up at me. I grinned at her and pointed at the floor at my feet. Jen groaned again, but after a moment she got up and kneeled before me "Lisa..." "Stop, Jen." I paused for a moment. "Let's do this properly... slave." Jen froze for a moment, then she looked up at me with anger in her eyes. But after a moment she gave in and lowered her head once more. She stood up and began to remove her clothes. In less than a minute she stood nude as the day she had been born. She began to kneel, but I stopped her "Wait." She remained standing while I let my eyes roam over her body. She was trembling a little and she was blushing furiously. "Turn around." She clenched her fists but she obeyed. I grinned as I watched her, then I turned to Tammy "What do you think?" "Not bad. Nice generous figure, just a little over the ideal weight. But nothing that a few weeks of exercise and diet won't cure. Beautiful firm breasts and an ass that just begs to be spanked. Jen, if you ever find yourself short of money, I'd be happy to have you serve us." Jen inhaled sharply, but she did not answer. I couldn't see her face, but I could almost see the heat waves rise above her head. After a minute I said "You may kneel." Jen forced out a "Yes, Mistress." and obeyed. She was silent, for a long moment her labored breathing was the only noise in my room. Finally she asked "May I be your slave, Mistress." When I didn't answer, she tried again, her voice a lot more pleading than before. "Please, Mistress. Let me be your slave. Please." "You may kiss my feet." For a few moments Jen did not move at all, not even to breathe. I wondered if I had gone too far. But then she bent forward and planted a kiss on each of my feet. She resumed her kneeling position and begged. Her face was still lowered and I could hear tears in her voice "Please let me be your slave." "All right, Jennifer. I accept. You may serve me as my slave." " **Thank you!**" I didn't realized how badly Tammy's threats had scared her until she almost bowled me over when she jumped forward and hugged my legs. She thanked me over and over, in between the sobs. I put my paws on her head and held her. After a minute I said "Get up, Jen." She obeyed almost instantly. I motioned for her to sit down. Once I got a good look at her face, I fetched my box of tissues and handed it to her. Tammy and I waited in silence while she cleaned her eyes and face.
"Jen? Lisa?" I looked up at the screen. Another document had appeared there. Jen asked "What's that?" "I want the agreement between you two in writing. It just says that Lisa gives up her wage in exchange for Jen's serving her as her slave for a full day." "Ok." Jen looked at me "When will I have to... be your slave?" "I don't know yet. We'll have to see how things go with my treatment. When I want you to, I will tell you at least one day in advance." "All right." Jen clearly was not happy about it, but she had already given in. We both signed the short contract. "Thank you." Tammy turned to Jen "One down, one to go. Can I expect you to come by my office sometime today?" Jen hung her head to hide the fact that she was beginning to blush. "Yes, Tammy." "Good." Tammy grinned "I'll leave it up to you to inform Kaye that I expect to see her as well. But not at the same time as you, Jen, I'd like to talk to each of you seperately. I am sure you'll find a way to convince her to come. But do tell her that she has to tell me everything about the fun you had with my slave. I'm not going to put any pressure on either of you, but if either of you doesn't satisfy my curiosity, then the deal is off and you'll hear from our lawyer tomorrow. Understood?" Jen swallowed hard. After a few moments she managed to answer "Yes, Tammy. I understand." She sounded as if she was signing her own death sentence. "Good. That's it, then." "Yes, Tammy." Jen got up, picked up her clothes and turned to leave. "Wait. I have one more request." "Yes?" "Is there any danger that you will have your period today?" Jen suddenly blushed furiously "No. I had it a few days ago." "Good." Tammy grinned at the unease on Jen's face. "Well, it's going to be a nice and warm day today. You wouldn't freeze if you went without underwear, would you?" "No." Jen's face seemed to be in danger of catching fire, she blushed really fircely as she began to realize where things were heading. "Good. I expect you to wear that beautiful dress you wore until a few minutes ago. Don't clean it, don't shower or clean your body. And don't wear any panties or a bra. Understood?" "Yes, Tammy." "That's all. You may go." Jen fled.
"Lisa?" "Yes, Tammy?" "Why don't you sit down?" I considered for a moment, but since Tammy seemed to be in "*friends*" mode, I decided to question her, rather than take her suggestion as a command "If it is ok with you, I'd rather kneel..." "Fine with me." Tammy gave me a knowing grin "Any particular reason why?" "Thank you." I knelt. The fire in my rump had cooled considerably, but I knew that it would be pretty tender for a few more hours. "Not really..." I grinned back "I just feel like it..." Tammy laughed. After a moment she asked "Do you have a salve to put on your ass." "Yes." She sighed "Too bad I'm not there to put it on." I couldn't quite suppress a giggle "Why don't you ask Jen to help you... after you take a shower?" "That's a good idea, Tammy. I think I will do that." We both giggled at that. When we had calmed down, I asked "Do you think we went too far?" "With Jen?" "Yes. I don't think I have ever seen her cry. I was almost afraid she'd..." "No. Sure, I scared her pretty badly, but I am quite sure that she can take it. And, well, I believe that you should not do things to others if you can't take it when it is done to you. You will remember that she was awfully eager to punish you." "Yes, that she was." We were silent for a moment as I thought back at the grin on her face when Tammy told her that she'd "*have*" to punish me. I don't think that she had considered refusing for even a moment. I wasn't angry with her, or even disappointed in her, I still considered her friend, but... On the other hand, she had not really hurt me and the following events had turned out to be rather interesting and... even rather satisfying. "Tammy? Were you serious about her serving as a slave?" "Sure. I told you that we are currently short on slaves, that hasn't changed in the last few days. Jen isn't quite photo model material, but she is quite beautiful. I am pretty sure that she would do well, I think that she has the mental strenght to do this." "I see." I realized that I found the idea of a naked and kneeling Jen quite appealing. Not so much in a sexual way, but I could not help but think that the experience would be good for her. Although watching her nude body had certainly interested and aroused me, even if the idea of actually having sex with her disgusted me somewhat. Giving her a good spanking on the other paw... I grinned. "She told me that she was thinking about going to college. If she served for a year or two, she could earn enough to pay for tuition and still have some money left after graduation. I'd certainly be grateful if you could talk to her and convince her to sign up." "I'll think about it, Tammy. I'll have to see how she copes, I don't want to hurt our friendship..." "I understand, no problem." "Thank you." After a moment I asked "Tammy? Why did you do all this?" "Well... I think it was a good experience for you. And I had to make it clear to Jen and Kaye that there are limits to what they can do with and to you now that you are my slave." I studied her face "And that were the only reasons? I'm sure Jen would have obeyed if you had just told her the limits..." "Well..." Tammy grinned. "I can't deny that it was fun." Her grin turned decidedly evil. "I *know* I'm going to enjoy listening to their tales a lot..." "Oh." We were silent for a long moment, then another question came to my mind. "Tammy? Just how friendly am I allowed to be with my friends before... they have to pay?" "Let's see..." Tammy searched my face "You Furs seem to enjoy physical contact quite a bit, don't you?" "Yes. It would be really hard for me not to hug and kiss my friends. I don't really know if I could do it, it is so automatic for me, I don't know if I could stop myself..." "I see." Tammy considered for a few moments "All right. I don't have any problem with you having physical contact with your friends. I don't even mind if it gets a little intimate. But the moment it starts getting sexual, you're going too far. If one of you has an orgasm, then you clearly served as their slave, no matter who comes. If you intentionally arouse one another, that is more than a teasing touch or two, then you are also going too far. A playful swat on the rump is ok, but real spanking or any kind of bondage game is too much." "Ok. It should not be a problem to keep within those limits. Thank you, Tammy." "Good. I want you to tell me if you have any doubt whether you went too far." "Yes, Mistress." "Good."
"Tammy?" "Yes, Lisa." "I..." I stammered, unsure if I dared to ask Tammy this, but then I went on. "I don't want to complain, but... the punishment today really hurt me. I know now that you had a reason for doing it, but..." "Hurt?" Tammy asked "Did Jen hit you harder than I thought she did?" "No. The spanking was painful, but it wasn't that bad." "What then?" "Mainly that... that the punishment was so unfair. I simply don't see any way how I could have avoided it. Having an orgasm, that is. I mean, Jen and Kaye tied me up before I could do anything and then they played with me until I came. I... I simply don't have the kind of control over my body that would have allowed to... allow me not to come in such a situation." "Did you try?" "Well..." My muzzle began to burn, it still shamed me to admit this. "At first I tried, but then I remembered one of the stories where something similar happened... And then I became putty in their paws..." Tammy's voice became strict "So you didn't even try to obey my command? And you still think the punishment unfair?" "I..." Suddenly I was deeply ashamed of myself, ashamed that I had not done my best to obey, ashamed because I had failed to do my very best to obey Tammy. I almost wailed "I'm sorry. I... I knew that I did not have any choice in the matter. I knew that if they kept it up, I would come. I had no way to avoid it. I'm sorry. Please..." I lowered my head and my eyes filled with tears. "Lisa? Look at me." I looked up and sobbed "Yes, Mistress?" Tammy's voice mellowed. "I'm not angry with you, Lisa. Please stop crying and clean your eyes." I wave of relief washed over me. I found the box of tissues, blew my nose and dried the fur around my eyes. "Thank you, Tammy." "Do you still feel that I punished you unfairly?" "I..." I still felt that way, but... "No." Tammy shook her head and gave me a smile that confused me for a moment. "Don't lie to me, Lisa. I know that you still think the punishment was unfair. And you are not wrong to think so." "Really?" "Yes. Your actions did not really merit a punishment. But it is your master's prerogative to punish you whenever he wants, no matter if you really did anything wrong or not." "Oh." "I told you once that you might sometimes want to give your master a reason to punish you, do you remember?" "Oh. Yes." "Sometimes your master will take things into his own hands. He might put you into a position where you simply can't obey his commands. He may command you to do something impossible. No matter what you do, either if you refuse to obey or if you fail, you give him a '*reason*' to punish you. Or he might talk you into a corner until you have no choice but to admit that you did something that merits punishment. Do you see?" "Yes, Tammy." Suddenly the events began to make a lot more sense. "Sometimes your master will want to punish you, rather than just spank you for the fun of it. The best you can do is go along, do your best and try not to let it get you down too much when it happens. When you know a master well enough, then you will be able to tell if he does it because he wants to punish you or because he really misunderstood what happened." "What if it is the second one?" "Since your master will at that point already have discounted all your excuses, you can't really do anything but accept your punishment. If you know your master well enough that you think he will not get angry if you bring the matter up once more, then you can try to talk about it at a later time. Be extremely respectful and careful, make sure you know how to present the matter right, it is very easy to anger your master with this and earn even more punishment." "Ok. I think I understand. Thank you, Tammy." "Good." Tammy gave me a heartwarming smile "I did not really punish you today, I mainly needed to let Jen dig herself in a little deeper. And I was very pleased with the way you handled yourself." "Thank you." Suddenly I felt a lot better, I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
"Some tips for you if you decide to talk to your master about any perceived unfairness." Tammy said. "First, there are several types of masters and you really want to know which type your master belongs to before you bring up the matter. The first type will actually expect you to tell them about it. They won't get angry with you if you tell them straight out that you believe you were punished unfairly. They want you to talk freely and only expect that you obey them when they give a command. You'll have to bend over and take your punishment when commanded, but you'll be able to talk about it afterwards." "Ok." "I count myself among this group. After all, I'm more your mentor than your master. My company doesn't pay me to have fun with you, they don't mind if I do, but my main goal is to make sure you can serve our customers properly and please them well. I want you to tell me what is on your mind, if you have problems with what we do to you, anything you think is important, and anything that affects your performance as a slave. Ok?" "Yes, Tammy." "You have to be a lot more careful with other masters. There are some who will never admit that they made a mistake. If you serve such a master, the best you can do is to make sure this doesn't happen again. Never imply that he made a mistake, only ask him to explain why you did wrong, how you misunderstood his command and how you could avoid doing it again." "Understood." "Don't bring up the matter when your master is angry, in a hurry, tired or in a bad mood, especially if he is angry with you. Don't bring up the matter when you are angry either, it is all too easy to say something that angers your master and gives him a reason for more punishment. Approach your master when he is happy, preferably when you did something to make him happy. If your master likes pillow talk, it might be a good idea to approach him after you had a mutually satisfying romp in the bed." "Ok." "It is not a good idea to tell your master outright that he made a mistake. Most masters will admit to it every now and then, but you should not count on it, and if you put the matter like this the possibility that he will be offended is very high. Don't do it unless you are very sure he will agree with you." "What then?" "A good tactic is to say that you misunderstood his command or his intentions. That you tried to obey his command as best as you could. Ask him to explain what he wanted. Tell him what you thought it was that he wanted. If you find that you really misunderstood his commands, then you'll probably want to apologize. Even if his command was easy to misunderstand. You can't force him to see things your way. If he is ready to admit making a mistake, then he will realize that his commands were unclear or that he asked something that you could not possibly have done right. Remember, just about any result short of further punishment is a positive result in this situation. Even if he does not apologize, you will understand him a little better and be able to avoid making the same mistake again." "Ok." "Always remember that your master does not need a reason to spank you or subject you to some other punishment, but if you give him a reason to do it, even a bad reason, few masters will pass up the opportunity." "I understand, Tammy." "Good." "All right, Lisa. Is there anything else?" "I don't think so." "Bye, then. Report to my office when the doctor is finished with you." "Yes, Tammy. Bye." The screen went dark.
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I sat still for a long moment, then I looked at the clock. I didn't have to hurry yet, but I decided that I'd better do something useful. I got up and headed for the bath. The door to Jen's room was closed. I stared at it for a long moment, Jen rarely closed it during the day, but then I couldn't contain my curiosity. I put my ear to the door and listened. Jen was inside, I could hear her breathing heavily. I think she was trying to hide it, but I could hear her sob. Suddenly I felt really sorry for what we had done to her, I almost entered to try to comfort her, but then I decided to give her a little more time and shower first. I had a quick shower and dried my fur. I had to be very careful with my rump, anything more than a light touch rekindled the fires that Jen's spanking had lit. The hot shower had not been the best idea in this respect either. When I was done, I put on the dress I had chosen as my attire for the day. Apart from the collar it was the only thing I would wear. The air was already warm and promised to warm up even more, so I had no excuse to put on anything else. I picked up the salve and went to Jen's room. I knocked, but there was no response. I knew Jen was inside, I could hear her breathe. After half a minute I tried again. "Go away! I don't want to talk to you!" "Jen, please. I... I really have to talk to you." Jen cursed me, but after a bit she relented "All right, come in." I opened the door and entered. Jen was still nude and she sat on her bed. She didn't look at me. I sat down next to her and inhaled sharply when something hard dug into the still a little sensitive skin of my rump. I jumped up. Under the thin covers was one of Jen's brushes. I put it on the nightstand and sat down once more. Jen finally looked at me, her eyes were red and her face was streaked with tears. She looked at me accusingly "Come to gloat, have you?" I sighed. "No, Jen I have not." I asked "Jen, can you look me in the eyes and honestly tell me that all this is my fault?" Jen stared at me. Her mouth opened and closed several times. Finally she looked down and said in a very small voice "No." When I noticed the goose bumps on her skin, I moved closer and put an arm around her shoulder. When Jen looked at me in surprise, I said "I don't want you to catch cold." "Why?" "Why not? You're still my friend." She looked a bit surprised at that. "My rump still hurts. But I am not angry at you. Are you mad at me?" Jen was silent for a long moment before she answered "A bit. I realize that I should not be, that all this was my fault. But... I'm scared..." "Of me or Tammy?" "Both." "Don't be. It won't be that bad." "That's easy for you to say." "I have some experience, Jen. If Tammy had told me exactly what would happen during the medical examination or the photo shot, I probably would have balked. She'd have had to drag me there in chains. But once I was there... some of it was pretty unpleasant, but it was nowhere near as horrible as I would have believed it to be if she had described it to me." I grabbed her hands and squeezed them "It's not as if Tammy's going to torture you. You'll make it, Jen. Don't worry." "You really think so? I'm sure my face will combust spontaneously when I try to tell Tammy about... last night." "Jen, I don't think you can die of embarrassment. I don't want to say that this will be good for you, but it will certainly be an interesting experience. Something to tell the grand kids about..." Jen blushed at the idea. "Ugh..." "Jen, I know Tammy. I know that she'll grill you, but she won't hurt you. She won't force you to do more than you can take." "You sure?" "Yes. Jen, you can take more than you think. I certainly found out that I can." I gave her hands a reassuring squeeze "Trust me." Jen studied my face for a long time before she answered "All right. I trust you, Lisa. But..." "If Tammy really goes too far you can take it out of my hide." "Really? Promise?" "Yes." I answered without a second thought. "You do realize that I'll have to ask Tammy for permission and that she will likely charge you for the privilege?" "Oh. All right." Jen studied me for a while, and then a shy smile returned to her face "Thank you. Even knowing that I probably won't be able to take you up on this makes me feel better..." We sat silent for a while and suddenly I noticed the scents that clung to Jen, the scents of our arousal. She wasn't aroused now, neither was I, but the scent would cling to her until her next shower. I don't know if Jen could smell them, but her thoughts mirrored my own. "Lisa, what am I going to tell my coworkers? When I show up in that dress? Without my undies?" "Well..." I considered the options. "I'd probably stick to the truth or at least something close to it..." "I should tell them that I spanked you? And that I have to wear the dress as punishment?" "If you want to... You could also tell them that you had some friendly fun with me and that you're going without your undies on a dare. It's not too far from the truth." Jennifer considered for a while before she answered. "Thank you, Lisa. I'll think about it." "I'm always glad to help you." We looked at each other, unsure what to say next. I considered telling her about Tammy's offer, but decided not to talk about it. "Actually, Jen, I need your help." "Yes?" I offered her the tube. "My wrists still hurt a little. Could you..." "Sure." Jen grabbed my left paw and began to apply the salve. "I don't think I want any bandages." "You don't mind that people see this? The rope burns still show..." "Not very much. If I ruffle my fur a little, nobody will notice. No one would miss the bandages, however. I don't want anyone to think that I tried to slit my wrists..." "Yeah. You're right. Unless you wear a long-sleeved shirt..." "I can't. Tammy wants me to wear as little as possible. I won't be wearing any panties either..." "Ok." Jen finished my left wrist and moved to the right one. "Good." She grinned. "Misery loves company?" "Something like that, yes." A minute later she released my arm and declared "All done." "Thank you." I got up and asked "Could you do my ass as well?" Jen's stared at me, her eyes wide from surprise. "You want me to... rub the salve all over your ass?" "Yes. You tanned my hide pretty well, Jen. And I may have to sit in the doctor's waiting room for a long time..." "Can't you do that yourself?" "No. I'm sorry, Jen, but Tammy said that you should do it. If you don't... then I'll have to do without it." "I see." Jen considered it for a long moment before she answered "All right. But don't complain if I am too rough..." She gave me a wide grin and pointed at the floor in front of her "Kneel here." "Kneel? Can't I stand?" "No. If you want me to do this, then we'll do it my way." "All right." I took off my dress and knelt in front of Jen, facing away from her. "Raise your pretty rump a little higher." I obeyed, blushing furiously. Jen began to massage my rump. I sighed in pleasure as the salve began to work its magic on my abused bottom. Jen began to hum tunelessly, she was obviously enjoying herself. If nothing else, helping me had taken her mind off her other worries. As Jen's fingers gently worked the salve into my skin, I began to wonder why she had thought that I might find her too rough. I sighed in pleasure, a sigh that was a least half a moan. " **Eeep!!!**" I shivered violently and gasped for breath. Suddenly and without warning, Jen had poked at least two fingers into my sex. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I began to blush furiously as I realized how right Jen was. My sex was more than a little damp, the humiliating position and her gentle massage had turned me on quite a bit. I tried to get up, but Jen grabbed my tail with her other hand while she continued to finger my increasingly hot and wet sex. "Well?" After a few moments I gave in "Yes." When she didn't release me, I gritted my teeth and went on "I enjoyed your massage, Mistress. Can I get up now? Please." Jen continued to finger me for a few seconds before she released me. I was beginning to sweat, a few more minutes of this and I would have come. "Get up!" I jelped in pain when she gave me a hard spank. It hurt a lot. I jumped up, turned around and stared at her angrily. I growled and almost attacked her, at that moment I was so incredibly furious. Jen grinned up at me, put a finger into her mouth and licked off my juices. "Hmmm... delicious." Suddenly the anger was replaced by embarrassment. Jen teased "Did you know that your fur is wet?" I didn't have to look at her eyes to know which part of my fur she was referring to. Jen continued to grin at me, then she suddenly turned around and presented her rear end to me "What to do my ass?" "I..." I stammered "Ummm... No." "Really?" "I... I'll pass." "Too bad." Jen turned to me once more. "Anything else?" "Ummm... no." I picked up my dress. I was glad to notice that the pain Jen's slap had lit in my rump was fading fast. "Ummm... thank you. For helping me." "It was my pleasure, Lisa." Jen's grin said that she had enjoyed this. Suddenly I wanted to run back to my room. "Bye." " **Lisa!**" I stopped and turned back to Jen "Don't clean up." " **What?**" I squeaked "I'm not your slave, you can't tell me what to do." Jen grinned at me "I paid for your service, didn't I? Shall we ask Tammy?" "Ummm..." I realized that Tammy would most probably agree with Jen, if only to see how I would react to this. I gave in. "No, Mistress. I won't clean up." "Good. I recommend that you don't sit down until your skin has absorbed the salve. And you'd better not put on the dress yet. Unless you want a big print of your posterior on it, that is." "Ummm... yes. Thank you." "Bye, Lisa. And good luck." "Thank you. Bye." I closed the door behind me and breathed a sigh of relief. Then I went to the kitchen to fix myself something to eat. I ate my breakfast standing up and I was quite relieved that Jen stayed in her room. When I was done, I put on the dress, grabbed my purse and left.
**End of Episode 17** | FSE |
Title: Master & Slave: First Time by shaydethelemur
Tags: Character Development, Human, Hybrid, M/F, Master/Pet, Passion, Romance, Story Series
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Memories can be a powerful thing, bringing forth emotions that could be beneficial or detrimental. They can bring smiles or frowns; joy or sorrow; laugher or tears. Let's take a look into our dear lemurfox's head and see the memory she cherishes above all others...
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She flopped down onto the bed and stretched, curling up slightly as she watched him come in behind her, closing the door behind him. Their bags were already inside, and the promise of a few days to get acquainted, to break down that last barrier of shyness still holding her back, was both exciting and terrifying to her. She blinked as he approached the bed, gathering up a few pillows and nudging her to sit up for a moment before dropping them on the bed and laying down beside her, a smirk on his face.
Returning the smile, she lay back down, nuzzling into the hollow of his collarbone as she cuddled in under his arm, one paw lightly tracing patterns over the shirt he wore, a gesture she hoped would settle her nerves a bit. Looking up at him, she swallowed, suddenly very much aware of how close she was to him. That smirk still played on his lips, his eyes holding an expression she couldn't quite place. Amusement, certainly, but what else was there?
A few moments passed this way, the lemurfox suddenly being playful, nuzzling into him and grinning stupidly only to pull back some, studying his face before burying her own into his shoulder again shyly. So close, the sensation of his arms around her calming her only enough for her to start with the playing again. Still that amused look sat on his face, his hazel eyes all but sparkling every time she met them with her own. A few times, she leaned in close enough that even the tiniest nudge would have pushed her off balance, her face so near to his that a kiss would have been the likeliest outcome. How she wanted that kiss... but she was still far too shy to try and take it.
Finally, she rolled onto her back, her master sitting up and turning to look at her, his hand planted firmly beside her on the bed. Letting out a nervous squeak, she licked her lips, looking up at him like some tiny prey animal faced with their predator counterpart. Taking a deep breath, she spoke, though she was far too quiet for him to hear her.
"I didn't catch that, pet. What did you say?" His amused expression changed subtly as he looked at her. She knew perfectly well he knew what she'd said, but was coaxing her gently. He'd never let up until she repeated her question to him in a way that it would have been audible to anyone in the room. Again she wet her lips, eyes cast down for a moment before meeting his again. It was now or never.
"M... make love to me?"
He leaned in then, pressing his mouth to hers in a kiss so gentle she'd have had her knees give way if she'd been standing. Tongues and breath met and mingled before the kiss began to grow more heated, his arms around her, fingers playing up her sides and prompting the tiniest of whimpers from deep in her throat. Suddenly breaking the kiss, her master lowered his face to her throat, teeth now clamping tight over the tender flesh just under her jawbone. She cried out, partially from pain, but mostly from the sudden wave of pleasure that washed through her body, bringing her to the edge of orgasm in an instant. Over and over he did this, each bite harsh and lower than the next, each one again bringing her to that edge, the last one left just above her right breast. As she lay in a swoon, he raised up over her, smirking before grabbing her paws. "Sit up."
Shakily, she did as he told her, rising up off the bed, her back to him as he pulled off the shirt she wore. The catches of her bra got the better of him, though, and she smiled softly, paws moving up to undo the clasps for him. His hands were warm on her shoulders as he slid the straps down, tossing the garment away before turning her to lie down again. Lowering his head, his hands cupped her breasts as his mouth found one nipple, then the other, working each in turn with his tongue. Her paws found his hair, fingers working through it as they moved down to his neck, her back arching slightly as her body flooded with pleasure again. Never had she known a lover like him before.
His shirt followed next, revealing a small patch of fine dark hair in the hollow between his pecs and a larger amount over his stomach. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him, his hands moving down to undo the jeans she was wearing. Not standing on ceremony, his fingers hooked into the waistband of both her jeans and the panties beneath them, pulling both off and dropping them to the floor beside the bed. His own followed suit a moment later, her eyes widening as she took in the view of his body. His cock was rock hard, swathed in a nest of that same dark hair. When he lowered himself over her again, she reveled in the heat of his body next to hers.
His fingers moved down over her stomach to her pussy, gently spreading her open before sliding deep into her. Her hips lifted the tiniest bit to meet his hand as he worked her, pulling his fingers out to play with her clit before pushing them into her again. His mouth found her nipple again, the combination of pleasures leaving her breathless beneath him when he shifted his body once more. He laid over top of her then, that same shine in his eyes as when they first lay down on the bed only a few minutes before. She ran her fingers over his shoulders, curling her paws together at the back of his neck. "You're so beautiful... " she murmured. His response was simple enough, his mouth lowering to hers again in another kiss, this one rougher than the first, yet somehow sweeter to her. "You are too... " he replied, whispering the words into her ear before rising up, his eyes meeting hers as he thrust into her.
She gasped, groaning deep in her throat as he filled her, her legs coming up, bending at the knees before they slid around his waist, her ankles crossing and resting on the curve of his ass. Her arms snaked around his neck, her fingers moving through his hair before tracing a line down the back of his neck. Their mouths met again in another kiss, both of them expressing the love they shared for one another in the simplest but most effective way they could.
As he broke the kiss, raising up over her, she slid her hands back up and over his shoulders, kneading at his upper arms with her paws as she brought her legs up further, her feet now resting against his lower back. Still rocking together, her moans began to increase in volume as her body began to tighten, signaling the beginnings of her orgasm. Without breaking from her master, she pushed at his upper body, forcing him to rise up even higher to the point where he was back to kneeling between her legs. Now that she had the room to move, she slid her legs from around his hips, lifting them and hooking her knees over his shoulders before pulling him back down over top of her.
Her paws moved back to his neck, caressing his upper back as his rhythm increased, his thrusts coming faster as her moans became louder still, her tail curling around his waist gently. This only spurred her master on, his attitude shifting from gentle to something a bit more primal and rough. Harder and faster, his body now also showing he was nearing his own release through his breathing coming in increasingly ragged gasps. Finally, her body went rigid, her ears flattening against her head as her cries echoed through the room, her master pumping his hips against her, following her orgasm with his own a bare moment later. A warm smile curved his lips before he leaned close to kiss her again gently, then pulled away, falling against the mattress beside her as her now shaking legs dropped down. Returning his smile, she turned to face him, wriggling close and curling up against his chest as his arm came up around her back, his hand resting on her shoulder, pulling her closer still to plant a chaste kiss against her forehead.
They lay together like this for a short time, cuddling quietly in the afterglow of their first time together as lovers. When they finally did move, it was only so that they might clean up and get dressed. They left the room a short while later, going out to enjoy one another's company over dinner, smiling and laughing over the meal and gradually adding a new dimension to the relationship between them. Through it all, the lemurfox continued to ponder the look her master had given her during their time together, finally understanding the look he'd been giving her. He'd been looking at her with a perfect balance of lust and awe, as if she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on, and he'd be damned if he ever wanted anyone else to share his bed. That, she mused, was the most beautiful thing of all, her own eyes shining as she looked at him. When he looked back, his eyes reflected hers.
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So ends our look at our darling's most precious memory. Only time will tell what the future holds in store for her and her master, and we can only hope that, while this was the first, it won't be the last. | FSE |
Title: Frenemies with Benefits Ch. 02
Tags: friends, enemies
*For the prequel to this story, please see Frenemies with Benefits Ch. 1.*
Jennifer:
She sat at her cubicle dejectedly doing her job. It'd been two weeks since their rendezvous at her house, and she'd never felt more conflicted. Things that she'd always thought she'd hated about John were suddenly becoming...cute. Cute. John had never been cute to her. Irritating. Frustrating. Egotistical. A jack-ass. Sexy as hell. But never cute.
So why was she suddenly smiling when she heard his laughter across the office? Or giggling when she saw his eyebrows drawn together in concentration as his eyes bored into his computer onto his latest project? It couldn't be because of the sex. Yes, it'd been the most heart stopping sex she'd ever had in her life, and with someone she'd been so close to since childhood, but she'd never been effected by sex that way. She wasn't a slut by any means, but she'd had a small number of one night stands, and been perfectly fine with never being in contact with a sex partner. As a matter of fact, she didn't even give it a thought. If it wasn't with someone special, then it didn't matter, and there hadn't been a "someone special" in a very long time.
Shane had been her perfect ideal man. Tall, dark, and sexy of course. But he'd also been intelligent, kind, and romantic. Always thinking of her, always planning for them. And yet, with as perfect as he was, she couldn't be with him anymore after two years of companionship. They'd even moved in together, sharing their entire lives together. At some point, it just hit her that she couldn't spend the rest of her life with him. He just...wasn't it...Wasn't Mr. Right. She thought she could live with him being Mr. Right Now, but when she tried that out for a few months after the realization that he wasn't right for her, she couldn't bear to lead him on that way. She'd been so caught up with having the ideal life and man that it took long enough to realize he wasn't what she needed. She couldn't bear to lead him on that goose chase any longer.
Shane had been so hurt after the break up, it hurt Jennifer to still think about it. And it hurt to be alone. After two years of never sleeping alone, going back to an empty home had been hard for her. Just as hard as an empty sex life...
Her thoughts bounced back to the present. There was no reason for her to be so crazy acting after one episode with John. And yet...she looked at him through his office window...something had changed. No matter how much she hated him, something had changed.
She glanced up as a shapely red head walked through the door, and toward John's office. Shit. John's girlfriend. How could she have forgotten...what's her name....Vanessa something.
The door closed, the blinds dropped, and Jennifer felt heat come to her face. How could she possibly be so stupid? Of course there was nothing between them. Other than Vanessa.
Embarrassed and feeling even more dejected, she tried her best to quiet her thoughts and focus on her work...to not much avail.
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John:
Vanessa stood before him as she usually did, beautiful and seductive, luring his eyes to various parts of her body. She was his girlfriend of six months, and came to "visit" him at the office frequently. He guessed it was more to remind the other women of the office that he was attached than it was to see him. She was that kind of woman.
He knew his relationship with her was nothing serious, despite what she might think, but he did enjoy reaping the benefits.
She glanced up at him with clear blue eyes and spoke to him with that delicious undertone of sensuality, "How's your day been honey?"
He took her into his arms and kissed her lightly, testing the waters, "I've definitely had better days," He muttered into her hair.
She leaned back to look up at him, a naughty gleam in her eye, "Well I'd looove to make it better for you..."
She ran her hands down his chest to caress him through his slacks where he hardened quickly under her touch. She tip toed to kiss him, moving her tongue forcefully into his mouth trying to find his response.
He wanted her. God he wanted her. But, somehow, he kept flashing back seeing Jennifer's wet naked body, then feeling incredibly guilty. He didn't feel bad for cheating on Vanessa. He knew of many occasions where she'd slept around, and it didn't really bother him. He felt bad for being with her when Jennifer was in the next room.... or being with Vanessa when Jennifer existed. With what he'd felt with Jennifer...in Jennifer.. he couldn't even think of Vanessa. All he really wanted was Jennifer, hot and ready for him, squirming under him, moaning for him... again.
He pushed Vanessa away gently and smiled at her pouting face, "Sweetheart, you know I'd love to, but I have a lot of work to do today. I really need to not be distracted.."
Her face contorted, "Baby...this is the third time this week you've rejected me..do you not want me?"
"No baby of course I want you! I've just been really stressed, and I have a lot to get done. Tonight hon I promise I'll make up for it."
Her pout slowly turned into a grin, and she kissed him again before turning on her heel, "Ok baby. Don't be late tonight. I'll be waiting with something special on for you." She walked out of his office, and he saw every man watching her retreating curves. She was a great temporary girlfriend, but for some reason he just wasn't into it lately. He couldn't touch her without wishing it was someone else... He glanced at Jennifer, brows furrowed in concentration over her work, and smiled.
He then flashed back to being with her in her shower, feeling her underneath his searching hands, and was suddenly sporting an outrageous hard-on that was very visible through his slacks. He quickly sat at his desk hiding himself from his co-workers and tried to focus on something other than Jennifer Brandon.
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Jennifer:
The day was finally beginning to come to a close, the minute hand inching toward the 12, and the hour hand nearly at the 5. Well shit. There was a flaw in a design John had sent out to the office, and it needed direct, quick attention. No one else was going to catch it except for her. She sighed, and stretched to get up and go to John's office. He was already grabbing his jacket, and clocking out, mumbling to himself.
"John..." she peered into the office as he turned to look at her, "I have a question about the email you sent out..."
He smiled tiredly, and motioned for her to come to his desk as he sat back down, "What's up Jenny?"
"Jennifer..." she muttered, "John... Mr. Tate... I hate to point this out right at 5 o' clock but it's pretty important..." She leaned over him showing him his flaws, watching his face go grim as she continued to correct him.
He sighed and shook his head, "Thanks Jennifer. I really owe you...if I had sent that to corporate... Well thanks." He muttered.
She looked at him for a while, then hesitantly touched his arm, "John...you really are doing a good job... Granted I'd do it better... Much better... But you're doing it well enough." She smiled as he jabbed her in the arm and added, "Had I not applied here as well, you might actually deserve this job."
That brought a laugh out of him, and realizing that she was still leaned over him so tantalizingly close, she began to straighten when he caught her arm. They looked at each other for what seemed like ages, and she murmured, "John..."
He stroked up her arm, cutting her off, and whispered, "I haven't... I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
She bit her lip, conflicted, and huffed in frustration before bringing her lips down to his. There was no hesitation as he slipped his tongue against hers, moving his hand to her face to draw her closer. She groaned into his mouth, her need suddenly matching his.
Her position, still leaning over his side of the desk and turned toward him, was rather awkward. John soon realized, and stood to meet her, pushing her up against the desk. She sat on it, and he began working on their clothing, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping here and there.
She began patting his hands away and groaned into his mouth, "Vanessa..."
He shook his head and muttered, "I don't care."
She broke the kiss, looking at him, unsure of how to take his statement, but he was soon kissing her again, more rough in his movements, bruising her lips a little. He began trying to work their clothes again, but she again patted away his hands.
He pulled away huffing in irritation, and she grinned, "Sometimes it's just as fun to fuck with clothes on..."
He looked at her long, watching her lusty glow as her shirt was half unbuttoned, breasts halfway exposed in a black lacy bra, her skirt hiked up to her waist showing the end of her thigh high lacy panty hose, and her dainty feet in four inch heels. Grinning he simply nodded and resumed kissing her, his hands roaming all over her body, and hers doing likewise.
She reached the bulge in his pants and caressed it, feeling him lurch and groan in response. She moved her hands into his unzipped fly, and drew him out, his cock hot and hard in her hand.
He moved her lacy panties to the side, and she helped him position himself at her hot, wet entrance. He moved into her slowly, pumping inch by inch as her tight cunt accepted him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the new angle making her tighten around his thick shaft. He groaned and moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and biting along her neck and shoulder.
She sighed in pleasure as he found a rhythm, and moved her hips in time with his. His mouth clamped onto her shoulder once again at the same time that one of his thrusts hit her clit, and she cried out, "Fuck! Oh..John...Yes... Faster..."
But he continued with his slow rhythm, rocking her slowly on the desk, her legs quivering around him, her moans becoming desperate.
"John...I need it... more... please..."
But he still made her wait, pumping her full of him, then moving out, moaning her name now and again at a maddeningly slow pace.
"Tate! Now! I need... Fuck me now Tate!"
Steadily, due to his passion along with her desperate cries, he began moving harder into her, his pace quickening bit by bit. Soon he was ramming her, her legs and hands clutching him as she clawed his arms and bit his chest, grunting and screaming in the rhythm of his thrusts.
Soon, he felt her tightening around him, and she let out a string of curse words along with his name in ecstasy, writhing and bucking against him in passion. He let go with her, shuddering as he spurt into her, his face contorting as he moaned, "Oh...God Jen..."
They relaxed against each other, and she rested her head on his chest, shuddering as he pulled out of her. Suddenly shy, she moved quickly to go clean up in the bathroom. When she came back, he was working on the design again, breathing heavy, but seeming very concentrated.
"Do... Will you need my help with any of that...?" She looked at him questioningly.
He looked up and raised an eyebrow, "I'm perfectly capable of handling this on my own Jenny. Remember, I am the boss. You're free to leave."
Her breath caught at his tone and her face hardened, " Fuck. You. Tate."
He sighed and looked at her flatly, "Please. Do. Jenny."
She spun on her heel and left in a hurry, and for once, she wasn't just pissed at John Tate. She was genuinely hurt. And she had yet to figure out why.
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John:
He sighed as the door slammed behind her. He wasn't trying to make her mad. And he knew she was better at this job than he was. He needed to prove to her that he could do this.
He frowned at his own thoughts. He'd never felt the need to prove anything to her. She was just his friends annoying little sister. A menace. A bitch. He didn't have anything to prove.
But as he glanced at the very spot they'd...fucked at not thirty minutes earlier, he knew he was kidding himself. He couldn't get her out of his mind, and he had his suspicions that she couldn't get him out of her mind either. He'd never felt so conflicted. Just having her scent in the room with him still was maddening.
He sighed and hurried to finish his work. He still ended up being two hours late in getting home, completely forgetting about his promise to Vanessa. He walked in to see a very, veeery angry girlfriend. At this point, however, he was in no mood for games.
"Jonathan Alexander Tate. Where the hell have you been??? I called your cell phone twice and you didn't answer, your office phone went straight to voicemail...Where were you???!!!"
He sighed and went to the fridge for a drink, and grumbled, "I had to work late. It was something that came up at the last second."
"Well good thing you let me know! God I was worried sick! You could have been cheating on me or God only KNOWS what else, and I..."
"What the hell is wrong with you Vanessa?"
She gasped in mid sentence at his question, "I... I don't know what you mean..."
"I was two hours late. I didn't answer my phones. I could have been laying on the side of the road dead, and you're worried about me cheating on you?"
She looked down, and mumbled, "I'm sorry baby...I didn't think..."
"No, I guess you didn't." He said quietly, removing his shirt.
He turned as he heard a gasp, then a string of curses, "What the fuck John?!" Vanessa shouted as she traced the claw marks on his back and arms, and the bites on his chest with her fingers, "Oh my God. You were cheating on me! These are fresh John! What the hell?! You're gonna make me feel bad like I'm a bad girlfriend, then I see that you were just having a fuck fest? What is your problem?!"
He sighed, looking unimpressed with her outburst, and said flatly, "Maybe you should go home Vanessa."
She gasped and her eyes narrowed as she hissed, "You bastard."
She grabbed her purse and keys and stormed out the door as he yelled behind her, "You can pick up the rest of your things tomorrow. I'll leave them on the porch."
He shut the door and climbed into bed, weary and confused. His thoughts kept returning to Jennifer, and he hated it. Nothing about her had changed. She was still mean. She was still a bitch. She was still that same girl he'd grown to hate through the years. So why couldn't he stop thinking of her? Why couldn't he stop dreaming of her?
He shut his eyes, and tried to block her out of his mind as he drifted into a fitful sleep.
At the same moment, Jennifer was looking out her window, imagining what John might be doing, and wondering why she cared.
"This has to stop," she said aloud to herself. "I have to stop."
She sighed and drifted off, trying to keep from dreaming of the one man in the world she hated most.
*To be continued.
Please comment and let me know what you think.* | literotica |
Title: Until Death Brings Us Together by Lilith Fray
Tags: Female, Gun, Highschool, Human, Love, Male, Teen, Violence
Here I am lying on a stretcher being rushed to the hospital in an ambulance with the sirens blaring. A woman bends over me saying "you're going to be ok. Just hang in there" but I can't even hear her. I can't hear anything. I can't even feel the excruciating pain I was in. What I do feel is that I'm distant from life but not even close to death. Time seems to slow down to almost a complete stop for the second time today as I begin to look back on the events that brought me to this moment. The events, which have brought between the world of life and the realm of death.
Until Death Brings Us Together
"Kira!" Hannah screamed as she ran to hug me in the hall way. "Guess what?" Hannah is my best friend that I met in grade 9. She was new to the school and I helped her out with some work and helped her find her way around the school. She quickly became popular but never forgot about me as so many people leave their old friends when they become popular. Tons of boys ask her out. And who's to blame them. She's 5'6", has an hourglass figure, long black silky hair, and beautiful grey eyes that show both innocence and intelligence. It is easy to get lost in those beautiful eyes of hers. My name is Kira. Im the small nerdy emo kid in grade eleven you would never expect something like this to happen to. I have dark brown hair with natural blonde highlights but right now its dyed black. I'm 5'6" and a half and pretty skiny. I'm not realy strong but that's ok to me. I never had a girlfriend before... or a boyfriend. Im bisexual and often made fun of because of that. I tried asking a girl out once but I have confidence issues so it didn't realy come out when I tried to ask. I do love one person though. But she is my best friend. I plan to tell her today. She is coming to my house to watch some movies tonight and im planning on telling her my feelings for her. "You're pregnant!" I said jokingly. "No! But I heard you are" she replied with a mischievous smile and a wink. I giggled warmly "What did you wanted to tell me?" "Blake asked me out!" I remember thinking shit there goes my chance of asking her! "What did you tell him?" "I said yes of course! Were going on a date tonight!" Blake is our schools resident jock. He is the quarterback for my school's football team. He is about 6'1", big muscles, and stupid. You almost never see him single. God I hate him. I grabbed my stuff from my locker and closed it ready to leave for home. "Kira is something wrong?" she asked. "Nothing is wrong. Have fun on your date tonight Hannah." She looked puzzled for a moment wondering why I added the emphasis to tonight then quickly she said "Shit I'm sorry Kira. I completely forgot we were going to watch movies tonight at your house when he asked me. I'm so sorry." "It's ok Hannah. Have fun. We can watch movies tomorrow." She hugged me and ran off happily most likely think of her date tonight with Blake. "Bye" I said to her running off to which she never replied. I sighed as I began walking home alone.
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The next day at school I was waiting for Hannah at my locker when I noticed her walking to me. I could tell something was wrong. When she was a few steps away from me her left cheek seemed swollen. "Hi Hannah. How was your night?" She hesitated for a moment and replied "it was good" I raised my hand to feel her left cheek and she flinched when I touched it. I was right it was swollen. Something happened last night. "What did he do to you?" "It's was nothing" she looked down at her feet. "It's my fault." Just then Blake came walking down the hallway to us. "Hey babe, you wanna come over to my house tonight?" Just as he finished asking I punched his nose, shocking every one. As he reached to hold his face I punched with all my strength into his gut driving the wind out of him. "Don't you dare touch her again!" Just then he punched in the gut knocking me down, kicked my right arm, and then spat in my face. "What are you going to do about it faggot" just then the teachers came and separated us. I looked back as I was being led to the principal's office. I saw Hannah crying. I told the principle that I started the fight because I was upset. I was suspended for a week.
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My parents grounded me not allowing me to leave the house. Hannah never came over to see if I was ok or how I was. She never responded to my texts. Accept four days after I was suspended Kira: hey Hannah. Are you mad at me? Kira: Hannah im sorry... Kira: Hannah please dont ignore me Kira: Hannah do you not like me anymore? Hannah: just please stop texting me kira. Kira: ok...
When I returned to school no one talked to me. They all stayed away from me afraid I was going to do something to them. Apparently rumors spread as to why I punched Blake. None of them were that I was defending her. When I tried to talk to people they made up some kind of excuse as to why they can't talk at the moment. Everyone started whispering as I passed by. Thinking I can't see them watching me from the corners of their eyes. They watched to see if I would try to attack someone again, and watched to make sure it wasn't them.
This continued for two months until today. I felt so alone. I noticed small bruises on Hannah every now and then. Every time I tried to talk to her she ignored me. Well ignored me until today. An hour after school I heard a knock at my door. My parents were out of town for a few days so I had the house to myself. I figured it couldn't be any one for me considering the last few months but the knocking continued for a few minutes. I opened the door to find Hannah in tears. She rushed forward and hugged me. I allowed her to hold me for a few moments then I closed the door. We sat down on the couch as she confessed how he treated her. Confessed that she missed me and confessed that she didn't talk to me to protect me from Blake. As she finished there was a loud bang as the front door was smashed opened and Blake walked through. "I'm going to fucking kill you" he yelled as he glared at me. He ran and picked me up then threw me at the wall. "Hannah call the pol-" I was cut off by Blake kicking me in the gut but Hannah understood and ran to the kitchen where the phone is. I got up on my feet and swung my fist at him but he avoided it and punched me in the gut driving the wind out of me then pushed me towards the couch. I tried to keep my balance as I was shoved but I fell down in front of it. He walked over and smiled as he kicked me in the ribs causing me to roll onto my stomach. Blake was laughing he knew I was beat. He was taking his time. He picked me up by the belt and tossed me as hard as he could at the wall. I went through the wall into my parent's bedroom creating a huge gap in the wall. He took his time walking to me. Savoring the beating he was giving me. I tried to crawl away. I saw my dad's pistol taped to the bottom of his night stand. I could hear sirens in the distance. I reached for the gun and pulled it off. Time seemed to slow down as I turned and pointed it at Blake. Time was slowing down more and more the closer it got to its target. Time seemed to pause as I was pointing it at Blakes heart. I looked him in the eyes showing nothing but the intent to kill. BANG! BANG! BANG! I shot him three times in the chest before collapsing to the ground. What was only a few seconds seemed like hours as time caught up with me and I collapsed to the ground in excruciating pain. The next thing I remember was Hannah came running to me. She started holding my head to her chest and was crying. She begged me not to die and hold on. A minute later the police came running in than the paramedics. They put me on a stretcher and took me to the ambulance Hannah cam running to see me before I was taken away by the ambulance I looked at her as a tear ran down my cheek. The last thing she said to me was "I'm sorry". I nodded to her so she knew I heard her then the paramedics lifted me onto the ambulance.
Time catches back up with me as I remembered the conclusion of the events that brought me to this point. I feel the realm of death closer to me. I couldn't help but smile at the irony of my name. Kira. The Japanese word for killer. I close my eyes for what I believe to be the last time. Never to awake again. I embrace what I believe to be my end as I tell the paramedic who is trying to tell me I'm going to be all right.
"I have lived my life and I will embrace my death"
With that I closed my eyes.
I wake up and look around and see that I'm in the hospital. Hannah is sitting in a chair next to me "Hannah?" "Kira! You're awake! Thank god! The doctors told me you were in a coma and with what happened to you that you probly wouldn't wake up. I was so worried." She started crying. It pained me so much to see her cry. "Hannah come here" she walked over. When she did I used all my strength to prop myself up and kiss her. She tensed up a bit for a few seconds but then wrapped her arms around me and kissed back. We kissed for about a minute when I broke the contact of our lips and looked her in the eyes as I said.
"I love you Hannah" "I love you to Kira"
The End | FSE |
Title: He Was My Friend by Shamsi
Tags: Armadillo, Bondage, Bunny, Deep Penetration, M/F, Mild Violence, Rape
The weekend had come at last, and with its arrival the foreboding clouds that had cluttered the sky since Tuesday were finally cleared, a calm but persistent wind having chased them away. The air coolly embraced the gentle white light of the afternoon sun; classes were ended for the day and Laila was glad to enjoy its embrace also, coursing through her short gray fur and humming in her long, sensitive ears. She waited alone behind her school, sitting in the deserted tennis courts--her favourite spot at which to await her ride. Cars full of students streamed by almost endlessly, the occasional hormonal high school boy cat-calling at her lewdly from a rolled-down car window, but such was her mood that she paid them no mind. She glanced back to the parking lot behind the fence she leaned on; was he here yet? As if on command, the maroon Fiero disconnected itself from the line of crawling traffic and pulled into the parking lot.
Argent's heart was beating faster than usual, such was his excitement; the moment he spied the gray bunny, the creature he had been desiring to possess for two painful years, his head felt light and giddy and a slight stirring tickled his loins. As he pulled up the details of her form became clearer to him, God, how she was gorgeous... though she was dressed in worn blue jeans, a black Evanescence tee, and an old but true pair of black flip-flops, her natural curves and slim figure were stunningly apparent. She approached the car with a smile, as always she greeted him; how he wished she did not belong to another! But that would not matter, after today. He had decided that, regardless of the consequence, she would be his today. Regardless of the consequence...
Laila was glad to see her friend, as always, but especially today--it was a Friday! Today she would be free to go to Argent's house and play video games, and, if she was lucky, to sneak a visit to see Sayeh. Her mother did not trust she and her boyfriend alone, for some old-fashioned fear for Laila's virginity (which had already been given to Sayeh, a mother can't control everything), but she trusted soft-spoken, well-mannered Argent. He was a good friend to her; she plopped down in the passenger seat, greeted by the armadillo's gentle, heavy-lidded eyes and calm smile. She grinned at him as she clicked her seatbelt on, greeting him and narrating the events of the day, being a creature who tended to babble when excited. Argent simply nodded as he drove; she absently admired his handsome profile and the slenderness of his body which, though not muscular, was accentuated by his natural armor. It was, however, only an idle thought.
The neat hedges of Argent's house were in sight, and he pulled up to the curb. He smiled when Laila surged with animation, jumping out of the car and practically skipping up to his door before she paused to wait for him to catch up. How he loved her! He would do it, would do it today. He took a breath and stepped out of the car, locking it before he strolled on after the energetic bunny, who hardly seemed capable of waiting for him. "Let's play Ehrgeiz!" she called. "If I can find it," responded he. The PS2 was in his room, where everything for today was already set up. She didn't seem to suspect anything. He was excited but also nervous about how well his plan was working; he was really going to do it! He tried to keep calm, though his palms were sweating, and allowed her to lead him up the stairs to his room. It was good that she was in front of him... that way, when she saw, he would be able to block her path if she decided to run.
Oh, I always loved the smell of his room, thought Laila as she opened the door at the end of the dim hallway, which belonged to Argent. Her senses were flooded with the light from his window and the sweet, familiar scent of his room, a smile spreading on her face, a smile that was swiftly killed when she saw the centerpiece of Argent's room, his bed, equipped with chains secured to each of the four posts. A wave of confusion washed over her and she took a very hesitant step forward--were those really chains? She turned to face Argent, a question in her eyes and on her lips, but as soon as she turned he shoved her roughly onto the bed and followed quickly after, pinning her smaller body to his bed with sheer weight as she struggled in shock. Her voice rose, high, terrified, "What are you-"
Argent silenced her with a hand to her throat, casting her a cruel, cold look which seemed to silence her as well as his strangle-hold could. They were long-time friends, and he knew very well that she feared strangulation... that as well as what he was about to do to her... but it didn't matter anymore, nothing would matter, he had been trying to fight his overwhelming love and lust for her for so long that he could die once he had gotten what he wanted and be fulfilled. He kept Laila pinned with his weight and tamed with his hand at her throat as he fumbled with the chains that would bind her paws. "Don't scream," he directed her, his lust rendering his warning into a growl. But even as he bound her wrists, he could not help but admire her wide mahogany eyes, though they were full of fear, the wavy cascade of her honey-and-brown hair, and the way she was beautiful without the use of makeup... Sayeh didn't deserve her! He would have her!
Confusion was all that Laila knew, and fear and confusion when she felt the cold of the steel sift through her fur and bite cruelly against her skin. Her head was growing faint, and she could not breathe through Argent's grip on her throat, which caused a shrill terror to seize her heart. Was she going to die? What was going on? This couldn't be Argent! What was wrong with him? Was he really going to-
"Damn it!" he exclaimed, "I forgot to take your shirt off! Oh, it doesn't matter." He turned his eyes to hers, unmerciful. "Now, I'm going to let go of your neck, but if you scream I'm going to choke you, and I'm NOT going to let go. Do you understand?" She nodded weakly against his hand, eyes gleaming with fear and perhaps the very beginnings of tears. He released her and she took in a sharp, urgent gasp of air, which caused her to cough afterwards. "Why are you doing this? What are you doing to me? Why are you trying to hurt me?" Her words were small, tremulous, but pleading, pleading as the fear that shone in her eyes and the slight sob that hid in her voice, but he ignored her as he slid down her legs to remove her jeans.
What was going on? Laila could hardly piece together a coherent thought; all she wanted was to escape, to run away, to race to the nearest bus stop and leave, never to look back. How could this be happening? She wanted to scream, but was too afraid... this new, strange Argent seemed capable of anything! Laila was able to breathe now, but was hardly comforted... she could feel the stiffness of Argent's member pressing against her through his pants as he slid down her legs, his eyes trained on her own pants. No, was he really going to-
"Before I chain your ankles..." growled Argent. As he laid his hand on her zipper, she put up quite a fuss, kicking at him and rolling from side to side, protesting-"No! don't do this!" But Argent was beyond reason now, he had resolved to do this, and how dare she fight him! He was at her throat in a moment, both hands crushing the already-disheveled fur of her neck. "Don't struggle." He said it very quietly, but very seriously, and held her throat for a long moment. Her eyes bulged slightly with the pressure, and she nodded as well as she could, mouth attempting to respond but having no air with which to do so. He released her and was down at her waist again, forcefully undoing the button and the zipper and tugging the worn blue jeans down past her hips. The anticipation urged him on.
What would she do? She didn't want him to take her! She was Sayeh's! What if he made her pregnant? What if he killed her? Her life played through her mind, quickly, and the many ways in which Argent could destroy it if he so wished. She felt the chill rush of air as he pulled her jeans past her hips, then past her ankles, and threw them against a wall; her white panties had been pulled down, also, leaving her mostly bared to him, leaving bare her mound, which was devoid of coarse human pubic hair but covered in a downy layer of rabbit fur. She was almost completely exposed to him, and her nakedness shamed her; she looked away, unable to watch what he was doing.
He could smell the scent of the shampoo she had used that morning, and he felt a certain giddy pleasure and further arousal as he saw her exposure, though it was partial... as it would not long be. He took hold of the panties, which were simple, soft, cottony white--but thin--and tugged them down, ripping them in his rush to get them off of her, hardly noticing her unhappy gasp. I've never done this before, he thought, grabbing her legs and spreading them open before him in his curiosity. Her sex was a pale brown-gold on the exterior but the flesh within her lips, as he saw when he opened them with probing fingers, was the same clean white-pink that could be found in the depths of conch shells. Her legs shivered and she tried to close them, a long, low whine voicing her shame, but one angry glance stilled her. He was quick about chaining both of her ankles.
Cold steel again met her skin, grinding against her ankles painfully. All of Laila's pride melted away against her fear and humiliation, and a low, fearful whimper again escaped her throat; perhaps he would release her now that his curiosity had been sated, perhaps if she begged and pleaded she would be able to awaken the long-time friend and gentleman she knew was in there, somewhere, perhaps- the pleads poured from her mouth, the possible compromises they could reach, and all the questions...
The anticipation was almost too much for Argent now, but the incessant babble his victim was creating was beginning to irk him. An idea struck him. "I told you to be quiet!" he hissed, "But now I'll make SURE you shut up." At that he undid his belt, then his pants, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees, adjusting to remove them the rest of the way; at last his member was freed, and though he'd hardly noticed it through his concentration on his victim, he was completely aroused. He turned cruel eyes on the bunny, whose eyes and expression shone fear and shock as she looked from his member to his face in what might have been disbelief. Argent smiled. "Yep." He straddled her and moved up her body, closer to her face.
She could not believe this. Not only was he really going to do what she had so feared but, even more terrifying, he had the hugest erection she had ever seen...he must have been ten inches in length, at least, but was probably more... and along his huge shaft were nine prominent, rigid rings. She had never seen anything like it... and, what was worse, it seemed that Argent was set on pushing it into her mouth. "No-!" she cried, but opening her mouth at all was, in fact, a bad move on her part. She felt the tip against her lips in a moment, then suddenly felt the thing being pressed forcefully into her mouth and struggling into her throat. She gagged and resisted, but it was no use. The thing had an awful taste and the ridges and mass of the member were terribly painful against her throat.
The sensation as his member was engulfed by her throat was like nothing he had never felt before; the warmth, the wetness, the pressure as her throat massaged his shaft while she gagged... he grunted and began to thrust very slightly, the pleasure urging him on. "Suck on it," he ordered, eyes focused intently on her. Her eyes rolled up from wherever they had been focused to look at him; tears were streaming down her face, but he didn't know whether they were resultant of pain or sadness. She didn't react any further. "Suck it!" he commanded, angered that she hadn't. The pleasure was driving him mad; he rammed unkindly as deeply into her throat as he could, throwing Laila's head against the headboard and feeling close already but not caring. Laila must have thought that his harsh thrust was a punishment for ignoring the command, and she began to suck weakly on him as he thrust, perhaps a bit more gently now that she had heightened his pleasure. An exultant grin spread across his face. "That's right," he practically hissed, laying his fingers gently beneath her jaw.
Laila was quite surprised that she had not vomited or suffocated by this point. Her throat was in great pain and she felt terribly sick and in urgent need of more air; even her delicate ears hurt from when Argent's forceful thrust had crushed them against the headboard. She felt Argent's pace quicken and hoped that he would soon be done with her taking a greedy gulp of air whenever he let her, watching as his face began to contort and sure that he had finally reached orgasm, but instead he pulled his member out of her throat and crouched over her, panting, but still very, very much aroused. "Not yet," he rumbled. Laila turned her head to the side and made a sound that seemed between a hoarse sob and a wail of despair. Her throat was in pain and she still felt quite sick; her world was a blur and she knew very well what was now in store for her. "Not yet," he repeated.
He had been so close, he had felt it, and he had so wanted to let it come-it felt glorious! But as long as he had her here, and as long as this was likely his last chance, he would not let her go until he had experienced her more fully. He panted as he crouched there, allowing his senses to calm although there seemed to be no discouraging his member, which was still fully hard. He felt the fabric of Laila's shirt tickle his groin. "Ah," he noted, "I'd forgotten about that." Slipping over Laila to the side of the bed he shot her a quick grin before rummaging in his desk; where were they? Ah. He turned back to the bed, a pair of scissors in hand, and watched Laila's face as she put two and two together, smiling at the frightened but weary expression when she did. He straddled her thighs and proceeded to snip a jagged slit in her shirt from one sleeve to the other, laying a thin line of cleavage revealed. He then cut a notch in the bottom of her shirt, let the scissors clatter onto the floor beside the bed, and tore her shirt all of the way open, up to the cut he'd made earlier. He took a special pleasure in it, smiling... that shirt had been a gift to her from Sayeh. "Where's Sayeh, Laila? Shouldn't he be coming to save you about now?" Laila sobbed openly.
She shivered as Argent pulled her entire shirt away, watching it as it arced through the air and hit the wall, falling limply to the floor. She saw her pants there and sobbed again, a wave of despair overtaking even her fear. She was helpless. There was nothing she could do. She wasn't even certain she was physically able to scream at this point; she noticed the bitter, metallic taste of blood on her tongue. She hadn't heard anyone come home, either. And if she did scream she was sure that he would kill her. She merely shivered when she felt Argent's finger trace her slit, laying it open, and shut her eyes as he probed her again, wishing only for him to be done with her, now certain that that would come before she would ever escape. This new Argent was a monster.
Argent again explored Laila, feeling the warm wetness that greeted his finger and wondering whether it was normal or whether it meant she was excited. Regardless, he would take her; he pulled his knees in, now fully between Laila's legs, and crawled up onto his hands, looming over her. His member nudged her opening slightly, and he cupped one of her breasts with a hand, smiling lewdly at her discomfort as he stroked her nipple with his thumb. Then he plunged into her.
Laila had expected it to be painful... and it was. She felt as if she had been torn in half as ten or more inches of an armadillo's shaft were pushed deep inside of her. Unfortunately Laila was ovulating... which caused her to be slick and ready regardless of her own preference. She cursed that she did not even have the ability to balk her attacker that much. The ridges felt strange within her and she bared herself for his withdrawal... only to find that she hadn't needed to. Her eyes went wide as she felt her own pleasure rising at her expense as Argent pulled out of her-the ridges! What, could she not retain so much honor as to resist a pleasure she did not even want? It seemed to be so... her pleasure multiplied with each withdrawal, then with each thrust, until her hips rose with his motions against her own will and a long indulgent moan escaped her lips.
Strangely, though Argent had sneered spitefully when Laila had begun to grow wet and urgent in her arousal, his own pleasure rose at the sound of her first moan. He sped his thrusting, waves of pleasure rushing over him, panting and loosing the occasional moan in his abandon, pleased to hear his victim moaning also, moans that grew louder and more urgent the harder and faster he took her. His pleasure rose to where it had been earlier, and he knew he was close, but if possible this felt even better than it had before; he closed his eyes and could see only shades of red, feeling the inevitable inch even closer, when Laila suddenly clenched down in fierce spasms around him. It was as if she had pushed a button as he was immediately pushed over the edge, withdrawing from her almost in shock as a long spurt of milky white seed shot from his slick member and onto Laila's downy stomach, followed by a few smaller spurts until he could come no more. The pleasure ebbed only slowly and he stared at Laila with wide eyes, sitting back on his calves as he panted, only just noticing the sweat that beaded on his forehead, crawled down his neck, and gleamed on his chest. Laila was panting also, her head on its side and her eyes closed. Her opening was a mess and the sticky, wild trails of cum clung to her fur, glistening. Was she unconscious? No, knowing Laila it was likely that she was too ashamed to open her eyes. Argent's erection calmed and he leaned back against the wall, his lungs feeling full and cool with his exertion. He had had her at last, but his plan did not extend past the act. Did her pleasure mean that she had enjoyed the act, and did her enjoyment mean that she forgave him for it--or did her shame and violation outweigh all of that? He tilted his head back into the wall, shutting his eyes. Had he just created a beginning... or an end? | FSE |
Title: Meant to Be Ch. 03
Tags: romance novella, drama, falling in love, love story
Victoria Scottsdale could not make sense of what was happening to her. Since her husband, Robin, was lost in the skies over France over three years ago, she hadn't allowed herself to take an interest in anything. She worked at the flower shop but really didn't care about it. She lived with her mother and was involved in many of the activities in Duckworth but overall it was a dull and boring life. She accepted that and was resigned to spend the rest of her life that way.
In many ways she was like the young girls in the village; trapped in Duckworth, with very little chance of ever getting out. Vicki thought of Bridget Monahan, the town's teacher. Bridget was a bright, cheerful young lady who always had a smile and kind word when they met. Bridget wasn't the type to give up hope. She was going to find a bright young man and go places, away from here.
Vicki sighed, just like myself 6 or 7 years ago. She remembered meeting Robin, the whirlwind romance and the exciting life they had together. She was in love with the idea of being in love. It was like a dream that should have never ended. But it did and she hid away the pain now by saying she didn't care about anything.
Then Aaron Williams walked, rather crashed into her life and all that seemed to end. There was something about him that intrigued her, excited her. It was foolish as she knew next to nothing about him. Yet she found herself thinking about him, from time to time. She wanted to know more about him but she tried to convince herself that it was unimportant. He said the next time he could be free, he would stop and see her. She found herself looking forward to that time.
"Hello, Mrs. Scottsdale," Bridget said as she entered the shop. "I need some flowers to brighten up my classroom. You know what I mean."
"Yes, I do," Vicki replied. "I have just the ones."
Vicki led Bridget over some fresh cut flowers. "I think these will do."
As the two stood at the counter, Vicki looked over Bridget. The young girl was dressed in a light blue dress that accented her figure. Bridget was a little heavier than her but in all the right places. She could see why men might be attracted to her. Also Bridget was bright, not like some of town's young girls. Vicki could sense that Aaron might like that. She didn't know why she was doing it but she felt the need to size up the girl. Plus she might learn something about Aaron.
"Didn't I see you walking with a young man about 2 weeks ago? Someone special?" Vicki handed her the flowers.
"I hope so, Mrs. Scottsdale," Bridget answered. Her voice gave away how she really felt. "He's a pilot at the air base. An American."
"Really," Vicki said. "Do you know anything else about him? I mean, you wouldn't want to rush things, would you?"
"No, no, it's not like that. He went to Princeton University and he knows a lot about English literature. His favorite author is Sir Walter Scott. Mine's Jane Austin. He is the first man who seems to care about what I like. He treats me nice."
"That's important, Bridget. You deserve that. Men like that are hard to find."
Bridget leaned over the counter and said softly. "You know a lot more about these things than I do, you know, being married. Can I ask you a personal question?"
Vicki became flustered and she blushed. Was she going to ask about sex? O Lord, how could she answer the girl about that? Robin was the only man she ever made love to. It was nice but she really didn't know better. Robin seemed satisfied but in the back of her mind she wondered if he wanted more.
Bridget noticed the confused look on Vicki's face. "Oh no, Mrs. Scottsdale, it isn't about that!" Now it was Bridget's turn to blush.
"That's a relief." Vicki laughed. "I don't know if I'd be much help with that. So what's your question?"
"Last week when Aaron came over we were supposed to go out. I had a nice dress all picked and everything. Instead he wanted to stay in. He didn't care that I wasn't dressed or anything. He told me I looked nice any way. Then he cooked dinner for us. Wouldn't let me doing anything. He waited on me. I never heard of man doing that for a woman. What do you make of that?"
Vicki laughed again. "Bridget, I think you found quite a young man there."
Sixteen missions in the book and their luck still held. No one had been hit yet and "Tantalizing Take-off" was still in one piece. On the last flight, a bombing run over a marshalling yard on the outskirts of Paris, the crew had its first serious problem. After dropping their load, "Tantalizing Take-off" was hit by flak in the outboard starboard engine. A fire broke out and the prop began to run wild. Aaron calmly hit the extinguisher for the engine. Fire quickly went out. The next step was to feather the prop. Again Aaron took all the right steps and it stopped turning.
Good thing it was a short distance to the Channel and there was fighter cover because the loss of power and the drag the prop caused them to fall behind the formation. Then over the coast No. 3 engine began to run rough and the oil pressure fell. It was only 20 minutes to the field but it was the longest 20 minutes Aaron ever had as a pilot. He brought the big bomber in smoothly and as it taxied to a stop he let out a long breath.
"Nice job! Aaron," Archer said patting him on the back. "It looked a little rough there but I knew you pull us through."
Aaron smiled back. He didn't dare tell him that he was scared to death that they might not make it. "Give me a minute. I want to check a few things."
"Sure. See you at the briefing. I knew you do it."
Aaron released his hands slowly from the wheel. They were shaking and he broke into a cold sweat. How many more times could he continue to fool Archer and his crewmates? He knew how lucky they had been. It couldn't last forever.
Vicki opened the door. "Aaron, what are you doing here?"
"You said it was alright for me to see again. So here I am."
"Yes, I know I did but..." her voice trailed off.
"Did I come at a bad time?"
"No, no." She invited him inside. "It's just that tonight is the night I go with my mother to the local hall for the monthly dance."
"Good evening, Lieutenant," Vicki's mother came up next to her daughter.
"Good evening, ma'am."
"Mother, I was just telling him about your dance and he was just leaving."
"Nonsense, dear." Her mother turned to Aaron. "Young man, I would like you to accompany us. Nothing but a bunch of old fuddy-duddies there anywhere. Besides it would good for Vicki to have a man closer to her own age to talk to."
"Mother!" Vicki exclaimed.
"I'd be delighted," Aaron said extending his arm.
It was a short walk to the hall and she was right. The men were all over 50 easily. That is if you didn't count the ones between 13-16. It seems the teenagers like to attend because it gave them an opportunity to dance and have fun. The older folks didn't mind as they were well behaved and added a little life to the place.
The band was the same mix, old and young. They played all types of music, all easy to dance to and all slightly off key.
Vicki headed over to the large table off to one side. Aaron followed behind her. On the table were a large punch bowl, some pastries, some finger sandwiches, and a big urn of hot coffee.
"I thought coffee was hard to get," Aaron whispered to Vicki.
"It is but see that man over there." She pointed to an older man standing across the room. To Aaron he looked a little like Victor McLaglen. "He knows people. So every dance, he says he will provide the coffee and here it is. Nobody asks."
Aaron helped Vicki with refreshments and watched the people dance. Those who spoke to Vicki seemed to address her with upmost politeness.
After about an hour, a young girl, about 16, came up to Vicki. "Mrs. Scottsdale, will be alright if we ask the Lieutenant to dance?"
Vicki looked at Aaron and laughed. "Why don't you ask him?"
Aaron looked at Vicki.
"This young lady would like to dance with you?"
"Well, I don't know."
"Go. What can it hurt?"
The young girl grabbed Aaron's hand and led him out on the dance. One of the youngsters signaled the band and it broke in an enthusiastic version of "In the Mood." The teenagers took over the dance floor, all dancing their steps to the jitterbug. Aaron started to dance with the one girl but it seemed all wanted to dance to him. They cut each other until a circle formed around him and his latest partner. It seemed the music would never end but Aaron danced with them all.
Vicki stood behind the table and watch. She began to laugh at the show; so hard tears rolled down her cheeks.
As the music ended and the people applauded at his antics, Aaron staggered over to Vicki. "What's so funny," he gasped and scooped a cup of punch. "Don't laugh, you're next!"
He reached out and pulled her around the table.
"No, Aaron, no."
"Come on."
The band played a quieter, slower song, one the older folks could dance to. Aaron held Vicki's left hand and reached around, placing his hand on the small of her back. She tensed up.
"Relax," he said quietly, "Just follow me." He pushed gently on back, moving her closer. Their bodies touched.
Vicki hadn't danced with a man in over 4 years. She and Robin had danced plenty of times during their marriage. At first she loved to dance but Robin never liked to. He wasn't very good at it and Vicki believed this was why he didn't like to. He wanted to be the best at everything he did.
Aaron moved effortlessly around the dance. He was easy to follow. More they danced, the more she relaxed. She looked up at him and smiled.
"That's it. You're great," he said.
Just the slightest pressure on her back encouraged her to move closer. She didn't resist. Vicki snuggled in closer. Aaron could feel her warmth through her light cotton dress and smell her perfume. It wasn't the flowers, it was her.
When the music ended, Vicki took a second to break the embrace. As she did, Aaron noticed her face was flush. "Are you all right?"
"Yes but it seems a little warm in here."
The band was rising out of their seats indicating the evening was drawing to a close. People began to exit, saying their good-byes. Two of the teenage girls came over to say good-bye to Aaron and thank him for a great time.
"Looks like you have some admirers," Vicki said.
Aaron shrugged.
They walked back to the house. Standing on the porch together, Aaron made to say his good night.
"Wait," Vicki said. "It's a warm night and the sky is clear. Would you like to sit on our swing in the back? Its early." She almost said please.
They walked around back and sat on the swing. Vicki pulled up her legs and sat Indian style, facing hm. "Tell me about the States. Better yet, tell me about you."
Aaron told her about his family, his father who was a small town doctor, and his mother, a simple housewife. He had two younger sisters; the older of the two a senior in high school now.
As he talked, Vicki could tell by his voice how much he loved his family. And he did, she moved closer, to be nearer.
"Look, a shooting star," he said pointing skyward.
She twisted to see it. "Where?"
"You missed it."
Vicki moved so she leaning against him, her legs stretched on the swing. She rested one hand on his knee and pulled his arm over her shoulder, holding her to him. It felt good. She hadn't felt this way in a very long time, too long. She didn't realize how much she missed the feeling of a man's arms around her. But why Aaron? Why now?
They continued to talk. More stars fell and she didn't miss them. | literotica |
Title: Belinda Ch. 02
Tags: party
A few months had passed.
Belinda and Rachel were still seeing one and other whenever Rachel was in town, which was not as frequent as either would like, but, you make do, right? Belinda even traveled to Rachel's home town for a couple of visits, but they had had a long discussion about their relationship and both agreed, for at least the time being, it shouldn't get serious.
In the meantime, Belinda had become a bit more serious with Carl. They had been seeing each other almost every night, well, except when 'something came up'. Belinda didn't fully explain. Carl seemed to simply accept it. He was a very good natured guy and very easy going. Belinda liked that. He was no pushover nor was he a wimp, but he could accept things like something coming up. It was really one of the things that Belinda was beginning to love about him.
Eddie hadn't become a hopeless alcoholic, but he did drink more. His girlfriend seemed to notice and asked one night. Eddie had simply said, "Family matters that are too way out there for even me to comprehend.....yet. Please, let it go." She did, so far.
Work was still going well for Belinda and she had really become used to/accepting of being a 'housekeeper'. It was hard work, not overly rewarding but it was a steady paycheck with some occasional decent tips and certainly some interesting stories. She had begun to bond with the other girls even more than she had expected. She even began to pick up some Filipino and Spanish. Belinda was feeling quite the woman of the world.
One Saturday, she was making a little overtime and assigned to the 2nd floor. The girl at the other end was a high school kid named Sophia. Sophia seemed like a sweet kid, maybe a bit naïve, but not stupid. Belinda got a laugh when suddenly; out of room 219, Sophia came screaming. Belinda ran and grabbed her asking what was wrong.
"HIS DICK, HE'S SHOWING HIS DICK!" screamed Sophia.
Belinda ran into the room ready to curse out the latest weenie wagger when she was confronted by a Great Dane with a raging hard on. He approached Belinda who let out a yell and ran from the room pulling the door closed behind her. "What the HELL was that all about?" was all she could say.
She comforted Sophia and before either one knew it, they were sitting on the floor of the second floor hallway laughing hysterically. It turned out that the woman using the room had brought the dog to mate with another Great Dane in the area. The dog apparently was over eager, something that was NOT expected. The owner had gone down to the pool for a quick swim before the mating was to take place.
Sophia had asked, "How does he KNOW why he's there? What did that broad coach him? Did she, you know, uh," she made a pumping gesture with her hand and added, "get him 'in the mood'?"
The whole Housekeeping staff laughed at that and everyone had their own opinion, each one more outrageous that the last.
"Well, I talked to the front desk, and her; the woman's name, is Heidi. Maybe she and the dog had a date before hand?" speculated Ruthie.
"That would ruin the chances of a good mating, wouldn't it?" queried Belinda.
"Oh yeah," replied Ruthie.
"Of course that doesn't mean she didn't prime the pump, so to speak." Finished Belinda.
Everyone understood and laughed like hell at that, except Jodie, but she didn't seem to get most of the jokes. Good kid, but a tad slow.
Belinda left work a bit late, about 4:15 and picked up a sub sandwich. When she got home Carl had left a message asking her if she wanted to go out to eat. "Shit," she thought, "I just got this sub and now I'm psyched up for it." She called him back and explained and added, "Why don't I hold off eating, you pick one up too and come over to the house? I can nuke mine for a few seconds and bring it back to life."
When Carl arrived with his tuna sub with LOADS of onions, Belinda nuked away and both sat with their subs and a bottle of Burgundy talking away and laughing, comparing their days. Carl was a good guy and Belinda truly appreciated him. The 'love' thing was still blurry. She had Rachel to think about.
"So, this weekend, anything coming up?" asked Carl.
"No, don't think so. Why? Plans?" was Belinda's reply after washing down a large chunk of sub with some wine.
"I thought we could take a drive up the coast. I know a guy who can loan me a cabin on the shore in Maine if you might be interested," came the reply from Carl.
"That sounds like fun, and ro-MAN-tic. Count me in." said Belinda. She actually liked the idea. So far, they hadn't taken a trip together and she loved Maine. She put it in her phone and thought nothing else of it.
Friday afternoon when Belinda got home from work, she saw that she had a message on the house phone. A bit old fashioned, she still had a land line and refused to give it up. "It's my first line of defense. This way, I don't have to give out the cell number to everyone and his brother!" The message was from Rachel.
It began; "Hey babe, guess who? I have a proposal. Next month I'm going to Chicago for a seminar. I'm not sure you've ever been, but I want to take you. Just think, we could make out in the Sears Tower, or whatever they're calling it now. Let me know if you can make it."
Belinda grinned so wide that her cheeks ached for an hour after. "Deep dish pizza and Rachel. HEAVEN!" she thought to herself. "And it's NEXT month, I can still make Maine."
She called back Rachel a few hours later and confirmed the trip. Then she poured herself a drink and then went to the bed to masturbate thinking of the adventures she'd be having with her two lovers. Though she left her bra and blouse on, she slipped off her slacks and panties. Her fingers wormed their way into and around her wetness as she sat on the edge of the bed and sipped her whiskey. Then, she put her glass down and really began to get into herself.
For several minutes, she fingered herself and finally, after what seemed like a lot of effort, she came. It wasn't the best orgasm she'd ever had, or the worst, good but a bit of a let down. She'd gotten used to the hands of others and, though at times she was a magnificent self lover, things weren't the same flying solo lately. She smiled at the whole situation, sipped her drink and put on the TV.
The next day, Friday, after she got out of work, she went home and showered and was ready at the door when Carl arrived. Ok, he was no Greek God, but he was cute, funny and had some talents, especially in the bedroom. He cared enough to make every effort to see to it that Belinda came, no matter what. On a few rare occasions his enthusiasm could be irritating, but more often than not, it was gratifying. Carl was a keeper.
Belinda sauntered out to the car, threw her pre-packed overnight bag into the back seat of his car and off they went to the wilds of Maine. The three hour ride was lovely. Though there would be occasional pauses in the conversation, the conversation was never forced and simply flowed beautifully. They talked about so many things but of course not everything. Belinda had even said that a good relationship could have some secrets and still be strong. Carl agreed and gave her knee a little squeeze before changing lanes.
The cabin was very quaint and rustic but had a magnificent view of the bay. Just an hour north of Portland, it was amazingly remote and this being fall, it was even more remote than normal and it was just starting to get dark. Belinda looked over the grounds and sighed. It was beautiful and so very peaceful. She looked over at Carl who was getting ready to open the door with the keys his friend had loaned him. "Handsome enough," she thought, "and thoughtful." Was she actually in love? She feared that word and all it stood for, especially since she was feeling the same damn way about Rachel. She vowed to herself that she wouldn't dwell on Rachel this weekend. It would be her and Carl and no one else. They walked in together and inside was as lovely as outside. Belinda had to pee.
That night, after a quick trip to the local market, Carl made dinner. He had taken a culinary arts course at Newbury College and passed with flying colors several years ago. Cooking was his go to for stress relief. Not simply a hobby, but a sort of refuge from the day to day bullshit that everyone faces. He made lamb chops with some brown rice and vegetables. He poured them each a glass of Shiraz and sat at the table. Belinda was always impressed at his talents, even the ones in the kitchen. Dinner was spectacular.
Once finished, they made love. Carl kissed every inch of Belinda, letting his tongue slip over and into various places at random. Belinda shuddered with delight each time his lips moved while on its oral excursion over her body. She could not get over his amazing talents. He was a bit of a nerd for goodness sakes! And yet, he was pleasing her with such skill and deep rooted love, Belinda immediately thought of Rachel. She shook her head, squished her eyes shut, thrust her hips upwards (right into her man's face) and focused on Carl. Ah, remember the famous line from "Revenge of the Nerds"; that all jocks thought about was sports, but all nerds thought about was sex. Well, she hooked up with a hell of a nerd, apparently.
They made love for a good portion of the night though at one point, she needed some water and Carl needed a breather. It was a very long night that didn't seem to last all night, even still, Carl managed to get hard and complete the deal 3 times. Additionally, he got her off orally twice. "An animal," she thought.
The next day they did the tourist thing, visiting antiques shops, the beach, had lunch in a local diner and did a bit of hiking. It was a spectacular day and both were simply spent when it was over. That night, they slept, worn out from a night of passion, a full day of 'stuff' and a lovely dinner in a fancy restaurant overlooking the ocean.
When they got back Sunday evening, Belinda was exhausted. She sent Carl home saying she really needed to get some sleep since it was back to the salt mine in the morning. They kissed deeply and off he went. Belinda then went and checked her messages. Rachel had called.
"Hi babe, guess who," it started, "I was just thinking of you. Landslide has a new CD out and I wanted to let you know. They've kind of become 'our' band." She giggled. "So, anyway, I'm guessing you and the boy toy are off having a grand time for yourselves. I'm dying to meet him. Ok, that's about it. Luv Ya!"
Belinda wasn't taken aback by the 'luv ya' since it was just one of those cute expressions people use. Had she said, LOVE you, it would have been different. It made her wonder if Rachel was having the same inner rumblings that she was having. J. Geils put it so beautifully, "LOVE STINKS"; pure genius. It was well after ten p.m. so Belinda decided to simply call the next day when she got home from work. Belinda went to bed and within minutes, was in a deep sleep.
Monday morning she got all 15 rooms that she would normally cover. Sure, it was better for the hotel to sell out, but for the housekeepers, a slow day was a good day. Five checkouts, the rest were stayovers. Most of the stayovers were businessmen which meant they were often out the door early for meetings. She scanned the hallway and watched for anyone leaving on her end of the hall. Two men, impeccably dressed in what looked like expensive suits and shoes left one room and headed towards her. They looked to be in their early 40s. They stopped at Belinda's cart and the taller of the two asked for extra towels in the room. He had what sounded like a German accent. He wasn't cordial, but he seemed nice enough, just, formal.
"Pardon me. Miss, ve vould like extra towels in our room. De hotel baht towels are simply much too small und meaningless for the act of drying. Coot you accommodate us?"
Belinda said sure, not a problem. She asked if everything else was OK in their room. The shorter one answered, "Ya, ist gut. Gustav, ve must go or ve vill be late. Zay don't like it ven ve are late."
"Ya," agreed Gustav. "Danke Frauline," and off they went.
Belinda headed straight for their room, 502. When she walked in she was struck by how clean and orderly the room was. Neither bed looked as if it had been used and the towels were on the floor, obviously used, and yet, folded. They're belongings were neatly arranged on the sink and the sink didn't look like it had even been used. She double checked with the front desk, they had indeed checked in the night before so they had spent the night, supposedly in the room and yet.... She left the extra towels, not much else to do, and went on to the other rooms. Just one of those things. She did look forward to examining their room the next day so see if those two were just as tight assed two days in a row. "Very stereotypical German," she thought to herself.
That night she raced home and called Rachel. Rachel picked up on the third ring. Caller ID was a wonderful thing. She said, "Rachel here, lover and confessor to the most beautiful women in the world. How may I please you Belinda, my luscious and exquisite muffin?"
"Well, for starters, you can take my car to be detailed. It's a mess."
"Consider it done, next time I'm in town and if you remind me. I'll forget, either accidentally or on purpose. I haven't decided. Enough about me, so, you and Carl have a good weekend? DEE-tails!"
Belinda wasn't surprised by this, Rachel knew full well about Carl, but talking about their weekend with Rachel almost seemed like cheating and bragging about it. She wasn't sure she wanted to tell. The hesitation wasn't lost on Rachel. "Ok, babe? Are you being shy on me?"
Belinda sighed. "No, I just figure what we have is special and it's like, shit. I have no idea. It's weird talking about it with you. I mean, it's YOU."
"I'm me, Carl is Carl and you're YOU. I luv ya lots and will not get any jealousy pumping through my system, you can be assured of that. I'm just a horny lady who loves a good dirty story!" Belinda could sense the huge smile though the phone line. "Come on, did he do ya good?" Then in a rather horrific British accent, "Did he roger you properly and did he get you all crackerbarrel?"
"What? Do the English say that? Sorry darling, but that sounded terrible and I'm guessing that WAS supposed to be an English accent, right? Or Swedish? Mexican? I work with a lot of Spanish speaking women and believe me, that did NOT sound terribly Mexican, just terribly terrible."
The two of them 'tee hee'd' over that one but in the long run, Belinda relented and told Rachel how the weekend went. Rachel was impressed and said she kind of envied her, AND Carl. Which one she envied more was hard to say. When Belinda reminded her that envy and jealousy were similar, Rachel admitted to SOME jealousy, but not THAT kind. More just, they had sex, Rachel had spent the weekend visiting her folks and was even uncomfortable pleasing herself.
They talked for an hour with the last topic being Rachel asking Belinda if she was free the coming weekend. She was going to be in town.
Belinda said, "Well, as it just so happens, it's Eddie's birthday and we're having a party for him. Not a lot of people, about 20, but I would LOVE it if you came along. I would love to see the look on Eddie's face when you come in the room. You can meet Carl."
Rachel hesitated. "You want me to meet Carl?" That hit Belinda. She did, but did she really? She spoke too quickly maybe. The 5 seconds of silence seemed like five minutes. Rachel broke first, "I mean, I'd love to and we certainly don't have to go into details as to our 'friendship', at least not yet.
"Dammit, you're absolutely right. I DO want you to come," Belinda announced. "When are you getting in and of course, you're staying here. Mi Casa, es Su Casa, SI?"
"Of course," replied Rachel. "I've gotten spoiled staying with you and wouldn't have it any other way."
Rachel told her she'd be arriving Friday which was perfect since the party was Saturday evening. They both said goodnight and hung up. Belinda contemplated just how the upcoming weekend would go. She decided not to tell Eddie. The surprise would be too fun to pass up. As for Carl, well, he wouldn't be staying at her place this weekend since she had a 'modest' friend staying over. It would be great fun.
Tuesday was rather dull, especially room 502. It was once again picked up and neat. What was with these two? Ok, so Belinda had no problems with things, it made her job so much easier, but it was perplexing. Sadly, she saw that they were checking out that day and would probably never find out what their story was. Knowing check out time was noon for late check outs, she took her time, lingering in the hall during lunch.
When the Germans arrived, she meandered towards their room and listened to their conversation in the hall. "DAMN!" she thought, "They're speaking German." Then she thought, "What the hell else would they be speaking?"
The door opened and they emerged with their luggage. Belinda mustered up the courage and met them head on. "Hi, gents, I see you're checking out. I hope you enjoyed your stay. Can I ask you one question though?"
"Ya, ONE kvestion; und it is vaht?" said the shorter one, Gustav? No, he....oh who cared.
"You guys were so.....NEAT. I mean, I had almost nothing to do. I'm not complaining, just curious. Did you actually sleep in the room? Please, PLEASE don't think I'm rude, I just........."
The taller one cut her off. He abruptly said, "How is this YOUR business?"
Belinda was floored, embarrassed, angry and more curious than ever. "I...I didn't say it was. I said I was curious. If you don't want to say, DON'T. I've got other things to do. I'm sorry to have troubled you." She started to leave.
The shorter one stopped her, somewhat laughing. "Ok, ve apologize for the curtness auf our responses.
Ve vere raised to clean up afta ourselves. Ve haff nevah gotten out of ze habbit. Today, ze bets are a mess. You may do your job to ze fullest extent, however ve stripped ze bets und neatened ze tub. Ve can only hope you are not offended. In hopes of placating your fragile emotions, ve haff left you a $100 tip."
Belinda nearly fainted but stood her ground. "Ah, sure, that sounds fine. I appreciate it very much. I hope you didn't think I was being too forward....mein Herr."
This caused both of the men to laugh. "Oh, you silly madchen, you are lovely," said the taller one. "Ve are bruders und in ze business of selling S und M toyz. Vood you like to see some?"
Belinda started to laugh but held it in. These guys had just left one hundred bucks. Why do ANYTHING that might piss them off. She swallowed hard and said, "You know, thanks, but I've just received my catalogue and I'm a loyal customer to....my usual supplier. I hate to be a traitor."
Both men began to laugh and the taller one said, "VE GOT YOU! Ve sell pharmaceuticals. Und, ve are Austrian, NOT German. It's amazing zat you Americans cannot tell ze difference. Ve must go now. Please, danke for ze entertainment." With that they both hugged her and left.
Belinda stood in the hall for about five minutes and mumbled, "What the fuck was that?" about twenty times. No mystery to solve, nothing sinister, nothing exciting, just two very anal Austrians who sold drugs. "AH," she thought, "They never said they were LEGAL drugs!" The bottom line, the whole thing was so, so, ANTI-CLIMACTIC!
The rest of the entire week was dull beyond belief. Friday, this was the day Belinda waited for. Rachel would be arriving and the next night was the birthday party.
Rachel pulled up to the house in her rental, a mini-van. Belinda was surprised. Rachel didn't seem like a mini-van person. Rachel got out and Belinda had to ask, "So, why the soccer mom mobile?"
"It was all they had. Hey, what do I care," came Rachel's reply. "It's a vehicle. I needed a vehicle that's a vehicle and frankly, they're practical cars, OK?"
Rachel seemed a bit agitated. Belinda offered a hug and Rachel hugged back. Then she said, "Sorry, sweetness, the flight was horrid, I didn't WANT a mini-van but that was all they had and traffic was...." She hesitated but as her sentence was interrupted, her hugging got tighter. Then she continued, "I could use a glass of wine and a long hot shower. Join me?"
The shower came first. It was one of the least sexual showers they had ever taken. Really just some washing up and a few kisses. The wine was far more romantic and Belinda had picked up some nice little munchies to go with it. Rachel was famished but didn't want a big meal. The little pigs in blankets, mini quiches and scallops in bacon were perfect. She gobbled them up, speaking little between bites and sips of chardonnay. As she satisfied her dietary needs, Belinda satisfied her relaxation need by giving her a foot massage. Rachel felt she had gone done on that plane and was in heaven. The grapes were a nice touch too, but, fruit? Feh.
As Rachel relaxed, Belinda just stared at her face and her body which was wrapped loosely in a terry robe that Belinda had picked up for Rachel's stay overs. Was she falling in love? Was Rachel the person she was meant to be with or was it Carl? Belinda considered just how shitty life could be when you had to make such important decisions, but for tonight, for this weekend, she was Rachel's. Well, and Carl's who would also be at the party. UGH!
"You have a look of perplextion," observed Rachel. Then she added, "Is that a real word?"
"I have no idea," answered Belinda, "probably not, but hey, the English language is bendable. Look how many words have been added that didn't exist before."
"Yeah, but for some reason, scholars still refuse to accept the contraction 'ain't'. What the hell is up with that. It's been used for centuries. Do you have another bottle of this chardonnay?"
"I have several. It's the discount stuff at Trader Joe's," said Belinda as she went over and got a second bottle. "It's really terrific wine and very inexpensive. I stock up."
"Pour away. So, tell me about this party. Does Eddie know I'll be there?" Rachel asked as she handed over her glass. One of the things Rachel loved about Belinda was, none of this pretentious wine glass crap. If you want a drink, drink from a normal glass that will go nicely in a dishwasher. A 16 oz. glass simply saves the effort of pouring so often. Rachel smiled at this. Belinda was simply so very down to earth.
"Well, no. I haven't told Eddie. Why bother? It's more fun to see his expression when you walk in. I mean, he knows about the party, we told him," said Belinda adding, "he HATES surprises. His girlfriend Edwina will be there. It'll be even MORE fun to see his expression if she's standing next to him."
"Oh you have to be kidding. Is that REALLY her name? Edwina?" Rachel was on the verge of a laughing fit. "Please, is that a nick name that you guys gave her or is it real?"
"Real. Honest to God!" said Belinda, beginning to laugh herself. "We all were amazed that he actually was dating a women with, not only a rather uncommon name, but that it was so close to his. I mean, shit, what are the odds of THAT?!?"
They both laughed over that, and as they talked, they began to laugh harder. Rachel was first, "Hi, I'm Eddie. This is my girlfriend, Eddie!"
"So, we can't wait to meet Eddie. So, how did you guys meet and, honestly we never knew you were gay!" added Belinda.
"I'm picturing a frail looking spinster type," said Rachel. "Please tell me she's not. If she is, I'll probably have a spasm and die, right here."
"Honestly, she's very hot," replied Belinda. "I mean, R-E-A-L-L-Y hot. We were convinced for a while that she was a high paid call girl that Eddie hired just to convince us he really was dating someone." Then Belinda paused and added, "You keep your hands off her, OK? She's not nearly as hot as you and she might be tempted. I couldn't deal with you stealing my brother's girlfriend and worse yet, his girlfriend stealing MY girlfriend."
Rachel gazed into Belinda's eyes for a few seconds, leaned forward and took Belinda's face in her hands and said, so tenderly and lovingly, "If she's that hot, she's fair game."
For a brief second Belinda wanted to scream, cry and slap Rachel until she saw that sparkle in her eye and the smile break out on Rachel's face. Both began to howl with laughter and Rachel leaned back and said, "Please rub the left foot again and maybe I'll tickle your coochie later."
"Give it here," said Belinda and she took the left foot in her hands and nearly gave Rachel an orgasm.
The next morning Rachel had gotten up first and prepared breakfast. Everything was ready, but not cooked that way it would be fresh when Belinda woke up. She watched some TV, had a cup of coffee and even dozed just a bit. It had been a very good night. After the amazing foot massage, Rachel had massaged Belinda, but not her foot. They had kissed, A LOT and Rachel's hands had gone over Belinda's body so many times she almost feared that she rubbed off a layer of skin, but it was so gentle and loving, if she had, so what? Belinda didn't seem to mind. Her fingers and then her lips had made Belinda squirm and then nearly cry out in delight. When Belinda tried to reciprocate, Rachel had stopped her saying, "You already got me off with your loving treatment earlier. My feet, my whole being was satisfied by just how you loved me."
It had made Belinda somewhat wonder if Rachel was falling in love as well. Rachel never really divulged her feelings. Oh, true affection? No question. A sincere desire to be with her? Unquestionable. But did Rachel LOVE her? Belinda was really getting sick and tired of this conflict within her own mind and decided that, there was no need what-so-ever to bring it up again. She shot the thoughts in the heart, buried them deeply and.....knew within 24 hours she'd be going over this again.
Belinda got up, staggered into the living room and found Rachel sitting on her couch snoozing. She leaned in and kissed her on the neck where it was exposed, letting her tongue slip out just a bit to taste this magnificent woman. Rachel shot up nearly pinching Belinda's face between her shoulder and cheek. It startled both women and Belinda actually fell over after losing her balance. Seeing this, Rachel jumped up and helped her to her feet asking if she was alright alternately with saying how sorry she was. Belinda just laughed it off and then growled slightly under her breath. She couldn't blame Rachel, but, SHIT...
Rachel finally made the breakfast that she had gotten ready and Belinda was delighted by the gesture and in truth, it was delicious, though she never really loved bacon bits in her eggs, especially if there was actual bacon strips on the side, but she was not about to bitch over such a trivial matter. Rachel had done such a good job AND insisted on cleaning up what little hadn't already been cleaned up. It was a perfect morning.
"So, what did you get Eddie for his birthday?" inquired Rachel.
"Season tickets to the Hartford Whalers Hockey."
"Wow, are they any good?" asked Rachel.
"The team no longer exists," answered Belinda. "Eddie is a big hockey fan. As a joke I got him these tickets. They were a pretty cool team from what I've been told, but I don't care about hockey. The thing is, I got him season tickets to games that will never be played."
"I'm not sure I get it," admitted Rachel. "What's the joke?"
"The team does NOT exist anymore. The tickets are meaningless."
Rachel pondered this whole scenario for a few minutes and then simply said, "Oh, sure. Ok." She then just let the subject die. However, she then asked, "Could you take me to someplace good. I should get him something also. I mean, nothing as wonderful as YOUR gift," she rolled her eyes and continued, "but SOMETHING."
Belinda caught the eye roll but figured it best to just let the subject slip away. They made plans and went off to shop for Eddie. Rachel, not knowing Eddie THAT well, though better than many, opted for a gift card to Victoria's Secret. A combination of practical (for Edwina) and joke gift.
The night of the party was upon them. They left Belinda's house and headed for the restaurant where the party was being held. 'Jason's' had a nice private room, plenty of space for about 50 people, but they wouldn't have that many. Still, it was comfortable and the food was quite good. As they drove, Belinda suddenly had a near panic attack, shot up in the driver's seat and gasped so loudly that Rachel was startled.
"WHAT? WHAT IS IT?!?" queried Rachel on the verge of panic herself.
Belinda gasped again, took several deep breaths and then pulled over to the side of the road as she collected her thoughts. Rachel grabbed her hand and begged, "What, what is it?"
"MY PARENTS!" came the reply. "My parents are going to be there."
Rachel started to say, "so what..." but then recalled Palm Springs and began to laugh uncontrollably. It was a combination of nerves and seeing the humor in everything. Rachel was on a different plain at this point. Belinda was hitting the ground hard and her breathing was out of control. "Why don't I carry paper bags in the car for just such an occasion?" she asked herself as she tried desperately to get her breathing under control before she hyperventilated. Then she looked at Rachel who was still in spasms, laughing.
"What the FUCK is so funny?" Belinda demaded.
"Are you KIDDING ME?" was the reply. "First off, I really don't believe they'll remember me. If you recall, there were a bunch of us and it was a bit dark and it was several years ago. But HOLY SHIT, the look on your face right now is just....."
"JUST WHAT?"
"It's like you've seen a ghost, the ghost was someone who wasn't even dead and you were caught checking out the ghost's junk in a public place. Damn, that didn't make a whole lot of sense, but your face is priceless right now."
Belinda was calming down now. Rachel made SOME sense and it was hard to stay mad when it was Belinda herself that created this situation. Springing Rachel on Eddie would be fun, but on her parents? Nope. Not fun. Scary was the better term. Horrifying would be great.
Belinda collected herself, looked at Rachel who was wiping tears from her eyes and took her first deep breath in several minutes. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and mumbled "ohm" to herself for no apparent reason and then looked up at Rachel. "You're right. I'm being silly. They'll never remember you blowing my Dad." Then, off she drove, not fully believing what she had just said.
They pulled up to the restaurant and parked. Belinda got out, shaking. She locked the car and put the alarm on even before Rachel could get out. She undid everything, Rachel exited and then, the alarm was reactivated. They entered and upon asking, were directed to the private room. As they entered, the guests were all mingling and almost everyone had a drink. Belinda made a bee-line for the bar asking in passing what Rachel wanted. She THOUGHT she heard Madras. Well, that's what she was getting. The whole way to the bar she kept thinking that she didn't HAVE to invite Rachel. She wasn't family and no one knew her. It could be awkward for her. Belinda felt she had been selfish and Rachel was the target of her selfishness.
What bullshit.
She ordered a shot of Jameson, a White Russian and a Madras. The shot didn't leave the bar in the glass, but it did leave into Belinda. She brought the drinks back and found Rachel chatting with Belinda's cousin Dave. Dave was obviously enchanted. OF COURSE HE WAS! Rachel was amazingly beautiful and so personable. Belinda cut right in.
"Here's your drink. I hope I got it right," she somewhat lied.
"Perfect," said Rachel. She took a sip and added, "I love your cousin. Dave here was just telling me about you two beating each other up when you were kids."
Belinda agreed. "Yup, Dave was a beast. But overall, I kicked his ass."
Dave laughed and added, "Only because everytime we went at it, all I heard was, 'you should never hit a girl' and when I tried to comply with the rules, YOU would finish me off. If there was anyone who could manipulate the rules to suit their own needs, Belinda, it was you." He quickly added, "Oh, shit, I don't mean that in a bad way. Holy crap, Belinda, I love you to death, I just meant that...."
"I know what you meant," said Belinda hugging Dave and adding, "we're family and the whole PC shit doesn't apply." Then she whispered in his ear, menacingly, "I WILL kick your ass later, though."
Dave stepped back laughing, but he wondered if he should be. Belinda laughed and he figured she really was kidding, but he instinctively reached for and checked his testicles. Belinda hadn't missed that and although she didn't draw attention, she started to laugh just a little harder.
Rachel observed the exchange and simply giggled to herself. Family was fun. What more could she think.
Belinda looked about the room with Rachel standing next to her in a kind of limbo. She knew no one, had no connection (other than Belinda and Eddie and....well, the parents) to anyone else. It was awkward and Rachel really began to regret coming to this event. How in HELL would she explain her presence? Belinda's friend? Who invites a 'casual friend' to such a function? At that moment, a guy went up to Belinda and hugged her, kissed her and hugged her again. This HAD to be Carl. It was.
"Sweetie, where have you been the past few days?" Carl asked.
Belinda kissed Carl back and said, "Busy. It happens."
Rachel could clearly see that they had something special and Rachel never intended to be exclusive with Belinda, though at times Belinda seemed to hint at this. Rachel began to feel trapped and uncomfortable. For the first time, she felt like she was intruding on something loving and caring that could and should last. Rachel felt like a 'fling'. She gulped her drink down and headed for the bar.
It took Belinda a moment to notice that Rachel was gone, but once she did, she began to look for her and spotted her heading for the bar. Belinda made a second or two of small talk with Carl, kissed him, made an excuse to leave and watching Rachel, followed. When she caught up to her at the bar, she asked, "Is something wrong?"
Rachel took a deep breath and said, "I'm not sure why I'm here. You and Eddie both know me for reasons that the rest of the family might find....wrong or at the very least, uncomfortable. Your parents may or may NOT remember me and many would consider that.....VERY wrong. I love you, oh really, I love you but shit, this is not what I should be doing."
Rachel said she loved Belinda. Belinda stood with a blank look on her face, breathing heavily and wanting another shot of Jameson.
Rachel suddenly realized what she said. The 45 seconds of silence seemed like several days. Rachel finally broke the silence by saying, "Oh my GOD, I do love you, but it might not work and you have Carl, who is great and loves you and I can't rule out a Carl in MY life and............" She stopped cold. Rambling wasn't much of an explanation.
Belinda still stood silently as her cousin Lucy came up saying, "OH MY GAWD! LINDY! WHAT THE HELL?!?!? How are YOU!"
Belinda's head snapped to the left so fast she could have broken it. She stared for a second at Cindy as if she didn't recognize her. Then said, "Oh, Lucy. Yeah, what's up? You look good. I'll talk to you later." She then ushered Rachel away to a corner and asked, "What do you mean? Where are we? Who are we? What's going on with us?"
Rachel was dumbfounded. She stood baffled for a few seconds and then asked, "So, Dave and Lucy, are they as nice as they seem to be?"
Belinda nearly screamed. "What the hell do you mean? Never mind them. You LOVE me?"
Rachel looked down at her feet, sipped some of her drink and then said, "Of COURSE, but, I mean, could we ever make it work? We both love guys. You have Carl and I would LOVE a nice guy to settle down with and....Shit, I have no idea what I'm saying. I wish I had stayed home this weekend."
Belinda just stood there. Then, suddenly, without a moment of warning, her MOTHER tapped her on the shoulder.
"Belinda, my little girl, why on Earth haven't you visited ME yet? You're DAD and I have been waiting for, what seems like FOREVER to see you. Eddie has been here for hours, well, minutes, lots of minutes and we were wondering when you were going to get here. Oh, who's your friend?"
Belinda AND Rachel wished they were wearing Depends.
"This is Rachel," Belinda began, introducing the two. "Rachel, this is my mother, Helene."
Rachel shook Helene's hand cautiously wondering if there was even a remote chance she'd be recognized. No, so far so good. Helene didn't seem to know her at all. So far, so good.
Belinda watched this exchange and the apprehension must have shown on her face because Helene said, "Belinda, honey, you feel OK?"
Belinda gulped the rest of her White Russian and managed to get the words, "Sure, uh huh," out.
"So, how do you two know each other?" asked Helene.
"Well, I was staying at the hotel Belinda works at and we just sort of hit it off." Rachel got that out quite easily. Belinda slowly could feel the color coming back to her face, unless it was simply her blushing. Rachel added, "She's a great person and it turns out we've got stuff in common. Music and shit like that." She caught herself. "Oh, sorry; my language. That was a bit out of...."
Helene cut her off saying, "No big fucking deal," and laughed. Belinda realized Mom had hit the bar a few times herself. She could swear, but NEVER the "F" bomb.
Eddie sauntered over eyeing the scene as he did. When he saw his mother laugh, he wondered just why. When he got close he interjected himself into the conversation by saying, "Mom, so you met Rachel. Nice kid, eh? I was lucky enough to meet her a week or two ago. Nice kid. Hey," and he began to direct mom away from the conversation, "did you see Uncle Jermaine. He's over by the big planter. You gotta say HI!"
"Hold your water, sonnyboy, I'm chatting here," Helene said firmly.
"And who's birthday is this?" Eddie threw the trump card.
"You're right. I'll give in, even though you know Jermaine drives me crazy with his idiotic jokes." She turned to Rachel and Belinda and walked away saying, "We WILL talk again and you have to meet Belinda's Dad. He'll LOVE you and YOU'LL love HIM!!"
As they walked away, Rachel muttered under her breath, "In a way, I already have." It made her giggle and Belinda wasn't sure how to react, thus remaining stonefaced.
Carl was being the perfect boyfriend. He'd drop over and check on Belinda, but got the vibe that he shouldn't hover; and he didn't.
As the party continued, various family member came up and introduced themselves and each time it went very well. Belinda was now quite calm and Rachel had loosened up. The alcohol didn't hurt. Four Madras's for Rachel, 3 White Russians (and two more Jameson on the sly) for Belinda. They ate well so the alcohol wasn't hitting them as hard, but it was hitting. Then DAD finally came up lead by Helene. Belinda felt herself pee a little but held the worst of it in. Her breathing on the other hand could not be slowed or hidden.
John walked up and hugged Belinda saying as he did, "MY LITTLE GIRL!" He had a nice buzz going himself. "Mom tells me you brought a friend."
Belinda said, "Dad, this is Rachel. We've only known each other a short time but we've become kind of close so I figured, she was in town, why not bring her along."
"ABSOLUTELY!" and with that he hugged Rachel. "If my little girl likes you, I like you." As he backed off, he added, "And my, you're lovely. I'm just glad to meet you."
Eddie came over, fearing the worst. He breathed an unintentionally LOUD sigh of relief when it was obvious his Dad did NOT know Rachel...so far, anyway.
"Eddie, did you meet Rachel?" asked Dad.
"Yup, a few weeks ago; nice kid, Nice kid" gasped Eddie. He took a deep breath and walked away, directly for the bar.
Suddenly, as the small chit chat went on, Belinda noticed Rachel suddenly tense up. Rachel turned to her and whispered, "You come to the bathroom with me please? I need some help with something."
Belinda could see Rachel wasn't playing or trying to get away from her folks, who she was really hitting it off with, she was approaching a panic and apparently NEEDED to discuss something. Belinda said, "Oh sure." Turning to her parents she said, "You know, GIRL stuff." And they hurried off.
Once in the bathroom Rachel checked for anyone else and surprisingly, there was no one. She began to pace and breathe heavily. Belinda gave her a few moments and then said, "OK, SO?"
"Belinda, I'm about to shit myself."
"Best place for it. What's going on?"
"You will NEVER guess who walked in the door."
Belinda trying to be funny said, "Your ex-husband?"
Rachel stopped cold in her tracks, whipped around and faced Belinda, "YES! WHAT THE FUCK?!?"
Belinda stood in shock. "Are you serious? I was kidding, I...."
"NO SHIT! IT'S HIM!" Rachel stumbled over to the sinks and leaned on the counter. "I wish I smoked. I could use a cigarette right now. Oh, but it's so gross." She stood leaning, trying to catch her breath and continued, "Why in the HELL is HE here? He's not REALATED to you is he?"
"No, I don't think so. You've never said much about him I'm not sure." Belinda was racking her brain but with no information, there was nothing in said rack.
"What do I do? How do I get out of here?"
Belinda touched her shoulder. She did her best to calm her companion and said, as calmly as she could, "Why leave. Who cares? He doesn't know shit and there's no reason he should rattle you. You did say you parted kind of on good terms right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I mean, we've moved on. He doesn't know shit about my life NOW, and I don't care about his."
"Was he with someone?" asked Belinda, still wondering why this guy would show up. "What is his name again? I know you told me once or twice, but, hell...."
"Frank." There was a pause and Rachel went from panic to hysterical laughter. She confused the hell out of Belinda and it showed on her face but within several long seconds, she too remembered the Eddie/Frank connection and, picturing Eddie's face, Belinda too began to laugh almost uncontrollably.
It took several minutes for them to compose themselves. The befuddled look on the few women who came and went from the rest room as they laughed only made stopping the laughter harder. But they managed and exited. Rachel mustered up all the courage a woman could in that situation and, dragging Belinda along, went in search of Frank. She needed Belinda to identify who Frank might be with.
When they found him, he turned and a look of shock came over his face; classic deer in the headlights look.
Belinda saw the guy and standing with him was her cousin Rebecca. As Belinda said, "Rebecca, how are you?" Rachel was approaching Frank, trying to smile, trying NOT to laugh, trying to be totally in control.
"Frank, now THIS is bizarre! What are YOU doing here?" She asked with a definite lilt to her tone.
Frank's jaw dropped. "Rachel. Rachel, you're, YOU'RE here?"
Rebecca looked from one to the other and looked at Belinda asking, "Who is she and how do they know each other?"
Frank turned and began to explain to Rebecca. "This is my EX-Wife, Rachel. Rachel, this is my fiancé, Rebecca."
"Fiancé?" asked Rachel. "Wow, good for the two of you. How long have you been engaged?"
"How long have you two been exes?" asked Rebecca.
"I think it's been about 2 years now," offered Rachel.
"Two and a half," added Frank.
"How is it you've kept this a secret from the family," Belinda asked Rebecca.
"Well, we just got engaged two days ago. We figured we'd tell everyone tonight. SURPRISE!" replied Rebecca.
"Tonight is supposed to be about Eddie."
That got both Belinda and Rachel thinking, then, without a word of explanation, began to laugh uncontrollably again. Frank and Rebecca were dumbfounded.
"Sorry, I know, but the timing was just.....well, it was a bit coincidental and I know I have to tell everyone at SOME point. I'm just not sure why that's funny." Rebecca was at a total loss as to the behavior of these two crazy women. She always knew Belinda had her 'moments' but this was totally out of character.
Frank, too was confused, but he knew Rachel could find the strangest things funny, he just sort of shluffed it off. Belinda he didn't know but figured, if she and Rachel were friends, she was probably out to lunch as well.
"Wait, how did you end up in this area?" asked Rachel suddenly confused as to, of all the places in all the world...blah, blah, blah.
"Do you not recall me telling you that I was planning to move east? We had this discussion three months ago when I said I wouldn't need visitation any longer."
"Visitation?" Rebecca queried, "You have KIDS?"
"No, fish," said Rachel. "Yeah, I know, it's screwy. Best to leave it alone. I know I try to."
The small talk continued for a bit and each began to become more comfortable with why they were all there.
Then Eddie walked over. He immediately wished he hadn't.
Rachel and Belinda fell back into hysteria when they saw the look on Eddie's face as he tried to slink off, but Rebecca saw him and called out, "EDDIE! Damn, Cuz, Happy Birthday!"
Eddie didn't faint. He walked over, hugged Rebecca. As he turned and began to hurry away, he said, "I really have to take a leak. Good to see you. We'll catch up."
Rebecca's forehead got all wrinkly and the furrows got deeper when Frank said, as much to himself as anyone, "Why does that guy look familiar?" Then he shot a look to Rachel, who suddenly exploded one more time with guffaws so loud the entire room became silent. Belinda was laughing almost as hard and had to hold Rachel up.
"Oh GOD, if I don't sit down, I'm going to collapse," burped out Rachel. "Oh and a drink, I really could use a drink. I'm DYING here."
Frank excused himself and nearly RAN for the bar. He stopped himself, walked back, with utter dignity, and asked each their order. Once he had it memorized, he made his way to the bar. When he got there he ordered 3 Jameson, a White Russian, a Madras, and a martini. Two of the Jamesons never left the bar. The bar tender asked if maybe he should take it easy to which Frank replied, "Oh man, if you understood what was going on here, you'd just give me the bottle." He returned with the drinks and sat down.
Eddie in the meantime was hiding in the men's room, sitting in a stall and shivering. If there was ever a time he wished he had a drink, but since there was no one who would deliver to here, he was shit out of luck. He chuckled at the 'shit' reference, then fell back into a state of near despair.
Eddie assessed the entire situation. A couple he once had sex with, BOTH of them, was now here. The woman was sleeping with his sister and had blown his Dad. The man was now engaged to his cousin, who was just distant enough he could legally bang, and had always wanted to, but.....THAT would never be revealed to anyone. His sister and her friend knew everything, the guy knew ENOUGH. Eddie just shivered.
Meanwhile, John, Belinda's Dad made his way over to see Rebecca. "So, my lovely cousin's daughter, how the HELL are you? Why are you so late and WHO is this gentleman, who frankly looks like he's about to vomit," asked John.
"John, THIS....is my FIANCE, Frank," Replied Rebecca. "Two days now. No date set yet, but he's the love of my life." Then she glanced over at Rachel who had laughed herself dry. She just smiled and raised her glass in a bit of a toast.
"That's WONDERFUL," exclaimed John. "Congratulations. What a wonderful occasion. First my son..." he paused and muttered, "Where IS my son?" Then he just sort of shook that off and continued with the original thought, "my son's birthday and you're engaged. Let me buy you a drink!"
"John, we haven't finished these." Said Rebecca.
"Hi, I'm Frank. Jameson, please," added Frank.
Rachel just grinned at John. Belinda held in a giggle and sipped her White Russian. "I'm good," she said.
John said he'd be right back and toddled off to purchase the beverages. The four sat in silence looking from one to the next. Belinda broke the silence saying, "Where is Eddie, that little prick."
Rachel exploded again. Needless to say, Belinda followed suit. Frank drummed his fingers looking for John with the whiskey. Rebecca started to chuckle as well, but had absolutely no idea why. This caused Frank to start to as well.
John returned with the drinks. He brought a tray. Everyone got one, even if they had said 'no'. As he placed each drink down, he began to laugh himself, no having a clue why, but the laughter was contagious.
"Why are we laughing?" John got out between deep breaths.
"It's a long story," said Frank, adding, "but I can tell you, sometimes a trip to Palm Springs can be one hell of an adventure and it just might come back to haunt you!"
He had no idea what he was saying and suddenly, the laughter stopped...
For 10 full seconds.
Then Belinda literally fell off of her chair, onto the floor. She was in physical pain, could not breath and was kicking and beating the floor. Rachel tried to help her up. Carl came running across the room in a panic. Helene also rushed across the room fearing the worst. The entire party began to converge on the fallen Belinda. But not Eddie. Eddie was still hiding in the men's lavatory. He couldn't hear what was going on over the music playing over the speakers within. He just sat there shivering.
After a while, Belinda finally got it together, got up and sat back down on her chair. John still didn't seem to be too sure what was happening, and Rebecca was totally lost. Frank was proud with his cleverness, though what was clever about what he said alluded him.
Carl sat next to Belinda rubbing her shoulders asking over and over if she was alright. Rachel just smiled and sipped her drink. Helene kept asking John, "What the hell happened over here?" and every time she asked, John would reply, "I have no fucking clue?"
The party eventually got back to 'normal' and then, it was time to bring in the cake and sing to the birthday boy. But where was he? Eventually Cousin Earl found him and almost dragged him out to receive his accolades. He winced his way through the song (everyone thought his 'smile' seemed forced), blew out the candles and said to the family, friends and well wishers, "I'm sick. I have to go home. I'm calling a cab. Thank you and goodnight. I love you all." And he left.
Slowly everyone filtered out of the room leaving immediate family. Even Rebecca and Frank had left, Frank and Eddie refusing to make eye contact as Eddie congratulated the happy couple. Frank mumbled a sincere thank you in reply.
So, as Belinda tried to slip out the door with Rachel, John and Helene cornered them.
"So, what was so funny? The entire room was caught up in what was going on but didn't have the faintest idea what you two were going nuts over. Would you mind filling us in?" asked John but in a truly curious manner, not angry at all.
"It's just so complicated, Dad," started Belinda. "I really can't go into it."
"Is it the fact that Rachel blew me?" asked John with a big grin coming over his face. "Yeah, I remember her."
Belinda DID pee.
"I have NEVER discussed this sort of thing with you kids before. I've always been very embarrassed by the subject of sex. To be honest, I still am, but five or six, whatever, Crown Royals and I just don't care at the moment. I'm in a great mood and to see this lovely girl again...."John beamed. He added, "Rachel, first and foremost, Helene and I were not exactly out for any kind of fun that night. It was the first time and LAST time anything like that has ever happened to us and yes, even though it was so many years ago, I remember it VERY well and though your faces were all kind of blurred over the years, I did recognize you after a few. Then when Frank referenced Palm Springs, it was all very clear. Helene even commented on it. So," he continued, "seeing you was simply a great memory brought back. I also want to be clear I have always respected you girls. You did something nice for an old shit and your friend Debbie did just as big a favor for Helene."
Helene nodded in agreement whispering, "She was magnificent." And did the OK symbol with her fingers.
John added, "Belinda, obviously you KNOW and I hope you don't think badly of your mother and I."
"Nope, not at all," said Belinda. "I'm sleeping with Rachel myself."
That was not meant to come out, but it had. John and Helene looked at each other and then back to Belinda. "Really?" asked John.
"Uh, yeah." Belinda replied, beginning to blush.
"Well.....GOOD FOR YOU." John hugged Belinda and Rachel adding, "So, my daughter is a lesbian. So be it!"
"Well, I'm guessing I'm Bi," said Belinda. "I still love playing around with Carl." Then she stopped cold. "Carl. What happened to Carl?"
"He gave your cousin Lucy a ride home. They left about an hour ago," said Helene.
"Really. Hmmm. Well, I guess I'll talk to him tomorrow," said Belinda. Then she looked over at Rachel who had been uncharacteristically quiet, "You ready to head home?"
"No, but I'll be happy to go to your house. Call a cab, no way in hell either of us....ANY of us should be driving."
A staff member of the restaurant who was cleaning up said, "There are a few waiting out front. We had a feeling and called for them ahead of you."
They all thanked the staff and made their way out of the restaurant, through the bar and towards the main doors. John stopped and asked the ladies, "Anyone for a night cap?"
All replied, "NO, lets get out of here!" Helene added into John's ear, "I remember that night very well, and will ROCK your world when we get home!"
Rachel and Belinda clearly overheard Helene's 'whisper' and Rachel whispered into Belinda's ear, "I'm going to rock YOUR world in a few." After a pause, she asked, "You ever watch 'Taxicab Confessions'?"
Belinda said she had and so Rachel added, "Feel daring?"
"We'll see, but I doubt it."
"Whatever." But Rachel was determined and figured she give it a shot regardless. She COULD be persuasive. | literotica |
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...* | literotica |
Title: A Wolven Tail (Part 1) by Fenra
Tags: Character Development, Friendship, M/F, Wolf
Well, finally somthing to check off the things to do before I die list, write and post a furry story. Before you get stuck into the story just thought I would do the obligatory all characters are (c) to me, this story contains content of a sexual nature if you are offended by it do not continue etc etc bit. We all know it by now but best to cover all my bases. Also I want take this moment to appologise if any aspect of my story is similar to anyone elses, its not the most original story out there and I cant keep track of all the wolf stories around! Also please do take the time to read the whole story, skip to the yiff if you must but people work hard to create the stories and characters and doing so doesnt do thier hard work justice. Anyway, rant over, enjoy the story (hopefully), post comments/send emails by all means but if you must criticise, constructive criticism only please and for those who do like it you will be glad to know part 2 is being written as I speak or type rather. Wrtting beyond part 2 however depends on how well recieved the first 2 parts are, if I get a decent level of feedback/requests it will continue if not it will end at part 2, the fate of my story is in your hands!
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Part 1 - The first true friend
The key turned in the lock and the door swung open. A wolf stepped inside, his slim, masculine frame covered in fine grey and silver fur which glistened with the rain water caught between the hairs. He had deep yellow eyes and wore a simple white button up shirt with a black jacket over the top and a pair of deep blue jeans. His padded feet meant he had no need for shoes. He closed the door, took of his jacket and hung it on the back of the door. He glanced around his small apartment, it was a depressing place he thought. Just inside the door was a tiny kitchen area with nothing but a sink, a worktop and a microwave, a pile of old chipped dishes were stacked next to the sink. An almost nonexistent bathroom with a shower, that gave only two temperatures of water, cold and freezing, was through a door on the far side. A black and white television stood against the left wall of what could be called the living space. An old, torn sofa, which folded out as a bed, sat against the wall opposite the television and there was a small table in the far left-hand corner with a telephone and an answering machine on it. There was a single window on the far side of the apartment, letting in just enough light to illuminate a small patch of the floor. Raindrops pattered softly against the glass. The old blue carpet had almost no bristles left on it due to years of wear from various tenants. The pale white paint on the walls was peeling and the grey drywall and plaster was visible behind it.
He shook his head briskly which sent drops of water flying across the room. He placed his keys on the worktop and made his way to the phone on the far side of the room. He pressed the play button on the answering machine and the familiar electronic voice began to speak
You have two new messages
He pressed the play button again to listen to the messages. Whilst filtering through a pile of mail that he had picked up outside his door, most of which were bills on their second or third notice.
Message one: "hi son" came an elderly, masculine voice from the machine "just thought I'd call to see how you were doing, we haven't heard from you in ages, you must be to busy enjoying yourself up in the big city" The wolf snorted at this as he continued rummaging through the mail. "still its been months since we have heard from you so please give us a call sometime, hope you get this message, bye for now"
If only he could call them he thought but after all the fuss he made and everything he did in getting here he could hardly call and let them know the truth. He could hear his fathers voice now saying I told you this would happen. Memories began to flash through his mind, the day he left over a year ago, his mothers tearful face, his fathers stern voice yelling incomprehensible words at him as he walked away, the occasional word reaching his ears like disgrace and disappointed.
He shook these thoughts from his head and pushed the button again.
Message two: "Hi Fenra its me" came a feminine voice, he stopped rummaging through the mail and listened intently "look... this is hard for me to say but... well I think you're a great guy but" he stopped the tape, he knew where this was going, he had heard it all before, the same excuse just a different time and place.
Delete messages said the electronic voice, he pushed the accept button. Messages deleted.
He sighed deeply and sat on the sofa, he ran a paw over his head, what was happening to him, it seemed his life kept going from bad to worse. He had just got turned down for the forth job interview this week, he hadn't worked in a month and he had barely enough money to keep himself alive.
He yawned and the fatigue finally caught up with him, he was dead on his feet he thought. He lay down on the sofa, thinking he would just take a quick nap, it didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep.
He was woken up two hours later by a hammering on his door, it was now early evening and the rain had stopped, the sky was still overcast but occasionally the sun peered through a gap in these heavy clouds.
"Open the door wolf, I know your there!" called an angry voice from the other side of the door.
Not him, not now he thought. He quickly hurried to his feet and opened the door. Behind it, just as he had thought, was a large black stallion. His large muscular frame made Fenra look tiny in comparison, a half smoked cigarette in his hand his face stern and angry.
"Rents due wolf" said the stallion "so do you have the money today"
"L... Listen, Blake" stammered Fenra "you will get the money I promise its just... well..."
"You don't have it do you" said Blake.
"Erm... well no, not as such" sighed Fenra.
"Your testing my patience wolf, its been three weeks since your last payment" said Blake.
"I know its just, I'm having money troubles at the moment and..." replied Fenra.
"I don't care about your excuses" said Blake "I have plenty of people lined up to take your place who can actually pay their rent!"
"Please you've got to give me more time" begged Fenra
"You've had more than enough time wolf, lucky for you though I'm a generous man" said Blake mockingly "you have until tomorrow, have the money by then or you will be sleeping on the street"
"But how am I supposed to gather the money by tomorrow?!" said Fenra
"I don't care" said Blake harshly "that's not my problem"
"But you cant do this!" said Fenra, his voice raising and anger swelling.
"I can do whatever I want" shouted Blake, grabbing Fenra's neck "you get the money by tomorrow or you get out" He threw Fenra onto the floor out side his room and walked off.
Fenra struggled to his feet, coughing and rubbing his neck. The door of the apartment next to his was open and a female wolf was standing in its doorway. She had fine blue fur, deep blue eyes and wore a white T-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans. She had a small silver necklace around her neck with a small jewel embedded into a paw print shaped piece of silver hanging from it.
"I'm sorry you had to see that" rasped Fenra, still coughing from what Blake had done to him.
"Its ok" replied the female wolf kindly and she turned and walked back into her apartment, the door swung shut behind her.
Fenra walked back into his apartment and shut the door behind him. He poured himself a glass of water and gulped it down, its cool water soothing his aching neck. He collapsed on the sofa and fell back to sleep.
When he awoke next it was late evening, the sky had cleared more and the deep orange sun now shone between scattered clouds. He lifted himself up and yawned. He placed his head in his paws and began to think of everything that was happening, attempting to work it all out. His thoughts leapt from one subject to another, his mind a confusing blur. He couldn't focus on any individual thoughts, the noise from the busy streets below didn't help. The sounds of sirens and car engines pounded like a drum inside his mind. He needed to get somewhere where he could think clearly he thought. He grabbed his keys from the worktop and jacket from the back of the door and left his apartment.
He got into the elevator at the end of the corridor and pressed the button for the top floor. It shook and began to move, creaking and straining as it went. It arrived at its destination and stopped with a jolt, the doors creaked open and Fenra made his way out. He walked down the corridor, its dank, dreary walls pressing in on all sides. He reached the end of the corridor at a door that said roof access. He opened and stepped through this door. He was now standing atop the roof of the apartment building, steam flowed out of metal pipes, ventilation fans hummed gently in the background and a gently breeze brushed past his fur occasionally. There was no other sound up here, it was almost peaceful, the noise of the city was far below him. The evening sun shone from above the tall city buildings, the air temperature had raised since the rain had stopped and it was now almost pleasant. He made his way to the edge and sat with his feet over the edge. He drew in a deep breath of the evening air and sighed, now he could get his thoughts straight he thought.
But before he could begin to think he heard the door behind him open again, it was the blue wolf from earlier.
"Oh this is a surprise" she said gently "I thought this was my special place"
"I'm sorry" said Fenra "I can leave if you want"
"No its fine, I would enjoy the company" she said and she came and sat down next to him "my name's Larka"
"Fenra" he said.
"Fenra?" said Larka.
"Yes, strange name I know" he laughed
"Your not from around here then?" asked Larka
"No... I'm from the country originally, that's how I ended up with a name like Fenra" he replied smiling.
"Ah a farm boy" she said laughing
"Something like that" said Fenra
"So why did you come to the city?" she asked
"No special reason, I just came seeking a better life" He said, stroking his sore neck "things never turn out the way you want them to do they?" he smiled at her and then stared at the street below him.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, touching his neck
"No, not really" he said, wincing slightly at her touch "Its my pride that's been hurt more than anything"
"Oh" she said.
"What about you?" he asked "why did you come to the city?"
"Come here? No I was born here" she said "I've lived here my whole life"
"You've lived here your whole life?" said Fenra, slightly taken aback "I cant imagine a worse fate"
"Some of us just have bad luck" she said smiling
"It would appear so" he said, the pair fell silent for a while then Fenra spoke again "you said this was your special place, any particular reason? If you don't mind me asking?"
"My father, he used to take me up here at sunset every day" she said, her eyes looking slightly glazed over as she spoke "he used to say that even though things are tough there is still some beauty left in the world"
At this Fenra looked out over the buildings at the setting sun, the sight that greeted his eyes was one he had never seen before. The deep orange light shone off the windows and metallic sides of the tall buildings, making the city shine in the dying light. It really is beautiful he thought.
"Your father is obviously a very smart man" he said.
"Yes he is or rather was" she said
"Was?" Fenra asked curiously
"Yes, he died two years ago" she said, a tear rolling down her cheek
"Oh I am sorry, I didn't mean to upset you" he said hastily
"Its ok, you didn't know" she said, composing herself
The pair sat in silence for a while when a passing breeze caused the pain in Fenra's neck to flair up again. He winced as it brushed past the raw skin.
"Are you ok" asked Larka
"Yeah... yeah I'm fine" he said
"You really shouldn't let him treat you like that" she said
"Hmm, not that I have much of a choice" he said sombrely
"It doesn't seem right though" she said
"Are you living in the same city I am?" he said bitterly "you know how they treat us around here, were worthless to them"
"But surely you could..." she started
"What? Go to the police, as if there going to care about a single wolf" he said harshly "I've just got to accept it, this is my life"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you" she said " I was just trying to help"
"I know, I know" he said apologetically "I'm sorry, I'm having a rough time at the moment"
"That's ok" she said, smiling at him sweetly. He smiled back in kind.
This moment was interrupted however by a low growling sound.
"What was that?" asked Larka
"My stomach" said Fenra clutching his abdomen
"Oh" laughed Larka "hungry are we?"
"Starving" he said smiling at her. When he took his hands away she looked at his chest, he looked very thin.
"My god look at you" she said
"I'm sorry?" said Fenra, a little confused by this comment
"When did you last eat?" she asked
"What" he said, trying to avoid the question
"You heard me, when did you last have anything to eat" she said forcefully
"A... about two days ago" he said, at this Larka gasped "its fine though"
"No it isn't" she said "why haven't you eaten in so long"
"Well I'm having money troubles at the minute" he said "as you might have guessed by my run in with Blake earlier"
"Well yes but I didn't think it could be this bad" she said "come on, I'll get you something to eat"
"Please... its fine" he said "I don't want to make a fuss"
"No excuses" she said, looking at him kindly, extending an arm "I wont take no for an answer"
"Ok" he said reluctantly and taking her paw he lifted himself up
The pair made their way back through the corridors, into the elevator and back to Larka's apartment.
"Make yourself at home" she said as they walked in "I'll order us something to eat"
As she put her coat on a hanger behind the door and made her way to a phone on the wall in the kitchen Fenra looked around her apartment. Although not much bigger than his and with relatively the same layout it seemed like a palace in comparison. The walls looked freshly painted, the kitchen was spotless with a stack of clean dishes on a shelf above the sink. She had a large sofa against a wall and a full colour television opposite it. Her bathroom had a shower that made his look like a bucket in comparison, the carpeted floor looked new and felt soft against his feet. Even the window at the back of the apartment seemed to let in more light.
"Is takeaway pizza ok?" she asked
"That's fine" he said, still looking around awe struck at the apartment.
Larka muttered the order down the phone, replaced it on the hook then turned to look at Fenra. When she saw how he was looking around with child like curiosity she smiled.
"They will be here soon" she said
"Oh ok" said Fenra, only half listening
"Like what you see?" she said jokingly
"Sorry" he said "Just this place is amazing"
"Its not that great" she said
"Well in comparison to my place its the Ritz" he said laughing "how can you afford this place"
"My father" said Larka "when he died I was his only living relative so I got everything"
"Ah I see, must be nice" he said "the apartment I mean not what happened to your father" he added quickly realising what he had just said. Larka simply laughed
"I'm sorry, I have terribly communication skills" he said laughing
"Its fine" she said, smiling "come, sit down, take off that wet jacket"
She took his jacket and hung it on the back of his door then sat down next to him on the sofa.
"So tell me" she said "how did you end up in such a mess"
"Bad luck I suppose" he said "that and not being able to keep a job for more than a month at a time"
"Really?" she said
"Yeah, I haven't worked in a month" he said "and I've been turned down for four jobs just this week, not only that but I'm down to my last few dollars and if I don't get enough money together I'm going to be sleeping on the street, so much for a better life"
"Your having a bad month" said Larka
"hmm yeah something like that" said Fenra, smiling at Larka
The pair sat in silence for a while until there was a knock on the door. "Ah that will be the pizza" said Larka and she went to the door. Sure enough it was the pizza, she paid the fox who was delivering it and brought it into the apartment.
The aroma flooded Fenra's nostrils, maybe it was the hunger but this scent was so captivating, it made him want to jump up and devour it all right there. Larka placed the box on the work top in the kitchen and took a few slices and placed them on plates.
"Here we go" she said passing one of the plates to Fenra "its hardly gourmet cooking but it does the job" she chuckled softly to herself.
"I'll live" said Fenra smiling. He took a bite out of one of the slices. It was amazing, the taste, the fact that he finally had something to eat, it took all the strength he had to resist devouring it all.
"Well?" said Larka, just eating a piece herself
"Best damn food I've ever tasted" he said laughing
"Well help yourself, there's plenty there" said Larka
"Oh no I couldn't" he said "what about you?"
"Hey I'm not the one who hasn't eaten in two days" she said smiling
"Thank you" he said as he got up to get some more pieces "very much"
"That's ok" she said "so how did you end up like this?"
"Huh?" said Fenra, his mouth full of pizza
"You know, refusing help offered to you" she said "even when your almost starving" she let out a short chuckle
At these words memories began to flow through Fenra's mind, a school ground where he lay black and bruised, a group of people surrounding him all offering help, a vixen saying how sorry she felt for him. He shook these thoughts from his head and composed himself.
"Its difficult to explain" he said, sitting back down on the sofa, his plate stacked high with pizza
"Humour me" said Larka
"Ok, well I've always been a bit of a charity case if you follow me" he said "not the most popular, most attractive, most anything"
"Go on" said Larka
"Well because of that I've spent my entire life having people feel sorry for me" he said "having friends who were there simply because they pitied me, living off other peoples generosity"
He paused briefly as more memories flowed through his mind.
"Anyway as much as that may have worked it always sickened me" he continued "knowing that people were only with me because they felt they had to rather than they wanted to"
"And that's why you refuse help?" asked Larka
"I just didn't want to take anymore" he said sombrely "I didn't want to be pitied anymore or have friends that were there out of guilt, I wanted to show them that I no longer needed to be pitied and that when a true friend came along that they would be with me because they wanted to"
"I see" said Larka
"I know pretty stupid isn't it" said Fenra, smiling "To let things get this bad and still refuse help, I guess I'd better face it, I'm always going to be pitied"
"You poor thing" said Larka, placing a paw on his shoulder
"No please, don't feel sorry for me" he said
"But..." she started
"You know what" he said hurriedly, finishing the slice he was eating and making for the door "thank you very much for the pizza but I think I'd better go"
"Wait" said Larka, grabbing his arm "please"
He turned and looked at her face, her deep blue eyes pleading with him, he sat back down next to her.
"What you just told me is... well its heartbreaking and I cant help but feel sorry for you" she said "but that doesn't change the fact that I like you for who you are"
"Really?" said Fenra "Yes" she said "did you not think why I invited you into my home, why I happened to be standing at my door when you were talking to Blake, why I kept you company on the roof. All before I had heard this"
"But..." said Fenra
"Please" interrupted Larka "let me tell you something my father told me, we all begin this life alone, each one of us a pitiable being, but when two like beings come together then regardless of their pasts, they can form a bond like no other"
"I see, miserable being must find more miserable beings then he will be happy" said Fenra
"Well that's one way of putting it" said Larka smiling
"So you would really want to be my friend, even if you didn't know all this" he replied
"Yes" she said "absolutely"
"Thank you" he said, a single tear running down his face "thank you"
He hugged her and she returned his embrace. He stayed in her arms for a few minutes before letting go. It was now late, the sun had disappeared and the moon sat high in the clear night sky, casting a pale light through the streets.
"Its getting late" said Larka "and I've got... things to do tomorrow"
"Oh, sorry" said Fenra "I didn't mean to overstay my welcome"
"That's ok" said Larka as Fenra got his jacket and headed for the door, she met him at the door.
"Thanks again for the pizza" he said
"You're welcome" she said
"Well, goodnight" he said
"Goodnight" she said, kissing him on the cheek "see you tomorrow"
She closed the door and Fenra took out his keys to get back into his apartment. Tomorrow he thought, and suddenly he remembered what Blake had said, how was he going to get the money by tomorrow. He unfolded the sofa and collapsed on it, drifting into a deep sleep.
He was awoken at midday the next day by the phone ringing. As usual his alarm had failed to go off. He stumbled out of bed to the small table in the corner and picked up the phone. "Hello" he said sleepily
"Fenra, its me Larka, are you free?" she said
"Yeah" he said, not like he had anything better to do than sit around until he gets kicked out of his home he thought "why do you ask?"
"I was wondering if you fancied going for a walk" she said
"Sure" he said "just give me a moment to get ready"
"Ok, knock on my door when you are ready" she said
"Will do, bye for now" he said
"Bye" she said
He quickly went into the bathroom to wash his face and try to make himself look presentable, as presentable as a poor wolf about to lose his home could be he thought. He threw his clothes on, grabbed his keys and jacket and left. He knocked on Larka's door and waited, he heard the clicking of locks behind the door and she appeared.
"Ready to go" he asked
"Sure" she replied, and the pair headed off
"So where do you want to go" he asked as they headed out of the apartment building
"Oh just around the block" she said "I felt I needed to stretch my legs and what kind of a friend would I be if I didn't invite you along"
This day was nothing like the previous, the sky was a clear, perfect blue. The sun was hot and there was a refreshing breeze which whipped between the buildings every so often, taking the edge off the heat.
"Thanks" he said and she simply smiled "It will be good to get one last look at the neighbourhood"
"Still don't have much hope on getting the money?" said Larka
"Nope" he said smiling "better that I just enjoy today rather than worrying about it"
"Oh well, I'm sure things will work out" said Larka
Fenra looked at her curiously, as she said this he could have sworn he saw a glint in her eye, as if she knew something. He decided to ignore it.
"Did you get what you had to do done this morning?" he asked
"Yes all taken care of" she said
"That's good, what was it?" he asked
"Ah that's a secret" she said winking at him
"Ok then" he said, although curious he decided against pursuing it.
It was at this moment he noticed, as he did all days, the looks of everyone they passed, their body language, they way they averted their gaze, crossed the road when they saw them coming or shot them a look of contempt as they passed.
"Ah I hate it" said Fenra
"What's that?" asked Larka
"The way they treat us, surely you've noticed it" he said
"Well of course but I try not to let it bother me" she said
"Well then you're a stronger wolf than I am" he said
"Why's that?" she asked
"I just couldn't let something like that not bother me" he said
"Why?" she said
"I don't know, I've never really thought about it, its just been automatic" he said "Its probably because of where I grew up"
"Really?" she said
"Yeah, back in the country my family is well respected" he said "particularly my father, everybody loved him"
"What is it that your father does?" she asked
"He farms and produces ale" he said "or at least he used to, he is retired now"
"Oh really?" she said
"Yeah, its really popular back home" he said "we used to get all sorts coming to his place to try it, from locals to distant brewers"
"Sounds like a nice life" she said
"Yes it... it was" he said, as he spoke his tone dropped, images flashed in his mind, fire, yelling, panic.
"Are you ok" asked Larka "you seem distracted"
"Oh sorry, got caught up in my own thoughts" said Fenra "I'm fine"
"Ah good" she said
"Where were we?" he asked
"You were talking about the way people treat you around here" she said
"Ah yes" he said "its just frustrating"
"Well don't worry, we wolves will just have to look out for each other" she said, smiling
"You seem oddly cheery" he said "any particular reason?"
"Maybe it's the sunshine, maybe it's the warmth on my fur, maybe it's the fact that I'm with you, who knows?" she said, Fenra could swear he saw that glint in her eye again "Well I think we better head back, its almost time"
"Time?" he said, turning to look at a clock on the side of a building, it was approaching three in the afternoon, it dawned on him now, "ah yes, time to face the music"
"Come on" she said and taking him by the paw the pair set off in the direction of the apartment building.
They arrived back at the apartment and Fenra's heart began to race as they got in the elevator.
"Relax" said Larka, placing a paw on his shoulder
He looked at her face and the sight of her deep blue eyes calmed him. "Thank you" he said as the lift stopped, she simply smiled at him.
As the doors opened he saw him, Blake leaning on his door waiting. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator.
"Ah there you are wolf" said Blake
"Listen Blake I..." started Fenra
"I don't care what you have to say" interrupted Blake "I just stopped by to tell you I'm glad you finally decided to pay up"
"I... what?" said Fenra, taken aback by this
"Yeah, its good to see your finally doing your responsibilities as a tenant" said Blake "but I don't see why you couldn't give it to me in person, why you had to slide an envelope under my door"
"Wait, hold on?" said Fenra
"Save it wolf, you've had you pat on the back for today, just don't let it go to your head, I'm still keeping an eye on you" said Blake "now get out of my way I've got things to do"
He pushed past and before Fenra could call after him he was already in the elevator and disappearing from sight. Fenra stood there speechless, what the hell just happened? he thought. He looked at Larka who was smiling.
"See I told you everything would work out" she said
"Wait you knew" said Fenra
"Kind of" she said, suppressing a smile
"Wait" he said, the truth dawning on him "you paid him, that's the thing you had to take care of, that's why you were so cheerful"
"Maybe" she said winking at him
"Oh Larka you shouldn't have" he said
"Its fine don't worry" she said "consider it a friendly gesture"
"No a friendly gesture would be paying for a meal this..." he said, his voice breaking "this is... amazing"
He hugged her close and a tear rolled down his cheek.
"I don't know how I can repay you" he said, releasing his embrace
"Well there is on thing you could do for me" she said biting her lip
"What, what could I possibly do to make this up to you?" he said
At this she placed her paws around his neck and kissed him deeply, when she broke the kiss Fenra looked at her curiously, she met his gaze with a seductive look. Fenra took a step back and looked at her, maybe it was because he had so much on his mind but he had never noticed how beautiful she was, her beautiful face, her deep blue eyes, her perfectly formed body, her shapely rump, her long tail.
"What's wrong?" asked Larka, curious as to why he had stepped back, looking at the way he was now examining her
"Nothing" he said "you're just beautiful that's all"
Larka simply smiled back at him, took him by the paw and led him into her apartment.
The pair entered, Larka closed and locked the door behind them, removed her necklace and placed it on the worktop next to the sink. She turned to face Fenra and before a word could be said she threw her arms around him and kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. She did this with such force that Fenra was knocked back a few paces and the pair fell onto the sofa. She did not break her kiss however, instead she intensified.
As Fenra lay beneath her on the sofa he slid his paws under her shirt and gently moved his paws over her breasts, exploring their every facet with his paws. She broke the kiss for the first time and she lifted her shirt up, over her head and threw it to the floor. She then wasted no time in unbuttoning Fenra's shirt until he lay bare chested beneath her. She turned her attention to his chest, running her tongue from his stomach to his neck, he sighed with pleasure as she did so.
She sat up and began to undo her jeans, as she did so he sat up, undid her bra, threw it aside and began to kiss her now exposed breasts. He placed kisses all around them until he reached her nipples where he flicked his tongue gently over them. Larka threw her head back and moaned with pleasure. He stopped with one last teasing flick and lay back down, undoing his jeans. She looked at him with wild passion in her eyes and finished removing her jeans which fell to the floor, then once he had unbuttoned the top of his jeans she grabbed them and threw them from him, he removed his shirt completely as she did so. They both lay there, wearing nothing but underwear. She kissed him again while sliding a paw down his underpants, she felt his rock hard member for the first time in her paw, broke the kiss and smiled.
"Very nice" she said and she looked at him very seductively before kissing him again.
As she thrust her tongue into his mouth, she began to pump his member rhythmically, up and down, up and down. Fenra wanted to let out a deep sigh of pleasure but she wouldn't let him break the kiss, instead she put her remaining paw behind his head and held his lips to hers. Fenra breathed deeply with pleasure through his nostrils, the warm air flowing over her face.
Fenra reach a paw out and into her panties, he felt the heat coming from her pussy instantly, its juices beginning to flow at his touch. He teasingly circled her entrance with his fingers, it was obvious this was driving her wild. She breathed faster and faster, she couldn't stand it anymore, she took the paw that was behind his head and thrust it down her panties, grabbing his paw and forcing three of his fingers deep inside her. At this she broke the kiss and moaned loudly, her hips buckling with pleasure. Her pussy felt warm and moist against his fingers, its walls contracting in waves against him, he knew exactly how to intensify this, he took his fingers and ran them softly against the walls in opposing directions to the waves. She moaned louder and faster with every passing moment, she stopped pumping his member and used her now free paw to remove his underpants.
Fenra withdrew his fingers, to which she sighed as he did so, they looked directly at each other and he winked at her as he pulled off her panties. She raised herself up and positioned her pussy just above his member, they looked deep into each others eyes, smiled and kissed as she began to lower her pussy around his member.
Teasingly slowly she moved, drawing him deeper into her. With every movement they both breathed faster and harder, both engulfed in this feeling, this moment. After what seemed an eternity she reached the base of his member, he was now hilted in her fully and the pair both let out a moan of ecstasy. Her pussy began to contract against his member in waves, as if it were trying to pull him deeper in, he could feel its every movement, every vein, every muscle, every lump massaging his member.
He began to breath faster and faster as her pussy worked away at his member, its juices freely flowing down his shaft and across his chest. With a sigh of pleasure she began to raise herself until he was only half in her then she thrust herself back down with an enormous moan, he moaned too as she did so.
She continued to raise and lower herself on his member, faster and faster, the pleasure intensifying with every movement. He began to thrust back against her, as she lowered he thrust into her, as she raised he drew himself further out. Faster and faster the pair went, both breathing heavily, sweating and moaning with pleasure. Eventually he felt it swelling, a climax unlike any he had ever felt before, he looked at her face and she obviously felt the same. Both sped up their movements until he felt it, he couldn't hold out much longer.
Feeling it too she raised her pussy right to the tip of his member, the pair looked at each other, smiled, sweat glistening in their fur, then they kissed deeply as she thrust down and he thrust up as hard as they could. At the same time they reached climax and he came inside her, harder than he had ever come before, his seed flowing in great bursts into her. He moaned deeply, loudly, almost primaly as he emptied his contents into her. She to screamed with pleasure as she came deep and hard, her juices leaking out of her over flowing pussy, down his member and across his chest.
Their fluids mixed together within her, he felt his member floating in this cocktail of juices as he emptied the last remains of his seed into her. His erection was rapidly failing him but he stayed within her for as long as he could, absorbed in the feeling of her warm insides. She too clung on to his member, holding onto the feeling of his manhood within her for as long as possible. Eventually he could hold out no longer and slipped out of her, some of her juices flowed over his chest as he did so. He sighed deeply as he exited her and she moaned as his member passed her entrance one last time.
She then collapsed on top of him, panting and sweat glistening in her fur. She put her arms around him, tucked her head under his chin and drifted into a blissful sleep. He took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. He looked towards the window at the back of the apartment and saw the orange glow of the setting sun glittering off of buildings, shining into the apartment and glistened off of the sweat on their bodies. This is the start of something beautiful he thought and he too drifted into a blissful sleep. | FSE |
Title: A Summer in Three Perspectives by KanedaGoro
Tags: Bear, Fanfiction, Hiroyuki, Human, Juuichi, Summer, Tiger, morenatsu, torahiko
*August 19. Late afternoon. Hiroyuki's Room. Hiroyuki's perspective.*
Here I was with Torahiko sitting in front of me, he having confessed his feelings. To be honest, it should've been obvious to me from the start: those times he kept on clinging to me, kept on teasing me, and even sending me that letter. My mind blanked, unable to think of an answer. Come on Hiroyuki, think!
"... Well?" Tora asked, still blushing with his head still facing down.
I took a deep breath and gave my answer. "I... don't know yet."
He lifted up his face to me. "What do you mean 'yet'?"
"I can't answer you right now. This is just too sudden. I appreciate that you have feelings for me, but..."
He closed his fists and spoke in a low voice. "There's someone else, is there?"
"... Yeah."
Tora froze that moment. Well, if you heard that the person you liked had feelings for someone else, it's natural to be surprised right? Even though it's summer, we could feel the air around us grow cold. We stayed silent for a while, unable to look each other in the eye. Just then, he went closer and spoke again.
"You're gonna see how it works with that person first?"
"Yeah. But even if that person won't like me back, I still need time, Tora."
"I understand." He got up and offered a hand, helping me stand up. "Whatever happens, we're still friends, right?"
"Of course!"
Tora pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me. Being that close, his chest felt so warm that moment, yet my heart hurt like it was about to break. Will this be the last time he'll hold me this close? Even so, my mind still was still filled with thoughts about that person. He let me go after a while and wished me luck before going to the door. Before he went out, a thought came to mind. Wasn't today...
"Tora!"
He turned around. "What?"
I smiled. "Happy Birthday, Tora."
He waved his hand back at me. "Thanks," he said with a smile before shutting the door.
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*August 22. Evening. Minasato Shrine. Torahiko's perspective.*
"... Go get 'em, champ."
Telling them about having stuff to do at the inn was all a lie. It was the right thing to do. Going with them right now would just be a hindrance to them. But still, who'd have thought that it was Juuichi-san? Even though it's a little sad for me, as long as Hiroyuki's happy, it's alright. Making my way into the trees by the shrine, there was Hiroyuki and Juuichi-san talking in the middle of an open area. My distance from them while hiding in the bushes was short enough to make up what they were saying.
"I'm in love with you," Hiroyuki said.
Juuichi-san took a step back, his mouth wide open and his face turning red. "S-Seriously?"
With his hands behind his back, Hiroyuki pressed his lips together as he nodded. Juuichi-san regained his composure a second later and an awkward silence fell between the two of them after. Come on, one of you speak! The suspense is killing me!
Juuichi-san looked down. "Nishimura... I'm sorry, but I can't accept your feelings."
As he said that, the fireworks show started, coloring the sky in many colors. No matter how you look at it, this just didn't feel right.
"What? Why?" Hiroyuki asked.
Juuichi-san took a deep breath before lifting up his head and looked at him. "Way back when I first entered high school, it was probably way before that, there was this guy I liked. I tried asking Takahara on what to do, but even he didn't know. Right until now, I still can't decide if I should tell him."
He liked someone else? That was something new. Never thought he would have feelings for someone, a guy no less. But that was beside the point. What about Hiroyuki? At least give him a chance. Don't you think this is being unfair to him?
Seeing Hiroyuki's shoulders shudder, he called out. "Nishimura..."
When he heard Juuichi's voice, Hiroyuki wiped his tears off with his hands and turned away. "S-Sorry... but I gotta go," he said, running away from the field and leaving Juuichi-san alone there.
Alright, that's it! If there was one thing I can't stand, it was Hiroyuki crying. Even if this is Juuichi-san, I just can't let this go like it was nothing. Getting up and walking towards him while curling my right hand into a fist, trying to contain my anger, Juuichi-san turned to me.
"Tora? What are you-"
"I heard everything," I said before punching him on the cheek.
He fell backwards to his side, staggering as he tried to regain his balance. "What the hell, Tora!?"
"I should be the one asking you that question! Why, senpai? Why turn down Hiroyuki?" My voice started to choke, tears coming out from the corners of my eyes. "I was ready to step back if you two started to go out, yet why?"
Taking his hand off his cheek, he glared at me. "It should've been obvious to you by now."
"What?"
"You heard what I said right, that I liked someone?" He started to shout at me as he went closer and grabbed the collar of my shirt. "Well, guess what? That person was you! That's why I turned him down! At least you could've considered that in that little brain of yours!"
When Juuichi-san calmed down he let go of my shirt and walked away without saying another word. All alone while looking at the fireworks, my thoughts focused on what he said.
He liked me? That was even more of a surprise. Then again, it should've been obvious. He always tried to correct me when my behavior got out offhand, showed concern when I got into trouble, and even tried to comfort me when Hiroyuki left the village years ago. But still, he could've just told me back then. Why keep it for a long time?
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*August 28. Afternoon. Kazenari dojo. Juuichi's perspective*
Finished with today's training, Ten and I were in the changing room gathering our things together. It's been days since that incident at the Bon Festival happened, and not a word was shared between me, Tora, and Nishimura.
It was understandable; we needed some space to get our thoughts together. Even so, there could've been a way for us to talk to each other without ending up like this. Summer's almost finished, and in just a few days, Nishimura's going to leave us again. At least before that happens, we could resolve this. Spacing out while thinking of all this, my ears twitched while hearing Ten calling for my attention.
"Mikazuki."
"Ah, yes?"
Ten picked up his bag and turned his back on me. "Clear your mind before we face each other in the competition. I don't want to fight someone whose thoughts are clouded," he said before heading towards the exit.
"Clouded? What do you mean by that?"
"Goodbye, Mikazuki." Only his footsteps from the corridor could be heard after.
Damn it! Even here, my mind can't focus on anything. Maybe it would've been better if Hiroyuki hadn't come back. Wait, what am I thinking here? He's my friend. This isn't right. Yes Tora liked him, and that was fine with me. But still, why did all this have to happen? With no options left, I turned to Takahara for help.
Meeting with Takahara later that afternoon, we talked about the situation the three of us are now facing. After telling my side of the story, he stood still as he thought of something while rubbing his chin. All I could do while he thought was for me to play with my fingers. Minutes passed before he started to talk about his plan.
"I'll have them come to your competition tomorrow," Takahara said.
"Why there?"
"Because that's the only way you three could meet."
"Right..."
"Besides, we don't know if they'll come or not." He put one of his hands on my shoulder. "Even if they don't, don't leave things hanging."
With me nodding, the plan was settled. All that's left was to wait for them.
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*August 29. Morning. Hiroyuki's House. Hiroyuki's perspective.*
Kyouji came by today wanting to talk about what happened between me and Juuichi-san at the festival. It seemed like he already got a feeling of what happened back then. That aside, I gave him my side of the story and waited for his response.
"Did he tell you anything about Torahiko?" Kyouji asked.
"Tora? What's he got to do with this?"
"Oh right, you were gone by that time." He continued and told me that Tora eavesdropped on me and Juuichi-san during my confession, Juuichi-san confessing to Tora his feelings after their confrontation.
Tora was the person Juuichi-san liked? Why didn't I see this before? Whenever they were together, they always had this strange aura around them, something almost like familiarity. With Kyouji telling me about Juuichi-san's competition today, a plan came to mind.
"Let's go. But first, we need to get Tora."
\*\*\* *August 29. Morning. Ooshima Inn. Torahiko's perspective.*
Man, it's been boring the past week, me getting no word from either Juuichi-san or Hiroyuki. Okay, so we had feelings for the other and this situation's complicated for the three of us, but the least we could've done was to talk it out. But then, could we even face each other after all this? Gah, screw it! Let's just see what happens.
Just when I finished thinking to myself, the front door opened with a slam and there was Hiroyuki calling out to me. "Tora, quick, come with me!"
Wait, hold on. For a week, you never made any contact with me and now you're asking me to come with you? Did I fall asleep on the counter again? Pinching my arm to make sure this wasn't a dream, I felt pain coming from it. Yep, this is no dream.
"Uh, alright." I turned to the inside of the inn and called for Dad. "Dad, I'm going out."
Dad shouted back. "Alright."
With me getting out of the counter, Hiroyuki pulled my hand as he closed the front door. Outside, there was Kyouji with him.
"Where are we going?"
"To Juuichi-san's competition," Kyouji said.
A chill ran through my back after he said those words. Sure meeting him right now would allow us to put this matter to rest, but we still don't know how it'll end up. To be honest, it scared me. Even so, let nature take its course.
"Alright, let's go."
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*August 29. Noontime. Kazenari Martial Arts Hall. Juuichi's perspective*
Come on, Juuichi! What are you doing? This dog's nothing but a pushover for you. Don't let yourself get distracted. What matters right now is this match. But still, what would happen now? Are they here? Are they not? If they're not, what would I do? Just as the referee was about to call for the restart of the match, my eyes caught sight of Nishimura and Torahiko shouting cheers at me.
"Juuichi-san! You can do it!"
"If you don't win this one, I'll give you an even stronger punch!"
My eyes widened at the sight of the two. Really now, those guys can't sense the mood around here, can't they? Now, onwards with the match!
The match restarted, ending with me giving a sweeping leg throw at the dog. Looking back at it, those thoughts from before just seemed hilarious now. Ah, whatever. What's important is they're here. While going up to the benches to meet them, I saw Ten and Shun who were with them leaving as they went to the back. Oh right, we still have our match later.
The three of us got to talking again, us apologizing to each other for what led up to now. As my match with Ten was about to begin, we agreed to meet later to talk more. Win or lose, it doesn't matter. After this, we can settle everything.
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*August 29. Afternoon. Stairway at the back of the hall. Hiroyuki's perspective.*
The three of us sat in a circle on a flat area in the middle of the stairway, the sky tinted orange by the sunset. Even though we agreed to talk here, all we did for the past few minutes was to stare at each other. Well, with this setup of ours, would it be possible to talk with each other like normal? Tora liked me. I liked Juuichi-san. Juuichi-san liked Tora. We're friends yes, but this just felt awkward for us. Even so, nothing will come of this if we remained silent. Someone had to speak, and it looked like it was gonna be me.
I turned to Torahiko. "Tora."
"Huh, what?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, but I can't return your feelings. Truth is, I still like Juuichi-san."
"O-oh..." Tora said, looking down. Juuichi-san did the same, turning to his side.
"But..." I got up to my knees and looked closer at his face. "Could I ask from you a selfish request?"
"Sure. Anything!"
I took a deep breath and placed my hands on his shoulders. "Give Juuichi-san a chance."
"What?" Tora said, raising his brows.
"Nishimura," Juuichi-san said.
"It's crazy I know. But, you two have gotten so close to each other during the time I left. I don't want to be the one to ruin things for the both of you. So please Tora, for me..."
Tora clenched his hands. "I'll try."
Giving my word of thanks to the two of them while getting up and leaving them to be alone with each other, my footsteps could be heard while going down the stairway. They were loud enough to cover the almost silent sobs that came out of me while approaching the bottom. It's fine like this. The only thing I could do at this point was to wish for a good outcome for both of them.
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*August 29. Afternoon. Stairway at the back of the hall. Torahiko's perspective.*
Hiroyuki's words were heartbreaking, but to be honest, I expected it. Even when he looked like someone who doesn't care so much, he still had a lot of concern for his friends. That was one of the things I liked about him. So now, here I was with Juuichi-san, both of us not knowing what to do. Who's gonna speak first? Just then, Juuichi-san got up and went closer in front of me.
"You alright, Tora?" he asked.
"Yeah. Just fine."
"Look, It's alright for me even if-"
"Juuichi-san, how long have you had feelings for me?"
He paused for a moment. Looking to his side and scratching the back of his head, he started to speak again. "For a while now, maybe even before Nishimura left."
"That long? You mean, during middle school?"
"Yeah. To be honest with you, I felt kind of jealous when I see you and Nishimura together."
"Eh?"
"When I see you two playing together, I could feel something in my chest ache a little. Sometimes, thoughts would run in my mind: 'Hold me like that.' 'Talk to me like that.' It's strange and petty I know." Turning away from me, his face started to have a pained look. "But can't a guy wish for something like that at least?"
Seeing Juuichi-san in this state, the middle of my chest started to feel tight. This was the first he's expressed something like this to anyone, Kyouji maybe being an exception. Thinking of those times we've been together, a thought ran through my mind: I liked being with him. The times we spent together were very fun, though I get hurt at times because of my own stupidity. Even those times he would invite me to do something boring like sit by the lake were enjoyable, just us talking to each other.
Moving closer, I wrapped my arms around him and placed my head on his chest. The sweat on his fur and gi had almost dried up from the wind and the heat, making his scent stronger. His fat that covered the strong muscles that he had made him feel so soft. I gotta admit, this doesn't feel bad at all. It's very comforting.
"T-Tora!"
I let out a smile. "It's alright, Juuichi-san. I know it's a bit sudden, but we could try working things out, right?"
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*August 29. Afternoon. Stairway at the back of the hall. Juuichi's perspective.*
What more could be said? Tora hugging me was something I didn't expect to happen. Should I tell him to let go? Do I even want him to let go? For a long time, I only thought this could happen in a dream, yet here we were. My arms shook, resisting the urge to pull him closer. Tora noticed this.
"If you want to hug me back, just do it," he said.
Hearing those words from him, my body felt lighter. He was right, though. Why do I need to hold back? There's no distance between the two of us anymore. He already knew how I felt about him. Closing my eyes, I put my arms around him, pulling him closer while trying to hold back my tears. Just then, he looked up at my face and moved closer, his lips meeting mine as we kissed.
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*August 31. Morning. Minasato Bus Stop. Hiroyuki's perspective.*
Today was my last with everyone here. Although I wanted it to last longer, it just can't. Despite that, a lot of good memories were made this past month. What stood out the most was helping Juuichi-san and Torahiko get together. Yes, it still hurt that I got rejected, but seeing them back to their old selves was enough to make me happy.
While everyone was saying their goodbyes, they gave me various gifts: a wood carving of a plane by Tatsu-nii, a soccer ball signed by Kyouji and Soutarou-kun, sandwiches to eat on the way by Shin-kun, a copy of the lyrics me, Kouya, and Shun-kun thought of, a scrapbook by Kounosuke, and two box lunches made by Torahiko. Juuichi's parting gift was his own jacket, telling me to return it when I come back for winter break.
"I will."
"Good," he said,
Hearing the sounds of the bus' horn, it stopped in front of us, the conductor calling for the passengers. Before I did, I had Tora and Juuichi-san come closer, me whispering something to them.
"Take care of each other, okay?"
In agreement, Tora ruffled my hair, Juuichi-san pulling on his tail just to stop him.
Waving my hand and saying goodbye to everyone from the bus window as it started moving, I got back in when they started to get distant. Thank you, everyone. I'll never forget this. Juuichi-san, Tora, be happy together.
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*August 31. Morning. Minasato Bus Stop. Torahiko's perspective*
And there he goes. In just one month, all of us made up for those five years of being separated from Hiroyuki. We went to the beach, did camping together, enjoyed the Bon Festival, and played together when we watched the meteor showers. It could've lasted longer, but this is fine. There's still winter break, of course. Besides, why should I feel lonely? Juuichi-san's with me here.
"Well, it's time to go back to the inn," I said, putting my hands behind my head while turning my back towards Juuichi-san. Before I could take my first step, he stopped me.
"Wait, Tora."
"What?"
"Do you..." He looked to his right, his cheeks turning red. "... want me to walk with you?"
Finding his actions funny, I chuckled. When he's not looking like someone with a stick up his pants, he's very cute in his own way. Guess that's why Hiroyuki fell for him. Let's not waste this moment. It's time for Tiger Prince Ooshima to get some royal treatment.
"Sure, but you're carrying me by piggyback."
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*August 31. Noontime. Pathway along Minasato. Juuichi's perspective.*
Why did I have to ask him? This is just crazy, me carrying him all the way to the inn. Looking at it another way, this is a good form of training. That aside, Torahiko's arms placed on my shoulders felt good, the fur of them brushing on my neck. My back could also feel the rising and falling of his chest as he breathed, his face on the back of my neck.
Torahiko whispered to my ear. "You're cute, Juuichi-san."
"S-Shut up! Do that again and I'll leave you here."
Still, that made me happy. We'll have more moments like these as time passes by, but for now this is good, though the thought of Tora asking me to do this everyday is scary to think about. Just then, he tightened his hold on me and leaned his head near my shoulder.
"Tora?"
He didn't say a word; only his purring could be heard. Looks like he fell asleep. It's a long walk back to the inn anyway so for now, sleep tight, Tora. | FSE |
Title: Lessons from the Neighbor by Picklessauce69
Tags: Blowjob, Canine, Dog, Fellatio, Fucking, German Shepherd, Human, Humiliation, Knot, Leash, Licking, M/F, Non-Anthro, Revenge, Sex, Transformation, Vaginal, lesson, neighbors
"Unf..." A gush of stale air puffed out from Mako's pillow while his head pushed back into the beaten fluff and flattened it to the bed. The teen's eyes clenched shut, locking out the sunlight just starting to sneak through the break where the two sides of the curtain didn't meet. Though, even with his eyes open, neither of the dark hazel eyes would be visible through the sweeping bangs across his forehead and down towards his nose. Parted in the middle from the air shooting from the teen's lips with controlled release, the hair fell to the sides, only further covering his eyes while leaving a slice of his forehead bare. The squared jaw of his chin clenched tightly, though a distant glance would confirm he was asleep.
At least, that's the idea he'd told himself when the wailing song of the robin who'd nestled into the tree outside his window woke him up twenty minutes earlier than his alarm, just enough time to stuff his hand into his pants before his parents woke up.
"Uhh... Bailey... Gods, Bailey. Y-you don't have to do tha-! Oh god! Do that..." Beneath the shield of the blanket, the teenager's hand pumped in a steady, speeding pace while he imagined the popular girl from school, Bailey, sliding onto her knees while he waited in the lunch line, an unexplainably attractive fantasy. Dream- Mako's tray wobbled in his loose, clamp of a grip with the same erratic speed as his bobbing hand beneath the covers. Gusts of air slipped out from between his tight lips, shooting out in explosions that ruffled the top of the blanket.
"Unf... Unf..." His mumbled responses to Dream- Bailey disappeared as his breathing grew heavier and the hand beneath the blanket sped up again. The slick schlicks sound of his hand flying over his penis echoed in the room in high contrast to the silence of the house not yet awake for the day, except for the warbling call of the robin-Romeo outside whom only wanted to serenade the boy, not send him into a masturbating mania.
Against the baseboard of his bed, the teenager's toes curled around the edge of the wooden slate, as if locking him in place while his body gave a small jerk forward and the shifting blanket where the boy's hand fluttered beneath froze. Then, it shuffled faintly while he slowly worked the last oozing glob of cum from the tip of his cock. Breathing out in a slow gush, Mako let his eyelids flutter open only to drop between the his chest and the blanket to see the sticky spiderweb he'd sprayed onto his comforter.
"...Fuck." The boy rolled toward the side of the bed, feet pounding once in a soft tap on the rug when he landed then silencing as he carefully measured the pressure of each footfall while he peeled off the messied, fragrant blanket.
"God, Mako! You're stupid!" He muttered to himself, bundling up the blanket into a ball that he could carry down the stairs without flashing the smelly stain to any accidental viewers. With slow, careful steps, Mako made his way out of the parted doorway of his bedroom and down towards the basement where the laundry room was kept.
Down in the basement, Mako stuffed the thick blanket into the gaping mouth of the washer before dumping a heaping pile of stain remover into the creases of the comforter. For a moment, with the dumbfounded concentration of sleepiness, he stared at the white powder while it rolled down the shape of the blanket, a soap avalanche, but before he fell into a standing comatose state, a sharp yip from outside distracted him. Shuffling to the small window just above ground level, Mako peered through the grass growing just a bit too tall to clearly see, catching a glimpse of the neighbor's dog and Mako's long time, pseudo- pet.
"Ah, looks like Sam is up and moving, meaning that Shalia is most likely gardening." Mako thought aloud while shutting the door of the washer and letting the spin cycle begin, whiring behind him while he retreated up the stairs only to run right into his mother's chest.
"Oh!" The middle aged woman jumped back slightly with the impact of her son into her chest. Through her thin nightgown, the woman's free breasts jiggled with the impact as well, making Mako's eyes shoot into rounded disks beneath the sweep of his hair. "Mako, what are you doing up so early?"
Mako's saucers swung away from the sight of his mother's chest jostling within the white fabric of her gown, unconstrained by a bra yet this early in the morning. "Uhhh, I... wanted to get my bedsheets washed while I was at school so they'd be clean for tonight. They were starting to smell like sweat, ya know how it is.. teenage boy..." He trailed off, choosing to stare down at his bare feet instead of seeing his mother's pert nipples poking at the fabric, awake and eager beneath the loose fabric.
"Oh yes! I understand completely! Speaking of sweat, you should get upstairs and shower before breakfast!" She swatted his thigh, close enough to his groin to make him flinch, before the frazzled teenager scurried up the stairs.
Beneath the spray of the shower, Mako finally started to wake up. Blinking his eyes, the teen shook his head to clear the water before he looked towards the window perched high towards the ceiling, spotting the neighbor he'd thought of earlier. Dressed in low-rise yoga pants that clung to the shapely curve of her plump behind, Shalia sat on her knees in front of a row of squat rose bushes, each with their own hue of red or pink, though the centermost bush glowed pure white. Staring, Mako felt his cock throb back to life beneath the towel he absently curled around his waist and his mind wandered back to his first visit to the neighborhood he currently lived.
"Mako! Go outside and play while Mommy and Daddy go over the business!" A dismissive hand waved out of the door of the modern, suburban home the family investigated once Mako's reach had expanded past the bars of a crib and out into the cramped space of the office the family of three had at the current time. Curious to the surrounding neighborhood, young Mako had eagerly toddler- walked into the green expanse of lawn, a luxury he'd never experienced within the neverending sandpaper carpet of the apartment complex. To the toddler, the apartment complex had been the world up until now. If they had left, letting him charge on his own two feet, he'd tuckered out and climbed into someone's arms for a nap just before they'd exited the building, giving him a limited view of the world.
Diving into the fresh, albeit overgrown, grass of his eventual home, Mako caught the attention of the neighbor's puppy, a gleaming bundle of black, German Shepherd fur. Curiosity as familiar to her as the toddler, Sam charged over to investigate the strange new creature, instantly causing him to shriek with a yell of pure, unadulterated, childish joy. All four adults involved came running, Mako's parents and Sharia all three horrified at first, while the realtor showing them the house only felt mild annoyance at the possibility of a child's bedroom no longer being a selling point in the case the child had been killed. However, when the four converged onto the grass, Mako had encircled Sam's neck with his chubby arms and the puppy had fallen on top of them, giving them the appearance of naive lovers, tangled on the grass.
Instantly, Daralyn turned to the realtor with a grin, "We'll take it." The realtor nearly fistpumped, though she did feel mildly bad at having felt so little sympathy in the case that the child had died- that feeling passed by the time she got paid though, if not even earlier.
"I must have heard that story so many times I just memorized it..." the teenager mumbled to himself while shucking on a pair of jeans carelessly, instead focusing his attention out the window to watch the neighborhood while it woke up. Other than Shalia, whom he tried to avoid staring at in the hopes of keeping his penis in control, other neighbors began to fall into their morning traditions. Elderly women headed to the driveway to pluck up the newspaper for their husband to read while he drank his coffee, only to all notice each other and to gather in the street gossiping in their bathrobes. Small children danced in front of open, bay windows in front of morning cartoons while mothers accidentally walked in front of the bathroom window without shirts on. Spotting a droopy pair of wrinkled breasts, Mako averted his eyes and finished dressing watching the floor instead. Once dressed, he jogged through the kitchen to snatch a stray apple for breakfast and continued outside.
"Sam!" Mako called in a clipped voice once outside, smiling as the jet black German Shepherd shot over towards him. She slammed carelessly into his legs, rocking him back onto the grass where she tackled the human, tongue coating his neck and cheeks with the sheen of saliva in greeting.
Laughing, Mako pushed a hand to her plush chest, "I get it! I get it. Hi to you too, Sammy girl."
From her place at her roses, Shalia's head perked up towards the boy. "Morning, Mako!"
The teenager glanced towards his neighbor, raising a hand in a wave before he lifted himself from the grass, dusted off his jeans, and trotted towards the woman, who unlike his mother had put a bra on that morning.
"Good morning yourself."
The two fell into idle conversation while Sam meandered through the maze of their legs in a circle.While Shalia listened to the latest list of locations Mako's dad headed to, testing the local trees for a spreading woodland disease, Sam licked along the woman's bare shins to clean off the thin sheen of sweat off the skin. Then, as Sam switched over to taste- testing Mako's jeans, he rambled about Bailey.
"She's in my English class, but she's in the more advanced math and science classes- so I only see her once in a while. She let me buy her lunch last week though! I mean... she didn't sit with me afterwards, but that's because she had already promised her friends she'd sit with them. I-it just shows she's loyal to them. She's not too good at math either, sometimes she stop by my table and gets help- she wouldn't just ask anyone! I think it's a sign!"
Sharia nodded along with the boy's love- struck monologue, but when the yellow hue of the bus appeared at the end of the block she hurriedly ushered him out towards it, despite the fact that she often drove him to school when their familiar chats ran too long. Today, however, she couldn't continue to listen to him ramble so hopelessly about some girl who was obviously only using him.
The school day started with a slow crawl and continued at the same, dreary pace until English class. Walking in, Mako perked up from the zombie- like shuffle of the rest of the day and into a twitching squirrel searching for a nut. His eyes began to dart from side to side across the room, sweeping over the students already collected inside. A boy in a sweatshirt already slumped over one of the desks towards the far edge of the room. His head rested on his arm while the sheen of drool glistened on his lip. Just behind him, a petite redhead whose cheeks were dotted with freckles squirmed in her seat and stared towards his back with admiration- an innocent girl thinking he was a thrilling "bad" boy. In the middle of the room, a pack of girls squeezed together with conspiratory giggling, but Mako's eyes glazed over them unconcerned. His eyes only search for one girl in particular. Then, he saw her.
With a slouchy leather purse strung over one shoulder and her textbook held loosely up to her chest, Bailey Wescott entered the classroom. Long, thick hair hung loose over her shoulders. The hair bounced slightly with each step, full with obvious, natural body. From behind the sweep of her bangs, thick eyelashes stared up from a smooth face. Only a small streak of eyeliner swept off from the corner of her eye, though her lips were a bright pink. Around her neck, a long gold chain drew the eyes down to the end where a stop watch pendant hung open, clock face showing against the thick knit of her crisp white sweater. The fabric hung loose, drooping partly off one shoulder and hanging low over top of a short, ruffled skirt in a pale pink shade. On her long legs, thin rose- colored tights matched her lips and hid her bare skin. While she strode in, her short, heeled boots clicked lightly on the floor.
"Good morning, Mrs. Avery," she chirped, flashing a glimpse of her crisp, white smile towards the teacher who still lingered behind own desk. The frumpy teacher lit up at the greeting, waving a plump hand back in Bailey's direction while the girl strode to her desk in the front row.
Hurriedly, Mako stumbled into the chair beside her. In the process, his notebooks spilled out over the desk whisking away his one and only pencil to skitter across the floor. "I... uh... hello..." He whimpered, looking down at the pile of materials on his desk as though they had purposely done this. Pure hatred glowed in his eyes for a moment before he switched his gaze over to Bailey again to catch her mid-stretch, breasts pulling up in the air, no longer hidden behind her textbook. The glob of air he had intended to exhale caught in his throat and Mako gave a small wheeze before the sudden scream of the bell above signaled the start of class and sent the teen scrambling towards his pencil on the floor.
Gripping his pencil tightly to avoid another scramble on the floor, Mako settled back into his seat only to have Bailey reach into her purse hanging from her side in search of her chapstick. Her voice mumbled out a soft 'Sorry" before her hair grazed his arm and he glimpsed down the slouching fabric of her sweater.
"Eek!" he squeaked, fetching a glare from Professor Avery, who'd launched into the refreshing lesson on semi- colons and a tirade about their wonderful utility; Mako, honestly, didn't believe her.
Once his heart rate had returned to a healthy jog, Mako let his eyes flicker back over to the blonde beside him, tracing along the shape of her profile with his eyes. In front of the classroom, their teacher stomped side to side with a ruler waving in one hand, but Mako's attention remained unwavering. That is until a hand waved in front of his unwavering stare with a pointed glare flashing out from behind the splayed fingers. Then, a harsh whisper jetted against his cheek. "Mako? Hello? Do you need something?"
Pink streaking across his cheek, Mako ducked behind his own sweep of hair. "Not at all!" From behind the brown hair streaked with a rusty red, Mako averted his gaze up to the clock above their ranting teacher's head and watched as the minutes of the class slowly ticked down to zero. When the bell at last shouted their released, the captive class poured into the hallway and Bailey's blonde head was lost into the mass.
Students streamed to their respective places at their lockers, jamming things into their bags and arms before they charged out into freedom past the school's front doors. Mako followed the accepted pattern and plodded dutifully to his own metal cubby. Once ladened with textbooks and loose paper, the teen swiveled and headed down the hall to the doors and out into the pale sun of arriving night time.
Turning onto his daily walk home, Mako spotted a familiar shine of golden beneath the sun's fading rays. "Bailey!?"
She jumped slightly, but turned towards him with a small clicking of her heels on the cement of the sidewalk. One well-manicured finger swept her hair back from her eye where it spilled over her face, and she peered towards him with an intense, greeting stare. Instead of her textbook held to her chest, she now had a bookbag hanging off her shoulder along with her purse stuffed with her homework. In the faint chill of the afternoon, she'd added a slouchy beret on top of her golden pile of hair. "Oh, hello, Mako. What brings you here?"
Without the stress of the classroom, Mako ambled easily forward and twitched his neck slightly to send his hair to the side. "This is the way I walk home. Which begs the question, why are you here. You live-" He cut himself off, avoiding dropping stalkerish tidbit of her exact address- 6642 Oak road, across the football field behind the art museum. "Across town, right?"
A piece of hair broke out of the smooth swish when her head bobbed, and a sudden urge to carefully tuck it back behind her ear bubbled inside Mako's chest. The small wisp curled against the bridge of her nose and caught on her long eyelash like a beam of sunlight appearing across her features. Terror bobbing in his throat, trying to suffocate him before he could act, Mako leaned forward just enough to smoothly tuck the hair back beneath the brim of her hat. Her mouth dropped into a subtle "O" of surprise, but then curled into a small smile. "That's right. I'm actually going to the dentist right now."
Without thinking, Mako blurted, "Why? Your teeth are perfect!"
Bailey chuckled, letting her shoulder lightly bump into his. "You're sweet," she admitted while they turned onto Mako's street. For a moment, the teen stared forward blankley, blindsided by the compliment, but then a huge grin broke across his features.
"That's my middle name!" He chirped, making the girl wince slightly behind her curled lips.
"Mako Sweet? That sounds like an advertisement for toothpaste." Bailey's bell of a laugh chimed softly, but was interrupted by an explosion of barking when Sam tore into the yard of Shalia's house. Tail flying side to side, the black whirlwind of fur dashed from side to side with excitement at her playmate's return. However, from beside him on the sidewalk, Bailey gave a small grunt of displeasure.
"I hate dogs," she shared with a small shake of her head. "My mother has a massive mutt and always make me walk the dumb thing! Every night! It's disgusting! I have to carry poop baggies! Poop baggies! That's disgusting! A little baggie, just for poop! And the huge thing just drags me down the sidewalk with no control or training! Ugh, worthless beast."
Mako didn't blink for an entire beat of their feet on the ground, but then stirred with a tremor in his voice. "Ah... Yeah, I get you. I hate them too."
In the break of conversation between the two after Mako's reluctant lie, Sam leapt up against his chest in hopes of understanding why he wasn't responding. His hand hadn't stretched out over her nose, patted onto the top of her head, or tugged playfully on her tail! He hadn't flicked his eyes to her with a playful wide- eyed look that'd send her skittering excitedly off around the house. He hadn't even acknowledged her existence. Despite her concern, Sam's tail wagged behind her while she drew her tongue up Mako's neck in a greeting kiss- an I- forgive- you- for- ignoring- me gesture and then a wet nosed poke into his ear to remind him that she also forgave him for leaving her while he went to school.
"He sure seems to like you?" Bailey pondered aloud, giving Mako a small, confused expression while she fished her phone from her pocket and looked distractedly down to the screen.
"It's a girl," Mako instantly corrected, before catching himself and hurriedly adding, "It's just my neighbor's stupid dog. Annoying really-"
Unperturbed, Sam licked his cheek again, hello, human! Mako grunted with false disgust and shoved both hands against her chest, sending both her paws back onto the concrete with a small thunk. However, his obvious hint didn't make it through to the dog and Sam trotted back up to him eagerly, rubbing her cheek into his thigh before she thought perhaps he was trying to push her back into her yard- which she knew she was supposed to stay in. Excited to have solved the problem, she darted to the edge of the yard and stood staring at him, mouth in an open and adoring pant.
"You like dogs?" Bailey asked, looking up from her screen with a small look of hurt flashing in her eyes, sensing his lie by the expression of pure joy on the dog's face and the obvious familiarity between the two.
Mako panicked, thinking that if caught in this lie he'd lose any chance with Bailey he had, and dropped to grab a smooth stone which he chucked towards the dog, smacking into her thigh. Sam's eyes widened with shock while she yipped out with the sharp bite of pain from the rock. Confusion still swirled in her dark, canine eyes before the dog turned and fled towards the house with her tail tucked up towards her injured thigh.
"You dumbass! It was just being nice! Or trying to! What's wrong with you!?" Bailey grunted with disgust once again, though now regarding him; and, with a small shake of her head, she picked up her pace towards the dentist and away from the conversation with Mako.
From the house, the curtain of the front window fluttered back into place while Shalia swiveled on her heel. "Well, then..." She said aloud into the emptiness of the house. Outside, Mako stayed oblivious to the fact that she'd seen everything.
Kicking at the grass of his own lawn, Mako trudged around the house to the back door where they kept the spare key tucked into a small pocket on a false leaf in a thick, overgrown bush. His chin rested against his chest while he walked, bobbing slightly while he grumbled with self- pity. "Stupid girl can't make up her mind. I lied for no fuckin' reason now. I can't believe her. Women are so stupid, why isn't life more like porn? Then everything would be fine! I could just be a plumber; they get laid plenty in porn! Or an officer worker... or a teacher..."
From her own house, Shalia watched Mako's slow, pensive stroll around his house and she looked to Sam's wide, hurt eyes from where the dog sat at her feet. "Come on, girl. Let's go teach him a lesson."
"...or a homeless man... or a father... or just a guy who walks around in bars and on streets with a camera- Shalia?" Mako's head perked up when he saw the neighbor approaching. With each step, her floor length maxi skirt swished to the other side with her purposeful stride forward. Trailing behind, with a timid expression with both ears to her head, Sam followed behind her owner's legs. At the sight of the dog, especially with her tail tucking back between her thighs slightly, Mako winced and looked to Shalia stern expression, "Look, Shalia-"
"No. You, shut up."
Mako's mouth stopped producing sound, but still hung open for a minute before he meekly reeled his lower jaw back up to rest soundly against its upper cousin. Once he stared up at her, silent and dumbfounded, Shalia opened fire.
"How dare you! You cannot just hurt an animal who loves and trusts you for a girl! Especially a girl! You have no right to hurt any animal, ever; but, to hurt the animal who has loved you and watched over you since you were in diapers is blasphemous. To make matters even worse, that girl couldn't give a shit about you, Mako! You "get" to pay for her lunch, but you don't get to sit with her? Who wouldn't accept free lunch? And she gets your help on homework, you're smart and you adore her so it's most likely a nice ego inflation for her. She is never going to like you, so you can stop chucking stones at innocent dogs to impress her, Mako," with a shuddering breath inwards, Shalia finally paused. Mako's jaw had escaped again and hung wide open. Beneath his shock, a small twist of hurt showed in his puckered lips and the wetness pooling at the corner point of his eye. For a moment, the older woman stayed silent and just stared down at him, enjoying the effect she'd had with her outburst.
However, once she'd calmed slightly, Shalia lowered her voice. "Do you know what I did before I moved here? Before I met you tumbling on the lawn with my dog?" When Mako didn't respond, she continued unperturbed. "I was a dog trainer, but I had a hobby in history, ancient tricks, so to say." Her hand lowered onto Sam's head against her leg, rubbing gently along the temple of the dog's head. Her voice lowered even further into a soft hiss.
"I believe you need to be taught a lesson, you see. You hurt Sam for no reason because you don't understand her life, her placement. If you could take a walk in Sam's shoes, perhaps you'd understand more, as they say. So, I'm going to swap your roles in life. Sam will settle into your lifestyle and you can step into hers until you've learned a lesson."
A silence settled amongst the trio. Mako stood frozen still, one foot cocked up onto his back step, but the other still waiting on the grass below. Shalia became a statue, expectantly waiting for Mako to understand the magnitude of what she'd said. Even Sam, head leaned into her owner's leg, stood still except for her confused tail waving slightly behind her.
The chord of silence snapped when Mako choked out a relieved laugh, shaking his head side to side while the sound wheezed out. "Wow, you had me scared for a second there, Shalia! Sorry, Sammy Girl!" He laughed again and swiveled towards the door of his house. However, before he turned fully around his legs wobbled beneath him and the short step up onto the concrete steps of the back porch seemed an impossible task.
"W-wah?" Mako's voice caught in his throat, trapped by the trick woven for him by his unseeming neighbor. While Mako struggled with a voice he no longer controlled, Sam began to shift on the grass.
Her digitigrade legs stretched out and elongated while her torso began to lift up still, her hips sat vertical to her expanding legs. Instead of the harsh bend that allowed for her to run with the power of a dog, her legs stretched up to only bend gently at the joint. At the end of her stretching legs, her long claws began to sink backwards while her toes expanded and settled back into wide toes. At the same time, the foot grew longer and more slender.
While her lower half shifted, the expression of her muzzle showed innocent confusion, though it too began to shift while her muzzle reshaped into an oval- formed face. The huge circles of her eyes remained huge and rounded, but the brows above them stretched and thinned out and her eyelashes began to thicken as though nature applied mascara to each lash. Her ears folded back and melted into her hair, disappearing until they began to take shape on either side of her head instead, keeping the slightest point of their old triangular form at the very tip.
Then, her lifted torso began to shape further. Rather than the rounded, barrel- shaped chest of her canine body, her frame thinned as it lifted upwards. The first pair of nipples, buried in her fur, began to stretch outwards atop the gentle slope of a breast while the remaining groupings melted back into the skin, only freckles beneath her coat.
Ignoring Sam's transformation happening just behind her, Shalia leaned forward closer to Mako's whimpering mouth. "You see, Mako, to the rest of the world you are now as Sam was- a dog, but to yourself you will remain a human until you began to accept the role further. Then, you will gradually change into your role completely. You will step into the shoes yourself that way." Sinking to the grass with his wobbling knees, Mako opened his jaws to scream, but only whines escaped. A high pitched squeaked worked out from his nose, making it twitch on his face. With a delighted clap of her hands, Shalia stepped forward slightly with a tight, delighted sneer. "Not only will you be a German Shepherd, but you'll be a female, precisely, a bitch."
From behind, Sam stumbled up from the ground with a small shake in her ankle, unfamiliar with balancing on only two legs versus her usual four. Her body had fully formed into the lithe shape of a human teenager, complete with a pair of perky, jutting breasts at her chest. With a small husky edge to her voice, lingering from her growl of a voice before, Sam's finger jutted forward. "How dare you throw a rock at me to impress some random skank and deny our friendly bond!" Raising her voice to an angry tone, Sam felt a rush of adrenalin that drove forward another wobbly step and a fresh wobble of her newly formed breasts. The jiggle of flesh guided her gaze down to notice that her fur had begun to flutter off onto the ground to reveal the smooth porcelain skin beneath- naked skin. Two hands, fingers long and slender, drew up to her breasts and her thin thighs pushed together instinctively to hide the glimpse of her bare folds. "We have known each other for years! You visit every day!" Her bottom lip wobbled and her eyelashes fluttered quickly together to stop a rush of emotional tears from escaping. "A-and-"
A arm curled around Sam's shoulder and helped to cover the swell of her two breasts. "That's enough, Sam. We'll get you some clothes first." Her gaze turned towards Mako with a sharp tone, "Remove your clothes. You won't be needing them for a while anyway."
Mako looked past Shalia, ignoring her. "Look, I'm sorry."
Instantly, Shalia's eyes instantly hardened into a narrow glare. Rather than the friendly neighbor who did yoga too publically and too often neglected a bra when she went to the mailbox, revenge supplied a surge of power to transform her into something more, a menace. "Looks like you are opting for the hard way, Mako."
A hand jutted out and pointed down towards the ground in front of her feet, and in a hard voice, Shalia commanded"Lie down and roll over."
Mako's leg twitched before he felt himself slide down to the ground, stuffing his nose down into the grass while he tried to push himself back onto his feet. However, his body twisted away from him and roll onto his back instead. Against his will, his body obeyed her command to lie down and roll over, exposing his belly to her while his cheeks deepened to a soft rouge of an embarrassed color. Once he was on the ground, Shalia paused over top of him, staring down. "You'll listen, Mako, like a well- trained dog would. Since Sam was so well- trained you'll be just as obedient. Now, since you chose not to listen to me by choice when I gave it to you, I'll have to do this myself."
Slowly, the woman lowered herself to her knees and hunched over him. Her fingers grazed his thigh before they zeroed in on the button of his jeans, popping it open with a small flick.
"H-hey! What are you doing?!" Though Mako's voice came out mostly as a pathetic whine, Shalia seemed to understand what he wanted to say and sneered down for a moment before her face softened into a motherly stare, as though he needed the help and guidance she was giving him.
"You didn't listen to me, Mako, so, now you have to go through the same process without your control like a dog who won't sit. If your dog won't sit, what do you do? You shove it's butt to the ground until it understands what sit means and that when I say "sit", it sits. That's exactly what will happen to you." Then, her hands scooped back into his jeans and yanked them off his butt and down along his legs. His boxers quickly followed, pooling around his ankles before a final tug popped them off his toes. Grabbing the ankle, Sam tugged the pants up before she began to shimmy into them. Her hips swaying side to side in a small wiggle, Sam began to work her pert ass down into the shape of the jeans. Mako's eyes momentarily locked onto the pale skin of the nude human, stunned by the slope of her back leading down to a naked toosh that stuck backwards further into view while she hopped into his jeans. Once the button clicked closed though, he snapped back to attention to Shalia grabbing for his shirt.
"No! Stop! What do you think you're doing! This is molestation!" Mako cried out, glaring up to Shalia's face while she tugged his shirt up to expose his bare, pale stomach.
Instead of reacting as he'd imagined an adult faced with this threatening commentary, Shalia barked out a harsh laugh. "Are you kidding? To anyone else you're a dog wearing clothing! How ridiculous! And Sam is a naked girl in the middle of a suburban backyard!" Her hand yanked up hard on his shirt to force it over his head. Then, she tossed it over to Sam, who quickly slid into it. Either breast pushed up into the fabric, straining against the shirt that wasn't made to house a bosom, let alone a full swell of her chest. The small bead of her nipple poked into the fabric, making a small point visible to the male.
Then, Shalia wrenched the boy's ankle-high converse shoes without bothering to fully unlace them. The hard jerk caused Mako's back to tug across the grass, streaking his bare skin with a streak of green- grass stain and flecks of dirt from beneath. Again, Sam snatched up the offered clothes and dressed quickly.
Once the girl had on pants, shirt, and shoes; Shalia glanced to Sam approvingly before she dropped both hands and removed Mako's socks. "What? Even my socks!?" He cried, but only a whine of disbelief left his mouth. With his socks and underwear in a small pool at his feet, Mako starred with utter disbelief as Sam swished her hair with a scoff of disgust, "This will have to do until I can go to the mall!"
Blinking, Mako squirmed on the ground. "This is ridiculous! You didn't even use my socks or boxers! Why did you take them off!?" His voice rang high- pitched, shrill like a yipping puppy.
From her stance above, Sam grinned and gave an agreeable- looking nod. "You're so right! Let me compensate for you!" She plucked her own former collar up from the grass where it'd settled and snapped it around the male's throat with a small click. Once it closed, she gently tugged the leather, making him gag. "Just checking!" she chirped, looking sweet. Once she straightened, she turned sharply, "Oh and it's Samantha, from now on!"
Shalia smiled slightly with amused affection before she waved a hand towards their house and car, "Why don't you go wait in the car, Samantha." While Sam trotted off towards the car, swaying her butt as though she still had a tail to wag, Shalia clicked the dog's former leash onto the collar current snug around Mako's neck and gave a small tug. "We'll have Daralyn babysit you until we're done shopping!"
When Mako didn't move from where he lay on the ground, Shalia tugged again on the leash and made his collar jerk up against his neck. Mako squirmed on the ground, but only glared up to the woman. Eye narrowing in return, Shalia tugged hard on the leash, enough to make the collar tighten a notch around his throat, and barked, "Come!"
Against his will, Mako's legs shifted up onto his knees and shuffled him to Shalia's side before sitting back on his heels again, patiently waiting. Trapped in his head like a spectator, Mako winced at the humiliation of crawling forward, naked to his older neighbor's side. From her spot above, he could feel her eyes boring down on his head, inspecting his bare hind end while it shuffled side to side in his awkward crawl.
"Now that's much better, isn't it, Fido?" she sneered, tugging gently on the leash to pull him forward again. Again, Mako tried to disobey, but a sharp smack against Shalia's thigh made his knees shuffle forward eagerly, as though he truly loved to follow her commands.
Smirking, Shalia flicked her own hair with the same snotty scoff, "Now that's better!" Her fingers tugged gently on the leash and guided Mako's shuffling knees forward around the house to the front porch where he labored over the wooden steps on his knees and onto the rough welcome mat.
Pushing the unlocked door open, Shalia entered the house of her familiar friend. "Daralyn!? Are you home?" The woman shut the front door before turning the corner towards the kitchen with Mako still in tow. As she rounded the corner, a call came from within the kitchen alerting her to the woman's location.
"Shalia! Hi! I'm just working on curing the meat for tonight's supper! Come on in! Can I get you a drink? I have a margarita mix... or we could make sangrias... or just tequila shots. Is it five yet?"
Chuckling, Shalia shook her head while she held out the leash attached to Mako's neck. "It's five o' clock somewhere! Though, sadly, I was wondering if you could babysit Sam for me."
Daralyn scoffed playfully, but nodded. "Of course I can! I was just planning on going for a jog soon anyways, Sammy girl can join me! Right, Sammy?" She cooed down to the dog before dropped back onto her heels to stare directly down at Mako, making him flinch away. She grabbed for his head, but Mako squirmed backwards. His cheeks burned with a bright red blush at the thought of his mother seeing him nude on his hands and knees, collared and dragged around on a leash by her long- time bosom friend!
While Daralyn saw him as a German Shepherd, everytime he looked down at himself he saw his bare chest and his bobbing, exposed shaft. Sensing his reaction, Shalia nudged him forward with her knee, "Aww, go say hi to your favorite auntie, Sammy!"
Mako flushed deeper, head dipping down while he shuffled forward into his mother's petting hand. She stroked over his hair once and then straightened. "Silly dog! She probably just smells all the strange spices on my hands."
Shalia agreed with Daralyn and excused herself, leaving Mako wide eyed beside the kitchen island while his mother hummed to herself and fell back into the rhythm of her cooking. Standing at the counter, she swayed her hips slowly side to side with a phantom tune in her head, starting to sing out loud to Mako.
Sitting on the floor, Mako's cheeks burned with color. The cold temperature of the linoleum flooring only reminded him of his lack of pants, underwear, or anything for that matter. Every little beep of some utensil in the kitchen made him twitch in place and shuffle towards the island more, trying to hide his nudity against it. The worst part was Daralyn's small, friendly glances of her shoulder. Only a short stare, each glimpse of her eyes boring down at him made Mako tremor on the tile, expecting that next time she looked she'd suddenly realize he was only her son, naked and curled into a ball and not an innocent canine staring up towards her plump ass while she cooked.
Nevertheless, Daralyn never saw through the glamour that portrayed Mako as a canine, and soon she'd finished her cooking and patted her thigh to draw Mako up the stairs so she could change for her jog. "Come on, Sammy!" she hollered, making the teen-turned-dog rush to crawl up the scratchy carpeted floors.
Once in the bedroom, Daralyn spotted her overflowing laundry bin. "Oh! I should throw a load in!" She chirped, gathering her jogging shorts (with built in panties!) and a tight- fitting tank top with (with extra support!). With Mako sitting at the end of the bed, bare rump pointed to the bed in hopes of minimizing how exposed he felt, Daralyn began to change. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she slowly peeled it up off her head while she watched herself in the mirror. As the fabric traveled up, her taut stomach came into view inch by inch until the underside of her breasts peeked out. Once her breasts were visible, she carefully unhooked the shirt from beneath them and lifted it off. There, she paused to admire her breasts, still perky at her age, in the floor length mirror. Idly, she cupped a hand beneath one and lifted it slightly before releasing it to let the flesh jiggle freely for a moment. Then, she moved smoothly on to her pants, rolling them down off her butt as she bent over at the waist. Mako couldn't pull his gaze away from the incestuous, accidental strip tease, and his exposed shaft throbbed with the nudity in front of him and the increasing scent of femininity from the air. The fabric of her pants clung to the shapely form of her hips and rolled off with torturous slowness, forcing Mako to either stare guiltily up at his mother's slowly appearing form or drag his gaze away and force it to stop from wandering back to her. When her pants at last pooled onto the floor, the slow process began again with her dainty panties, which dropped down to show the plump shape of her lower lips, parted enough to see a glimpse of the pink between them, glistening with her natural lubricant.
Mako swallowed a bobbling lump of aroused, inner guilt. Naked in front of the mirror, his mother posed with her hips slightly jutted to one side while she grazed her fingers along the shape of her curves, hard won with a daily exercise routine and jogging. "One more week and I'll be able to wear that nice skirt!" She motivated herself with a glance over to the closet where a slender black-silk skirt hung, complete with a long slit up the side. Turning to Mako she posed with her hands sliding down her sides, "What do you think, Sam? Isn't my darling husband a lucky man with a wife like me?"
Faced with his mother's full- frontal nudity and the blooming image of his father being "lucky", Mako felt his stomach lurch forward slightly before his eyes actually processed his mother in front of him. Like Shalia, age seemed to have little hold on her. Down over her shoulders, her long chestnut hair parted across either side of her chest. Subtle waves kinked through the hair, giving it motion while it hung down over her nude body. Beneath the veil, plump, pink nipples poked out from the swell of her full breasts. Rounded and full, yet still perky her chest matched the wide shape of her womanly curves. Those curves led down into wide, powerful thighs- toned from jogging daily. Reflected in the mirror, her ass bounced pertly with her small spin and held its rounded, muscled shape. Lower down, her tan legs tapered into a petite ankle and the dainty, small feet she pedicured often.
Forgetting their relation, Mako felt his cock throb to life between his thighs, bobbing up to his naked stomach. When the grazing touch of his heated cock jerked his attention of his mother's flat stomach and the swelling shape of her pussy, his cheeks burned red. The milf giggled at the sight of the dog since, while she didn't see the blush on through the thick, black fur, she did see the blitzed out stare of the canine's eyes, glittering up with adoration.
"Little pervy, lezzy doggie, you!" She laughed before plucking her jogging pants off the bed while she bent to grab her dirty panties from the floor. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the aromatic panties towards the laundry basket.
The lacy little bundle sailed through the air in a smooth, slow motion arc; and as though a hand reached out and pulled him towards it, Mako threw himself towards the trajectory. His mouth stretched up and open, tongue even unfurling the pathetic length it could leave his true, humanoid mouth, and it snatched up the scented panties.
Instantly, the rich scent swarmed into his nose. To Daralyn viewing, his eyes drooped shut and his nostrils flared with pulsing breaths. Greedily, like an addict puffing in their drug, he breathed deeply on her scent while rushing to her feet to plop the tossed panties down like the stick in a game of fetch.
Shrill, amused laughter exploded from Daralyn's mouth. The sound sparked in Mako's ears and sent his blush bursting back over his cheeks, but to Daralyn he looked like a sheepish, but happy canine. Still chuckling, she dropped onto her knees- still nude- and curled both arms around his, to her, plush neck. "Such a good puppy fetching for me like that!"
Her fingers dug down into the fur the glamour produced for her fingertips, massaging down into his skin beneath with gently little circles while cooing into his ear. "Such a good girl. Who's a good girl? You're a good girl! Yes, you are! My sweet, little fetching machine! Did you fetch my panties for me? Yes, you did. Oh, yes, you did!"
Her creamy, babying tone sent his blush deep down the slope of his throat, but her touch also made him twitch with soothed delight. Fading back, her voice softened to him while he relished in the sensation of her massaging, petting touch on his body.
Then, spurred by his canine enjoyment of such a basic, primal act of affection- petting, fur began to sprout off his body. The same, thick black pelt that decorated the glamour of Sam's previous body began to spread over his, like a warm blanket settling into place. Lost in the massage from his mother's hands and the grazing touch of her warm, naked body beside him, Mako didn't notice until his nipples felt pricked while they expanded and thickened in their furry embrace and several more pairs streamed down his stomach, each duo the same pearly pink as they peeked out from the black fluff around them.
Suddenly pulling back and patting his head, Daralyn straightened again. "Good girl, now let me get dressed! I have some jogging to do! In fact, we both have some jogging to do!" Mako pulled back with a lingering feeling of her hands stroking down over the slope of his head, and then turned to the mirror. Both eyes shot open wide at the spread of black fur over his body. While his human shape remained, Mako's skin all the way onto his eyelids was a jetted, midnight black. With a small whimper escaping his lips, Mako turned from the sight only to feel a little tug on his collar as the leash was plucked up from the ground and Daralyn led him down the stairs, "Off for our jog!"
Shuffling on his knees down from the porch, Mako gave a small tremble with humiliation at the sun streaming down onto what still felt like his exposed, naked body. His cock, still semi-hard from his mother's accidental show, flopped to his stomach while his balls swung beneath him with Daralyn's quick speed walk. "Come on, girlie! Pick up the pace! I know it's been a while since you ran with me, but pick up the pace! You're running as slow as Mako does!" Her shrill laugh tinkled out in the air, unaffected by her increasing pace.
For a moment, confusion addled his brain, but after a minute he remembered his one jogging trip with his mother- meant to assist in increasing his speed for the mile in the gym class he shared with Bailey the year before. He'd worn shorts too small, saved from the year prior before their spring shopping spree to get replacements. They'd ridden high on his ass and bunched against his balls with each stride, forcing him to run without spreading his legs too far and thrusting the sensitive sacks into the unforgiving clench of the fabric. To further the issue, he's been terribly out of shape; skinny but weak after a school year of sitting in a desk and faking through gym class, and his mother had been well into her workout routine for months. Originally, she stayed by his side offering assistance for his stride, hand positioning, and breathing; but eventually gave up and lapped his six times around the loop at the park. He hadn't jogged since.
Remembering the event and the self-pity that followed, Mako once again blushed beneath his fur coat and lowered his head- only to have the collar tugged sharply. "Keep up, Sam! I know you can! You're a German Shepherd after all! Made to keep up with police after all! Come on! I'm a criminal, chase me!" She giggled with girlish delight, still not bothered by the jogging pace. She trailed slightly in front of Mako, forcing him to look up into the jiggling shape of her ass- which he knew was bare beneath the breathable fabric of her jogging pants. Even the subtle shape of her lower lips peeked out from his lower vantage point. Reinvigorated, his cock pulsed faintly between his thighs.
Rounding the corner into the loop of the park, Daralyn's half-walk and half-jog skipped up into a full-on jog and she patted against her thigh for Sam to pick up the pace. "Come on, Sammy Slowpoke!" she called.
Inspired by the command, Mako rushed his legs to follow at her speed. Aiding in his run, thick leathery skin pushed out from his hands. Over his palm, a padded leathery puff formed- paw pads- to protect from the rough concrete of the sidewalk and to grip against the rough ground and propel him forward, like a real German Shepherd trailing their master. A rush of canine euphoria of running, feeling free despite a leash, and feeling nature against his face rushed into Mako's brain for a moment. Simplistic, unexplainable joy swelled in his chest while his nose bobbed up towards his mistress's glistening thigh and then plummeted when his head dunked back down with embarrassment at an additional transformation. Shalia's instructive words ringing back to him, "to yourself you will remain a human until you began to accept the role further. Then, you will gradually change into your role completely. You will step into the shoes yourself that way."
Was he accepting himself as a bitch? Mako nearly whined out with his self- conflict, but internally glowered when he realized that'd only further the issue. Instead, his pace slowed and rewarded him with a sharp, irritated tug on his collar. Thus, he raced after Daralyn once again, fur rustling in the wind and paw pads rough on the concrete.
Eventually, after an endless cycle of loops around and around the large expanse of grass that spanned the majority of the park, Daralyn turned into the winding, wooded path of the further corner. Once in the shaded dirt, she paused to pant softly to herself.
"Good job. That was a good workout..." She mumbled, originally to herself before she spotted Mako while he slumped down to the ground, head spinning with a mixture of canine delight from the burn in his legs and the teenaged disgust at physical activity. "Good job keeping up, Sammy!" She chirped before sinking down into the grass and patting her thigh, summoning a huffing canine.
Holding up a stick, Daralyn waved the makeshift toy in front of Mako's nose- catching his interest with alien, feral instinct. Perking up, Mako felt a jolt as a bark broke from his throat, the sound making his nose crunch back with confusion.
"Oh you like fetch don't you? Don't you, little puppy! We've got a stick bitch here!" She laughed good heartedly before she tossed the stick and let Mako charge after it, leash trailing behind. The stick fell onto a pile of damp leaves with a soft crunch. Pausing in front of it, Mako's human mind surfaced within the animal instinct, pausing with disgust for the slimy and questionably- drenched leaves, but control lost out as his jaws scooped up the object without his intent. With the stick protruding on either side of his head, one end oozing with muck and the other dribbling with his own saliva, Mako heard the familiar voice of Bailey, walking the family dog.
"Oh! Hi there!" Bailey chirped while her massive boxers-mix lunged forward towards the scent of the new female. His plump coal-lump of a nose twitched in the air with each passing second. "You're Mako's mom right? I met you at the school fair!" Her hand, the one not holding tightly to the leash jerking in her palm, jutted out for a handshake.
Scooping up the girl's smooth palm against her own, Daralyn took a step closer. "Oh yes, Bailey, right?" She shook the teenger's hand warmly while Bailey's dog tugged hard on its leash, straining to connect with Mako,who shrunk back shyly. With one hand engaged and the dog's renewed energy, Bailey released the leash to let her dog lunge forward towards the source of his curiousity.
Mako flinched back from the large dog with a submissive whimper. His head drooped down while a cold nose thumped into the furred side of his thigh. It trailed through the fur and drew a sharp line across while tucking up against his ass, twitching with each second. Mako jumped forward from him, meekly whimpering. The dog lumbered further forward and sniffled against the other dog's butt, breathing with deep appreciative sniffs before a tongue lashed out experimentally against the thin fur of his thigh and trailed up towards his crotch.
While Mako shrunk shyly down in an attempt to avoid the bigger dog's investigation, Bailey shuffled closer to Daralyn and lowered her voice into a serious tone. "So, Mako has been really creeping out lately. He keeps hitting on me, and I can't figure out how to make him stop without hurting his feelings. Do you think you could maybe say something to him?"
Daralyn patted the girl's hand sweetly, nodding. "It's so hard for that boy. He's a little sad right now, swamping through that stage, you know?"
Bailey nodded, chewing her lip shyly before Daralyn continued onward. "This morning the poor boy was washing his sheets before he went to school and didn't just cut to the chase!" She shook her head with a sympathetic sigh. "Like he thought I didn't know!"
Mako felt a fresh blush burn through his fur, glowing red on his skin before the dog's disappearance from his butt suddenly caught his attention as the large male dog raised his leg against the bark of the nearest tree. For a moment, his intrigue stayed at the level of briefly noting the occurrence, but as the rush of male musk dispersed into the air, Mako felt overcome with the urge to pee on the same spot and dashed towards the tree. He hurried towards the same tree, breathing in the deeply musky scent of Bailey's family dog. Once against the tree, Mako's leg wobbled when he tried to mimic the male canine's stance. Instead of the dignified lift, Mako was forced to drop into a squat, tail twitched up to his back as any female dog would do to pee. In the brief time it took for his urine to burst forth, Mako felt the same heat that splashed onto the tree heat up his cheeks to a humiliated glow. Coupled with the commentary from his mother about his life, Mako lowered his head in shame.
"That poor boy! Someday he'll fall in with a girl in his league! I'll try to talk to him for you, Bailey! Any particulars he should be avoiding?"
A thick musk wafted over Mako's nose. The sensitive focus of a canine sense of smell suddenly enhanced the rich scent exponentially. The noise from the two humans chatting faded back into a dull noise while his embarrassment slipped from the holds of his mind and the scent replaced them all.
Musk so intoxicating it practically became a tangible taste in his mouth. Drawn down by the grasp of the thick scent, Mako leaned down against the rough bark of the tree and sniffed briefly before swiveling towards the large dog seated beside it. Shuffling forward, Mako stuffed his nose towards the other dog's crotch where the source of the scent danced out from, twirling through his mind like a dancer's skirt. Eyes glazed and cloudy, Mako flopped his tongue out over his bottom jaw and flicked up against the other dog's thigh. The short fur tickled against the pink skin of his tasting appendage, but thinned out while the tongue traced upwards to the velvety cover of the dog's sheath. Sweat and musk wafted off from the canine like Chanel No. Dog.
Between his thighs, Mako's own cock- still clinging to its human formation- began to swell with arousal. Comparing to the same rush of arousal Mako experienced during his wet dream early that morning, his cock stood erect and throbbed in the open air. The pulsing beat of his need distracted Mako slightly, glancing down enough to noticing his tip spitting out a spurt of pre towards him, as though it was condemning his choice of stimulus. A hot blush streaked down his neck, but the fog in his mind lingered and blocked enough logic to draw his tongue and nose away from the intoxicating crotch of the male dog.
Curious and eager, his tongue drew up along the full pouch of the dog's sheath. The tip of the exploring appendage poked to the small opening at the tip of the sheath, making the larger dog flinch back slightly before he curled forward curiously himself. While Mako sucked in the rich, masculine scent with open-mouthed inhales, the coal-like nose of the male dog twitched along Mako's flank, breathing in the scent of the female. While the two shared scents, Mako's nose thickened into his own matching lump of coal and began to twitch in the air to replace his noisy, mouth breathing. The enhanced canine nose dove down into the musky fur of the canine's crotch, shuffling down into his skin where thicker scents lingered against his skin. Following the nose, his face stretched down into a tubular muzzle.
With the male sniffing along his minimal curve, Mako's lower half began to shift as well. The thin set of his hips began to expand, pushing out into wider, feminine hips made for bearing pups. The change opened his crotch up further and invited the investigating tongue to lap up along his inner thigh, making the teen whine softly in surprise.
The soft whine distracted, and Bailey glanced over her shoulder to the sight of her dog, sniffing eagerly against Mako's backside. A soft grunt of disgust gurgled out of her mouth before she hurried forward to yank the dog off. The male grunted with a small look of disappointment, but Bailey only looked relieved to be escaping the awkward situation. Daralyn shrugged with carefree ambivalence before scooping up Mako's leash. "Well then, no action for you, girl" she joked, starting off at a soft jog to exit the woods once again.
At the edge of the wooded area, a familiar face appeared behind a hand waving in their direction. "Hey, sweetie!" Mako's father greeted while striding over to the woman and dog. Once close enough, he leaned towards her to kiss innocently at her lips, though after a soft peck he repeated the kiss, but he didn't pull back. Instead, the second kiss eased into an open-mouthed frenching with their tongues briefly visible tangling within their mouths. From the ground, Mako whimpered with embarrassment and mild disgust while his sensitize nose caught the spicy scent of his mother's starting arousal and his father's lingering, day-old and reinvigorated arousal- a constant feature on any male.
While his parents kissed with reckless, middle-aged abandon, Mako tucked himself behind his mother in an attempt to hide from the sight and passing people. He still felt exposed, despite the fur he'd grown and the glamour in place. Especially with lingering need still faintly pulsing in his half-staff cock that bobbed to his stomach. Each time someone jogged past and glanced at him, inspecting the canine glamour over his true, though shifting, form Mako sunk his head towards the ground in embarrassment. From behind, the view of the gag-inducing sight of his parents lessened until his father's thick hand gripped onto the MILF's ass, squeezing the flesh blatantly, inches from Mako's nose.
Distressed, the teenager-turned-canine tried to shift back to stand at Daralyn's side, but the leash attached to his collar followed as he circled back around the kissing pair and tangled their legs.
"Ah, you dumb dog!" Daralyn giggled, swatting at Mako's butt with a manicured hand. He yelped with surprise and distress at his bum being touched by his mother's hand and froze still while they escaped from the mess of leather.
His father chuckled good-naturedly before patting a hand down onto Mako's head, the same hand that had been eagerly groping the flesh of his mother's pantie-less ass moments before. The dog's head squirmed away from the touch while his nose crinkled with disgust. "I do have a purpose for being in the park today other than kissing my sexy wife!"
Daralyn giggled sweetly and flashed a take-me-now smile before crooning, flirtatiously. "Why are you here, Mark?"
Mark suddenly fell into work- mode. "Well, you see, there's a local disease spreading through here via ticks. It's going unnoticed and passing into the puppies around here. Anyways, the ticks are getting onto the local bitches since it following the maternal lineage, so I have to check all the female dogs for these ticks while they're in the park. They won't spread them to the other dogs and cause a puppy pandemic! So, now I can check little Sammy-Wammy here!" His voice dropped into the high-pitched baby voice commonly used for toddlers and dogs alike.
The man dropped to his knees beside the German Shepherd, sliding two hands down along the dogs back through the thick fur there. Slowly, his fingers began to part through the fur, doing a preliminary check along her back and through the fur for any recently collected parasites. The fingers dipped down through the fur, grazing along the skin beneath with a slow, easing touch up towards Mako's neck. On his neck, Mark slowed to dig through the extra thick fur of the scruff before he nodded to himself, mumbling in a pleased fashion. "Looks good, nothing new on you. Now, time to check for old ticks or any signs of them."
He settled back onto his ankles, gliding both hands down along the rounded chest of the dog towards the softer, downy furs of Mako's chest. Again, his fingers sifted through the fur with expert combing before he moved back to her haunches and slowed considerably. "This is where the real action happens!" Mark announced, flashing a grin back to his waiting wife.
Carefully, Mark's fingers delved into the velveteen landscape of the dog's genitals, which appeared to be the pink folds of a female, though Mako felt the throbbing touch from his father's contact along the length of his human penis. Still excited from the Bailey's dog in the woods, the touch had Mako whimpering slightly while two hands sifted around his crotch.
Blushing furiously, Mako's ears folded down against his head with shame. The touch through the thin fur of his crotch tickled over his already engorged genitals. Pressure pulsed through his cock, trapped release seeming to be a tangible force squeezing along his length encouraging his explosion until he did.
Without warning, Mako coated his father's exploring fingers with the sheen of cum. A soft chuckle left the man's throat. "Heh, sensitive girl, aye?" He wiped his hands along Mako's thigh, smearing the fragrant substance along his own fur.
Simultaneously, Mako's genitals beneath the glamour began to shrink. His cock eased back, seemingly disappearing into the short fur before, like a flower blooming. The skin began to fold out and crease inwards-forming into the soft, pink folds of a female. Mako peeked down with a sinking sensation of horror as his measly, remaining cock feathered out slightly and settled to be the sensitive clitoris between the petals of his flower.
Along with his genitals, the already enhanced sense of smell deepened further and sharp ears shot out from the top of his head. The triangles on his head perked up tall and swiveled to catch the new rush of sounds he could hear. Including the chuckling from his parents standing above him, "Such a sensitive little pooch, she must be nearing heat," Mark said seriously, leaning into his wife's shoulder with puckered lips.
"Dearie, I think that you just turn on any bitch too much to bear!" Daralyn giggled girlishly and pressed herself towards the other adult, cooing in his ear, "I mean, you turn me on..."
Their voices lowered further, but Mako's new hearing caught every, disgustingly torturous word. "Are you saying you're my bitch, Dar'?"
Another girlish little giggle, as though a 30-something acting like a pre-teen was a seductive show-Mako did not think so. "I might be! And I might be going into heat!"
The two fell into another kiss, leaving Mako wanting to dry heave onto the pavement while the little slurps of their tongues between their mouths echoed within his mind.
When, at last, another dog passed by to pull Mark back into his job, Daralyn collected Mako's leash and tugged him towards home, humming happily to herself.
"Even you agree my husband has magic hands, little Sammy." She murmured proudly, letting them walk leisurely home. Mako dropped his head and ears in an attempt to ignore the people around him and his mother's voice. Instead he watched his feet on the concrete morph into full paws with curved black claws poking out. From his back end, a tail had begun to sprout and slowly stretched down to the ground, though it didn't wag.
Once they arrived home, Daralyn opened the door to Shalia and human-Sam already waiting inside. "Oh! Hello, darling!" Daralyn greeted while unhooking the leash from Mako's collar and patting his butt to shove him the rest of the way into the house. The canine shuffled in awkwardly, looking unfamiliar with the bend in his leg contrasting from his normal hand-on-knee human crawl. "Who is this lovely lady?"
She referred, obviously, to Sam in her human form. The girl had exchanged Mako's stolen garb for her new purchased threads. Mimicking her old fur coat, her hair was jet black and long. It hung along her shoulder and swept over a pale forehead in thick bangs, similar to the blonde counterparts on Bailey's forehead. Her skin resembled porcelain in its smooth, flawless quality. At the mall, they'd stopped in the beauty parlor, giving Sam a chance to have her face done up with a dramatic cat eye, thick eyeliner creating drama along the striking feature of her eyes. Her eyebrows, thin and carefully plucked, arched high over her dark eyes. Her lips, too, were painted with a deep rouge, accenting their puckered, heart shape. From the clothing stores, she'd gotten a long, loose white top that hung off one shoulder to show the smooth, bare skin beneath. It hung onto her thighs and had a pattern thigh covering her legs beneath. The tights had small paw prints along the side, mimicking a seam; Shalia and Mako understood the irony, though Mako didn't appreciate it. From her neck hung a long pendant of glass beads in dark shades, matching to her black hair.
Shalia smiled proudly from beside her, "This is my cousin, Samantha." Daralyn eagerly thrusts her hand out to meet the attractive teenager while Mako stared openly, noticing the similarity in her style to that of bailey's earlier. Her hair mimicked the same natural volume of the boy's classmate and her shirt had the same effect with the bare shoulder and the long shape down her petite torso.
"Well, I'm sure you're eager to get Sam back! Here she is! Freshly exercised! She even had a little run in with another doggie at the park! A man-" She paused to waggled her eyebrows with suggestive playfulness. "It was that girl from school, Bailey's dog. He was a big boy too! He liked Samsters, but Bailey didn't want love to happen! Oh and Mark was there! He check her for ticks and you won't believe what Sam did!" She launched enthusiastically into the story of Mako losing control onto his father's hands, coating them with his cum. Shalia and Samantha both giggled with delight at the story, understanding the full implications that went passed his mother while Mako sulked at the edge of the room.
"Well, let's get home, hmm Samantha?" Shalia segwayed, letting them escape from Daralyn's company and return to Shalia's home next door.
Once safely out of earshot from the unassuming mother, Samantha glanced down to Mako. "I hope he understands that being a dog isn't all that easy." Shalia nodded sympathetically, but didn't speak until they reached the privacy of the backyard garden, surrounded by sunflowers stretching up along a supported board, creating a shield of their bright petals.
"Mako, do you remember your promise?" Samantha demanded, stopping with an intense stare that dropped down onto Mako's eye, gazing straight at them. The sudden eye contact made Mako dart his gaze away for a moment as the entire day had been people talking at him or to him without ever meeting his eyes, but since Samantha knew he understood every word she had the instinct to meet his eyes as she would to anyone she held a conversation with.
For a moment, Mako hesitated unsure what to say or if he could even speak. So, he just stared dumbly up to her, unresponsive. The girl, a glimpse of panic shooting across her face, looked to Shalia for assistance.
"He can understand you, but I'm not sure he can respond verbally," Shalia explained patiently.
Samantha nodded with an icy glare back to the canine, "Well, you promised that when we grew up I could be your girlfriend!" She paused and, noticing that Mako lifted one brow in confusion, then continued. "You were little. We both were little. It was after the new couple moved in across the street and we saw them talking with everyone in the back yard have a barber chew."
Shalia blinked, confused and stared at Samantha with a sudden interrupting look. "What?"
"You know, where you put stuff on the grill and then stand around and chew on it while you talk to people?"
"You mean a barbeque?"
A small stream of pink pierced the girl's cheek before she continued, unperturbed by the mistake. "We were watching the couple and when they introduced each other as boyfriend and girlfriend, you said that'd be us someday! You promised me!"
Mako's forehead crinkled while he thought back. He did, indeed, remember many an afternoon with the adults of the neighborhood gathered in someone's backyard, happily chatting while he sat friendless on the sitelines with Sam as his only companion. He easily could have promised such a thing as a little kid, but she wouldn't take that seriously would she?
As though she understood his thoughts, Samantha leaned forward "A promise is a promise, Mako." A dash of hurt showed in her eyes before it was replaced with sharp anger, "What's even worse is you tried hitting on that- that skank right in front of me! Right after she used you right in front of me! Plus you also committed domestic violence towards me! And animal abuse!" She glared harshly.
From his place several feet shorter than her, Mako shrunk back slightly while Samantha's emotions took another turn, veering back towards hurt versus angry. "I even tried to adapt to your flavor... I dressed how she did! I g-got my hair cut like hers! I did a volume treatment so it'd be big like hers!" Her hands fluttered in front of her new outfit, nervously making the fabric dance around her thighs. "I tried to be how you wanted!"
Holding out her hand as though to cut off Samantha's monoloque, Shalia gave a small nod. " I was there when he promised."
Her bottom lip trembling slightly while she reigned in her own emotions, Samantha drew her hands shyly to the front of her tights. Her wrists shivered slightly side by side, nervously. Each thumb curled into the stretchy, fabric waistband and eased it down along the curve of her cupped fingers. Nervously, her eyes flicked to Shalia, who still stood at her side. The older woman gave a small nod as if to say, 'go ahead.'
Steeling herself, Samantha peeled the tights down the length of her thighs. Without the pants, she revealed a large dog cock and a heavy ballsack swaying just behind the lengthy shaft. For a moment, the girl remained silent while she eased her fingers off of her waistband and let the tights sink up behind her cock, hooked down. Then, she peeked up from the sight of her own male, canine genitals and stared at Mako. "Shalia helped me so we can consummate our relationship to avoid future misunderstandings."
Mako's eyes remained regular disks in his skull for the initial minute, but as the words sunk in they slowly widened. Spreading out over his face, his eyes captured a glimpse of the surprise bursting to life inside his head. Behind him, his tail, alien as it was, tucked between his legs with a small tremor. His body began to shift until any and all traces of his human body disappeared. Once he was fully transformed without a remnant of his humanity remaining, Shalia's lips curled slightly with the hint of a grin, and she turned on her heel and left with a final comment, "Good luck, you too."
For a moment after Shalia's parting, neither moved. Neither made a sound. Then, Samantha shuffed forward towards Mako. Timidly, two of her dainty hands slid down onto the canine's hips through the plush fur that no longer covered her skin, but instead his. Her fingers curled slightly into the softness of his fur and the tips of her fingernails dipped against his skin, drawing thin crescent shapes.
Like a child investigating an unfamiliar animal, her hands crept over the surface of his back. The soft fur gave way beneath the gentle pressure of her fingers, plush and silky, like that of a well- groomed pet. For Samantha, she watched the slow petting from the opposite perspective she was familiar with, sending her own hand sloping along the curve of the canine's shoulder and onto the broad splay of his leg rather than her shoulder receiving the touch. She petted through the fur with increasing confidence while the rest of her body shuffled into place behind him, letting her settle into the new perspective with slow, wandering curiosity with emotions gurgling beneath.
As she settled closer, the faint warmth radiating off from her grazed against Mako's backside. For a moment, her closeness didn't sink in, but the flashback image of the large dog cock flopping out from her feminine tights flashed through his mind, and the fleeting image sent a chilled zap down his spine despite the body warmth. Her hips hovered out a few inches from him, but the shape of her seemed to slide forward like the ghost of her warmth.
"Oh Gods, how much more of this do I have to take!?" Mako groaned inside his head, morbid at the thought of what Samantha's slow teasing was building up to. He was trembling all over, whimpering with obvious discomfort as only a dog could, but nevertheless remained powerless to stop what was going on. "I know what I did was wrong, it was something stupid and I SAID I was sorry! Haven't I suffered enough today already!?" Some of the events of the day replayed over in his mind, reminding him that while slowly being transformed into a dog was bad enough, the things he had seen and endured at the hands of his own oblivious parents would leave an equally large emotional scar. "I'm sorry, Sammy girl... I'm sorry!"
But the bitter dog-turned girl continued anyway, despite Mako's internal pleas. Once her hands reached his shoulders and rubbed along his neck where the thick scruff of fur surrounded her fingers entirely, the tip of Samantha's oversized cock grazed along his thigh and Mako shuddered with the same chill that shot down his spine before with the recent memory of what she had to give him. The sheer size of her cock filling his head, flashing with a frightened memory's dramatization. Rather than an angry girl seeing his nude form in the grass, Samantha now had more to dish out than embarrassment. Instead, she had a massive dog cock, lined with thick veins and ending with a plump knot at the base, already nearing the size of a fist and not yet swollen to its full capacity. In fact, it was barely swollen at all- waiting till it was buried inside him to swell, locking it inside him while she pumped him full of rich, potent cum.
Standing over him, Samantha leaned to his ear, her voice came out low in a whispered growl, "So you thought you could cheat on me did you, Mako?" The tip slipped through the fur of his thigh and two hands curled onto the front of his body, holding him steady in her embrace. Her fingers pressed into the fur and drew sharp lines through the thick fluff while her tapered tip copied the same lines on his thighs, dipping towards his female sex all while her voice raced into his triangular ear.
"You thought you could bypass me... avoid me... replace me..." Her voice lowered into a deeper growl, rumbling in his ear while her tip slowly slid up towards his fresh, pink folds. With each added phrase, the grip she held on his chest tightened slightly. Her fingers sunk down deeper into the soft plushness of his canine fur. The ghost of her body became instead a soft pressure that pressed into the shape of his behind. Her cock nudged to the inside of his thigh and the skin tickled against the wispy hairs of his thighs while his tail pressed into her stomach and thigh, pressed between them with her increasing closeness. Mako whimpered, low in the back of his throat with increasing discomfort, though the obedience ingrained in his mind and the grip on his chest kept him frozen, despite his building discomfort.
Hearing the whimper, Samantha sneered down to him. "Is someone frightened? Hurt? Uncomfortable? Displeased with someone ignoring your wants? With someone forcing something onto you don't want? Hurting you, even?" Her voice rasped with the emotion fraying the edges of it. The tone remained a tightly gripped rawness, barely contained within the moment hanging in the balance between them. "How do you imagine I felt when the one I trusted ignored me? Lied about his connection to me just to impress a passing bitch? When he pushed me away from him even while I tried to forgive and understand and then attacked me? Assaulted me!" Her voice jumped upwards, ringing in a shrill tone while her hips jolted forwards. The tip of her massive cock jabbed against the soft flesh of the canine's sensitive bud, making Mako's crotch heat up with a sudden, surprised arousal intermixing with the cold dread beneath his fur.
Fright mixed into a confusing cocktail with fear. A cocktail that made a hard lump on Mako's throat, forcing him to swallow roughly to clear his throat. With each second, Sam's emotions rose higher and her passion was matched only by Mako's growing terror. The hair on the back of his throat stood tail while his tail tried to tuck in between his thighs to hide.
A growl rumbled in Samantha's throat, rasping there with the force of her anger and mixed emotions. "I trusted you." She grunted, fingers twisting in his fur, grabbing with a tight grip and tugging for emphasis. Once she held more tightly and the long black furs curled around her fingers, quivering with tension, her hips thrust forward quickly. The tip ground into his clit and then sunk down into the dog's sex. The soft pink folds parted open and stretched wide to accommodate the fat cock. Mako's eyes fluttered wide, but he stayed frozen; shock, fright, and canine dependencies kept him locked still beneath her force.
Samantha grunted once and hunched further over him, a dot of sweat starting on her temple from the exertion of stuffing herself into the tight snatch of the bitch beneath her. "Well, let's see you cheat on me now, ignore me for some skank when you're fat with puppies! Filled to the brim with spunk and plump with pups! Your belly will drag, my bitch!" Her hips picked up, slapping into the upturned backside of Mako's ass, making it jiggle slightly while his head sunk to the ground, embarrassed and overpowered with the dominance of the female-turned-herm.
"Let's see you compliment some girls teeth when you're dripping with cum! Oozing with my spunk. I'll mark you, Mako. You'll never leave me again. Never betray me. Once you've had a litter of puppies, you won't be escaping me. Another stud won't even want a bitch as used as you'll be. I'm going to rip you in half, Mako. See how it feels for you!" Her voice rang out in his ears, echoing back while his mind reeled in disbelief. She was hurt, he understood that, but he underestimated the anger one girl could carry.
When the fatter start of her knot pumped into the stretched hole of the female's sex, Mako yowled out into the air-his whimpers finally breaking out from the back of his throat with an echoing call. The cry warbled out into the air of the garden, echoing through the neighborhood with the obvious sounds of dogs mating. While he cried out into the air, his vision blurred. Tears pricked the corners, a human reaction that lingered with him even as a dog. The liquid skewed his vision and left Samantha's smirking grin foggy over his shoulder, swimming in his eyes with the color of the grass once his head ducked down, ashamed.
Samantha grinned grimly, fucking him harder out of emotional passion than of sexual desire. Her hips slapped steadily onto his hips, rocking him forward towards the grass with each upwards thrust. Her voice grew rougher, more a growl than words. "I can keeps tabs on you easier if you're here, fat with puppies to carry and feed. You can take care of them and their needs while I work and provide for you, my woman." She paused, grinning maliciously, "My bitch."
Her breathing, thick and heavy, echoed in his ears. The hard pants filled his mind with the slapping of her hips to his as the backbeat. Mako couldn't hear his own yowling when her knot pushed to his lips and forced them to stretch another slight bit. Only the raspy hitches of her voice and her body smashing into his was heard, overpowering even his own thoughts. "Don't think it'll be easy. I want our puppies to have lots of brothers and sisters. Plentiful playmates. Lots of litters for you to haul in your dragging belly." Her hips slammed forward over and over, every thrust sending another tuft of fur shooting out from her back, her calf, or her wrist. The fur worked out from its various starting points and spread out over her body, re-coating her in the lush clock of midnight-black fur.
With a jerk of her hips and a deep grunt into Mako's drooped, folded ears, Samantha pushed her fat knot to his stretched sex, forcing the pink muscle to give around the fist sized mass that locked them together before her cock spurted with thick spunk. The spray splashed through his fresh insides and painted the pink flesh with a creamy white that oozed up to the seal of the fat knot. For a moment, she paused panting over him before her hips started again. Gently at first, she tugged at the knot, working herself the small bit she could rock and shift her hips with the pair sealed together, but as the knot began to inflate, her thrusting restarted with the same vigor of before, slapping into him as if they'd never paused.
Once the knot pulled back to restart a fresh slam into him, the mess of cum dribbled out partly. Droplets of white clung onto Mako's wispy thigh fur and messied it with a sticky, tangled mass of knots. With the second round, her hips repeated the same exhaustless pounding of the first round till the knot re-slammed into him, with less resistance this time but with the same tight seal once it popped into the tight passage. As a second dose of cum pumped into the female, a thick, twitching tail shot out from the girl's spine while her hunched back slowly shifted into a lowered stance while legs gripped up around Mako's back.
The second round morphed into a third, with the same rocking motion working the fat cock into Mako's stretched snatch, though the force didn't slap with an echoing force into his hips. Samantha's taunting voice fell silent in place of hoarse grunting and heavy breathing that rustled the fur of his ears while her own seemed to melt up to her hair and fold back with a determined expression. The third dump of cum dribbled out around the girl's knot, while what remained inside sloshed with the little, eager jolts of Sam's instinctual thrusts. The little rocks forward only brought weak, tired whines from the female beneath while Mako's expression drooped with exhausted compliance. Following the third round, Samantha paused, even pulling out for a moment to stretch her digigrade legs back in a small push back before starting zealously again. Samantha's grunts grew harder with forced exertion while her breathing got louder and huffed into Mako's ears.
With the fourth, smaller filling, Samantha slumped forward into Mako's form beneath her with a soft sigh. Her body, fully formed into a male German Shepherd with a matching black coat to her mated female, sunk onto him like a heavy blanket. The two, both too exhausted to remember their emotions from the start of the extended rutting, fell asleep tangled together.
Shalia, checking on the two sleeping canines smiled to herself, pleased that her unorthodox "lesson" was being progressively driven further and further into Mako's being. She allowed the two a nap, but as the afternoon dipped into the pale, thinning light of approaching night she nudged Mako's hindfoot, splayed out behind him with exhausted carelessness to wake the dog up. The two roused groggily and ambled onto eight paws total, blinking until the leashes held in each of Shalia's hands focused in their views. "Time for your evening walk!"she chirped with a wave of the leashes in the air. Both tired from sleep tipped their heads forward calmly and accepted the leashes, though as the clasped clicked with a metallic snap Mako regretted his docile acceptance.
Again, he followed on tether, paraded down the sidewalk now in the growing bath of moonlight instead of afternoon sun. The pace was slower than Daralyn's jog, giving Mako a chance to lift his curious, twitching canine nose to the air. The rush of scents overwhelmed him momentarily, making it hard to discern one from the other, but after they rounded the corner of the block he'd begun to sift through the different, intense aromas. Beside him, the strong scent of Shalia's perfume intermixed with the scent of musky male wafting from his dirty thighs and Sam's crotch. Those scents clouded his mind; feminine perfume of romance and seduction dancing with the masculine musk of sex and lust. Tipping his nose slightly to catch the breeze, Mako sucked in a fresh crop of innocent smells. A family's barbeque and burning steaks filled his nostrils, flowers and bee pollen tickled the coal-like blob, and fried chicken and garlicy bread wafted out from the nearest restaurant.
As though she too smelled the distant eatery, Shalia drew on hand to her stomach- the sudden movement giving a small tug on Mako's collar and making his attention jump up to her. She rubbed over the flat front of her abdomen with a little whine, "I could use something to eat." She commented, before patting on Samantha's head and bumping her thigh into Mako's side. "What do you think guys of a little trip out to eat? Maybe I'll even feed you some scraps for being so good!"
At the mention of scraps, Sam's tail started to dance and sway in a delighted wag, but Mako's sunk lowered and his ears twitched with irritation. She expected him to eat her leftovers? What she couldn't or wouldn't eat would be dropped off of her dirty plate onto what, a floor for him to pluck up and eat? Mako scowled inwardly and turned away his nose, disgusted. Shalia only grinned knowingly before entering an outdoor eatery and waving a hand to select a table.
"Hello, Miss. Welcome to Bayside Cafe, can I seat you?" A grinned waitress greeted politely, though once she spotted the two German Shepherds her professional demeanor slipped to the side. "Oh! What cute doggies! They look like a little couple! Are they just love birds, or should I say, love pups?!"
Shalia giggled good- naturedly and nodded, "Sure, sure! I think they'd approve of that! Are you two love pups? Do you just love each other! Let's see a doggy kiss! Show the waitress how much you love each other?" Her voice fell into the mushy, babying tone that made Mako shrink back, embarrassed until her hidden command made his ingrained obedience perk up enough to send his gaze swing to the other dog beside him. Sam had eagerly wriggled forward to fulfill their command with her cotton- candy pink tongue unfurling to lap over his muzzle. For a moment, irritation sparked in his mind, but gave way to the playful urge tickling his impulsive mind into returning her "kisses." The tongue briefly hit each other's tongue while they lapped over their slender muzzles until the waitress's delighted giggling distracted them, and they broke apart looking sheepishly to the ground.
In particular, Mako's tail curled between his legs as the human trapped beneath the control of his canine instinct kicked at himself for the behavior. "That was disgusting! And humiliating! Licking at a dog for some waitress's entertainment! What a joke!" But, after a moment, his tail was again wagging behind him, eager to continue on this outdoor adventures of sights and smells.
"That was just the cutest thing! I've never seen such sweet German Shepherds!" The waitress exclaimed, obviously forgetting her task of fetching them a table in lieu of fawning over the dogs.
Amused, Shalia smiled with a small crinkle at the edge of her lips. "Would you like to pet them?"
"Oh yes please!"The girl dropped instantly into a squat in front of them and rubbed a hand onto either dog's head. Sam nuzzled into the touch sweetly, but Mako froze as the rich, tangy scent of the female tickled his powerful nose.
Without thinking, Mako's nose dipped down beneath the girl's skirt and traced up the length of her nude pantyhose, sniffing madly as the scent intensified with each closer inch. A surprised squeak shot from the girl's lips and both hands grabbed his head, trying to retrain him, but the eager nose still inched up until a hand swatted sharply against Mako's rump.
"Bad dog!" Shalia snapped, flashing an apologetic look to the waitress whom stumbled to her feet and back into her task of fitting a table for the woman. Mako's head dropped shamefully while he felt his cheeks burn beneath his fur in a blush.
"What was that?" He demanded of himself, trying to think through a fog of overwhelming scents: the lingering tang of the woman's sex, the plates of food scattered throughout the restaurants on tabletops, and the faint scent of sweat of warm, sun- toasted patrons. In a clash between animalistic impulse and human reason, Mako consistently lost in to the animal in his head, making him hot with shame at the fact.
"Now, let's sit down and see if you can control yourself," Shalia said sternly while they settled into their space of a single- chair table. Without glancing at the menu, Shalia ordered a long island iced tea and leaned back into her chair.
Once off her feet, she let out a deep sigh and stretched her legs out. Samantha settled down onto the cool stone of the patio space, but Mako shuffled around uncomfortable with laying himself onto the ground. He eyed the other patrons untrustingly, feeling as though they judged his human self through his canine shape. With a small glare from Shalia though, he sunk onto the ground with a soft grunt. "That's a good dog," she crooned and used her foot to pet along his back.
Mako shrunk down further, sheepishly hiding his face in his paws while Shalia's petting foot wandered over to Sam's back, making the dog's tail wag with an eager beat. While she sipped her freshly- delivered drink, Shalia ordered the dinner special: a bed of mashed potatoes beneath a large serving of country fried steak all smothered in gravy, for only $11.50! The food came promptly and Shalia's focus shifted to eating, leaving Mako free to peer around the room.
The world was in a foggy state of black- and -white, something Mako just realized now while scrutinizing a plate of salad that appeared to be a multi- gray mass rather than the greens and oranges and reds of lettuce and peppers and tomatoes. He blinked with the strange viewpoint, instead breathing in through his nose for the enhanced sense. Instantly, the gray salad offered a crisp, rain- like scent with the sweetness of peppers on the edge of his nose. Also, he smelled the pungent bleu cheese drizzled over top and the woman's freshly laundered clothes. Mako turned his face towards his paws with a small grunt, suddenly overwhelmed with his view of the world limited to its smells.
Before self- pity settled in too deep, a sudden smell exploded in his mind as the wide oval- shaped plate Shalia's dinner had arrived on was placed on the ground. A smear of mashed potatoes covered the middle of the glass and gravy puddled over it. Instantly, both dogs pushed forward with tongues outstretched to the plate.
In the back of his mind, Mako felt embarrassment tingling from the animalistic display of uncontrollable impulse, but it was covered with a sense of eager joy at the taste of human food intermingling with the wet grazes from Samantha's tongue across the plate from him. Their tongues touched constantly from either side of the plate, a swipe across bearing a blob of gravy and then a dash of saliva from the other canine. As she finished the side plate, it soon joined them to replaced the cleaned off dinner plate. Again, their eager tongues fell together onto the plate, lapping up the leftover juices from vegetables and the crumbs of the biscuit.
Once seated comfortably, her back relaxed into the curve of the chair and her body shaded nicely beneath a small umbrella over the table, Shalia noticed how the heels of her feet ached. With a flick of her ankle, she dropped her shoes off onto the tile. Once off, the shoes gave off the faintest tang of sweat from her feet, intermixed with the clinging scents of what she'd walked through- particularly her garden that she frequented so often. The sweat intermingled with the soft scent of grass and flower petals giving her sweat a sweet undertone that filled Mako's curiously sniffing nose.
With a whine, his nose crinkled back at the scent, not yet placed. Lifting his head, he swung his gaze to where her shoes rested, mere inches from where his head had laid on the cool tile. Instantly at spotting the open sandals, the scent was placed in his mind. The aroma he'd breathed in, enjoying its slight tang was not another food, nor an interesting perfume, but a pair of sweaty shoes sitting inches from his face. A deep blushed colored his cheeks and he hurriedly looked away. However, his embarrassment didn't escape Shalia, never would escape Shalia.
"Aren't dogs usually enticed by the smell of sweat? It's salty, you'd like it!" She urged, lifting up one of her feet. While she held it up, she rolled her ankles and stretched out the knuckles in her foot. Her skin was tanned, lightly crossed with a pale streak from where the sandal usually covered. From her toes, the scent of sweat was lighter, but fresher. The scent of grass that was on her sandals didn't exist on the flesh of her foot and instead left only the salty tang of human sweat.
Looking away, Mako closed his eyes and ignored her, trying to block out the mind- clouding scent of her. Samantha, however, was unwilling to see him get away with anything, and she leaned over to her mistress's foot with an outstretched tongue as if to show Mako the correct method. Her head nudged into his, pushing the side of his muzzle against her foot while the long appendage of her tongue stretched past his nose and grazed over plump, pink toes.
Seeing Sam's tongue out seemed to trigger Mako's instincts, sending his own tongue out in hot pursuit for the soft salty tang of sweat. The licking on her sole send a squirming sensation through Shalia's foot, making her giggle loudly.
"Oh it tickles!"
Her outburst brought several pairs of curious stares who peeked beneath the table, spotting the two dogs bathing their owner's feet with their tongues, cleaning off the sheen of sweat and any dust and grime on her heels from the walk there.
Trapped in his own head and looking out, Mako saw their stares with humiliated horror. Some faces held amusement, laughing at the display. Others even pointed, snapping a picture of their cell phone to send off to a friend, "Lookit! How cute!"
Mako's cheeks burned. People were laughing at him! They were pointing! Starring as his tongue bathed his neighbor's foot. Knowing how he felt, Shalia only urged his instincts on. She spread her toes slightly, inviting their tongues to dip in between where pocket fuzz and sweat collected. The taste of her was richer and the salt had more bite. Jealous of Mako's relationship with her owner, Samantha doubled her efforts, trying to push him off of the sweaty foot they shared, making Shalia laugh softly.
"Oh Sammy, Sweetie. Don't be jealous! You'll always be my number one pet!" The words seem to please the dog, who eased back and allowed Mako equal share of their mistress's sole while her own tongue started to stray onto Mako's face, licking him sloppily in an attempt to bond in their shared moment. The wet slurping made Mako blush, but he was so focused on Shalia's foot that he didn't stop to react.
"You're such good puppies! Cleaning off mommy's feet like that!" A passing walker on the sidewalk leaned over the fence with a grinning smile, as though she was giving out praise, but to Mako the words stung. He wasn't a puppy cleaning his "mommy's" feet! He had pride! Self- control! His human side was intact trapped beneath the guise of a dog! Yet, as he surfaced from his rant, Mako felt toes pushing his muzzle away.
"Dog! Control yourself! I said enough!" Shalia snapped at him, making it clear to him and anyone else listening that he didn't, in fact, have self control to control his canine desires. Sheepishly, his head touched back to the floor and Mako tried, once again, to block out his surroundings.
Just as he'd begun to relax again and the blush eased off beneath his fur, Shalia dropped her bare feet onto his stomach. With a little unf, they plopped in a pair down onto the plush fur of the expanse of his equally plush gut. Like a foot cushion, his side kept her feet up off the cold tile of the patio floor and instead of the chilled night air that'd surround her feet if she set them onto his sandals, his soft fur settled up around her toes in a heated, cozy embrace. While her dessert; a fluffy, rich tiramisu lowered onto the table, Shalia began to work her toes down into the soft, plush fur. Her ankles did the work, twisting her feet side to side, pivoting on her heel. The action drove her foot down into his stomach, pushing onto the sensitive softness of his midsection while her toes burrowed down with the digging motion of her heels. Feeling the heat of his fur starting to cover her feet, Shalia gave a little, content sigh through barely parted lips; her relaxation showed plainly on her face, lips parted slightly and eyes drooping while she sat back in her chair. Mako, on the other hand, was forced to remain on his side, leaving him with the fluff of his stomach exposed and the little pink splotches of his nipples out in the open of the cool air exposed to the passing walkers on the sidewalk just outside the restaurant's seating area. Embarrassment freshly flooded him at the position, and he scowled with the demeaning position as a mere foot rest. Beside him, laying her head daintily onto her paws with her limbs tucked beneath her neatly, Samantha grinned with canine glee, delighted in his embarrassing predicament.
Once her heels settled, Shalia's toes pressed deeper into the fur, creating little pond shapes in the thick fur where she pressed her big toe. She rocked her feet slightly, massaging her toes down into the flesh beneath his fur where his heat radiated out from. Said fur flattened beneath her feet, first from the pressure and weight of her feet alone, but then secondly from the slight dampness of the woman's feet. The slight bit of remaining sweat from her feet being stuck into her sandals until now and the wetness from their saliva soaked down into his fur. At first, only the tips of his fur flattened down, but as her feet rested on his stomach longer, the wetness seeped down till her sweat and his own saliva, mixed in with Samantha's, wettened his skin giving it a chill. The rubbing motion of her feet, slow and idle as she began to focus on eating her dessert instead of tormenting him rubbed the wetness onto his fur. The scent of her feet, sweaty and dusted with the dirt from the path, clung onto his back, dirtying him as one dirties a true foot cushion. The comparison made Mako's cheeks blush once again beneath his fur, sharp and hot with the sting of humiliation.
As always, Shalia had a radar for moment's of weakness. "You're such a good little cushion for my feet. It feels so nice to put them up off the ground, and to rub off the slippy spit from your two crazy doggies licking my feet so much!" She giggled lightly, as though her teasing was all in good fun, only an owner murmuring to her pets. "I hope you don't mind the dirt from the path! It always sticks to my feet! Of course you don't mind though, 'cuz your just my little seat cushion!"
Mako's cheeks flamed. While the blush was hidden beneath his fur, the intensity of the heat radiating off from his skin was impossible to ignore. Everything in his mind focused on the feeling of sickening, low-in-the-gut embarrassment. She was pushing his buttons, of course. He knew she was mocking him, rubbing it in what he'd done to himself with his betrayal. The weight of her feet, pushing down onto his back like he was a piece of furniture reminded him of his new place every second; nonetheless, he felt anger bubbling up in his chest. Anger at her for purposefully teasing him, tormenting him, pushing every button she knew to push.
"I wish I had found you earlier to be my cute little cushion!"
"I am NOT your cushion! I am a HUMAN! You are a monster! Get your feet off me and stop doing this to me!" Mako shouted, but to every human, except for Shalia, his shouting came out only as a dog's explosive barking. "Someone help me, please! She's absolutely CRAZY! Can't anyone understand me at all!?"
Before he could react, Shalia's hand sharply dropped onto his muzzle in a sharp snap, "No bark."
Stunned, Mako fell silent, staring up with huge eyes at Shalia's hand still hovering slightly away from his nose. His shock kept him silent, and diffused his anger while she continued.
"No speak. You know better than that! You're a bad dog, a bad dog! No more barking." Her voice wasn't girlish and playful now, it was harsh and scolded as she chastised her dog. Coupled with her scolding, her feet pressed in harder as though she no longer had any consideration for how hard she pressed her feet down onto his stomach and bladder. As her toes scrunched into the fur and rubbed along his belly, trying to generate more heat for her bare feet, she grazed one of the small nubs of the nipples that marched down the length of his chest in neat pairs. The first grazing touch passed quickly for Mako, barely noticeable when compared to the heft of the rest of her foot on his bladder. For Shalia though, her interest perked up at the same time the little nip did. The nub hardened between her toes, and for a brief moment the rush of blood to the little bead let out a small burst of extra heat on her toes. That small burst of heat warmed her toes considerably; Shalia, curious if the heat really was caused by her touch, ran her big toes against the pink nub again, this time purposefully. Again, the touch brought with it an uptick in temperature.
Satisfied that she'd pinpointed the cause, Shalia sifted her toes through his fur for another of his several nipples, finding one when it nudged beneath her pinky toe- already starting to harden with her gentle, grazing touch.
"Someone is sensitive..." Shalia crooned, teasingly dropping her words to Mako alone. He continued to ignore her, but his cheeks flushed, and the blush quickly spread down his neck.
Shalia grinned deviantly, scooting her toes around the selected little nub, tightening them into a slight grip before she pinch at the soft appendage. Again, she felt the heating function of the little nips, but she also felt a zing of delight at teasing Mako once again. Between her toes, she pinched and rolled the nipple until she saw Mako's muzzle twitch, forcing him to pay attention and to feel her.
"I said, someone is sensitive." Shalia demanded, this time leaving no question that she wanted to be recognized for having spoken. This time, Mako glanced up briefly, giving her a spiteful looking.
Smirking, Shalia responded by twisting the nipple between her toes and tweaking it with a tug as her feet moved on. The tough play sent chills down the dog's spine, starting with a tingle in his groin that spread as Shalia found the tortured nipple's matching partner and began to the process again, tugging the nipple up and grinding her rough skin over the sensitive flesh till it throbbed with warm heat and the pulse of his heartbeat. Slowly, leisurely, she worked down the rows on his chest, each one heating her feet further and adding to the sensitivity of Mako's groin, now shiny with wetness.
"Mmm, I've never had a cushion before that heats up so well!" Shalia murmured, acting as though she was only talking to herself now, while in fact her words and their accompanying smirk were directed to Mako below her. Knowing her intentions, his cheeks darkened even more into a rich, red sheen beneath his fur, further heating his skin which seemed only a bitter piece of irony considering what she had chosen to tease him about.
Feeling their intention and immediately intrigued, Samantha raised herself from the ground to trot closed, seeing Shalia's toes tugging up a little nipple while several pairs she'd already touched sat raised and visible, rimmed in white targets. Her tongue lashed out over an exposed, stiff nipple making Mako whine with the sudden sensation. Now instead of only Shalia's feet, Sam's tongue also began to follow behind her, lapping over the heated, fruity tasting nipples. While she licked, she shuffled closer so that she actually stood over top of Mako's face, as though oblivious that he was there. If he looked up, Mako saw the sheath of her cock, red tip jutting out with interest.
"Aww that's so sweet! Your man is taking care of you! Does that feel good, girly? I bet it does feel good! Doesn't it? Oh yes it does, Oh yes it does" Shalia crooned, voice sickly sweet. Mako growled, but he couldn't deny her words to himself. His crotch gleamed with slick excitement and the soft, spicy scent of his female sex danced in the air, intriguing Sam over top to shift away to jam her nose between his thighs onto his wet folds. Wanting to make him even more sensitive to Sam's explorative tongue and to her own tugging, Shalia waved her hand with a soft, mumbled spell that began to swell up his nipples, extending them further so that rather that be simple noticeable in their little, white circles they were unmissable, poking out from his chest as though he'd just fed a litter of puppies. While before they were buds, they appeared to had blossomed into plump, extended nipples that begged to be tugged, grabbed, twisted, and jerked.With two careful toes, Shalia gripped onto one of his extended nipples and gave her handiwork a little tug. Mako's reaction was an immediate tremble while confusion swam in his face. How had she made him feel even more tense and sensitive?! It felt impossible to keep a grip on the need he felt; every tug seemed to pull out a string of the fabric of his restraint, weakening his resolve to keep his body in check. Smirking, she gripped the nipple tighter, giving a slow twist that slowly incorporated the entire appendage, making Mako's breath tremor.
Then, Shalia's heels lifted and then shuffled over a pair of nipples, dropping onto them and grinding her rough heels down, rubbing both nipples at once trapped beneath the flesh of her heel. With her toes, at the same time, she tugged on the opposing pair, tugging them up and twisting them easily due to their larger size.
"Aroo!" Mako yipped suddenly, shocked while a previously tugged nipple suddenly felt a pair of testing teeth squeezing on either side in a little nibble. Shalia, not missing a beat, smacked his muzzle sharply once again. The noise of it echoed once, grabbing the attention of a bypassing woman who starred with surprise at Mako's large nipples. "My oh my!" she exclaimed and said candidly, as old woman can, "That bitch was made for breeding and feeding!"
Ignoring the passerby, Shalia snapped "I said no bark! Cushions don't bark and good dogs don't either!"
Embarrassed and aroused, Mako's head swam with words. The old woman's voice echoed while the sting of Shalia's scolding smack lingered. "That bitch..." he thought, grimacing. Is that what I really am? A bitch meant to be used as a cushion? With a need to be filled with cum? Stuffed to the brim and bred? Instantly, the very idea of breeding made Mako feel light headed with desire as he hid his face against the cold tile and clenched in his thighs in an attempt to close his groin off from the air. Except, the prodding nose that only made the situation worse. However, the move was a mistake as Shalia instantly caught on.
"Oh? Is someone a little extra sensitive, hmm?" She murmured, trapping a stiff, already throbbing nipple between two toes and twisting it slightly, making Mako whimper while his crotch throbbed needily like a true bitch's would. Losing in to embarrassment, his ears folded down to his head with her words. Desperation setting in, Mako squirmed beneath her in an attempt to dislodge her feet from his back and end her teasing, but instead it only tugged sharply on the nipple she held and made her laugh, redoubling the pressure on his teats.
"Nuh uh uh... Be a good doggy!" She scolded, tugging up on his nipple sharply with a bite of pleasure that started a small leak from his crotch, dribbling his natural honey onto the fur of his thighs. The leakage released his scent, rich and tangy into the air to intermix with the scents of food and drink for Sam to breath in, catching her attention quickly.
Nose suddenly flaring with her interest, Sam gave his thigh a lick and perked up, moving her tongue right to the source, slurping right from the source. The sudden lick scent a bolt of pleasure through Mako's crotch, throbbing through his lower lips while he tried to close his thighs again, only making the chase more intriguing for Sam's battling tongue to force its way into the space of his snatch. Sam's lick grew harsher, less patient until a glare from Shalia had her returning to the more innocent game of teasing Mako's nipple instead of being so openly lewd.
Again, Shalia's feet and Sam's tongue worked side by side, this time with each nipple already hard, throbbing with needy sensation while his crotch ached wantingly.
"Do you like that Mako? Can you feel how sensitive your little nipples are? I can't wait until you produce milk and I can squeeze out little dribbles of milk from you!" She giggled to herself, delighted by Mako's embarrassment.
Mako clenched his jaw, teeth hard pressed together while his legs tried to lock in on his sex to control the building pressure, but alas he struggled to maintain the control. His crotch throbbed, ached, no burned for relief. His flesh seemed to pulsate with the desire to be touch, to feel some relief from the insane desire that built in his needy snatch, making even the dance of the wind on his thigh, when coupled with Shalia continued torment, something that caught his breath in his throat. He bit his lip, panting out onto the tile while his "owner" beamed from above, delighted with herself and the situation.
"You look so happy, puppy!" She giggled, running her heel down the length of his chest, catching each stiff nipple with a lingering grinding sensation before she focused on one of the upper pairs. "You secretly love it don't you? You love being an ottoman, don't you? Feeling my feet on you? Getting your little nips teasing?Shalia's feet continued to tease him until their waitress scurried towards their table, cheeks flushed and eyes wide and round in her head. At her side, her hands fluttered side to side with a thick towel.
"M-Ma'am, your doggy is... uhmm... leaking onto the floor. I'll, uh... I'm just going to clean it up for you!" Sneaking back to his crotch while the waitress dropped to her knees with glowing alacrity, Samantha spotted the little puddle of eager leakage beneath Mako's thigh. Grinning with her muzzle parted, she slashed her tongue out through the liquid before the waitress's towel could beat her to the fragrant, dirty substance.
Smirking, Shalia rubbed her toes up Mako's neck, feeling the heat of his blush and denying him even the respect of letting him hide his embarrassment. "Naughty, naughty puppy! Did you make a mess? Looks like Sam wants to clean up the mess! Does it taste good, girl?" Shalia giggled.
While fighting to clean up the mess with Sam's tongue darting back and forth, catching droplets as they dropped off from Mako's lower lips, the waitress blushed as dark as Mako did. With a moment of action, she pushed Sam's head out of the way and swiped up the last of the puddle, leaning over to reach all of the mess out from beneath Mako's thigh. While she cleaned, Shalia gave one last tug on a pert, little nipple, and suddenly, a jet of liquid squirted out from Mako's sex, splatting onto the waitress's cheek with a little splat.
"Oh!" She gasped, running a hand across her cheek with a shocked slack-jawed look.
Shalia, shocked even herself, starred. "Oh dear... What a naughty puppy I have. I promise you a nice trip after that little accident!" While her mistress made her amends, Sam made amends of her own with a eager, wet lick over the girl's cheek, cleaning off the squirted mess.
"Oh my! Looks like Sam took care of you! It must have been those sensitive little nipples of his! You don't worry, sweetie! We'll take care of you!" She laughed warmly, fishing out a $20 bill from her purse while the waitress wobbled out from under the table, looking unsure and scared.
Paid extra and with a fragrant towel, The waitress scurried off leaving Shalia eating once again, with each bite of her dessert, she tipped her head back a bit and drew her tongue along the silver surface of the spoon. Samantha watched her with an awed expression of desire, eagerly awaiting the moment that the plate was given to them to clean. Mako, on the other hand, glared each time he saw Shalia's tongue clean off the surface off the utensil, giving him panging memories of sensuous pornographic videos that intermixed with his feelings of disgust at being used as a piece of living, canine furniture to create a unique mixture of upset arousal.
While Mako perfected a look of distaste in his dark, doggy eyes, a group of children shyly crept to the edge of Shalia's table, fingering the hems of their shirts with anxious glances back to their parents for approval before looking to her with curious eyes. "W-we noticed your pretty dogs, may we pet them?"
Shalia smiled happily before nodding, "Of course! That's not a problem at all, sweeties! Go right ahead!" A hand grazed the top of Sam's head gently. Rather than a hand on his head, Mako instead had Shalia's feet rubbing harder on his side to refer to where he laid beneath the table forced on his side to support Shalia's aging feet.
The children respectfully received permission , and then, descended onto the dogs with an eager ferocity. They encircled around where Sam laid and dug their miniature fists down into the thick dark fur, petting through it. Oozing stains and sticky splotches on their skin caught gently on her fur and left divots and tangles while their fingers combed through sloppily. The force of the explorations rolled the dog over onto her side further, leaning right onto Mako so that Shalia's feet pressed into him on one side and the weight of Sam's body weighed down on the the other.
While their explorations continued, the children grew more comfortable in Sam's docile nature and trusted her further to not react to their rough playing, so their hands grew more confident. Fingers delved down into her fur deeper, now with the goal of brushing to the softest fluff down against her skin. Dirty fingernails, with deep stuffed down beneath the protruding ridge, dragged through Sam's plush fluff and grazed on her skin. The touch of the nails tickled on Sam's skin and made her roll more into Mako's side. Her squirming pushed him further into the heft of Shalia's feet on his stomach. The painted toes of the older woman squished into his soft stomach and kneaded on the flesh.
Desperate for escape from beneath her feet, Mako eyed Shalia's progress on her dessert. Once she finished, he hoped to leave the restaurant and his position beneath her cracked heels. With about a third of the fluffy slice of dessert still on her plate, Shalia's bite slowed to a leisurely crawl. Her eyes scanned across the restaurant, people- watching while she slowly transferred the bite from the slope of her spoon to press to the roof of her mouth. She eyed a young couple tucked out of view of the more conservative families gathered. The pair stretched across their small, circular table and grasped hands. Their forks lifted bites to each others mouths, each equally servicing either of them. Shalia subtly watched their affection, glancing down to the pair of canines at her feet. Briefly, unbeknownst to the impatient Mako or the extremely patient Sam, she imagined the pair at her feet instead on either side of their own small circle, sharing bites of pasta and feeding each other buttered baguettes with goofy smiles and kisses swapped as frequently as bites. Beneath her vengeful lesson, she desired for the two to come together like the affectionate, young couple. She wanted Sam to experience the flutter of butterflies that comes with a game of footsy, and she wanted Mako to feel the zing of delight when a taste of cheesecake came paired with a gently kiss.
Her daydreaming saw the finale of her dessert and Mako, still watching for that exact event, eagerly shifted beneath her feet with anticipation of their exit, but as her fork settled down onto the small, glass plate the waitress appeared with a glittering smile. "Ma'am, would you like a complimentary newspaper?" Her hands held out the carefully folded papers in offering, the front headline advertised, "New Disease in our Parks?" with an accompanying picture of a dog being inspected for the ticks that spread the new malady. "Local German Shepherd inspected for the ticks that follow the maternal line by tree expert."
Seeing the photograph, Shalia leaned in and smirked broadly. "I would absolutely love a paper!"
Once the waitress had delivered the paper and scurried off, Shalia brought the picture up for closer inspection and revealed, sure enough, the photograph captured Mako in German Shepherd form with his father's hands delving towards his inner thighs "inspecting" for ticks. The photograph had been taken mere moments before Mako had cum onto his father's hands and with a disdainful glance up, he swore he saw the clenched look of attempted self- restraint on his face.
Shalia, connecting the same dots Mako did, grinned. "Someone got captured on film before they came for daddy, huh?" She murmured, sounding as though she was talking to herself when she was in fact referring to Mako beneath her.
He whimpered, embarrassed, and Shalia settled back into the chair to enjoy the paper. Her feet pressed further forward into his fur. The heels dug down harder along the curve of his stomach, pressing to the sensitive surface unrelentingly. Leaned back in the chair, more pressure pushed down onto him and he supported more of the weight of her legs- only further trapping him beneath her as a footstool.
While Shalia read, the kids fished out crumbling biscuits from their jeans. Bits of dirt and pocket fluff stuck to the surface of the dog treats collected from who knows where. Nonetheless, when the grubby children held it out the Sam, she gobbled it up without hesitation. She chewed noisily, crunching on the dry treat hard enough the Mako grimaced with disgust.
"Aww look! This doggy looks sad! She wants some too!" One child cried, holding out a sweaty palm to the child with the biscuits to collect what she wanted. Dutifully, a biscuit was shared and stuck into Mako's face. He scowled to the dry, dirty clump, but an urge tickled his mind. The tip of his coal nose twitched eagerly and sucked into the musky, mildly meaty scent of the treat.
"Lookit! He's sniffing it!" A giggle of delight went through the young audience who shuffled closer to Mako. All eyes locked onto his expectantly when the urge to gobble up the treat overtook his disgust and his mouth engulfed the treat. The dry biscuit made him gag as it hit his tongue. The dry crunch of it in his teeth echoed loudly in his skull, even overpowering the noise of the children all around him. The taste was dull while he crunched the treat with his molars, yet he felt a feeling of satisfaction from having it. Behind him, his tail even thumped on the ground thrice.
As soon as he finished one biscuit, another quickly followed and the process of eagerly crunching through the hard, crumbling piece began again. While Sam and Mako both chewed, the children explored the two dogs again.
"This one is a boy!" An exploitative boy announced while his head bobbed inches from Sam's rear end. His finger bravely poked into the sheath that held in Sam's massive genitalia. "See? He has boy bits."
The girl who'd fed Mako earlier, now having used her biscuit up, shuffled to the explorer. "What is it?" She asked, leaning her own eyes down to peer between the dog's thighs to see the plump sheath. Her finger to darted out and poked into it briefly, making Sam twitch slightly though another biscuit shoved towards her nose quickly distracted her once again.
"It's like a baggie, it holds in his wiener." The boy explained proudly, eying the young girl with interest.
The girl oohed with intrigue and poked the furred sack again. "Do all dogs have wieners?" Her fingers petted the short fur of the sheath, enjoying the short velvety nature of it. Perturbed by the touch on her sensitive sheath, Sam squirmed slightly and wriggled into Mako's side.
Straightening up further with pride at his extensive knowledge, the boy shook his head. "Nah, just boy dogs. Boys have wieners; girls have 'ginas."
The girl looked up from her study of Sam's canine genitalia and stared at the boy, Billy. She looked pensive before she parted her lips again to speak. "If boy bits are called wieners; why are hot dogs also called wieners?"
The question stumped the young Einstein, and he fell silent thinking it over. "Maybe it's because they get them from dog wieners!" He offered, looking horrified at the thought. As the memory of every barbeque he'd attended and every hot dog consumed, the boy's face only continued to pale. His female friend squealed with horror.
"I'm never eating another hot dog in my life!" She cried, throwing herself onto Sam's back in a tackling sort of hug. "I won't let them cut your wiener off!"
Jumping into the conversation, another plumper version of Billy- his twin brother, settled beside them. "If Sam has a wiener, does the other one have a 'gina?"
Such an intriguing question coupled with the end of their doggy- biscuit supply, brought all the children's attention. Billy, eager to be the center of attention in their group spoke up eagerly while a hand jabbed a pointing finger to where Mako's privates were exposed, showing the pink folds of his lower lips. "Yeah! She does! It's a boy dog and a girl dog!"
The girl giggled delightfully, "Ooh! Are they a couple?!"
Shalia glanced up from the newspaper at the loud question with a warm smile. "I think they should be, don't you think so?"
"Oh yes! They'd be a great couple! They match! What kind are they?"
"German Shepherds."
The girl clapped with delight. "Ooh! A couple of German Shepherds! They'd be such a good boyfriend and girlfriend!" She leaned towards Samantha's muzzle and stared at her eyes, "Would you be a good man for this pretty lady!" Her fingers dove into Mako's neck and rubbed along his throat before her gaze swiveled to him. "You'd be a good girlfriend, wouldn't you? I bet you would! You'd be such a sweet girl!"
Suddenly realizing something the girl squealed with delight, "They should have puppies! They'd be so cute! Little puppies!" The other children quickly considered this idea and joined in the explosive commentary.
"I want a puppy!"
"Me too!"
The small girl petted Mako's forehead with a serious expression, "She should have little doggies and then give me one."
Shalia chuckled, "Well, puppies are cheaper than kids and this one makes an excellent cushion!" Her toes squeezed together and pressed into his soft stomach and pushed the fur of Mako's coat up between her toes. The heat of the dog's stomach made her sight faintly to herself with quiet delight. "Mmm... I could use this to relax every day after a hard workout..."
The kids eagerly titter amongst themselves at the prospect of puppies while the two dogs blushed ferociously beneath their fur. Mako's skin seemed to burn at the idea of being pregnant coupled with the idea of being a furniture piece. One of the girls procured a stub of crayon and scribbled out the sloppy numbers of her parents' phone number in case of puppies.
"Here, missus! If you do have puppies, can you call us?" She asked sweetly, holding up the napkin with her scribbled note. Shalia smiled at the smudy crayon before giving a little nod and tucking the number into the outer pocket of her purse.
Satisfied, the kids scampered off and narrowly missed slamming into the waitress waiting a few feet from the stairs. Once the area cleared of elementary students, the waitress stepped forward. "Is there anything else I can get you, ma'am?"
Shalia shook her head, "Just the check please."
The waitress nodded once and set the bill down onto the table, and Shalia promptly paid for her meal. Once she'd paid, the dogs' leashes were gathered back into her hand and a small tug drew them up off the floor and the trio returned to the sidewalk.
Once walking, Shalia tugged the napkin out from her purse, studying the crayon scribble. " Maybe I really should keep you like this, there's plenty of reasons to." She glanced down to Mako's doggy face, seeing the start of a pained grimace in his features. "For one, you are a wonderful foot rest! So warm! My feet feel so cozy even now!"
Mako dropped his gaze, trying to block out the woman's quiet, private voice. He felt the heat of a blush starting beneath his fur once again, spreading across his neck and up along his muzzle till it felt like his nose would glow from the heat of it. Not noticing or not caring about his discomfort, Shalia rattled on, "Plus, puppies are so much better than children! Easier to teach! Easier to feed! And if they don't listen, out into the yard they go! Plus, those kids would love to see little pups straight from your big tummy!" She dropped a hand down to pat Mako's plump midsection, making him yip with surprise.
Samantha seemed to beam with the idea of puppies. Her tail wagged madly with each additional reason behind them and she barked agreeingly to punctuate Shalia's monoloque.
Shalia laughed at Samantha's bark, patting her on the head. "You wanna give him some puppies do you?" She laughed heartily, embarrassing Samantha that a relative silence settled amongst the trio till they arrived home.
At the edge of the backyard, Samantha began to fidget. Her paws skittered on the grass as she walked in a wobble, too busy staring up at Shalia looking for her attention to glance at the long strands of grass catching onto her dainty ankles. When Shalia remained lost in thought, the German Shepherd nudged her head into the woman's knee, earning her the attentive pair of eyes she worked for.
She met Shalia's attention with wide, pleading eyes while a whine streamed from her lips in a slow note as though the string had been drawn on a violen. At the noise, Shalia's nose crinkled with concern, "What is it, dear?"
Samantha's muzzle twitched, as though trying to work in a way unaccustomed to it before she whispered, in a rough, faint tone, "The thing..."
Her cryptic words met a dangling silence that dropped as Shalia's head jerked back slightly and both brows furrowed with thought, "What thing?"
"The thing... you know... that human girls do..." Her feet shuffle again across the grass, this time from discomfort rather than distraction. Shyly, her eyes skimmed over to Mako, lingering on him for a short beat.
Shalia watched the invisible path of the girl's eyes before she perked up, "Oh yes! The thing!" She spun on a heel like a ballerina lost in the dance of her show and a hand swept up in a subtle point in his direction before a itching burn poured over Mako's tongue. The surface seemed to crawl with the itch, a bubbling, needy sensation of heat.
Gasping shortly, Mako leapt towards the water bowl against the house with the tip of the hose lounging in it as a perpetual bather. Mako plunged his burning tongue into the cold water, yet even beneath the clear surface it still seemed to crawl with the unrelenting burn of... something.
Thinking perhaps it was only an extreme thirst, Mako frantically shaped his tongue into a bowl, trying to mimic the flawless way dogs scooped the water up, though his only success was more splashing until the instinctual manner of drinking seemed to melt into his mind and he lapped up the water greedily, but to no avail.
Mako's eyes shifted questioning to Shalia and her smile confirmation his suspicions of her. A deviant glow shone from her eyes and the tight corner of her smirk sealed the package. With a wink, she pointed towards Samantha's crotch where her large cock peeked from it's furred covering. "Only a particular substance can quench that ache in your tongue..."
As though copying her former mistress-turned-mastermind accomplice, Samantha grinned to Mako deviously, pushing her hips forward as if to tempt his desire with the side of the pointed, red tip- an oozing stick of lipstick ready to be applied.
Turning towards the house to excuse herself, Shalia glanced back over one shoulder with the same taunting grin painted over her lips, "No worries, Mako. It's perfectly natural for a bitch to want to please and maintain her husband."
As Shalia's footsteps softened and faded from earshot, Mako felt himself propelled forward towards the tip of Samantha's waiting cock. The tapered tip twitched slightly, the rest still within her furred sheath. Once close enough, Mako's head sunk down to her thigh, briefly nuzzling to the fur before his lips touched to the tip, like a kiss. His demeanor seemed to convey an unspoken thank-you while his mind spun with the burning in his tongue.
No longer was his desire to please Samantha irritating, but it had become necessary. He felt like without her cock, his tongue would a be alight and the desire would burn him alive, thus he unconsciously thanked her, nuzzling to her thigh and affectionately easing into his needy "meal." Thanking finished, his lips parted hungerly around the red tip and sunk down over her head. Instantly, both sides of his mouth closed in tightly, suckling along the first inch of Samantha's length.
The girl shuddered and both eyes flew open. While she'd expected the experience to be pleasurable, the sensation of Mako's hot mouth tightening around her, suckling needily at the head of the gigantic, but highly sensitive tip sent lightening down her spine. Faintly she whimpered, cooing for the bitch to continue.
And continue he did. With the burning itch still on his tongue, his energetic suckling wasn't enough to sate his thirst for her, so his tongue soon joined, lapping up along the growing amount of exposed cock flesh. Each lick felt like a gulp of cold water, momentarily cooling the fire in his mouth, but once his tongue receded off her skin the itch returned, revitalized.
Slurping noisily and licking without shame, Mako's head bobbed down over Samantha's thick shaft. His lips, wrapped tightly around her girth in a tight scukle with his tongue inside, slurping madly, pushed down the skin of her sheath so it bunched just beneath her bulbous knot- still small at the current point. With the length of his muzzle, Mako worked to fit the entirety of the girl's cock, up to the knot, inside his mouth allowing the entire surface of her sensitive, hot skin to sate his burning desire. Each time he bobbed back down, the tip of her cock kissed the back of his throat and he retreated again, popping off from her length for a mere fraction of a second before his tongue was lapping over the flesh again, cleaning off his own saliva shamelessly.
Samantha leaned back partly, watching Mako's display of submission with a mixture of shock and awe. Her mouth hung partway open and her bottom lip twitched with the soft phants that danced over the loose appendage. Her breathing came in warbling shakes intermixed with puppy- like whines of delight. Though while she enjoyed herself, Samantha also watched Mako. She stared down at the mess of his mouth, the state of hunger in his eyes. The intensity of his stare matched that of an addict. Both eyes stared down at his task while he seemed oblivious that he was making a mess of himself. Saliva dripped off of the hair on his chin and oozed out of the corner of his mouth, and each breath he took was short and hoarse like a man lost in the desert.
Suddenly gasping, Samantha felt the first spurt of pre- cum leave her cock and splash to the back of Mako's throat in the deep dive over her crotch. Instantly, the bitch quivered with delight and moaned over his flesh. At last, something seemed to help the burn in his tongue. His suckling grew harder and his tongue twisted around her tip, trying to force out more of the saltine spray.
Moaning herself, Samantha complied with his wishes. Pre- cum oozed from her tip copiously, leaking like a facet once it had started. Starving for the relief that came in the form of her salty goop of pre- cum, Mako sucked the substance down with his mouth constricting like a vacuum. Quivering, Samantha suddenly gasped and her body stiffened.
Oblivious to her impending orgasm, Mako continued in his haze of desire until a sudden explosion of cum hit his tongue. The substance splashed into his mouth, smearing onto the insides of his cheek and along the roof of his mouth before it oozed towards the back of his throat.
The burning sensation at last eased off and disappeared, and Mako slumped into the grass between Samantha's legs, breathing with nearly closed eyes. While Mako seemed to check out from the situation, Samantha's body began to shift. Her fur fell off onto the grass and slowly exposed the smooth, pale porcelain of her skin before as a human. The same black hair stretched down from her scalp and hung over the shape of her bare breasts.
Watching from the slits of his barely open eyes, Mako returned to his conscious mind. The salt taste of spunk lingering in his mouth, Mako winced with shame settling in. "I just sucked her cock..." Mako thought to himself, though the words barely registered before a crash of thunder broke through the sky and the pounding bullets of a rainstorm sudden broke through the sky.
"I think we did enough for the day!" Samantha chirped, beaming with lingering pleasure and the delight of having Mako deliver said pleasure. "Let's go inside!"
Mako blinked, and although a lingering of feeling of distaste both literally for the taste of jizz and for himself, relief took precedence as he began to trot towards Shalia's house. Before Mako had even gone a foot, Samantha's shrill yip of a laugh broke the air.
"Not there, Silly! OUR house!" Her hand jabbed through the air towards her dog house, nestled back in the garden, surrounded by an explosion of flowers, giddy in the fresh rain falling onto them.
Mako's jaw sunk down, surprised. His paws froze in the grass and he stopped walking entirely. Realization of her words sunk in slowly, sending his tail beneath his legs. Samantha merely shook her head with amusement and grabbed onto the scruff of his neck. Her fingers gripped tight, leaving no room for disobedience, but Mako didn't have any to give anyways.
At the open arch "doorway" of the doghouse, Samantha paused to drop to her knees. Her bare, human butt swayed in front of Mako's nose while she tried to find a comfortable way to shimmy inside the cramped space of the dog house. For a moment, a blank stare held his face before Mako's nose twitched with interest and dipped down towards the pale flesh of her butt and her dog cock beneath, this time of his own control.
Perhaps it was a lingering bit of Shalia's enchantment or perhaps true desire took ahold of Mako for a split second, but his tongue darted out and stroked a long lick over the smooth, rounded shape of the girl's ass. While Samantha froze with shock, Mako's tongue worked down to the musky balls that peeked out between the girl's thighs. The juxtaposition of the feminine curves and plush thighs with a manly, musky pair of balls only excited Mako further as his nose snuffled down into the rich scent. His mind clouded and the lingering shame he felt from early faded while a desire of his own intermixed with natural bitch tendencies and drove him to lick along her balls eagerly.
For a moment, Samantha let him toy with her, but then a hand swatted sharply at his nose. "Bad dog! Control yourself!" She snapped, though she hid the edge of a smile at the corner of her mouth.
Mako's head drooped obediently while both ears dropped as well. He whimpered with apology and looked longingly at the girl's nude body. Chuckling, Samantha made it the rest of the way into the house and leaned against the back wall. "Come here, Mako! If you be a good doggy and listen maybe I'll let you satisfy some of those naughty desires of yours!"
Tail starting to wag behind him, Mako wiggled into the dog house. The fit was tight, legs tangling and Mako's short claws scratching accidentally at Sam's long, soft legs. Once inside, Sam patted onto Mako's head- an action that took much more maneuvering than one would think. "I think you did what I said pretty good, didn't you, Mako?"
While Mako listened and nodded with an absent, puppy- like stare, Samantha basked in the warmth of the situation. Her orgasm lingered from earlier, but more powerful than even that she felt Mako's resistance weakening. She felt wanted by him, even if part of that desire came from his form as a dog. Her dreams, held since she was nearly a pup, seemed to be coming true and she didn't want that to end, even to sleep.
"That's right!" She yipped, squirming down so that his head could lay between her breasts. Mako's muzzle tickled at the soft skin of her naked chest and Sam's voice lowered, mimicking the intimacy of the moment in the volume of her voice. Slowly, she swept her hair back off her breasts and exposed the full swells to Mako's eyes in the dim light.
Each breast matched the pale skin of the rest of her human form, making the pink bud of her nipple seem to pop even more. Like the small center of a rose yet to bloom, each nipple sat in the perfect center of the plush mounds, pert in the cool night. With an unsure slowness, Mako's tongue snuck from his muzzle and lapped over the pert nub. A soft gasp washed against his ear, but Mako's continued, licking with short, flicking motions.
A hand patted Mako's head, tangling into the thick fur and pulling him closer while whimpers urged him on. Sam's other hand dipped down between Mako's thighs, grazing the slit of his female sex while his tongue made her tremble. Curious, Sam's finger pushed forward into the tight hole of the dog's sex, making Mako whine softly with a wide- eyed look up to Sam's face.
Grinning, Samantha withdrew her fingers, drawing them up to Mako's lips, where the eager canine slurped his own taste from her slender digits. A blush colored his skin, but beneath his fur in the dark it was invisible. Staring up at her, Mako flicked his tongue briefly to her lips like a kiss. Samantha sighed softly and curled her arms tightly around his neck, forgetting their physical intimacy to ease into a tight, cramped, but yet comfortable night of sleep tangled together. The dog turned human with the human turned dog.
From the window of the kitchen in Shalia's house, where the light of a single lamp flickered softly, Shalia looked out from the parted window, listening for when the soft sounds from the doghouse wafted out. Smiling faintly, Shalia gave a satisfied nod and flicked off the light, at last heading to bed herself.
The next day, the sun rose into the sky with a lazy pace as if it was an old man simply waddling out of the house to fetch his newspaper. After the night's rain, the grass glowed with a vibrant green and flowers stood up taller, freshly fed with the fallen water. Worms squirmed their way across the pavement of sidewalks and roads, returning to the damp earth after a night dancing in the rain, celebrating the moist air. Similarly, birds danced through the air, celebrating the stupid worms and fetching breakfast.
Inside the little dog house, Samantha and Mako lay in a tangled nest of their own appendages. Both of Sam's thin, pale arms curled around Mako's neck, holding onto him tightly as though he was a child's teddy bear while her head laid on the edge of his shoulder, balancing precariously. Mako's arms scooped around the girl's lithe body, cupping her lower back to keep her chest steady as his pillow. Her breasts rested on either side of his head, keeping him steady in return. During the night, Mako's canine form had melted off, leaving him bare as Samantha. His fingers were once again stretched, human digits that clutched onto Samantha's flesh rather than scratching it. The mass of his tail no longer remained, but instead a stubborn morning wood jabbed lightly into Sam's belly button, as though thinking it was a very shallow vagina. The fur had disappeared, leaving only his pale skin, warm while it pressed to Sam's equally naked body. While the morning sun spilled through the open arch of the dog house's doorway, Mako began to stir and notice the changes of his body. Blinking to clear sleep from his eyes, he took in the sight of his now human body.
A giddy disbelief sunk over him while he bent his fingers, sliding a hand down to briefly grip the naked girl's asscheek, testing his new fingers and his self- control simultaneously. Before he could lose the battle with his self- control and morning arousal, a familiar face appeared framed in the cheap wood of the dog house.
"Shalia?" Mako murmured, keeping his voice low so as to not wake the still sleeping Samantha clutching onto him, no longer with her massive dog cock pressing to his inner thigh. Though the girl still had a fluffy appendage waggling idly while she slept. For Mako, he remained unsure how to react to seeing the woman who had trapped him into the form of a canine, humiliated him, and forced him to suffer in ways that would haunt most for the rest of their lives. She'd tricked him and used their relationship as a way to do evil on him. Yet, a part of him still saw her as the caretaker woman outside who wore pants just tight enough to tempt his mind to wander, but who mostly reminded him of a friendly grandmother.
As though she read his mind, Shalia settled onto her heels in front of the dog house and spoke, "I know what you must be thinking, Mako. It's hard to comprehend how you should be feeling about me. I did some things you must be opposed to, but let me explain why before you react. I've always seen you as my nephew, ever since that first day when you and Sam met each other in the grass of our shared yards. I just wanted you to be happy, but I knew just telling you things wouldn't be strong enough of an impact. So, I knew I would have to be extreme."
Mako leaned towards her slightly, only as much as Sam would let him move. "What did you need to teach me though? What was I doing wrong?"
"You needed help with a good, decent girlfriend instead of that bitch from your school, Bailey. She was trouble on the way and you were blind to it. I needed to help you and Sam has fancied you from the beginning. Since you two met, she's liked you, even loved you. She truly adores you, and that other girl did not, she won't ever. But this girl, this girl here." She pointed down to where Sam clung onto Mako's chest, whimpering still lost in a dream. "This girl is honest and kind, even though you might not recognize how she'd showed it so far, and she adores you in the purest way and has since pup-hood and now that you might be realizing that, I'm truly happy for you."
Mako shifted slightly, making Sam's grip tighten while she grunted lightly, a display that made Shalia chuckle. "She's been waiting for you to grow up, quite anxiously in fact."
Her eyes dipped down briefly, noticing his cock throbbing out in the air. "Here, I'll let you two... get decent...we're having breakfast over at Daralyn's in a few hours." With that, she handed him a bath robe and headed back into the house, leaving Mako with his sleeping girl once again.
Soon after, Samantha began to stir. Her grip loosened as her eyelids fluttered open to see him. Immediately, a smile spread over her lips as the sight of human Mako staring down at her, "Good morning..," she whispered, voice rough from just waking.
Mako felt his lips twitch up into a small smile before he returned the greeting, "Good morning to you too, Samster."
At the name, Samantha's lips curled into a slight scowl of displeasure. She attached the goofy nickname to being a mere dog, something to play with but to turn on to impress a random girl on the street. Knowing this, Mako cupped her cheek with one hand, lightly tracing the shape of her scowling lips with his thumb. "Don't pout, Sam. I like your smile much better..."
Surprise showed in the girl's eyes, making them pop briefly open into wide quarters. Before she could respond, the boy leaned down and lightly kissed at her lips. A sudden slam started as the girl's tail wagged madly, beating against the wall in a rhythmic, tangible sign of her enjoyment.
The kiss lingered, deepening when Sam shyly parted her lips to an explorative tongue. Mako's hand slid back from her cheek into her hair, sliding back onto her head and holding her to him. Eagerly, she pressed to him only to feel something stiff poke into her stomach.
"Eep!" She squeaked, looking confused while Mako's face shifted into a sheepish grimace. "What is that, Mako?"
Looking down, Mako waited until Sam peeked down between their nude bodies to spot the shape of Mako's returned manhood, stiff against the smooth surface of her stomach. A small pink spread across her cheeks as though she'd applied blush. "Oooohhh..."
"Heh... Sorry." Mako muttered, "It's hard to control in the morning." His own cheeks also darkened with an embarrassed blush, though the color soon deepened with surprise! Sam had drooped a hand between their bodies, curling her grip around the girth of his cock and slowly sinking down.
"W-what are you doing?"
She peeked up at him, eyes wide and inquisitive. "Well, you said it's hard to control. Won't this help you?"
Mako flushed darker, but nodded with a short bob of his head. With his consent given, Samantha continued. Her fingers tightened slightly and began to pump faster over his length before an idea sent the girl wriggling down over his body till her cheek grazed his thigh and her wide eyes stared up from his waist.
"Oh Gods, Sam... Y-you don't have to do th-that!" A surprised squeak stole Mako's voice as two hot lips pushed down over his length, instantly a moan burbled out from the male's throat while Samantha suckled on his tip earnestly. As her lips began to lower further, bobbing down over his length another moan escaped, "Nevermind! Do that!"
Two hands dropped to Samantha's head, scooping back her hair to watch as her lips descended onto his shaft, kissing his base each down stroke. Already, pressure throbbed through Mako's mind, building in the base of his cock as his balls seemed to churn with preparation to cum.
Pre- cum trickled from Mako's tip quickly, already signaling an impending orgasm. Samantha doubled her efforts and in no time, Mako grumbled out a short warning and tightened his hold on her hair. Unperturbed, Samantha tightened her lips and took the load of cum within sealed lips, swallowing noisily once Mako slumped back, panting.
"Oh man... Samantha... You didn't have to do that..." He mumbled, looking almost embarrassed at himself for letting the girl service him. Samantha only grinned, laying her head against his chest, "I was just returning the favor."
Mako nodded, remembering another instance from the day before when he'd been trapped in a female dog form. An instance that involved a frighteningly large doggy cock "Oh really? Think you'd like to return another favor from yesterday?"
Samantha glanced at his cocky grin and chuckled, "Come on, we have breakfast to get to!"
Mako pouted, but donned his robe and followed Sam's dash into Shalia's house for a shower and clothes before they entered Daralyn's house as a trio, Sam standing between Shalia and Mako as they all chatted around the counter and Daralyn sliced fruit to spread onto a large, perpetually emptying, thanks to Daralyn's lingering husband at her side snatching the fruit pieces, platter.
"So, Daralyn, this is Sam- my cousin, and she'll be staying with me. If you'd be so kind as to help settle her in, show her around, welcome her it'd be so appreciated." Shalia announced.
Daralyn exploded with excitement, hands swinging up into the air despite the large chef's knife she held in one hand. Fearing his life, her husband skittered off to one side, finally allowing some fruit to gather onto the breakfast platter and instead moving to finish prepping the eggs and bacon for their meal.
"Of course we'll help! Welcome to the neighborhood, sweetie! This will be so exciting! It'll be like having a daughter around! If you ever need a ride somewhere! Or need to go shopping! Or wanna go running! I'm here! Here, sit in Mako's spot! Have some breakfast!"
Mako, standing mere inches from the chair just offered out and holding his plate of food, suddenly had his plate snatched from him before Sam settled down onto his seat, grinning as she munched onto a piece of bacon.
"Sounds like I'll be well taken care of here!" Sam chirped, beaming at her new friends and family. "Soon I'll be at Mako's school too!" Briefly, she glanced over at Mako, her playful and mildly vindictive side briefly showing in a sharp smirk.
Looking back at Daralyn, her smile transformed into a beaming grin once again. "Oh! By the way, My luggage is still on the way, could I borrow a pair of socks? My feet get so cold in the morning!"
Instantly, Daralyn rushed to the basket of laundry sitting near the door of the laundry room, plucking up a pair of her own fuzzy socks. She arched back her arm and tossed the small bundle. Seeing the little package, darting through the air, Mako suddenly felt an explosion of desire that sent him up into the air, mouth stretched open to catch the thing from the air, plucking it up mid- flight.
The room fell silent and a loud clatter announced that Daralyn had dropped the knife onto the floor with realization. Mako shuffled on his feet after proudly delivering the socks to Sam's waiting palm. With a banana slice hanging off his lip, Mako's father watched with a stare of stupidity. Meanwhile, Shalia sheepishly looked at her feet, noticing the realization in her friend's eyes of the lesson she'd been teaching staring out at the kitchen with shocked realization, Daralyn muttered softly, "Oh my..." | FSE |
Title: Best Day of my Life
Tags: surprise vacation, lesbians, romantic, girls making love, cabin, roses, getaway, love
The early morning sun began to shine brightly through our bedroom window- waking me up. I wasn’t much of a morning person until the first morning you and I woke up in each other’s arms. After that, I grew to love mornings. Our mornings were special. It was the one time of the day where we actually got to hold each other close and not be in a big hurry. All the cuddling and whispering as we each wake up. Except this morning, I woke up too late. Your scent still lingered in the air though... mango mandarin lotion. I reached over for you, but you were gone. A frown took over my face, until I saw a note that you had left on your pillow for me. I reached for the note and cuddled up with your pillow... hoping to get a stronger scent of you. The note was folded into the shape of a heart with your lip prints in the center... with the slight scent of your perfume CK-One remaining on it. I softly touched my lips to yours then opened the note and read it:
“My Meliss,
Oh, how I wish I were in bed with you still... caressing that sweet, sexy body of yours... kissing your soft lips... and feeling your knowing fingertips all over me.”
I sighed softly, wishing those very things, too. My body was slowly beginning to react to your words as if you were there. I squeezed the pillow tighter underneath my arms.
“I stayed up all night last night just watching you sleep... not believing that we are actually here... together. You mean the world to me, little one. I don’t know what I would do without you. Thank you for being so understanding with my weird hours since I started this new job. While you were sleeping, I was beeped and had to go to the hospital. I wanted to wake you, but you looked so peaceful that I just let you lay there.”
Tears welled up in my eyes reading your tender and heartfelt words. You always had a way with your letters that made me fall in love with you even more.
“I love you with all of my heart, baby. I’ll make it up to you when I get home. I promise.
Love you,
Your doll baby
P.S. Happy anniversary! ”
I curled up in a ball on the bed (still naked because we both agreed to never wear any clothes while in bed) and breathed in deeply your scent from your pillow. Tears slowly trickled down my cheek. I missed you. It had been one hard, yet glorious month since we moved in together (finally) in a small, but quaint house just outside the city. From the moment we saw the house, we were both in love with it. From the hard wood floors, to the hot tub in the back yard, to the cozy fireplace in the living room... it was perfect. If only we could be there to enjoy it together. Your hours at the hospital were ever changing. I had just finished cleaning a monster house (that we “christened” for the owners, too, when you brought me dinner one late night.), so we were beginning to see less and less of each other with our busy hours. And this was the first morning that we were to spend apart since the big move.
I had grown accustomed to feeling your arms wrapped around me, and feeling your lips on the back of my neck every morning to wake me up. (You always seemed to wake up before I did, no matter how early I tried to make myself get up. I never figured that out.) I closed my eyes and could see you lying next to me with that picturesque smile of yours. I could feel your hand caressing my cheek... your fingers running through my soft hair... your soft lips touching mine... our tongues dancing together in a song that only the two of us knew the words to. A soft moan escaped my lips.
I hugged the pillow tight and wiped away my tears... kissing your lips once more. I longed for your touch. Turning towards the clock, it read 8:30. It was still way too early for me, but I decided to get up anyway. I had a plan to get you all to myself for the next couple days.
I walked into the bathroom to find yet another note from you. “I love you” was written in lipstick on the mirror. A smile crossed my lips. I turned on the water for the shower and jumped in. I lathered my body up with soap... wishing it were your hands all over my body, instead of my own. I resisted the urge to release my pent up energy and rinsed off. That was the one thing about the small house that I absolutely loved! The shower was HUGE, and it came with a massage showerhead, too! We never missed a chance to bathe each other in it neither. Your naked body was an instant turn-on for me. I couldn’t keep my hands off you. Ahhh... another thing I missed about you lately... your body against mine. I let out a heavy sigh.
I dried off and threw on some clothes and drove down to my favorite florist. Between you and I, we kept that little shop pretty busy. The lady behind the counter recognized me immediately and her face lit up. “Hey Melissa. How are ya this morning?” Her adorable southern twang oozing from her red lips. I gave my best smile and told her that I was fine. “So...” she went on. “What’s it gonna be today, hon?”
“Let’s see... I wanna send a dozen red roses to her at the hospital as soon as you can, ‘cause I’m not sure how much longer she’ll be there. And, I’ll take a half dozen white roses home with me, please.”
“Ooh. Are we celebratin’ somethin’?” she asked with a huge smile.
“Well, not really, but we have been here for a month now. I just wanted to let her know that I was thinking ‘bout her.”
“Honey, I would be the luckiest woman on Earth if I could find half of what you two lovebirds have. One of these days, you’re gonna hafta come in at the same time, so I can see what a pair you two make.”
I blushed a crimson red at her sweet words and thanked her. She assured me that the red roses would be the best of the bunch and would be in my lover’s arms in less than an hour. I went back home with my white roses and a sweet smile upon my face. Once home, I put the roses in a vase until I was ready for the next phase of my plan.
The guest bedroom served as a work out room and an office for the both of us. We both tried to keep in shape for the other. I pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail and shucked my shirt, leaving me in a pair of shorts and a sports bra. I started with some squats. Gotta keep that ass nice and tight for you. And ended with some stomach crunches.
During my work out, I glanced at my watch. It was nearly an hour since I had left the florist. I grinned hoping that you were smelling the beautiful roses right then. Sure enough, you were. You had just left a patient who was going home today when Bailey, a nurse, stopped you in the hall telling you that you had a package at the nurse’s station. She winked at you, following closely behind. In the month that you had worked there, all the nurses were accustomed to me sending you small gifts, but never anything of this magnitude before, so they were all giddy with excitement for you. We were scared to let them know about us at first, but we were pleasantly relieved that they found us to be such a cute couple and no one thought evil of us. I had come to eat lunch with you on several occasions, and Bailey noticed how lovey-dovey we were being. She told you privately, after I had left, that she was honored to be able to see a couple that was so much in love. The rest of the nurses later agreed, so we never hid our love after that.
When you saw the roses, your heart fluttered in your chest. You were awe struck by their beauty and you knew immediately whom they were from. All the nurses began telling you to open the card. You took a deep sniff of a rose and opened the card. Only three short, but powerful words appeared: “I miss you.” A tear rolled down your cheek. Bailey stood next to you, hugging your shoulder. “Awww, sweetie. Don’t you cry. You get her on the phone right now and tell her you’ll be home soon. She needs you more than we do,” and handed you the phone. You sat down and dialed the number.
I was in the middle of a sit-up when the phone rang. I jumped up, nearly tripping on a dumb bell, and got the phone. “Hello?” I answered breathless.
“I love you, baby,” you managed to get out in a soft voice with a sniff. Just from those three soft words, I could tell you had been crying, so my floodgates were opening up all over again.
“Aww, baby doll, I love you, too. Please don’t cry. You know... what that does to me!” I could hear some of the nurse’s voices in the background, so I knew you weren’t alone, which comforted me. I would hate the thought that you were alone crying. The nurses cared about you enough to be there for you when I couldn’t.
“I’m so sorry that I had to leave this morning, but I should be home very soon.” You made sure I noticed the emphasis on “very.”
“It’s ok, sweets. You just get home in one piece, ok? There’s more for you when you get here.” On to phase two I thought with a smile.
“Oh, there is?” Your voice perked up. “What else have you got planned?” I could hear the nurses “ooh’ing” and “aww’ing” at your excited words.
“It’s a surprise. You better get back to work, so you can come home faster! I love you.”
“I love you more than you will ever know, Meliss. I’ll be home as soon as I can, love.” And we hung up.
I was extremely proud of you for getting as far as you had at the hospital in such a short time. The kids all loved you and didn’t want you to leave their side. The staff immediately grew to love you, too, once they believed you were there for the kids, not to just get the big bucks. Only problem was they were seeing you more than I was. And that was about to change! I had work to be done! I hopped in the shower again. I was giddy with excitement. My baby was coming home soon. I lathered up my entire body. It felt like an eternity had passed since I was next to you, when in reality, it was just a couple hours ago. My mind was going into over-drive about what was going to take place when we seen each other. I had to snap myself out of my daydream, and rinse off. I picked out a white thong that was covered in hearts and a matching bra. I pulled on my favorite pair of tan Wranglers, (which happened to be your favorite, too) and a dark tan T-shirt with black lettering. Then I laced up my boots. I couldn’t decide what to do with my hair, so I just brushed it to the side. My perm still had lots of curl to it and asked to be showed off, but I knew you also liked seeing me in my Black Stetson. A touch of make-up and I was done with my outfit.
I didn’t know how much time I had before you were home, so I was scampering about, trying to finish my plan. I scattered the roses throughout the house and attached little notes to each one. I held the last one in my hand on our bed. The house soon began to take on the aroma of the roses. I turned on the CD player and popped in a CD that I had made special for you with all of our songs.
Two hours after we got off the phone, you were walking in the front door. “Meliss?” You call out... no answer. It’s then that you see the first rose on the stand by the door where we leave our keys. “What on earth?” You ask softly to yourself. You open the note:
“Welcome home, honey. There’s five more of me. The next one of us will give you quite a ‘work out.’ (Go to the work out room, please.)”
A huge smile appears on your face. You drop your keys, take off your shoes, and head off to the room with the rose in your hand. You find the rose sitting on the bench with another note:
“You are my reason for ‘living.’ (Please go to the living room, baby.)” And you do, with two roses now in your hands. Your heart is beating faster and faster in anticipation of seeing me again.
“I could ‘eat’ you up right now! (Please go to the kitchen.)” And so on, until you get to the fifth rose. The last note says, “I’m waiting for you. ‘Cum’ find me.” An even bigger smile over-takes your face. You race to the bedroom door and find that it’s closed. You slowly open it, not knowing what to expect. You hear the CD playing softly, and then you spot me on the bed... curled up on my side asleep on the silk sheets with the last rose lying next to me. I had done tuckered myself all out with my excitement.
You lay the roses down on our dresser, then gingerly crawl onto the bed behind me. You want desperately to wake me up, but you know you had better do it softly. Your body takes on the form of mine in the spooning fashion. You grab the rose that was lying on the bed next to me and softly drag it across my face. As I start to stir, you place a tender kiss on the back of my neck and whisper, “Good morning, sunshine.”
“Mmmm... Is that really you, baby, or is this some dream I’m in?” I softly purr, not wanting to wake up if it is a dream. The rose falls from your fingertips as you wrap your arm around my waist, pulling me closer, then kiss my neck again. “Nice answer,” I whisper as I turn over onto my back.
“Hi, baby. Thank you for the roses.” You say as you lean down to kiss the tip of my nose. As you rise up, my hands go to your cheeks, caressing them. I lean up and softly touch my lips to yours. My tongue snakes out between my lips, pleading to be let into your hot mouth. You willingly oblige, as our kiss grows more passionate. My body is trembling with excitement. I wrap my arms around you, one at the waist and the other under your arm that’s resting on the bed. I hear a faint moan from you when I suck on your tongue as you pull it out of my mouth. You break the kiss reluctantly to catch your breath.
“You’re welcome,” I say softly with a wicked grin. My body is once again alive with excitement at the feel of your skin. You scoot down on the bed a little bit so you can rest your head on my chest. I begin to softly massage your back through your blouse. “That feels so good, Meliss. I could lay here forever,” you purr as you give me a soft squeeze. I kiss the top of your head. You were slowly relaxing under my touch when I felt you suddenly tense up. You had spotted the packed suitcase on the floor at the side of the bed.
“Baby?” You quietly ask.
“Yes, my love?”
“Are we going somewhere?”
“As a matter of fact, we are. That is, as soon as we find the energy to tear ourselves apart.” I giggle then I start tickling your side, making you squirm and laugh above me. “And don’t even ask, cause it’s a surprise,” I go on.
As the giggling subsides, you fully lay your body on top of me with one leg lying in between mine. As if by cue, Dido’s song “Best Day of my Life” begins to play. My hands once again begin to stroke your back. I gaze up into your beautiful eyes to find a look of pure love. A shudder runs through my body. It wasn’t the first time I had seen that much passion in your eyes, but it still excited me to no end. You were mine, finally. The line in Dido’s song was so very true: “If my house fell down around me, I wouldn’t have a clue, because you’re near me.”
“Kath?” I softly ask.
“Yeah?” Your eyes still glazed over with love.
“You remember that promise we made when we first got together to not fall too hard?” I pause as you nod yes. “I think I broke it.” You lean down to place the softest kiss I’ve ever felt upon my lips. My heart melts. I slightly open my mouth, wanting the kiss to become deeper. You take the invitation and slide your tongue between my lips, causing me to moan into your mouth. I loved kissing you. I was left unbelieving that I was your first kissing partner from the very beginning. You were never in a rush and added in just the right amount of wetness to drive me crazy with lust. Our first kiss left me wet for weeks on end just thinking about it. Every kiss before that was nothing but a waste of breath. You were everything I ever wanted in a kisser, and we always took full advantage of a spare moment to “practice” our techniques. Only this kiss was a bit different. It was full of love, rather than pure lust. It was as if we were telling each other via our tongues how much we cared for each other. I felt a tear drop onto my cheek, and I knew it wasn’t from me. I opened my eyes and slowly ended our wonderful kiss. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I inquire as I wipe your tear-stained cheeks with my thumb.
“Nothing’s wrong. That’s just it. Everything is perfect! I’m with the woman that I love... A woman who spoils me... A woman that I absolutely adore.”
“A woman that’s gonna steal you away from the world for a couple days, too,” I add with a wink.
“That’s only if I decide to let you up, little one.” You remark back smiling as you softly flick the end of my nose with your index finger. You did have a point there. You were a smidgen taller and stronger than I was, but I wasn’t about to let that stand in my way. In one swift move, I rolled us over so that I was now on top of you. Your eyes grew wide in surprise.
“A-ha! Didn’t know I could do that, did you?” I laugh! You tried to roll us back over, but I had you pinned down. I grabbed your arms and pulled them up over your head. You tried to squirm your way out of my hold, but it wasn’t any use. I kissed you hard on the lips. My tongue immediately re-entering your mouth, dancing playfully with your tongue. The kiss took you by surprise. You froze for an instant, then began kissing me back with such fire I had never known from you. Your hips began to rise up on their own accord, meeting mine. Our lips locked together and I took full advantage of it. I began sucking your breath away. I knew that drove you wild. I pulled my lips away from yours, panting and smiling that devilish smile.
“Damn, baby! I love it when you do that.” You say trying to catch your breath.
“Well, I plan on doing it a lot more as soon as we reach our home away from home.” I pause for a moment, then continue, “I’d love to stay like this, but we’ve gotta git, so we can beat the weekend traffic. So, get your sweet ass up and put those roses in a vase.” I release your arms and playfully slap at your leg as I get off the bed.
“Yes, ma’am!” You giggle, mocking my southern drawl.
I picked up the suitcase (not that we needed it anyway, but just in case) before you even started getting off the bed. I loaded the suitcase into the back of the truck, then walked back into the house. You were still lying on the bed, nearly falling asleep. I crawled up beside you on the bed and kissed your forehead. “Baby, we can stay here if you want to. We don’t have to go anywhere,” I whisper.
“No! I want to go with you. I’m just tired. Stayed up too late watching you,” you cooed back.
“Well, c’mon. You can sleep on the way there, ok?”
I grabbed a couple of Dr Peppers for the ride there and we were out the door. We stopped at the nearby grocery store for the essentials... whip cream, chocolate syrup, cherries, and whatever else caught our eye. The lady at the checkout counter gave us a knowing smile and blushed, but didn’t ask any questions. Then once again, we were in our truck and on our way. You had your head leaned up against the passenger window with your eyes closed. I knew you were tired, but that was no way to sleep comfortably.
“Honey, why don’t you lie down?” I patted my leg for you to use as a pillow. You smiled and took the invitation. You laid your head down softly, draping your arm over my thigh, gently rubbing it with your thumb. You looked so innocent and at peace, but most of all, beautiful. I turned the radio down, then ran my fingers through your hair and traced a line over your cheek and forehead to relax you. Within minutes, your thumb had ceased to move and you were sleeping. I could have sworn I heard you purr a time or two. I was caught between wanting to get to the cabin in a hurry, and not wanting to wake you. So for once, I actually drove the speed limit.
A short time later, we pulled into the driveway of a gorgeous two-story log cabin that was surrounded by Oak trees and had access to the lake in back. I stopped the truck near the front door and softly tried waking you up. “Baby, we’re here. Wake up,” I whisper as I tenderly shake your shoulder. You slowly awake from your sleep and sit up, rubbing your eyes and yawning.
“Where are we?” You ask in between yawns and stretches.
“Do you remember me telling you about a log cabin that I cleaned a couple years ago?” You nod. “Well, this is it. Veronica, the owner, is letting us borrow it for the next couple days. I was talking to her the other day while I was cleaning another house of hers and was telling her that I needed some time off with you, so she gave me the keys and told me to enjoy. C’mon. I’ll show you around. You’re gonna love it.” I grab your hand and wait for you to climb out of my side of the truck, then walk you to the front door. When we get there, you turn me towards you and kiss my lips tenderly. I softly moan into your mouth. “Thanks.”
“No, Melissa. Thank you. This is all very nice. You didn’t have to do all this to get my attention, ya know?”
“I know, but I wanted to. I wanted to have you to myself for a little while. I told you that I would get your attention if I needed you.” I give that devilish smile once again. “C’mon in. We’ll get the stuff later. I want to show you the house.”
I open the door and let you walk in first. The house looked even better than I had remembered. There were pictures of Indians, wolves, eagles, and horses all over the walls. Even the paint scheme was different since I had seen it last. It was now a rustic kind of look. There was fresh wood in the fireplace, so I told you to take a look around, while I get a fire going since a cold front was supposed to come through tonight. The den had thick forest green carpet that would be perfect for cuddling while sitting in front of the fire. The kitchen had shiny hard wood floors and dark-glazed wooden cabinets. The kitchen wasn’t my area, but you loved this kitchen. Lots of counters space (all granite) and a big refrigerator. I found you in the kitchen just standing there. I came up behind you, wrapping my arms around your waist. I rest my chin on your shoulder. “You like?” I ask.
“Yeah, it’s gorgeous and must’ve cost a fortune.”
“It did! If I remember correctly, the refrigerator alone was $5,000 and the countertops were like $300 per square foot."
“Dang! That’s a lot of money. Show me the rest, please, my lady.”
“With pleasure, Madame.” I reach for your hand and begin to walk down the hall towards the guestrooms, past the circular staircase.
The bedrooms were also carpeted in the same forest green carpet. There was an old saddle in one room and some old bridles in the other. The rooms were fully furnished, complete with queen size beds and dressers. Adjoining the two rooms was a bathroom big enough to put ours to shame. It had a walk-in shower big enough for 4 people that had a couple of showerheads at different heights for the massage effect. Then, a huge bathtub that also came equipped with all the massage stuff. Also, there were two sinks and a huge mirror. Just above the bathtub was a big window that had a partial view of the lake. There was a small TV tucked away inside a cabinet, too.
“Wait till you see the Master Bathroom, sweets.”
“You mean... this isn’t... oh my God! You’re kidding! Show me!”
I lead you back down the hallway and up the circular staircase. Upstairs was like a loft, covering most of the second floor. It is totally opened up except for the doorway to the bathroom. “This is the Master Bedroom,” I exclaim. There was a balcony over-looking the den and the entryway. Opposite the balcony was a wall of bay windows. The view was gorgeous. Especially when the sun was setting beyond the lake, as it was right now. I sat down on a chest at the foot of one of the windows, so I could watch the sunset while you continued to look around. I was still sitting there when I happened to glance up at you staring at me from the doorway. “What?” I ask, with the sun nearly gone over my shoulder.
“Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are right now?” You purr.
I blush and turn my attention back to the water and setting sun. Now it was your turn to gain my attention. I sense you walking to me, but don’t turn around. You gently push at my back, so I scoot up allowing you room behind me to sit down. You put your legs on either side of me, then wrap your arms around me. I lean back into you, cuddling against your chest. We watch in silence as the remaining tiny piece of sun melts into the lake. “That was beautiful,” I sigh, breaking the silence.
“Yes, it was. But not half as beautiful as you.” You kiss at my temple.
I turn my head instinctively, just in time to feel your soft lips touch mine. A low moan comes from deep within me. What started out as a soft kiss, quickly turns into a very heated and passionate one. Our bodies are consumed by the raw passion that is flowing between us. Our tongues dueling for rights into each other’s mouths. Our hands grasping for anything to hold onto. Somehow, we reach the bed, me pinning you on your back. Blindly, I begin to unbutton your blouse, but I can’t seem to do it fast enough for the burning desire deep within me. Between kisses, I whisper “You better take this shirt off, before I rip it open.” Try as you may, you couldn’t accomplish the feat neither, so without saying a word, I rip your shirt open, sending buttons across the room. I hear a loud moan from you, so I kiss you harder, grinding myself on you. I needed to be near you, to be close to you, to be inside you. My hand smoothes the skin from your breast down to your jeans. I try to unbutton them one handed, but it’s not working fast enough. Groaning, I reach down inside your jeans, underneath your panties, working my way down. You know what I’m going after and softly urge me to stop.
“Baby, I need a shower first.” I kiss you deep and hard, forcing my hand further down to your most intimate spot. “Baby. Let me clean up for you.” I reach your wetness and hear a deep animal-like moan escape your gorgeous lips. I softly rub your clit in small circles, feeling you move underneath me. I break the kiss and look straight into your eyes, but my hand never stops.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask. Sweat now forming on my forehead and I’m breathing hard.
“No! Please don’t stop.” Then you pull me down to kiss me again forcefully. My fingers dipping into your sweet wetness then back up to circle your hard little bud. Your hips rising to meet mine at a more quickened pace. I kiss my way down your chin and all over your neck, tasting our sweat on my tongue and hearing you moan my name out loud. As each thrust goes deeper and deeper inside you, you get louder and louder. I hear the deep guttural moan that I love so much and know you’re getting close. I lick up to your ear and whisper, “Cum for me, baby.” That’s all it takes. Your body tenses up and you dig your nails into my back. You were holding on for dear life it seemed. Then finally, you relax and lay lifelessly beneath me.
I lay quietly beside you, stroking your hair and face while you come back down to Earth. “Wow. Where in the world did all that come from? I felt like I was going to pass out you had me so hot. I sure am glad I didn’t get that shower,” you softly remark with a gentle smile. I lightly kiss your lips.
“I wasn’t about to let you go once I got started, sweetness. But now you can get a shower if you want.” I laugh. “Better yet, why don’t you take a nice, hot bubble bath while I find us something to eat?”
“But what about you, baby?”
“What about me? We have all weekend, honey. I’m sure I’ve got mine coming.” I giggle. “I’ll go get it ready for you, ok? You just lie here and get some of your strength back.”
I move to get up, but you pull me back down on top of you. Your hand goes to the back of my neck, pulling my head closer to yours. Our lips meet in a slow, gentle kiss. There’s no urgency to this kiss. We have all night and the fire is just starting to burn. “Thank you,” you say against my lips.
“The pleasure is all mine.” I kiss the tip of your nose. You release me as I move to get up again. I leave you lying on the bed, so I can go start your bath. I turn back as I reach the bathroom door to see that you haven’t moved one inch. I smile to myself thinking that I’ve never felt more alive and more loved at any one time than as I do right at this very minute, hoping and knowing that you feel the very same way.
As you’re in the tub, I get the room all set up nice. I went out to the truck to get the “groceries.” I put some strawberries in a bowl and set them and the chocolate syrup next to the bed. Veronica had told me beforehand where she kept a stash of candles for an occasion such as this one, so I spread them throughout the room, lighting each one when I had them set up just the way I wanted them. For the final touch, I spread rose petals on the floor leading from the doorway of the bathroom to the bed, then some more in between the sheets. I stripped off all my clothes and silently waited for you to come out of the bathroom. While waiting, I sat in the window again gazing out at the lake that was lit up from the reflection of the moon high above.
I looked up when I heard the water draining from the tub. I could hear you moving around in the water as you were getting out, so I rushed over to the bed, laying in what I thought was a sexy pose. I couldn’t keep the huge smile off my face, knowing that you were going to soon be walking out of the bathroom. The door creaked open slowly. You come walking out towel drying your hair. You freeze in your steps when you feel the rose petals under your bare feet. It’s then that you notice the room is lit up with candles. You survey the room with your eyes, then spot me on the bed. “You, my love, are just full of surprises. What did I do to deserve all this?” You ask with your eyes glued to mine.
I pause for a moment then reply, “You love me.”
“Then let me show you how much I love you.” And you do, well into the early morning hours. | literotica |
Title: Part 4: Newfound Purpose by t-ster
Tags: Character Development, Dragon, Dragoness, Love, M/F, Oral, Sixty-Nine, Story Progression, Telepathy, Vaginal
Hi again, everyone. Sorry to keep you waiting for part 4. I had a bit of writer's block when I started this chapter, but when I got over it, it was quick to write.
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The Choices of Fate -Part 4- A Newfound Purpose
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"I think I'm getting the hang of this." I say, dropping the short-barreled assault rifle from the firing position. I had just put over thirty rounds in a baseball sized target 50 yards away.
"I would hope so," Trevor, the brown otter in his trademark black leather trench coat, replies. "You have had two weeks of nonstop practice."
"Well, what else is there to do? I hadn't qualified to go out on any raids, and I can't just eat all day."
"Well, aren't you a martial artist? You could practice that."
"For ten hours a day? That's too much."
"What about your new powers?"
*Yeah, my new powers. If I could trust them, then maybe I would.* "And risk bringing the roof down on my head? Doubt it."
"Sorry it's so boring here. I didn't think it would be so hard on you. You always did like being on your own."
"I may have been a lone wolf, but I had plenty to keep me busy. How did you think I got so good at those video games?"
"Ah, that's where your time went."
"Yeah, no studies means more levels."
By the time we finished talking, we had walked to the cafeteria. The firing range was isolated from the rest of the base by several layers of storage, empty rooms, and training halls. It was a good fifteen minute walk to the cafeteria, on the side near of the rooms set aside for personal spaces.
On the menu was burgers and spaghetti with meatballs. I had some spaghetti, since I had burgers for lunch. Trevor picked the burgers. We sat at a table, the same one that I had sat at for the last couple dozen meals. I was starting to see a pattern.
Emelia came into the mess hall shortly after we sat down. Her ruby scales standing out among all of the brown, red, gray, black, and white fur of the rest of the Grey Wolves. She got her meal and sat down next to me. Giving me a kiss on the cheek. I had gotten used to that as well. Emelia is my mate, and my first girlfriend. I had to get used to having someone my age show affection in public. I also had to get used to someone else in my bed at night, but that was a bit more... pleasurable.
After the dinner, Emelia and I go to our shared room. When the door closes, our lips meet in a passionate kiss. We move to the large bed in the middle of the room while disrobing each other. We fall unto the bed together, groping and fondling each other. Our tongues and hands exploring the already familiar grounds. I start to trail kisses and licks down her neck, then down her chest. I stop to lavish her taught nipples with gentle licks. I continue my downward trail, my hand cupping her moist mound. Her gasps and moans at the treatment my mouth and hand were giving her drove me on and into a frenzy. I can barely hold myself from plowing her folds with my member and claiming her once more. The only thought I have was to get her as worked up as I am. I reach the opening of her legs with my mouth, and start to work my tongue and teeth around her dripping hole. I try to let as little of her nectar escape as I can, while making sure every brush of my draconic tongue makes her shiver. Soon her moans turned to a pleading voice. "Please, Kevin. Stop teasing me. Take me."
"You sure?" I ask. I'm already sure she wanted me to ram into her. I like the bit of teasing it still held.
"Kevin, please. You know by now."
"Heh, fine. I just wanted to taste my dessert." I tell her while moving back up her body, quicker this time. She wasn't the only one who wanted me inside of her.
Once I get into position above her, I aim my member and push into her buttery smooth tunnel. Both of us moan at the sensations. I hilt myself, and pause for a brief moment to relish the heat and slickness of our joining. I then start to pull out until the tip of my member was inside her. I then piston myself in and out, setting a rhythm that would set us both over the edge before too long. Our moans turn to gasps and cries of pleasure. After a few moments, I felt the pressure build in my loins, and I could feel her pussy start to ripple around my cock. A few more thrusts, and we both came, her walls milking my shaft while I jettison spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into her.
We lay on the bed after our mating, the heady smell of our recent sex getting lost in the already potent musk of the room. When I catch my breath, I ask, "How long until you leave, again?"
"Three more days. I'll miss you."
"Me, or the sex?"
"Both."
"What would I do on the trip, besides make sure you are well sated, I mean. I can't fight!"
"Yes, you can! You don't need your powers to be useful. I hear you have gotten quite good with a rifle."
"Perhaps, but I have no experience. And I don't know if I'll hear the voice again. I gave into it once, and I could a second time."
"Now you know that you can't trust it, you can say 'no'." "Not if it was you."
"Now is not the time for flattery." Emelia replies, sternly.
"I mean, the voice said it was me, what if it decided to be you? I wouldn't be able to say no if you asked me, and the temptation is already pretty strong."
"The power was that intoxicating?"
"Yes, and it is that, ....that *evil*. I can't trust it."
"Well, I guess you are the only one to judge whether or not you are ready. I have no idea what it was like for you."
"I wouldn't wish it on you, or anyone else, but I just want someone who could understand my problems and help me through them."
"...You have me."
"..Thanks, I know this is just as hard on you as it is on me, and having you by my side is more than I deserve."
We snuggle close to each other, and Emelia drifts off to sleep. I try to sleep, but I can't. I keep thinking, *'Why must I be the only one to have this dreadful power? I know the eagle said I am to win the war, but must I do it alone?'* I look back at Emelia, and notice something ...weird. There is a faint purple glow around her. I reach out to touch her, but stop when I see my hand. I have a much stronger glow, and many colors. I make out colors ranging from red and yellow to black and blue. A little concerned that this may be some sort of attack, or drug, I wake up Emelia.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" She says, rubbing her eyes.
"Do you notice anything wrong with me?"
"Besides the fact that you woke me up in the middle of the night? No."
"I'm not glowing?"
"Why would you be?"
"Because I see myself glowing, and you too."
"Huh?"
"You are glowing purple, and I have this multicolor glow."
"Purple? Why would I glow purple?"
"I don't know, I just noticed right before I woke you up."
"Do you think it has anything to do with that voice?"
"I don't think so, it doesn't feel the same. This almost feels...natural."
"Natural?"
"Like it was something I've always done. I still see you, and your beautiful scales, but I also see this..aura around you."
"You could always see strange, swirling colors?"
"Just when I was in slip space..." I trail off, recalling my time that place. The colors that surrounded it, maybe they were just around me? I look at my hand again and realize that the pattern is very similar to what I saw in slip space. They even swirled in a similar way.
"Maybe this is a new power." I say.
"Very useful." Emelia replies, sarcastically.
"Maybe, but there has to be a reason why I can see them now."
"What would that be?"
"Well, for my other powers, I just have to picture myself using them. Maybe this is similar."
"You pictured yourself seeing strange colors?"
"Not in so many words, I was thinking about why I am the only one with these powers, about why I have this burden. Then I could see your purple glow."
"What are you getting at?"
"Maybe I am not the only one with powers, just the only one that went to slip space."
"So I can shoot beams of energy from my hands, too?"
"Don't sound so eager, and I don't think so. My glow looks different from yours, remember? I guess I have to figure out what all the colors mean."
"Well, lets just wait until morning. We both need our sleep."
Emelia rolls over and almost immediately falls asleep. After another half-hour or so, sleep finally claims me. Mercifully, it is a sleep devoid of dreams.
In the morning, I wake up to see the bed empty. I look at the clock on the table by the bed. Crap. I overslept by several hours. I completely missed breakfast, and lunch would be served in an hour. I'm normally one of the first to breakfast, even before Emelia.
I had forgotten about the auras until I got out of bed. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw the swirl of colors again. This time, I studied the swirl very closely. I could make out nine colors; Red, orange, green, blue, yellow, brown, purple, black, and white. Hmm, well, my energy blade is red, so I suppose red means the energy blade. My beam is blue, and so was the owl's, so I guess blue is the beam. That leaves teleportation, remote sensing, shields, creating matter, and this new thing, if this is indeed seeing powers. That leaves two colors open. Then I remember the time in the forest, and the dark energy. The black is the same kind of black as the energy I used in the blast. Maybe that is what the black is for. So, if each color is a power, there is one power I have that I don't know about yet. I wonder what else I can do.
Then I go out into the hallway, no real destination in mind, just walking. As I walk along, I notice the auras of all the furs I pass. Most of them just have one color to their aura, and the most common color seems to be orange. The ones that have two seem to tend toward orange/red or orange/blue. Of all the auras I saw, I never noticed any brown, black or yellow, and only one white, though it was only white and very weak. There were some furs who didn't have any auras as well, about ten percent of all the furs didn't have any auras that I could see. Of the furs I passed in the halls before lunch, there were no others who had more than three colors.
I walk into the mess hall for lunch, my stomach loudly complaining at being ignored for the morning. I grab a large lunch, and find a place to sit. I can't help but think what the other colors mean. Orange seems to be fairly common, but I have no idea what it means, and what about yellow, brown and black? Why am I the only one who has those? My head bangs against the table in frustration, trying to find the answer in the pain.
Trevor comes and sits by me after my show of frustration. His aura is a swirl of red and blue, with small bits of purple, or maybe it's just my vision a bit blurry from hitting my head. So, he can use the beam and blade.
"Having fun?" He asks.
"Loads, you should try it sometime."
"I'll pass for now. What was with you this morning? You sleep until ten and then wander the halls in some kind of daze. Should I be worried?"
"What does purple mean to you?"
"That's it, you went completely crazy."
"Seriously, I have started seeing auras around people. You have a red and blue aura with some purple."
"What drugs have you taking? And where did you find them?"
"This isn't some drug induced hallucination. I think it is a new power. I was wondering why I was the only one with these abilities and then I could see these auras."
"Really, what about you?"
"Me? You mean my aura? It is nine different colors, most of which I have seen in other people, but a few I seem to be the only one here who has them."
"So what are these colors supposed to mean?"
"I think it is a way to see other people's powers."
"So I have powers?"
"If I'm right, you can shoot beams of energy from your hands and form energy blades like me, along with something else."
"You don't know what they all mean yet?"
"This didn't come with any kind of instructions! I've just found out that I can see swirling colors! I don't remember anything in classes that would help me prepare for this!" I burst, angrily.
"Sorry, it's just that I can hardly believe that I can do some of the things you can do."
"Why? Why is it so hard to believe that I am not the only one with powers?"
"I don't mean that, it's just that I have lived my whole life in this body, and not once did I even think that I was meant to be anything more than an otter, and an unimpressive one at that."
"I never thought I would amount to much more than a video game junkie either, but when the Krendall invaded, I found out about this whole new side of myself. And right now, I'm happy to find out that I'm not alone."
"You haven't been alone. We have been here."
"You've been here, but I couldn't really be a part of anything here."
This is the first time in weeks that I have been happy to have my powers. If only I could convey that to him, but I don't know how to say it without bringing up what happened in the forest. If only I could show him my feelings and thoughts. Then I feel a kind of tingle, like my head was suddenly crowded. Trevor had a strange look on his face.
"What's wrong, Trevor?"
"I just had a strange feeling."
"Like somehow, you had someone else in your head?"
"Not quite, like I was in someone else's head, seeing their thoughts."
"I think maybe it was mine."
"Yeah, it seemed so similar, but still different. I didn't know how you felt the powers separated you from us. Sorry for making you feel so alienated."
"No problem, and thank you."
"For what?"
"Helping me figure out what purple is." I say, standing up from my barely eaten lunch.
"Huh?" Trevor says. I start to move towards the door. My lunch forgotten.
"It's telepathy." I call back, just before going out the door.
Suddenly filled with renewed purpose, I try to find Emelia. I find her in our room. She looks like she is reviewing some documents. I try not to interfere in her business of running the Grey Wolves, but I think this time is worth it.
"Bad news?" I ask after seeing the look on her face.
"Huh? Oh, I guess. Relays from other resistance movements."
"And how goes the fight?"
"Well, anyone who makes any real attack gets wiped out. No one can do any damage."
"I think I can help with that."
"Oh, NOW you want to help. I guess you just needed to see how desperate it all is to volunteer."
"Sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. Sometimes it feels so helpless. I shouldn't take it out on you."
"Well, I think I actually can help. I think I found out what happened last night."
"Really? What was it that could change your mind."
"You have telepathy."
"And I can fly. Seriously now, you found out what was with those colors?"
"No, really, they're powers. It's a new power, and I just found out about another one, telepathy. You have it too."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, Trevor has purple too, with red and blue. I know what they mean, and he read my mind."
"Really? What did he see?"
"Just what I was thinking at the time, of how this is the first time in two weeks that I am actually happy to have these powers."
"So I just have to visualize myself reading minds? How do I do that?"
"Hmm, I see your point. I think it is more you have to want to see into someone's mind. Actually feel like you need to."
She pauses for a moment, a look of concentration on her face. "I don't feel anything."
If only I could show her how, how to use her telepathy, how I've started to feel, how I can help. If only...wait, that tingly feeling again. This time, I am inside Emelia's mind. I'm not sure how I know, but I do. I bring to mind how I did this, and my plan to help the resistance movement.
"Whoa. That was strange." She says after I stop sending information to her.
"How so?" I ask, I don't know if it actually worked.
"I felt this weird tingle, then I think I heard you in my head, and what you thought to me."
"And?"
"And I understand now. How you plan to help now..." {and how to use this telepathy.}
"That's going to take some getting used to."
"I know. But we should get going on your plan."
"Just to make sure you got everything, tell me what my plan is." "You want to see what powers that people in the resistance have and use your telepathy to train them. That way, we all have increased survivability, and we may actually be able to do something against the Krendall."
"Good. Sounds like that worked, and I can train others telepathically. So as soon as I figure out what the colors mean, I can start training people."
"Maybe sooner, I leave with the volunteers from the Grey Wolves in two days, we need to start right now."
Emelia and I go to a room that I have only seen a couple of times, the control room. It has security cameras around the bunker along with the backup generators and the PA system microphone and controls. We use the PA to tell everyone to gather in the main hall for an important announcement.
When everyone had arrived in the hall, Emelia gave a short speech, "Grey Wolves, as you well know, in two days, some of us leave to meet with the combined resistance forces of the Midwest to raid a Krendall production facility. I have asked for volunteers and received more positive responses than I was expecting. However, you all know that the chances of success, or for that matter, even surviving the mission is close to none. That is why I called you all here. I just found out about a new training that could be completed by the time we leave that would increase not only our chances of completing our objective, but also our chances of surviving. This has only been done once, but it was successful, and the results of the training have already been proven in battle. To explain the method and results, Kevin."
Emelia didn't warn me that I would have to make a presentation of my plan to the Grey Wolves, but I guess I would be the most logical candidate for the job. I step forward in the clearing that served as a stage. "You have all heard accounts of my abilities, and my successes in my experience, however limited my participation has been. Up 'till now, I have been uneasy about my powers, but recently, I found out about a new one. This morning, I discovered I have the ability to sense the powers of anyone I see. Most of you have some sort of power, although about 1 in 10 do not. In my experience with the Krendall, especially the suits, the same powers some of you have were instrumental in the expedient dispatch of my enemies. Any who so wish, may receive training to use the powers they have. The training is very quick, I should be able to complete everyone in this room in a couple days' time."
"What kind of training?" One fur asked.
"Well, put bluntly, telepathic. I would establish a connection with your mind, and give you instructions on how to use your powers directly into your conscious mind. The process will only take a few minutes at most, and should be 100% effective. Granted, I have only done it once. Also, my ability to sense what powers you have is not complete. I may have to experiment with a few people to fine tune my senses, but once I have that done, I have full confidence that the Grey Wolves, and eventually, the entire resistance movement, will be much more effective at fighting the Krendall and coming back to tell the tale."
"Telepathic? You are going to read our minds?" Another fur.
"No, I won't be reading your minds, I'll only be giving you information, not receiving any. I will not be accessing anything in you minds."
"When would you be able to start?" The one who asked the first question again.
"Right away, just as soon as there are no more questions." This time, there are no more questions, and plenty of volunteers.
The first volunteer has an aura of orange and red. So, it would be the energy blade and one of my unknown powers. I give him the knowledge he would need to use the energy blade, and then ask him permission to perform an experiment. I explain that I would give him some information then ask him to use it, to see if he has that power. He agrees, and I try first with the most noticeable powers that I have not figured out the colors for.
I decide to start with matter creation. I give him the information to create a solid object, and ask him to make some wood. He tries, but fails. That marks orange off as matter creation. Then I give him the information for teleportation. He then tries to teleport somewhere, but stays where he is. I'm not sure how I would give him information on how to see powers, so I try shields since they would make the most sense on a battlefield. I give him the training, and ask him to make a shield. He tries to make a shield over the table. I move my hand forward, expecting nothing to happen. I am shocked to find an energy shield blocking my hand. He smiles and comments about being a knight.
The day goes on like that. After the first few furs, the rest are easy in comparison, and the line moves fairly quickly. I also find out that green is teleportation, and white is remote viewing. By dinnertime, I am dead tired, and very hungry. I guess that's what I get for skipping breakfast and having a small lunch. I got a little over halfway through the Grey Wolves today, and tomorrow I should be able to get through the rest. Then I just have to do it all over again for the rest of the resistance movement. Emelia, Trevor and Benson all come and go during the day, making comments and giving support.
When I can do no more, I go to the mess hall to get some food. The furs behind the counter look at me differently. At once, I can tell the difference. They respect me. A different respect than before. Now they regard me as an equal, a member of the Wolves, not just some freak with amazing abilities. They gladly give me extra helpings. I go to sit in my usual spot. Emelia comes in shortly thereafter. She sits next to me after getting some food.
"Got enough food?" She quips.
"Maybe, I may have to get some more when I clear some room on my tray." I reply, deadpan.
"Careful, you may go through all of the supplies before you get filled." She coils her tail around mine.
"Maybe, I feel like I could eat a horse." I add some counter-spin to the coil.
"You know, your plan just might be what gets us through this."
"What do you mean?"
"If every soldier on our side can do even some of the things you can, their survivability would skyrocket. We could really do some damage to the Krendall."
"I hope so."
"I don't like that tone."
"What if it isn't enough? For all of them, the first time many will use their powers will be on the battlefield. We are planning a raid on a heavily defended outpost. I don't know how things will turn out."
"It will be fine. I sent a document listing your abilities and your plan to the other leaders taking part in the raid, we may have to change our plan a bit, but we should have a much better chance than before to succeed and come home afterward."
"I don't doubt that it is a step in the right direction, but I am worried that it might me to little, too late."
"Why?"
"The Krendall have taken hold of the world, they have been in power for a month. Many freedom fighters have been killed, and more die every day. Maybe there are too few of us left to make that much of a difference."
"Just wait until you see the combined forces the day after tomorrow. You might just change your tune."
We talk more about the raid that we were going to join in. over our dinners. Apparently, our target is a Krendall arms factory, re-purposed from a steel refinery. Our goal is destruction of the facility. If the furs of Earth cannot use it, then neither should the Krendall. We are also aiming to keep civilian casualties to a minimum, so we have to make sure there are no innocent workers in the facility when our bombs detonate. Our general strategy will be to infiltrate the facility, evacuate the workers, plant explosives on support structures, and make good our escape. The plan called for heavy Krendall resistance. They do not want to lose the facility, and the suits seem to be expendable, at least, that is what all the intelligence points towards.
That line of discussion dies out around the time our dinners disappear, and the mess hall is beginning to fill for the regular dinner rush. We get up and disentangle our tails so we can carry our trays to the washer and then leave the room. As we near the door, I ask Emelia, "Would you mind a night off?"
"From what?"
"Our usual activities. I feel pretty tired."
"Heading off to bed? And you don't want company? Am I getting boring?"
"Never, it's just the training seems to take a bit out of me, at least mentally."
"Do you ever think when we are in bed together anyway?"
"Sometimes, but tomorrow looks to be another long day, and I would like to make sure I am well rested for it."
"I guess I can go for a night without yiffing, but you owe me."
"I promise to make it up to you."
"All right, are you going to bed now?" She asks, noticing that I am heading in the direction of our room.
"Yeah, like I said, I'm pretty tired. See you in the morning, love."
"You too, honey."
I stumble into the room I share with Emelia, barely able to stay awake. I didn't know it would take this much out of me to train people like this. As I make it to the bed, I collapse into a deep, dreamless slumber.
I wake up fairly sore, though I don't know why. Then I realize the position I'm in. My head is on the pillow, but my arms are painfully bent under me, and my neck is bent back because of the pillow. I guess I fell asleep like this, and it just now got to me. I look at the clock next to the bed, and realize that I woke up about an hour before I usually do. I decide to get up and try to stretch out the soreness from my uncomfortable sleeping arrangement. I slept on one side of the bed, Emelia on the other. It was strange not to wake up in her arms, but I guess it couldn't be helped.
I hear Emelia whimper and look over at her. I guess something is happening in her dream. I wonder, what she is dreaming about? I concentrate on her mind, and find it easier to connect to her mind than before. Perhaps when you look into someone's mind you leave a bridge, or maybe when people are asleep it is easier to connect to them. Either way, I find it easy to see her dream. She seems to be having a nightmare. In her dream, she is leading an assault on a Krendall facility and everything is going south. I am not there, apparently. I try to influence her dream, and find that I can with little effort. I move myself into her dream, manifesting myself in flowing midnight blue robes. I come up from behind Emelia in her dream world and tap her on the shoulder.
"Hey, don't worry, everything will work out." I say to her.
"Huh? Kevin? What are you doing here? I thought you didn't want to come along?"
"How could I ever leave you here? I'm sorry for taking so long to come to my senses."
"You may have taken too long, the Krendall almost have us surrounded, we must retreat."
"Don't you remember my plan? Signal the attack, I will lead them."
"But, are you sure? Are you ready?"
"Hmm, taking some lines from me?"
"Wha- oh. Maybe. I guess we will never know until we try, right?"
"Of course."
She signals the attack, and I rush into the thick of the fight. I use my influence in her dream to make everyone in the group have a mix of powers, and be able to use them. I guide them mentally to use them, and even tone down the Krendall suits. I lead the counterattack, and with the change in power levels, the fight was won in very little time. Even if it is Emelia's dream, a victory is a victory. If I can ease her mind about the coming raid, then it is worth any effort.
I leave her dream and return to reality. Unfortunately, my leaving her dream woke her up. "Good morning. Did you have a good dream?" I ask her, hoping that she didn't remember, or at least didn't suspect me of invading her dream.
"Hmm, yeah, I guess. It was very weird. I don't remember where I was, or how I got there, but the Kredall were attacking, and the resistance was falling back, then you showed up. Once you were there, everything was fine. Maybe it's a sign or something."
"Yeah, maybe. I'm glad I could be there for you."
"Yeah, thanks for being there for me."
I look back at the clock, and notice that going into her dream only took a few minutes. I still have the better part of an hour before I would normally be up, and even then, I could afford to be a bit late. "Hey, now that you are up, mind if I made up for last night?"
"What do you,...oh, that. You sure you're up to it?"
"Yeah, I got more than enough sleep, so I'm up to it if you are."
"Heh, I guess I'm rested enough. Though we will have to tone it down a bit."
"Why?"
"We don't want to wake up the whole base at 6 AM. Also, we don't want you getting too tired before you start the training session."
"I guess you're right. Perhaps a sixty-nine? That will keep both of us a bit quieter."
"Sure, I could go for that."
Since I was the one who was sitting up, and Emelia hadn't moved much from where she slept, I moved over to her, positioning myself so my knees are on either side of her head and my head is between her legs. Her nether lips are already wet, and judging from the scent from the bedsheets around her, she had been so for a good part of the night. I guess I really have a bit to make up for, if I made her wait so long. Not wanting her to wait any longer, I delve into her depths with my tongue.
Her scent and taste make my shaft grow out of my sheath in almost no time. As soon as it started to peek out, though, Emelia took it into her mouth and greedily suckled. I moaned into her hole, my tongue still buried deep. My moan caused her to moan, sending the vibrations back into me through my newly-hard member. We kept on causing each other to moan and gasp, which lead the other to do the same. The feedback of our pleasure sending us closer and closer to the edge.
Then something strange happened to cause me to all but stop my ministrations. I suddenly felt someone, no, not just anyone, Emelia in my head. I linked with her as well. She sent me how she felt, and I followed suit. Our moans subsequently doubled in intensity. I not only felt how her walls gripped my tongue and her mouth and tongue worked over my shaft, but also how my tongue made her feel and how my cock and precum tasted to her. I redoubled my efforts to make up for my lost time, and now that I knew directly how she felt, I could focus more attention to all her soft spots. She also attacked everywhere I was weak as well. Our already explosive climax started to approach that much faster and harder.
I hardly had any time to enjoy this new link when I had the best orgasm I've ever had, right down her throat. She gulped down every bit, and I still had her sensations over-imposed on mine. I tasted my cum as if I were drinking it myself. I also felt how my cock bucked in her mouth and her throat muscles playing over the head as she swallowed repeatedly to keep up with the unusually strong and long climax. My orgasm sent her over the edge pretty quickly as well, and I was able to prepare a bit, since I could feel it approaching though the link. I covered her entrance with my mouth and sent my tongue in a flurry over her nub. She arched her back as her juices shot into my mouth. I could feel how my tongue on her clitoris sent electricity through her body and kept up my play on her nub while she rode out her orgasm.
When we catch our breath, I ask, "Where did you come up with that?"
"I don't know, it just kind of happened. It was incredible, though."
"Yeah, I'm with you on that. We'll have to keep that trick in mind for next time."
"Next time?"
"You said it yourself, we don't want to over-exert ourselves too early. I have to get through the rest of the Wolves today, and get ready for the trip."
"What, like packing? You don't really own anything. We will have clothes and weapons on the trip provided for us."
"No, not packing. I need to make sure everything is in order. There is no guarantee any of us will make it back. I want to make sure my I have said my farewells before I go."
"You sound like you expect to die."
"I already died once, I want to make sure I do it right this time. I don't think I can come back again."
"I understand. Take your time."
"First, I need breakfast. I worked up a bit of an appetite during our session."
"Me too, even though it is early for me, I don't feel very tired."
We walk to the mess hall, hand in hand. We get our food, and sit at our usual table together. There are only a couple other furs eating, as most of the Wolves are still asleep. During our breakfast, Emelia asks, "So, why were you in my dream?"
I am taken by surprise by her question. "Why do you ask?" I hope she didn't mean what I think she meant.
"Why did you go into my dream?" Crap, she does.
"Well, I thought you were having a nightmare, and you were. I decided to help out with it."
"Thank you, I was worried about the raid, and I guess my dreams brought that up."
"Just, how did you know? I thought you didn't figure it out?"
"I am a telepath. Actually, I've never left your mind. Ever since I first got in there, I never really left. Most of the time, I just sit there and watch things play out. Every once in a while, though, I dig a bit or send you some stuff. Like this morning, I just couldn't control myself, that's why you felt what I felt. When I woke up, you were worried I had found out you were in my dream, so I lied about what I remembered. I wouldn't have asked, but my curiosity grew too much."
"So, you are always in my mind?"
"Yeah, though if you want me to, I'll pull all the way out and leave you alone."
"No, and if you don't mind, I would do the same for you, and always be there for you. This way, I will always be there for you, and you will always be in my mind, as well as in my heart." | FSE |
Title: Little Red Riding Hood 2 by The Big Bad Wolf
Tags: Anal, Bisexual, Dog, Doggystyle, Fox, Oral, Sixty-Nine, Spooge, Wolf
(When we last left off Vicky and Vince did the nasty, and a horse pulled up infront of the house)
Granny knocked on the door. (Vicky saw her thru El Window :p) The Woman was in a skimpy out fit herself, mini skirt, loose blouse that showed her cleavage, and her hair covered in a bandanna, her long greyish silver hair reaching down her shoulders, Nice brown fur for a Dog morph.
"Come in Granny!" Red shouted from the bed, laying into vinces arms under the blankets, her head resting on his chest.
Granny opend the door and looked towards her bed and gasped to see her friend laying naked in her bed with a Big Bad Wolf. She didnt get nervous since Red seemed safe even in the Wolf's arms.
"This is Vince, I met him on the way here. he pulled a trick on me and got me into bed with him." Vicky smiled as she hugged his arms.
"Wanna join in Granny?" Vince grinned toothily at the Dog in the doorway.
Granny got a bright smile on her face and then kicked off her shoes and crawled into the bed. she pulled back the covers and then took in the musk that was left by the two in the bed. She quickly removed her clothes and then slid herself against Red, kissing her deeply when they met eye to eye.
Vince's sheath firming up as he gently fondled Red's breasts and watched as the two women made out infront of him. He then leaned down and gently whispered into Red's ear, makeing her giggle. She sat up and with a few last kisses to Granny she leant down between his legs and gently licked at the fur surrounding his rapidly hardening cock. He also received the same treatment from Ganny from time to time, sometimes both. Then Vicky grabbed the sheath and pulled it back exposeing Vince's long wolf cock. She slowly took as much as the top as she could and began to suckle on it as Granny moved under her and then lapped at his scrotum. Vince leaned his head back and moaned as the women licked and suckled at his Throbbing cock. he gently bucked his hips against them. Vicky tightly used her thumb and index finger to tighten around his cock and pump it up and down. Vince groand loudly as his cock pulsed and began to shoot out wad aftre white wad of cum, Both the girls opening their mouthes and catching as much cum as they could.
Red was licking off of what was left when Granny rolled her onto her back and then craweld untop of Red, straddleing her face. Red licked deeply into granny, while Granny got between her legs and began to lick into Red's pussy as well. Vince saw the slight wiggle of Granny's ass and then got in position behind her. Granny's anus was tight, but his still cum coverd cock was enough lubrication to enter her orifice. Granny groaned and gritted her teeth as Vince pumped into her at a slow pace. Red Getting a good veiw of Vince's Balls slapping against Granny's pussy. Red would sometimes lick Vince's Scrotum, but she liked to lick his anus. The sudden intrusion was too much for Vince, he then Cummed hard into Granny's anus, Slamming hard and fast into her. Then The girls Cummed hard and all three of them slumped and cuddled.
The Moans and screams could be heard in the forest. The sounds were heard by a Woodsman. He followed the sounds and then came across the house. He peeked in the fogged up window and he could see the women cuddleing up to the wolf. He thought that he had them under his craftyness, so he loaded his gun and busted down the door, startleing the three. Vince was nearly shitting himself as the rifle was pointed at him. The gun fired and Vince ducked, the head board of the bed exploded. As the Woodsman was reloading his rifle, Vicne grabbed his clothes and blitzed the fuck out of the house. The Woodsman followed the Wolf deep into the forest. While the Girls were pouting as their boy toy ran off in a hurry.
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Title: Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 10
Tags: ben, gabrielle, mimi, group sex, massage, oral, sex, threesome, oil, yoga
"Ben," Gaby called out. "We need you."
He walked toward the door leading from his office into what had been their living room, but which had been, for the afternoon, converted into a breezy, sunlit yoga studio. Gaby and five friends: Whitney; Whitney's girlfriend, Bridget; Gloria; Mona, and Mimi had spent the last hour stretching and twisting themselves into poses such as downward facing dog, caterpillar, cat, cowardly lion, and many others.
Ben wasn't complaining. Though Gaby had invited him to join in their work out, he'd sequestered himself in his office and watched television while pretending to write - something, he chided himself silently, he seemed to be doing a lot lately. But, on the two occasions he'd made his way through the crowded "studio" - carefully stepping around the women, their mats, towels, and water bottles - on his way to and from the bathroom and the kitchen, he thoroughly enjoyed the sight of the six woman dressed in skin-tight yoga pants and sports bras. Even Bridget, a voluptuous, pale-skinned, redhead who possessed the largest breasts he'd ever seen - or, more correctly, hoped to see someday - wore a sports bra. The material struggled to contain her fleshy 38DDD bosom.
As he entered the living room, he saw the other five women kneeling around Mimi, who lay on the hardwood floor - on her back. Ben moved closer and saw a grimace of pain through a light sheen of sweat on her normally radiant caramel-colored face.
"What happened?" Ben asked, moving over to stand next to Gaby.
"Mimi hurt her back," Gaby said.
"Is it bad?" Ben asked.
"I think it's just a pulled muscle," Mimi groaned.
"Lucky bitch," Mona whispered.
"Shush," Gaby laughed, giving Mona a gentle elbow.
Mona gave Gaby a soft push in retaliation.
"Ben, can you use your magic fingers to help her?" Gaby asked, reaching out to touch his hand.
Six pair of pleading eyes looked up at Ben, his large, 6'3" frame towering over them.
"Can you move at all?" he asked Mimi.
"I can try," she said.
"OK, let me grab some stuff first," he said.
She nodded slowly. He disappeared into the hallway leading to the bedroom, returning a minute later, carrying a heavy blanket and a bottle of massage oil. He placed the oil on the floor and spread the blanket on their sturdy - Ben and Gaby occasionally tested it - coffee table. With assistance from Bridget and Whitney, Ben gingerly helped Mimi to her feet. She winced in pain as she positioned herself, face down, on the table.
"Well, girls," Gaby said, once Mimi settled, "I think that's enough exercise for today."
"It's all fun and games until someone pulls a muscle," Gloria said, winking at Mimi.
The five uninjured women rolled their yoga mats, and collected their water bottles and other items. Ben knelt at Mimi's left side, positioning himself between the table and the TV, which still played the yoga video the women had been following. He poured some oil into the palm of his right hand. Mimi's nose detected the delicate scent.
"Sorry," Ben apologized. "All I have is strawberry."
"That's OK," Mimi said, with a small smile. "I like it."
As Ben let the oil warm in his hand, Mona and Gloria said goodbye to Mimi, and expressed their wishes for a quick recovery. Ben snuck a glance at their asses as they walked toward the hallway.
"Don't worry, Honey," Whitney whispered, bending over toward Mimi. "You're in good hands."
She patted Mimi's shoulder, kissed Ben on the cheek, then straightened up, and said goodbye with a smile. As Gaby walked the others to the door, Ben rubbed his hands together, spreading the oil.
"Are you ready?" he asked Mimi.
"Yes," she answered.
He placed his slippery hands on the right side of her back, between the bottom of her bra and the top of her yoga pants. As he moved his hands on her warm skin, Ben tried to avoid staring at her ass. It wasn't easy to do. The pants were nearly see-thru, and he could tell she wore no underwear.
"Ben," Mimi almost moaned, "that feels so good."
Her voice snapped him back to his senses as he alternated the strength of his touch, pressing hard and soft, kneading her brown skin.
"How are you doing, Mimi?" Gaby asked, re-entering the room. "Any better?"
"Still tight," Mimi said.
Gaby frowned. She stood next to Ben for a few moments, watching him carefully work at the muscles in Mimi's back.
"Well, I need to take a quick shower," Gaby said. "Unless you need me, Ben."
"I need you, My Love, like the night needs the moon," he said.
"Jeez," Gaby sighed. "Aren't you a smoothie."
"Go hit the shower, Stinky," he said.
Gaby stuck out her tongue at him.
"Take good care of Mimi," she said, before turning toward the hallway.
"I will," he assured her.
Ben attempted to occupy his mind with other thoughts, but each time he succeeded in focusing on something else, his attention drifted back to Mimi's body. She stood 5'7" - a full five inches taller than Gaby - and possessed a wonderful, womanly build, featuring 36C breasts and 35 inch hips. Normally, her dark brown hair fell just past her shoulders. Now, however, she had it pulled back into a ponytail, trying to keep it out of her way while exercising. Her doe eyes almost perfectly matched the color of her hair.
Ben realized his cock was getting hard in his sweatpants. It didn't help that Gaby'd once told him Mimi was the first woman she'd ever had sex with. They'd met in college, almost instantly becoming best friends. And, though both had boyfriends on and off, they "experimented" with each other during their undergraduate days - and on many occasions since.
As his concentration alternated between the massage he was giving and the thoughts running through his fevered mind, Mimi suddenly pulled her sports bra upward. It slipped over her head and she dropped it to the floor.
"Can you go a little higher, Ben?" she asked, her face turned away from him as she lay on the table.
"Sure," he answered.
He reached for the bottle of oil and poured more into his right hand. She sighed as his hands again touched her skin. He moved up over her right shoulder blade, pushing hard.
"Oh, just like that," she exhaled.
Ben was barely able to contain a moan. He dragged his fingers down her spine, going to the top of her pants, before moving to her right and upward again, while pressing into the muscles of her flank. As his hands moved, she inhaled and exhaled slowly; deeply; trying to control herself.
"Feeling any better?" Ben asked, fighting to keep his voice even.
"Much," she sighed.
He reduced the pressure he exerted on her, letting his fingers trail over her skin.
"Should I turn over now?" she asked.
The question caught him off guard. He let his hands slip from her body.
"If you'd like," he said, recovering quickly.
Mimi twisted her body, flipping onto her back. Ben's eyes traced over her breasts. Her dark nipples were already hard. Again, he reached for the bottle of oil. As he poured a handful, Mimi slid her hands inside the waistband of her pants and pushed them down to her ankles. Sitting up, she removed her socks, then kicked off the pants. She lay back on the table and looked at Ben.
"You may continue," she said, with a laugh.
He looked up and down her body, and though her legs were closed, his eyes lingered on the shaved area below her navel. As he watched, her legs parted. Her knees bent and she placed her feet on the floor.
"Ben," Mimi said.
He looked at her face.
"Keep going," she whispered.
Ben turned his right hand, letting the excess oil drip onto her stomach. He began to spread it slowly, widening the circle of slick skin. He looked at her face as his fingers brushed the very bottom of her breasts. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth fell open. She let out a long sigh. He watched her breasts fall as she exhaled deeply.
Sure now that Mimi and Gaby had invented the "pulled muscle" story, he teased Mimi with his hands. Knowing what she wanted, he moved his hands to her sides, sliding them upwards under her arms, and then back downward until he reached her hips. He repeated this action as her breathing deepened.
When his hands proceeded upward for the third time, he let his fingers slip over her shoulders and then trace along her collarbones. He watched as Mimi licked her lips. Her right hand reached out and grabbed Ben's t-shirt; balling it into a fist, she tugged at the material. His hands came together and he dragged them between her breasts, down across her stomach, then parted to cross over her hip bones.
He continued teasing her by letting his hands migrate to her inner thighs. He squeezed her skin, before twisting his hands around to the outside of her thighs and moving upward again. When he reached her waist, Mimi's hand released his shirt and slipped downward, bumping against his cock.
"Well," she cooed, opening her eyes to look at him. "Feels like I'm not the only one getting excited."
Her hand pressed against his sweatpants, again finding his hardness. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked slowly.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Ben asked.
"Yesss," Mimi hissed.
He placed his right hand between her legs. His fingertips walked upward slowly, brushing against her wetness, and finding her clit. Her body stiffened. She gasped and squeezed his cock. His fingers trailed down her engorged lips. Slipping his middle finger between them, but not inside her, he discovered how soaked she had become. His forefinger joined the middle, quickly becoming coated in her juices.
Ben placed his left hand on her right shoulder as his fingers again found her button. Her body jumped as he began rubbing around her clit in small circles. He slowly increased the speed and force of his rubbing, occasionally pressing directly against her bud. She began to breathe in great sobs as she writhed on the table.
"God," Mimi groaned. "Gaby wasn't lying about those fingers."
His left hand slid over her oily chest to her left breast. He let his fingers trace around her nipple, then let it fill the palm of his hand as he squeezed the fullness of her fleshy globe. He repeated his actions on her right breast as he pushed a finger into her cunt, going all the way to his knuckle. Again, her hand clutched his cock, and he moaned.
"More," she demanded in a harsh whisper.
Ben pushed a second finger inside her. He pistoned them in and out quickly, letting his palm brush against her clit. Her feet lifted off the floor as the tension built in her body like a spring being compressed. He pinched her right nipple and she gasped loudly.
"I'm cumming," she grunted, as her body began to convulse.
She let go of his cock and closed her eyes tightly. A long moan escaped her lips as she shook. Ben leaned against her, using his body and left hand to keep her from squirming off the table. He continued wiggling his fingers inside her, slowing only slightly as her pussy squeezed them.
"Yesss, that's it," Ben whispered, "cum all over my fingers."
Mimi tried to speak, but either couldn't form intelligible words in her orgasm-addled brain, or couldn't gather enough breath to convey them. Ben smiled as he increased the speed with which he jabbed his fingers into her. Mimi, still awash in the waves of her first orgasm, weakly grabbed at his wrist with her right hand. Her left hand fondled her left breast. She squeezed her own nipple, grimacing at the self-inflicted pleasurable pain.
Her hips lifted from the table and she tried to push herself onto Ben's fingers, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Ben turned his head and took Mimi's right nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard as he flicked his tongue against her.
"Again," Mimi whimpered.
Ben kissed his way up to her mouth. He pushed his tongue into her mouth as she came again, her body trembling against his. He pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed her clit hard and fast. Her knees came up as she nearly doubled over. She clawed at Ben's skin, and moaned loudly as pleasure ripped through her body.
Mimi's body had not yet recovered from her second orgasm when she heard a voice.
"From the sound of things, I figured you could use one of these," Gaby said, from the archway leading into the room.
Ben straightened his body, removing his fingers from Mimi's clit as he turned his head to face his fiancé. Gaby wore a black silk robe, which fell to the middle of her thighs, the sash tied in a bow in front of her. In her right hand, she held a small golden foil packet. Walking over to Ben, she held out the condom. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him.
"Just in time, Babe," he said, before kissing her lips.
His hands quickly found the sash and he pulled it until it loosened. Sliding them up her body, he pushed the silk over her shoulders. The robe fell to the floor at her feet. Gaby was naked underneath. Mimi reached out to Gaby.
"Come here, Gaby," she said. "It's been too long since I've tasted that sweet little pussy of yours."
Gaby left Ben and leaned over to kiss Mimi's mouth. Their tongues danced together as the hands of each became reacquainted with the others' body. Gaby climbed on top of Mimi. The latter wrapped her legs around the former, and their actions quickly became passionate - almost violent - as they wrestled atop the table.
Ben stripped off his clothes, tossing them into a small pile along with Gaby's robe. He picked up the massage oil and poured a liberal amount onto his chest. Putting the bottle aside, he ran his hands through the gooey liquid, spreading it over his torso, then leaned over to kiss Gaby's left shoulder blade. His hands traveled over her back, covering her with the oil. Gaby turned her head.
"Fuck her, Baby," Gaby ordered, breathlessly.
Ben crawled to the end of the coffee table as Gaby carefully slipped off Mimi. She stood up and looked down at her own beautiful dark-olive skin, now covered with oil courtesy of Ben and Mimi. Ben reached out and grabbed Mimi's hips. He pulled her toward him. Her body - and the blanket - slid until her ass hung over the edge of the table. As Ben tore open the condom, Gaby lifted her left leg and cautiously straddled the table, right over Mimi's face.
"Yes," Mimi almost yelled. "Give me that pussy."
She reached up to grab Gaby's legs even as Gaby lowered her hips. Only 5'2", she didn't have to squat very far for Mimi's tongue to reach her sex. Ben watched her mouth fall open as Mimi's mouth found its target. He reached up, placing the fingers of his right hand - which had so recently been inside Mimi - against Gaby's lips. She let them slip into her mouth. Her tongue wound around the digits as she licked Mimi's juices from them. She moaned around his fingers.
With his left hand, Ben moved his latex covered cock to Mimi's wet cunt. He guided his hardness over her clit, and her body shivered at the contact. He pulled his fingers from Gaby's mouth. He let them travel down her chin, over her neck, to her chest. She grabbed his hand with her right hand, holding it tightly as she rode Mimi's mouth.
"Do it, Ben," Gaby whispered.
Ben pushed the head of his cock inside Mimi. Slowly, he let three inches of his hardness disappear into her before he stopped. Her moan was muffled by Gaby's cunt. He pulled at Gaby and she bent toward him, and he kissed her. She released his hand, licked her fingers, and then began rubbing Mimi's clitoris.
Pulling back slightly, Ben put his hands on Mimi's hips, his fingers squeezing her warm flesh. He pushed forward steadily, sinking another inch of himself in her. Mimi tried to wrap her legs around him, letting him know she wanted more. He thrust forward again, knowing he couldn't go all the way in yet, giving her another two inches.
Gaby stopped rubbing Mimi and strained to stand up straight. She grimaced and teetered unsteadily. Ben reached out and she took his hand.
"No, give it back," Mimi complained.
"I will," Gaby promised. "I have to change position. My thighs just can't stay like that very long."
She crawled onto on the coffee table, placing a knee on either side of Mimi's face. She leaned over Mimi's body. Ben took hold of Mimi's ankles and spread her legs wide as he worked the last of himself into her. Gaby tilted her head slightly, used her fingers to spread the hood around Mimi's clit, and ran her tongue over it.
Mimi moaned loudly. She wrapped her arms around Gaby's hips. Her splayed fingers clutched at Gaby's moist skin, and temporarily obscured the Spanish-style cross tattooed in the small of her back.
"Don't stop," Mimi croaked, as Ben thrust deeply into her.
As Ben pulled back, Gaby again licked Mimi's clit. For more than a minute, the two alternated, thrusting and licking, as Mimi's body writhed against them. Ben lifted Mimi's legs, forcing her ankles to his shoulders. Gaby pulled back. She straightened her body, and let one hand caress her own breasts, the other fell to her clit. Her fingers assisted Mimi's tongue as Ben began slamming himself into Mimi, fucking her hard and fast.
"Give it to her, Baby," Gaby hissed as their eyes locked.
Ben reached out to her, pulling her against him, trapping Mimi's legs between them. He felt the tremors running through her. Mimi's cunt contracted around his cock, squeezing hard as he plunged himself into her again and again.
"She's gonna cum," he managed to say.
His revelation about Mimi drove Gaby over the edge.
"Bennn," she whimpered as her body began to shake.
He strained to kiss Gaby as the two woman came. He slowed his thrusts as he held them, keeping both from falling off the table. His fiancé broke their kiss as she fought for breath. She clung to his shoulders, trying to avoid collapsing on top of Mimi.
As the twin orgasms slowly faded, Ben pulled his cock out of Mimi, gingerly guiding her legs downward until her feet once more rested on the floor. He stood up and grabbed Gaby, lifting her roughly. She gasped at his sudden violence, and tried to wrap her arms and legs around him. Before she could do so, he turned her body, and sat down on the couch, pulling her onto his lap.
Ben grabbed her chin with his left hand and turned her head to face him. He pushed his mouth against hers. His right hand pushed between her legs, brushing her lips roughly. A bolt of electricity shot through her body and she moaned into his mouth. She ground her hips into him, his cock sliding up and down the crack of her ass. Both fought for breath, but neither wanted to break the kiss.
He let go out her chin and clumsily maneuvered his left hand between their bodies, grabbing his cock. Trying to lift her with his right hand, he directed his hardness toward her cunt. They both gasped as the head of his cock slipped inside her. Without pulling back, Gaby slowly, but steadily, lowered herself onto him. She fell back against him. As she enveloped the last of him, she laid her head on his left shoulder, and stopped moving for a few moments.
"Baby," she moaned.
Mimi stood in front of the two. Placing her hands on Gaby's shoulders, she leaned close.
"Come on, ride that cock," she whispered.
Gaby lifted her head and began moving her hips back and forth, shifting Ben's cock inside her. Mimi kissed Gaby's shoulder, then moved down her chest, trailing her tongue between Gaby's breasts and over her flat stomach. She detoured around Gaby's pussy and licked Ben's balls gently. Ben grunted as she took one of his testicles between her lips, sucking it hard.
Mimi stopped torturing Ben and licked her way upward. Her tongue trailing along Ben's shaft and over Gaby's lips, finally reaching Gaby's clit.
"Madre de dios," Gaby nearly screamed.
She put her hands on Mimi's head, trying to hold her in place.
"Sí, es lamer," she demanded.
Ben heard Mimi moan. He wrapped his arms around Gaby and cupped her breasts.
"Que se siente bebé tan bueno," Gaby said, in a voice somewhere between a whisper and a whimper.
Gaby's head returned to Ben's shoulder. As she rode up and down his length, she twisted and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Mimi stood up quickly. Placing her left knee on the couch, she rested against Ben and Gaby. Ben clumsily slipped his right hand between Mimi's legs. He brushed her clit as she pushed away Gaby's face and kissed him. He could taste Gaby's juices on her mouth. She turned and kissed Gaby.
Ben's left hand slowly slid down Gaby's torso, stopping when his fingers reached her clit. Mimi placed her right hand atop his. Their fingers intertwined as they both rubbed Gaby. Gaby wrapped her arms around Mimi. Their slippery bodies pressed together as she rode Ben's cock. Gaby's cunt contracted around Ben's cock. She broke her kiss with Mimi and spun her head to look at Ben over her shoulder.
"I'm gonna cum," she said, telling him nothing her body hadn't already.
He groaned as her body shook against his. Mimi placed her hands on the sides of Gaby's face and kissed her again. Gaby gasped for breath as the orgasm washed over her. Ben wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as she came. Mimi smiled at Ben, then slid over to kiss him deeply.
As her orgasm subsided, Gaby's body went limp, collapsing on top of Ben. He tried to lift his hips, moving himself inside her. She tilted her head to face him, a weak smile creased her face.
"I know, you need to cum, Baby," she whispered. "Just give me a minute to recover."
He smiled and shook his head silently as the fingers of his left hand once more found her wetness.
"You're not done yet, Baby," he said.
"Nooo," she pleaded, grabbing at his wrist and trying to wriggle out of his grasp.
Her resistance melted away as his fingers found her clit.
"Fuuuck," she moaned, loudly.
Ben knew it wouldn't take long. Gaby, being multi-orgasmic, was so sensitive after she came, and he always took the opportunity to drive her to the edge of madness by making her cum over and over again. Mimi leaned over and took Gaby's right nipple in her mouth, sucking it hard.
Gaby came again, writhing on Ben's lap, as he struggled to hold her while manipulating her clit. He did not relent. A fresh assortment of words in her native tongue escaped her mouth. Though he couldn't understand them, her body translated, letting him know she was swimming in a tidal wave of pleasure.
Mimi leaned back against the far side of the couch and played with her own pussy as Ben made Gaby cum yet again. Mimi - moaning loudly - came as she watched. Ben only ceased his efforts when Gaby breathlessly begged him to stop, clawing at his hands and forearms.
"Please," she cried. "Pleeeease!"
"Are you OK, Baby?" he asked in a whisper.
She took several deep breaths before answering.
"Yessss," she said, quietly. "I just...need...a minute."
Mimi crawled to them. She kissed Gaby, then Ben.
"I love it when you do that to me," Gaby continued, "but, I completely lose control."
"That's the whole idea, My Dear," Ben said, letting his hands slide over her skin.
His balls were aching. He tried not to move, letting Gaby relax, but he wanted badly to cum. Mimi slid her right hand between his legs and rubbed his balls.
"Fuuuck," he hissed.
His hips lifted off the couch, forcing his cock into Gaby as they rose a few inches. She gasped as he unintentionally filled her again. Mimi giggled as she climbed off the couch and knelt in front of them. She replaced her fingers with her tongue, again licking along Ben's shaft until she reached Gaby's clit. Battling against the tremors running through her body, Gaby sat up.
"It's Ben's turn," Gaby said, nudging her away.
"Awww, you two taste so good," Mimi said, her bottom lip stuck out in a mock pout.
Cautiously, Gaby stood up, letting Ben's cock slip from her. She moaned as he left her cunt.
"I want you to cum for us, Ben," Gaby said, after she recovered.
Mimi grabbed his cock and stroked him slowly. Standing between the couch and the coffee table, Gaby turned to face Ben.
"Move over here, Baby," Gaby ordered, pointing at the table.
Ben groaned as he stood up. Gaby reached out and stripped the condom from his shaft before he again sat down.
"Lie down," Gaby said, putting a hand on his shoulder and pushing him.
He twisted his body and lay back on the table, spreading his legs and placing his feet on the floor. Gaby knelt on his left side. She directed Mimi to kneel on the other side of the table. Gaby leaned forward, turned her body slightly, and took the head of his cock between her lips, running her tongue over the slit. Ben's moaned loudly. Mimi lowered her head and pushed her tongue against his inner thigh. She worked her way upward to his scrotum. Ben shivered as Gaby took more of him into her mouth, and Mimi again sucked on his balls.
"Fuck, Gaby," he croaked.
He grabbed both their heads and let his fingers rake through their hair. Gaby let the head of his cock slide deeper. She moaned, sending vibrations through him, as her throat grabbed at him, trying to swallow him whole. It took only another minute to push Ben over the edge.
"I'm cumming," he managed to groan.
Always concerned about choking her, he forced himself to move his hand from Gaby's head to her shoulder. He fingers squeezed her damp skin. Gaby waited until the last possible second - until she knew he could hold back no longer - then pulled his cock from her mouth. She grabbed his shaft with both hands and jerked him hard and fast.
"Give me that fucking cum, Ben," she demanded.
Mimi released his balls and bowed over him as his hips bucked violently. His body arched up, his hips lifting off the tabletop as he fired a stream of hot cum onto Gaby's chest. His brain went blank, and he felt as if he were falling as he fired a second time. His hips returned to the table and Gaby aimed him at Mimi's chest. Gaby took one hand off him as his shaft slipped between Mimi's breasts. His cum shot upward, hitting Mimi's neck and chin, as Gaby struggled to keep her right hand on his slippery cock.
"More, Baby," Gaby yelled. "Give me more!"
As he gasped for breath, Gaby pulled his cock from between Mimi's breasts and took him in her mouth, letting the head of his cock slide into the back of her throat as he fired again. Blindly, Ben's hands groped at the bodies of the two women, trying to steady himself as he convulsed.
Invariably, Ben grew hypersensitive after he came, and Gaby continued sucking his cock even after she'd drained him. He writhed as she teased him, driving him to a temporary insanity as she ensured she'd gotten every drop he could offer. He even cried out to a deity he didn't believe in before she stopped.
Gaby let him slip from her mouth. He tilted his head to look down his body at her, and she smiled at him. She made an exaggerated smacking sound with her mouth, and theatrically wiped her chin with the back of her hand.
"A job well done," she said, with a giggle.
Ben could only nod, his heart still beating nearly out of control. Gaby bent over to kiss his stomach. Mimi reached across his body and touched Gaby's shoulder. Gaby straightened and Mimi kissed her - a long, deep kiss lasting nearly two minutes as Ben's breathing returned to normal.
"How's your back?" Ben asked Mimi, finally.
"What?" she asked, breaking the kiss.
"Your back," he repeated. "The pulled muscle."
"Oh, yeah," she said, after a moment. "It's feeling much better."
"Uh huh," Ben said, unconvinced. "Why do I feel like I got pimped out?"
Gaby laughed. She looked down at him and threw up her hands.
"Baby, we have a house to pay for," she said.
"I hope you got at least enough for a full mortgage payment," he said, seriously.
"I don't know how much that is," Mimi said, "but it might be worth it."
"Might?" Ben objected.
"Well, I think a little more would ensure proper value," Mimi said, giving him a wink.
"Maybe we should move to the bedroom," Gaby suggested.
Mimi nodded.
"I don't think I'll ever get off this table," Ben said, not entirely kidding.
"Oh, come on, old man," Gaby teased, pulling at his arm. "We're not done yet."
"You two have already cum about 17 times," Ben observed.
"I could cum another 17 times," Gaby whispered in his ear.
"You hot-blooded Latinas are going to kill me," Ben groused.
"He's on to us, Gab," Mimi laughed. "We're gonna fuck all the gringos to death."
"Ah, but what a way to go," Ben conceded.
"Yes," Gaby said. "You'll die very happy."
She winked at him as she stood up.
"We should hit the shower before we crawl into bed," Gaby said.
"Yes," Mimi agreed, running her hands over her oily body. "We do seem to be a bit slippery...and sticky."
Ben reached up to take Gaby's hand. Though her effort was almost completely ineffective when matched against his bulk, she pulled as he began to sit up. After standing, he dragged Gaby to him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.
"I love you, Baby," he said.
He lowered his face to hers and kissed her mouth.
"I know," she teased, when their lips parted. | literotica |
Title: romance lessons by dbj_rab
Tags: Horse, M/F, Straight
Romance and Lessons
Commission by DBJ
The birds sing with the rising sun, as a lone raccoon climbs up the steps up to a very posh and Victorian style homestead. His tail swishes as he knocks on the door, and waits expectedly as he glances around slightly and admires the small garden to the side of the porch, as well as the ornate 'Summers home' sign hanging above the steps.
The wait isn't that long, as the raccoon hears steps towards the door, and it opens to reveal a very stunningly beautiful daft horse femme. She smiled and suddenly hugged the raccoon tightly against her breasts. 'Cyranno, so glad you could make it' she says and grins at him, before they kiss quickly. Cyranno grins and nods, as he steps back slightly, and the horse turns away from her boyfriend slightly to shout " hey mom, going out", and moves out as her mother says "Ok, Gloria. Take care now".
"So my lovely model of a horse, where do you want to go this morning?" Cyranno asks, as they walk towards his car. "Hmmm how about IHOP?" she says and smiles, as they climb in the car and soon speed off towards the nearest IHOP restaurant. Soon they are sitting and eating their breakfast order, and chatting idly about little things when their super senses hear slight cries of help, from someone being mugged.
They quickly go into the restroom, and change into their superhero outfits and are soon rushing off towards the nearest crime activity. Cyranno, now the Masked Musketeer and his girlfriend, who is now Lady Liberty see an old woman being mugged by a gangster type fiend. They quickly ran off after him, and easily catch him. After they put him off to the nearest police station, telling the officers what happened, the check on the old lady and return her purse. She smiles happily and says thanks, as the purse contained her months rent that was due that day.
Things are going smoothly with the very easily dispatched normal street thugs, when they happen to glance up and see an arch foe, tyring yet again to bring about destruction and chaos to their fair city. Masked Musketeer grins and asks, if the Lady Liberty would like to handle this one. She gins and says "sure why not?". The daft horse heroine is soon speeding off towards the robot that Black Hood, Lady liberty's old enemy is at it again. She grins and knows the dance with him very well. "Well looky here, if it isn't my old 'firend' Black Hood' " she shouts and flys in front of him. The goat villain grunts slightly, as he sees her.
Black Hood just looks at her, and does'nt say a word. He then quickly charges after her and tries to crush her, with the robot hands. She just smiles and flies out of reach easily, idly amused as she watches the goat inside the huge robot, adjusting and pushing all sorts of control buttons, making the robot doing his bidding. He growls slightly in frustation and then fires a sudden diamond laced netting at her. Lady liberty blinks in surprise and thinking it's a normal net, flies towards it to rip through it, when she suddenly feels slight restraint.
The masked musketeer, meanwhile glances up, and sees his beloved caught in the shimmering net. The lyth raccoon suddenly jumps up and climbs up the robot's leg. He pants and calls out, "don't worry hon. I'm on my way to get you out". The daft horse smiles down slightly at him, and keeps trying to break the diamond net, which is hard to do even for superheroes, as it's the hardest element around.
Dark Hood glances at the monitor and sees the raccoon climbing up his leg. He laughs as pulls in Lady liberty closer to him, and towards the opening that will hold her. He pushes a button and the raccoon is caught by slight surprise, as a hidden arm pops out of the robot's thigh and tries to grab him.
He easily dodges the grasp and climbs faster up towards the control booth of the robot, where the evil goat is grinning stupidly, thinking he'll have won at long last. Lady liberty meanwhile just accepts that she can't fight free of the net, and simply waits for her raccoon to free her, knowing he'll do so with ease. The Masked Musketeer finally reached the arm holding the net, and moves fast towards her. He grins as he pries open the robot's hand and opens the net, freeing his love. She grins and kisses him quickly on the cheek.
They both glance towards the goat, who is now swearing and fuming, tyring to figure out how to get out of the mess he's in. He keeps trying to push more buttons, but can't find the one with mass weapon of destruction. Lady Liberty and Masked Musketeer both fly down and wrap the net around the robot's legs, and topples it over. Black Hood swears even more as the robot tips over, and the dome he's in smashes and sends flying glass all over, several pieces cutting him. He does try a quick attempt to run away, but the duo catch him easily enough and dispatch him off towards the jail, keeping him in the diamond netting.
"heh, I always fighting him. He's so easy to capture, and makes a good warm up for others" Lady Liberty chuckles. The raccoon chuckles as well, and nods. Soon night is wearing down, and all rest of the evening's been peaceful and hardly anything that really required their attention. But suddenly, they hear a loud booming sound.
They glance around, tyring to pinpoint where the sound is coming from. "Hey I recognize that sound. It sounds like sledgehammer," Lady Liberty says. The Masked Musketeer agrees and soon the see the evil stegatorious (dino) and he's holding someone hostage. As they fly closer, the duo see that it's his ex-girlfriend, and he's about to smash her head in. They gasp and suddenly rush towards the scene.
The dino glances up, and and urks slightly as he sees them rushing towards him. He tries to act out his vengence faster, but they quickly grab his heavy, bulging arms and put them around his back. He struggles with all his might, but his strength, while very strong among normal standards, is no match for the superheroes. "Damn you bastards," he swears as they fly him off towards the special jail for super villains. "now, now that's no way to treat a lady" the Masked Musketeer says. Lady Liberty makes sure the dino girl is all right, and then catches up with her bou.
As they head back home, they kiss each other and tell how much they love each other. Storm clouds approaching and raining fast. Rather than walking back towards her house, she suggests they go back to hear mom's place, as it's closer and would keep them relatively dryer. Cyrano agrees, and nuzzles her as they approach Gloria's mom's house. She silently opens the door, and they then tip toe up to her room, that her mom lets her sleep in at times when she's in need of it.
They slow pet and kiss each other,as they climb up the stairs towards her room. Gloria shivers, as she gets goose bumps from all the heavy petting, and cryano grins as he feels himself hardening slowly at the thought of seeing his beloved naked and then making love to each other for first time.
They both stop kissing and petting each other, as Gloria goes over and closes the blinds and door to her room, while cyrano turns on some music. The stereo blasts China love by Janet Jackson plays in the background, as they slowly turn to each and grin blush. Cyrano pants slightly as he slowly strips for his girlfriend, while she moans and rubs against herself stripping for him at the same time.
The raccoon moans as his cock pops out of his sheath and he admires her naked equine body. "oh gods you're so hot looking my luv" he murmurs as he moves closer towards her. The horse smiles and blushes slightly. "you're not so bad yourself either , my hunk of a raccoon" she grins coyly.
The two moan as the press against each other , gasping as they feel their nakedness pressing harder against each other. "oh gods this feels so good," she pants as her paws rub up n down all over his body. "mmnn baby, yeah that's it. Feels so good" he pants as he rubs his own paws up n down her back and tight ass.
"oh luv.. feels so good to be with you" the equine pants and shudders in pleasure, her nipples hardening and her pussy preing heavily. He pants and moans as he slowly rubs along her ass cruve, and softly wriggles his fingers against her pussy, making her gasp and squirm even more in lust. "ooohh god ooohhh gods yyyessss" she gasps and falls onto the bed.
Cyrano pants and shudders himself slightly, as his own cock pres even more and moves down to suckle on her nipples softly, while kneading her huge breasts, and rubbing her twat even more in circles, stimulating her even more. "hmmmm baby, feels and tastes so good" he pants softly.
She writhes and gasps as her body goes into overdrive with lust and sexual need. Shuddering and panting, her pawing sessions never felt like anything she's feeling now. Cyrano moans and pants as he kisses her and softly pushes his finger into her tight pussy. She gasps and arcs her back slightly.. grunting and crying slightly at the pain of being penetrated, despite having done so many times herself with her own paw and dildo.
"Are you ready for more my love? " the raccoon asks, as he keeps pushing his fingers in and out of her pussy. She writhes even more as she pres all over and climaxes suddenly, panting loudly "oh gods luv yes s yyeesss" she shudders, "fuck me".
The raccoon moans and grins. He slowly removes his fingers from her twat, and rubs his preing cock against her opening. She squirms and cries out as her senses go into overload. "oohh gods luv yess yeess do it.. fill me up" she moans and he grunts as slowly pushes deeper into her pussy. He gasps and shudders at her tight warmth, and grunts preing heavily as his cock slides fully into her tight pussy.
She pants and cries out in pleasure, as her raccoon fills her up with his hung length. He gasps and holds her tightly, moaning as slowly pushes himself in and out of her pussy. "oohh gods luv I love you so much" he pants as he gets closer to cumming into her pussy, girnding his hips against hers. She pants and neighs slightly, as her pussy tightens harder around his length. " oohh gods my raccoony, yess yesss spurt your spunk in me" she gasps and moves with his thrusts, getting closer to cumming along with him as well.
Cyrano gasps and spasms, not able to hold it in any longer and moans, shoving deep into her pussy as he can and gasping/panting heavily.. nnngghhh he cries out as his cock swells within her teat and suddenly explode his cum into her. "ooohh gods soo good" he grunts and kisses her, as keeps thrusting in and out bit. She squeals and grunts "ooh luv fuck yyesss" she gasps and tightens her pussy even more around the hung member inside her and suddenly squirts her juices all over and along his length.
They both pant and grunts,a s cuddly tightly and kiss each other in the afterglow of their long love making. They soon fall asleep afterwards, with his cock still in her and throbbing slightly.
Soon morning comes, and the light wakes Gloria up. She quickly gets up and dressed, hearing a knocking on the front door. She passes her mother, and says hello, while opening the door. Her friend and roommate Kelly is standing there, and smiles hi/morning. She smiles back and invites her in.
As the two step into the kitchen, her mother asks how her date went yesterday. "oh it was fine mom. Thanks for asking" The then go on to talk about the days event, but as they do so, Kelly looks up and sees cyrano trying to sneak out the back door, which is locked and alarm set.
He cringes as he sees the door's looked, and tries to think of how to get out, when Tabitha turns and sees him. Gloria turns red all over, as her mother quickly glances back towards her and asks who the hell this guy is.
"Uhmm well mom.. the truth is, he's my boyfriend." Gloria says, and her mother immediately takes a negative reaction to that. "Oh hell no. You're not dating a no good carrying disease raccoon" she shouts and fumes. Gloria shouts back "mom that's enough. It's my life and I love him very much. " Cyrano quietly says the same thing after things die down slightly.
Tabitha glances back and forth from the two, and then sighs slightly and concedes to their wishes. "well you're right daughter of mine. You are and adult, and despite that you'll always be my baby girl, and I wish the best for you" She however moves to cyrano and bores him with questions. He does his best to not let some things private slip throught, but under her hard stare that all women seem to get, he squirms and silently says that he did 'sleep' with her daughter.
She grunts and says thought so, as she turns to Gloria and then afterwards tells them both and they should use better judgement and to do it in her own apartment and not here, cuase if they ever do it here again, she'll tear of his balls and make her life miserable.
They both chuckle nervously, and then grin to each other, as they notice she's smiling as she says that, and all laugh at the joke. | FSE |
Title: I Spy by Komatose
Tags: Cum, Exhibitionism, Gay, Horse, M/solo, Male, Masturbation, Muscle, Otter, Public, Sheath, Voyeurism
Disclaimer: This is a fictional, adult-orientated furry story and is not appropriate for readers under the age of 18. The following story contains matter of M/M sexual encounters. If you do not like M/M, furry, or any kind of sex, do not read this. I do not own the rights for brand names used in the story, but the characters, town names, and story titles belong to me and me only.
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I Spy
By Komatose © 2011
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Imagine clean, blue waters...calm, quiet surroundings, bright light from ahead illuminating all around...sounds like an ideal paradise, does it not? Well, if the thought of a warm beach in the Caribbean was in mind, a mistake has been made. This image is actually the indoor pool of a typical community college. Nothing fancy, just a nice sized, warm pool to wade and swim in. A single, half-asleep lifeguard examines the water to make sure no one is floating face down in it, which has never happened yet, but still, there is a job to do.
"Whew...I think that is enough for tonight..." Said a small voice from the side of a pool as a rather toned male otter looked down into the clean water he was just swimming around in. His webbed paws and his streamline body, not to mention his powerful tail gives him a natural advantage in the water, but the goggles help keep the chlorine out of his eyes, and the blue speedo just makes him eye candy.
Liam was just your basic student here at the college. Being a student majoring in marine biology, water was just something he naturally loved, being in it, drinking it, bathing in it, just anything with water made him giddy. His webbed paw tugged on the goggles around his neck as he looked up to the guard tower in the well lit pool room of the campus gymnasium...the lifeguard was almost asleep! Some guard he was...then again...it was past midnight. Through the large windows outside was pitch black with spotted lights of the campus grounds, the dormitories far off in the distance.
Padding over to his duffle bag near the hooks where others hang coats and on a busy day, more bags would be there, he grabbed his fluffy white towel from the blue gym bag and wrapped it around his toned, smooth body, holding both ends and rubbing it on his back to get the chemical treated water off of his creamy brown fur. Naturally, one had to dry off before heading back to the locker room, leaving the floors wet was a hazard and would really piss off the janitor.
Liam loved going to the gym at night, it was a perfect time for him since he did not have any morning classes, his first began at one and often he would be in until around five or seven, depending on what kind of lab he would have. The otter did not have to work, he could focus solely on school since his parents were able to afford to fund him through it all, lucky bastard! A lot of alumni were pretty jealous of him for that lone fact, but it was just his life and how it was!
Finally satisfied with how his fur was dry enough to make a trek from the pool to the locker room, he wrapped his towel around his waist and grabbed his bag, ready to get changed and ready to head back home. Though Liam was good looking, having a streamline body with strong legs and powerful thighs, toned arms and chest and a slight set of abs, he was still incredibly shy! He could not help but blush at the sign of anything embarrassing to him.
His whiskers twitched was he strolled barefoot down the linoleum floor of the hallway that led to the locker room. One thing he loved most about late night swimming was no one was there! He could shower if he wanted to and not worry about someone else being there to see him naked. Though the late night staff was almost always asleep, he never really noticed many others there at the late hours.
He carefully stepped inside of the locker room, listening, sniffing to see if anyone was there...nothing so far, silence. Strolling on inside, he saw the sinks and mirrors, the urinals and toilet stalls, and finally the three rows of lockers with benches between the rows for folk to sit when they changed.
"Hmm...I don't see anyone here..." He said to himself in a near whisper while he quietly padded over to his designated locker, his webbed fingers grasping the lock and dialing in the code to unlock and open the green and blue painted door. Taking one last quick look around, it seemed no one was there! He peeled off the damp towel and fold it, placing it on the shelf inside the locker, he would be sure to take it home and have it washed since it smelled like bleach. Liam surely wanted to shower, since it was best to use the water here and not at home and run the bill up, that his parents paid. In his locker was another towel, a sky blue one ready to be used, clean and still smelling of fabric softener. After placing his glossy soap bottle next to the towel and keeping them at his side, he looked around again and placed his paws on his speedo. He hoped no one would come in, and with a gulp, he dropped it, and stood out of it, his tight round rear, plump sheath and furry balls exposed for a moment while he quickly wrapped himself with his blue towel, sighing in relief. For some reason he always thought the locker room had cameras in it watching him...
Closing his locker and grasping his shampoo bottle, he smiled and started to head over to the shower room attached to the lockers with just wide open doorway, white tile wall and floor coating the entire nook. But then something different happened...the sound of running water started all of the sudden! The hiss of steamy water made him gasp and drop his soap bottle on his webbed foot paw, making him jump around and curse a bit as he realized someone was in the shower stalls! Damn it!
He was really red-faced now, and cranky to realize he would have to wait to shower now, since someone was in there already! He sighed to himself and started to turn around back to his locker...maybe he could just wait here? No, that would make him seem like a stalker? Maybe leave and just forget a shower? But the chlorine smell was already making him feel a bit nauseous...What a pickle!
Something different came to his mind...what if he were to...take a peek inside of the showers and see who was in there? He bit on his lower lip, it was so tempting...but what if he was seen? Who even WAS in there? Only one way to find out...the other sounded occupied with the shower as the water was clearly cascading on a body inside the slowly steaming room.
Creeping slowly, Liam came to the doorway that parted the two rooms, his body then clinging to the cold wall, back against it, tail rigid between his legs as he slowly turned his head around the corner to peer inside for just a peek...
Liam's eyes had never been bigger as he realized just who was inside of the shower...He quickly pulled back and gasped, his heart jumping in his chest. "T-that's...B-b-brad...the Trojan Horse..." Well, that was his nickname on the football team. Bradley was the biggest horse on campus, and one of the largest football players the team had. He was nine feet tall...rock solid with muscle from his powerful legs, deeply cut eight pack abs and swollen chest, his biceps had biceps they were so damn big and pumped...his neck was thicker than his damn head...the horse was built like a brick wall, which made him un-tackleable. He was a Percheron, huge and fading from near black at his hooves, grey all the way up his body until the white of his head, entire body speckled with dark black spots. One thing Liam also got to see was the massive sheath the stallion had, big, swollen, black balls hanging past halfway down his massive thighs, the sheath fat and clinging to his body, almost touching his navel at a rested state.
Liam was blushing madly thinking about that horse, he was Godly, sexy, hung, well, as most horses are, muscular and his voice...he only heard it once but it was so deep that the vibrations could probably give any male an erection and any female moist. Liam had no idea if the stallion was gay like he was, straight, or just plain bi, at least he could hope for that if anything else!
He was going for another look...so daring and bold of him! This was something he had to see...Brad again...one more look...
When he did, Brad was just standing under the water, his black and white striped mane, he added the black stripes since it was normally white, damp and hanging over his proud face and wide shoulders, his spade like ears sticking up from above. Liam could see his soaked tail, normally it was tied up but now it was free and hanging like a wet mop. He peeked at the sheath he had...it was like holding Campbell's Chunky soup can if he could have his paws on the leathery flesh.
"Oh my God..." He whispered to himself as he pulled his head back once more, his heart racing, his sheath swollen as his cock was already starting to poke out to say hello! Damn penis, it always came out at times when it was not supposed to...But this has never happened before, and with who he was seeing! Wait, did Brad know he was in the locker room? Did he hear him? If he did, then he knew someone was there? Those were just some questions swimming in Liam's mind...but then he did something preposterous, he went for another peek, the steamy room hid his head, but if he used both eyes, he would surely be noticed.
When his eye came back to the stallion, he was lathering sweet smelling soap all over his coarsely furred body...the muscles ripping under the flesh, the tightly packed muscles flexing as his arms moved, the veins bulging with the simple reach of his arm or flex of his chest or neck. The suds were gathering at the floor as he used his huge hands with thick, hoof-like nails to rub the soap into his torso. Liam's cock was half mast now, and growing as he bit his lower lip, whiskers twitching. Good thing Brad was turned with his side facing the entrance...but then he turned to face the shower head...and bent...lower...lower...his hands working his massive, dense thighs as his firm and solid ass cheeks were almost just shown had it not been for that tail in the way! But then, his tail gave a swish and Liam got an eyeful of that big, black pucker the stallion had, the sighed made him pull back around the corner and gasp to himself, his cock fully hard as he reached under his towel to grasp it...shit...what if someone came in and saw him? But then again...when does he get a chance like this? His penis was doing the thinking now as he stroked himself under the big blue towel.
"What am I doing..." He said as he was huffing and puffing, crimson in the cheeks and feeling so hot as he was sure Brad was rinsing off completely now...He stopped touching himself, wanting his cock to go back inside of its home so he could take a shower next...but he needed to peek again!
And what he saw really surprised him.
Brad had his huge hands around his slowly growing cock, snaking out of his leathery sheath as the flared glans was being tugged on be powerful fingers. Was he...masturbating? Suddenly, he reached for one of his large, black nipples, giving it a tugging twist and letting out a neigh as one of his heavy hooves stomped on the floor, making a cascade of bubbly water fly up and around. His large nostrils snorted as his thick tongue came out to lick his lips, the single hand on his dick making it grow fast...horses were really growers, that was for sure. Liam's knees shook, his body trembled, his eye wide and watching that horse's dick grow as a heavy hand rolled over the black and pink spotted flesh, from base to hood, growing, stiffening...the smells of sex mingled with the steam as Liam could sniff the smell of masculine precum tickling his nose.
Liam pulled back again, panting as his cock was still solid and his webbed paw under his towel jacking himself off...it was like he could not resist it! Like the horse's aura was making him do it...that sexual presence he had...
Going in again, Brad's dick was fully hard...Liam had no idea how long it was in numbers but the damn thing was almost to his nipples if the stallion lined it between his solid abs and mountainous pecs. It looked like he could just barely wrap one of his own hands around it, but Liam needed two, it was about as thick as a soda bottle, maybe thicker! Liam could see the fat median ring on that pole of flesh, the horse stopped to grope and rub over that median ring a few times, making himself groan out deeply as he did so. The otter had such a perfect view of it all, Brad was standing with his side facing the door the entire time, allowing his eyes to get a full view of that huge and gorgeous body and massive, at least three foot long penis the Percheron had. Brad always came back to the flared head, pinching the flared flesh of his glans to make himself moan again and again, sometimes even rolling a finger to the inside of the flare to pinch and tease his own protruding urethra.
The horse had two hands on his shaft, slowly rolling up and down from flared head to base, nickering and snorting as he did so, his heavy, wide hips giving a good thrust each time his hands came to the flare. Liam's eyes were feeling dry and burning, he was forgetting to blink as he was watching, his lower lip bitten down on and one paw stroking himself off furiously, making quite the pre spot on his blue towel as he churred under his breath, not wanting it to be too loud.
Brad was getting loud, though! Stomping hooves, grunting, snorting, it was like he wanted to be seen and have someone watch him! He was in a PUBLIC shower, anyone could walk right in and see him jacking off his massive flared cock right there, then what would happen? Would he get all red in the face and giggle? No, he would probably keep going and depending on who walked in, someone would get really disturbed or...Get to play with the horsie...Oh God...Liam almost fell to his knees thinking about that while he stroked his own modest seven inches off under his towel, grunting softy as his whiskers trembled.
What if he did go in, would the stallion breed him so deep he would not be able to stand again? He was a virgin! Only eighteen and a freshman and Brad was...well, he did not know how old he was, but he knew his name! Oh God, he had to keep looking...He could actually see the precum fly from the horse's cock and land on the floor wetly, almost like the splashing of the water that cascaded over him. Liam was biting down on his lower lip a bit too hard, he was watching that stallion...the horse was snorting...reaching for a nipple, pinching it, sowing his teeth, his ears splayed...the flared hood of his dick seemed to expand as he was flaring, that meant he was close! His huge hand stopped at the flared hood of his dick, thick fingers finding that exposed, protruding equine urethra, pinching it, tugging, teasing it as he made some very loud snorts and groans, the floor was almost vibrating from the sounds.
Liam felt his balls begin to tingle now, he was about to blow! But not just him...as he watched, Brad rolled his hips, his hands moving to grasp his dick just under the hood...his head leaning back, massive pecs puffing out, abs rippling, his biceps swelling to beyond the size of a basketball...more like three! His veins bulged out on his cock, his balls tugged close to his sheath, and finally...an eruption occurred as thick, white, and powerful as if someone had smashed a extra large tube of toothpaste with a mallet, and that was just the first blow! Liam watched as rope after rope of horse jizz fired all over the tiled floor, walls, and even the horse himself, it was like it had no end! Brad's face was red, his flat teeth gritted, his body tense as Liam counted at least twenty thick and powerful strands shooting from that cock before it came to a trickle, the stud massaging his cock behind the flared head as he huffed and panted nosily under the running water.
Liam pulled back again...and he pulled his paw out from under the towel to see he unloaded as well, blushing madly as he realized what he had done, making such a mess under his towel as he frantically went to wipe off the seed smeared in the webbed folds of his paw.
In a panicked rush, he ran over to his locker and hid out there, his heart racing, his face flushed...but he heard the water stop and a soft, content chuckle from the shower room, echoing into the locker room as the hefty falls of hooves rang out against tiled floor. Liam did not see the horse, he must have gone to another row of lockers to get to his...and the otter took the moment to rush into the shower room, slipping past the wall, his soap in paw as he hid inside and panted...he could smell the semen, it was so strong! He looked back and crept over to where the horse was showering...he didn't even clean up! It was still all over the wall and running down to the floor...
Liam wanted to taste it, but who knows what the horse had, if he was clean or not, he might get some herpes if he was foolish! Damn, that cum was thick and potent, like frosting splattered onto the wall and the deep smell was making his nose almost hurt being so close to it.
He hid there until the horse left...but...he didn't...in fact, he heard the hooves! He saw his shadow, the nine foot tall and just as wide shadow looming back over to come to the locker room! Fuck! He was busted! He was going to be seen! Liam had no where to go, just stand there with his towel around his waist in the shower stall that was just used moments ago as the titanic horse walked in...face the shower head where he was and stoped, seeing the otter and looking down to him. He was still nude, his cock limply swaying between his legs as he strolled over, balls shifting side to side, muscular abs tensing up, his thighs flexing and bulging out, the massive calf muscles swollen above his huge hooves meant for stomping a little fag otter like himself! He was dead! He closed his eyes but he felt nothing as the horse stopped before him...and reached for his soap bottle he left on a shelf beside the nozzle. He did not want to leave his favorite equine soap, it made his coat shine like no other. Liam opened one eye and looked up...he met the green eye of the horse with a smirk on his face, seeing him close up...his tuft of chin hair...his strong jaw and cheeks bones...his damp mane draped over his broad shoulders...Liam blushed a deep red.
"Big mess, huh?"
Was all Brad said with his booming voice as he walked away, his firm, large ass flexing with each step as he made his way back out and left the shower room once more...Liam was frozen in shock and fear...did that mean...he knew he was there? Oh God...He felt faint as he leaned against the wall and need to take a deep breath or two...
Little did the otter know after he finally showered and came back to his locker, fresh and clean...he found a scrap of paper with a phone number on it...the name Brad written above it in rather clear, sharp handwriting. Needless to say, Liam was going to stick with his late night routine. | FSE |
Title: Rich Girl's Punishment by Sparkle
Tags: Abuse, Bondage, Captivity, Disney, M/F, Masturbation, Punishment, Spanking, Spooge
Rich Girl's Punishment. \*For Gabe. ^-^\*
Gabe circled around his charge slowly, the dim light in the room enough to glint off his bared fangs as he walked. His bobbled tail bobbled slowly back and forth, and his fingers clutched the worn leather grip of the paddle and he grinned. How many times do you get to teach a lesson to someone who really deserved it? How many times in life did you get to right a wrong, that you watched every day? Just having the opportunity was enough to make the poodle grin, and the young canine tied down, whimper. Brandy had taken a wrong turn. Well, several wrong turns actually. Several wrong turns, got off on the wrong bus, and went down the wrong shortcut. That's when she had met Gabe- and talked back to the wrong poodle. Now she was tied down to a large ladder in the middle of the dimly lit room. The back room of some dingy bar he had lead her too. She had been a fool to trust him, and now... Gabe chuckled softly, stroking his favorite paddle along his fingertips as he eyeballed the young girl. Creamy, soft colored fur, delicious looking curves, and a sexy tail that swung and jerked as she wiggled her hips in vain. Trying to free herself. Gabe had to chuckle softly. "Brandy, Brandy Brandy. "He said, letting the large paddle rest on his shoulder. He reached out to stroke along her shoulder blades, drawing a shiver from the girl. "You've had this coming for a long time, you know. You deserve this- and I want you to know this is for your own good. "Gabe explained. The girl replied with something vulgar, no doubt, but the well placed gag around her soft, ruby colored lips absorbed all obscenities that spewed past her muzzle and turned them into the sound of muffled cries: music to the poodle's ears. "Well young lady. I've observed your behavior for quite a while. Watched your progress from annoying, to irritating, to ungodly bitch. What is the matter with you? And that poor rabbit, subjected to all your "Witty" comments, and "hilarious" put downs. Did you even think about his feelings? The way you treat him is despicable..." Gabe continued. "Whiskers..." Brandy thought. The surge of anger that rushed though her blood was incredible, indescribable even. Her wrists jerked hard at the binds, but they stuck tight, sealing her to whatever fate the poodle had in store for her. "This is going to hurt Brandy. But I want you to realize again, this is for your own good. Do you know how we take care of spoiled brats where I come from?" He asked with a chuckle. Brandy whimpered, shaking her head meekly, but she already knew. She had a feeling how he was going to "Teach her his lesson."
The first blow came as a shock, causing a yelp from the poor puppy tied to the ladder. She had grown from the young, stringy teen to a plump, positively perfect personification of a young woman. Where she had thin, chicken like legs, now where plump, fleshed out thighs. The firm, rounded apple shaped ass was large and curved, jiggly and soft, while her chest and blossomed from flat to two generous spheres of sensitivity. Rounded with pale, pink nipples, ready to bud at the slightest of touches. Gabe murred, watching that rounded backside bounce helplessly from the stinging kiss of his paddle. Life was good. He arched his arms back, before arcing the paddle a second time. WHAP! The blow sent shivers down Brandy's spine and her bottom dancing firmly. The canine strapped to the ladder whimpered, struggling to get free, begging, pleading, pulling firmly on the ropes that adorned her wrists. Nothing worked. WHAP! "I hope your learning from this Brandy...I hope your learning that you can't go around treating people however you want. "Gabe explained, before letting the paddle drop to one side. "Have you learned your lesson?" The poodle asked quietly. Brandy was quick to nod. Learned her lesson? Learned her lesson?! Of course she did! The moment, they very -moment- she got free she was going to give the poodle a piece of her mind, and a very firm ass kicking. Gabe chuckled quietly, lifting the paddle again. "Mmmmm, I don't think so." He whispered. That's when Brandy froze. She could feel his strong fingers slowly working across her 95 dollar snake skin belt, undo it, and then the zipper from her 110 dollar designer jeans...and quickly, she could feel the cool air of the storage room against her 56 dollar Victoria secret panties. Summer edition, white laced, cotton, clinging to her round buttcheeks. She blushed like crazy, the color twisting the hue of her soft, lemon colored cheeks to a thick crimson of humiliation. "Naughty girl." Gabe whispered, and the paddle got to meet the barely protected rump once more, slapping firmly against the nearly bare bottom. Brandy screamed. Well, she would have screamed had she anyway of doing so. Instead a long, muffled squeal echoed in the room, and she wiggled wildly against the ladder, rocking it from side to side. The paddle struck again, and again, and again, three times in succession and quickly turning the snobby pooch into a sobbing young girl. Gabe smiled. "Ahhh! Tears! Well, NOW were getting somewhere. Have you had enough?" He asked, holding up the paddle. Brandy began to nod, then froze, remembering quickly, what had occurred last time she answered such a question. She stayed frozen, and Gabe tsked. WHAP! She nodded her head like crazy. Gabe grinned. "Alright then, lets see what the damage is like, eh?" The big poodle asked. Brandy would have asked what he meant by that- had she access to the full function of her muzzle, but she found out quickly enough. She felt his fingers hook themselves underneath the waistband of her panties and with a strong yank she felt them puddle around her ankles. "Well now look at this big bottom." Gabe chuckled quietly. Brandy wanted to die. Her cheeks where a permanent shade of red now, she was certain. She was afraid she was going to pass out, with so much blood running from her body to fill her cheeks, giving an almost glowing color of red. Gabe simply giggled, tracing his fingers along the warm cheeks of the bare rear end in front of him. "You know Brandy. I don't think You've gotten the full extent of my punishment...I mean, how could you with these plump cheeks. "He chuckled. Brandy simply whimpered in humiliation, tears trickling down her face as Gabe continued to tease her. "I mean, this big butt must take those blows so well, I think we'll have to do it all over again. "he laughed, sliding the hot wood of the paddle over the twin globes of Brandy's rear. He gently, slide the thin end of that paddle begin her legs, causing the other canine in the room to squirm, arching her back and tensing almost completely. Gabe grinned. "Now look at this..."The poodle chuckled, examining the soaked end of the paddle which he had lewdly pressed between the girl's thighs. "You're a little damp honey, aren't you?" He smirked, and reached a paw down for a more personal check. Brandy squeaked, her eyes widening, and her hips squirmed wildly when she felt the finger tease between her legs. The moan, the blush and the juices all pointed to one thing, and when Gabe's paw came back soaked, he laughed. "I can't believe your getting off on this. Ok you naughty little thing, lets see how you respond to this." He churred, and Brandy simply whimpered. The first blow to her bared bottom, forced the twin cheeks to bounce and jiggle, the soft, pillowy behind Brandy carried around behind her was quickly turned a deep shade of red, and Gabe seemed ecstatic. Three more swats, all of them in the same place, letting the girl's butt get the full impact of the swats. Three more- the first were too the left cheek, these three were to the right, and finally, three across the both of them, making Brandy's behind a bright, bright shade of red. "Ahhhh, Brandy. I think we're finished back here. "He chuckled, reaching a paw between her legs again. The mutt whimpered, blushing deeply, squirming helplessly- and leaked all over Gabe's paw. Her juices soaked it, regardless of how hard she tried to shut her legs and Gabe just murred, his other paw gently stroking along the thick bulge between his own thighs. "Anyhow..."Gabe explained, reaching down to grasp the girl's shirt, lifting it up, over her head, and letting it bundle over her ears- the bra was next, and as it pulled away, two, large, perfectly plump sized boobs bounced into the open air, forcing Brandy to shiver. Her nipples were stone stiff, and those big breasts of her pushed though the open space of the ladder's steps, giving the impression of a picture frame. It was perfect. "Now then, Brandy..."Gabe smirked, as he walked around to the front of the young canine. SLAP! Brandy squealed- finding out at that very moment, that her right breast was far more sensitive then her buttocks. The poodle snickered at Brandy's look of confusion. He was sure if she was able to say anything, it would probably be along the lines of : You told me the spanking was over!! Gabe smiled and shook his head. "Now now. I said we were finished with your tush. I didn't say a thing about this big, round boobs of yours. "Gabe chuckled, his paws batting at the orbs like a feline would bat at the window blind. Brandy whimpered helplessly, watching in horror and undeniable arousal, as Gabe stroked, caressed, and teased his fingers over her sensitive chest. WHAP! SLAP!! SMACK! WAP! Two strikes to both breasts, four strikes in total and one very wet, squirming canine. Brandy wriggled helplessly, whimpering, watching. WHACK! SMACK! SCHRAP! BAP! And suddenly- Brandy couldn't take it anymore. She could feel it coming and she couldn't stop it, and she arched her back, crying out so loudly that Gabe froze his paw in the air, surprised at the sudden outburst. He grinned when the scent hit his nose- the scent of arousal, and lust and ultimately- satisfaction. Hot, and creamy, her legs were splattered with it, the juices running down her inner thighs, making her fur messy, wet, and sticky. She came, and she came hard. "My, my, my. Isn't this the embarrassment to end all embarrassment." Gabe chuckled, as Brandy turned her head, blushing deeply. "Mhmmh...Rmm mrr?" Brandy whimpered. The gag was removed. "C, canni g, go now?" She asked shyly. Gabe smiled. "Not just yet my dear...not just yet. "He explained, and slipped the gag back over her muzzle. He tip toed behind her, his erection pounding in his trousers- That was soon rectified as he unzipped his pants, and lifted the heady, plump head of his poodle cock towards Brandy's blazing backside. "Hold still sweetie..."He murred, squeezing his cock gently under his fingertips. One stoke, followed by another, followed by a third- It didn't take long. Brandy squeaked in surprise when she feel the hot bursts of semen splash across her bottom, the hot poodle cream rubbing gently down her cheeks that caused a tickling sensation- quite enough to make her squirm. But when she felt the big glob of poodle cream running down the very crack of her rump, she squeaked, feeling a second, much weaker orgasm rushing though her. This was all so naughty, and so kinky, and so wrong, that it just fueled her libido like nothing she had ever felt before, and regardless of this strangers intent, she felt satisfied in a way she hadn't felt for a long time. The binds were loosened, and she fell into the strong arms of the strikingly handsome poodle. "Now lets get you home. "He whispered... | FSE |
Title: The Orc Chiefs present (part 2) by Adrinix
Tags: Anal, Cum, Dildo, Facesitting, Gag, Gangbang, Gay, Human, M/M, M/M/M, Male, Muscle, Oral, Orc, Orcs, Orgy, Rape, Slavery
The first thing Thad saw as he was brought into the hut, was an orc; bigger and meaner looking than any of the others. Undoubtedly the chief, this orc was over seven feet of bulging rounded muscle. chipped tusks adorned his face and a curly mat of dark hair covered his naked body...wait, naked?
Thad looked again and saw the chief was indeed naked. His massive and and still flaccid uncut cock hung low from his dark mess of pubic hair.
His intense gaze met them as he was led into the tent. He watched, as the two orc's brought the human in, in chains and put him on his knees in front of the chief, only a few feet away. He was eye level with the orc's massive musky package, and Thad could not help himself getting hard.
\<What it this?\> The orc Chief growled in the orc tongue.
\<A gift, my lord, from General Rogash.\> One of the orc's replied. \<He was victorious against your enemies in battle and he captured this human who was with them.\>
\<Hmm, yes, i received word of his victory, and he did mention something in regards to a gift. Ha, and what a splendid gift, it seems it's already turned on by it's new master.\> "Do you like what you see, little human?" He growled, finishing his sentence in near perfect English.
Thad said nothing, but his face and his dripping cock betrayed him. He was still too proud to admit it, but part of him enjoyed the situation he was in, but his pride as a man would not let him show any weakness.
"Heh, going to be like that, are you? \<Give him here.\> He ordered. The leash chain was handed off to the chief and the two orc's backed off to stand guard at the door. With a hard tug on the chain, Thad was pulled up to his feet and onto the lap of the muscular orc leader.
Two thick green orc fingers found their way into his hole. Thad groaned with pain as his hole was stretched out once again, though thanks to the fucking he got from the guards earlier, it wasn't so bad.
The thick fingers pushed deeper and deeper, twisting around and rubbing the sides, pressing against all the right places, until...
Thad groaned with pleasure, his body shaking and his ass clamping down on the Chief's fingers, he came several shots of cum onto the Chief's hairy stomach. Thad's face became red again as the Chief laughed at his orgasm.
"Are you more willing to comply now slave?" The orc cooed in his ear, but still Thad remained silent. He wouldn't give the orc the satisfaction. "Heh, very well, maybe giving me a little pleasure will break your pride."
Thad was taken out of the Chiefs lap by the guards and was brought over to a nearby table, which was used for planning battles. The chief was not far behind, and in his hand, was a long, thick green dildo, with a bulge at the base and two straps extending from it.
"You are going to pleasure my asshole with this toy, little human, but since your hands are tied," The guards held Thad's head steady as the Chief stuffed the thick end of the toy into Thad's mouth, stretching his mouth open wide to accept it, and fastened the straps around his head, so the toy hung out of his mouth but with no chance of coming loose or being pushed out.
Thad's stomach turned over when he realized what was about to happen. Before he could resist, he was lifted up onto the table, which was amazingly sturdy, as he found out as the Chief climbed upon it and squat down over his chest. The guards went about applying a thin layer of grease to the shaft of the dildo, as well as the Chief's hole.
"Hope your ready for the ride of your life human, because its been awhile since I've had anything in my ass and I'm going to take full advantage of it."
Helpless to do anything but; Thad watched as the Chief stood up enough to turn around, rest himself on his knees and mount the dildo, taking the first few inches into his large, hairy, muscular bubble butt. It slowly sank down on the toy, Thad could feel the resistance from it pushing in his mouth, but it continued on and on. The musky smell of the orc's sweaty ass filled his nostrils as his ass came closer and closer, until finally the toy hilted in the orc's ass and his massive cheeks pressed into Thad's face, almost completely cutting off his air supply.
The Chief groaned with pleasure as he enjoyed the full feeling his favorite toy gave him. He rocked his ass back and forth on Thad's face, grunting with pleasure as his insides were rubbed by the toy, while his hand slowly stroked his massive green cock
Finally, when Thad thought he was going to pass out, the Chief lifted up, he could see his hole stretched around the thick toy and once again, hot aroused by the sight. Fortunately for Thad, there were no unpleasant smells or sights on the toy as it slid out of the large orc's hole, only the powerfully arousing aroma of musky sweat.
The Orc's ass dropped faster this time, catching him off guard for not having holding his breath. The chief's ass pressed hard against his face again and held its position for a few moments before repeating the action. Up and down the Chief's ass worked the toy like any veteran whore worth her salt, his hairy ass cheeks smacking Thad's face every few seconds.
Before long, Thad felt the presence of another orc between his legs, they were spread apart and lifted up to meet his chest. He felt the thick head of an orc cock pressing against his hole, he groaned as it invaded him and immediately went to work, building up to pounding him at the same frenzied pace the Chief had achieved riding Thad's Face.
The new orc leaned forward, sucking his Chief's cock into his mouth, savoring the taste of his ever-flowing pre-cum.
Every few minuets the Chief would sink down as far as he could on the toy, pressing his ass so tight against Thad's face he felt like he would be sucked in at any moment.
The orc fucking him was nearing his orgasm. Hit thrusts were deep and wild, and his growls were feral. With one final deep thrust he fired his load deep in Thad's ass and once he was done, he pulled out, only to be replaced a few seconds later by another orc, who like his predecessor, began slamming mercilessly into his loose and cum filled hole.
The Chief stopped riding for a moment to adjust his position. Leaning back on his hands he turned around, so that now Thad's view was filled by the Chief's cum filled balls. Now, with every thrust the chief took, Thad's eyes and forehead were slapped over and over the hairy green sack.
The Chief's hand was now rising up and down his thick shaft with vigor. His grunts and groans of pleasure were growing now as his release drew near. Faster and faster he rode the toy, until he pulled off, letting his well fucked hole flex against the emptiness where the toy had once been. with one quick yank, the dildo was pulled form his mouth, popping the straps and tossed aside. The chief's massive cock now loomed over his face, with the chief's hand, stroking it hard and fast.
In seconds his face was covered with thick globs of orc seed. The Chief keeled over him, milking every drop he could get out of his cock. There was cum everywhere, all over his face, his neck and in his hair. The Chief must not have gotten off for weeks.
The Orc Chief gave a contented sigh as his massive cock began to deflate with the last few drops of seed expelled. The second orc, who was still pounding his ass groaned and fired his load as well.
After dismounting the table, Thad was pulled off and placed on his knees. a warm tongue licked his eyes clear of seed and he was able to look up at his dominator.
"You belong to me now human. I am your master. You, are my slave, who only exists now for my pleasure and the pleasure of my men. disobedience means death. Am I clear?" He growled in a tone Thad would not dare defy.
"Yes Master." Thad gasped.
From then on, Thad became the warrior tribes pleasure slave. He was used more ways than he knew were possible by more orc's than he could count. It was a much better job than mercenary, Thad thought. | FSE |
Title: The Happiness Game by Shinetroll
Tags: Aardwolf, Bathing, Clone, Cuddling, Cunnilingus, Food, Fooling around, Game, Hyena, M/F, Masturbation, Music, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Plushophilia, Teasing, Telepathy, deal
"Let's play a game," suggested Rainshine.
"What sort of game?" her male clone, Adrien, asked excitedly.
"Let's see how hard I can get you just by making you happy," she said.
Adrien thought about it for a moment, then smiled and nodded his head in agreement.
"sounds fun," he said. "Let's do it."
She took him to a luxury hotel and checked in for one night. Once in their room, Rainshine locked the door, turned to her companion, and said, "Alright now, take off your clothes. I'm going to start a hot bath for you." Adrien smiled, and his tail involuntarily began to swish back and forth at the thought of the relaxing hot water. He disrobed and lay across the super soft, king sized bed, staring up at the ceiling (which was textured and had glitter in it... his favourite kind of ceiling) and daydreaming about happy things like unicorns and daffodils in the spring and cuddling with Rainshine. He was vaguely aware of soft electronic music playing from somewhere in the room, although he couldn't pinpoint exactly which device was making it. Electronic was his favourite music genre, and he found himself humming along with familiar songs.
Rainshine came back into the bedroom after a few minutes and beckoned him in a soft, almost seductive voice.
"Your bath is ready."
The male aardwolf sat up on the bed and his ears pricked forward in anticipation. He hopped up from the bed and almost skipped to the bathroom. Once inside, he leaned his head back against the side of the tub and let all of his muscles relax, sighing happily as he continued to think about all of his favourite things. Rainshine came up behind him and began to rub shampoo into his hair, gently massaging his scalp, neck, and shoulders and relaxing him even more.
Instinctively, his right hand went to his sheath to begin pawwing, but Rainshine stopped him.
"Nyah!" she scolded him gently. "No masturbating. Remember, we're trying to get you hard on happiness only. Any physical stimulation would be cheating."
"Ahh..." he said understandingly. "I'll try." He brought his arms up out of the water and draped them over the sides of the tub in order to soften the temptation to touch himself. He closed his eyes and smiled, reveling in the touch of his female companion. Neither of them ever spoke about it out loud, but secretly they were both fans of self-teasing. They absolutely loved this type of game.
Once he was clean and had soaked in the tub for about twenty minutes, Adrien was dried off (with help from Rainshine) by the fluffiest towel he had ever touched. He loved the way it felt under his paw pads, and even through his fur it was pleasurable to his body. After drying (although still slightly damp because of the thickness of his fur) he emerged from the bathroom and once again went to lay on the comfy bed. He let his head sink deep into the down-stuffed pillows stacked at the head of the bed and grabbed another to hug to his chest. By this time, he was starting to feel a warm cozy sensation in his crotch. This was the most comfortable he had been in months, possibly even years. He wasn't sure if it was possible to relax any more than this.
Rainshine's voice caught his attention from across the room, saying "Oh! I have something for you."
Adrien lifted his head up to look in her direction. She was kneeling on the floor unzipping her backpack, which she had brought along with the promise that it was filled with nice things to make him happy, and therefore horny.
"What is it?" he asked, his eyes sparkling and tail swaying. He saw the female aardwolf pull a plastic bag of something from the backpack and tear it open. His nostrils twitched as the wave of fruity scent hit him. "Gummiworms!" He sat up on the bed, his tail now wagging uncontrollably.
Rainshine walked over and sat on the bed next to him, pulling one of the candies from the bag.
"Close your eyes," she commanded him sweetly. He obliged. "Now open your mouth." The male opened his mouth and extended his tongue in anticipation, and Rainshine placed the selected gummiworm on the extended appendage. Adrien sucked the worm into his mouth and began to suck on it immediately, savoring the fruity taste that he loved so much. It was lemon-lime.
"Mmm..." he moaned pleasurably as he felt his penis getting warmer and starting to swell slightly. He opened his eyes and saw Rainshine smirking at him. "What?" he asked defensively. "Gummiworms are facking delicious."
"Oh, I know," she agreed wholeheartedly. "You're just so cute, ya know?" She hugged him around the shoulders and kissed his cheek. He returned the hug and nuzzled her neck affectionately with his muzzle, then licked her nose. "Hey!" she squealed, quickly wiping off his saliva.
Adrien fell backward onto the bed, stretching and once again getting comfortable.
"Rainy, can I have another gummiworm?" he asked innocently.
"Of course," she said, smirking again. She pulled another gummiworm from the bag, letting him see it this time. It was a red and white one, which he consumed as quickly as the first. One by one, Rainshine fed him the gummiworms until the package was empty.
Once the candy was gone, the male aardwolf was instructed to lay on his stomach so that his female companion could give him a massage. He happily obeyed and rolled over, resting his head on his arms and closing his eyes. Rainshine started by petting his fur down from his neck to his lower back, as if he were a large cat. He made a soft murring sound of pleasure and began to thump his tail against the bed in rhythm with the music, which was still playing.
"You like that?" she asked sweetly, although she already knew the answer.
"Mhmm," he moaned happily from beneath her as she rubbed his shoulders and neck, just as she had when he was in the tub. His penis was slightly more swelled than it had been before, the tip of it poking out of his sheath a bit.
She continued to stroke him in this manner until he was half asleep, then leaned close to his ear and said, "I'm going out for a bit. You stay here and keep relaxing, and I'll be back soon."
He nodded and hugged one of the pillows sleepily, a huge smile still across his face from the stroking.
"And remember," she said, "no masturbating."
Rainshine left the hotel room then, turning off the light on her way out (she and Adrien preferred dim lights) and locking the door again.
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About an hour later, when the aardwolfess returned to the room, the music was playing a bit louder than before, several more bags of gummi candies had been found in her backpack and devoured, and a sleepy male aardwolf was lying across the bed, surrounded by plush animals. She couldn't help smiling at the cuteness of him, and she went over and sat beside him once again.
"Hey," she said. "I'm back. How're you feeling?"
He turned his head to look at her with one shiny green eye and said with a grin, "I feel great."
"How's your penis doing?" the female inquired with a smirk.
Adrien rolled over on his back to expose his almost-full semi-erection. Rainshine resisted the urge to stroke it and turned back toward his face.
"No masturbating, right?" she asked to make sure. Since they were the same person, they both knew that if he lied, she would be able to read it on his face, so she was certain she'd get an honest answer.
"It was hard," he said with a wink, "but I managed to keep my hands off."
"Good boy," she said. "Now let's play a new game."
"Oh?" His green eyes sparkled with excitement. "What's this game?"
"Now let's see how long you can resist pawwing while I give you indirect stimulation." Adrien began to drool a bit.
"Okay," he said, his fetish evident in his eagerness to be teased. "Go for it."
She kissed him gently, then pulled away from his face and began to stroke his chest and belly. His tail thumped happily on the bed as his arousal grew. Rainshine's stroking went gradually lower and lower on Adrien's body until she was almost touching his sheath. She tickled all around it and then ran her hands down to his inner thighs and stroked there for a while. His penis was steadily getting harder and harder from the excitement, and he wanted so badly to stroke it, but he didn't. It would be less fun that way, he though. He would much rather be teased by Rainshine than to just masturbate himself. She gently tickled his balls for a few seconds before moving back up to his chest to play with his nipples. He sighed and giggled slightly at the tickling, then practically melted into the sheets with a murr.
"That feels so good," he moaned.
"I know," she said with a wink. Then she backed away from him and began removing her own clothing. Adrien's ears perked up at this new development, and his penis twitched excitedly.
Rainshine cupped her own breasts and began to gently massage them. She then lowered one hand to her crotch and began to rub her clit. Because of the telepathic bond between the two aardwolves, Adrien felt it too, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned with pleasure. However, because this stimulation was only mental and not physical, he wouldn't orgasm, even if Rainshine did. The male again found himself reaching toward his genitals, the urge to masturbate very strong, but this time he stopped himself. He wanted to savor whatever Rainshine had planned for him. He forced himself to keep his hands off and continued to pant and moan and squeak along with his female counterpart as she masturbated for both of them.
When she had almost reached climax, she stopped and sat still for a moment. Then she leaned forward and put her head between the male's legs. She could feel his heart racing as he guessed what she was up to. Licking her lips, she lowered them onto the very tip of his penis, gently sucking it for about two seconds before moving away again. He murred and squeaked as his penis throbbed. Rainshine suppressed a giggle. She had felt the same thing he felt and understood his burning desire to paw, but she wasn't going to let him give in just yet. She had one more fun thing planned first.
"Alright," she said. "I want to try something." Adrien watched her expectantly, his green eyes shining as he awaited her explanation.
"What is it?"
The female lay back and spread her legs. "I want you to lick me until I orgasm," she said. "That should be fun for you as well."
Adrien bounced up from his lying-down position and quickly placed himself between his companion's legs, saying "Oh yes! Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes!" His tail was wagging so uncontrollably they were surprised he didn't fall over. Rainshine giggled and winked at him seductively.
"Okay, sexy. Get to licking."
Adrien leaned in close to the female's genitals and inhaled the delicious scent.
"Mmm..." He grinned as he extended his tongue and gently licked the tip of her clitoris. This produced a loud murr from Rainshine and an explosion of warmth at the tip of Adrien's penis. He moaned and continued to lick and suckle at the delicate organ of his female counterpart with his rough, sticky aardwolf tongue. She continued to moan and squeak at every tongue flick and to purr whenever he lapped at her vagina. When she finally orgasmed, the explosion of pleasure caused them both to moan loudly, although Adrien did not climax with her because of the lack of physical satisfaction. Rainshine collapsed on the bed and lay there panting and giggling while Adrien struggled to keep from pawwing. He was so close and just needed some direct stimulation to complete it.
Rainshine, noticing his dilemma, reached over and patted him on the leg.
"Well done," she said. "I'm surprised you lasted so long. Go ahead and masturbate now if you want."
Adrien could hardly contain his happiness. He wiggled and wagged his tail as he found a comfortable position to settle into to do his thing.
First, he teased himself just a bit more by scratching gently at the base of his sheath and stroking his belly up to his chest, then back down again. He stroked up the length of his penis to its tip and massaged it with his thumb while his other fingers wrapped around the shaft. With his other hand, he stroked down from his chest to his balls and cupped the small, squishy things in his palm for a moment before beginning to tickle them with his fingers. He did this for about thirty seconds before finally just grabbing hold of his manhood and jacking off the good old fashioned way.
His ejaculation was glorious. It was the most cum he'd ever produced at once, and he and Rainshine both found themselves taking pride in it. Together, they licked it up and cleaned most of it off the bedspread, and then they lay down together "spooning" style and cuddled each other to sleep, each dreaming of unicorns, gummiworms, and daffodils in the spring. | FSE |
Title: Frat Boy Gang Bang
Tags: curious, bisexual, gay, creampie, cuckold
I could see the sun slowly rising outside my bedroom window. I was tied to a chair as a chain of men had their way with my wife while I watched. It was her fantasy and my punishment for an eight month long affair.
She had been fucking bareback off and on all night and I could see cum overflowing from her pussy as she lay on our bed with her legs spread wide.
"Jim and Kenny untie my cheating pig of a husband and bring him over to the bed," she directed the two well built young men who had just finished double teaming her.
Kenny walked over first. His long flaccid cock swung from side with thick cream dripping from the head. It hung six full inches flaccid, but he was a shower not a grower. I noticed those things.
He stepped in front of me and then knelt on the arms of the chair bringing his soft cum covered dick up to face level.
"Your wife tells me you like cock," he said as he stared down at me. He was mocking me because he knew my secret. They all knew my secret. Clearly it wasn't a secret anymore.
Jenny continued to lie on the bed with fresh cum dripping from her well fucked hole as she watched Kenny mock me. She was on her back to save the cum for me. It was more of my punishment for my crime against her and our marriage but was it really punishment.
I had cheated with a younger open minded woman. We had a long passionate affair filled with hot sex and wicked experimentation but when I ended the affair she called my wife. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Jenny took me back because she loved me and we both felt the marriage was worth saving but it had been six months and she was having trouble moving forward.
Things had come to a head a month earlier when I came home from work and Jenny was on my computer looking through my files. A lump filled my throat as she brought up a video.
She had found my secret porn file. On the monitor a man knelt in front of a curvy blonde with nice fake tits and a massive hard cock.
"Does this turn you on?" She asked angrily as the guy on the screen sucked enthusiastically on the transsexual's huge cock. "Or how about this?" She opened another video and two men and a pretty brunette popped up on the screen. One guy fucked the girl as he sucked the other guy's dick.
"Is this what you did with that slut?" Jenny yelled. "Are you gay? Do you like to suck dick?"
"No," I said meekly.
"No what?" she asked tersely.
"No, Holly and I never did that," I answered honestly.
"Well this explains why you like to lick my pussy after you fuck me. You didn't answer my other question. Are you gay," she said softly. Her anger was dissipating and she suddenly seemed scared of my answer.
"No Jenny, I am not gay." I took a deep breath and decided to lay all my cards on the table. "When Holly and I were together we talked a lot about our fantasies. She was openly bisexual and wanted a threesome with another woman. She not only wanted to be with another woman. She also wanted to watch me with another woman. We talked about it but never did anything before I ended the affair." I paused.
"What does that have to do with you looking at gay porn," Jenny asked softly.
"Well, our talking about a threesome led to her telling me she also fantasized about having a different kind of threesome. She not only wanted to watch me with another woman. She wanted to watch me suck a guy's dick. I told her I was straight and that didn't appeal to me, but the truth is somewhere deep inside me some switch flicked on. The more we talked about it the more intrigued I became. I started fantasizing about it a lot."
"So you are bisexual?" Jenny asked tentatively.
"Maybe, I am really not sure since I haven't done anything with a guy. I guess you could call me bicurious. It has played a big part in my fantasies ever since and I masturbate to movies like that a lot," I said gesturing to the computer.
"So guys sucking other guys gets you hot?" She asked. She was no longer angry and she seemed less tentative.
"Kind of, yes, but it can't be just two guys doing it. There has to be a woman there too." We were having a very normal conversation about a not normal subject and it was surreal.
"Are you attracted to men?" My wife asked. She was clearly intrigued by the subject.
"No," I answered honestly, "I am intrigued and turned on by the act but I am honestly not attracted to men at all."
"So when you fantasize are you the person sucking or the one being sucked?" Jenny had begun to smile.
"I am the one sucking," I answered.
"That's kind of hot. I think I'd like to see that," she said with a devilish grin. "Is there anything else you fantasize about? Are you just sucking dick or do you want to get fucked in the ass too?"
"The idea of getting fucked is interesting," I answered, "I love the idea of being fucked by you with a strap on, but I am not sure about getting fucked by a guy."
"I think I'd like to see that too," she said playfully. "And the other part, me fucking you, well that I can and will do." Jenny paused and looked at the computer for a moment. "What's your favorite video piggy?" she asked. We had role played with BDSM before and when we did she liked to call me her little piggy. Her calling me piggy signaled me that she wanted to play. It was an interesting turn.
I moved in front of her and quickly found a file. I opened it and watched as a guy and pretty blonde girl were in the 69 position as another guy with a freakishly long dick alternated between fucking the girl doggy style and pushing his dick into the other guy's mouth.
"Take your clothes off piggy and jerk your cock," Jenny ordered. "I want to watch my bicurious husband jerk off while he watches gay porn."
I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and unzipped my pants. My hard cock sprung from my boxer briefs as I dropped them and my pants to the floor. I stepped out of my pants and wrapped my right hand around my stiff shaft. My eyes were glued to the screen as the guy continued to alternate between fucking the shaved pussy of the blonde and the mouth of the guy.
"You like watching him suck that dick don't you piggy," Jenny said as she walked over to her night stand.
"Yes mistress," I replied quickly.
"You wish it was you on the bottom don't you piggy?"
"Oh god yes," I hissed. I could feel my cum boiling as I stroked my cock and watched the video. I had seen the video dozens of times and I knew what was coming. I had downloaded it from a good torrent site and unlike mainstream porn this one had a great creampie.
"Don't you cum yet piggy," my sexy wife ordered. "Bend over." She pushed me forward onto my hands and knees facing the computer and poured lube over my ass.
On the computer the guy came inside the starlet's pussy and she rose up and fed her cum filled snatch to the guy below her.
"You wish that was you don't you piggy? You want to swallow some guy's load from my pussy don't you piggy?" Jenny asked excitedly. She had gone from being angry and nervous that I was gay to being excited about watching her bicurious husband suck a hard dick in less than an hour.
"Yes mistress," I panted, "I want to lick another man's cum from your delicious pussy." I was hot, hard and I needed to cum. When I got that way I loved kink. The dirtier and kinkier the better.
"Would you like him to cum in your mouth little piggy," she asked as she rubbed her vibrator over my tight puckered asshole.
"Oh yes mistress. I would love that," I moaned excitedly.
Jenny pushed the lubricated plastic vibrator into my ass making me groan from the combination of pain and pleasure.
On the screen in front of me the guy on bottom had finished sucking cum from the girl's pussy. He opened his mouth wide as the camera zoomed in to show the thick white cream in his mouth before he swallowed it all.
Jenny sank her vibrator deep inside my ass and started to fuck me hard. I moaned with humiliating pleasure as my wife fucked my ass.
"You wish this was a real cock don't you piggy?" she chided as she fucked my ass hard and fast. "You wish that guy from the video was fucking your ass right? Just admit it piggy."
"Yes mistress," I panted. "I wish his hot cock was deep inside me." I needed to cum. My cock was so hard it hurt.
"Leave it in your ass," she said as she rolled me onto my back and mounted my hard cock.
Jenny rubbed her hard clit with her fingers as she bounced on my stiff dick. Her chest heaved as her climax approached. Her legs quivered and her breathing became labored as the first wave of pleasure coursed through her body.
Her climax pushed me over the edge and I unloaded buckets of hot cum inside Jenny's spasming pussy as the vibrator pulsated deep inside me.
"Don't move little piggy," she ordered as she climbed off my spent dick and straddled my face. She lowered her cum filled pussy onto my mouth. "Drink it all my cum loving pet."
I opened my mouth wide as gravity drained the creamy goo into my mouth. I swallowed my seed and then licked my sexy wife to another thunderous climax.
My cock was spent. I was exhausted. My face was covered with the combination of cum and pussy juice. I wanted more and Jenny knew it.
"You liked that didn't you my pet?" She asked playfully.
"Yes I did baby," I replied happily. The weight of my secret had been lifted and Jenny was not only okay with it, she was excited by it.
"You want more don't you baby?" Jenny queried.
"Mmmm, yes." I answered honestly.
"You know what may help me get over your affair?" she asked softly.
"What?" I answered tentatively. I had an idea where she was going and it simultaneously frightened and excited me.
"Fucking another man," she said. "Would you like to watch another man fuck me?"
"Yes," I said hesitantly. "I think I would."
We talked long into the night about the possibilities. She confessed that she often fantasized about being fucked by more than one man but she also told me that she had no interest in other women.
"You may be bi baby, but I am strictly straight. I have had my opportunities but that does nothing for me." She told me.
"What opportunities?" I asked. It was the first time in our 20 plus years together that I had ever heard of her opportunities.
"Twice," she said proudly. "The first was with my roommate in college."
"Which one?" I asked.
"Trish, she was such a slut and she went both ways. One night we went to Blarney's and she some how didn't hook up. We were both really drunk and she was horny. She started getting flirty and I was so drunk I flirted back. She kissed me and I froze up. I was a little curious back then and Trish was hot but when she kissed me I knew I wasn't into it."
"What was the second opportunity?" I asked. It was my turn to dig.
"That one was years later. Remember when I went to New York to visit Janice at NYU?"
"Yeah, she lived in that little closet of an apartment," I reminisced.
"Yeah, her roommate, Carrie was gay. She and Jan had a thing but they weren't exclusive since Jan was basically straight. Jan hooked up with some guy from one of her art classes and Carrie and I went back to the apartment. The funny thing was that she was really butch but I was more tempted by her than Trish. I think it was her personality"
"Her personality huh," I mused.
"I did see her naked," she teased. "She had pierced nipples and a pierced pussy."
"But nothing happened?" I asked skeptically.
"Nope, we were engaged at the time and I wouldn't cheat." It was a well deserved jibe at me and I let it pass.
"So if we weren't would you have done it?" I asked.
"Maybe, I was definitely interested back then, but it does nothing for me now."
I was satisfied with that answer and we were both exhausted so we kissed goodnight, rolled over and went to sleep.
Over the next several weeks Jenny and I talked a lot about new found mutual interest. Jenny would text message me telling me she couldn't wait to see me on my knees. She would send me emails telling me she was looking forward to having me watch her get fucked and then cleaning out her cum filled pussy.
One night a few weeks after our discovery Jenny came home from a night out with some friends. She was drunk and horny when she climbed into bed. Her hand on my cock had me hard in no time at all and she aggressively mounted me the moment I was ready. Her pussy was warm and wet. Very wet. It was wetter than ever before as she bounced hard on my dick until I spilled my seed inside her. She climbed off my spent rod and straddled my face with her dripping pussy.
"You're doing it baby," she panted as I began lapping cum from her just fucked pussy. "You're eating another man's cum."
I thought she was role-playing at first but as more and more cum spilled into my mouth I knew it was true. I moaned into her grotto as my 40 year old cock came back to life.
I licked my sexy wife until she came hard then I mounted her from behind and fucked her again. I turned her over and fucked her like a man possessed until I pulled out and blasted a load of thick white cum on her tits.
"Lick them clean cum lover," she directed as she guided my mouth to her cum glazed tits. I licked and sucked her tits until she passed out. I rolled over and replayed the entire scene in my mind over and over until I finally fell asleep.
The next morning Jenny told me about her girl's night out. Janice, who was newly divorced and going through her crazy period suggested they go to a local college bar. Several guys from a fraternity were there and both Jenny and Janice went back to the frat house. They both got laid and Janice, who was semi sober, drove them home.
Jenny went on to tell me that she told the guy who fucked her (she thought his name was John but she wasn't sure) that her fantasy was to be gangbanged by a bunch of hot young frat boys while her husband watched. Not surprisingly he said he could make that come true. She had gotten his number which was saved in her phone under the name Jay.
"Expect a surprise soon baby," she said coyly as she left for work.
Several days passed and nothing happened. I pestered Jenny for an update and her only response was for me to be patient.
A week went by and still nothing happened. I was told not to worry it would happen when I least expected it.
Weeks later I walked in the door on Friday after a brutally busy week at work. It was 8:00pm and seven young men ages 18 to 22 sat in the family room of my house with my wife
"Oh good your home," Jenny said playfully, "happy birthday baby." She told two of them, Kyle and Jacob, to take me upstairs, get me undressed and strap me to the chair in the bedroom.
My arms were strapped tightly to the computer chair with thick leather straps. Jenny entered the room still dressed.
"I hope you enjoy this as much as I am sure I will," she teased. She held a black leather studded cock ring in her left hand and she wrapped her right hand around my semi-erect dick. She parted her lips and her mouth engulfed my cockhead. She sucked and slurped as my cock rose in her mouth until it was at full attention. She snapped the cock ring around the base of my shaft then stood and walked out of the room.
Jenny walked back into the room with two well built young men.
"Baby, this is Jay," she said as she ran her hands over his chest. She pulled the tight tee shirt over his head to reveal his muscular defined pecs and tight rippled abs. "He's the one who fucked me the other night so he gets to go first. Unfortunately for you he is straight so you won't get to wrap your virgin lips around his cock," she teased.
I watched helplessly as they kissed deeply while Jenny unfastened Jay's jeans. His pants and boxers fell to the floor letting his stiff 20 year old dick spring free.
My wife pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped her shorts and panties in a pile at her feet. She got on her hands and knees as the frat boy climbed behind her. He rubbed his thick six inch dick over her wet swollen pussy lips as the other guy quickly undressed and joined them on the bed. He knelt in front of my wife and offered her his long thin dick.
"Baby, this is Jon," she said as she held his dick in her small hand. She licked precum from his bulbous cockhead. "Mmm, he tastes delicious but he doesn't swing your way so you won't get to taste his sweet cock."
I ached to touch her and I yearned to touch my cock and make it explode but my hands were bound so I watched as Jay fucked my wife hard. He had incredible stamina and sweat covered their bodies as he thrust hard and fast into her liquid core. Her body shook as she climaxed and a part of me cried. She had never come without me rubbing her clit but she came hard from his just cock.
Jay turned her over onto her back and put her legs over his shoulders. He continued to fuck my wife hard and fast as his friend kissed her deeply.
Forty five minutes past as they fucked and Jenny came three more times while I watched. Jay came inside my wife and his friend Jon quickly climbed onboard. He fucked Jenny furiously for twenty-five minutes before he deposited his juice inside her.
Jenny lay on the bed and waited for another frat boy to take his place. She was exhausted and disheveled but ready for more.
A light skinned black guy walked in next. He was already naked and his body was a specimen in human fitness. A layer of light brown skin was wrapped tightly over his bulging rippled muscles and his hard thick cock jutted proudly from his tight body.
"Baby, this is Malcolm. He admitted to me earlier that he is a little curious so you might get to suck his dick but I get him first," my sexy wife teased. She spread her legs wide as the muscular black stud climbed between them and sank his dick into her sloppy cum filled cunt.
Malcolm fucked my wife hard and fast in missionary position. He put her legs on his broad muscular shoulders and thrust his big cock into her and the sound of slapping flesh filled the room.
Jenny rolled onto her belly carefully so the cum stayed inside her pussy, Malcolm fucked her furiously from behind until my wife came hard around his thick black cock. He fucked her hard for almost an hour in every position imaginable before he shot his load in her sloppy pussy.
Malcolm pulled his spent dick from my wife's sloppy hole and walked over to me. "Do you want some of this?" he asked as he waived his cum coated cock inches from my face.
I couldn't take my eyes off his thick meat. It was slightly darker than his body with a big thick head from which remnants of his climax dripped wastefully to the floor.
"Yes," I said softly as my own cock twitched with excitement.
"Clean me off first," he said as he moved closer. "If you get me hard again you can finish me off."
I looked over at my wife. Her face was glazed with lust as she watched my indecision. I had fantasized about that moment but when faced with the reality of sucking a man's cock I was conflicted. I wanted to feel his meat in my mouth. I wanted to feel it grow hard and throb with life. I wanted to make it cum and spit thick hot cream into my mouth. I wanted to swallow his cum and feel it slide down my throat. I wanted all of those things, but those desires frightened me.
"Do it baby," my wife encouraged as she saw my struggle.
I slowly leaned forward and opened my mouth. I could smell the sweet scent of Jenny's pussy on his cock before my mouth engulfed his thick flaccid dick. His meat tasted surprisingly sweet and I swirled my tongue around it as I savored the taste of the combined juices.
"You are doing it baby," Jenny encouraged as she watched me suck my first cock.
I could feel his dick begin to grow in my mouth and it filled me with pride knowing that I could get him hard so soon after he had fucked my wife.
His dick grew to its full seven inches as I enthusiastically sucked on it.
My head bobbed slowly over his hard cock as I savored the feel and taste of his meat. The soft ridges and veins softly caressed my lips as his hard rod slid in and out of my mouth.
"Is it everything you imagined," my wife asked as she continued to watch me give head.
"Mmmm, yes," I moaned around his thick shaft. Saliva spilled from the corners of my mouth as I noisily slurped and sucked on seven inches of thick black cock.
It had been over an hour since Malcolm had entered the room. He had cum once inside my wife's pussy after fucking her hard and I had spent the last 15 minutes with his dick in my mouth.
His breathing became labored as he thrust his dick down my throat. I longed to wrap my hand around his saliva coated shaft and stroke it as I sucked on the thick bulbous head but my hands were tied.
Malcolm sensed my dilemma and stroked his hard shaft as I sucked his head. His climax approached and I tensed in anticipation. He groaned loudly as his cock started to spit in my mouth.
His cream was salty yet sweet and I held it in my mouth and savored his essence.
"Oh god," my wife shuddered as she watched Malcolm cum in my mouth. A small climax shook her body without physical contact. It was another first.
Malcolm left the room almost an hour and a half after he had walked in. He came twice and gave me my first experience sucking cock. Two minutes later Kyle and Jacob walked in together with a few beers for the three of them. They relaxed and drank as my wife recovered from the first half of her gangbang. Jenny was still on her back idly fingering her cum filled pussy as she finished her drink.
It was after midnight when the two guys shed their clothes and joined my wife on the bed. Kyle was a heavy set guy with a solid build. He was much hairier than I like and I was relieved when Jenny told me he was straight and his only contribution to my fetish would be to deposit his cum inside her.
Kyle fucked my wife hard and fast, doggy style as she sucked Jacobs's hard knob. Kyle came fast, long before she had a chance to climax. He quickly gathered his clothes and scurried out of the room as Jacob moved behind Jenny's delicious ass.
"Oh god, her pussy feels incredible," Jacob said as his long thin rod splashed into her cum filled hole.
"Jake, are you going to be a sweetie and give my hubby a taste of your delicious cock," Jenny asked him as he fucked her hard.
"I, I don't know," he stammered. He was clearly on the fence but she didn't push the issue.
Jacob fucked my wife to two leg quivering climaxes in several positions before cumming inside her sloppy wet cunt. He was a screamer when he came but he left quickly and silently over an hour after he and Kyle first took their turn on the bed with my wife.
Jim and Kenny came in next. It was almost 2:00am. They were both already naked and they looked like twins. They were in fact brothers but they were a year apart. Jim was the older brother and at 22 he was the oldest frat boy there. Their hairless bodies were slender and toned with strong shoulders like those of Olympic swimmers.
They were surprisingly comfortable with each other and I was shocked when Kenny grabbed his brother's dick and guided it into my wife's pussy.
Jim started fucking Jenny doggy style with slow languid strokes as his brother slithered beneath them and licked her engorged clit. I could see his tongue lick his brother's cock as it thrust into my wife's pussy.
Jenny came hard; over and over as the brothers double teamed her. They switched positions and Jim licked her pussy while Kenny fucked her doggy style.
Kenny pulled his dick out of my wife's pussy and fed it to his brother as Jenny climbed onto Jim's cock and rode it to another climax. They both fucked her for hours in countless positions and they both came twice inside her pussy.
The sun was rising when Kenny slid his cum covered spent dick into my mouth. I cleaned the cream from his hairless dick and then did the same to his brothers before they untied me and helped me to the bed. I was disappointed that the hadn't saved some cock for me but I was anxious to eat nine loads of cum from her hot cunt. I lay on my back as Jenny straddled my head.
"Feeding time baby," she said as she lowered her cum filled pussy to my waiting mouth.
I opened my mouth and gravity started to drain the thick creamy goo into it. Cum filled my mouth and I swallowed it as Jenny ground her gaping pussy against my face. I gulped down mouth full after mouth full of thick warm cum from my wife's delicious pussy.
My face was covered with a thick glaze of cum and pussy juice by the time Jenny's pussy had drained. I continued to lick her swollen lips and hard clit until she came again.
I felt lips on my hard dick as Jenny continued to sit on my face. The cock ring was unsnapped and my cock exploded into the stranger's mouth.
Jenny climbed off my face and lay beside me.
"Did you enjoy your surprise?" She asked.
"Oh god yes," I hissed, "but who blew me?"
"That was Jacob. I guess he's more of a bottom like you. Speaking of which, I have two more surprises." She said as two naked men walked into the room. "This is Tom, and that specimen is Logan."
They were both about 30 and good looking. Tom was the shorter of the two with a nice body, a goatee and a cut six inch dick. Logan was completely shaved, tan and muscular with a huge eight inch cock.
"They are here just for your pleasure," Jenny said with a smile. "Get on your hands and knees my little piggy."
Tom moved behind me and slathered lube over my tight virgin asshole as Logan positioned his magnificent body in front of my face.
My eyes traveled over his body soaking it in as I wrapped my right hand around his long thick dick.
Tom eased two fingers into my ass. He pumped them slowly in and out stretching my tight sphincter and preparing it for his cock. I could feel the warmth from the friction as he added a third finger to his anal assault.
I wrapped my lips around Logan's hard meat and sucked hard on the huge head. I slowly stroked his hard shaft and slurped on his precum covered tip as Tom finger fucked my ass.
Tom poured lube over his cock and then poured more on my ready ass.
"He's gonna fuck your ass piggy," Jenny panted. I couldn't see her but from the sounds I surmised that at least one of the frat boys was fucking her again.
I felt Tom rub his cock across my slick ready asshole. I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me.
He slowly pushed his hips forward and six inches of man meat filled my ass. The pain was bearable, the pleasure was unimaginable.
"Oh yes," I moaned around Logan's magnificent cock.
Tom fucked my ass with long leisurely strokes as I got used to his dick in my ass.
I stroked and sucked Logan's beautiful dick as Tom fucked me and my 40 year old dick sprung back to life.
Tom sensed I needed it hard. He grabbed my hips and thrust his cock hard and fast into my ass. His dick stroked my prostate with each thrust and I had difficulty concentrating of blowing Logan's hard cock.
Harder and faster he fucked my ass. His breathing became labored and I felt my own climax fast approaching.
I came first, depositing my man juice onto the sheets. Tom continued to thrust into my ass until he spilled his seed deep inside my ass with a loud groan. He left his cock inside me and stroked my back as I took Logan's cock back into my mouth.
I slurped and sucked on his cock as I stroked his granite shaft. Saliva covered his cock. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and forced his dick down my throat. His enormous dick filled my throat as I attempted to take his entire cock inside me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I gagged on his hard dick.
Logan's hands caressed my head as it bobbed over his stiff rod.
"I'm almost there," he moaned as I furiously pumped his dick and sucked hard on the head.
"Just like that," he groaned as his cock started to spit. I gulped his cum as it painted the back of my throat.
I sucked the cream from his prick as Tom's flaccid cock slipped from my ass. I collapsed on the bed as my wife snuggled beside me. We had fucked the night away but not with each other and we both knew we could never go back to our heterosexual monogamous ways.
"What are we doing next week," she asked playfully.
"Maybe the frat boys know some sorority girls who can help you join me in bisexual heaven," I teased.
Jenny hesitated, "I don't think so."
"How about an orgy," I mused.
"Maybe. Get some sleep." | literotica |
Title: Alan's Story(Chapter 2) Second Part of First Day... by Xiuh
Tags: Fox, M/M, No-Yiff, Wolf, humility
After seventh hour was over, I walked outside and looked around for my mom's car. When I found it I walked over to it and gestured for her to roll down her window. She rolled it down and said, "What?"
"Where's Travis?" I asked.
"He's going out with some friends tonight," she said, "Why?"
"No reason," I said, "I've got a friend that's coming over tonight, if that's alright with you."
She beamed at me and said, "Yes, that's perfectly fine."
I turned around and started looking for him. When I saw him I waved and he waved back, a smile on his face and he started heading towards me. A wolf tripped him and his group of friends all laughed as Nathan fell face first. I growled, feel oddly angry at the wolf, and dropped my backpack. I walked over to the wolf and pushed him hard. "Leave him alone," I said.
I turned and helped Nathan up, watching as he wiped tears out of his eyes and held his sleeve to his nose. The wolf said, "Oh yeah, sorry I pushed your boyfriend."
"Not my boyfriend," I growled, "but you might want to apologize to him anyways."
"Oh?" he said, "Why's that?"
"Because I'm more than capable of rearranging your face and enjoying it than you may think," I said, cracking a knuckle.
The wolf dropped his backpack and took off his jacket, holding his arms out to the side he said, "Why don't you try me?"
I pushed Nathan behind me gently and balled one of my fists. I didn't like fighting, for all of my life I'd never been in a fight, but that had all changed and just because of Nathan. The change is the reason I didn't hesitate in slamming my fist into the wolf's face hard enough that he fell backwards. I knelt down and gripped the collar of his shirt. He was obviously stunned.
"Apologize," I growled softly, drawing my fist back again.
He whimpered instantly and closed his eyes, "I'm sorry." He spat.
"You're sorry who?" I asked.
"I'm sorry Nathan," he said.
"For what?" I asked.
"For tripping you." He growled.
"That's better," I said, patting his cheek. I stood up and put a paw on Nathan's shoulders, leading him away. As an afterthought, I turned back and said, "You look better on the bottom, by the way."
That brought howls of laughter from the gathered crowd as I lead Nathan to my mother's car. He got in the backseat and I got in the front and my mom looked at me. "What was that all about?"
"Nothing," I scowled, looking out the window at the crowds of teenagers waiting for buses or for parents, "I've just been here for one day and I'm already sick of people picking on Nathan."
"Why are they picking on him?" she asked as she started the car.
I looked back at Nathan and he looked down with a blush, scratching his wrist idly. "Because I'm gay," he admitted softly.
"Oh well that's horrible," she growled, starting to drive.
His ears flattened to his head and my mom noticed, "Oh no, not you being gay hun, the students picking on you, that's horrible."
"It's not just students," I said, "the teachers do it too."
"That's really horrible, why haven't you reported it to the school board?" she asked him, looking at him in the mirror.
"We have, but the day that the inspector came everyone was all nice." He said, looking down. "I didn't realize she was there and the next day when I tried to sit with people they just pushed me away."
I looked back at him and reached back, I took his paw into mine and squeezed it, "Don't worry," I told him, "I'm not gonna do that to ya."
"I know you won't," Nathan said, squeezing my paw right back. I grinned and turned back to look out the windshield and my mom gave me a look.
"What?" I asked her.
"Nothing," she said, amusement heavy in her voice, "Nothing at all."
I glared at her but turned back to Nathan, "What are we going to do first when we get to my house?" I asked him.
"I'd say calc since it's what you're having the most trouble with." He told me with a grin.
"Alrighty then," I said. The rest of the ride was silent except for the radio and when we got home I got out of the car. Nathan followed me inside and said, "So, where are we going to work."
"Upstairs in my room," I told him, leading him upstairs.
"Do I need to initiate the "no closed doors" policy?" My mom asked with a taunting grin.
"Ummm..." I said, "No?"
"Alright," she said, that tone of amusement still in her voice. "Do you two want anything to eat? I've got pizza bagels."
"You want anything Nathan?" I asked him.
"Sure," he said with a smile.
I turned and nodded at my mom, "Sounds great mom."
She grinned and said, "I bought soda too, if you guys want any of that."
"Soda?" I asked Nathan.
"What kind do you have?" he said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes and said, "You just have to make this difficult for me. What kind?" The last part was yelled to my mom.
"Pepsi and Dr. Pepper." She said.
"Dr. Pepper." Nathan said instantly, "Definitely Dr. Pepper."
I grinned and walked downstairs. I got two Dr. Peppers out of the case and then grinned at my mom, "ETA on the pizza bagels?"
"Four maybe five minutes," she said.
Just then the door slammed open and Travis stormed into the house, throwing his backpack on the couch. My mom smiled and said, "Hey Travis, I thought you were going out with friends."
"I WAS going out with friends, until Alan decided he wanted to be friends with that stupid faggot," Travis snapped at me.
"Language!" my mother said.
"Hey," I said, talking over her, "Don't blame me because you're friends with some of the most shallow fuckers I've ever met."
"Language!" my mother shouted.
"I'll blame you for coming into school and successfully murdering my social life!" Travis shouted right back.
That's when Nathan ran out the door, the door barely closing behind him. I growled, put the Dr. Peppers down and pushed Travis as I past him. "Good job you dick," I told him.
I opened the door and ran after Nathan. I put a paw on his shoulder and stopped him. "What's the matter?" I asked him, turning him towards me.
"You and Travis are fighting because of me," he said, wiping his tears off his face and said, "I don't want that."
I sighed and started leading him back to the house, rubbing his back softly I said, "Don't worry about Travis, he's just being a dick."
When we got back inside my mother was fuming, her face red, turning her normally orange fur ever darker. "Pizza Bagels are on the table," she told me softly. She looked at Nathan and said, "You alright Nathan?"
"Yeah," he said, wiping his eyes again, "I'm fine."
She ruffled his head fur and grinned, "Forget Travis. He doesn't have any decent opinions anyway. His opinion was that he was too old to be spanked."
Nathan's eyes widened and I grinned, "Seriously?"
"Yup," she said, "I never would've thought such a big guy would squeal like that."
Nathan hiccupped and giggled. I grinned as I set his Dr. Pepper down in front of him. He ate four Pizza Bagels and I ate the rest... of the thirty pack.
"Jesus Alan," my mother grumbled, "Gonna eat us out of house and home at this rate."
I blushed but grinned and said, "I'm hungry."
Nathan stared at me, "Where do you put it all," he asked, poking my stomach, "You aren't even full!"
"He's a black hole." My mother said jokingly.
I glared and gripped Nathan's paw, looking at him. He blushed but smiled and said, "What?"
"You're touching me," I told him with a grin.
"I didn't realize it was a crime." He said.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Assumptions make an ass of you and me."
"Language," my mother said sternly, glaring at me. "I thought a military child would know better."
I rolled my eyes and said, "Mom, one of my classes was called Obscenities 101."
Nathan giggled and my mother glared at me. "Go do your homework," she said dismissively, waving her paw at us.
I grinned at Nathan as we walked upstairs, new Dr. Peppers in hand, and we sat on my bed. "So," Nathan said, pulling his physics book out of his satchel, "Pre-Calc."
I sighed and pulled my book out, "I worked on it some during study hall, but I think I got the three or four problems I did wrong."
He checked them over, making small marks here and there, and then passed the book back to me. I looked it over and said, "Oh, ok, I get it."
He smiled and watched as I worked on the rest of it, making small corrections here and pointing out information I missed there. It didn't take as long as I expected it to, and we finished really quickly. "Wow," I said, rubbing the back of my neck as I looked at the clock, "Much faster than I expected. We have three hours before nine. What time do you think your parents will want you home?"
He slammed his paw into his forehead and his paw dove into his pocket, "My parents," he grumbled as he dialed a number in and held the phone to his ear, "I completely forgot."
"Mom!" He said quickly, "Sorry for not calling!" I heard indecipherable garbling from the phone and he held it away from his ear. "Sorry! I know you were worried sick... but... Mom!... I'm at a friend's house!" At that the garbling stopped and I heard one word. "Yes Mom, really... he's new to the school... yes he knows mom... well it's kinda hard not too... ok mom... love you too..." he hung up and rolled his eyes. "Over worried, as usual." He said with a grin.
"What time does she want you home?" I asked.
"She's gonna pick me up at eight thirty," he said.
"You didn't give her the address," I said.
"There's a GPS in my phone Alan," he said with a grin, "She was just about to send cops over here to see what horrible thing was happening to me." He rolled his eyes and said, "Overprotective."
"I can't blame her," I told him, patting his cheek, "Someone might decide to snatch you up, pretty as you are."
Nathan blushed and looked down, "That's happened before." He said.
"You've been kidnapped before?" I asked, my eyes widening a little.
"Before I knew I was gay, when I was eleven." He looked up at me, and, seeing my expression quickly said, "He didn't rape me, the cops came in when he was about to. My mom has been super protective since then."
"What about your dad?" I asked.
"Much, much more protective." Nathan said with a grin, "he treats me like his little girl instead of his son."
"Well," I said, "he has to work with what's he got."
Nathan smiled and then looked down. Hesitantly, he moved his paw over and put it in mine. "Alan," he started hesitantly, "are you gay?"
I looked into his eyes and sighed softly, looking at my lap and pulling my paw slowly away from his, "No Nathan, I'm not. It has nothing to do with you," I told him, "It's just... not the way I am."
He sighed and looked at his lap, "Ok," he said and he started to gather his stuff.
"Where ya goin?" I asked him curiously, tilting my head a bit.
"I was gonna leave," he said. He had a tear in his eye.
I looked at him and sighed. I put a paw on his shoulder and pulled him back down into my arms. I squeezed him tightly and said, "I don't want you to leave Nathan. I want to be your friend. But I'm not like that... and if I am, I'm not sure yet."
"It's not what you did that made me cry," he said with a sigh, "I just got my hopes way to high and was shut down."
"I didn't want shut you down," I said, "and I really didn't want to be a jerk, I just don't want you to get any false ideas. I'm your friend for now, and I might figure something out about myself later, but for now, let's just stick to being friends. Ok?"
He looked at me, and nodded. I squeezed him again and then unwrapped my arms from him. "Now," I said "Let's watch some TV, get your spirits up a bit. Maybe laugh at a few politicians if you're into that sorta thing."
That got him to laugh and I grinned, "There's that smile."
"You're awesome Alan," he said.
I leaned back with a wink and a groan, "I know I am."
He blushed and, hesitantly, moved over and scooted his way under my arm. He was judging my reaction as he moved and I just looked at him and nodded, "Feel free bud, you can snuggle against me if you want. I won't mind."
He smiled and pressed himself tightly against him, putting his head on my chest. From that point on we watched TV. By the time eight thirty came around and his mom came to pick him up he was asleep. I picked him up gently, trying not to wake him, and carried him out to his mom's van. His dad was there too, and he was furious, but when he saw a sleeping Nathan, he sighed.
"So," he said quietly, taking Nathan from my arms, "You're the kid my boy is going to be hanging out with?"
I smiled and said, "Yes sir."
"Well, it's too late for me to give you a full inspection," he said with a glare, "but first time you come over to our house..." he wagged a finger at me and smiled.
"Sir," I said, "I'm not some crack head rapist trying to get into your son's good graces before I rape him. I'm just the new kid who doesn't care that he's gay unlike everyone else."
"Mhmm," he said, turning to climb back into the car, still holding Nathan against his chest.
*'Damn,'* I thought as I looked at him, *'he is pretty cute. I'm not going to be able to stop thinking about him like that now that he mentioned it.'*
I went back inside and closed the door. Then I was assaulted by my mother and her evil grin. "What?" I asked her, glaring.
She shrugged and said, "Are you two?..."
"No!" I said defensively. "I'm not like that..."
She cut me off and smiled softly before stepping up to me. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me softly on the forehead, "I don't care if you're gay, or if you're straight, or anything like that. I just care that you're happy, and if you're happy with Nathan, that's all that matters."
I sighed and burrowed my head into my paws, rubbing my head, "I don't know mom. I think I may want to but there's another part of me that doesn't. I'm still not completely over Alicia."
She smiled and rubbed the top of my head, "Whatever works for you sweetie. That's what matters to me. As long as you don't turn into some insane murderer or a druggie or a rapist, I'm fine."
I smiled at my mother and then yawned deeply. She nodded her head, "Tired, I knew it. Bed!"
"Mom! It's eight thirty-seven!" I said.
"I don't care!" she said sternly, "You're new to being... well, you're new to this. You need to get to bed."
I sighed and said, "Alright."
I hated to prove my mother right, but as soon as I was dressed in my pajamas and my head was on my pillow, I was asleep. Normally, you would think that being new to a horrible disease you would have nightmares about that disease, but my dreams were full of indecision. Should I go gay? And be with Nathan? I liked him, but I had only known him for a day. Was I getting ahead of myself?
But there's also Alicia, the beautiful Vixen I had left behind at the Military Academy, who had broken up with me because she didn't want to have a long distance relationship. We still loved each other, I knew that. I was so confused, and only time would tell which path I would take... but which one is the right one for me?
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Will Alan date Nathan? Or will he choose Alicia? Who IS Alicia? What disease is Alan afflicted by? Only time will tell ;) | FSE |
Title: Friend In Need
Tags: dragon, dragoness, fantasy, m/f, vaginal, heat, scent, love, friendship
The Ash Mountains are basically huge heaps of black, barren rocks. They irregularly tower above the flat Raynosian soils, blocking out the hazy sunlight above.
Cynder whimpered on the edge of a large peak a quarter ways up the steep slope of rock. Her mind was racing with a multitude of thoughts. She wished for the feeling to cease, so that she can move on and rejoin her journeying companion.
Her claws scratched hard on the stone as she felt a stabbing hotness in her loins; she roared out lightly, and then panted as she felt the feeling dissipate slowly.
As Cynder regained a steady breathing pattern, she stretched out her wings, trying to retrieve a normal feeling. Her legs suddenly ached, and she longed to rest. The dulled sunlight radiated off her black scales as she leaped strongly with her legs and soared into the air.
The dusty wind echoed through the mountains as Cynder flew and reflected her current situation to herself.
Like every female dragon does after a season and a half, Cynder had gone into heat. She had already gone through a day of horrible anxiety, although not alone, she had concealed her problem. She was now going through the latter stages of the cycle, which consisted primarily of rises in body temperature and stiffening of her legs but she knew that she would soon face some cramping, coupled with odd, irrational thoughts.
She tried incredibly hard to drown out the worry from her mind, but it was no use. Although Cynder had been in this state many times in her life, this time was much different. Her family had always been with her; her mother especially during these specific periods. But now...
It had only been two weeks since Cynder had to leave her family behind. She had been roaming ever since through the endless flatlands of Raynosia, but certainly not alone...
*Cynder*?
Upon hearing her name, the black dragon swung her wings back and raised her head up. She took an opportunity to scan her surroundings quickly before landing on her hind legs.
*Cynder, are you alright?* The voice rang out again.
*Where are you?* Cynder squinted, gazing ahead, looking for the familiar shade of blue.
Her companion spoke a bit playfully, *Behind you!*
Cynder turned fast, and huffed, kicking slightly at the dirt. She eyed her friend nicely, and he strode up to her.
Torrent was just only slightly older and slightly larger than Cynder was. However, he had a very grand muscle tone, common to males of the Ocean Family variety. His scales shone the color of a vibrant aquamarine, which only increased in intensity as he walked into the odd-toned sunlight.
*You know not to sneak up to me,* Cynder scolded him.
*I apologize,* he said. *I sensed your discomfort. I guess I didn't want to alarm you.*
Cynder cursed herself for allowing Torrent to read her ravaged emotions. The last thing she wanted to do was get him involved.
*Well, it's alright, I really don't mind. I guess I have been a little on-edge lately.*
Torrent came up to her, and spoke to her relaxingly, *Only on-edge? I'm sure I felt you in pain!
No! No, of course not!* Cynder shook her head hastily. Torrent winced as she spoke again, *No, I'm fine! Please don't worry about me, I'm alright, I promise. I just exaggerate things a little...*
Cynder heard Torrent laugh mentally. She held her breath somewhat, to which Torrent spoke, *Cynder, please, don't try to deceive me. You're not very good at it.*
Cynder sighed, *Alright, I won't lie to you, I haven't been myself, but please back off. You won't understand.*
Torrent made as much of a frown as a dragon could make, and spoke more sternly, *Why wouldn't I understand?
Because, I...* she paused, and looked down at the ground. *I've been... Not in pain, but just...*
Torrent was confused at first, but it only took a minute for him to understand. It wasn't what she said that clued him in, or the way she said it. It was her eyes.
*Ah,* he spoke. Cynder looked up at him again. *I understand now. I apologize... I'll leave you now. The last thing I'd-
No,* she interrupted him as he began to turn away from her, and she reached out with her arm and placed her hand on his shoulder. *I want your company, Torrent, it's just... I wanted you to know why I'm the way I am right now.*
He grinned, *That's fine, I understand. Well, at least as much as I can. I see now why you've been awkward towards me lately.
I'm sorry,* Cynder said. *I'll get through this. It's just I've never actually been in this situation with a male as my only companion.*
Torrent's face lightened up again, *Yes, I suppose that must be an odd new feeling. But you don't need to feel uncomfortable with me. I'm happy to help you with anything you need, after all.*
Cynder breathed deeply, *I really appreciate that. I've been feeling a lot worse than usual lately and I'm hoping I'll be back to normal in the morning.*
Torrent looked up into the sky and said deeply, *Well thankfully dusk is arriving. If we fall asleep fast enough, morning will be upon us in no time.*
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It was deep into the night. Torrent lay curled next to two large boulders quietly, but he was not asleep. Through the whole night, he had had one of his deep, blue eyes always looking towards Cynder. The black female was stirring all through the night, constantly whimpering and writhing.
Torrent was genuinely worried for her; they had spent most of the dusk hours flying and speaking to one another, only for Cynder to call it quits and ask for him to rest alone without her.
Cynder began to breathe rapidly as a burning pressure in her sex organs began to build. She laid on her back with her wings outstretched as she held her eyes shut, trying to ignore the cramping that overwhelmed her, but just for a moment. Afterwards, the feeling quickly subsided, and she was left panting on the ground. She peered slightly towards Torrent, whom she had in her thoughts through the entire ordeal. She prayed that the next time he talked to her, it wouldn't be awkward.
Torrent didn't want to see her alone any longer, and he gathered the courage to stand up and walk up to his whimpering companion.
She sat up, seeing his movement from the corner of her eye, *Torrent! You're... You're awake!
Don't stand up,* Torrent told her as she started to roll. Please, Cynder. I can't stand seeing you like this. He laid down on the ground beside her, his head leaning slightly on a stone.
She sniffed, *I... I'm usually not this bad. Not at all. I guess... being away from my family is affecting me in strange ways.
I suppose that's understandable,* Torrent said. *You Black Knights are always about family.*
She chuckled in his mind, *I suppose that's true. But weren't you about family once, too?
No,* he answered. *I was hatched to my Master, remember? You were hatched with your family; your mother, father and siblings. I've never known my family... I've never even met a fellow Ocean Wanderer. All my interactions were with humans and other tamed dragons.
Well, with my family,* Cynder started. *They would always help me when I needed it. When I first became mature, I really relied on the guidance of my elders to show me how to take care of myself. I can't imagine learning these things from a human.*
Torrent shuffled himself backwards, resting his long neck and head against a small soil pile. He curled his wings inward and laid comfortably. *You'd be surprised how intelligent humans really are. They're quite an interesting species... their understanding of how the world and all of us function is very intricate.*
Cynder rolled onto her belly, and crawled up to Torrent. She placed herself over him, and laid so that her head was just beneath his. He held her loosely, and wrapped his wings around her. Her tail felt its way around, eventually meeting his and wrapping around it.
In their embrace, Cynder spoke, *I'm so glad you're here, Torrent. You're so kind, and gentle. And you always seem so understanding... even now, during my time of need. I can't help but wonder whether or not you've done this before.
Before? T*orrent repeated. *This? No. Although I am very aware of your current situation. I've... been in contact with other females whilst they were in heat. But I've never been this close with one.*
Cynder was relieved; she was afraid that the situation would have become much more awkward if Torrent had done this before. She didn't like thinking of him with another dragon.
*I hope you don't mind if I ask, but, Cynder started. Did you ever have a relationship with one of them?
What?
With one of those other females... did you ever do anything?*
Torrent thought he knew what she was trying to ask, but he was unsure if she was truly asking it. *Are you asking me...* he paused. *If I've ever mated before?
Is that alright?* Cynder asked. *I mean, the only things I know about that subject is what my mother had told and shown me. It's something I've wondered about.*
Torrent took a deep breath, *No... No, I've never.
Why not?*
Torrent began to get a little uncomfortable; he shifted his weight a little. *Well that's not... a particular question I'm asked a lot, but... I guess it's just because I feel like it's something that I shouldn't simply do lightly.
Oh?* Cynder looked into his eyes curiously. Despite the fact that she could feel that discomfort began to rise hotly within her again, she simply ignored it. She wanted to hear Torrent speak.
*Perhaps it was because I was a tamed dragon, or perhaps it just goes with my family, but, I just didn't want to. I didn't want to sire children with females I've barely known.
But did that option ever present itself?* Cynder asked quietly.
*Occasionally,* Torrent answered. *I distinctly remember an Emerald, whom in the climax of her heat cycle, literally had me on the ground and nearly forced me to mate with her.*
Cynder blinked, *And?
Well of course I got away. I may be gentle as you say, but I'm not going to submit to something like that.*
Cynder closed her eyes as she felt her sex begin to inflame, but she breathed through it slowly. *But surely her actions would have provoked something from you? Or is what my mother taught me about males completely inaccurate.*
Torrent sighed, *Well as I'm sure you know, when a female reaches the end of her heat cycle her scent will arouse the male. I'm ashamed to admit that I was certainly that. I fought her off a little, and... Are you alright?* Torrent asked her, tensing somewhat as he saw her begin to breathe a little more heavy.
*Yes, I am,* Cynder answered. *I'm starting to get worked up again. Please, just keep talking. It helps me relax.*
Torrent abided, and became calm once more. *I spoke with my Master soon after that.
And what did he have to say?* Cynder asked.
*Ah, well humans have quite a different reaction to sexuality that we do,* Torrent told her. *I came to him, embarrassed, disheartened and somewhat violated. But he just sort of laughed at it...
What? That doesn't seem like a laughing matter! Your Master should have been more understanding!*
Torrent grinned slightly, *That's what I figured as well. When his laughing finally ended he told me a little about humans. Things he didn't deem necessary to share with me when I was very young. He told me how humans interact; how they are capable of very unique things in terms of sexuality. How they most usually mate for pleasure rather than reproduction.
My family told me a bit about that,* Cynder added. *So did your Master give you any useful advice? Or did he just rant about his own species?*
Torrent chuckled, *No, he told me about something that humans do when they're unable to fulfill their sexual desires. He told me about how a male can stimulate themselves.
What?* Cynder asked, she held her head up, but struggled to keep still from the pressure growing inside her from her cycle reaching another climax. *What do you mean stimulate themselves?
It's exactly how it sounds.* Torrent held his own head up as well. *My Master was trying to tell me that it was something I may consider doing because of the condition that the female dragon had left me in.*
Cynder quickly lifted her upper body off of his chest with her arms, so she looked down upon him. She asked, sharply and extremely curiously, *And did you?!*
However, before Torrent could reply Cynder felt a rush to her head. Suddenly, she became overwhelmed with dizziness, and she collapsed back onto her companion, her head now pressed against his chest. She breathed heavily; Torrent quickly got a hold of her wherever he could, and held her deeply as she began to writhe a little.
She had never felt what she was feeling then. It was like her insides were lurching around; not because of something odd within her, but because of an absence of something she desperately needed. Torrent soothed her thoughts gently; she could feel herself begin to succumb to this rapid feeling of *emptiness.*
Cynder's tender, soft pink opening pulsated. Inflammation and sudden sensitivity of the vagina was the final stage of a female's heat cycle. In a way, Cynder was relieved, because it was merely hours before her cycle was complete. However, she now felt very vulnerable in the arms of Torrent; any movement she made could potentially reveal to him her aroused sex, or worse, accidentally have it brush against him.
Cynder had never been through this with a male even remotely present and she was scared; not scared of the situation, but of this new feeling.
Torrent's voice pierced through her worry, *Cynder! Are you-
Yes... yes I'm alright,* she tried desperately hard to curl her legs up so he couldn't look down and see.
*Are you certain? You look-
Torrent,* she said quietly. *You didn't answer that earlier question. Did you? Or did you not?*
He paused. She looked up into his eyes, and he saw them begin to tear. Without moving, he responded, *No. No, I didn't. I couldn't. Such a thing is completely unnatural.*
Cynder kept her gaze locked into his eyes, her vision blurred due to the tears forming. Her heart raced; Torrent seemed almost...
She startled herself contemplating what her thoughts could mean, and she continued to try and shift her legs around, and perhaps even roll her hips, but she felt herself barely skim her own slit, which made her gasp suddenly.
This got Torrent's attention. But as he raised his body upwards, Cynder pushed down with her arms. When his back hit the dirt again, she whispered in his mind.
*Please Torrent... don't move. I'll be okay, I promise.*
Torrent did as she said, but with a nervous look in his eye. She dared not look at him any longer; she simply laid upon him, trying incredibly hard not to think about her predicament any longer.
After a moment, however, Torrent couldn't help but wrap both Cynder and himself tighter with his wings. At first she thought that it was okay, that perhaps he had let it go and decided it best to just keep comfortable. But, she gasped in horror as Torrent quickly and strongly squeezed his wings around her, forcing her down harder onto him.
She felt her legs collapse and lay straight along his own, and she gazed back into his eyes, this time their looks reversed. She silently pleaded with him to stop while he stared through her, gasping when he suddenly felt a hot, moist wetness on his lower belly.
Cynder froze, not daring to make a sound. Torrent made no sound either, but continued to squeeze with his wings. She closed her eyes, trying to expand her wings to get free, but to no avail. As she moved, she suddenly felt a paralyzing shot of intense pleasure when her inflamed vaginal opening brushed against Torrent's scales. She took a deep breath, and Torrent suddenly felt a warm, sticky liquid spill from Cynder onto him.
*Torrent, please!* Cynder finally spoke, shouting into Torrent's mind.
Hearing her plea, Torrent relaxed his wings quickly and allowed her to get free. She pushed herself up above him, and he felt his heart lurch as tears began slowing from Cynder's eyes.
*Cynder, I-
No, it's my fault,* her voice was calm in his mind, but she was panting. *I'm sorry! I shouldn't have gotten so close to you! I knew it was coming, but I did nothing.
Don't blame yourself for something you do naturally,* Torrent insisted. *I shouldn't have trapped you. Please, forgive me.
Oh, Torrent,* Cynder started. *I don't know what to do... I should leave. I'm disgusted by my thoughts, but I don't want to be alone*.
Torrent breathed deeply, *I swear to you, Cynder, I won't do anything like that to you again. I... you looked at me as if... I understand if you'd rather lie somewhere else.*
Cynder's tears dripped onto Torrent's breast as he began sitting up higher.
She spoke again, *But?*
Torrent spoke softly, *But I want you to stay with me, Cynder.
I want to stay with you, too, Torrent,* Cynder laid down slowly again, her head resting on Torrent's chest once more. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her. *My sex is aroused, and it will be this way all night. I doubt I'll be able to sleep in this condition.
Then I will be awake all night as well,* Torrent told her.
Cynder grinned, *Torrent, you have become more than just a companion to me. I'm really glad that you are with me... I just hope that you know that.
I do,* he said. *And you have become more than a companion to me, Cynder. I'm very fortunate to have met you.*
Cynder gasped as she felt more juices escape her sex. She writhed as the warmth drenched her vulva and dripped slowly across her thighs. Torrent felt it spill all over his own thighs, some of it dripping onto his hidden sheath, and he shuddered.
*I'm sorry,* Cynder said in response. *I can't... I'll understand if you're uncomfortable with this.
Cynder, please,* Torrent said soothingly. *I'm neither embarrassed nor uncomfortable with you. I know you can't help it... and I must admit, your warmth is incredible.
Torrent!* Cynder exclaimed teasingly. *Please...*
Torrent grinned, *I'm sorry. But I'm being honest; I don't mind it.*
Cynder's slimy juices continued to be excreted from her pulsating vaginal opening. Torrent simply ignored it; the warm liquid flowing across his crotch and thighs didn't affect him.
However, as Cynder began to relax more, her sex became more exposed to the air. Torrent took a deep breath, but became nervous when he came across a scent. He instantaneously identified it as the hormonal scent of the fluid Cynder was secreting all over him. At first it was slight, but as Cynder panted and became more aroused, the scent became stronger.
*Cynder...* Torrent started. *I...*
He stopped after taking in another incredibly irresistible whiff of Cynder. He became increasingly anxious after realizing that his breathing was quickening.
**I know, Torrent, and I'm sorry,* Cynder thought that Torrent wanted to comment on the abnormal volume of her secreted juices, completely unaware of his current situation. *This has never happened to me before now.*
Torrent breathed heavier still as the scent overwhelmed him. He looked down at Cynder and cursed himself. He put so much thought into her he completely forgot how his own body would react. He needed to let her know what was happening.
Cynder took deep breaths as she felt her juices begin to run out. However, much of it was still dripping subtly down to Torrents own loins, which then passed over his slowly opening sheath. He gasped, feeling the pressure begin to build.
*Cynder...* Torrent couldn't help but take in another sweet scent of Cynder, which propelled him into inevitable arousal. Cynder look up at him, only to see his eyes closed and his mouth open, panting.
*Torrent?*
Torrent felt many small but powerful twinges of pleasure from his swelling sheath opening. His deep pink genitalia slowly emerged from his slippery sheath and pulsated strongly. His mind pleaded for it to cease, but the scent of the aroused female upon him drove him to a full erection. After mere seconds, Torrent's shaft was extended to its full length and girth.
Cynder, unaware of what had just happened, nipped at Torrent's neck lightly to gain his attention. He looked down on her with a nervous look; he had grown very disappointed in himself for allowing this to happen.
*Cynder, I'm sorry...* was all he could say.
*Torrent, you're panting,* Cynder said, worried. *What's wrong?*
Torrent sighed deeply, holding back a gasp as he began to feel the full extent of her vaginal fluids all over his penis. *I should have seen it coming, Cynder... I should've stopped myself.
What?
Your scent, Cynder...* Torrent muttered. *I've become aroused.*
Cynder widened her eyes, and swiftly turned her head. She looked between their combined four legs, and she was shocked to see long strings of clear, sticky juice linking her swollen sex with his.
*I'm truly sorry,* Torrent repeated. *I didn't mean to, but I should've known-
Torrent...* Cynder whispered.
*No, truly, I can't possible atone for-
Torrent!*
He stopped speaking, and looked at her once more. She simply looked back at him, her eyes full of compassion. She knew then why she had seen him differently earlier.
*As I told you before, Torrent,* Cynder started. *You and I are more than companions now.*
He said nothing; he just looked into her eyes as she continued talking.
Cynder felt around Torrent's thighs with her tail, rubbing her own juices about, until she found her mark. *I'd never thought my feelings for a male would change-*
Torrent groaned out suddenly as he felt her tail tug hard on his pulsating shaft. -*This dramatically over the period of a few hours. But Torrent, I... there's something about you that makes me feel... feel like everything's going to be... alright.*
Torrent took a deep breath as Cynder descended back onto his chest. However, he slyly used his own tail to feel her back, sides, belly and eventually down to her sex. He was slow and gentle, but when Cynder felt him reach her tender area, she gasped sharply in pleasure.
*Cynder, you are a beautiful dragon,* Torrent told her soothingly as he slowly stroked the moist outsides of her vagina with his tail. *And being with you has truly been a life-changing experience. And this... what we're doing here... it doesn't feel wrong.
You're right,* She said. *This doesn't feel wrong at all.*
Torrent looked at her passionately, and she gave the same look back. Both continued to play with the other's genitals with their tails, causing both to pant back and forth. Soon, the two paused, and for a brief moment, both considered the possibility of going further.
Cynder breathed deep, *Torrent, I think I know why my cycle has been so bad. I... I'm certain I know why it was so hard to fight this time.* She took a deep breath again, *I think it's because of you.*
Torrent didn't speak, but Cynder could tell from his eyes that he knew what she wanted, and that he wanted it all the same.
*You always seemed to cross my mind,* Cynder continued. *My arousal came from my thoughts of you, Torrent...
You've aroused me as well, Cynder,* Torrent told her. *In a way that I've never felt before.*
Cynder spoke first, *You've never mated before.
Neither have you,* Torrent said.
*Does it truly feel the way humans describe it?* Cynder asked.
*Shall we find out?* Torrent felt his penis pulse rigidly, waiting to enter the moist cavern merely inches away.
Cynder took a deep breath, and laid down flat again. Torrent instinctively maneuvered around Cynder's tail, and came into direct contact with Cynder's thigh, making him shudder with slight pleasure.
Cynder began to hold her breath when she felt the head of his penis come into contact with her vagina. The fluids that already soaked both made it much more slippery and wet.
Torrent bent his head down, and held it over Cynder's. He once again wrapped his arms and wings around her, holding her steady. Then, in one swift motion, he swept upwards, and Cynder gasped deeply as he penetrated her.
Torrent exhaled sharply as he entered as deep as he could. Cynder bowed her head over his shoulder as he continued to sink into her moist tightness. He groaned when he could no longer go any further, her legs now sitting on his crotch.
Cynder felt sharp flashes of pain at first that made her eyes tear up. Torrent sensed this, and quickly began to lower his hips, slowly pulling his shaft from inside her. She breathed deep as the pain subsided; as Torrent began to reenter, she paced her breathing so the pain wouldn't overwhelm her.
*Are you alright, Cynder?* He asked her as he began to pull back a second time.
*Oh, Torrent!* She gasped hard as he brushed her untouched areas, sparking waves of pleasure throughout her. *Please continue... Please...*
Torrent loosened the grip of his wings so that Cynder would be free to lean back. As she did, she felt the pain finally subside, only to be replaced by intense feelings of bliss.
Torrent's breathing began to get irregular; he groaned as he felt the sheer squeezing and pumping of his male parts from Cynder's walls. The pleasure from this alone drove him to grip Cynder's arms tightly and his wings to flap about oddly.
Cynder began to buck her own hips in time with her lover's. As she lowered onto his shaft, she intentionally squeezed with her crotch, feeling the slippery member glide against her most sensitive areas, driving her to pant loudly.
She began to grip onto Torrent's chest, using him as leverage to gain faster, stronger motions. Torrent, meanwhile, was instinctively making deeper, harder thrusts that made Cynder bounce somewhat on top of him.
Head back, Cynder roared blissfully, overwhelmed now by pleasure. She was hyperventilating now; her body growing very warm from the act. Her vagina leaked further lubricating juices onto Torrent's pumping sex, making him slide even faster and easier into and out of her.
Torrent felt Cynder claw at his chest, hurting him somewhat, but he didn't care. He looked up at her as she roared again. Seeing her in this way drove him to go even faster.
Cynder couldn't take much more. Torrent's speed and vigor alone overwhelmed her, and she had to collapse onto his chest. She breathed incredibly hard, her breaths now loud and labored. She whimpered deeply into Torrent's ear, and he began to hold her in an embrace again, pumping much more slowly now, but still quite hard.
Even the words Cynder spoke into Torrent's mind sounded labored, *Torrent, I... I can't...*
Torrent knew what was happening, and started to pump with less speed, but as deep as he could. As Cynder roared again, Torrent reached her deepest parts.
Cynder felt the pressure build within her walls, and soon the huge stabs of pleasure Torrent was delivering changed into one long, drag of pleasure. And with that, Cynder felt convulsion after convulsion of bliss within her, and she moaned with each one.
When Torrent began to feel her walls convulse upon his member, he sighed deeply. Cynder sent many cries of bliss into his mind as well as out loud which drove him to the edge.
He felt pleasure throughout his loins, and as his shaft was pumped by Cynder's walls, he breathed deep.
Cynder collapsed onto Torrent, relaxing all her muscles. This allowed Torrent to get even deeper penetration. Cynder struggled to regain normal breathing, and she realized that she could hear Torrent's heart through his breast.
She heard it go fast and hard. But as Torrent felt a build up of blissful pressure at the base of his shaft, Cynder sensed the pleasure he was feeling.
Her vaginal walls continued to pump at Torrent's sex as his heartbeat began to quicken suddenly. Cynder heard it go from a fast steady beat to a faster, irregular beat that made Torrent's breathing hard.
Torrent dug his member as deep as it could go, and felt his climax build up to the top. Cynder swore she heard his heart skip a beat as his shaft began convulsing.
*Oh, Cynder...*
Torrent felt nothing but bliss as he released his dragon seed into Cynder's womb. She gasped with pleasure as she felt his penis pump spurt after spurt of it, his convulsions rippling through her walls.
Torrent had been storing such a volume of his seed that some of it leaked out and flowed out onto his crotch and thighs. Cynder bucked her hips to help her lover release as much of his fluid as possible. Torrent breathing settled down as he felt the pleasure dissipate slowly.
So the two, spent, stayed put for a moment, before separating. The two didn't communicate, but both laid together in a solemn embrace.
Cynder fell asleep after an hour or so. Torrent, however, stayed awake throughout the night, determined to be aware of her presence for her entire sleep. He didn't want to ever take his eyes off of her.* | literotica |
Title: May & Deke Ch. 07
Tags: couples, blow job, submission, domination, swingers, swinging
**May & Deke Chapter 7 Vere Isle: Command Performance**
Jim, Barbara, May and Deke, fresh from their group water play in the outdoor shower, forsake any idea of clothing and head inside to prepare dinner in the smallish galley, where the four cooks can't help making this a contact sport. With Wild Turkey for the guys, Scotch and soda for May, Barb becomes a lone striker for sobriety and has a glass of white wine.
Waiting for the several pots to boil, Deke and Barbara pick some mood music and toss the salad greens, while Jim and May husk the corn and set the picnic table on the deck. The work is done, intermixed with full measures of fun and frolic—be they slaps, tickles, feels, or diddles.
"What a great time we are having!" May extols, to which all raise their glasses in a resounding "Hear, Hear!"
"And here's to our Captain and his First Mate," Deke offers, " Long may they swing and sway!"
Jim acknowledges the toast from their new friends and proposes another round of drinks to go with the steamed clams and spinach salad. Barb brings on the melted butter and declares she is ready for a Scotch.
After their 15-minute boil the lobsters are succulent, and corn on the cob vies with ripple chips for space on the groaning board.
All hands agree that their leavings will compose a delicious Wednesday luncheon, and the revelers don their scullery toques for clean-up duties. After the last pot is walloped, they drift back into leisure and repose, taking in hand cups of Kahlua and coffee with whipped cream and the erectile tips of their playmates of the evening.
Deke chooses to decorate Barbara's opulent rack with two stiff peaks of whipped cream, then responds entertainingly to her demand that he finish all of his dessert.
"And, by the way," Barb inquires of the lip-smacking professor, "why have you been calling me 'Barbara Allen' all afternoon?"
"O, that's out of the Scottish folk ballad of the 17<sup>th</sup> Century:
In Scarlet town, where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin',
Made every youth cry Well-a-day!
Her name was Barbara Allen."
"Good grief, Deke, can't you bring us forward a century or three?" says Jim, popping his head up over May's bare shoulder.
"Hmmm... Well, here's something Irish from my arrested boyhood: *[in dubious brogue]*
Won't you hold it in your hand, Mrs. Conley?
It doesn't weigh a quarter of a pound;
It has feathers 'round its neck—like a turkey—
And it spits when you rub it up and down."
"You are such a nut!" Barb pronounces, grasping the barrel of Deke's dick, "You've got some steam to let off!" And she drags him willingly down the hall to the guest bedroom.
Alone with May in the evening twilight, Jim finds the strains of soft instrumentals on the stereo to be compellingly romantic; and after a lengthy kiss he confesses, "Dad told me you like to dance and that I should ask you. Would you like to?"
"Well, isn't he the cagey one to suggest that to you?" May parries.
"Why do you say that, May?"
"Well, you remember we all were nude for the Saturday evening meal; but it was after you and Barb left that Deke and I started dancing. Knowing that your dad was watching, I discovered that I enjoyed showing off for him; and before long, he and I danced together. With his wonderful big cock pressed against me, I got so turned on that I insisted both men take me to bed!"
"And that was okay with Deke?"
"Deke is very generous that way because he knows we can't be together for long periods of time. You know, he's very anxious for you to fuck me. It turns him on.
"But, the reason I say Bear is cagey, is because he suggested that you and I dance together. To me, that means he wants you to fuck me, which is quite a relief to me. I didn't want to cause hard feelings between father and son. So what say, sexy – let's dance. I've got something hot to tell you.
"You know, you are the catalyst in this mix: you're the one that suggested that we skinny dip that afternoon. What were you thinking, Jim?"
" I was thinking, May," he repeats seductively gripping her closer, "that you were terribly hot. In that sexy sundress your luscious muscular bare legs drove me wild. I had to see more. I had to take a chance," Jim adds, sweeping his left hand lovingly between her lush thighs to cup her very wet cunt. "And later on, when you spread for Barb and me, we knew we wanted you join us on the island. Deke's message that you were on the way has had me turning handsprings!"
"It did, did it? Well then, I think I should do some spread eagles for you. How about dancing me to bed?"
In the master bedroom Jim points the remote at the stereo; and, as soft new age rhythms thrum in the background, they continue to dance. Both of Jim's hands grasp May's ass, and her arms clasp his neck. They kiss tenderly, at first, and then more urgently. Jim's thick prong throbs as it grinds gently between them.
Closing her eyes in Jim's manly embrace, May's whole body begins to undulate to the primal rhythms. The friction of skin on skin increases their excitement. May, hands reaching alternately over her head, leans back in a semi-backbend from the waist to present her tantalizing tits for his inspection. Moving one hand from her ass to her upper back, he swoops to suck one of her hardened dime-size nipples at the center of its large pink areola. He uses his teeth and tongue to nibble the teat, causing May to worry that he will bite too hard; but he never does. He just drives her crazy with his edgy stimulation of first one, then the other.
Jim brings May to an upright position; and, holding one of her hands high as in a minuet, he gently leads her in a circle around him. Their eyes engage. On parade, she flushes, swings her ass and swivels her hips in graceful cadence with the music—her body language signaling her intention to thoroughly fuck her patron. He is well pleased, and returning her to face him, he quietly commands, "Kneel."
May obeys, looks up, opens her mouth and, taking the initiative, she grabs the cheeks of his ass. Pulling his groin to her face, she assumes her pleasant duty, taking his cock down to the balls. Jim groans.
May works his cock with her mouth. Lips firm, she squeezes and twists up and down his fat shaft. He feels, in exquisite detail, the trail of her lips and tongue as they trace the contours of his barrel. She fondles his balls and feathers and licks the head and rim. Fast and slow, deep and shallow, sucking and sliding, she mouths his beautiful big one and tastes his salty sweetness. Putting his hands on her head, he takes back control and begins to fuck her mouth. He knows his cock is unusually large; and with utmost restraint, he thrusts gently so that she can deep throat him — the sensation he loves most.
"My dear girl, your oral massage of my big cock is especially accomplished. I commend you. But now the time has come for you to deliver on what you first promised last Saturday, and then again before we danced down the hall. Get on the bed, and spread for me."
Again May complies. His firm commanding tone is so erotic, so decidedly male. She loves it, and her body responds in a flood of wetness. She lies down the middle of the bed and spreads her legs wide.
At the foot of the bed the Major stands with his hands on his hips, his cock vertical. " Hold your labia open, and show yourself to me. Good. Now use you finger, and show me exactly where your clit is. Rub it. I want to hear you moan. Cum for me!"
May closes her eyes. Immersing herself in the beat of East Indian Tabla drums, she begins to masturbate. The Major watches her body pulse and ripple. She has become his private bayadere; her cries rise, entwined with the strains of the sitar, as she drives herself towards orgasm.
Climbing over the foot of the bed, he commands, "Stop."
Positioned between her legs, Jim runs the head of his dick up and down her slick slit. Pausing briefly, he gives special attention to her swollen bud by rubbing his velvet glans on it.
May softly utters, "I've been waiting for this."
"I know," he smiles.
Poising the head of his cock at her vagina, he pins her wrists to the bed and drives it home.
May gasps and rises off of the bed. Never having had children, her canal is tight; and his cock, not only eight inches long, is thick as well. Jim pounds her cunt mercilessly. May emotes loudly with every gloriously deep plunge.
Ever in control, Jim strains to hold off his own orgasm for a few more thrusts before they join in a guttural duet, which builds until May arches in climax. Sparked by May's spasms, Jim emits a war cry and explodes. Spurt after spurt shoot from his cock. Her cunt overflows as his semen and her secretions run down over her asshole onto the bed, and Jim collapses on top of her in a pool of sweat and body fluids.
In the afterglow, May deeply inhales the smell of their sex. She finds comfort in bearing his weight and sharing his body heat as she rapidly cools. At length, he covers her, kisses her; and rolls off.
"May, that was magnificent. I have never unloaded like that, ever. Christ, we're awash here!" he says laughing.
"You were masterful, Jim. I like that in a man. I was so ready for you, and I came hard. I'm not usually so loud, but I couldn't help myself."
"I'm not sure I should ask this now, May, but I want to know. You seem to be a very strong woman, and so very responsive sexually; however, I have the worry that my deep fucking was uncomfortable for you; you felt extremely tight around me. Was my cock too big for you, dear?"
" Your cock is beautifully big, Jim; but don't be concerned: your aggressive entry was perfect for me. My first partner after Deke was your dad, who is some bigger than Deke, and I loved it. I guess Mother Nature makes me very wet when I like a guy. But, no, I especially enjoy big ones. I like the way they fill me up."
"I'm relieved. Your honesty is a breath of fresh air. And, I must say, the suggestiveness of your sexy exhibition would be much appreciated by a somewhat larger audience of friends—which leads me to a second question. What would you think about partying with Barb, me, and two of my buddies? We occasionally play games of domination and submission—nothing of a painful sort. And you seem to have the right amount of submissiveness to enjoy them."
"You'd like to share me with Barb and your friends? Who would your guy friends be? Former marine buddies of yours?"
" Yes, they are. One is our stockbroker; the other is the strength coach at Colby. He's black and somewhat, let's say, more 'gifted' than I am physically, which I now believe you'd enjoy very much. And they'd be gentle, at first, as I was this evening, and we could see where it goes? We might apply clamps to your lovely long nipples, perhaps restrain your legs spread with soft cords, and tease your vaginal lips and clit with a feather. We know your trust is important. Nothing would happen without your consent."
"Well, you are right: I do love your discipline, and I am definitely attracted to well-hung men; but this invitation is so sudden. You know what – and I can't believe I'm saying this – but I think I would like to try it. I think I would like to serve you and your friends," May says, flattered that Jim wants to include her in their swing parties—and surprised that she finds his proposal so overwhelmingly provocative.
" The answer is definitely yes." May firmly concludes.
"I was hoping you'd agree, May. I know we agreed to exchange partners tonight, but I think you should go back to Deke. You should tell your master what you've agreed to."
"He's not my master." May says looking puzzled.
"Yes he is," Jim contradicts. "It's obvious. You love him and you would do anything to please him. Barb won't mind for tonight. We can swap back right now."
Jim and May knock on the door and open it to find Deke and Barb loosely entwined and resting after their coitus. Jim begins, " Sorry to disturb you two, but May said, yes, Barb; and we want to swap back for the night. Okay? They need to talk."
"Oh, okay," Barb says swinging out of bed.
May and Barb change places. "You were marvelous, Deke. One of the best ever," Barb says departing. "Good-night, you two."
"Good-night," May and Deke respond in unison; and Jim and Barbara leave, closing the door behind them.
"Before you tell me what the hell is going on, May, I have to tell you that I could hear you through the door when you came screaming in ecstasy. It made me crazy to hear you get off like that. You must have been so incredible, so beautiful. I wanted to burst through the door and join you. Was he as good as you sounded?"
"O my God, yes! His cock became mammoth with my blow job. And he made me masturbate for him--the way you like, dear. And how was Barb? Did you eat her?"
"Indeed I did. She is an extremely sexy girl. Her lips and clit are very palpable as she becomes aroused . Truly it becomes like a little dink. And so tasty! You'll love doing her.
"But what the hell is this switch of partners in the middle of the night? Of course, I don't mind at all. It's extra-nice to have you to cuddle. But what's up with the change in plans?"
"O beloved, wait until I tell you this! Jim just made me the most interesting offer, and I think you will be wild about it for me!"
"You do, do you?"
"O yes, my darling. Of course, you know, Deke, of all the new guys that I am fucking, that none of them will ever, ever be you – right? But listen to this..."
***Author's Note:*** *Our May-December characters had adventurous and sensuous days that summer, now rather long ago. My Aunt May's early days were those of an emancipated professional woman of the 60's, and during the course of our conversations, I have contemplated many realities of life. As I think May would say it, "Love does not always take the form you expect; so be ready; and never pass it up when or where you find it." And, you know what? I haven't.* | literotica |
Title: Ra's Defeat by TiranMaster
Tags: Anubis, Egypt, Falcon, Hypnosis, Jackal, Male, Mind Control, Transformation, brainwashing, egyptian
Derek set his hands on the table and looked around at each of the members of the group; Anubis was at the head of the table explaining the new information recently found. Becker silently watched from behind some of the other soldiers slowly squeezing his new hand, just an hour ago he had been transformed by Derek into a Jackal. "Now that you are all caught up let's get ready everyone." Anubis finished up his speech and looked at Derek with a serious glint in his eye, "Are you ready Derek?" Derek nodded; Anubis nodded and picked up a map off of the table. "I'm astonished that this war is finally coming to an end, after three months of continuous fighting..." Becker walked up to the table and set his hand on the table, "I had a question for you Anubis." Anubis glanced at the soldier, "What is it?" Becker closed his eyes tightly for a moment then looked back up at the god, "My brother, will he be my little brother again if we beat Ra?" Anubis sighed, "I honestly don't know, all I can say is that if don't win this then the world will share your brother's fate." Becker grimaced and after a moment nodded, "Alright, I understand. But understand this; I don't want anybody killing my brother alright?" Anubis and Derek both nodded, Becker nodded solemnly and walked away to help the other soldiers plan. Derek started to walk away to get himself ready when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he glanced back to see Anubis with a sad look on his face. "Derek, how are you feeling?" Derek closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath, "Honestly Anubis? I'm more scared then I've ever been in my life, but if I don't do this then Ra will take over the world." Anubis nodded, "Believe me Derek, you being afraid is natural. You're about to fight not only a whole army but a god." Derek nodded and once again started to walk away but felt Anubis's hand on his shoulder, "Do you need something Anubis?" He turned around; Anubis now had a deadly serious look on his face. "Yes I do Derek; I need you to go on a secret mission. Not just any secret mission, if you fail at this mission then we are all doomed." Derek slowly nodded, "Tell me what it is." Anubis bent in and whispered in his general's ear. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Becker walked into his room and sat on his bed, he looked around the room to see all of his and his brother's stuff scattered around the room. He reached down and picked up Stratus's old shirt, "Stratus... I'll save you little brother..." He let out a silent sob as he finally dropped his rough façade, after a few minutes he heard a knock on the wall and took a deep breath and tried his best to dry the fur by his eyes. "Come in." Becker called out; a teenager popped his head in nervously. "Sir, it's almost time to leave for the invasion." Becker nodded and waved away the boy, after a minute he looked over his room. "I'm coming Stratus, don't you worry little brother." As he started to walk out the door he heard a scream from down the hall, "What the fuck?!" Derek shouted, he dashed out of the room and witnessed the boy from just a minute ago get hit by a beam of light and suddenly expanded beyond the normal proportions of a human. He quickly grew feathers, instead of becoming a normal falcon man though he continued to grow and he became a raging beast, "Go my guardian, hunt the Jackals." Ra's voice permeated the air instructing his newest minion. Becker's jaw dropped as the golden eyed monstrosity faced him, "Oh shit..." He turned around and sprinted down the hall and heard the monster screaming behind him, "Since when could Ra do this?!" He asked himself, as he reached the end of the hall he took a right trying to get to the main central hall. As Becker reached the main hall he turned around to see the monster hitting the magical barrier that Anubis had placed there just in case of this eventuality, "Anubis!" He shouted for the god, almost immediately the god appeared next to him and narrowed his eyes at the monster. "What is this Becker?" Becker shook his head, "I have no clue, one minute there was a normal kid then Ra shined this light on the kid and he became... this." Anubis frowned as he looked at the creature, "Ra could never do this before... unless..."
Becker looked at the god, "Unless what?" Anubis's eyes glinted dangerously, "Unless Ra found the Ankh..." Ra's voice suddenly reverberated in the air, "Bravo Anubis, you hit the stake right on the end. Indeed I have found the Ankh, not only have I found it but I've put it to good use as I'm sure you've seen." Anubis gritted his teeth, "Ra you're trespassing into magic beyond you." Ra maliciously laughed, "Anubis you don't seem to understand, this magic was made for the king of the gods. I believe it fits perfectly for me, seeing as once I defeat you and claim the world I'll become the king." Anubis roared in anger, "You are going to destroy yourself Ra." Ra's voice echoed as it started to fade away, "I'm sorry my old friend but it seems that I have more important things to attend to, my guardian destroy the barrier and Anubis." Becker's eyes widened as he watched the monster completely smash the spell and run at them. "Oh shit." His voice wavered in fear as he watched the monster approach them. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Derek slowly approached Ra's palace, "I can't believe I'm about to do this..." He muttered to himself, he took a deep breath and drew his leg back. "I'm a fucking moron..." He muttered to himself and kicked the front door in, "Come out and play Ra!" He shouted at the top of his voice, he immediately felt the floor start to rumble as Ra's army ran towards the door. "How dare you dog!" Herep walked to the lead of the army and glared at the Jackal, "You dare have the impudence to attack us, not only that but alone?! You insult our honor you dirty fucking dog!" Derek grinned a cocky smile, "No I don't dare to fight your whole army, I dare to fight you." Herep froze and a cruel smile spread across his face, "Fight me? What you ask is suicide little doggy." Derek took a few breaths then continued, "I have a challenge, if you beat me in a battle then I will submit to Ra and become a member of your army. Though if I win then you are to order you army to let go of their bonds to Ra." All of the members of Ra's army shouted their disagreement; Herep raised his arm signaling for everyone to be quiet. "I accept your challenge dog, I'm sure you will enjoy being my master's bitch!" Herep hissed as he slowly got into a fighting position, Derek grinned as he copied the falcon man. "Prepare to lose you overblown Falcon." The two rushed at each other and started to punch each other violently, Derek immediately felt his bones start to break under the punches of his opponent. "Shit..." Derek hissed as he traded blows with the falcon, as his punches landed on his opponent he equally felt Herep's bones breaking. After twenty minutes of fighting both of them were extremely battered, as Herep felt himself starting to faint Derek winced as he prepared to do what he had been told. Herep in desperation threw one last punch which caught Derek in the chest and threw the general across the room, Derek felt his chest collapse in on itself and he struggled to take a deep breath. Herep slowly stood up and walked over to the fallen general and grinned at Derek, "Now... prepare to join my army, general." He said the last word mockingly as he picked up the jackal by the neck, Derek screamed in pain as he felt his broken bones shifting around. Ra's army jeered at him as he was dragged through the hall towards the back, Derek heard a slow echoing clap. "Congratulations my general, you have claimed yet another minion for me and not just any minion but Anubis's general."
Herep grinned with a sinister grin, "Here you are my lord, here is a gift to you." He presented Derek's body; Ra slowly ran his fingers through Derek's fur. "What you did was foolish dog, now feel the punishment." Derek spit blood onto the god's face, "Go to hell you asshole." Ra frowned and smacked the Jackal, "I know just what to do with you." The god held out his hand and a Ankh appeared in his hand, "Prepare yourself Jackal, you shall be the first of many Jackals to be changed." Derek braced himself as he felt a warmth start to surround his body, "Urg...." He moaned in pain as he felt his body start to change, Ra grinned maliciously as the Jackal started to change. Derek felt his body start to buff out and his fur started to change to a light brown color, "Even with the power of the Ankh sadly I cannot change you all the way into a falcon but I make you into an amazing guardian." The Jackal felt his body grow and his snout became an oddly shaped beak, he had been expecting a slow brainwashing but instead he felt a huge slam in his brain. "Urch!" Derek felt his personality get taken away and his loyalties change, "A... Anubis... I hope I gave you enough time..." He thought as the last of his personality was sucked away. Ra grinned as the Jackal stood up and looked at him in adoration, "How do you feel my guardian?" Derek's beak cracked in a stupid grin, "I good master." Ra reached out and stroked the now huge creature's head, "Good, to make sure that you stay loyal I have a gift for you. Come slave!" He shouted out, Perida poked his head out of a door and grinned as he saw Derek. "Oh wow master, he looks wonderful! Thank you so much!" Derek grunted in happiness as the falcon ran up to him and stroked his head, as Ra grinned at his newest guardian a realization popped into his head. "Wait a minute, Anubis would never be so stupid to send his general alone... unless... oh Damula! He's just a decoy, Herep prep the army now!" Ra sent his mind back to his guardian in Anubis's base and found it dead. "No!" The god screamed in pure rage. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Anubis and his army walked into the archeological site, "I can't believe this is where the whole thing started..." He muttered, Becker looked at Anubis in slight awe. "I still can't believe that you killed that monster Anubis..." Anubis frowned, "The only reason I was able to defeat that monster was due to a very special person who was willing to do anything to save this world..." Becker frowned and bowed his head in sadness; Anubis turned his head and looked at the army. "I want you all to stay at this perimeter and protect this camp." Anubis motioned to Becker and had him follow him, "Alright so do you know where the mark is Becker?" Anubis questioned, Becker shook his head. "Ra didn't know the exact location just that it was here." Anubis nodded and looked around, "Let's search for it." The pair split up and looked around for the mark, after twenty minutes they heard shouts of battle and they looked out to see Ra's army fighting their own. "We need to hurry Becker!" Anubis shouted, as the pair hastened their search Ra walked through the battle and bared his teeth as his entourage followed him. Herep his general followed directly behind him, Perida with Derek close behind walked behind Herep. Stratus followed them with a dreamy grin on his face; Ra reached the camp and called out in a booming voice. "Anubis come out and show your dog face, your time is done now come face me."
Anubis slowly shuffled out and faced the other god with a serious look, Ra grinned as he witnessed him nemesis. "It's time for your end my old friend, come attack me if you can you ratty dog." Ra threw out the insults with a sneer on his face, as Anubis took a step forward Ra raised the hand with the Ankh in it and smiled. "Oops, I forgot to mention I don't play fair." He let out a blast of magic which raced towards the Jackal with deadly intent. But as the blast was about to hit him a table flew out in front of the god and was struck by the blast instead. Ra glared at the interloper who had thrown the table, "You my boy have sealed your fate." Becker wasn't looking at the god though; instead he was looking at the scrawny bird at the back of the line. "Stratus..." He whispered, he took a step forward and staggered back as a magic blast struck him head on. He coughed up black blood and took another step forward completely intent on reaching his little brother, "Stratus..." He whispered once more before collapsing onto the ground. Anubis roared in anguish, Ra started to laugh with the rest of his cronies before he suddenly came to a painful stop. His eyes widened in a confused look before he realized what had happened, "Wait don't tell me..." Anubis quickly caught on and walked over to the burned table that Becker had thrown not a minute before, "That genius boy..." He muttered, Anubis smiled at Ra and slowly slid the table around so the falcon god could see it as well. The table that the god had burned had a picture burned into it's surface, a picture of the god himself. "No!" Ra roared in complete and utter defeat as he watched the picture of himself slowly burn away and he looked down to see the same happening to himself. Ra looked up at the other god with pain in his eyes, "Please... help me..." Anubis looked at the table then back to Ra, "I'm sorry, I forgot to mention." He blasted the rest of the table away, "I don't play fair either." Ra screamed as he disappeared from the world. Every single one of Ra's follower's eyes glowed simultaneously and they all collapsed. Anubis walked over and kneeled over Becker, "Becker... Becker! Please get up Becker." Becker slowly opened his eyes and grinned at the god, "Is Ra gone?" Anubis slowly nodded with tears in his eyes, "That's good... how about all of his followers, what happened to them." Anubis sniffed, "They're all unconscious but from what I can tell when they awaken they should all be out from under Ra's control." Becker smiled and nodded, "That's great..." He took a wheezing breath, "Before I go I have one request, when Stratus wakes up I want you to tell him one thing." The Jackal took another shuddering breath and looked up at the god, "Tell him, I'm sorry that I couldn't see him play football with those moves of his." He shuddered as he fell to the ground limp, Anubis felt the Jackal's spirit flow into the afterlife. "Alright... I will..." He looked out over the battlefield and frowned at the sight, many lives had been lost in the battle. Anubis sighed and stood up, "This is going to take a lot of explaining to the other gods." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* One month later
Derek slowly cracked open his eyes and looked to the side to see his boyfriend Louis lying next to him, in the month that had followed the battle Anubis had been able to change Derek back from the monster he had become back into a normal Jackal. Albeit with an odd craving for worms, sadly Anubis had not been able to undo the changes that had been done to all of the humans. They would all be stuck as jackals and falcons for the rest of their lives, thankfully Anubis had been able to change most of Europe back to its original state as well. Though certain things like Ra's palace would have to be taken apart piece by piece, Derek in the end was just glad he had his boyfriend back to normal. Well as normal as a falcon boyfriend could be, "Hey lovebird it's time to wake up." He whispered lightly into the birds ear, "A few more minutes hun, please..." Derek chuckled and kissed his boyfriends cheek before getting dressed in a pair of shorts and slipping out the front door. Most people now that they were Jackals and Falcons didn't wear as much clothing as they used to, usually it was just shorts for the guys and small shirts with shorts for the women. Derek grabbed the newspaper off of their front porch and smiled as he read the headline, "Savior memorial being built to commemorate all of the brave souls who fought to regain our freedom." They were planning on using the materials from Ra's palace for the memorial; the main piece of the memorial was a statue of Becker. "Good morning." Derek heard a voice come from the porch over, he glanced over to see Stratus's parents standing there. "Oh good morning, how is Stratus doing?" The pair smiled lightly, "As good as he can possibly be seeing as his older brother is gone." Derek nodded sadly, "Oh I was wondering, have you two seen Anubis since the funeral's yesterday?" The pair shook their heads; Derek frowned then chuckled to himself. "Well I guess it's to be expected, knowing him he's probably sitting on a bench somewhere reading a newspaper. He glanced up and smiled at the sun, "Well I hope that he knows that he'll always be welcome here since he saved us all." The Jackal slipped back into his house to cook himself and his partner breakfast. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Somewhere in the United States in the middle of a park people were walking by a park bench talking about the huge incident in Europe, since the whole Ra incident they had been floundering to get help out to the Europeans and making sure that their allies were all right. As people passed by the park bench they didn't notice a regular looking man reading a newspaper and chuckling, Anubis looked over the paper and looked out at the world surrounding him. "Truly humans are some of the most amazing creatures ever..." He muttered and looked back down at the newspaper to read another one of his favorite comics. | FSE |
(F TF feral Camel & Fertility hybrid)
Majnun was a handsome man of the town of Ghaban. He was one of the blacksmiths in a well known shop, though despite the shops popularity it got very few visitors from the outside. Ghaban was considerably out of the way, sitting on the edge of the Churning Lands- a vast desert of fine grain sand, far too desolate for anyone to live in, so the lands beyond were uncharted. To everyone's surprise though, one day a small caravan of adventurers appeared in Ghaban, claiming to have visited ancient ruins in the Churning Lands on the way to town. They sold several artifacts to the town for supplies to continue on their way, back into populated lands. Majnun was completely blown away! There was ruins out there? And where had those adventurers come from before that? Were they from the land beyond the desert?! He could not believe no one bothered to ask! Then Majnun wanted to set out to recover more of the artifacts and learn more about the ruins and any lands beyond their reach, but everyone told him he was a fool. The sands would claim him. But they had all seen adventurers come to them FROM the desert! Alive! Majnun gathered up supplies and left the town in search of adventure in the dead of night.
Majnun was too stubborn to give up, and clearly too stubborn for his own good. It did not take long for him to start to realise how dangerous his adventure was going to be. The pale sands did not retain heat well at all, so in the night the air was very cold. He wrapped himself in an overly large, tattered cloak and clutched it tight in the darkness of the night. He spotted two ghost scorpions he had to avoid. They were scorpions with neon red stingers and translucent carapaces- extremely venomous. Because the desert was made of fine grain sands, with each step his foot sunk in a ways and when he tried to push off with that foot again, it slid back a bit. This meant he had to use twice the effort to go the same distance with each and every step. Another problem is an utter lack of landmarks. If he got turned around in any way he would be completely unable to find his location, because everything was just sand for as far as the eye could see. The dunes shifted with the winds, so the landscape rippled like water in slow motion. When the sun started to rise he got a breif window of pleasent temperatures where he felt like he was getting a second wind. It did not take long for the sand to start scorching his feet. He wore simple sandals, but because his feet sunk into the soft ground the sand often still touched the sides of his feet, singeing them. It was not long before he had to take his cloak off and use it to cover the several gourds of water tossed over his shoulder, linked by a rope. He had only a loin cloth on under the cloak, and his entire body including his hair was covered in a layer of red clay, to protect it from the solar radiation. The clay would keep him from burning, but not from cooking. He walked almost all day, and found nothing. He ate a bit of his rations of cured meat for a dinner as the sun went down, and when it was dark again he wrapped himself in his cloak and burried himself in the sand a bit to help trap his body heat in when things got very cold again.
The same thing happened the following day, and he ended up eating most of his rations for dinner that day. He set out with four gourds full of water, drinking most of one in the first day. Majnun drank the rest of the first and all of the second the next day, and then half of the next after dinner trying to get rid of dehydration induced headaches. Now Majnun was afraid. Very little food left on him and only one and a half gourds- he needed more than that to get to where he currently was. Which means he did not have the supplies needed to make the trip back to Ghaban. He had no choice but to keep going and hope against the odds that he ran into something, somewhere to gather resources of any kind. But there was still nothing in sight, no cliffs, no structures, not even a cactus patch. The third day of wandering the desert he felt like he was going blind to boot. The sand was pale and reflected the light of the sun into his eyes- and it was the only thing to be seen so there was nothing of contrast for his eyes to look at, it was just sand and more sand. Just when he started into his last gourd of water to keep from passing out, he seen movement. It had been directly in front of him though, and since he was drinking the gourd eclipsed his vision of it, by the time he put it down it was gone again. Majnun was in a bit of a depression in the ground, so he quickly dashed forward to see what it was. Even if it was just an animal- the animal needs resources to survive off of, he can follow it back to where it gets its food and water. When he crested the divot in the sands he did not see any creatures, but he did see dead plants. A lot of them. They seemed to vein out from a single source that was hidden behind yet another pile of tumbling sand. All of the plants were dead and dried, leaving only their sun-bleached skeletons behind, but it was a landmark at least. Majnun then quickly had to stagger his stance as the ground trembled and the sand started to roll on its own, like something giant was moving under the sand! In a massive eruption of sand and an explosion of green, several trees quickly shot up into view over the sand mound near the heart of the dead growth! Something was rapidly reviving the roots of the dead oasis! He seen a glimpse of what looked like a camel's head, and heard it call out. Majnun immediately bolted toward it as fast as he could.
The ground churned as the roots below rapidly came back to life, and grass and shrubs grew quickly making it hard to navigate, since he did not wait for it to finish. He did not see a camel though once he got there, which is odd because camel are not exactly small- it can't hide easily. He seen what looked like a cloak like his, and as it started to rise he realised even with his hazy vision he was in the presence of another human! She turned enough for Majnun to see her face and she was beautiful! She had large hazel eyes and deep tan skin. Her eyebrows and hair were both quite bushy and large, a pale brown in color and left wild. It was straight but bushy and very wild, clearly having not been brushed by anything but the wind in a while. It looked like she was holding something infront of herself under her cloak, till her actual arms moved a bit and he realised what was holding the front of her cloak out was her breasts! Majnun let out an audible gasp at that and the woman's eyes immediately spotted him and she smiled.
"Oh, a wanderer, so far out in the sands? Come, you must be exhausted." She raised an arm to usher him forward, and through the gap in made in the front of her cloak he seen she wore absolutely nothing under it.
Even as he approached her, the sand under her feet darkened and compacted. Water started to seep up from deep within the earth in the exact place she stood at the heart of the greenery! She seemed completely calm, and did not even acknowledge it, like it was something that happened all the time.
"Please, where did you come from to get here? Do you... not see what is happening around you? It is some sort of miracle!"
She giggled musically. "I suppose it is. This is my power, I bring bounty wherever I go. I guess I have been away from this pool for too long, and it dried up completely in my absence. My name is Oasis. Where have you come from?"
Majnun finally managed to navigate the growing plants and shifting earth to stand by her. She was just as tall as he is. "I am Majnun from Ghabar. We recently learned of ruins beyond the sands so I set out to try and learn more of our world, and recover treasures, but... my supplies are almost gone. I did not even have enough to return on."
"Oh dear, I have never been to Ghabar. Why did you set out with so few supplies? Did you not have a caravan with you?"
Majnun shook his head, dunking his head into the rising water several times before he was able to reply. "My town was content without knowing, so I had to set out on my own, and I can only carry so much before the weight hinders me. The caravan that visited a while ago seemed perfectly fine, like the desert was nothing for them. It caused me to misjudge the difficulty..."
Oasis pat him on his head as the water level ascended past their hips and told him it would be ok now. She ushered him to the side of the growing pool since the water level was still rising. She motioned around them to the trees and bushes as flowers quickly bloomed, telling Majnun that they would be fruit soon enough. Hers was the power of bounty- but you cannot eat the power. In order to use it she needs to find living things, like the remnants of this dead patch of plants to revive and bare fruit, to transform her raw power into something edible. Even with her power, she cannot turn a desert into a garden, because there needs to be at least remnants of something living for her power to adhere to. Oasis told him she is from a large city called Mahaan Ghar that stands on the opposite end of the desert, but the ruins the caravaners spoke of were likely her own temple Aldarae, which is close to Mahaan Ghar but still in the desert. She grumbled a bit, now knowing someone stole from her temple while she was gone. Majnun caught a glimpse of red out of the corner of his eyes and immediately reached over without even getting fully up to snatch up the vibrant red berries growing on a bush. Oasis quickly moved and gently slapped his hand out of the way.
"Nu uh, no eating. Those are mine."
"But I need supplies. If what you say is true I have once again the distance to travel to reach Mahaan Ghar or Ghabar from here! Ok... what can I eat then, if you want these berries."
"Oh, none of this stuff." The stress lines in his brow deepened and Oasis gave him a sympathetic look. "No, I know what you think. I will get you there safe, don't worry. I will provide you a bounty, but... I need the supplies from this place. I can turn them into something better for you. The plants convert my power into something edible, but I can turn those edibles into something perfect for a human. It is a multi-step process."
Majnun had to fight the urge to gorge himself on all the fruiting plants around him. He had no reason to doubt Oasis though- she had created this area in a matter of moments, she clearly had a lot of power. She gathered up the berries with extremely deft hand movements- clearly experienced in plucking fruit. The trick to a lot of berry picking is to twist rather than pull, so you do not accidentally pop the soft berry. Majnun decided to help her, and started picking fruit for her to eat. She gobbled them up by the handful, which was almost painful for Majnun to watch with his empty stomach. As he followed her to the next spot to harvest though, he noticed her footprints. They were not human. They looked like... tiny camel tracks!
"Wait, your feet...! I seen a camel before was... is... ?" He scrunched his brow again in thought.
Oasis glanced at her footprints in the moist sand and then smiled warmly again. "Oh, yea. I have two forms, this is my human form. Well, as close to full human as I can get." She stuck a leg out from the front of her cloak to show him. It looked human up till the foot, which was circular and ended in only two large toes, with thick toenails. It was not quite a camel foot either, but closer to camel than human. "That is why my cloak is so long that it drags on the ground- it was made for my avatar form, not my human shape."
Her appetite seemed to have no end. She ate what both she and Majnun gathered without hesitation, like she herself was starved. But there was a massive bounty here- enough food to feed an entire family well, and Oasis was eating it entirely on her own! She even ate the seeds! Fruit with large pits she shoved into her mouth and swallowed whole, pit, skin and everything! Majnun did not think he could even fit some of those in his mouth, never mind swallow it like that! While her appetite did not wane, he did notice her movements becoming increasingly sluggish. Oasis was rubbing her stomach below her cloak, trying to sort the food out in her gut to settle some extra space. She eventually groaned and stopped moving. She found a nice big tree and heavily sat down between roots to rest, her gut too heavy for a lot of walking.
Majnun was going to ask if she still wanted the remaining food harvested, but she spoke first, telling him it was time for him to eat. To his surprise she opened her cloak to reveal her titanic breasts to him! Majnun had never, even in his imagination, seen breasts as massive as these! They were the size of a large pumpkin each! Her own head was half the size of each one! Her bumpy areola were a shade of brown that was nearly black, and her nipples were erect, though not from arousal or temperature. Her nipples were forced almost entirely erect from the heavy load they were trying to hold back! They were massively engorged with milk! Milk was both food and water at the same time, a type of sustenance made specifically for all mammals. He approached her cautiously, assuming what she intended but not entirely sure, just because of how odd it all was. She just smiled at his reservations and pat the ground beside her for him to sit and then heft her massive right boob for him to take. Majnun leaned over and latched on to her swollen fat nipple and the milk immediately started to leak into his mouth without him even having to suck. Every suck produced a thick stream of heavy milk. Because she has been eating almost entirely sweet fruit and berries, her milk was also sweet. He almost felt like a babe at his mother's breast, because of how huge it was compared to his head. As he drank, his face was pressed against a soft, springy wall of hot flesh. As Majnun drank, Oasis started to pluck seeds from her mouth and place them in pockets on the cloak. Her body was rejecting the seeds and pits after consuming the flesh of the fruit.
Majnun eventually popped off her breast, thanking her for the meal and Oasis laughed, saying his stomach must have shrank out in the desert to have eaten so little. Majnun just thought her own appetite was so crazy huge. The town of Ghabar has never known a bounty like the one that follows her every day. Oasis told him to gather the rest of the fruit for her to eat, and let his stomach settle a bit- she wanted him to at least drink some milk from her other breast after, to even her out. As he gathered even more fruit, Oasis got onto her hands and knees to drink from the crystal clear pool of water she summoned from so far below the land. The problem with reviving a desert is that the sand doesn't retain water. Whenever it does rain, the water falls through the sand immediately and collects far underground. You need plants to hold the sand together, to die and rot into the sand to make it soil, and then the soil can grasp the water, to make a bed for newborn plants. So the first step is to spread seeds and let them grow- even if they die soon after, it is still part of a foundation for future growth. Oasis chugged water, feeling the liquid weigh heavily in her stomach. She drank so much that you could actually see her gut rounding out, and stretching farther out, till it brushed the sand below her. That was not all Majnun noticed though. Something moved under her cloak behind her.
"Is that... a tail?"
Oasis finally sat upright on her knees, wobbling a bit from the liquid sloshing in her gut. "Ooof... oh. Yea, I have a... well... a sort-of tail."
She tugged her long trailing cloak up and raised her tail for him to see. It sure looked like a tail, at least in shape. The texture though was definitely not flesh... its bark. Her tail was made of wood, with gnarled brown bark, but it still bent and flexed as if it were made of normal skin. Even more odd is the underside of the tail was lined with around twelve bulb-like fruit that Majnun had never seen before! The fruit was shaped like a bulbous onion, orange on the bulbous portion and faded to pink at the slight point at its bottom. They were connected to the tail by very short, fat stems and wobbled whenever she moved her tail. She squirmed herself around to plop heavily back onto her butt and sat on her own tail so it stuck between her legs, wedged in between her butt cheeks, with the fruit resting ontop of it.
Oasis pointed to the fruit Majnun gathered in his arms. "I will trade you for one of mine~."
Bewildered how she has bark growing out of her, he still brought her the massive load of food and she quickly started eating again, even though her stomach looked like it might pop at this point. Her navel inverted from internal pressure and her stomach started to look smoother as her pours were stretched flat.
Majnun went to touch one of the fruits on her tail, the one at the very end but hesitated. "These are... part of your body? Can you feel the fruit?"
She paused between mouthfuls. "Yea I can fully feel them, but you don't have to worry about hurting me, once you pop it off I can't feel it anymore. Oh, but just a heads up..." She heft a huge breast. "This is where I store the sweet." She pointed to her tail. "That is where I keep the sour." She giggled again. "And don't worry- I don't produce seeds."
Oasis resumed gorging herself and Majnun gently touched the fruit. He squeezed it gently, causing Oasis to moan a bit with a full mouth. The body of it was a bit springy, and the skin was smooth. It was impossible to tell if the fruit was warm from growing out of a human, or because they were in a desert and everything was warm. Majnun also took a cautiously quick glance up trying to see where the wood joined flesh, but could not see it from how she sat. Her pussy was in full view sat on the tail and it was fully human. The thin mat of brown hair above her pussy was darker than the hair on her head because it had not been bleached by the sun, and it was oddly well trimmed for someone wandering the desert. That was an odd bonus to having two forms- when she turned back to human from avatar form, her pubes defaulted to this state. So if they started to grow too unsightly she could turn feral, then revert human and her pubes will return to this trimmed state without actually having to trim them. Majnun almost made himself chuckled as he thought 'she actually has three camel toes' after seeing her pussy.
Using her own technique to pick the fruit, he gently twisted it and it came loose easily enough- they were all ripe thanks to her gorging. After turning it in his hand for a moment he finally bit in, and immediately regretting taking such a large bite. She was not kidding when she said it was sour! The juice of the Oasis fruit was probably cleaning his teeth from the sheer level of acidity! He had to quickly chew and swallow, because it was so sour that if he left it idle on his tongue all his taste buds would go numb. There was even a hint of... heat? The skin was spicy, the meat of the fruit was sour. The skin was taught and springy, but the innards were very soft- more liquid than solid. It was not till he swallowed most of it that he even had a chance to try and examine the flavour, and it tasted oddly similar to a banana. Only instead of being very sweet, it was heinously sour. Although his facial expression looked like someone was inflicting physical pain on him the entire time, Majnun did eagerly eat the rest of the fruit. The sour juice was a refreshing contrast, and his body needed all the sustenance it could get to face the wretched desert again. According to Oasis he was basically in the middle of it. Rather than get closer to a new location he had found his way to the farthest possible point from EVERY location.
Once Oasis finished the last of the gathered fruit from the ocean she groaned and pat her huge stomach. Her breasts even looked like they got a bit bigger too. She flexed her body forward a bit before letting out a long sigh.
"Help! I can't even bend my torso, I am too full. If I return to avatar form while sitting like a human I will probably hurt my back." She held her arms out and wiggled in place to emphasize how she was anchored.
Majnun was not even sure he could lift her. Her actual body probably did not weigh much, but her gut was huge and her breasts gigantic- both filled with a good amount of fluids too. She rocked forward when he took her hands and used her tail against the ground to spring her up onto her feet. Once she was on her feet she told him to get a bit of distance, and already he could hear a quiet muffled groaning as her bones started to enlarge, causing her entire body to slowly get bigger. The nails on her toes grew huge and encased their ends giving her more proper camel toe as her legs bulked up from bottom to top. Because it progressed in a clear direction, it looked at first just like her ankles were extending upward like someone extending a car jack. Other than size, her thighs and butt remained relatively the same shape, and she did not grow a tail since... well, she already had one. Following a bit behind the growth and reformation was her very fine fur, a sand colored fuz. Her stomach then seemed to get sucked in like someone yanked the strings on an invisible corset. She gasped loudly and stiffened a bit knowing what was coming as the excess mass did not vanish, it just moved. Her rib cage cracked loudly in rapid fire, again from top to bottom doubling its girth, in addition to the overall growth which was still happening at a slower pace. Her spine gave a few muffled pops and extended as her upper torso grew still more. Of course, having all that weight shift up and her body mass increase so tremendously, she could not remain standing and fell onto her hands. Because her legs were already done transforming, this put her ass straight up in the air because her arms were like toothpicks in comparison to her legs. Her huge tits brushed against the ground but only for a moment, enough to annoyingly tease her fat nipples and then her breasts started to shrink.
As her breasts shrank two more changes happened, the most immediately noticeable was her back bulging up and out in two places, one behind her shoulders and one more mid-back. The humps on a camel are pure fat, that is how they store excess food and water to allow them to travel otherwise dead lands for weeks without needing resources. Breasts are also almost pure fat, so it was not so much a material conversion as a simple transfer- the mass that was her breasts was travelling to her back almost entirely unchanged. It really looked gigantic since her arms and head were still perfectly human, causing the humps to dwarf them in size several times over. Breasts were not entirely just fat though, there was still muscle tissue to hold their form, there was mammary glands and milk ducts and many pleasure nerves- so the other change during this was their repurposing. There remained a bare patch on her crotch the fur did not touch, and the skin there turned black and started to bloat up into an udder! Oasis grunted and made several lowing sounds like a camel as her arms started to crack and pop and grow as her hands simplified into camel feet slowly. It was much more strained than with her legs because most of her body weight was forced onto them while they were trying to transform. As part of the change, the food she ate became very rapidly absorbed and processed, and her two humps once again stretched even bigger, and her udder got a burst of growth as well. The growing hill puffed up and tightened, becoming a cluster of four hills and her four teats started to push out of the skin causing her to step back and forth with her rear legs, unable to touch herself right now as the pleasure nerves went crazy growing into the teats.
Majnun was almost spooked by the louder creaking groan, sounding like reforming bone but unlike the rest it was not muffled at all, it sounded exposed! He had to step to the side to see it over her huge humps- her 'tail' was transforming. There was a thin stripe of wood up from her rump where the tail attached to her, but it was now expanding both in girth and length, and sprouting more stems! The movements of the tail became more rigid and it grew many small branches that started growing leaves and a few blossoms- the fruit that had been there remained hanging on. A new growth at the top of the stripe started to quickly outmatch its growth, growing into a small tree! She had a small tree growing out against the back curve of her lower hump, and another tiny tree just over her butt that used to be her tail. The tree was covered in pink blossoms speckled black- all of which would turn into fruit by the end of the day. Her udder finished growing, extremely large for a camel with very fat, full teats because she was perpetually lactating. It was still not as big as a dairy cow, but absolutely tremendous for a camel.
Oasis groaned as her neck bulked up tremendously, the transformation finally reaching for her head. Her nostrils grew large, causing her nose to enlarge to keep up. Her forehead and the bridge of her nose started to press out at the same time, leveling them out with one another. Oasis' lips grew very large and soft and broadened as her face pushed out more and more. Her head throbbed with blood pressure trying to feed all the growth so she couldn't really hear anything other than her own heart beat while this happened. Her neck continued to stretch longer and longer, causing her to bow her head several times- dipping when the growth increased its length and weight and then raising when the muscle structure caught up. Her hair seemed to fuse to her, becoming a mat of fur rather than falling off. Some camel have a very shaggy neck- she was somewhat a halfway point, being bushy where her human hair was, but fine fur everywhere else. Her head did not take long at all to finish changing, though it always felt longer to her. Camels have comparatively small heads and hips- they are almost all upper torso and hump.
Oasis stomped all four legs to feel how solid they were- knocking a few beads of excess milk from her udder by accident. The leaves on her tree rustled as the hot dry wind started to kick up, and she motioned to her back.
"Well? Get on, you can sit between humps, my tree will shade you. Can you fix my cloak though before you get on? It got a bit askew when I changed."
"R-ride you?"
"Well yea. Camel feet are super wide so they don't sink in the sand. I can get us back to Mahaan Ghar by sundown. And even if something goes wrong and I don't- I have plenty of milk to keep you fed and hydrated and plenty of fat I can break down to feed myself. I told you I would get you out of here alright, its kinda what I do."
"Alright then... just promise not to spit on me, haha."
Oasis rolled her eyes. "That is more of a male camel thing, for one. Part of their mating habits, a male vomits one of his internal organs to show off, and then re-swallows it. When they get spitty, they are just practicing."
Majnun thought about how blown away the people of Ghabar would be when he returned on the back of a beautiful camel diety. But the more he thought about it, the more he thought he would like to probably stay in Mahaan Ghar for a while. Or forever. Or better yet, stay at Aldarae with Oasis, even though he had found the greatest treasure the temple ruins had to offer already- Oasis. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Meditation: Simple Techniques
Tags: concentrate breathing, meditation, heart rate, feet legs, blood pressure, technique
As a practicing nurse, I discovered the benefits of mediation many years ago. At that time it was called purse lip breathing. A simple technique to help patients in pain or having, anxiety attacks or asthma attacks to relax and concentrate on their breathing. The positive results astounded me. Patients who were in immediate pain became more calm while the pain medications had time to kick in. Patients with breathing difficulties became more steady and breathed easier while we waited on the respiratory tech to give a treatment.
While the nursing textbooks called this technique purse lip breathing, I realized it was a form of meditation which provides the caregiver with a holistic approach to medicine. So how can this benefit us in our everyday life? Very simple. It keeps us focused, relaxed and healthier. And yes, it improves sex.
Over the years, I've done alot of research and practice with meditation. I now feel comfortable to try and pass this information along. This is my first How To article, so please excuse me if my descriptions are not the best.
Types of Meditation
Basically there are two types of meditation. Concentrative and and Mindfulness.
Concentrative Meditation-This form of meditation focuses the attention on the health, an image or sound in order to still the mind and allow a greater awareness and clarity to emerge.
The simplest form is to concentrate on the breath. As a nurse I've used this numerous times to help patients with an elevated heart rate or respiratory rate to relax. This is the purse lip breathing technique taught in all nursing textbooks.
Mindfulness Meditation-This involves opening the attention to become aware of sensations, thoughts, sounds, smells and so forth.
Basically, sitting quietly you simply witness whatever goes through your mind, not reacting or becoming involved with thoughts, memories, worries or images. This helps to regain a more calm, clear and non-reactive state of mind.
Benefits of Meditation
So what are the benefits of meditation? Many practioners of Yoga have known this answer for years.
Physically you have a younger biological age, decreased heart rate, lower cholesterol, decreased blood pressure, lower level of cortisol and lactate two chemicals associated with stress, an improved flow of air into the lungs and a reduction of free radicals which are believed to be a part of the aging process.
Psychological benefits include many. Decreased anxiety, increased happiness, decreased depression, increased feelings of vitality and rejuvenation, decreased irritablity and moodiness, increased feelings of self-actualization and increased memory and learning ability.
Simple Techniques
One of the first times I sat back and realized as a nurse that I was using meditation techniques was when a patient of mine had a cardiac rhythm in the 140's. I immediately rushed into the room and found her sitting there struggling to breath and grasping her chest. Yelling for the doctor to be called I grasped the patients hand and told her to take deep breaths and concentrate. This is the purse lip breathing technique taught to all nurses.
Within minutes her breathing became regular and her heart rate dropped down to the 80's. Her blood pressure became stable and she calmed down while waiting on the Doctors return call. I don't recommend this to anyone outside the healthcare profession. The woman had a minor heart attack and the technique worked to calm her down and further any complications. The woman went to surgery and came and came out fine. Yet the techniques of meditation were a tremendous help.
So what is a simple technique of meditation? As I said earlier, concentrative meditation is the easiest. Mainly focusing on the breathing.
Studies show that between the hours of 2pm and 4pm most of us get sleepy and grab a soda or candy bar to help finish the day. Let's do something healthier that gives you more energy.
Give yourself one minute. That's it. Don't set an alarm but concentrate on your breathing.
Take a deep breath for 5 seconds, hold it for 5 seconds, then release it for 5 seconds. While the lungs are empty, hold it for an additional 5 seconds. Then inhale another 5 seconds and repeat the process. Do this for 1 minute. Inhale, hold, exhale, hold, inhale, etc. You'll find that you have more energy and have done without the sweets. You can do this while sitting in straight back chair as long as you hold a good posture. If needed, put a pillow behind your back to correct your posture.
Another simple meditation techinque is the walking meditation. Are you someone who enjoys walks in the morning or evening? If so, this technique will help tremendously.
Go on your walk but concentrate on your feet and legs. Don't look around. Any images or thoughts that enter your mind, throw them off. Don't get upset that they do, they will. Just ignore them. Then refocus on the feet and legs. Focus on every step you take, gaze ahead, don't look around. Concentrate on your muscles. Feel them flexing and bending. Feel your foot hitting the ground. You'll find yourself walking farther and feeling more relaxed at the end.
Do you have problems getting to sleep at night? I know I have many times. This is a technique I discovered that I found to be a normal meditation techinque to help with sleep.
There have been many nights where I lay down and am worried about a patient and couldn't sleep. Try this and I guarantee it helps.
First, concentrate on your breathing. Close your eyes and picture something beautiful. Move your thoughts to the top of your head, concentrate on the muscles relaxing. As they relax, move your mind to the next lower muscles, the eyes. Throw any throughts you have out. Just concentrate on relaxing the muscles. Work you're way down your body. Through the muscles of the heart, abdomen, legs and feet. I'm usually asleep by the time I get to the feet. I just focus on each muscle and relaxing each one. All other thoughts are gone or thrown out.
Hopefully this article has been of some help. Next, I'll give the medical benefits, benefical meditation postions and more.
As a nurse I must state this. Please, if you have any medical problems that you feel needs professional attention, consult your physician. This article does not replace any advice given by your physican. Consult all parties you are with. Do not use this advice to avoid medical attention. | literotica |
Title: Mature Prudish Woman Blackmailed Ch. 02
Tags: gynaecologist, humiliation, cuckold, wife, submissive, spanking, tit slapping, watching, fetish
*This story is part 2 of Mature Prudish Woman Blackmailed. It is advised that you read part one first.
All comments welcomed.*
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Two years had passed since I had married and become pregnant by my young lover. In that time I had been incredibly fortunate to conceive and carry another perfectly normal child, before my periods had stopped altogether and I had become infertile.
Those two years were wonderful, not least in the bedroom, as I had caught up on 30 or more years of sexual repression and a puritanical lifestyle.
One weekend my in-laws looked after my babies to give me a rest (or so they said, in fact they just wanted an excuse to indulge themselves of their beloved grandchildren) I had hand-expressed milk for them and also made up formula for them in my absence and packed them off, both reluctantly and excitedly for the weekend.
Jack had been forced to go into work on an emergency, therefore spoiling my first day entirely.
I was pissed off big time and had gone to a friend's house, where several women gathered and sat around drinking wine and gossiping. I got rather tipsy.
I was at home when Jack returned and I launched into him about him being a bastard and working instead of being with me. He explained all the reasons why he had had to work (which were perfectly reasonable and understandable and basically he was in the right.) This didn't cut any ice with me, I was being a complete bitch and wouldn't even consider the fact that his day had been ruined too and that he no more wanted to work than I did.
As the row continued Jack was becoming more and more upset with my attitude towards him, but my wine befuddled brain didn't want to know. Jack warned me and then warned me again and again about what I was saying to him and how I was treating him. That was when the words that would change things in our life spilled out.
"So what are you going to do about it then? Put me over your knee?" I said in a mocking and taunting voice.
So he did.
The first I knew was when Jack grabbed my arm and pulled me across the room to a high backed chair. I was laid over his knee with my dress around my waist before I knew it.
The first hard and loud 'smack' startled me into silence for a moment, until my brain registered what was happening, and when the second, third, fourth etc hit me I became really angry.
"Let me go you bastard, how dare you do this to me? Who the hell do you think you are?" I screamed at him.
Jack remained detached and simply tanned my ass for me.
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As I smacked Julie's selfish ass for her, I couldn't help but start to actually enjoy it. I looked down at her gorgeous cheeks as they became redder and redder, I grabbed the sexy, lacy panties she always wore for me and pulled them down her thighs, her bum now totally bare to me.
The spanking continued for quite a while until I noticed one very big difference in the situation.
Julie had gone quiet.
Gone were the bucking and writhing and physical attempts to stop me and gone were the verbal obscenities and complaints.
As I smacked her ass I thought I noticed something, and then thought,
"No I was mistaken, but shortly afterwards I thought, There it goes again."
Julie's legs were opening, only by an inch at a time, but it was enough to expose her pussy to me. Her hips had started to raise themselves in time with my hand coming down across her bum, again only by an almost imperceptible amount at first, but it was becoming more pronounced each time. After a few more minutes, during which time there was no longer any doubt about my wife's reactions, I slid my hand down her ass and cupped her pussy in my palm, the middle finger just parting her slightly, just enough to feel her sodden lips.
What happened next was pure instinct on both our parts. We had never studied the spanking scene or been interested in any way with BDSM or the milder dom/sub scene. We were just two people in love who followed our gut instinct.
I pulled Julie off my lap and told her to stand. I ordered her to the bedroom and to stand in the corner. Julie stood like a little girl holding her sore ass cheeks in both her hands, looking at the floor. I went to the bed and got two pillows which I placed on top of each other at the foot of the bed, right on the edge.
I simply pointed at them and Julie instinctively knew what I wanted.
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As Jack pointed at the bed I quietly moved to it. I lay across the bed my arms spread-eagle with my face in the sheets. I lay with my pelvis over the pillows with my feet on the floor and my legs spread wide. I had my heels on which helped my position and how I looked. With my panties around one leg and my ass and pussy pushed upwards I was ready, Oh God was I ready.
Without discussing it, we both knew that this was to be a 'punishment fuck' it was nothing to do with me, it was simply the man using my pussy for his pleasure. This turned me on even more, years before when Jack had first ever told me to turn over, I took it as an order and it gave me a thrill to realise that I got sexually excited at the submissive nature of the moment. Now I submissively waited to be taken by him again.
(In all the months and years to come, whenever I was punish-fucked by Jack I never failed to orgasm. I was always so turned on, that I was way ahead of Jack in readiness to cum. I hid this to the best of my ability because it wasn't about me, it was about him using me and if I took any obvious pleasure from it, it would ruin the scene we had created.)
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The fuck lasted nothing more than a few minutes, I was rock hard and so turned on as I watched my cock stretch that pussy to its limits. The sight of her ass cheeks red raw and already starting to show the makings of several bruises sent me over the top. I fucked her like a bitch on heat, I didn't care about her needs or anything. That pussy was mine and I used it.
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We lay in each others arms not speaking for ages until Jack moved from me. I was laid face down then suddenly flinched in fear as he touched my bum cheeks (it was too soon for another spanking) but then I felt his hands gently caressing my rosy mounds. Jack had got some cream from my dresser and was gently and tenderly applying it to my rapidly bruising cheeks. The fire in my bum abated a little as he applied to cold cream and I felt myself snuggling into the bed and actually making appreciative noises like I was purring!
Although things like this needed to be spontaneous, the extreme (for us) nature of what had happened and what would undoubtedly happen again, needed to be discussed.
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Julie and I talked about what had happened and how much we were both turned on by it. However there needed to be boundaries, safe words for Julie when she wanted me to stop, that would let me know she wasn't acting. Julie would also need recovery time, this was not hardcore BDSM and neither did we want it to be. I did not want to cut or hurt my baby any amount above the mild spanking I had given her. She would however be still bruised for a while afterwards and we had to decide how often she wanted/needed this to happen.
We needed to learn as we progressed as we were simply amateurs following instinct. We realised that we had to be very careful.
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The most surprising element of the direction we had taken hit me long after the actual event. As my bruises came out on my bum I realised that they were actually giving me great pleasure. As I walked or sat or moved around I could feel the soreness in my cheeks and I loved it. I found myself standing and re-sitting more than was necessary, just so I could get that painful/pleasurable ache as I sat. I became very aware of my ass and the pain it brought me was exquisite.
After a couple of weeks I had recovered and I was starting to miss that constant pleasurable feeling my sore ass had given me.
I asked Jack to punish me again.
I prepared myself for our first planned session, shaking, nervous and a little excited. I had been wearing stockings and garter belts for Jack almost constantly and knew how turned on by it he was. However I knew that this time it would be THE time of all for him. I knew that dressed as I was, in the situation we would be in, would blow his mind.
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We decided to change the method for Julie's punishment and tonight I was going to use a belt and a cane (to an agreed level) on her poor ass.
I was nervous and excited as I waited for Julie to enter the bedroom and when she did I was stopped dead. She looked stunningly sexy, but when unprompted she lay herself over the pillows and lay face down on the bed, I nearly came in my pants.
Julie had bought a shelf bra which presented her tits to me so sexily as she walked across the room, she looked gorgeous, when she bent over the bed in her black stockings, lacy suspender belt, her shapely legs sculpted by the most outrageous pair of black stilettos you have ever seen, she looked as good as any woman could ever have looked.
This was the hottest sight I had ever seen in my life, and she was mine!
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I lay in nervous anticipation, but Jack made sure my anxiety wasn't prolonged. The first swish of the belt cracked across my buttocks and made me groan.
It was beautiful.
For the duration of my discipline I was lost in myself and the blissful torture of the moment. I squirmed and writhed and ground my tits into the bed as my lover used a belt and then a cane on me. The rhythmical sting of the cane as Jack punished me was so pleasurable that for the first time in my life I came without any sexual activity.
I don't know if the cane caught my pussy and I was unaware of it (I highly doubt it, as it would have been seriously painful) but something suddenly started to spark between my legs. My vagina was convulsing and twitching unaided as I had the most explosive orgasm you can imagine without even being touched there.
Jack suddenly stopped caning me and simply fucked me. I don't know how quickly other women can orgasm in quick succession, but as Jacks huge cock plundered my pussy and I felt the exquisite pain as he grabbed my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed them violently, I had another body wracking orgasm, screaming and wailing as my body and my vagina reached new heights.
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I gazed down at my wife's beautiful ass, all red and purple with bruises and dozens of lines across her cheeks where the cane had hit her and I watched her screaming and panting in ecstasy, having the first double orgasm that I had ever given her. I watched my cock fuck her sodden cunt and I simply exploded. Incredibly powerful jets of cum erupted from me, more intense and strong than ever, what an orgasm!
Julie lay over the pillows for a while as we both 'came back down' from the experience. My God what a sight, black stocking clad legs, garter belt and those great legs in those outrageous stilettos. She eventually stood (very gingerly due to her stinging ass) and moved onto the bed properly. As she lay face down I moved to her and tenderly and lovingly poured soothing oil onto her bum and very carefully massaged it in for her.
God how I loved her, I was going to have a problem reconciling that fact with the fact I was getting great sexual pleasure from hurting her.
I was trying to balance things out somehow later that night, when I made love to Julie in the gentlest way and with the most tenderness that I knew how.
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A few days after the spanking had passed and my bruises had really come out now. Jack and I had put the babies down for the night and had started to 'get amorous' on the couch. We were both horny and the sex rapidly turned into one of those frantic, grabbing, grasping fired up kind of desperate fucks. We were tearing at each others bodies acting like dogs in heat. Jack was toying with my nipples squeezing them and pulling at them, when in his frantic excitement he pinched and pulled them at the same time, a little too hard.
"Ouch, oh that hurt baby," I yelped.
Jack was mortified he had hurt me so and started to apologise profusely. I leant my forehead against his and whispered,
"Oh baby, please do it again."
Startled Jack seemed to look into my face for confirmation,
"Please Jack, do it to me again, I need it" I whispered.
We then proceeded to have a wild and frantic fuck, Jack pulling, pinching and squeezing my breasts. He would pull my breasts by the nipples to the fullest extent then pinch the hard aching buds at that point.
As I said before this was not violent, abusive BDSM, this was us making love. Jack just seemed to know instinctively what the cut off point for my pain threshold was. It was painful but only to the point of being pleasurably so.
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Julie's tits had always been exactly how I love them, then her pregnancy elevated them into a whole different league. Now however, with her breasts still swollen and heavy with breastfeeding and always having hard, purple, bruised and constantly erect nipples, they were out of this world.
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A few days after our spanking night, I was walking in town pushing my babies along. I had enjoyed the soreness in my body since we had started this new adventure, but it was just then that the whole aspect of what I was feeling hit me.
I was suddenly so aware of myself and my body, I could feel my bruised bum with every step I took. My nipples were incredibly tender yet I was doing everything I could to stimulate them. I would deliberately pick out a bra with no padding at all, so the harsh rough lace would scrape against my nipples and stimulate them. Sometimes I would go out braless, not in see-through or revealing tops (This was about us not anyone else) but in blouses that would enable my breasts to bounce as I walked, to jiggle and to sway from side to side (especially in my heels, which I seemed to wear almost exclusively for this purpose) The stimulation of the fabric against my nipples as I walked excited me and my whole body seemed to thrill with the exquisite pleasure that soreness gave me.
Due to the bruising of my nipples and the way I acted towards them, it meant they were permanently erect, engorged and stimulated.
I felt so ALIVE.
I was trying to keep what figure I had after giving birth twice. I was swimming at the local pool regularly (or as often as two babies would allow) I had to be very careful depending on the condition of my body, for instance, if I had received my punishment recently then I would be marked and bruised. In those times I would make sure I was alone before undressing, leaving my shower until I got home and quickly putting my dress on to cover myself again.
I had not had a spanking from Jack for a couple of weeks and the bruises had all but gone. I went to the pool and after swimming I joined the other women in showering. After doing this for a few days I started to notice one of the women looking at me, I tried to ignore it but after taking a sneaky look in the wall mirror I could plainly tell, she was looking at my tits and my ass.
Because of this unwanted attention, I couldn't help but start to look at her in return. To cut a long story short one day it finally hit me - she too had the marks of being disciplined. Other women would not notice, as none of us were models with flawless complexions, we all sported the marks and blemishes of real life. But to someone involved in the same sexual activity, it was all so clear. I could see the slightly black marks underneath the surface that were indicative of old bruises that were all but gone.
One day we caught each other looking, and looked up at the same time. We exchanged a slightly embarrassed, but knowing smile.
A few days later and my body was having withdrawal symptoms from being spanked and disciplined, I was very horny yes, but my body was aching more for the pleasure a little pain would bring, as much as simply having sex.
I waited for everyone to leave the changing rooms and in desperation I went around the corner into a little hidden area of the L shaped room. I couldn't stop myself, I needed to feel alive again, so I stood, naked and pulled my nipples. I pinched and pulled and stretched and squeezed myself, longing for the exquisite feeling of blood rushing into my nipples, engorging them and for the gentle ache/pain that would follow.
"Shall I help you with that Dear?"
It stunned me and brought me out of my dream like state. Before I could even react or respond, the woman who I knew shared my tastes stepped forward and shocked me into silence when she harshly slapped the side of my breast.
"What the?... How?... Why are you?... were the only incoherent things I managed to emit, during which time she had slapped my breast twice, three times, four. The woman was older than me and bigger in height, body type and breast size, I found myself meekly lowering my arms to my sides and submitting to her as she slapped my tits from one side to the other quite harshly.
This unexpected 'assault' had me stunned into inactivity and by the time a few minutes had passed, my tits were bright red. She slapped the sides, slapped down onto them and hit them with what could only be described as an upper cut in order to strike my sagging nipples full on.
What would have happened if we had been undisturbed I will never know, but the sudden bang of the double doors and the echo of chatter coming down the corridor broke the spell. The woman turned to leave and I rather pathetically whispered,
"Thank you."
"That's all right dear she said, I have lived the life you are doing for years. I simply recognised a soul mate and I knew your need. She continued, I only wish I had had someone to turn to at times, I was just happy to help. Who knows she said as a parting comment, you may be able to return the favour someday." She simply left.
The nearing voices shook me from my inactivity and I instantly realised I needed to get some clothes on before they rounded the corner. I rushed to my hook, put on my tiny white panties, grabbed my light summer frock and pulled it down.
The journey home was so exciting, and so illicit. Braless I felt the new experience of my whole breast aching, rather than just the nipple to be incredibly stimulating. As I walked along, my breasts swaying and bouncing wildly against my dress, I marvelled at what had just happened. We were not lesbians, this was not the start of a same sex affair, the woman had simply recognised a 'Kindred Spirit' and on a once only basis, had both helped me and taught me, how to take my sex life a little further.
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Julie undressing before me that night gave me a major shock, her tits were red and swollen and bruised. My first reaction was an obvious and reasonable assumption to jump to, she had been with another man and indulged her needs with him.
I don't need to recount the conversation, suffice it to say, as I was told of the days shocking proceedings, I at first became nervous of what she was about to tell me, then amazed by what had happened and slowly but increasingly excited, not on my own behalf, but on Julie's. As she told me the story I could see her slowly becoming agitated, she began to flush and I could tell the excitement in her voice, she seemed to be coming alive right in front of my eyes.
Whatever happened to my wife today had had a profound impact on her.
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I so desperately needed Jack to firstly accept my behaviour, secondly appreciate it, and thirdly fuck me into oblivion!
I slid to the floor in front of him and in an agitated and frantic state I sucked his cock for him like a cheap whore. I needed him inside me desperately and told him so.
"Please Jack, use me like a slut," I begged
He lay on the bed and simply said
"Help yourself," with a grin on his face.
I climbed on the bed and slung one leg over him, reaching down I took his rock hard cock and guided in between my legs. I sat back on him and felt that oh so familiar sensation as my vagina was forced open. Due to being used by this big cock for a couple of years now and the birth of two children I no longer had the tight virgin like channel Jack had enjoyed at first, he had stretched me out. I was still small enough down there though, that it didn't stop the feeling of my soft wet walls being forced apart deep inside me.
I impaled myself on him and started to fuck myself with his cock while he lay back just grinning and watching. I sat upright on him and clasped my hands behind my head.
"Oh please baby, I need it, I need you to slap me, use me, hurt me baby," I was desperate for him to use my already red, swollen and tender breasts.
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Slap.
I gently slapped the side of Julie's tits one after the other, just gently knocking them from side to side. I slowly increased the force with which I hit them, until they bounced and bucked and jumped wildly. I slapped her on the sides, then slapped down on them and then used the back of my hand to hit her bruised nipples in an uppercut motion.
I looked at Julie and I was amazed, it was as though I had lost her for the moment. Her head was thrown back and she looked like she was in another zone. As she raised herself up and down on me I grabbed and pulled her nipples which seemed to flick a switch.
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The exertion of using Jack's huge cock and having to raise myself to the highest point I could, then sliding it back into me, the incredible sensation and feeling it gave me, the intense pain/pleasure in my breasts, left me sweating and panting, my hair stuck to my face and my body slick with sweat. Then it happened, it was all too much for me, I opened my legs as far as I could, which allowed me to drop into his lap and impale myself totally on his cock. At that moment as I felt his cock head press against my sensitive cervix and I felt as full of his cock as I ever had done before, Jack gave my nipples a squeeze and pulled them to their absolute limit.
I came like never before. Sparks went off all over my body, not just my stretched and battered pussy, but it seemed like my entire insides were climaxing. I clenched my bum cheeks which gave me a slight painful thrill, my breasts and nipples were on fire.
My whole body was alive and in a convulsing orgasm.
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I lay there like a piece of meat. My beautiful wife had simply used my cock as a means to an end. I felt a little jealous watching her as though it had nothing to do with me. Watching her cum like that was an incredible turn on and I wanted to use her in return. Swiftly grabbing her and rolling her over and directing her onto her knees, I simply grabbed her hips and fucked her like a bitch. I pounded her sodden wet pussy violently (It was weird, almost like I was fucking someone I hated) and I had myself a climax, which although it didn't come close to matching Julie's, was still an incredibly powerful and pleasant one.
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Making love to this young boy over our time together had been a wonderful thing. Whether making love or having sex he had always pleasured me as much as I thought he could. Today that changed, the orgasm I had just had, elevated my sexuality to a whole different level. It had excited me so much I wanted to be dirty and although I wasn't and never would be a slut outside my marriage, I wanted to feel and act like one for my lover.
When Jack pulled his wonderful long length from me, I knelt on the bed and just like all that time ago, I let his cum fall from me. This time however I didn't let it soak the sheets for me to sleep in, this time I caught it all in the palm of my hand.
I looked Jack in the eye, told him how much I loved him and in an action that I would never have thought possible at one time, I raised my hand to my mouth and let the massive amount of semen he had pumped into my pussy, slowly slide from my hand into my mouth.
The spanking and 'tit slapping' sex life we had developed between us continued. We studied scenes posted on the internet of couples engaged in the spanking and tit slapping activities and learned how others had developed their methods. We would always allow a few weeks to pass between sessions. This enabled me to recover physically and it also meant that it did not become commonplace and we wouldn't tire of it. It remained something special between us.
Oh God how it used to frustrate me waiting though. I would yearn for, need and be desperate for Jack to spank and slap me, but that frustration of having to wait, simply made the exquisite ache for release even more tortuous. The lovemaking when the time did finally arrive, was worth every frustrating, moment that my body had been aching for and crying out for.
After my discipline, the condition of my body and the feeling I had when I was in this state, somehow made the bond between my husband and I stronger. As I felt the ache as I went about my daily activities, it somehow felt like he was there, he had done this to me and every time I felt it, it brought him closer in my mind. Even breastfeeding my babies brought me fresh stimulation. Feeding my babies was in absolutely no way a sexual thing, but the tender nipples when suckled by my children and the wonderful hurt it caused me, somehow bonded us even closer. The beautiful sensation a woman has when feeding her children was simply intensified a hundred fold.
I have no secrets for my husband
Except one
We had had a lovemaking session a few days previously and my body was freshly marked with the raised welts, redness and bruises from the cane. My breasts were red and sore and bruised all over from the session and as usual my nipples were constantly erect and engorged from Jack's attention.
I needed my annual pap smear and called into the clinic to book an appointment with Dr. Jones, the lady who had done my test since I could remember. It was a logistical nightmare trying to find the time with two children to look after and while they were with their grandparents for the afternoon I called at the clinic to make an appointment. I was told my timing couldn't have been better as they had just got a 'no show' for an examination and I could be seen immediately. The relief I felt as I realised that I could get it out of the way here and now clouded my thinking, it wasn't until I had gone through into the examining room that the obvious finally hit me,
"Oh God, what about the condition of my body?" the realisation hit me like a stone.
I tried to make apologies and back out of the exam, but the nurse would have none of it and quite simply bullied me into going ahead.
"Please undress behind the screen, the Doctor will be here in a moment he is just getting ready."
That was the second thing my befuddled brain didn't pick up on until it was too late,
"He."
Although in the privacy of my own bedroom I had become very active sexually, that was in private. In public I still remained that shy, timid and puritanical woman that I naturally was, just because I loved to screw with my husband didn't alter who I was and had been all my life.
Naked, nervous and incredibly embarrassed, I stood in front of this stranger. He was older than I expected and was probably nearing retirement. I felt him looking up and down at my body and wanted the ground to open and swallow me up.
He had me sit on the gynaecological chair in the normal position and asked me to put one arm behind my head. He then began to examine my breasts for any sign of lumps or abnormalities.
It was torture. Of all the actions that I didn't need at that point in time was a breast examination. The very actions I didn't need were a man pushing his fingers into every square inch of my flesh and rubbing with a circular motion. It was that action which re-stimulated every bruise and sore point there was.
When he touched my nipples I nearly shot out of the chair.
"Mrs Grove, I am sorry to have to ask you this, but it is part of the position I hold, he paused a little then continued, I have to ask, are you being abused or beaten in the home? Are you the victim of domestic violence Mrs Grove? You must tell me."
"I could have died having to tell a complete stranger this, but I knew this was a dangerous situation for us and I had to be completely honest. I looked at him and felt surprisingly thankful towards him for his concern.
"No Doctor, I began, please believe me what you see here is the result of one hundred percent, totally consensual sexual activity. There is nothing abusive going on here."
He seemed to accept this and asked me to lie back on the chair and to put my legs in the stirrups.
I wanted to die. As my legs opened I actually felt my pink, wet lips separate from each other due to their stickiness.
This Doctor had probably seen, over the course of his career, every type of woman there is. From a frightened fourteen year old virgin, to the cynical seen it all before old lady and all types in-between would had been in his chair. But that was no consolation to me, I felt like the shy virgin, I had never been examined by a man before and all the elements of the situation conspired against me.
I felt the incredible embarrassment of my body condition, the humiliation and sheer embarrassment of my physical position in front of this stranger, the desperately unwanted manipulation of my vagina by his fingers as he felt my outer lips and pulled my little pink lips from side to side looking for any signs of abnormalities.
These emotions and feeling like a shy little virgin under his gaze had the worst possible effect.
I was incredibly wet down there.
Although the Doctor had probably seen it all before, that didn't help me in the here-and-now, it quite simply left me in the humiliating state of obvious sexual arousal. It was an ever decreasing circle, the more embarrassed I was the wetter I became and the wetter I became the more embarrassed I was.
The Doctor tried to ignore my state and in a professional manner he still put gel on his fingers to enter me. (I read later that this was standard practice and didn't draw any more attention than was necessary to the patient's state of lubrication.)
I lay tense and uncomfortable with what was to happen next. After explaining the reasons behind it, he inserted one finger into my anus and one into my vagina simultaneously. I audibly gasped and my pelvis rose.
The examination simply went from bad to worse. After changing gloves, he pushed two fingers into my vagina and bent them upwards slightly and began pressing on my abdomen to feel my tubes etc.
I swear I couldn't help it, it was an involuntary action that I was totally unaware I was making. The fingers in me were making me clench my bum, which in turn just served to make the situation worse as the pain/pleasure of my tender cheeks stung me. I was ever so slightly raising my hips to meet his fingers.
The situation was getting out of hand and my actions and reactions were making the examination more and more difficult. So in what I believe was a very experienced decision the Doctor resolved the situation.
He made me cum.
In an amazingly professional and detached way the Medic simply ran his thumb across my engorged, hard, aching clitoris. Three, four, five, by the time his thumb grazed across my throbbing little button for only the sixth time I came.
The Doctor did not continue, as soon as he knew I was going to have an orgasm he simply stood and walked to a table and facing the wall he pretended to read something.
As I shuddered, I could hear the nurse in the next room banging things and sorting instruments or whatever she was doing. I needed to orgasm quietly and managed to get through the shocking climax with only a few grunts.
After a few moments the Doctor turned around and acting as though nothing whatsoever had happened, he continued my examination totally detached and professionally. I believe this man was so experienced he knew there was only one way to deal with the situation and I believe he acted without reproach and simply resolved the situation that 'The stupid woman in the chair' had created.
After inserting the speculum and looking at parts of me no man had ever seen before, he took a swab and coldly told me we were finished. On hearing this, the nurse re-entered the room,
"Could she hear everything after all?" I wondered.
She handed me a paper towel to mop up the terrible mess between my legs.
"Did she just smirk at me?" I wondered, and then as I stood I caught sight of myself in the mirror. There was the most obvious post-orgasm rash around my throat and the top of my chest!
I was told that I could get dressed again and as I went to the screen I did something I didn't understand then and I don't understand now. This puritanical, shy, innocent little housewife got her clothes and then deliberately stepped a couple of paces from behind the screen into view.
I wanted him to see me naked, I wanted him to watch me dress.
Although this man had seen the very insides of my vagina and been party to things with me no other man had ever been, somehow being naked in a 'normal' sense and not spread-eagle like a specimen was different.
In the examination I had been nobody to him and he was just simply a man doing the procedure on me. Now I was an ordinary woman who found herself standing naked, not in front of a doctor, but in front of a strange man.
It was not allowing my state of arousal to abate.
He pretended he wasn't looking.
Feeling very, very naughty and still quite turned on, I instinctively put my heels on first. Had I dressed then put my shoes on normally it would have been unnoticeable, but stood naked except for heels I was just begging to be looked at.
I deliberately faced him so he could see me naked in a natural situation. I really didn't know why I was doing this, I didn't want to do anything with him, I was fiercely loyal and faithful to my young husband. I could only assume the new found confidence I had, strangely and perversely coupled with the acute embarrassment I had just experienced, only served to make a heady cocktail that I didn't know how to deal with.
I pulled on my tiny (and I mean TINY) white panties, deliberately as slowly as I could, getting them caught a little on my thighs which 'accidentally' delayed me hiding my neat little hairy pussy from his view. I reluctantly pulled the tiny fabric over my pussy and hitched the thin strap in the rear right up into my bum.
Although I was wearing a bra when I arrived, I wanted the journey home to stimulate my bruised nipples, I also wanted him to see my tits a little longer as I pulled my little summer frock over my head. At the time the frock was over my head and our faces were hidden from each other, the Doctor didn't think I could see him looking. He watched as I stood in my tiny panties and heels, breasts swaying until the dress fell down over my body and covered me from view.
And this incident is one that will definitely not be shared with my intensely jealous and possessive husband (not yet).
It was at this point I finally realized that my sex drive and sex life were stating to get out of hand. I didn't come to that conclusion just because I wanted a stranger to see me naked, no I came to the realization because I had started fantasizing all the time.
Jack had been an avid porn fan in his youth and he had brought that habit into our marriage. I used to like to watch porn with him and marveled at what for me was so novel, new and exciting. Watching others have sex was incredibly 'way out' to me and I couldn't believe that amateurs would actually film themselves then post it on the internet.
We watched clips on sites like xhamster and looked at all the different types of sexual habits there was out there. I was fascinated by all the different angles there was to peoples likes and tastes I began to get quietly, but very excited, when we saw the 'wife watching' stuff. I came to understand that this is usually a male preserve, getting into watching the wife fuck, but it wasn't Jack who was turned on by it (or so I thought) it was me!
We didn't know it at the time but we both liked same idea (as a fantasy no more) but were both too shy for either to openly admit it.
We didn't watch the pro-produced stuff as it seemed so plastic, false and scripted, but the homemade porn caught my imagination.
One thing that captured my imagination and became the root of all my fantasies, was the idea of being in a room with 2-3 strangers and all of them taking me. I didn't get into the clips of swingers and group sex etc, where they all seemed to know each other and it seemed to be a regular thing, what turned me on was being used by total strangers.
I loved Jack desperately and he kept me more than busy in bed, but I had been awakened, I was jealous that all the other women in the world had enjoyed what I was enjoying for their whole lives and not just for the last couple of years. I was only 53 and Jack had created an insatiable woman in me.
Jack and I both realized that this was becoming an issue when we found that our comments were changing. We used to watch clips and say "Oh how could she?" "Yeah as if that would ever happen," and be generally dismissive of the issue. Without realizing it, we had migrated to "Wow I bet she loved that." and "Oh how horny and hot is this?" type comments.
...
I loved watching porn with my beautiful wife and I loved how alive and vibrant she became whilst watching. I fully understood Julie's old life and how it affected her now. I loved her dearly and she me, so any idea of another man having her turned my stomach with jealousy. However the more we watched and the more I discretely observed her and her reactions, I started to get a little hot myself.
In a moment of nonsensical reasoning I found myself thinking,
"After what you did to her and what you put her through a couple of years ago, you owe it to her."
I know this line of reasoning was ridiculous, but the level of love I had for her, when combined by the level of guilt I sometimes felt towards her, created a very potent cocktail in my head.
I was going to let her do it, what's more I was going to have to be the one to actually organize it all.
"Julie, I said to get her attention, tell me truthfully sweetheart, would you actually like to have the experience of sleeping with a stranger?"
In an instant the atmosphere changed, you could suddenly cut it with a knife, the most anxious, exciting, fearful, heart pounding, seconds passed.
"Only with your permission Darling, she whispered barely being able to speak, I will never ever cheat on you, or be unfaithful to you in any way, but if we could do it together, if we could turn it into an experience a loving couple could share, then I would like to yes."
The die was cast, we made slow lingering love, not a frantic fuck as you would expect in the circumstances. This wasn't simply an exercise in getting Julie fucked, this was two people embarking on a frightening journey and we needed to show our love for each other as a security thing.
The set-up was long and laborious and I won't bore you with it. The only major issue for me, was what did I do when this was going on? Did I sit at home waiting for my wife to return and tell me all about it? Or did I go completely the other direction and actually sit on the bed holding her hand and almost being a part of it? In the end we settled on somewhere in between, I would stay in the bathroom until they had started and slowly creep out and stand in a corner.
Although everyone involved would know I was there and it would create a feeling of security for Julie, I wasn't going to be noticeable and spoil their fun.
...
As I walked along the hotel corridor in was literally shaking, I was incredibly nervous, but I was excited and frightened at the same time.
I knocked on the door and went in.
That's when the abstract fantasy and theoretical situation changed. The whole situation became so real in the here-and-now.
There wasn't a man waiting for me, there were two, and they were both black.
In my fantasies, the man was white, young, good looking, a hunk straight from a cologne advert.
What Jack had arranged for me was two of the most nondescript black guys you could imagine. They didn't look like homeless hobos or tramps don't get me wrong, but one was fat, about 60 and not to put too fine a point on it - ugly, and one guy about 50 that you would walk past in the street without even noticing.
It was then I realized, Jack had known all along what this was about, he had fully understood the theoretical fantasy that I had and had been ahead of me in understanding what I needed. If I was going to have sex with a stranger, then that's what it had to be, not some hired hunk to make love to and live out a glossy magazine fantasy, but dirty sex with two random men from the street.
Jack and I both understood that sex was 10% physical and 90% mental. The physical sensations would be more or less the same whoever you were with, but the 90% that the mind controlled, the matter of who, where, when, how, you were doing things, was what determined the level of the sexual experience.
If I had wanted a genuine stranger experience and not some sham arrangement, I was about to get it.
"But two of them? And black?"
I stood feeling overdressed, they both wore plain, bland everyday clothes and I had on a cocktail dress. We would still be there now, staring at each other if guy one (I never wanted to know names, that was what made it so dirty) approached me, took me by the hand and pulled me further into the room and towards the bed.
"Now then little lady, why don't we all get a little more acquainted?" he said.
In a daze I let him kiss me.
"God I was kissing this unknown old guy and not just the lip kissing but he had started pushing his tongue onto mine outside out mouths, licking each others tongues and sucking on each other, just like in all the clips I had seen.
It was dirty kissing and I tried to make myself stop thinking about who I was with and where, but then I realized that was the whole point! Although I had been shocked and knocked awry by the two chosen by my husband, I had no intention of backing out.
They took turns kissing me and fondling my bum. As guy two had me in a clinch feverously slurping on my outstretched tongue, I felt my zipper go down at the back.
I stopped kissing him and stepped back and as I lowered my dress from my shoulders and eased it down over my body, I did so never breaking eye contact with my beloved husband, who stood in the corner watching me.
I stood before two total and absolute strangers in the lingerie my 'cologne advert man' would have appreciated. I also realized at that point why Jack had insisted that I wear white stockings and suspenders and the white shelf bra and tiny panties, the contrast between these black men who were just about to fuck me and the virginal white that I wore was stark and exciting.
My body was clean and free of any marks, I had not been disciplined in the lead up, both of us wanting me to look my best.
I left my shelf bra on so it held my breasts up as though I was presenting them to these men and stood in my heels, as man one knelt before me and slowly pulled down my panties. The feeling was so incredibly exciting, my pussy was slowly exposed to him and for the first time ever I revealed a perfectly smooth and completely hairless pubic mound to a man. I found myself turned on by telling him that I had just shaved it an hour ago, especially for him.
Things seemed to move quickly once I was exposed to these strangers, the sight of my body naked and available seemed to spur them on. They wasn't here to make love to me, they were here because someone told them they could fuck me.
Guy one stood, then pushed me down to the floor.
"Get my cock out lady, he ordered and suck it real good for me."
He was joined at my side by his friend and I reached for two zippers at the same time. After unzipping them I pulled out two big, long and gnarled black cocks, one was about the same size as Jack and one a bit smaller. I felt so excited and so relieved when I found that they had cocks big enough to satisfy me, both the fantasy and the reality wouldn't work for me if they had had small cocks. Jack had been all too aware of this when he found my 'lovers' for me, they were going to satisfy me very nicely.
I then alternately put the dicks of two men who I had never seen until a couple of minutes before, into my mouth. I was sucking off a man other than my husband, I was sucking two complete and utter strangers' cocks.
As I held them both at the base, the big lengths were long enough to go through my fist and still bend back towards the floor at the other side. Guy-two's dick hardened and became rigid and smooth but older man one who was the biggest of the two stayed a little soft-ish. It was as though he couldn't get enough blood to make him fully erect just like I had seen in some pornos. As I drew his helmet into my mouth I found that his cock head stayed a little soft too and was spongy and had a leathery look to it, not like his rigid and smooth friend.
I knelt like a whore and sucked their cocks.
I sucked on and on as I waited for them to make the next move, I did not want to initiate anything, I wanted them to use me in anyway they wanted and to be simply used by them.
"Time for the show lady," said man one as he quite roughly pulled me up to my feet. He dragged me (quite unnecessarily harshly, but I think he was getting all fired up and turned on) by the hand to the bed and pushed me on.
"On your knees baby, I like to fuck white bitches like a dog," he commanded.
Had Jack told them to be like this? Or was the guy treating me like shit naturally?
I turned over on the bed, lowered my face into the sheets, raised my hips and presented my dripping wet pink pussy for him to use.
I was ready, Jesus I was ready. He settled in behind me and after only a few minutes since seeing this man for the first time ever, I let him push his big black cock through my waiting smooth lips, force open my inner lips and open my vagina with his big tool. He pushed himself into me until he was fully embedded inside me.
A complete and total stranger was fucking me.
And that's what he did. There was to be no finesse, he wasn't interested in me, he just fucked me like a whore.
I loved it.
I felt every inch of him, every glorious inch as he defiled me. My pussy gripped and hugged and caressed every single part of his dick as it slid relentlessly inside my vagina. I could hear the sounds of screwing in my ears, the slapping of skin, the grunting, the 'Oohs and Aahs' of the people involved, and I could hear a strange voice begging him to,
"Fuck me, Oh God fuck me, use that slut pussy as you want, just give me that big black cock."
I was on the verge of orgasm, when the first stranger emptied his cum deep inside my pussy. Grunting, thrusting and banging me viciously he dumped his hot sticky seed into my intimate depths.
I needed to cum and I acted in a way that summed up exactly why I was here. I urged him to pull out of me as quickly as he could, I desperately needed his friend to fuck me and drive me to the orgasm I had just missed. Acting like a crazed woman I frantically grabbed his friends cock and pulled him onto the bed.
"Fuck me now, I want you to fuck me like a bitch on heat" I was losing control.
He pushed me back onto all fours and rode me like a slut.
Man two got a handful of my hair and pulled my head back violently. It was like that, as I was mercilessly pounded from behind, that I finally got my orgasm.
And boy what an orgasm it was.
Begging for his cock, talking like a slut and coming out with dirty, disgusting, comments about me being a whore, panting that I needed fucking and begging for his black cock to defile me, was absolutely nothing to do with the mans pleasure, it was all for me.
I realized, that to get the ultimate experience I needed to feed the 90% in the mind. This experiment was all about the mind, my young husband could and did fuck me infinitely better than these two chancers could ever do, so the physical thing wasn't the issue. I was screaming and saying things for my own benefit, it was a way to keep telling myself what was happening to me, in this sordid situation with complete strangers, it was about constantly reminding myself of the where, what, who, etc. and to keep myself at the absolute peak of arousal.
As I bucked and moaned in appreciation of his big cock, he suddenly went rigid and I felt the pent up flood of his semen filling me as he ejaculated inside me.
We collapsed onto the bed and when I recovered my composure I took a sneaky look at my husband,
He wasn't there.
I was totally alone with these two men.
I got up off the bed and went to use the bathroom. I sat and both heard and felt the semen of the two old blacks run from me and hit the water. It was crude and lewd, but I couldn't end it yet, I was loving it.
I walked back into the room still dressed in my white stockings, suspenders and heels and found myself deliberately walking round the room under one pretext or another. What I actually needed was to parade myself naked before these men. I know they had just had sex with me, but in some perverse way standing naked before these strangers, my smooth rather swollen and prominent pudenda open to their gaze, my breasts sat in the shelf bra and my movements in heels accentuating my body and it's nakedness, all seemed to be more embarrassing, therefore more stimulating, than the actual sex.
I lie between them on the bed and simply let them maul my body.
What I didn't know, was that I was the first and last white woman these men would ever have. At their age they were 'one shot wonders' normally, but they were not going to pass up the chance of another go at my pink little pussy. They wanted to enjoy this nicely made up, perfumed white woman as long as they could.
After a while man one ordered me to suck his cock again, I then realized this was not over and it wasn't me that was calling the shots.
I lowered my head to his lap and took his gnarled old black cock into my mouth and sucked his cock as well as I knew how.
I sucked them both in turn and they fucked me again in turn.
Man two watched, slowly wanking as his friend fucked me. Being watched in such close proximity by one stranger as another stranger used me, turned me on all over again.
Being the older more experienced men that they were, they fucked me for what seemed to be hours. The urgent ejaculation being out of the way and the desire to enjoy me for as long as they could, meant I was treated to a long lingering fucking from them both. Due to the time they spent inside me, I came twice more, once on each cock.
As man one fucked me, the amount of stimulation my vagina received from such a long screw finally made me cum, followed shortly after by man one spurting his cum deep inside me.
Man two wasted no time in replacing his friend. I remained in the doggy position as he positioned himself behind me. My now swollen and distended vagina, was red raw and lay open to him. I heard the squelching sounds coming from between my legs as his huge black cock began to use me.
Again I endured what seemed an eternity of black cock abusing my now battered and sore hole. I realized that I needed to keep myself aroused to avoid becoming dry and the sex becoming painful. To this end I continually taunted myself in my head, sordid, seedy, strangers, black, slut ,whore, black cum in my pussy, used, were all the key words in my thoughts. This 'mind fuck' not only kept me wet and lubricated, but also led me to my third orgasm in my time with these men.
Man two was obviously struggling to cum again, he pounded into me violently, grabbing my suspender belt or my hips to pull me back onto his cock. He grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head back as I felt myself starting to dry inside and I thought I felt him softening a little.
I was getting quite sore and I desperately needed him to cum. For the benefit of us both, for me as a final act of the situation and for him to be stimulated into cumming, I tried to encourage him, I began to beg him to cum in me.
"Oh please cum in me, I begged. You are so big and you are splitting me open, I continued.
I felt him stiffen a little and his effort increase slightly.
"Oh please cum inside my pussy, you are too big for me and you are hurting my little white pussy with your big black cock," I begged.
On and on I played the game of little white pussy - big black cock to turn him on.
It seemed to do the trick and after a few rather violent thrusts into me he came.
This final act was strange to me, because there was no pleasure in it for me.
In a perverse way that's what seemed to make it the final piece of the jigsaw, I had experienced the other parts of the situation as a willing, turned on orgasmic woman, yet now I was experiencing being used as a piece meat around his cock. There was no pleasure as he hammered into me, as I was tiring fast, yet later that memory would be as enjoyable as the others.
Again the stimulus (to go with the physical servicing of my pussy) was the mental appreciation of the situation I was in, and after this second fucking by them both, I was ordered to sit with my back against the headboard, open my legs and play with myself as the cum ran from my vagina.
It just felt such a dirty thing to do.
The session ended with me on my knees, I was ordered (and found myself only too willing) to kiss their cocks and thank them for fucking me and for cumming inside me. If this wasn't enough humiliation for me, they then demanded payment from me for services rendered!
Oh God, how filthy this made me feel.
Alone in the room after the men had left, It was then that the full realization hit me, my young husband had understood the situation infinitely better than I had. He had known all along what it would take for me to achieve the level of arousal in my mind that I wanted.
The choice of the rather seedy and sordid hotel room, the choice of fat, ugly and old black men had only heightened the depravity. Being alone and at the mercy of two complete strangers as they used me all combined to provide the setting for the debasement that I craved.
The way they had acted towards me had all been orchestrated by Jack and the final intuitive act by him, to have them demand payment from me, sent me over the edge.
Oh how I loved him for not just indulging me in all this, but for understanding me so well.
I had had the greatest mind-fuck I could imagine.
Jack had a couple more tricks up his sleeve for me. First he had made sure that I only had enough money after the men had taken payment, to get the bus home. I knew what he would want so I didn't clean up, I simply rode the bus with my skirt constantly rising above my stocking tops, much to the delight of the male passengers who were fortunate enough to be sat in the seats they were. I had cum between my legs and encrusted on my smooth pussy lips. I stank of sex and semen.
...
I waited for Julie to leave the seedy room and I rushed back in. I removed all the hidden cameras and equipment from their hiding places and rushed back outside. I would still be home before Julie as I had the car and she was about to ride the bus.
...
The second surprise he had for me started as soon as I walked in the door. I expected to fall into his loving arms and to profess my love for him. Instead I was greeted by a stern look and a simple point of his finger upstairs.
I nearly came in my panties, I was to be punished for my behaviour.
Shaking like a leaf with nervous excitement, I found myself bent over the pillows in the same position I had found myself in many times over the last few months. My panties were round one ankle and my stocking clad legs were parted as I stood with legs wide apart in my heels.
Whack!
"So where have you been today you little slut?" he asked
"Nowhere, just out honest," I joined in the game.
"Don't give me that, he said as the belt continuously fell across my buttocks, you have been playing around haven't you?"
I tried to play game and deny I had been with other men, but as the remnants of the semen they had pumped into me ran from my slick, swollen lips it was impossible.
The dialogue continued as my beautiful husband finished the day off in the best way he could have possibly done.
"You have been with other men haven't you, slut."
"Yes," I weakly admitted.
"Did you let them put their dirty cocks in your mouth?"
Whack
"Yes I did," I stammered,
Whack
"Did you suck their cocks on your knees, like a cheap whore?"
Whack
"I didn't want to, they made me," I lied.
Whack, whack, whack.
My bum was alive with the pain/pleasure.
"Did you let them put their big cocks in your dirty pussy, bitch?"
"Yes."
The belt fell and fell and fell on me, I was getting the spanking of my life and I desperately wanted to cum.
"Did you enjoy them putting their dirty cocks in your filthy cunt?" Jack used that word for the first time ever towards me and my pussy lurched and twitched with the shock and excitement.
"Yes I did."
"And did you let them shoot their hot cum into your slut pussy, you whore?"
This was just about all my body could stand in arousal, but the last one blew my mind as the fantasy was complete,
"And have you let them make you pregnant, knock you up, impregnate you and breed your whore pussy, with black cum?"
I didn't get to answer, as after a flurry of whacks on my ass, Jack plunged into me and we came together in about ten seconds, we both had the orgasm of our lives.
Myself and my beautiful husband talked about what had happened virtually non-stop for the next few days. Jack, being the most wonderful and understanding lover you could ever imagine, listened to how I had needed to have such an experience and what it had meant to me whilst it was happening. I didn't understand why he had allowed me this indulgence, I was just so pleased than he understood my need. It was almost a rite of passage for me, the catalyst being the doctor and the incredibly innocent need to be seen naked by him. Now it was over I was his again entirely.
It was not long after that I realized that my life had almost come around full circle.
After my fantasy fuck, we had become so immersed in each other that I thought that I would burst with love for him. With the fantasy out of the way I became his exclusively again. Although it didn't bear much resemblance to my previous life in the bedroom, just as I had been an object for my husbands pleasure in my past life, so I became the same again.
The sex from my first marriage was bland and functional, and now it was exciting and mutually pleasurable, however I now realized that I needed to become the same type of woman as before and be Jack's little woman at home. Although I was no longer sexually passive and greatly enjoyed love making I felt myself drifting back to what was my default character and the real me. The mild dom/sub sex life we had - I wanted to transfer to our life in general.
I needed to be owned by my husband.
...
After our excursion into Julie's fantasy, we both realized that we were getting away from what we had initially wanted. I had found watching Julie both live and on video quite a lot of times, extremely arousing, but it wasn't doing it for me anymore.
I had fallen in love with the shy and demure woman that Julie once was,
And I wanted her back.
Julie admitted that she enjoyed being submissive to me and that she would always want me to discipline her from time to time, but just as she had been driven by the need for a man (the doctor, yes she finally told me all about it) to see her naked, she now felt a similar need to return to her old character and be possessed by me.
I had fallen in love with her as a particular type of person, who had a certain manner about her and whose body was flawed and imperfect. Over the last years she had blossomed and flourished as a sexy desirable woman, which was exciting in one way, but in another, I wanted the woman I initially fell in love with back.
It was time to turn her back into the old Julie, something we both wanted and I for one was quite excited at the prospect of our new roles. Although my wife had become extremely enthusiastic and exciting in bed, outside the bedroom, both in private and to the outside world, she once again became the shy, timid, little housewife.
...
We discussed our different roles in the marriage and how we saw ourselves and each other. We both realized that the perfect situation for us was one where Jack was master of the house and my protector, and I was the loyal, devoted, wife and mother.
There was to be no modern gender-neutrality in this house, my husband was the man of the house and I was his submissive wife.
Life had gone full circle.
But oh how I kept getting into trouble, breaking things and being a naughty little girl! | literotica |
Title: Dora was Waiting Impatiently Ch. 01
Tags: tits, ass, blow job, series
I've been waiting impatiently all week -- we talk on the phone, we tease, I can almost feel his caressing hands as he tells me what he's going to do to me this weekend. Damn, what a turn on. I know we are going to do it every way imaginable once he gets here. And I am tired of getting myself off alone, I want him here!
I've got it all planned. My outfit is all set out, can't wait till he sees me in it. Purple and black corset with ribbons up the back -- the only kind that will fit me! Every time I try to buy some cute little corset my tits look ridiculous falling out of the top -- all squashed and super unattractive so I'll stick with the ribbony type. I consider them my only option, really. These babies don't do well without support!
I'm going to meet him at the front door where we have a little "mud room". It's really too grand of a house to call it that, but it draws the picture. I've turned the lights off in the little room, but though the full-length lacey curtain we'll have the porch light. The door to the foyer will be closed but it also has a window and I'm counting on no one looking through the curtain to notice our activities. I decorated the little bench with blue cushions in case I end up bent over that bench. I added a mirror opposite the bench for his viewing pleasure.
My plan was to come down in my corset and thigh high black stocking with a sexy black robe keeping me decent. He called as he pulled up and I ran directly from the shower to the front door. I pulled him inside, dying to get my hands on him. Pushing closed the foyer door; we were trapped in the dim little room. With his lips on mine, I concentrated on getting his pants off. I was slightly concerned that my roommate would wander downstairs just now but mostly I was thinking about his hands running up my legs and untying my robe.
"God, baby, I didn't think you were serious!" he muttered as he squeezed my ass, lifting me against him. "I'm gonna fuck you right here! You sure no one can see us out there?" he asked nervously, referring to the fully lit street beyond the see-through curtain.
"Positive," I said, laughing at his expression, "I was very thorough. I checked every angle and although we can see out, no one can see us unless they come stand directly in front of the door." I'd stripped his pants off by now and was falling to my knees, pulling down his boxers.
He might have been trying to pull me back up for a kiss but he stopped as soon as I circled the head with my mouth. I love the taste of his dick; the skin is silky smooth and feels so good against my tongue. His low groan slowed me down; I wanted to take my time. Wrapping my hand around the base I started licking up and down the frenulum, circling the head and then bobbing down quickly to get the little gasps of pleasure I wanted. As I suckled his dick, he started reaching back for the bench.
"Oh yeah, baby, suck my dick. That's my girl, fuck I missed your mouth. You love sucking my cock, don't you baby? You want me to fuck you right here, baby?" he was asking all these rhetorical questions, getting me hotter as he told me what he was going to do to me. He settled down on the bench, bringing my head into his lap and my cleavage within his reach.
"I am gonna spank that pretty ass while I fuck you. No panties, huh baby? You want me to take you on this bench baby, bend you over and fuck you? You want to get fucked, don't you baby? I'm going to grab your hips and pull you down on my dick and fuck you right here." I was getting wetter with each image he created in my head. On top, bent over, on the floor, I couldn't wait to have him inside me.
"Maybe I should get you over my knees first? Give your ass a good spanking, make it all red" I nearly choked, thinking about his hands rubbing my ass, spanking, squeezing, little kisses -- fuck yea, I was nodding my agreement to this plan as I sucked him deeper. "That makes you so wet, huh baby? Thinking about my hands on you, sucking my dick?" He pulled me up roughly, "keep that up, baby, and I'll never make it inside your hot little pussy."
I raised up, turning as he grabbed my ass, squeezing and spreading my cheeks as his dick started to slide into my wet pussy from behind. I couldn't stop the loud moan that escaped me as he slid in to the hilt, holding my hips, I was trying to be quiet but it felt so good, so full.
He stilled for a moment, holding me immobile with an arm tight on my hips and the other across my body, gripping my shoulder. As I panted, my body clenching, he brought his head down for an open-mouth kiss on the side of my neck. I nearly came then, moaning and turning back to find his lips. As he started to rock me on his cock, holding my kiss, I was certain I wouldn't last long.
I wonder how the weekend could get better than this. It's not ALL about sex but man, that is a sweeeet part of the deal. | literotica |
Title: Mature Widows Ch. 02
Tags: helped bev, bev reached, short-sleeve blouse, bev boobs, bev sat, bev squealed, shiny buttocks, bev clit, cooed nice, back bev
*In Ch. 1, I met a mature lady, Emma, who became my lover; she left for Florida in October 1963; before she left, she introduced me to Bev.*
November 1963: I had not heard from Emma since she moved to Florida; I assumed she was busy with her new life. Two weeks after Emma left for Florida, on a Wednesday evening, I went to Charly’s. After I sat at the bar, I saw Bev talking to May, the blonde, mature, waitress. When she saw me, she smiled and said warmly:
“Hi Billy, nice to see you. Sit next to me. This’s my friend, May,” and introduced me to the blonde waitress.
I noticed Bev, dressed in a blue skirt and black long-sleeve blouse, had a sparkling smile, gray-blonde hair, and large blue eyes. As I sipped my gin and tonic, I found Bev was easy to talk to; as she and I talked about several topics, I ordered a daiquiri for Bev. As Bev and I were talking, the young muscular man I saw a few days ago sat next to me. Bev introduced him to me as, Nick. A few minutes later, May brought him a beer, and, smiling, said 'Hi' to him.
Bev said:
“I've to go home,” and, smiling at me, added:
“Walk with me home; I live a few blocks from here.”
As we were walking home, I realized Bev was slightly shorter than Emma; like Emma, she also had a nice figure, including a large bosom, small waist, flared hips, and well-tapered legs. Equally importantly, Bev appeared to be interested in me.
Bev said:
“I spoke with Emma on Sunday.”
I asked, “Is she alright?”
Bev said, “Emma's alright; she's still trying to sort things out. You know she asked for a one-year leave of absence from her job here; they gave it to her because she's a war widow and they found a person to work in her place,” and continued, softly:
“I’m sure Emma will sort out her life. Life goes on.”
Soon, we reached Bev's home on a quiet street; it was larger than Emma's. After she unlocked the front door and we went inside, she said:
“Would you like a cup of coffee and a piece of chocolate cake?”
I said, “Sure, if it’s not a bother.”
Bev cooed, “It’s a pleasure,” and left.
While Bev was in the kitchen, I saw a few recent photographs of her with Emma, and when they were young in which Bev looked like a vivacious blonde. In another photo, I saw a color photo of Chris and Bev at a swimming pool; he was a big man; Bev’s curves showed well in the one-piece swim suit.
After Bev placed a tray of coffee and cake on the small table, she said:
“Now you know how I looked 20 years ago.”
Still looking at the photographs, I said, “Bev, you’re more beautiful now.”
Bev giggled and said, “Flattery will get what you want,” and hugged me lovingly.
Bev and I sat on the sofa, and had our coffee and cake. Later, I said, “Thanks for the cake; it’s very good,” making Bev smile.
I helped Bev carry the used plates and cups to the kitchen, and as I watched her rinse them, I saw a voluptuous lady with flared hips. When Bev turned to reach for a dish towel, she ran in to me and I held her in my arms. When Bev did not try to leave my embrace, I hugged her tightly and pushed my cock in to her voluptuous ass.
Bev asked:
“How are you? Are you dating any one?”
I said, “I’m fine, busy with work. I’m not dating any one,” and after a pause added:
“I would love to see you, may be have dinner at Charly’s.”
Bev smiled and said, “I would love that; may be after Thanksgiving,” and added:
“Thank you for walking with me tonight.”
I said: “I should be going; it's really nice to see you,” and hugged her; Bev hugged me back warmly, pressing her mature chest in to me.
I smiled at Bev and started walking back to Charly's where I left my car; I realized I liked Bev's warm personality and her voluptuous beauty.
THANKSGIVING
The week before Thanksgiving, on Friday, the President was assassinated; like many others, I was distraught for several days. I felt the need for love and kindness. While in college, Mary and I had campaigned for him. I called Mary’s parents in Indianapolis hoping to talk to her; a lady answered and said Mary had moved to Chicago, but did not give any other information. I thought of calling Bev, but did not want to impose on her.
On Saturday night, Bev telephoned me; she said:
“It's Thanksgiving next week. I invited my Aunt Myrtle. You are very welcome to join us for dinner.”
I said, “I don't want to be a bother.”
Bev said, “It's no bother at all. You should not be alone at this time.”
I said, “Ok. What can I bring for the dinner?”
Bev said, “Myrtle and I like wine with dinner; bring a bottle of white wine.”
I was glad for Bev’s invitation for I did not want to be alone on Thanksgiving.
On Thanksgiving Day, I went to Bev late in the afternoon; she welcomed me with a warm hug and introduced me to Aunt Myrtle, a petite lady with a warm personality. Bev looked lovely: she was dressed in a black skirt and a red short-sleeve silk blouse; black tights and black high heels; she had on red lipstick, dangling silver ear rings, and a silver necklace; I saw she had deep blue eyes underneath granny glasses; her shoulder-length, blonde-gray hair, was combed back, and held with a silver clasp.
With Bev helping, I fixed myself a gin and tonic, and for Bev and Myrtle. We toasted to the good health of all of us and the nation.
Looking at Bev's beautiful face and voluptuous body made my blues go away. During the dinner, couple of times, Bev saw me staring at her, and she smiled and blushed. The traditional Thanksgiving dinner was good and we finished the bottle of wine. After dinner, after Bev and I carried the dishes to the kitchen, Bev and Myrtle washed and rinsed them, and I dried them. A short while later, Myrtle went upstairs to rest.
I was watching TV in the living room, when Bev sat next to me on the sofa and held me in her arms for several minutes; gently, she kissed my eyes and I kissed her lips. Bev said:
“I know you’re sad. Death of a young man is difficult to deal with. This’s a great country. We will come through. Life’s short; all of us need to move on.”
I realized Bev had heard of many young men, younger than the late President, who died during the Second World War.
After I said, “Bev, you’re right about moving on,” I laid in Bev's lap.
Smiling, Bev gently kissed me on my lips. In response to Bev’s kiss and voluptuous body, my cock became rigid and, after lifting myself up, I kissed her back passionately.
I whispered, “You’re a beautiful and kind lady,” and kissed her long, slender, arms, and wrinkled neck.
Bev giggled and cooed, “That’s sexy,” and whispered:
“Let’s go to the Sun Room; Myrtle can’t hear us; there’s a mirror too.”
I followed Bev, watching her swaying wide hips as she walked. In the Sun Room, Bev stood smiling in front of a large mirror, and, standing behind her, I kissed her neck. Slowly, I nudged Bev to remove her blouse revealing her red bra-covered boobs. Intently, Bev watched in the mirror, as I kissed her slender arms and neck, and fondled her silk-covered boobs.
After Bev removed her shoes and sat down, I whispered:
“Please take off your skirt.”
Blushing, Bev did so: she had on a black silk slip; after I sat on the couch, she sat in my lap facing me and French kissed me.
Looking at us in the mirror, Bev cooed, “It turns me on seeing you love me,” and wistfully said:
“I missed good loving; you’re a handsome man.”
While rubbing her bra-covered boobs, I smelled Bev’s perfumy cleavage and kissed it several times. Bev had sexy armpits: I rubbed and kissed them; she squealed happily when I suckled her bra-coved left nipple. Bev whimpered with pleasure when I pinched both her nipples.
When I pushed my stiff cock in to Bev's covered buttocks, she pushed back, and cooed:
I heard the TV in the living room: Myrtle must have turned it on; I whispered to Bev:
“Please have dinner with me tomorrow at Charly’s”
Bev smiled and said, “Fine. See you about six.”
After Bev got off of me, on an impulse, I slid to my knees, and she looked at me smiling, slowly I lifted her silk slip, and kissed her tights-covered thighs and crotch.
Bev cooed, “That’s sexy. I love it.”
After both of us got dressed, I kissed Bev and left.
AN EVENING OF LOVE WITH BEV
Next day evening, I gave Bev a small box of milk chocolates; in response, she hugged me, pressing her boobs in to my chest, and said:
“Thank you; it's been a long time since a man gave me chocolates.”
Bev and I were at Charly's lounge just before six; Bev looked very attractive in a dark blue skirt and blue, silk, short-sleeve, blouse that showed her cleavage and slender white arms; she had on a pair of dangling silver ear rings, multi-chain silver necklace; again, I noted her deep blue eyes underneath granny glasses. Her hair was no longer mostly gray, but had a blonde hue; she looked a few years younger.
I said to Bev, “You look beautiful; I love your hair.”
Bev blushed and said, “Thank you.”
As Bev ate her salad and a little bit of the baked Haddock, I asked:
“How’s Aunt Myrtle?”
Bev said:
“She’s fine; still staying with me; she’s going back to Connecticut after a week or so.”
After dinner, we went to Club 21 and visited over a glass of wine. I asked her:
“I see you’re a beautiful lady, I don’t know much about you.”
Bev smiled and said:
“I’m a widow. My husband, Chris, was an Engineer in the service; he served in the Philippines. He contracted tropical diseases I never heard of; I was lucky he came back alive; he lost his ability to make physical love to me.”
I said, “I know you and Emma are friends. How close are you?”
Bev, giggled, and said, “Yes, we were very close and double dated; for a short time, I dated the guy she married, Jim Rogers, and Emma dated the guy I married, Chris Novak. Now, I’m dating you.”
After a pause, she said, “Emma fell in love with Jim and I with Chris.”
Wistfully, Bev added,
“I got a chance to take care of Chris. I was grateful for his companionship and help with chores when he could; he also tried to satisfy my sex needs; I loved him very much; never cheated on him.”
Bev touched my hand and whispered, “Now, I’m with you, a handsome young man; let’s have a good time.”
The club had a dance floor and I asked Bev to dance with me; after a fast dance, the Twist, we danced to slow music; Bev was a very good dancer. During the slow dance, Bev pressed herself against me; when I fondled her buttocks, she cooed:
“That’s nice.”
I whispered to Bev, “You're an elegant, beautiful lady.”
Bev giggled and cooed, “That's sweet; you're a handsome guy.”
About 11 p.m., Bev said: “It's stuffy here, let’s get out.”
As we walked out of the lounge hand-in-hand, several men stared at Bev appreciatively. In the lighted parking lot of Club 21, I opened the car door for Bev; as she sat on the seat, her skirt was pulled up exposing her beige stockings and she did not make any effort to pull it down. After I got in to the car, I locked the doors, and gently pulled Bev to me and French kissed her.
After we sat in my car, I whispered:
“Bev; you’re beautiful. I want to hold you in my arms.”
Bev cooed, “Aunt Myrtle’s staying with me; we can't go to my place.”
I asked, “Can we go to the State Park?”
Bev cooed, “I don’t want to go to a park; there's a secluded area behind the garage; no one can see us there.”
As I was driving, slowly, Bev moved her hand to my crotch and, after rubbing my cock lump, cooed:
“It’s hard. I’m glad you find me attractive.”
I whispered, “Bev, you’re more than attractive,” in response, Bev squeezed my cock.
As we approached her drive way, Bev said to me:
“Turn off the head lights; slow down; pull in behind the garage,” and added:
“Aunt Myrtle's bedroom is in the front of the house; I don’t see a light in her room; she may be resting.”
I followed a gravel-covered road that went past the garage and stopped the car under an Oak tree.
Bev whispered, “It's cool outside; keep the windows closed; turn off the engine. Let's get in to the back, you first.”
Quickly, I moved to the back seat and helped a smiling Bev to sit next to me. Giggling, Bev, cooed:
“I feel like a teenager,” and lithely moved to sit in my lap.
Throwing her hands around my neck, Bev French kissed me for a long time and, when my cock hardened against her ass, cooed:
“It's so easy to turn you on,” and rubbed her ass on my hardened cock.
In the moon-lit night, I could see her sparkling eyes as she took my hands and placed them on her boobs. She then cooed:
“Help me take off my blouse. Take off your shirt.”
She ran her hands on my hairy chest and kissed my nipples, and whispered:
“Nice; hairy and hard; raise your arms,” and, after kissing my hairy armpits, pressed her bra-covered boobs to my chest.
Wanting to fondle Bev's boobs, I pleaded:
“Please take off your bra.”
As Bev reached behind to unsnap the bra hooks, she said hesitantly:
“They sag; I hope you like them.”
I whispered, “I’m sure they’re beautiful. Please let me see.”
When Bev removed her bra, her boobs looked beautiful in the moonlight: large, hanging, and swaying gently. I whispered:
“They’re perfect,” and, as Bev giggled and cooed happily, I lifted both and started suckling her nipples.
Bev’s smooth underarms also looked inviting and as I kissed them and fondled her boobs, she tilted her head back and whimpered softly.
Softly, I said, “I want to eat your pussy.”
Bev asked in surprise, “You mean, right now?”
Giggling, Bev protested:
“You want to put your mouth on my privates in a car?”
I said, “Life's too short to not enjoy good sex,” and added:
“It's dark, no one can see us. Leave your skirt on.”
Slowly, Bev got off my lap, sat next to me, and, reaching under her skirt, removed her panties, but left her girdle and beige stockings on. Softly, she protested:
“Billy, it's nasty,” and added:
“It’s been oozing since we danced; I should clean it.”
I said, “Please don’t; I want to drink your nectars.”
Quickly, I got on my knees in front of Bev, snatched the panties from her hand, inhaled the nectars at the soaked crotch, and put them around my neck.
As Bev was giggling at my actions, quickly, I lifted her skirt to her mid thighs and, with my head, slowly pushed them apart. As I kissed her smooth thighs, Bev started to whimper with pleasure. Gently, she pushed my head towards her crotch; soon, my mouth was at her hairy pussy matted with her thick juices. Eagerly, I started to lick her nectar-filled pussy lips and clit.
Bev squealed with pleasure and holding my head in her hands, mumbled incoherently:
“Gooood. Suckkkkkk. Suckkkkkkk,” as her crotch convulsed uncontrollably.
As Bev’s orgasm subsided, I rubbed her smooth, meaty, thighs, and fondled her drooping boobs. Later, Bev bent her head and kissed my pussy-juice slickened face. She pulled out several tissues from a box on the window sill of the car, wiped my face, and cooed:
“It was a great orgasm; you're a lovely man,” and added:
“You've been very patient. Lower your pants and underwear.”
After lowering my pants and underwear, I sat on the car seat with my cock throbbing in the warm, sex-fragrance filled, car.
Bev grasped my throbbing cock in her delicate right hand, and cooed:
“It's nice: big, and hard,” and, giggling, added:
“I know you’re clean; I’m past child-bearing age; no need for a condom,” and sat in my lap with her back towards me.
After I helped Bev snake my cock in to her slick pussy, she leaned against me, with the back of her head on my shoulder. I grasped Bev’s large, saggy boobs, and kissed her neck. I felt my cum oozing out of my throbbing cock deep in her slick and snug pussy.
I whispered, “This’s heavenly,” and kissed the side of Bev’s left boob.
I could not slow my climax; I whimpered, “I'm cummmming. Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh.”
After a few minutes, I whispered, “Wow. That's the fastest climax I've had.”
Bev, giggled, and whispered, “It's called a hair trigger; happens after long abstinence,” and added:
“Your cock’s still hard. Go for another one. I'll help you,” and began to fuck my cock as her jism-filled pussy slid on my cock making squishy sounds. I lasted longer than the first time; the car smelled of our sex fluids: Bev’s pussy nectar and my cum. After I reached my second climax, Bev pulled several tissues from her purse and cleaned my cock and her crotch; she cooed:
“I’m sticky with love juices; I need a shower.”
After we got dressed, we walked to the back door of Bev’s home; I hugged her passionately, kissed her lips, and said:
“I would like to see you again.”
Bev said, “I would love to. Aunt Myrtle will be with me; I may not be able to until Friday. Call me Sunday night; my phone’s listed under Chris Novak.”
LOVING BEV ON TUESDAY
On Sunday night, when I called Bev, she cooed:
“Come for dinner on Tuesday; Aunt Myrtle's cooking fried chicken. Come straight from work.”
On Tuesday, after parking my car, when I knocked on Bev's backdoor, she opened the door, and hugged me passionately. When I handed her a bouquet of roses, she smiled and said:
“Thank you. Make yourself a gin and tonic.”
I asked, “Where's Aunt Myrtle?”
Bev smiled and said, “She's spending the evening with a cousin,” and added:
“I told her about us; she saw me come in disheveled after our date on Friday. She likes you. She's glad I'm happy; she wanted us to be together and insisted that I take her to her cousin's home.”
I said, “What can I say? That's sweet of her.”
She said, “She'll be back about ten or so tonight.”
I saw Bev was dressed in a beige skirt and a short-sleeve black blouse; beige stockings and black shoes; she also had on a new set of silver ear rings and necklace.
I didn’t want to eat too much; after I ate a little of my dinner, I helped Bev clean up the kitchen table. Soon, Bev and I sat in the living room on the sofa; gently, I pulled Bev to sit in my lap and French kissed her. I removed her glasses, and kissed her eyes.
Bev said softly, “Billy, I'm glad you like me. I'm a widow, older than you, please be patient with me.”
I removed Bev's glasses and kissed her eyes, cheeks, and mouth, and said:
“I'm sure all your feelings will come back.”
Bev giggled and said, “Yes, I'm beginning to feel horny sitting on your stiff cock.”
Bev removed her blouse exposing a black silk bra. After I gently rubbed her bra-covered boobs, I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra; Bev's lovely boobs spilled out; they were heavy and sagged sexily, had pink areolas, and large pink nipples.
I whispered, “They're lovely,” and suckled her left nipple for a long moment.
Shyly, Bev cooed, “Suckle the other one,” and offered me her right nipple.
After a few minutes, smiling, Bev slid to her knees, put her glasses back, and helped me to take off my shoes, pants, and underwear. Staring at my swaying rigid cock, she nudged me to sit on the sofa. Gently, she grasped my cock and examined it from the head to the root, and mumbled:
“It’s big, stiff, and smooth,” and slowly licked my precum.
Bev looked in to my face and said:
“I’m having dryness; you’ve to be patient,” and, after a pause, giggled, and cooed:
“I’ll bring a box of tissues to catch your spermies.”
When Bev returned with a box of tissues, I stood up and, with my enlarged cock swaying, I hugged her, and said:
“I don't think it's right for only me to be satisfied; I really like to suck your pussy.”
Bev, blushed, and cooed:
“Ok, I would love that.”
After I fondled Bev’s curvy buttocks and nice thighs, I slid to my knees on the carpet. Blushing, Bev lifted her skirt, and held my head with the other hand as I ran my face on her upper thighs and panties-covered crotch.
Again, as Bev blushed, I removed her panties. Under the living room light, I saw she had dense, blonde-gray, pubic hair. She had a beautiful pussy with thick, pink, labia. I put my nose in her bush and smelled her aroused fragrance. I wet my middle finger and slowly rubbed it on the labia and then her clit; Bev whimpered with pleasure. Gently, I inserted my middle finger and slowly pushed it in to her pussy; and said:
“It's wet; time to lick it.”
Smiling, Bev nudged me to lie on my back on the rug, and holding on to the covered frame of the sofa, Bev had her crotch near my mouth. After I started licking her labia and clit, I heard Bev moaning with pleasure; I clamped my mouth around her enlarged clit and gently sucked on it. Soon, Bev’s pussy spasmed on my mouth and her crotch convulsed:
“Biiiiiilly. Suckkkkk. Suckkk. Ahhhhhhh. Oooooh.”
After Bev recovered from her orgasm, she cooed:
“I want you in me,” and slid backwards, brought her crotch above mine, and slowly snaked my precum-covered cock in to her pussy.
After a few moments, Bev said, “Let me see if I can shift my weight from my knees to my feet.”
After slowly pulling out my cock, she stood up and squatted over my crotch; slowly, she pushed my erect cock deep in to her wide open, stretched, pussy.
I mumbled, “It's incredible feeling; my cock is deep,” and, after I lifted myself on my elbows, I saw Bev’s widely exposed crotch and my cock plugged her love channel.
Bev smiled and began to slide my cock deep in to her snug pussy and slowly slide it back. The pleasure was too much. My climax rolled:
“Ahhhhhh. Aaaaaah. Ohhhhhhh. Ahhhhhh.”
As my cock still pulsed, I mumbled:
“That was incredible; I love that squat,” making Bev blush.
Bev and I snuggled for several minutes, and fell asleep for about 20 minutes. I kissed Bev good night and left, before Aunt Myrtle returned.
FRIDAY EVENING WITH BEV
On Friday, after work, I stopped at a flower shop and bought dozen roses, almost as red as Bev’s lipstick. I took a shower, and dressed in a white dress shirt, beige pants, and a blue sweater. When I went to Bev's home, I parked in the back of her house; she was dressed in a beige silk robe; after letting me in to the house, she hugged me passionately, French kissed me, and said:
“I'm not ready yet; I've to put on jewelry and perfume. How’s work?”
I said, “Fine, busy. I’m applying for a permanent job at the labs.”
Bev said, “That’s great.”
“Did you have a good week with Aunt Myrtle?”
Bev said, “Yes, thanks.”
When I handed her the red roses, Bev’s face lit up with a big smile. She hugged me and said:
“It’s so thoughtful and romantic”
I managed to mumble, “Thanks; you’re a beautiful lady.”
Smiling, she said, “I’ll tell you about an invitation from May; come upstairs.”
In her bedroom, after she removed her robe, I saw Bev was in a bra, girdle, stockings, and panties; her hair was nearly all blonde and wavy; she sat on a large padded stool in front of a dresser mirror and began to put on jewelry and spray perfume.
She said: “Nick and May are hosting a party tonight at her home; sorry, I didn’t tell you earlier, but we have plenty of time. May asked us to bring a six-pack of beer; she assured me there will be lots of snacks and to come about nine.”
While admiring Bev standing in front of the well-lit mirror clad in underwear, I asked
“What are they celebrating?”
Bev said: “It's the 2nd anniversary of Nick and May together; they still like each other very much. Nick and another woman invited other couples like us.”
I said, “I suspected Nick and May were lovers; I'm glad there are other young guys like me.”
Bev smiled and cooed, “You mean other young guys who date older women.”
I blushed and said, “Yes.”
Bev said, “I'm glad you like older women,” and stuck her chest out.
I walked to Bev and looking at her lovely cleavage in the mirror, rubbed her shoulders gently. Smiling at me, Bev reached with her right hand and touched my crotch, and whispered:
“Billy, I know you want me now; let's go to May's party; I'm sure we will have fun.”
I grasped her hand and held it for a few moments, and said:
“Ok. It's a date.”
Bev said, “I heard of sex parties; never attended one,” and added:
“Mind you, I’m not in to swapping; I don’t want to catch diseases.”
I said, “Me too.”
Bev dressed in a short black skirt and a blue silk short-sleeve blouse, beige girdle and stockings, and black high-heels; she put on gold, stud, ear rings and a necklace; she looked beautiful and voluptuous.
Bev said, “Billy, would you like to drive my car; it needs to be run.”
THE 5-12 PARTY
After dinner and picking up a six-pack of beer, with Bev giving directions, I parked her black Cadillac in the back of May's large house.
Bev said, “May got the house after divorcing her husband; he drank too much and was abusive.”
The back porch door was unlocked, and Bev and I walked in. May’s home had a large living room with an adjacent dining room, where there were snacks and beverages; there was music from a stereo set. There were eight couples with the men being younger than the women. Some of the couples were dancing in a lit area. All the women were dressed sexily to turn on their men and have fun. After May welcomed us, she introduced us to three couples and went to find Nick.
Later, Bev whispered, “Look at Ed and Ell dancing near the stereo,” and touched my growing cock lump.
I saw Ed, about my age, was slow dancing with Ell, a lady about 50 years old; from the way he was holding her in a tight embrace, it was obvious she was his lover. Ell was dressed in red: a short skirt and a low-cut blouse, and red tights; she was enjoying the dance and had a dreamy look on her face.
Nick and May also were dancing. May had on black tights and a bare-back dress that showed her generous cleavage. When the music stopped, most of the couples stopped dancing, and hugged each other; a few French kissed.
When the music restarted, I whispered to Bev:
“Please dance with me,” and led Bev to the floor.
With Bev hugging me tightly, we danced slowly; Bev pushed her right thigh in to my rigid cock. During a fast song, Bev lifted her arms high, and wiggled and gyrated sexily.
Bev said: “It's warm here; I need something to drink, a soft drink.”
After we picked up two sodas in the dining room, we went in to the kitchen in search of ice cubes. I saw Ell had Ed against the sink as she was French kissing him; he had her hands inside her tights squeezing her large buttocks.
Bev whispered, “I think grandma is masturbating that boy,” prompting me to look again at the couple; indeed, Ell had her partner's young, stiff, cock in her right hand.
To get fresh air, Bev and I walked to the enclosed back porch; in the dim light, we saw May standing against a pool table with her tights and panties at her ankles, and Nick was on his knees with his head bobbing up and down in her crotch.
Bev whispered, “Nick is licking May’s pussy.”
I said, “He’s also smelling her excited sex fragrance.”
Soon, Nick stood up and slowly plunged his cock in to May's old pussy; as she mewed incoherently, he continued to plunge in to her again and again.
We returned to the living room; Bev whispered:
“Not all couples are screwing,” and added:
“Some are still getting to know each other, like Bobby and Kathy over there; she’s trying to get adjusted to his passionate love making.”
I saw young Bobby kissing Kathy’s wrinkled neck; she tilted her long neck back to let him kiss her throat; when he took a breather from kissing her neck, she took a sip of beer from a can in her hand. Soon, she smiled when he whispered something to her, and Bobby hugged her from behind and started kissing the back of her neck.
Bev whispered, “Look where he’s nuzzling her big boobs.”
I whispered to Bev, “You’ve big boobs too, may I hold you like that?”
Bev cooed, “Of course,” and let me hug her from behind, poking my rigid cock in to her ass, and nuzzling her boobs.
Bev cooed, “The neat thing about a young guy dating an older lady is each knows what the other wants.”
I said, “There are other advantages.”
Bev asked, “Like what.”
I said, “There are fewer mind games,” and added:
“We don't have to worry about making babies.”
Bev said, “That's a good one,” and added:
“I'm getting turned on looking at all these old women being loved by young guys. Let's see who's the youngest here.”
I said, “It’s Bobby; let's see who's the oldest woman here.”
Bev said, “Look over there.”
I saw Nan, who looked to be slightly older than Ell, dancing with Big Guy, who was about 6'2'', 220 lb, and about 35 years old. Nan was a slim lady. She squealed when he lifted her up, and after she wrapped her navy blue tights-covered legs around his waist, he French kissed her.
Bev said, “I wonder why she wore a sleeve-less blouse.”
A few minutes later, we saw Nan smile at her partner, as she swayed in front of him. Still smiling at him, she lifted her right arm high above her head, and allowed Big Guy to kiss her slender, wrinkly, under arms; the ritual was repeated with her left arm.
I grasped Bev's waist and said, “That's a sexy thing to do.”
My cock got stiffer when Big Guy kissed his partner's armpits. Bev whispered:
“Look, he's got a big bulge in his pants.”
Then Big Guy lifted Nan up by her buttocks, and maneuvered her so that she was hanging up side down with her crotch in his face. Nan started squealing with pleasure as Big Guy started sucking her tights-covered pussy; she was still squealing as he carried her away.
I whispered to Bev, “I wonder how that small, older, lady is going to handle Big Guy.”
She cooed, “She can adjust easily to lots of loving by Big Guy,” and added:
“I want to watch them loving each other,” and led me to the back porch.
In the dim light, Big Guy had Nan against the pool table; as her left leg was wrapped around his narrow waist, his crotch was pushed against her's.
Bev whispered, “Either he tore a hole at her crotch in the tights or she bought one with an opening.”
Bev then cooed, “Billy, suck me, as I watch them.”
I slid to the floor, put my head underneath her short skirt, lowered her panties, and searched her crotch until my lips found her juicy pussy. As I licked Bev's pussy, Bev whispered:
“Nan's mewing and whimpering with pleasure, Big Guy is fucking her at a slow and steady rhythm. He stopped to rest and kiss Nan's wrinkled neck. He's resumed fucking her again. He's speeded up plunging in to her and he stopped: he must have had a climax.”
Bev whispered, “Big Guy has not let go of Nan. She’s whispering in his ear; he's resumed fucking her. Big Guy has lifted Nan on to the pool table; now, her hands are on the table and her thighs around his waist; she's watching his face as his cock is deeply embedded in her pussy.”
“Looks like Big Guy's spent. He just pulled his cock out of Nan's old pussy; I see a large wet spot on her tights. Nan just ran to the bathroom; Big Guy followed her.”
Urgently, Bev whispered, “I'm cummmming. Billllly. Billly. Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhh,” as I held on to her meaty thighs and had my nose buried in her wet pussy.
After a short time, Bev lifted me up, kissed my pussy nectar-covered mouth, and cooed:
“I want to suck your big cock; let's go to my car, you'll be comfortable there; no one will miss us.”
Giggling, both of us went out the back door to Bev's Cadillac and got in the back. After I sat comfortably, Bev reached in to her purse and pulled out several facial tissues; she reached for my crotch with her small right hand, unzipped my fly, and slowly pulled out my rigid, throbbing, cock. She spread my precum on my cock head with her fingers, and slowly pumped my cock.
While she was slowly jacking my cock back and forth, Bev opened her small mouth and licked my cock head. She fondled my balls and ran her tongue along the length of my cock.
I whispered eagerly, “I'm close.”
While jacking my cock with her right hand, Bev covered my cock head with her mouth and sucked it. I groaned with pleasure for several minutes and released several jets of come in to her sexy mouth. After she wiped my cock and her mouth with the tissues, we went in side May's home.
When May saw us in the dining room, she said, “I hope you're having a good time.”
I asked May, “How long have you had these parties?”
May said, “Nick and I joined bout a year ago. It's a voluntary group; Ell in the red tights and Nan in the navy blue tights have been organizing them; they call them 5-12 parties, for May-December couples. Our goal is for new couples to realize there are other ordinary people like them; you know Nan is an elementary school teacher and Big Guy is a wresting coach.”
Bev said, “I bet they’re not at the same school.”
May said, “No; Big Guy works in an out-of-town school district,” and added:
“Ell is organizing another party at her home next week for new couples, like you two; she also wants to give Bobby and Kathy a chance to spend time together.”
I asked, “Why can't they find time to be together?”
May said, “Bobby’s still a student and Kathy’s afraid her son will find out she's dating his buddy. She's still not sure of dating a guy much younger than her.”
Bev asked, “Is she worried about losing child support?”
May said, “She's not receiving child support; her only son is Bobby's age. It may help them to talk to other couples. Would you mind talking to Bobby and Kathy, may be when you drive to Nan’s farm?”
I said, “We’ll be happy to talk to them.”
May added, “I’ll tell them you will help them. I better go find Nick,” and left.
Later, Bev whispered, “Let’s go home.”
I said, “I have to be at the lab at nine; I’m being considered for a permanent job.”
Bev said, “Great news; lover, you’re mine, I want you in my bed tonight.”
After we thanked May and Nick, Bev led me to her car.
As I drove, Bev said, “I loved watching the older women being loved by young guys. I would love to see Bobby and Kathy get together; I bet he’ll love her passionately. I would like to see adult movies; I hope someday we can see them in the privacy of our bedroom.”
BEV AND I AFTER THE 5-12 PARTY
At her home, after freshening up, Bev said:
“Let's have a cup of coffee and chocolate cake I baked.”
After tasting a piece of the cake, I told Bev, “The cake's great.”
Bev fed me another small piece; that's when I gently pulled her in to my arms and French kissed her. Giggling, after taking a bite of the cake, Bev kissed me and transferred most of it in to my mouth. Afterwards, I helped Bev take the soiled cups and plates to the kitchen; as she was rinsing them in the sink, I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. Bev giggled and cooed:
“That' so sexy,” prompting me to kiss her again.
After the dishes were done, I turned Bev to face me and gently French kissed her. I said:
“You've beautiful blue eyes,” and kissed her again.
Smiling, Bev led me upstairs to her bedroom. It was decorated in light pink and smelled of a mixture of perfumes. I helped Bev remove her skirt and blouse; she had on a cross-stitched bra. I rubbed her slender upper arms.
I hugged her as she stood in front of the mirror. Smiling, Bev took my both hands and put them on her bra-covered boobs.
“You’re lovely,” and pleaded:
“Can I taste you?”
Bev cooed, “I've to take off my girdle.”
I whispered, “Leave your stockings on.”
Bev nodded, and watched me take off my shirt, pants, and underwear. Bev giggled when she saw my swaying, rigid cock, and gently grasped it in her tiny hand. I helped Bev take off her bra and immediately grasped her unfettered, swaying, boobs.
Bev said: “My stockings are sliding down. I'll put on a garter belt to keep them up.”
After taking out a pink garter belt from a drawer, she put it on. After she also put on a pink baby-doll night gown and pink panties, she pirouetted sexily.
As Bev watched me intently in the mirror, I hugged her and fondled her boobs, under arms, and kissed her neck. Nudging her to sit on her large bed, I slid to my knees and removed her pink panties, and ran my fingers through her dense, blonde-gray, pubic hair, and rubbed her thick, labia. I put my nose in her bush and smelled her aroused fragrance. I wet my middle finger and slowly rubbed it on the labia and then her clit;
Bev cooed: “That feels good.”
I lifted her legs on to my shoulders, and rubbed my face on her pubes, and pussy. Her opened pussy lips glistened with her juices; I licked them and then Bev's clit several times, and pressed my flattened tongue on it and moved it up and down. Bev whimpered incoherently.
Bev’s pussy juices became slicker and she started cumming: her cunt spasmed and pulsated, and her body convulsed uncontrollably, especially her crotch. I felt her pulsing clit on my lips and tongue.
Bev whimpered, “Sweeeet. Ohhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhh.”
After a few minutes, gently, Bev pushed my head away, and said:
“That’s enough for now. I have to pee. I will be back in a few minutes,” and went to the bathroom.
Bev returned in a few minutes and whispered seriously:
“I think I have gray pubes,” as she stood in front of me.
I said, “Let me look,” slid to my knees, and proceeded to examine Bev’s light blonde pubes as I ran my fingers through her bush. Her bush smelled of a mixture of perfume and her aroused pussy juices. I could not find any. After several minutes of examination, I said:
“I don’t see any, honestly,” and added:
“It looks succulent and beautiful, and very fuckable.”
Bev giggled, hugged me, and grasping my cock cooed:
“I have not done it doggy style in a very long time. Let’s fuck while looking at ourselves in the mirror. I put jelly to avoid discomfort,” and grasping the back of the chair bent to expose her voluptuous buttocks, ass hole, and hairy pussy.
First, I slid to my knees and kissed Bev’s smooth, shiny, buttocks, and rubbed my cheeks on them; Bev squealed happily and said:
“You also have a buttocks fetish.”
I grinned, stood up, positioned my cock at Bev’s pussy opening, and pushed my cock in, and watched in awe until my crotch was cushioned against her meaty buttocks.
After a few minutes, I sensed that Bev was getting tired being bent over a chair; I suggested:
“Make love to me sitting in my lap.”
Bev nodded her head and sat in my lap with my cock deep in her pussy. I fondled her magnificent pink bra-covered boobs. I kissed Bev’s mouth several times.
Happily, Bev cooed, “I am loving every second of our petting and fucking session; I can feel your cock pulsing in my pussy. You have not let go of my boobs.”
I whispered, “I love fondling your boobs. It makes my cock leak precum continuously.”
After staying coupled for about 10 min, my climax was beginning deep in my balls. Using my palms on Bev’s buttocks, I lifted her pussy off my cock about six inches and slowly allowed it to slide back; Bev sensing my approaching climax tightened her vaginal walls around my cock. Soon, as I mauled Bev’s boobs, I impaled my cock deep in her pussy and reached climax; my cock jerked repeatedly and released several jets of cum:
“Ahhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Bevvvv. Ahhhhh.”
When Bev got off of me, some of my cum dribbled down her thigh. As she used a wad of tissues to absorb our fluids, she giggled and said:
“You sure released a large load of cum. I bet your spermies are looking for an egg; too bad for them!”
Soon, as Bev and I rested in her large bed, she whispered:
“Billy, stay with me tonight.”
SATURDAY WITH BEV
When I woke up, I smelled coffee. I got dressed and went to the kitchen, and hugged Bev. As I drank a cup of coffee Bev offered, I watched voluptuous Bev dressed in a beige, silk, robe.
Bev said, “Ell confided that Ed likes anal sex; he has a not-so-thick cock.”
I asked, “Does it hurt?”
Bev said, “I tried once with Chris on my honeymoon; I couldn’t take him deep; I would like to try with you,” and added:
“Ell said that Ed lasts a couple of minutes. She gave me lot of pointers.”
I said, “You have lovely buttocks; we can try as long as it’s satisfying,” and, after a pause, added:
“Got to go to work; let’s have dinner tonight; see you at six?”
That evening, Bev was dressed in red silk short-sleeve blouse, black skirt, beige stockings, and black heels; she put on stud diamond ear rings and a gold necklace. We had wine with our dinner.
After dinner, at Bev’s home, she sat in my lap on a couch. After we French kissed several times, I helped Bev remove her blouse and skirt, and her silk slip. My cock very rigid when I saw Bev in her red silk bra, and panties. Bev helped me remove all my clothes except for my tee shirt and socks, and grasping my rigid cock led me to her bedroom.
In front of her dresser mirror, I unhooked her bra and fondled her large boobs for several minutes. When I rubbed her panties covered crotch, Bev cooed:
“I’m wet; I’ve been thinking of you all day; lick my pussy, lover,” and, after removing her panties and girdle, laid down on the side of the bed.
After I slid to the floor, Bev opened her legs wide. After I smelled Bev’s pussy fragrance and perfume, I licked her twat and sucked her clit for several minutes. As Bev had a long-lasting orgasm, she whimpered:
“Ahhh. Ohhhh. Suckkkkk. Ohhhhhhh.”
After she savored her orgasm, Bev cooed:
“I’ll be back after freshening up.”
Several minutes later, Bev returned wearing a black garter and black stockings, and said:
“I’m excited; I put the jelly Ell gave me,” and, grasping my cock, added:
“Put your big cock in my pussy first; then try my ass; stretch it first. Ell said not to go back.”
Bev then got on her hands and knees; I saw her shiny, puckered, pink ass hole between her voluptuous buttocks. First, I kissed her shiny buttocks, then I snaked my rigid cock in to Bev’s lubricated and snug pussy.
As I slowly plunged my cock in and pulled it out of Bev’s pussy, slowly, I inserted my middle finger in Bev’s anus; after it adjusted to my finger, I reamed it several times.
Bev cooed, “That’s nice; try your thumb”, and I did that.
I whispered to Bev, “Here it comes,” and placed my pussy nectar-covered cock at her anus; I slowly pushed a short length in and waited for the tight wall to relax.
Without pushing my cock in further, I started fondling Bev’s boobs and pinching her nipples. When again I pushed my cock head in, Bev trembled, and I stopped until she whispered:
“That feels good.”
I whispered, “It feels incredible; I’m getting close to cumming.”
Bev whispered, “Rub my clit; go in, slowly,” and I pushed about half of my cock.
As I squeezed Bev’s clit, Bev moaned with pleasure. I whispered:
“It feels great; can’t hold back.”
Holding Bev’s big boobs, slowly, I pistoned my cock a few times; my cock exploded, releasing numerous jets of cum.
Later, Bev said, “Let’s take a shower.”
After we showered for a long time soaping each other, we rested on Bev's bed. Bev said:
“Aunt Myrtle invited us to visit her and spend New Year's Eve in New York.”
I said, “That's a terrific idea.”
Bev, Myrtle, and I had a wonderful time during the holidays and on New Year ’s Eve. Sadly, on January 3rd, 75-year old Myrtle had a stroke; Bev had to stay behind in Connecticut to take care of her.
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Title: How I went from Domme to Slut Ch. 02
Tags: female domination, bdsm, humiliation, public humiliation, female dominiation, lesbian sex, shoe licking, sex slave
After my Friday night of submissiveness, I spent the weekend reasserting my dominance with amber. The only thing I'd received from Ms. Juilia was a text instructing me to practice bending in my heels so that I could stand straight legged and touch the floor. I was to do that twice a day until I saw her again. I made sure amber never saw me doing that, which was fairly easy. She'd seen me on the bed unable to move with a dildo between my legs and a plug in my ass with the word "slut" on it. I may be a slut but I wasn't her slut, she was mine. I made sure she spent plenty of time with my strapon in one way or another but even as I reasserted myself with her I couldn't help but look on the pictures on my phone that Ms. Julia sent as well as remember how she and Ms. Linda had used me and pushed me to my limits. I went over a week before I heard from Ms. Julia again, seeing her name show up on the screen on my phone made my stomach and pussy flip! I was sitting in my cubicle at work when I answered.
"Hello." I attempted to say without sounding nervous but didn't quite manage.
"Hello fifi," Ms. Julia spoke authoritatively making me feel my place immediately, "are you at work?"
"Oui Mademoiselle." I whispered in response.
"Don't worry I will make this quick," she said much to my relief, "in a day or two you will receive a package at your house from me. You will wear the contents of that package under a suitable outfit for the night. Understand?"
"Oui Mademoiselle." I answered as I looked around to see if anyone could hear me.
"That and you will put your cute little butt plug in," she continued, "make sure it's straight just like your stockings."
I went to respond but she had already hung up. I looked around quickly again then slipped away from my desk so I could compose myself. Finding myself in the lady's room I ducked into a stall and tried hard to catch my breath. My body had reacted to her voice, I could feel my nipples aching and was sure my panties were wet. Before I knew it I was sitting on the toilet with my right hand between my legs while my left slowly flipped through the pictures she had sent me from my first fifi adventure. I bit my lip and groaned softly as I came. It took me a bit to clean up and compose myself again but the orgasm had helped me take the edge off which I'd needed desperately.
"Are you okay Allie?" My coworker Jenn asked as I returned to my cubicle.
"Yeah, I'm good," I replied giving her the best relaxed smile I could muster, "why do you ask?"
"Your face is really flush," she replied, "you're too young to have hot flashes."
"That's true," I replied moving into my cubicle and out of her view, "I had a small sneezing fit in the bathroom that's all."
Thank goodness for high cubicle walls! Again, I was practically useless for the rest of the day. When amber arrived home, she ended up in a snug corset and her highest heels. Over the week she and I talked about our play time, as we usually did, and she was enjoying my Domme side even more. I reasoned that my being a sub to Ms. Julia had made me a better Domme for amber so the trade off was worth it. When I got home on Wednesday the package had arrived. I had to wait until I put amber to bed before I could finally open it. Opening the box there was a gift-wrapped box and a card inside the shipping box. The card gave me a clue as to what I would find inside; "cheap lingerie for my cheap slut," which was signed by Ms. Julia. After that build up the contents weren't really a shock, a black leather and fishnet teddy with a snap crotch, garters and a sheer back with a pair of back seamed fishnet stockings. An outfit to go with it came to mind rather quickly. The idea of being dressed by Ms. Julia had me wound up before bed, there was no need for a dildo tonight and I quickly came with just my fingers moments after climbing into bed. Thursday and Friday went by with a blur then it came time to get myself and amber ready for a night of waiting tables for amber and whatever Ms. Julia had in mind for me.
After a very quiet dinner amber and I headed upstairs where I supervised as she did her make up then I laid out her outfit for the trip to the club. It was a simple dress and heels, Max had an outfit for her to wait tables in which would be less than suitable for the walk across the parking lot and street outside the club. I sent amber down to clean up after dinner and started to get ready myself. Making sure the seams on the stockings was easy enough, amber had a thing for an outfit I wore with seamed stockings so I had a lot of practice at it. However, making sure the plug was straight took a bit more creative bending and leaning before I was happy. I stepped into the teddy and pulled it up, it was "one size fits most" so it offered little in the way of support but that wasn't exactly the point. Snapping the crotch, adjusting the straps and garters gave it some form, it was then I realized it wasn't even real leather. When Ms. Julia said cheap lingerie, she meant it. I pared it with a snug fitting black leather skirt and a purple silk top. With my hair pulled back and down in the back and my make up a bit on the heavy side I thought I looked just how she would want. I slipped on a pair of killer black heels to go with it and made my way to the stairs.
Walking down the stairs I could feel the plug and my sphincter tightening around it with each step. It bounced just as much as my tits did under the teddy. The feeling excited me, actually the entire process of getting ready had me feeling more and more submissive and aroused.
"Wow!" amber said as I descended the stairs.
"Looks like your cage is getting tight," I said as I watched amber's eyes glass over, "like what you see?"
"Ohhh yes Ms. Allison." amber answered.
"Well let's not keep your boyfriend Max waiting!" I replied as we headed out to the car.
amber quickly understood her place again, I may be dressed like a slut but I was still not her slut! The drive to the club was relatively quiet. I caught amber making several looks over at my legs, the fact the leather skirt was also a bit on the short side and rode up may have helped with that. We entered the club and met Max at the door.
"Well look at you Allie!" He said with a wide smile, "Straight out of the whore couture catalog!"
"You do know how to flatter a girl." I replied giving Max a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh and my amber," Max said taking her by the hand and leading us to the office, "I have your outfit for tonight all set Baby!"
"Thank you, Master Max," amber replied with a slight blush, "you're too kind."
As we entered the office I was shocked to see Ms. Julia and Ms. Linda sitting on the couch! Both were clad in nice looking dresses and flats. They looked quite comfortable on the couch, as if they had been there for quite a while. Ms. Julia was on the far side of the couch with her right hand and arm on the arm of the couch arm. She patted the end of the couch summoning me over. I quickly moved to her side and stood where she pointed for me to stand. I turned my toes in and stood as I she had wanted me to stand as fifi, I even cocked my arms upward so my forearms were parallel to the floor. I looked over and saw amber staring at me, she had never seen me submissive before. Even when my Lover would tie me up amber would only hear him fucking me but she never saw me tied or standing like a submissive slut.
Max busied amber with getting ready for waitress duties which helped take some of the pressure off me. Ms. Julia's right hand glided along the back of my left leg then up my thigh until she reached the faux leather crotch. Her index finger and thumb easily slid under the material allowing her to press her finger into my pussy and her thumb against my plug.
"Wet already slut?" she said loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Yes Ms. Julia." I replied.
"Show me how you've been practicing." She commanded in such a soft voice it betrayed the power behind it and was impossible not to follow her direction.
I bent forward at the hips without hesitation moving my ass and pussy back against her hand while I leaned forward on my heels to offset my balance. A soft moan escaped my lips as my fingers touched the floor in front of my toes and her finger slid across my clit.
"Soon you'll be able to lay your fingers flat against the floor," Ms. Julia had leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "and then what a slutty little treasure you'll be!"
"Yes Ms. Julia." I answered feeling the blood surge to my head and my tits fall out of the teddy.
"Now stand up slut." She directed as she leaned back.
From there her hand never left my pussy and her thumb never stopped pressing or rubbing against the plug in my ass while she talked to Max and even amber. I couldn't think of anything else but her fingers as they seemed to invade my very soul!
"Does that sound good slut?" She asked pulling her hand away.
The words just came out of my mouth automatically, without thought, as if they had a mind of their own. "Yes Ms. Julia." I answered. No sooner than I did she replaced her fingers and thumb then continued talking. My mind momentarily raced as to what I'd just agreed to but soon I was again lost to her touch. For some reason amber looked troubled but it didn't matter, I was on the verge of orgasm!
amber left the office in a snug fitting pair of denim cut offs, a tied plaid blouse that exposed her tummy and lower back, a white bra that was barely contained by the top and a pair of heeled tan boots. I bit my lip and started to hump Ms. Julia's hand until it was pulled away leaving me crestfallen.
"slut let's see that outfit of yours." Ms. Julia commanded.
My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall off my shoulders before reaching for my skirt. I stepped out of the skirt and made sure to bend straight legged to pick it up off the floor setting it next to Ms. Julia on the couch arm.
"Oh, that's cute," Max said from behind his desk, "does amber have one of those? I bet she'd make a ton of tips in that outfit!"
"That is quite an idea!" Ms. Julia said pointing me into a kneeling position in front of her. "What do you think about a lady's night here Max?" Ms. Julia extended her right foot forward and rolled her ankle a bit then looked at me. "It's not going to lick itself slut," she hissed, "and don't forget the bottom."
I'd never licked a shoe before but just like my words before my tongue automatically came out of my mouth and dragged along the underside of her shoe. I could taste the leather, the dirt and even some grains of sand against my tongue as I moved it upward eventually flicking the tip with my tongue. What made it worse, worse than knowing that Max was watching me do this, worse than the act itself, was the fact that I could feel myself get wetter with each successive lick. I didn't just want to clean her shoe, I wanted her to have the cleanest shoe possible. I even wrapped my lips around the heel itself and sucked it like a cock! The world around me disappeared and my existence, just like her hand in my crotch moments before, became Ms. Julia's shoe. I was even disappointed when she finally pulled the shoe away, I physically felt sadness, until she crossed her legs and presented me with the other one. I even moaned just a little when I leaned forward, I could hear their laughter, they laughed at my arousal, and who could blame them? My knees burned as did my feet, but it didn't matter, I was serving my purpose.
I vaguely heard Max excusing himself from the office. Ms. Julia pulled her right foot away then guided me to Ms. Linda who was sitting with her legs together and not crossed. What was I to do? Was I supposed to lean down and lick them on the floor? But how would I ever get to the bottoms where they were assuredly dirty? Words were said, they were muffled in the back of my mind but snapped me out of my trance.
"I said beg slut!" I looked up and Ms. Linda had a very stern look on her face, she'd obviously now told me twice.
"I am so sorry Ms. Linda," I said feeling internally crushed, "I didn't hear you at first. Please, please Ms. Linda may I be allowed to clean your shoes?" She looked unmoved, distant. "Ms. Linda, I beg you," my hands moved in front of me like I was praying, "may I please, please, be allowed to lick your shoes clean?"
"Oh, go ahead you stupid slut!" she hissed in total disdain crossing her legs and thrusting a shoe toward my face.
I should have been offended about being called a stupid slut, normally I would have been, but when I looked over at Ms. Julia's face as I dragged my tongue up the underside of Ms. Linda's shoe I saw a smile. That smile made my night. Call me a stupid shoe licking slut all you want, I was pleasing Ms. Julia which filled me to the core.
With both of Ms. Linda's shoes clean I knelt back and awaited my next order. I didn't have to wait long.
"How did you like that slut?"
"Honestly Ms. Julia?" I asked sheepishly.
"Of course, honestly!" She scolded and leaned forward as she spoke. I braced myself for a hard tit slap but it didn't come.
"I am most happy when I am pleasing you Ms," I started unable to look up, "for some reason I that I cannot explain, whenever you are around, I am only interested in and get pleasure from pleasing you."
"Well that is what I want to hear from MY slut!" Ms. Julia said as she stood and walked over to me. "I bet you're soaked from licking our shoes, aren't you?" She said reaching into the top of my outfit and pinching my left nipple hard, I couldn't answer from the pain so I just nodded. Her musk filled my nose, I turned my head toward her and inhaled deeply as she continued to torture my tit. "Are you sniffing my pussy?" She said tugging my nipple and letting it pop back causing me to wince in pain.
"Yessss Ms." I whispered full of embarrassment.
Ms. Julia pulled up her skirt exposing her bare pussy to me. I couldn't help myself, I buried my nose into her and tilted my head to try to lick her.
"Did I tell you that you could do that?" She yelled as she pushed me away from her.
"No Ms. Julia," I all but whimpered, "It, it was just so close and I, I just wanted ..."
She grabbed my head by my hair and straddled me quickly, practically pouncing on me. I was laid back with her legs over my shoulders, I would have fallen backward but she was holding me by my hair and pulling me into her.
"Lick it you fucking whore!" she hissed.
Her skirt had fallen over my eyes denying me of watching her face as I licked her. It didn't matter, it helped to focus me on the task at hand. I lapped and sucked her clit with all I had. I felt a hand on my pussy, rubbing me through the wet material, which caused me to moan. I heard Ms. Linda speak but her voice was muffled by Ms. Julia's legs.
"Slap her." Were the words I did understand from Ms. Julia.
I didn't have to wonder what that meant as Ms. Linda slapped my clit landing all four fingers in the perfect spot and causing me to jump and scream. Ms. Julia pulled me harder into her pussy, I tried to focus on licking her as Ms. Linda landed two more hard slaps to my clit then slapped both of my tits. My body was on fire, every part of me ached but I wanted more! I couldn't fathom how I could possibly want more abuse but I did! Then Ms. Julia came, her delicious juice flooded my face, ran down my neck and into my hair and chest.
"Ohhhh God!" I moaned into her pussy as I orgasmed as well!
Ms. Julia let me go. I fell back onto my elbows as she composed herself and stood over me.
"Did you cum?" She said boring into my eyes with hers.
"I did Ms. Julia." I answered. "I'm so sorry."
"So, let me get this straight," she said adjusting her clothing, "you were mounted and held up by your hair, having your pussy and tits slapped and this caused you to orgasm?"
"Yes Ms. Julia," I was practically whimpering at this point, "I did."
"Horny little slut!" Ms. Linda called out from behind me.
"Yes, she is!" Ms Julia leaned down and grabbed another fistful of my hair and pulled my face to hers as she spoke. "Crawl over to Linda and show her how good your tongue is!"
"Yes Ms. Julia!" I replied not moving as she still had a handful of my hair.
"Don't worry," Ms. Julia said standing but still not releasing my hair, "I'll show you the way."
She pulled me by my hair causing me to twist and contort in order to get back on all fours in order to crawl to Ms. Linda who was already pulling her skirt out of the way. I buried my face between her legs just as Ms. Julia released my hair. Ms. Julia pulled the straps of my cheap imitation leather teddy off my shoulders and pulled my arms out of it. She roughly pulled it down until it was around my knees while Ms. Linda held my head tightly to her. I could feel her hands on my back making their way down my sides, her nails digging into my skin as the crossed my ass, her hands moved forward again over my hips and around to my lower abdomen. I moaned into Ms. Linda's pussy as Ms. Julia's hands slipped between my thighs. She pinched and pinched my inner thighs causing me to spread my legs further and further apart until I could feel my inner thighs stretch. Ms. Linda pulled me into her pussy with both hands as Ms. Julia's hand came crashing down on my ass causing me to yelp. She proceeded to turn my ass burning red while I tried to focus on licking Ms. Linda to orgasm.
"I think she likes it!" I hear Ms. Linda say above me.
"I know she does," Ms. Julia said pushing her fingers through my pussy lips, "she's soaked!"
She was right, I was! The only thing that kept me from humping her hand was the position of my legs. I was getting closer to orgasm, a slap of my clit stopped that in it's tracks but for only a moment. Once the burning feeling passed I was back to horny again, no I was hornier! Ms. Julia assaulted my ass and pussy with her hands while Ms. Linda covered my face with her orgasm. Ms. Julia finally pushed me back placing her heel on my chest.
"You are quite the pussy licker aren't you?" Ms. Linda said breathlessly.
"Thank you, Ms. Linda." I said feeling her foot turn on my chest and the tip of her heel scrape against the underside of my breast.
"Do you like cock too?" She continued as she pushed her heel into my breast lifting it slightly. "Or do you just like dildos and strapons?"
"I love cock Ms. Linda," I replied, "real ones and fake ones."
"Some how I knew that you did." She teased as she continued to torture my tit with her heel. "You're making quite a mess on the floor though," she said as she pushed the tip of her heel against my nipple causing me to wince in pain, "you're going to need to clean that up."
Ms. Julia pulled me back by my hips then pushed my face toward the puddle I'd made on the floor. Her hands moved from my head to my shoulders, she then pulled my upper arms back as she continued to push me forward so that my arms were soon behind my back. I teetered on my knees as Ms. Julia guided my tongue toward the puddle I'd left. My wetness was mixed with the dirt on the floor, it was sweet and abrasive against my tongue. I'd have been bothered by my position but Ms. Julia pulled out the "slut plug" and pushed a wet finger into my ass followed by another.
"That's it slut," she hissed behind me, "clean up your mess now."
I could only groan as she fucked my ass with her fingers. I'd lost all sense of myself, I was hers to do with as she wished. I both hated and loved the control she had over me. I never would have considered being in the position I was but there I was in it and I was lost in my own web of horniness because of it.
"All cleaned up slut?" Ms. Julia asked as she buried both fingers deep into my ass.
"Yesssss Mssss. Julia!" I moaned and clenched around her invading fingers.
She pulled her fingers out of me, leaving me empty for only a moment, before pushing the plug back into my ass.
"Up on your knees slut!" Ms. Linda hissed as she stood.
With my hand behind my back I sat back on my heels keeping my eyes cast downward. Both women stood and adjusted their clothing, then fixed their make-up in the small mirror Max had in his office. They spoke about me, how well behaved I'd acted, and how willing I'd been to please them, speaking like I wasn't there. Occasionally they would look over their shoulders at me but they never acknowledged or spoke to me until they were done.
"Pucker up slut," Ms. Julia said as she walked toward me, "time to say goodnight." I pursed my lips as instructed not knowing what to expect. Ms. Julia lifted the back of her skirt and turned her ass to me. "And keep that dirty tongue in your mouth," Ms. Julia laughed, "you've just licked your slutty drippings off the floor, I can't imagine how dirty it is!" I pressed my lips against both cheeks as well as her asshole as she guided each of them to my mouth. Ms. Linda followed with the same process for my saying goodbye.
"I will tell you what slut," Ms. Linda said as she unclipped the garters and pulled the teddy I'd been wearing off my legs, "I will do you a favor, because this is so soaked you don't have to put it on again tonight."
"Thank you, Ms. Linda," I replied knowing it wasn't exactly a benefit to go without any lingerie the remainder of the evening, "and thank you both for your use and attention this evening."
"You're welcome slut." Ms. Julia said giving my left nipple a hard squeeze. "Now remember," she continued as Ms. Linda gave my nipple a pinch, "get dressed with the door open, no need to hide the fact you're the slut you are!"
"Yes Ms. Julia." I said to their backs as they walked out the door.
I waited for a moment before I stood and quickly retrieved my skirt. While it didn't offer much coverage, it was better than being bare ass! I quickly pulled on my blouse and buttoned it as two men walked past and snickered at my state. Finally managing to tuck in my blouse and have some semblance of normalcy I had to figure out what to do with my hair as it had been pulled, yanked and tugged for however long I'd been used. It took a bit of work in the small office mirror to look presentable again but I managed. As I made my way out to the bar area amber was hustling with singles tucked into her skirt, bottoms and bra. The club was packed which left me standing by the bar, not exactly what I wanted to do in the heels I was wearing. The night seemed to pass rather quickly from there and I managed to find a bar stool that was vacated so I could carefully and creatively sit. Aside from the fact I had on a short skirt and no panties I also had a very sore ass! As the bar started to clear out amber and I were able to talk a bit as well. I plucked tips from her clothing and counted them while she cleared the last of the tables.
"So, when do we start our maid duty?" amber asked as I organized her dollars.
"What do you mean?" I replied without looking up.
"You agreed earlier in the office," amber said feeding more glasses into the washer, "that we would go to Ms. Linda's to clean her place." She said looking dumbfounded at me wondering how I couldn't have remembered such a detail. "When does that start?"
"I guess I will have to find out." I replied realizing that the discussion they'd had, and the question I'd agreed to, while Ms. Julia had her hand up my skirt was about us pulling maid duty.
"I've seen your maid uniform Mistress," amber said showing a bit of her saucy side which she'd be punished for the following day, "I hope I don't have to wear so little."
"You'll wear what they give you," I said mustering all the sternness I could, "and you'll like it."
"Yes Ms. Allison." amber replied realizing she'd stepped over a line. | literotica |
It was a shame what happened to everyone, but there was no use crying over spilt milk; they’d be there for days, in the process developing so much more of it that they’d have to arrange for an additional stay.
It was a bit of a joke among the priesthood, albeit one used to masquerade the desolation and despair commonly associated with their line of work. If they were ever called to any place, that meant things had already gone down the worst possible path, and the former city of Karena was no different. Struck by a plague, most of its inhabitants either perished or sought refuge elsewhere, until the last survivors moved out to neighbouring refugee camps until such a time as their former residence could be decontaminated properly. As soon as the victims were carted out, the Bearers were called in, given the details, and then asked to provide the help only they could.
Leading the contingent was one of the priesthood’s most promising adepts, a wolf by the name of Ven; though relatively young by the standards of her organization, she had nonetheless proven herself in multiple other disaster locations, most notably in the freak magical explosion that temporally displaced multiple settlements in the northern border and the unfortunate incident with the marzipan manufactury, for whom she was personally responsible for saving the lives of all of the workers present at the time. Her success could be attributed mostly to her prodigious qualities, as the Bearers preferred to call them; most of their members began their careers with moderately-sized bodies, growing into their responsibilities over time. Ven, meanwhile, bypassed all of that.
Three years prior, she presented herself to the local branch of the priesthood, intending to pledge her service to them. Immediately her future superiors knew that they had someone special in their hands: her firm, plump rear was already wide enough that she had difficulty walking through doors without getting stuck, melding down into a pair of voluptuous, perfectly child-bearing hips, flared to just the right degree. Her plump bosom was ripe with a creamy bounty, easy to flow and even easier to prod into extra production, stored away in breasts large enough that they swung close to her waist, protruding a good foot or two from either side of her chest. All in all, a figure that other Bearers would need years of intensive service to achieve was Ven’s version of a blank canvas, even if the wolf was incredibly sheepish about her form; covered from head to toe in the least revealing clothing possible, it took a lot of convincing to get her to strip for her inspection, after which the poor thing needed a long cooldown hug and reassurance on the part of the priestesses that everything was going to be alright.
Despite their initial concerns (and indeed hesitations), Ven quickly grew into her role, and not only demonstrated an innate talent for it, but her body displayed an outstanding malleability never before seen in any initiate. While some struggled to deliver a litter with more than three or four cubs at a time, Ven would never hold any less than seven, eventually eight. Where others had issues even mending something as simple as a broken bone, a short stay inside her welcoming womb allowed even the most badly injured of folks to be restored to full health within hours. And whereas most newcomers to the priesthood required hours between milking sessions, during which they were hard-pressed to produce anything more than a couple of bottles, Ven not only filled entire rows of pails, but simply refused to stop, her lactation so powerful that it only ended when she said it ended. All of this had compound effects on her body that even the chief priestesses couldn’t have predicted; not only did the wolf’s hips widen with every instance of her lending her healing womb to others, but her breasts seemed to be constantly swelling at all times, even when not being actively milked. Within a year of her service, when her first blessing was to be given, Ven was already so top-heavy that she often required assistance from other initiates just getting around.
Meanwhile, and despite her stellar performance, she remained as steadfastly humble as ever, refusing any accolades offered to her, and indeed bestowing them upon others whenever she couldn’t reject them outright. Nonetheless, her talents simply could not be wasted, and as soon as the First Blessing was administered, granting her an even bigger, heavier bosom, she was promoted to a full Bearer, so named for their chief purpose. From that point forward, she very rarely set foot in her original temple, instead being ferried from place to place, from disaster area to blast zone, always with the goal of repopulating desolate landscapes and providing aid to the ailing and injured. Whatever was required of her, Ven performed the task admirably, and it wouldn’t take long before her name began to be spoken of with some reverence, much to her concern and embarrassment.
The wolf insisted that she was exactly the same as any of her sisters, but they all knew this was merely a polite fiction, created for the purposes of maintaining appearances and not rocking the boat too hard… or at least, everyone else did; to Ven, it was her absolute truth. Nothing annoyed her more than being treated like she outranked anyone; far as the wolf cared, her job was to tend to the sick and help bolster population levels, not squabble in backroom politicking or decide who did what and got which prize. It was a terrible side to their priesthood, and one she hoped never to have to engage with. This alone was the biggest reason why she was out in the field so much; after a while, she got to choose, and thus picked to never be anywhere close to a meeting room.
Still, Karena would prove to be her biggest challenge yet. Three years and three blessings had done a number on her body, leaving the wolf practically unrecognizable to anyone who might’ve known her before. Each of her asscheeks was the size of a small couch, enough that if she wanted to, Ven could sit down on it with very little effort. Her hips managed to be wider still, as a result of both hundreds of births and countless injured and sick that took refuge within her womb; even if it was just a fraction of an inch each time, the boosts to her size added up, leading to a magnificently bottom-heavy figure. Her thighs as well provided the best care to those in need of a warm place to rest their heads; indeed, right now she was providing such aid to at least five people, all of which slept happily while sunk partially into her pudge. The greatest of changes, however, was still on proud display up above.
Normally, priestesses made sure to keep their Blessings evened out. One year for their busts, another for their wombs, yet a third for their lower bodies, rinse and repeat. But Ven knew better than that; her body was already the image of motherly perfection, her ability to carry young surpassing that of even the greatest of broodmothers. If she truly wanted to stand out and make a difference, really help those in need, then her breasts were the way to go. They alone could feed the hungry and the destitute, provide irrigation for even the driest of lands. Her cream was as mannah, ready to deliver the starving from their troubles and provide the largest bounty they could imagine. It was thanks to her that the Green Fields of Azalia were green at all, and why the famine that struck the eastern hinterlands took precisely zero lives. She was quite proud of that, and though Ven denied it, she couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of satisfaction in her bust as well: truly colossal, enormous to the point where some might call it excessive, needing to be carried on two wheeled pedestals and tended to by a group of initiates, it was large enough that she had issues seeing over it whenever she sat or lied down, and were so full at all points that leakage was a constant concern.
It was thus natural that their field headquarters was established in the exact same spot as one of the wheels broke off and Ven was unfortunately immobilized for the better part of an hour; it was close enough to the city that the cleanup crews and returning citizens could come to them for help, yet far enough away to keep their business separate from everyone else… plus it afforded enough silence during the night that they could sleep properly, milky churning from within Ven’s breasts notwithstanding; most of her entourage and accompanying staff had long-since learned to live with that noise, and some even took refuge underneath her bust to be lulled to sleep by it!
The first order of business when it came to repopulating such immense city centers was to get started on the first litter. It was madness to assume that any one Bearer could do the job all by herself; Ven’s contingent had thirty others of varying degrees of proficiency and experience, and even then they were only expected to fill the place up to half capacity, with the rest being comprised of returned refugees and resettlement efforts from other districts and provinces, most of which would be expected to serve as foster parents for the new children. Nonetheless, it was something they had to get started with immediately, and so they buckled down and got to work the moment their field nurseries were set up.
Along with the detachment of Bearers, their group brought with them a small group of males whose sole purpose was to enable them to fulfill their duties. While most of their kind who joined the priesthood did so with the express intent of serving in the vast, seemingly incomprehensible bureaucracy that made up the backend of their religious service, a few were considered to be blessed enough to serve more directly in the impregnation of the Bearers they accompanied. It was considered to be a prestigious position, and indeed was one that brought with it a myriad of perks and bonuses that few, even the priestesses, had access to. Nonetheless, they were still expected to be up for their assigned role at any given time, for days on end if so required; the strain this placed on their bodies was the price paid for a life lived in relative luxury.
Of course, there were more avenues for breeding than just the usual, and in fact it was considered good etiquette for Ven, or any other priestess in her position, to take generous contributions from those who either lived in the city or planned to do so. Within the first day, she already had a long line of petitioners wanting to make good use of her services, probably unaware of just who they were dealing with. For Ven, it was always a double-edged sword; on the one hand, she was still mortal, still made of flesh, and thus had her desires to take care of. Nowhere in the priesthood’s code was it noted down that the Bearers couldn’t enjoy their job to the fullest extent, and it was in fact quite normal (and, in some chapters, downright encouraged) for them to outwardly express how much pleasure they were feeling at any given moment. It was seen as an incentive, an encouragement to those who might be reticent about resorting to them, to know that they were enjoying the experience about as much as the locals were.
On the other hand, however, it was still a job, and Ven often had to remind her colleagues and fellow priestesses that their main task was to repopulate the disaster area, not serve as a mobile brothel. They were there to perform a service, not let the population experiment with their wild sexual fantasies. This alone led to the priesthood developing a bit of a reputation, one that Ven did not like to think about too much; it was already hard enough going through an endless stream of sex-starved petitioners desperate for a “dommy mommy” to tell them what to do without having to think about the implications of just what that meant.
Nonetheless, the wolf still tried her best to play the part; it was easier to get a contribution from the people in her tent when they were adequately aroused, after all, and though her body alone was more than enough in a vast majority of times, she still ensured her dulcet tones and inviting expression were well-trained enough that she could rely on them if need be. Her days were then spent going through the list, ensuring that she met her weekly quota before directing whoever was left to one of her fellows.
For Ven, delivering a litter had always been easy. On joining the priesthood, she was made aware of how well-adjusted her body was to such a task upon her first assignment, when she gave birth not nine months after impregnation, but seven. Continuous exercise of that particular trait of hers ensured that it was exaggerated and amplified, to the point where, three years down the line and now outside Karena, she could easily deliver a couple of dozen new young every fortnight. Try as she might, Ven never got below that number, though there was very little reason to even try anymore; even the High Priestesses only ever got down to a single month, leaving her without much incentive to push herself beyond what seemed to be a natural limit. Besides, her body’s adjustments to her pregnancies would make going any faster more of a curse than a boon.
It was no secret that her body was highly responsive to successful breedings; she hadn’t always been that enormous, after all, and it seemed that with every litter she successfully delivered, her body refused to shrink down as much as it did before. Some bloating was to be expected; her breasts needed to grow and fill with enough of a bounty to feed not just her pups, but entire cities or population centers, her thighs had to flare out to provide the safest, most comfortable of births, and her ass… well, her ass just kind of got rid of the excedent by taking it into itself, she wasn’t quite certain what was happening there. The point was that after every cycle, she gave herself a couple of days to drain down to a more manageable size, and while it used to be such a thing existed, now it was purely a difference between “big” and “extremely big”.
Ven had made peace with the fact she’d never walk around without help ever again, not unless the priesthood had some kind of hidden blessing where her body itself grew without her assets following it. Walking from place to place by her lonesome was a thing of the past, and she was ok with that; it was a testament to her dedication and service to others, a shining display of what it meant to be a Bearer, and a beacon of hope for anyone caught in a disaster area that, in the end, everything would fine. That said, the wolf would still like to be able to see the outside world without needing to prop herself up with a multitude of girders and pulleys, so the longer she could go without forcing her limits even harder, the better; last thing she needed was to be buried in her own tits, ass or, heavens forbid, both.
Thus, it was normal for her to divvy up her time into monthly chunks, where the first two weeks were dedicated to carrying and delivering a litter, while in the final two she served primarily as a healer; the two complemented one another, as her womb was at its strongest right after it had been “vacated”, plus she still retained enough of her pregnant size and fullness to feed as many as six hundred or more people on a daily basis from each of her breasts. The other Bearers in her group picked up the slack, but seeing as most of them still took a few months to finish their work, it was up to her and the other senior priestesses to do most of the repopulation. And for a city as big as Karena, the effects on her body would be… something.
It had to happen someday. Ven had deliberately sought out the smallest possible assignments, nominally because she wanted some time for herself, in truth because it was the only way to keep helping people that didn’t strand her between several mounds of soft wolf flesh. She wanted to avoid that fate for as long as possible, but now that the priesthood had ordered her to help in that place, there would be no escape. She sighed, her body already showing signs that it was going down a path from which she couldn’t recover barely two months in; two litters amounting to a record-breaking seventy-five pupe, a belly that had taken up her tent, and already her breasts were refusing to drain out, remaining at their “peak” size well into the second healing cycle. She was beginning to worry, actually, seeing as the amount of room in their field nursery was getting drastically cut short by her body alone, and they had other Bearers to worry about! Even worse, her nights were spent not sleeping properly, much too worried about the immense pressure she felt inside of her bosom, her creamy milk pouring out of her head-sized nipples at every moment of every day; whatever happened in the last two pregnancies had done something to her… something even Ven wasn’t sure of what it was.
Nonetheless, she had a job to do, and it wouldn’t be some unforeseen growth spurt that would lead her astray from her duties. Not one to give up even in the face of insurmountable odds, the wolf continued with her regular schedule, welcoming the third month with a brave face, a wide smile, and a non-insignificant amount of dread that she did her best to hide. As usual, the line of petitioners formed outside of her tent, a few having to be turned away due to being repeat visitors; everything seemed to be going just like normal, at least until a couple of hours into the process.
Even someone as fertile as her still had to obey a certain few laws and rules that were, far as she knew, inviolable. Chief among these was that pregnancies tended to take at least a couple of days before they “stuck”, what with all of that donated seed needing time to fertilize all the eggs she produced on a regular basis. In practice, this meant that despite being horribly bloated by so many eager young men wanting to have their turn with her, Ven had time to rest before her body began to produce young. That third month in Karena would come to change all that, because she felt something odd inside of here, something that wasn’t the male visitor whose turn it was to be intimate with her. It was a short sting, something akin to a short pressure crash, and the moment her head put the pieces of the puzzle together, she began sweating bullets.
It was a kick.
Her first instinct was to immediately declare the day’s session to be over so she could panic somewhere far away from prying eyes, but to do so would be to put the entire operation at risk of collapsing; sending all of the people on her waiting list to see one of the other Bearers would put undue stress on them to live up to her quotas, something that wasn’t going to happen any time soon, plus it would make people wonder if the priesthood could really live up to their promises. They were already running late on the repopulation schedule, even if that was mostly the result of backroom negotiations that failed to account for the practicalities in the field, so putting things off even more was likely to incur either the wrath of her superiors or a sternly-worded letter from whoever happened to be in charge of the city. Probably both, now that she thought about it.
But that was definitely a kick Ven felt, confirmed after it happened a few more times a couple of minutes later. Her cheeks blushed a deep crimson when the wolf realized what was happening, her voice turning into a series of strained squeaks as she called up everyone waiting outside. How could it be possible for her next litter to already be forming? She wasn’t even done with the petitioners, much less her late-night fertility rites, so how could it be that her young ones were already developed enough to be kicking her from within? Was it even safe for her to have sex at all, were her suitors hurting or injuring her progeny in any way? The constant movement inside of her seemed to be indicating otherwise, plus a simple communion incantation didn’t reveal any kind of mental or physical distress inside of her womb… though it did show her the extent to which her body had gone out of control.
Ven normally carried fifteen to twenty young with each litter, though occasionally she would spike to about ten or so more. Never less though, not now that her body had been turned into the temple of fertility that it was through intense training and use. Even with her lowest numbers it was still enough to make her belly bloat to an almost obscene degree, pinning her down wherever she happened to be and making it near-impossible for her attendants to clean and clothe her. During her largest pregnancies she had to eschew all trappings altogether, opting instead for a large tarp that covered enough of her to keep the cold away. The two or so days before delivering her litter were the worst, with every inch of her womb occupied by one body or another, enough that the skin on her belly went from perfectly smooth to bumpier than a well-used road, in constant motion as her pups moved about and squirmed between one another. It was enough to drive her crazy and make the wolf remember a few urges she believed her training had gotten rid of; never enough to break her vows, goodness no, but just enough to make her want to do it. This, of course, was for a regular pregnancy.
In that moment of communion, she positively identified fifty pups inside of her, and she still had eggs unfertilized.
Her mind was awash with ideas, none of them coherent and most possessed of a certain degree of abject panic that would do her no good. All Ven could do was breathe as slowly as possible, remembering the breathing exercises taught to her by the higher priestesses for any such occasion she might find herself in need of an emergency cooldown. They weren’t working, and in fact just made her feel even worse thanks to her chest weighing down on her lungs, but at least it was something to do to get her mind off the immense problem growing inside of her; maybe that was the whole point, or maybe she was just beyond salvation. A chance encounter with one of the other Bearers, who happened to be passing by the entrance to her tent, allowed the wolf to signal for her to approach, after which it was a matter of trying to impress upon her the gravity of the situation with as few words as possible; there were still petitioners waiting outside.
The number of backroom assistants and fellow priestesses that began to congregate around her tent was sufficiently high that people began to wonder if things were fine. That they were hurriedly ushered in and told to “perform their duties” as quickly as possible didn’t help with matters, though some of the senior attendants had the initiative to distract with few suitors that yet remained with whatever came to mind. With a couple of her friends to help speed things alone, Ven went through the last people on the list, after which the tent was closed and an emergency meeting was convened.
The wolf made sure to tell the rest of the contingent everything she knew and suspected: from her bust size refusing to go down to the sudden development of young and the abnormal number of pups she was carrying inside of her. Much to her chagrin, the other priestesses in there chose to take it as a sign that Ven was truly blessed by their goddess, and thus their endeavours in Karena were not only right, but truly favoured by her! As much as she wanted to say something about that, the wolf knew better than to contradict a divine proclamation; even if she personally felt it was unwarranted, the last time anyone tried to do that ended in so many rampant curses running around that a second group of Bearers had to be sent in to mop up after the mess made by the first one.
Nonetheless, Ven insisted on keeping herself isolated for the time being, even if it was unlikely that whatever happened to her was contagious; it was better for her sanity to not have a bunch of people constantly asking her if everything was alright or if she needed anything done, or if this or if that… she got enough of that back at the temple and it drove her up the wall more often than not, so now with the added stress of a litter of abnormal proportions, Ven was half a second and a bad comment away from simply losing it completely, especially after it became clearer than ever how fast that pregnancy would progress.
At first, the wolf hoped that it would be done and over with in a few days’ time, that the rate at which she had developed her pups would be translated into a much shorter wait; this seemed to be confirmed by how quickly her belly swelled over the course of the next couple of days, easily reaching her regular “maximum” size without giving her nearly as much time to get ready for it. But as her waters refused to break and the pressure kept building, Ven had to confront herself with the fact that it just wouldn’t be as easy as she would’ve hoped; her body continued to grow, both tits and midriff expanding to meet the demands of this “super” litter she had growing inside of her. Their bust in particular was going through a transformation and a half; it was clear to her then that their refusal to shrink had been a prelude to her body pulling a fast one on her, as it allowed both breasts to inflate with an amount of milk so massive that she had to beg for some of her assistants to drain her. It was the first time in her life that such a thing happened, thus leading to quite a lot of raised eyebrows and flushed cheeks when the pails had to be brought out.
And yet, those things still weren’t the biggest distraction. Her fur was stretched, her skin made taut, her belly groaning as it struggled to keep up with the sudden demand for more room. Her womb was brought to the breaking point and beyond, yet refused to budge, simply enlarging as much as it needed to for the sake of the little ones inside of it. She could feel them moving around, and after a few days, she could see them as well; bumps on her belly that moved from spot to spot, travelling along the surface of it before descending into the depths, only to be replaced with two more. Their movements were enough to keep her perpetually on the edge, but Ven made sure never to succumb to that particular need; it was unbecoming for a priestess of her station, and besides, it’d… do things to her. Things she wouldn’t be able to resist the influence of.
A full week went by before she dared to admit to herself that things were not fine. She was filling her tent so much that the few people in charge of keeping her fed had to very carefully skirt the edges just to get close enough to her, and it wasn’t just her front anymore; with so many pups to deliver, her ass and thighs had fattened and widened so much she was now using them as her own personal couch, seeing as nothing in their possession would be able to hold so much weight and not break in half. Her cheeks made for a surprisingly comfortable seat, all things considered; though the wolf was somewhat sore from the pressure of it all, her ass still kept a certain level of pudginess that allowed her to rub along the ground whenever she needed to readjust herself, and not feel like she was scratching an overinflated balloon, as was the case with the colossal weight slung out in front of her.
The heat in the tent, too, began to rise, making it practically impossible to even stay there if not for the dedicated team of assistants that had taken it upon themselves to keep it as well-ventilated as possible. Fans, both electrical, magical and manual, not to mention opening as many flaps in the fabric as they could without exposing her body to the elements or unwanted gazes. Not that Ven cared that much; her mind was somewhere far away, detached from her physical self and adrift in a hazy sea of motherly love and copious amounts of unexplainable lust. It wasn’t even her size anymore, but the sheer glory of motherhood that was starting to work for her. Poor Ven rubbed her legs against one another, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the aching need she had for something… more. Something that could help prolong the pregnancy, something to make it even grander in scale. She dared not verbalize any of those desires, lest anyone start to think her priorities had shifted, but in those few brief moments where no one was around her, when no ears were present to hear, she allowed her throat to moan and beg for certain things that were best left unsaid.
Days passed and it didn’t get any better. Ven had hoped the pressure would fade, or at least her brain would start to tune it out, but it just kept getting worse. It mounted higher and higher, right up until she felt her popped-out belly button touch the far end of the tent… at which point the crowd of attendants decided that enough was enough, a line had been crossed, and it was better for everyone to be able to see her instead of potentially threatening the well-being of the biggest litter of the operation so far. Ven didn’t even have her weak protestations to fall on anymore; she was too far gone to put up any resistance whatsoever, and in fact welcomed the change. The better for her body to be seen and admired as the symbol of fertility that it was, that all might look upon it and know that, in the end, everything would be fine.
By the end of the second week, they had started to get their first noise complaints. The wolf’s breasts had to be hooked to a series of pumps whenever they needed draining, pumps that were loud enough that whenever they were busy draining gallons of milk each second at their very lowest, people around her had to wear cloth on their ears just to be able to hear themselves think. Her belly too began to complain ever so loudly, especially towards the end when her pups reached their fully-developed size and began poking at the exit. This was to say nothing of Ven’s voice, which had cracked from the amount of use and been reduced to a series of squeaking sounds that just barely resembled words. The biggest Bearer in the priesthood had finally met her match, and now that her time was up, all she could think about was how much of a disappointment it was for that to be the end. She didn’t want it to be over, didn’t want it to end.
And that’s when it came to her: it didn’t have to end. It would… pause. Just pause, yeah. Sure, her belly would shrink, as would her breasts unfortunately, but in a couple of weeks’ time, she’d be right back at it again!
And who knew, maybe she would grow to be even larger... | yiff-extreme |
Title: The Grey, Sad Wolf by Cinos
Tags: Anal, Cougar, Domination/Submission, M/M, Mild Bondage, Mild Violence, Oral, Teenagers, Wolf
\*\*Thank Studphish for the ideas (even if you don't know him) and for helping me with feedback... couldn't have written this alone. It was loads of fun to write, though, and very different in content from what I'd usually do. I hope I got the emo part right. :)
Nevermind the age disclaimers, if you're not 18 you're not on this site anyway. \<\_\< Oh, and if 14 is young enough to classify as "cub" to you, this story fits that category too. Beware!\*\*
Another day in school. Another day trapped in this grey, utterly boring building. The tone of the dead, looming concrete walls proved a constant remind of his own dirty, lifeless fur. He played with the thought of just being able to just being another wall, just standing there gloomy, untouched by whatever happened. That was all he wanted, to not be noticed. His slightly slumped posture and his dirty-grey fur had always kept him an outcast, the other wolves never accepting him into their packs. Just as well, they'd only laugh at him and torment him with whatever their sick minds could come up with. He had no friends and while it was what made him feel so bad about himself, the very thought causing a tear to fall from the corner of his eye, actually having packmates would only be more painful. Nobody wanted anything to do with an omega wolf, least of all his own kind.
He glanced at his watch, having to pull back the sleeves of his jacket to see the time. Still several minutes before class. Several more eternal moments to spend just standing here like a ghost, unseen by anybody. He wore a long-sleeved jacket even though it was rather hot, and it caused him to pant rapidly to keep from passing out. The leathery jacket was both a cause and an effect. He wore it to conceal his arms, which had only a few tufts of fur left, due to him gnawing them when he was alone. He liked it that way, the physical pain relieved the one in his soul, replacing the unbearable with one he could accept. It also served to cover his fur, the dirty color of which he was so ashamed of. He figured that it was his namesake, even his parents tossed him aside. Everyone else had a positive name, but Greycoat was Greycoat. Grey like a rat.
The bell rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. 'Great, time for another lesson in futility.' He grabbed his worn bag and plodded over to the classroom, his tail dragging behind him on the dirty floor underneath. He couldn't remember the last time he had any reason to wag it. He could almost hear everybody whisper about him as he entered the already-full low-roofed room. They all laughed at him, or so he felt. Laughed at him under their breath, pointed at him when he had his back turned. He sat down by the first empty desk. The lesson felt like it took forever, his history teacher going on and on about the civil wars, the slavery and the whole thing. He scribbled notes on the blackboard, each touch of the chalk sounding like a pained cry for help to Greycoat. He didn't listen. He never listened, education was pointless anyway. Every page of his notebook was filled with stick figures, words in improvised gothic fonts, and the occasional flower, all in black and white, reflecting the real world. Except there were many black things in his notebook, unlike reality, where his page lay blank save for countless tears bleaching away the ink that once made his image.
"Greycoat!" snapped the teacher. "What was the name of the brave president who abolished slavery?" "I... I don't know, I wasn't paying attention..." Greycoat muttered. "Bah, if it was up to kids like you, slavery would never have been done away with. Hyenas and cheetahs would be picking cotton and getting whipped." the teacher replied, annoyance in his voice. The class chuckled again at Greycoat's incompetence. He felt the shame burning in his ears, which undoubtedly were bright red. Oh, if he could only cease to be.
Eventually it was time for a break. Greycoat rushed out of class, outside, the harsh and cold winter air cooling off his overheated body. He walked a long way, leaving pawprints in the snow behind him. He needed to relieve the pain. He ventured behind the gym building, to a spot the cold wind didn't reach, and took of his jacket. The cold was still bitter, but without the wind to drive in into the very bone, he was impervious to it. He gnawed on his arm again, releasing the tension as his fangs dug into his grey skin. Then he heard somebody say something and immediately released his arm. He looked around and saw a group of older cougars looking at his from a few meters away. Goddamnit. He almost burst out crying. Now they'd spread this secret around school too, making him even more miserable. Or they'd beat him up. It wouldn't be the first time. 'Maybe they'll finish me off this time' he thought almost hopefully. As they approached, now silent, Greycoat pressed against the wall. Maybe if he could just spark whatever sympathy they had, they wouldn't leave visible marks...
The four cougars assembled in a half-circle around him. "Just leave me alone, please..." Greycoat whined, his body visibly shaking as he pressed ever closer to the wall. Instead of the expected punches, the largest and seemingly strongest one put a gentle paw under his chin, lifting Greycoat's head so their eyes met. Greycoat quickly averted his gaze. "A little wolf such as yourself shouldn't be out here alone, it's fucking cold..." the lead cougar spoke, with a soft and smoky voice, and trailed off. He glanced at his friends, who nodded in unison. "We've noticed you're all alone and it's pretty sad, isn't it?" He continued. The wiped the tears off Greycoat's cheek. "So come over to our lair after school today... we'll figure out something fun to do, my little wolf friend." he finished, feline eyes glimmering with mischief Greycoat didn't see. He got their address, and they left him alone behind the gym again. He felt elated. Those cats actually wanted to be his friends? He had to sit down in the soft snow, feeling almost euphoric. They didn't despise him despite his ugly fur, despite the way he gnawed his arms?
He stood up again. To hell with school. They'd call his parents but he didn't worry about that for the moment, instead scampering over to the bus stop as fast as his paws could carry him. As he sat on the bus, he was shaking visibly. He didn't even know the names of his newfound friends, except for the last name of their leader, Highfield. The rest of the day went quickly, and Greycoat was unable to concentrate on anything. He washed his dirty tail and the rest of his tangled fur, wanting to look a bit acceptable if he was to do something with his buddies, even combing all of it carefully.
He put on some clean clothes, and before he knew it, he was on his way, sitting on the bus again, his canine heart beating excitedly in this chest, so hard he could almost hear it. The address seemed to be in poor quarters, full of tall grey apartment buildings, looming dangerously over equally colorless streets. But Greycoat didn't see it that way anymore, he instead felt happy - maybe being grey wasn't so bad after all. No matter how depressing the area was, his nice new friends were here. He quickly found the right street, and followed along it. He noticed that the population around these parts was mostly hyenas and similar, and felt slightly uneasy... if he could just find the right house faster... fear mixing with his excitement, he noticed he had reached his goal. He quickly went over to the door, punched in the code the cougars had given him on the keypad, and the door snapped open. He went inside. The lighting was poor and the elevator apparently out of commission, which annoyed him slightly. Oh well, a few stairs wouldn't stop him. He walked up then at a steady pace, his paws making hardly any sound at all other than the click of his claws against the cold and dirty floor. The air was damp and apparently the ventilation didn't work either, as Greycoat could hardly breath. By the time he got to floor 11, he was panting heavily. 'Here it is, Highfield.' Greycoat drew a deep breath and knocked on the door.
It opened quickly, the familiar mountain lion appearing at the door. "Hey..." mumbled Greycoat, still not daring to look him directly in the eyes. He shuffled his paws a bit. "Hey, little wolf. So you decided to come." the cougar grinned. "You don't even know my name do you? It's Hunter. Now come along and I'll explain what kind of fun we'll be having." Greycoat followed Hunter inside. "It's my parent's place", Hunter explained. "But they're out of town so I hang out here with my friends... and now you, too." Greycoat memorized every word of his charming new friend as he followed him to what seemed like a bedroom, except there was no bed. There was a little set of drawers, but other this, and some strange rings fastened in the wall, the room was empty. There was a strange bitter smell in the air, not quite smoke but similar.
"Now..." the cougar stopped and turned around to face Greycoat again. "I... and eventually my friends are going to show you a few fun things to do, things you probably didn't know of before"... he licked his lips. "And I'll need you to trust me completely. Do you?" Greycoat nodded eagerly, meaning it. He had never trusted anybody as much as he did Hunter. He wanted so badly to please him, to feel like he belonged.
"Good... so kneel. Get down on your knees, my lupine friend." he spoke. Greycoat was a bit confused by what the cougar was planning. Hunter saw this and quickly added "It's kind of an initiation rite, so you can be our friend". Greycoat quickly lowered himself to a kneeling position, feeling good as he did it, feeling accepted. "Close your eyes." The wolf did. He heard hunter open a few drawers, and then he was back by him. He felt a piece of fabric gently tied around his head, covering his eyes. Hunter pulled the knot tight, and then withdrew his hands again. "You can open your eyes if you wish now" he remarked, as he continued rustling around in the drawers. "Remember, don't disappoint me. You'll like this." he reminded. Greycoat tried opening eyes now, but saw nothing still with the black blindfold over his eyes.
He heard Hunter get behind him. "Put your hands behind you, pet." he ordered. Greycoat complied, and felt the cougar snapping shut some cold metal objects around his wrists. He twitched and let out a little whine, the metal feeling harsh on his gnawed-raw arms. He almost panicked, but didn't want to let his friend down. "Good wolf, we're going to be really good friends, I can tell..." Hunter murmured and patted Greycoat on the head after finishing what he was doing, causing his heart to flutter. He did the same to his legs, and Greycoat could feel him fastening some sort of chain to the cuffs, which he then fastened to something else, most likely those rings in the wall. He tried moving his arms, but discovered they were together tightly, and he was hardly able to move at all. Greycoat started feeling a bit uneasy, but pushed the though aside. Hunter was his friend, he wouldn't do him harm... this was just a part of some game or something.
"Now for my favorite part." The cougar withdrew some heavier object that made a clinky sound from the drawer. "And what will be your favorite part as well, my little pet." Greycoat felt Hunter brush aside his neckfur, and then a contact of leather on his skin. With a few deft movements, he fastened the collar tightly around his neck, securing it so tightly it almost blocked the flow of blood. "There, don't you feel better now, pet?" Greycoat did. The feeling of the collar tightly around his neck had put him into some euphoric state, giving him a feeling of security and multiplying his naive trustfulness, and he nodded his head submissively to answer the question.
"Then we're all ready for the fun." The cougar extended his claws and swiftly tore off Greycoat's clothes and discarded them, leaving Greycoat completely naked, gnawed arms visible to all. Now the panic surfaced. He threw himself forward, and howled as the the metal painfully cut into his arms and paws. "Relax, bitch." Hunter came over and whisphered gently into his ear. "Just relax, I know how you feel. Remember, it's an initiation, we've all gone through this..." Despite the searing pain in his arms, Greycoat felt somewhat relieved. 'If my friends could do this, so can I...' he told himself, but still felt afraid. He heard the other cougars entering the room, all three of them. Hunter got behind him as he stood on his knees and pushed him harshly so he fell forwards, unable to stop his fall with his hands tied around his back. His muzzle smacked into the ground and pain shot up through him. "Aww, did it get hurt? Let's make up for that..." Hunter spoke softly, and the three of his friends chuckled. Greycoat yelped as he suddenly felt Hunter's paws around his sheath and balls, much to the amusement of his friends. "Relax, wolf, you're doing fine.", he whispered into the, his hot breath on his ear. "Don't fight it..." He squeezed Greycoat's balls slightly, coaxing another whimper from him. "You like that, eh? Like having your balls touched?" He was starting to feel pleasure from the gentle caressing, and the tip of his penis was emerging from it's sheath. Hunter focused his soft paws on it, not stopping for even a second. "It feels good, doesn't it? You like having somebody control you, to do things to you." He leaned over and pinched Greycoat's neck with his teeth. "Moan, bitch. I want to hear you moan.", he commanded, and tightened his grip around Greycoat's hardening member, licking and pinching his neck at the same time. Quickly Greycoat was panting heavily and whining with arousal. "Seems he's all ready, guys." Hunter growled, now with a menacing tone, and stopped pawing his fully erect, bright red cock. Instead he grabbed the wolf's tail and lifted it, poking a bit at his puckered tailhole. His fingers were wet with some kind of lubricant, and he pushed a finger inside, wiggling it around a bit, causing the young wolf a strange, new kind of of sweet pleasure and pain.
Meanwhile another one of the cougars had positioned himself in front of Greycoat. His spiny cougar penis was fully erect and dripping precum, as he rubbed it onto the wolf's nose and lips. Greycoat inhaled the scent of his sex deeply, inadvertly becoming even more aroused by it. He wasn't completely unfamiliar with sex, but being only fourteen, he didn't realize what to do next. The cougar slapped his chin with his claws slightly extended, leaving shallow cuts and causing Greycoat to yelp with pain again. "Open your mouth, wolf bitch", he snarled. He did, and immediately the feline thrust his cock deep into his muzzle. "Suck it. Lick it with your raspy wolf tongue, bitch. Now." His body too aroused with lust to resist, Greycoat took the cougar's cock into his mouth, lapping eagerly at the sticky fluid dribbling from it's head. The large cougar began to purr and growl with pleasure as he thrust his hard member in and out of Greycoat's mouth. He felt so happy despite obviously being used, at least they liked him. They appreciated what he did.
Suddenly he felt a jolt of sharp pain as his ass was forced open, Hunter inserting his throbbing member into his guts all the way to his soft balls. His spines only caused more pleasure as they sawed across his sensitive tailhole. He desperately wanted to reach down and play with his dripping wolfhood, but couldn't. Instead he thrust his ass back so Hunter could get in deeper and faster, wanting nothing more than to cum.
At the front the second cougar was getting ready to do exactly that, he grabbed Graycoat by the heavy collar around his neck and pulled his muzzle all the way onto his member, almost causing him to gag. He thrust a few more times, and then growled heavily as his cock spasmed and flooded the wolf's mouth with his voluminous cougar seed. Graycoat swallowed quickly, not so much for liking the taste but so he could continue breathing, guzzling down the thick, musky liquid. The mountain lion seemed to cum forever, and when he finally withdraw, slapping the wolf again as he did so, Greycoat barely had the chance to draw breath before one of the two remaining cougars took his place. His jaws were all sore from the previous one but he suckled and licked the sensitive organ as much as he could.
Soon after, Hunter dug his claws onto Greycoat's sides and thrust as deep as he could, luxuriating in the feel of the young wolf's still tight hole around him. He pounded him hard, his spines again digging into Greycoat's tender flesh, leaving it red and raw. It'd almost certainly hurt like hell once the wolf came out of his endorphine haze. As he felt the pressure build up and his balls tightening, he bit into Greycoat's neck hard, drawing blood, which he eagerly lapped up. The metallic aroma and the way the wolf jerked from the unexpected pain pushed him over the edge. cock throbbing in the wolf's guts. Greycoat could feel him twitching, and despite his back burning like fire after Hunter's biting, that triggered his own orgasm. It didn't go unnoticed. Hunter, still in the throes of his own pleasure, reached down and roughly squeezed the wolf's knot and shaft. He came more intensively than he ever had before, his howl only stifled by the cougar penis in his muzzle. He shook and arched his back as much as the restraints would allow him and his canine cock lanced out thick ropes of his cum onto the floor. Hunter stayed inside him, basking in the afterglow, until the wolf slumped down, utterly spent from the strongest orgasm he had ever felt. Then he pulled out, and the last cougar took his place behind him, fucking his limp body. The two came simultaneously, squirting more of their thick feline sperm inside him. Greycoat just felt utterly content despite his fur having gotten all sweaty and messy from cum, and after a few moments of recovery, Hunter released the chains from his paws, removed the collar from his neck (leaving Greycoat feeling empty and vulnerable) and ripped off the blindfold. The wolf, confused at what was happening, didn't move. "Up. Now." he said, the soft tone entirely replaced by annoyed angriness. As Greycoat stood up, Hunter grabbed him by his neck and started pulling him towards the door. "But... my clothes!" Greycoat tried to protest. "No, you don't need them. Now walk." the cougar growled, his claws piercing through the wolf's fur.
He quickly dragged him out of the door, down the messy stairs, and to the outer door. "Now get out." "But I'm naked... and... and... we're friends" Greycoat stammered, almost crying again. Hunter snickered and then laughed right in Greycoat's spunk covered face. "What, you? Some grey arm-gnawer? You'll never be cool enough to hang out with us, stupid wolf. You could only be our whore." And with that Hunter opened the door and kicked Greycoat in the back, sending him flying headfirst into the deep snow outside. His mind reeled from the shock. He couldn't even get up anymore, and just laid there in the snow, broken and bleeding as he began to cry.
**(C) Night-Cloaked Hunter || nightcloaked(at)gmail.com** | FSE |
Title: Mechanic
Tags: car, mechanic
Jeremy heard the short toot of a horn and glanced out the window in time to see a petite blond give a wave as a red Porsche drove away in a cloud of dust. Ah, the desperate Miss Kendall, he thought, turning to the counter for her paperwork. Her dented little Honda was a far cry from the sporty car she'd just left.
He watched her cross the lot to the shop door, taking the opportunity to appreciate the view. She was a little shorter than what he usually liked, but her curvy body was slender and compact and nicely displayed in a light gray suit. Her legs were well shaped and strapped into surprising blue heels. She was pretty – not gorgeous, but pretty enough to catch a man's eye and make him take a second look. As, obviously, Mr. Porsche had. He wondered briefly if Mr. Porsche was a friend or a lover. As the door chimed, he figured friend because if Jeremy had been her lover, he'd have stayed to make sure everything went okay.
"Hello?" The woman had a light hesitant voice and it matched the one who had called earlier.
Jeremy stepped into the lobby from the shop area and gave her a smile. "Miss Kendall?"
"Oh! Oh, yes," she answered, starting in surprise. Up close, she was prettier, with wide blue eyes and skin the color of light pink roses. He felt a stirring and quickly tamped it down. "Thank you so much for waiting, Mr..."
"Jeremy, ma'am," he knew his voice was curt, but his cock had started to ache and he didn't need this now. All he wanted was a beer and a baseball game and the sooner Miss Kendall picked up her Honda, the sooner he'd get what he wanted.
"Thank you, Jeremy," she said, her eyes dropping as she looked away. Damn, she was a sensitive little thing, he thought as he moved to the counter and dropped her paperwork on top of the pile. He felt a bit like a heel for snapping at her.
"Let's get you on your way," he softened his voice and she glanced back up at him. He opened the folder, shifted through the details and started to type in the computer, his body on alert as she leaned on the counter to peek at the papers. "Nice ride you got, by the way."
"Ride? Oh, my baby?" she looked confused.
She called it her baby? The Honda sported at least 4 dents that said she didn't take care of it like she should. "The Porsche," he clarified, "Friend?"
"Oh! My boss," she blushed and he started fascinated by the rosy glow on her cheeks. And neck and...Jeremy pulled his eyes back up to her face. Evidently the boss was something more than a friend.
"Nice car," he mumbled, dropping his eyes back to the paperwork. He read through the initial quote, noticing Miss Kendall was a Sophie. Somehow, that made his cock stand at attention. Sophie seemed so much more...pleasurable.
"He was just being nice," she mumbled, "It's not like...I mean he's married...Why am I explaining this to you?" She pierced him with her eyes, which now glinted with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
"Haven't a clue, Miss Kendall," Jeremy hid a smile. So the boss made a move on her.
"I'm sorry...please call me Sophie," she gave him a small smile and a sigh, "It's been a long day."
Jeremy finished entering the parts and clicked save. "So you said on the phone," he commented, clicking the print. The old dot matrix in the corner started to wheeze.
"And I've made it a long day for you too," she sighed, "I'd say sorry again, except I really need my car back." She fiddled with her purse, looking at the counter.
Jeremy sauntered over to collect the sheets from the printer. "No problem, sweetheart," he gave a shrug, then tore off the pages, "Wouldn't want you to have to be taken around in that Porsche."
"He kissed me, okay," she fumed, glaring at him again, "Out of the blue, he kissed my cheek as I got in the car. It's not like I said or did anything. I mean, he's nice, but, God, he's married." Her voice trailed off and she blushed again, staring back at the purse as if she wanted to climb inside it. "I mean, I know his wife. She's nice. And I don't think of him..."
Jeremy leaned on the counter. "Your car is ready," he said softly, "And you won't need another ride in his car." Oh God, the look she sent him had tears swimming in her eyes. "Look, let's get you settled here and then you can go home and relax. Maybe things won't be so bad in the morning." And please God don't cry here.
She took a deep breath, which cad that he was, made his attention shift to the nice firm breasts lifting and settling. He forced his eyes back to the counter, searching frantically for a pen. He needed to get rid of Miss Sophie, her boss, and her baby Honda. He turned the paperwork towards her and offered the pen. Leaning forward, he caught a whiff of vanilla and spice and it stirred the budding lust inside him.
"Total's 250 for parts and labor," he said briskly, stepping back a little. Her face went pale.
"I...Oh God," she stammered.
Crap. He swore silently as he watched her fumble in her purse. "Look, Miss Kendall," he sighed, "How much were you expecting?" One benefit to being part owner was he could finagle things a little and not catch flack.
"I've got it. I just need to write a...you don't take checks," her eyes were wide and frantic now. There was no reason he should be turned on by this. But he was. Part of his mind pointed out that he could trade a favor for a favor. Maybe she'd...He stopped the thought before his imagination could fill in the details.
"I forgot to go by the ATM and get cash. The whole...I just forgot," she stammered again, "I don't have a credit card. I'm so sorry. I...just forgot." The teary eyes were back and he nearly groaned. He was torn between getting her out before she cried and getting her in bed as soon as he could.
"No problem," he growled, "I'll take a check this once." Anything to get rid of her. He didn't need her tears and he certainly didn't need this erection. Beer and Baseball. The sooner she was gone, the sooner he'd get beer and baseball. No more picturing how she'd look with those barrettes gone from her tightly-controlled hair or wondering how that hollow at her throat that was pulsing would taste.
"I'm so sorry..." she repeated, fumbling in her purse again.
Jeremy dropped his hands to the counter with a loud noise and she jumped. Her eyes shot to his. "No more apologies. No more tears."
"I'm...I don't know what you want me to do," she whispered, "I'm grateful that you've stayed late and you're risking your job taking my check because I screwed up."
"I don't want grateful," he growled, "And I'm not risking my job. Don't worry about me." He leaned on the counter until their faces were close and he was eye-to-eye with her. "Worry about yourself and that over-sexed, mid-life crisis boss of yours." He saw her eyes dilate, the blue darkening. His blood began to heat under his skin, his pulse throbbing in his groin. "Write me a check, take your car and go home."
She licked her lips nervously and his eyes dropped. His cock swelled as he stared at her pink lips, plump and glistening. He wondered how...Jeremy jerked away, stepping back from the counter again. It was easy to see why her boss had kissed her. She was just too tempting. He wasn't sure he'd survive this encounter, let alone if he had to see her every day.
"Okay," she whispered, finally taking out her wallet and dropping her eyes to focus on the check. She wrote carefully as he watched, tormenting himself. Her teeth caught her bottom lip as she concentrated and his groin tightened painfully. He'd thought these jeans were getting a bit loose, but evidently not faced with Sophie Kendall.
She finished and offered him the check. He took it and slid it in the register drawer, then offered her the paperwork to sign. She bent over it and what happened next was the straw that broke the camel. With a loud pop, one of the barrettes came loose and fell to the counter. A swing of blond hair – lightly curling – fell across her face as she looked up in surprise. The slightly parted lips, the way the curl brushed her cheek and made her seem younger and more...Jeremy caught her chin in his hand and kissed her.
He pulled back almost immediately, but not before her taste flooded his senses. He stepped back until the desk behind him caught his thighs, his eyes locked on hers. Her cheeks were flushed again, her eyes dark, her lips...He groaned. "I'm..." he stumbled on the words. How could he be sorry for a tasting such sweetness?
"Oh." It was all she could think of. Twice today she'd been kissed suddenly. The first had been distressing and embarrassing. This one...
"I'm not married or anything," he blurted it out, then wanted to smack himself. Any other time, say in a bar or something, and he'd be smooth and slick and have her eating out of his hand. Not have her staring at him like he'd slapped her. Not have himself staring like he had no idea what to do with a woman.
"Oh. Okay," she said.
"Just so's you know," he continued, damning himself for babbling, "'Cause I wouldn't kiss you if I was." There was at least 4 feet between them, but he felt like he could feel the heat of her body touching his. Or maybe he was burning up from the inside.
Something in her look changed. He watched in helpless arousal as her eyes swept over his body, from his long legs, to the huge bulge at his crotch, to the oil-stained tee that covered his chest. "Since you're not married," she murmured, tilting her head a little, the curl sweeping her cheek again, "Maybe you'd like to kiss me again."
"Not a good idea." Kissing her again would lead to touching her. It sounded like a good idea.
He really wanted to touch her, to taste her, to bury his throbbing cock inside her. But somewhere there had to be a catch to this.
"Even if I said pretty please?" she teased. She took a step back and unbuttoned her suit jacket. "I feel kind of...warm." She wore a lighter grey blouse under the jacket, the material so thin he could see the pattern of her lacy bra. His eyes shot to her face, even as his cock strained against his pants.
"Why...?" He could ask himself the same question. Why was he fighting this? Hadn't he fantasized about her? Hadn't he kissed her once already and enjoyed it? Didn't he want more? Hell, yes, he did.
"I have needs," she slid the jacket down her arms, "Like everybody else. We've already established that you're not attached. I'm not attached." She let the jacket dangle in her fingers a moment before dropping it to the floor. Her eyes wandered down to his crotch again. "You're obviously attracted. Why shouldn't I want to see where this goes?"
She was even more slender without the jacket, her breasts firm and full under the thin silk and lace. She reached up and undid the other barrette as he just stared, mute. Her hair fell around her face, making her seem more sensual. "I like the taste of your mouth. I expect I'll like the taste of other parts of you, too."
Holy shit. Jeremy's body clenched and all the blood drained to his cock, which threatened to rip right through the denim. He saw the flash of headlights behind her and realized they were in full view in the middle of the glass-fronted lobby. As much as he'd love to fuck her against the counter and have the memory of that forever, that was not going to be good for business.
"In back" Was that his voice? Sounding strangled and hoarse?
"Lead the way." She gave him a wicked smile that matched the sparkle in her eyes. "I wanted to see your ass in those jeans. See where I can just bite you."
If she kept saying things like that, he wasn't sure his legs would hold him. "Biting is a special favor," he growled, "And calls for equal payment." He actually saw the shudder go through her body. Damn. Get a grip, he ordered himself, extending his hand to her.
"I already owe you a couple favors," she murmured, taking his hand and letting him lead her through to the garage. There were three cars – including hers – in the bays. "I owe you for staying late, for taking my check...for kissing me."
"Maybe I do want you to be grateful," he replied, drawing her into his arms now that they were away from the windows. She felt good against him, although her head only reached his chin. He dipped his head to kiss her again, savoring this time, teasing her with his tongue as he explored her taste.
Sophie's hands stroked his cock through the denim. "I'm ever so grateful," she murmured, flipping open buttons, letting his penis surge free. He bit back a groan as the pressure eased gradually, then lost the battle when she wrapped her hands around his shaft.
"Damn." It came from his gut as she gave him a firm squeeze and pumped him. His balls clenched and he thought for a panicked moment that he was going to come right then like a teenager with his first girl. But her hand shifted, her fingers pressing the bulging vein at his base and stilling the urge.
Jeremy slid his hands over her shoulders, up into her hair, and claimed her mouth again. Even as he kissed her hungrily, he pushed her hands away and scooped her up, setting her gently on the hood of her car. "I want to taste you," he said, his voice husky and low, "For favor number one."
"That sounds fair," she managed, leaning on her elbows as she looked up at him. He was tall, strong, aroused, and arousing. His hands shoved her skirt up and the groan that came from his mouth when he saw her thigh-high stockings and tiny red lace panties made her smile. His fingers curled in the panties, then they were tugged away and she tilted her hips and spread her legs wider, exposing her glistening, swollen flesh to his hungry eyes. "Take your taste."
Jeremy couldn't believe it as he slid his hands over her inner thighs, as he stared at her already wet pussy. She was so...ripe. He felt a surge of lust and lowered his mouth. Her head fell back with a moan as he swiped his tongue over her swollen pussy lips, taking his first taste of her sweet juices. The desire for more had him going to his knees, sliding her forward on the hood, so he could lave her again and again. His tongue explored her cleft, his hands shifting so his thumbs could part her lips and expose her clit, her pussy, the juices seeping from her core.
He stroked her clit with his tongue, enjoying her breathless moans and the way her hips rocked against his face just as much as the way she tasted. He slid one hand over, pressing his middle finger against her pussy opening, then slowly sliding it inside. Her wet passage enveloped him, quivering around his thick finger, as he pushed in to the knuckle. "Please, Jeremy," she moaned, "Give me more. I need more."
More. Two fingers this time. Her hips arched as he pushed them deep, pulled back, and thrust hard. His tongue flicked her clit constantly as he finger-fucked her pussy, more juices coating his hand, her moans gradually changing to breathless cries as her pussy muscles tensed.
Three fingers. He lifted his head, his other hand shifting so his thumb rubbed her clit as three fingers thrust into her. Her head was thrown back, her breasts heaving as she panted, her face and neck flushed with passion. Jeremy felt his cock swell to previously untested limits as he watched her lips part, her hands clench and felt the first tremors of her body around his fingers. He kept pumping hard and fast as her hips lifted and, when she came, he grinned in triumph. She cried out, bucked against his hand, and her cum gushed over his fingers.
Getting to his feet, he surveyed her limp body. Her breasts bounced a little with her panting and he thought he'd really like to see them bare, like to taste her nipples before he fucked her. Her dazed, dark eyes met his as he leaned over her, one hand on either side of her, flat on the hood. "My, my, Jeremy," she purred and the sound went straight to his penis, "I'm not sure I paid you adequately for that favor. It seems I enjoyed it too much."
He flashed a grin. "That was payment enough for staying late," he said, "But I'm going to do something now that might shock you." Her eyes widened a little and his grin did too. "Consider this payback for the check." His hands fisted in her blouse and he ripped it open, the thin silk tearing easily, the sound making him tremble with need. She gasped, but it was heat and lust that he saw in her eyes, and his grin turned feral. A quick flip of the front clasp of her bra and those full orbs were free. He groaned as he cupped them in his hands, as he suckled one nipple, then the other.
Sophie's hands slid into his hair as he feasted on her breasts. His cock brushed her thigh as he leaned over her and she felt a shudder in her pussy. She needed him inside her...but this was payback. And she was suffering so, she thought with a wicked smile as her head fell back. She moaned and squirmed under him, making his erection slide up and down the inside of her thigh, teasing herself even as she enjoyed the way his mouth pleasured her breasts.
Jeremy finally lifted his head, loving the way her nipples were now red from his sucking. His cock ached for attention and he was finding it harder and harder to hold back. The way her thighs had moved against him...he couldn't wait any more. He gave one nipple a quick bite that had her gasping. "Now," he said idly, his tone belying the way his body pulsed with need, "I believe you're ready to give me that last favor." He peeled his tee over his head, exposing tight abs and a strong chest. He enjoyed her smile and shucked his jeans and boots so he could stand naked before her.
Sophie was sprawled, half-dressed, on the hood of her own car, staring at her naked mechanic. He had a body she'd only fantasized about, including the thick red shaft jutting from his groin. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips as she eyed it. She wanted to taste him too, to slide her tongue over his long penis, to slide that throbbing erection into her mouth, her throat. "I want..." she started, her eyes lifting to his. She saw the desire and enjoyment in his brown eyes.
"Later," he grinned, stepping up between her legs, "When I owe you a favor for letting me fuck you." He had a hand on his cock and his fat head was rubbing up and down her swollen slit. She let her head fall back as she moaned.
"I guess..." she conceded as his head fit against her pussy and she felt the first stretch of her muscles around his thickness. "Oh, God, Jeremy..." Her moan trailed off as he slowly pushed his penis into her, stretching, filling, overwhelming her. Her legs lifted and his hands guided them, his calloused palms on the back of her thighs as he lifted them so he could push deeper, penetrate to the hilt.
She felt like his cock throughout her body, from the hot steel rod throbbing inside her pussy, to the heat and pleasure that suffused her limbs and made her quiver for more. Jeremy rested her ankles on his shoulders, his hands stroking her breasts, then settling to the hood on either side of her as he watched the pleasure flood her face. She was wrapped so tightly around his cock, he wasn't sure he could breathe. But the sensation of her inner muscles fluttering against his thickness was not something he was willing to give up.
Finally her eyes opened and met his. Drowning in her blue depths, he drew his cock back and thrust. Again. Again. Each stroke had breath gasping from her lips and had pleasure flashing through his system. He fell into a fast rhythm, instinctively knowing he'd never last and determined to make her cum again. He wanted to feel her cum on his cock.
In. Out. Sophie wrapped her hands around his wrists and closed her eyes, arching her back until his cock hit that magic spot. Even as she gasped, he leaned and bore down, thrusting again and again to the same spot, his hands moving to hold her hips still so he could hammer pleasure into her body. She felt him swelling against her pussy walls, his already thick cock becoming even more so. Each thrust was forceful, a battering ram to her pussy, to her core, and she cried out again and again.
Jeremy was grunting, groaning as he drove them both to orgasm. He couldn't savor her body; his only thought was more, more. Again and again he thrust into her until her eyes flew open and she arched up off the hood. Her pussy clamped around his cock and he groaned as his head went light and the blood surged to his balls. Even as her inner muscles started to relax, her cum enveloping him, his balls clenched and his cock pulsed. His own thick cum shot up into her.
Sophie cried out, bucking under him, as he ejaculated once, and again, and again. He fell onto her, pinning her to the hood, as he emptied into her. She shuddered and went limp beneath him, her hands stroking up his back, curling in his hair. When he could breathe, Jeremy shifted back, sliding his spent cock free, then lifted himself on his elbows and gave her a cocky grin. "Mighty nice car, Miss Kendall," he drawled, "And a sweet little body to go with it."
She returned the smile. "I guess you know your cars," she murmured, "And your favors."
"I'd say you're paid in full, baby," he growled, nipping lightly at the corner of her mouth before giving her a kiss. "In fact, I might even owe you one."
"I'll be happy to collect," she pressed a kiss to his jaw, then ran her tongue over his day's growth of beard. "I know exactly what I want." | literotica |
Title: Fourth Year After Ch. 01
Tags: incest, mother son incest, father daughter incest, aunt nephew incest, polyamory
Author's note: This is Chapter 1 of "Fourth Year After", the last book in my series that began with "First Year After". Then Second, Third, you get the picture. If you have not read the earlier books in the series, I recommend you do, so you'll know who the characters are, how they relate to each other, and how they got to where they are now, three years after the death of Tom Barnes.
As always, all sexual acts described here involve fictional characters over the age of 18.
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December 20, 2015
I joined Mom at Center House for a breakfast for just the two of us, to observe the anniversary of Dad's death. Mom said, "I dreamt of your dad last night. An actual conversation. I asked him if he was okay with how our lives have changed. He said he only ever wished for me to be happy and the how wasn't as important."
I responded, "I was thinking of him early this morning, wondering the same thing. I hope your dream was true, because that's the answer I hope for."
When we were done eating, she pulled me into a hug.
"I've loved you since the day I knew I was pregnant with you, Drew," Mom said. "Yet, I am amazed every day at how that love has grown and morphed over the last three years, starting from that first night we shared your bed."
I replied, "Each little change between loving you as my mom, being attracted to you, and becoming your lover felt so gradual, but so natural, too. I think we were fated to wind up here, don't you?"
Mom's kiss started out soft, then gradually got more intense. I took her hand, and walked her upstairs into the master bedroom, and we undressed each other, silently, knowing what we needed wasn't more words. Mom walked backwards to the bed, and lay back, saying only, "Love me, baby."
I knelt in front of her, kissed my way along her thighs, then ran my tongue the length of her slit, finding her quite aroused already. After another couple of minutes of tasting and teasing her, I climbed between her thighs. I slowly entered her, holding her gaze the whole time. When I was as deep as I could go, her muscles clenched me and her smile grew.
Mom pulled my head down and kissed me again, as I began pulling back and thrusting in again. We started out slowly, reaffirming our love for each other, gradually working into a slamming fuck that left us both exploding at the same time. We cuddled for another 20 minutes, before getting up and taking a shower together, then getting redressed.
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Henry had been called to the hospital for a birth before breakfast, and when he got back, around lunch-time, he said, "Ginger was at the hospital, too, for one of our other patients. She said her kids are flying down on Christmas Eve morning, but aren't going to be ready to meet with us until New Year's Eve. I figured inviting them to our New Year's Party would be the easiest way to keep it just social."
"Is it still okay if Duke and Jean Anderson attend?" I asked.
He answered, "I don't see why not. If anything, it reinforces the social aspect of it, and takes the pressure off the Carpenters."
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December 24, 2015
I spent almost the whole day at work watching the clock, knowing that Christmas Eve meant my "date" with my Aunt Maria. It had been nine months since the brief foursome with Maria, Mom and Henry at Maria's place, when I had needed to scurry back home after just one round with each woman because Jody had been staying with us. It felt like longer, but also was a bright memory like it had just happened.
I felt a longing to make love to Maria more than just once or twice a year, but knew she had reasons to limit me. Or more precisely to limit herself. Would I be able to overcome them at some point?
How would she fit into our marriage, even if I could get her more involved with us? We were hiding the incest among the six of us by having two triads publicly, but Maria couldn't join either one, any more than Sandy could, before getting involved with Amanda and Aaron. A third family member just didn't work unless we defined a third grouping somehow.
Thinking about that led me to thoughts of how we would face a similar problem with the Carpenters. Sure, Ginger could easily become another poly-wife to Henry, Mom and Toni, but Toby and Wendy couldn't both join Patti, Amber and me in a public grouping. I imagined Toby and Sandy paired somehow to make a third grouping, but she was pregnant with Aaron's child, and would probably be marrying him and Amanda.
The company shut the offices down early, sending us home around 3 PM, so I was the first one home from work, sent a text to Patti and Amber that I was going over to West to help Toni with dinner before Patti's family and my Mom's side of the family arrived.
I winced inwardly, remembering how badly things had gone with Patti's family the year before, when they weren't accepting the polyamory we revealed. Things were better with them now, so I hoped for better. Ending the night with Maria was still going to be the highlight.
I was surprised, when I came in, and saw Ginger at the kitchen table, sharing coffee with Toni. "Merry Christmas, Ginger! I thought we weren't going to see you until New Year's?"
Ginger smiled, brightly. "Hi, Drew! It's my kids who don't want to come over here until then. I wanted to come over and wish you all a Merry Christmas, before I join them back at my condo for Christmas Eve dinner. Wendy insisted on cooking." Ginger's chuckle told me she didn't have high expectations.
"Well, tell them we all wish them a Merry Christmas, too, okay?" I poured myself a cup, and joined them at the table.
Henry and Mom were the next home, and both hugged Ginger warmly. Henry asked Toni, "Sandy still visiting her friends from high school?"
Toni nodded, saying, "She texted me half an hour ago, saying she'd be home around 4:30. It's 4:15 now."
Patti and Amber walked in together with Sandy, and Sandy was delighted to see Ginger, who got up from the table for more hugs. "I hear two of you are pregnant?" Ginger asked. "Congratulations!"
Amber pointed at Patti and Sandy, and said, "Not me. Twins are quite enough for me, right now."
Sandy hugged Ginger tight, and in an almost childish voice asked, "Are you going to marry Daddy?"
"I'm still trying to figure that out, honey. Your dad's marital status is a complicated thing, y'know?"
"Well, yeah, I get that," Sandy responded. "But it's the love that matters."
Henry spoke up, "We're not going to put pressure on Ginger, okay? This is her decision, not yours, especially since you've stayed outside of the very marriage that you're pushing her to join."
"It would still make her my step-mom, of sorts, Dad. So, I'm still entitled to an opinion, and I'm for it," Sandy said. She turned to Ginger, "Those are my two cents, that's all. I'm going to still love you, regardless."
Ginger glanced at the clock, and said, "I love you too, sweetie. I should get going, to see how Wendy's doing in my kitchen. Merry Christmas, everyone."
As Ginger was headed to the door, the doorbell rang. It was Maria, the first of the family guests to arrive. "Oh, hi, Ginger!" Maria said. "Merry Christmas! I didn't expect to see you here."
Ginger smiled. "Merry Christmas to you, Maria. I'm actually headed home. My kids are in town, and my daughter's making us dinner, or I'd stay to chat. Can I call you this weekend, instead?"
"Of course," Maria said. She searched in her purse for a business card, and gave it to Ginger. "I don't have much of an agenda Sunday, if that's good for you?"
"Maybe around noontime. Bye again, all!" Ginger said, before exiting the front door.
Maria looked confused. "Is it just me, or did that feel a bit strange? I know we clicked at your Labor Day party, but she made no attempt to call me after that, and now she wants to call me? Any idea what about?"
I said, "Maybe to talk about our family structure here?"
Maria paled. "What? Do you mean about the incest? Or about the polyamory? Why would she think I knew anything about that? Drew, what's going on?"
I took a deep breath. "She knows about the incest. She figured it out during that same party, partly because of Gavin's eyes. She's considering joining our group marriage, but is hesitating because she's got two kids of her own, and isn't sure of their acceptance or even interest."
"Why would she think I knew about the incest, though?" Maria asked.
"Because I told her I'd been intimate with you, too," I admitted.
"Why would you say that?"
I said, "I've only been intimate with Ginger one night, near the beginning of November. During some pillow talk, I got talking about all the women I had ever fallen in love with, and included your name on the list. She asked me about you being my aunt, and I admitted you'd been with me twice, Mom and Henry a few more times. She's probably just looking for your perspective on our family."
The doorbell rang again, and we had to cut the conversation short. It was Grandma and Grandpa Cooper, and before I'd even let them into the house, I could see the Taylors pull up.
Patti had already told her parents about her pregnancy, as well as Sandy's, so there wasn't any blockbuster news to cause much in the way of drama, compared to the year before.
We had our dinner, and exchanged our gifts, let the grandparents and Jody play with the kids, and eventually everyone but Maria went home. We settled the kids into the nursery, and eight of us sat around the West living room, Christmas carols playing in the background.
Maria said, "I want to get back to the conversation that got cut off when my parents and Patti's family arrived. So, Ginger knows that I've had sex with my sister and my nephew? Why would you reveal that without letting me make that decision?"
"It was a mistake, Aunt Maria," I said. "I wasn't thinking in terms of protecting a secret, when Ginger already knew the big ones. I'm sorry."
"And this was a list of women you're in love with?" she asked. "You really feel that way about me?"
"Of course," I answered. "Every woman in this room right now is on that list, and a few others besides, including you and Ginger. I don't say it unless I mean it, and you know I've told you that many times."
Maria sighed. "So, to keep me a secret, you would have needed to keep me off of that list? I guess I'll have to forgive you, if I'm going to show you how much I love you, too, sweetie. Just you and me, alright?"
"Whatever you want, Maria," I said, getting up to take her hand, and say good night to everyone else. We walked to Center House, and Maria laughed out loud when she saw the double-queen bed in its master bedroom.
"This is the bed you use when you all want to make love together?" she asked.
I said, "Yup. Sleeps six pretty easily, seven a bit cramped, but we've done it. We'll probably be using it tomorrow night, in fact."
"So, why did you choose this for just the two of us?"
I shrugged. "I wasn't sure ahead of time whether you'd want Mom and Henry to come along or anyone else, where any of the regular Cal Kings have a hard time sleeping four people. Last year, we used the bedroom we call Sandy's, even if she usually sleeps somewhere else, when she's here. But this year, she's pregnant, so I wasn't sure what she was going to do."
"Not yours, I hear," Maria said, chuckling.
"No, the dad is a guy at college that she and her roommate both love. They're looking to forge a triad of their own."
"Do you wish it were yours?" she asked.
"Not really," I said. "I love Sandy as much as any of the other women in my life, but to be public about it would be a lot, lot harder than explaining being with Amber and Patti. That's the upside of not being the father. The downside is that the roommate and the dad are living in Minneapolis, and want Sandy to join them there."
"You can't be publicly in love with me, either," she said.
"No, but it's not quite the same, either. With Sandy, it would only be difficult, not impossible, so long as we could keep from revealing that Sandy was intimate with Amber and Henry, too. It's just too much of a risk to do it, otherwise. I wish I could stand on a street corner and proclaim I love her and you too, with no consequences, but that's not the world we live in. It means I love you in private, but I do love you."
Maria kissed me in response, and started tugging at my clothes. She whispered, "Let me show you my love, Drew," as she got my shirt off. She dropped to her knees, and undid my belt, and soon had my pants down to my calves, my boxer briefs down to my knees, and her mouth was licking its way along my rapidly stiffening cock.
Her tongue swirled around the crown, and I moaned her name. She sucked the head into her mouth, locking her lips along the ridge, pulling against it as her tongue tickled the tip then slid along the frenulum as she took more of me into her mouth.
We had done a 69 the Christmas Eve before, but this felt more intense, maybe because our attentions weren't divided, maybe because of how long I'd anticipated being with her again. This time, she let my cock slip into her throat on one of her downstrokes, and the moment I realized it, my orgasm burst free, and my first shot went straight down her throat, the others filling her mouth as she pulled back to suck and swallow.
"God, that was amazing, Maria," I said, as she licked the head one more time and sat back. I finished kicking off my pants and underwear, then lifted her up so I could kiss her, only to find that her mouth was still full of my cum, which she shared with me. The kiss turned into its own sex act, as both of our tongues were in battle, seeking every last drop of my essence. I was hard again, when I parted from her and grunted, "My turn."
She was in a knee-length red dress. I kissed the side of her neck as I lowered the zipper down her back, amazed to find that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. I slipped the sleeves down her arms, and moved my hands to her breasts as the dress fell to her feet, revealing that there were bra cups built into the dress.
I pulled her back into me, and my cock settled at the waistband to her panties, also red. I squeezed her breasts while nibbling on her left earlobe, then whispered, "Lie over the edge of the bed, auntie," walking us to the edge of the King.
Face down on the bed, her legs dangled over the edge, her knees not able to reach the floor. I knelt behind her, spreading her legs, and watched a droplet of her arousal reverse course and slide towards her clit.
I shoved my face between her legs, and snagged that delicious drop with my tongue, then I let my instincts take over, my tongue thrusting into her, running the length of her cleft, slipping around and over her clit.
Eventually, I was supporting her thighs on my shoulders, her knees bent and her feet in the air, my face fully pressed against her cunt, and she started to shudder and I increased my fervor, and her orgasm intensified. "Oh, Tom! That's so good! I want you to fuck me, now!" she cried. I let her using my Dad's name slide, and got up onto my feet, pushed her legs so her knees were on the mattress and her butt was elevated a few inches over the mattress, and I slammed my cock into her wet cunt from behind.
I was so turned on, I couldn't go slow. Gradually, Maria's body was getting more and more pushed onto the bed, and I had to grab her hips to pull her back, and we slammed together. Maria grunted, and began more actively pushing back into me, and even with the earlier orgasm from the blowjob, I had to succumb to another one, just as she squealed, "I'm cummmminggg, cumming, Tom!"
This time, she realized her mistake, and started to cry, even as her body continued to shake. I jumped up onto the bed, and turned her so we were face to face. "It's okay," I said. "It's okay, Maria."
She looked at me, terrified, as her tears eased. "I'm sorry, Drew. You deserve better than to be with someone who can't keep her men straight."
"Mom did it to me too, okay?" I said. "I am neither surprised nor offended to be mistaken for Dad in the middle of sex. It's a compliment, in its own way. It's not like you were looking me in the eyes when you did it. I was behind you."
"You are so good, Drew. Most guys would flip out."
"Most guys don't get mistaken for their own Dad," I said, chuckling. "It's a unique situation. But even if you had called me Henry, I'd be okay with it. It just means I reduced you to instinctual thinking. The crude way of saying it is I fucked your brains out. Only thing better is making you forget your own name."
"You do that, too," Maria sighed. "God, I wish you weren't my nephew. And already married to four other women."
"You could be the fifth, if you wanted to," I said, softly, amazed with myself as I said it.
Wide-eyed, she said, "Oh, my god. You're serious. Aren't you?"
Too late to back away. "Of course. I'm in love with you and, even if the world can't know it, I want the people I *can* trust to know that I consider you an equal with Mom, Toni, Patti and Amber. My love isn't diminished, by loving multiple women. If anything, it gets stronger the more I love. The only limits on me loving multiple people, really, is time enough to spend with them, and a bed big enough to sleep with them. Will you be my wife, even if it's only for this one night out of the year?" I hoped the compromise would help get me a 'yes'.
She stared at me, for a full minute, before saying, "You're crazy, you know that?" She wasn't smiling, so it wasn't a joke.
"I'm sure a shrink would label me 'abnormal', at the least," I replied. "My heart doesn't seem to know how to say 'no' to love, even when it's clearly going to make my life more complicated. I know this already. Asking you to marry me doesn't make sense logically, but my heart doesn't care. Please say 'yes'? Let your heart love me, for me. You can love both me and Dad, separate and equal, on our own individual merits. Please?" I shut up, before I started repeating myself, and waited for an answer.
"No," she whispered. "The answer is no. If you can't tell yourself 'no', I have to. I love you, Drew, I do. But I can't be your wife, you can't be my husband for a long list of reasons I'm sure your brain knows but your heart wants to ignore. I'm sorry, but no. I need to go back to just being your aunt." She got out of bed, pulled her panties and dress back on, and left.
For the first time since the weeks after my Dad's death, I cried. I'd lost her.
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December 25, 2015
Nobody said anything in the morning about Maria's absence, but I think they could all see that I was hurting, so I got a lot of loving hugs.
When the seven of us sat down to exchange gifts, before the babies woke, I had a special one for Amber. She was sitting in the love seat, next to Patti, and I knelt before them both, and said, "Amber, last year I asked you to accept a pendant like Mom's and Toni's as a symbol of our marriage, and you chose to have me get you earrings as a symbol of the six of us, instead. What I should have given you was a ring just like Patti's, once we decided that our public image was going to be a triad. Today, I'm rectifying that mistake."
She gasped as I pulled a jewelry box from my pajama pants, and opened it to show a three-part ring, structured like Patti's, but with yellow gold as the center band instead of rose, and an emerald-cut diamond instead of princess-cut. Her left hand was shaking, so I grasped it to hold it still while I slipped the ring onto her ring finger, that had gone unadorned for too long. Patti was holding her right hand, to keep that one from shaking, too.
When I looked up, her eyes were misty, but had not shed a tear. She said, "I love you, Drew. I truly was okay with just the earrings, because the love of all five of you matters more to me than anything material. But I'll happily show off this ring and tell anyone who asks that my poly-husband loves me very much, because I know it in my mind, heart and soul that you do. Just like you've always said the three colors symbolize."
Then it was Henry's turn to kneel before Toni and he gave her a wedding ring as well, although this one more closely resembled the braided tri-color pattern of the rings he and I both wore, but with a center setting of both diamonds and sapphires. He said, "All four of our wives deserve to wear rings, whether or not there's a wedding license involved. We love you, Toni, and want the whole world to know it. To the public, this ring might only symbolize Tina's and my love, but in private it's from all of us." He slipped the ring onto her finger, and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
I saw one tear roll down Toni's cheek, before she was able to say, "I love you all so much. I'm so glad I decided to take that walk down the beach that one night, to discover not only the secret between Drew and Tina, but the love I've always wanted in my life."
After the rest of our gifts were exchanged, we woke the babies, and coaxed them through tearing the paper off of their first Christmas gifts. Following so closely after their birthdays, I doubted they understood a bit of it. It was more for us parents.
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Our gift exchange with my Barnes family later in the day wasn't particularly notable.
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Mom came to East that night, and climbed into bed with me. "Maria told me what happened, when she came over to West to get her car. The rest of the family knows she left, but not exactly why. I'm sorry, Drew."
"My own fault," I muttered.
"For loving her, and telling her so?" Mom asked. "I hope you don't really believe that."
I shook my head. "No. For not keeping myself from proposing, when she wasn't remotely ready to say 'yes'."
Mom and I simply held each other, until I fell asleep.
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December 31, 2015
We hosted our New Year's Eve party in Center. I had called Duke and Jean to let them know that an old flame of Henry's was attending with her kids. I let Ginger know that my best friend and his wife, who had been best man and bridesmaid at our wedding, while Patti and I were matron of honor and best man at theirs, were attending. I added that they were aware of my incest, so she didn't have to worry if that topic came up, but I expected this to be just a get acquainted gathering with her kids.
Patti's parents and sister Jody agreed to watch all of our kids for the night.
Ginger arrived first, giving all of us hugs and kisses. I asked her, "How are your kids feeling about all this, right now?"
Ginger replied, "They're doubtful, particularly Toby. I don't think he's prepared to share Wendy or me, although he's looking forward to seeing Amber and Sandy again. Wendy's more optimistic, but would probably follow Toby's decision."
Jean and Duke were the next to arrive. Before I could even introduce them to Ginger, Jean cried out, "Aunt Ginger? You're Henry's old flame?" They hugged, then stepped apart but held hands, as Duke looked on in surprise.
Ginger recovered quickly, as she turned to me. "Hold on. Drew, you said you were best man at the wedding of the couple who were coming tonight? That's Jeannie and Duke? Your whole family attended?"
I answered, "Yeah, we were all invited as friends of both bride and groom, in addition to Patti and I being in the wedding party."
Ginger sighed, before saying, "My kids and I couldn't make it because my Mom had just entered hospice in Oregon, although it was another five weeks before she passed. Afterwards, I heard from Monica, my sister-in-law, all about how my nephew David got a blowjob from the best man's sister Sandy during the reception. I hadn't met you, yet, or I might have remembered if she said the best man's name was Drew. Sounds like little Miss Sandy, though."
"Did I just hear my name?" Sandy called out as she came out of the downstairs bathroom.
"Yeah, sis," I said. "It turns out that Ginger heard about your exploits at Duke and Jean's wedding as family gossip, because it turns out she's Jean's aunt."
"You're kidding, right?" Sandy snickered. "Is this family just a magnet for coincidences? Dad moves in next door to Tina and Drew, only to find that we all know Patti? Then Amber turns out to know your friend Kenny, Ginger was Toni's sister's doctor and now she's also Jean's aunt? Let me guess, Ginger's maiden name is Parker, too?"
Ginger answered, "Bingo. Jean is my older brother Derek's daughter. I heard the gossip from my younger brother Ken's wife, Monica."
Jean asked, "Are Toby and Wendy coming here, too?"
The doorbell rang, and Ginger said, "That should be them, now. Let's knock their socks off, Jeannie. Hide behind the door, and do a 'guess who?' from behind them."
I flashed back to when Patti did the same thing to Amber at the very same door and could tell from their smiles that both of them were remembering it as well. We watched as Jean stepped beside the front door, and Ginger let her kids in, drawing them into a hug as she closed the door, so Jean could creep up on them from behind.
My first glance of Wendy only confirmed what Ginger had said about resembling Amber, but I could now see traits that resembled both Ginger and Jean, too. She jumped when Jean said "Guess who?" into her ear, and spun around. They both squealed, as Wendy grabbed Jean into a hug and, before anyone could say anything, was kissing her, passionately. Jean melted into it, returning just as much energy back to Wendy.
I don't know whose eyes were widest from surprise, Ginger's, Duke's or Toby's. Duke finally stepped up to them, and cleared his throat. Jean looked his way, and finally pulled away from Wendy, squeaking out an "Oh god, Wen," then turning Wendy around to see all of us watching them. Jean said, "Wendy, Toby, I'd like to introduce my husband Duke Anderson. You guys were visiting your mom every time Duke was in Denver with me, before the wedding. I never imagined this would be the place you would finally meet, but I'm glad you finally did."
Toby shook Duke's hand, but was clearly still focused on his sister, so when Wendy kissed Duke just as hard, Toby finally spoke up. "Wendy? What the hell are you doing?"
She ended the kiss and, turning back to her brother, said, "They know. It's okay now."
"Know what?" Jean asked.
Ginger looked my way, and asked, "Drew, did you tell them?"
I simply said, "No, I didn't. I only told them you three knew Henry and his daughters. I didn't think to share names, or we wouldn't have gotten this surprise."
"What's going on?" Duke asked. "What didn't we get told, that Wendy thinks we did?"
Wendy suddenly looked scared, until Ginger broke the silence. "Well, there's no getting around it, now. Duke, Jeannie, my kids and I share the same incest secret Drew does with his family. He told me that you were aware of their secret, in case anything slipped out tonight, and that's what I told my kids. Apparently Wendy thought I meant you knew our secret, too, without knowing who we were, exactly. Drew certainly didn't know we were part of Jeannie's family."
Jean stepped between Wendy and Duke, and asked Wendy, "Toby and your mom?"
Wendy nodded meekly, then took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "The weird part is it all started because of you. I've always felt like we were close whenever the families were together, even though you're 4 years older. The summer after I graduated high school, when grandpa died and we all got together for the funeral and our families helped clear out his house and settle his estate, I felt myself getting so turned on by you. Then I overheard you admit to Aunt Monica that you were bisexual, but I couldn't gather the courage to tell you what I felt for you. I did write about it in my journal, though. After I joined Toby in college two years ago and we were sharing an apartment, he read those entries and called me on it. That led to him admitting he was attracted not only to you, but to me, too, and we've been a couple since then."
"And your mom?" Jean asked.
Wendy answered, "We told Mom about us last month. Her reunion with Henry and finding out about the incest in his family, had her thinking the same way about us. We had our first time with Mom over Thanksgiving break in Denver, then again while we've been here in Dallas for Christmas. We're actually here to get to know this group better before deciding whether to try being intimate with them, too. Are you two part of all that?"
Jean answered, "I was, briefly, more than two years ago, before the Kilsons were involved, but not now. When I was interning after my Junior year, I became intimate with Drew and Patti as a threesome, before accidentally finding out Drew's secret, then made love with Tina and Toni as well a few times. I met Duke through them, and stopped the sex with them so I could focus on being with Duke. He knew I had been with Drew and Patti, but didn't know the rest until a year ago, at the same time we both learned about the Kilson's incest. I've never been intimate with the Kilsons, and Duke hasn't been with any of them."
Wendy turned to Duke and asked, "Why haven't you? Because of the incest?"
Duke replied, "Maybe a little bit, but mostly because I prefer to stay their friend, rather than risk that by trying to turn the relationship sexual and having it fail, then not be able to go back to being friends. I... I don't make friends that easily, so the ones I have are precious."
"Wendy, what's going on?" Toby asked, confused.
"Isn't it obvious, brother?" Wendy said. "I am still attracted to Jean, and want to make love to her, if she'll have me - have us - in her life like that. I'm trying to figure out how she and Duke both feel about incest, whether mine and yours, or the prospect of having sex with her cousins. They're clearly tolerant of what happens in this household, so I'm hoping they'll be okay with ours."
"Come here, both of you," Jean said, taking their hands. Looking them both in the eyes, she said, "I dearly love you both. Your attraction to me comes as a surprise, though, so it's premature for me to make some kind of decision about that. After all, it's been more than three years since we've even seen each other, between colleges, my being in Dallas and your grandmother being sick in Oregon. We would need time to get to know each other again, for Duke to get to know you, period. Speaking just for myself, I'd say I'm a maybe, with the incest actually not being a major factor. I'll let Duke make his own choice about whether he wants to join me if I decide to say yes." She then walked over to Ginger, saying, "How are you taking all this, Auntie? You look stunned."
Ginger blinked, then hesitantly said, "I feel like I'm in a whirlwind, Jeannie. Three months ago, I came back to Dallas just hoping to reunite with Henry, only to find out that not only was he married, but he considered himself married to his daughter and his legal wife was married to her son, plus there are two more women involved, and they all wanted me to think about joining them in their group. I didn't know how to tell my kids, was afraid of the sexual thoughts I began having about them. Only to find out that my own kids had gotten intimate without me knowing, and wanted me to join them, too, which I did. Now with Wendy propositioning you and Duke today and finding out that you've already made love to some of the same people I have, I find myself faced with choices I never thought I'd have to make."
"What does your heart tell you?" Jean asked. "It usually knows the right answers, even when our heads don't."
Ginger didn't answer right away, then couldn't, as Jean stepped closer and pulled her aunt's head down into a soft kiss. We could hear Ginger's surprised moan from across the room, as Jean put her free hand on Ginger's ass, pulling them tightly together.
Jean converted the kiss into a full-body hug, and softly said, "Wendy said she felt attracted to me several years ago, but didn't say anything. Hearing that brought me full-circle. That was me, a few years before, in my feelings for you. Feeling attracted to you let me realize I was bi. With that knowledge, I had my first experiences with women in my Freshman year. When Wendy heard me confess to Aunt Monica, it was because of how I was looking at you. Without all that, I probably wouldn't have gotten involved with Drew and Patti. I wouldn't have met Duke and I wouldn't be here tonight to tell you I love you, too. I guess I'm asking you for the same consideration that Wendy's asking from me. Will you let me be your lover?"
Jean's question pushed Ginger over the edge. She swooned, and Tina couldn't hold her up. I got behind Ginger, and lifted her into my arms, carrying her to a couch. Henry was checking her pulse when she came to and, once she recognized Henry, asked, "What am I going to do, Henry?"
Henry put his hand against her cheek and said, "You're going to be happy, sweetheart, that's what. You have all of these people offering you love. Who says you have to choose between them? Society expects us to pick one person to love, for ever after, but I've learned to accept that there's room in my heart to love more than one person, and to accept love from more than one. Stop trying to pick, and accept love from all of us. Maybe not all of us at the same time, but I can take turns, too. However much of yourself you can share, I will be delighted to accept."
"No!" whined Toby. "I don't want to share. She's my mom, and she just started being my lover. Now you want her to divide her time between all the people here tonight? That's crazy!"
"I used to think like that, Toby," Amber said to him. "I didn't want to share my Dad with anyone, even when I saw the logic in him dating your mom and then Tina, before we realized Tina's family shared our secret. But Drew, Patti, Tina and Toni helped me see the same thing that my Dad is talking about. Their relationship was based not on possessiveness and jealousy, but being happy when their partners are happy with someone else. Even when I was involved with someone who didn't know about my Dad and me, they loved and supported me. Dad's love for other women doesn't diminish what he feels for me, or how I feel about him. By opening my own heart, I get the love of Drew and my co-wives, even Sandy. I'm hoping your Mom, you and Wendy can join in on that, even part-time. Not because you have to, but because you want to."
"And if I don't feel love for you or your spouses?" he asked.
"Then you don't feel it. But I do know your mom loves my dad and vice-versa, and I've been willing to share him with her from the first day she came back into our lives, because she makes him happier. All you need to do is give her the same freedom. Let her heart feel what it will, then feel happy that she's happy, even if it's with someone else. Is it easier to share her time when you're in the same house with her other lovers, or even in the same bed during sex? Sure it is. That's why we're trying to get to know each other better, to see whether the nine of us develop the feelings that would let us form one marriage. Or maybe it might be eleven, now?" Amber asked, glancing towards Jean and Duke, who were standing nearby. "No decisions have to be made tonight, one way or the other. Let's just have fun tonight, and not worry about the rest until next year, okay?"
"I guess," he answered.
The tension Toby introduced never completely went away, but we tried our best to make it a fun night. Everyone was spending the night, so alcohol flowed freely, except for Sandy and Patti, which loosened people up as the night went by.
Toby and Wendy seem inclined to only socialize with Jean, Ginger, Henry, Amber and Sandy, who they already knew. Thankfully, we had a whole set of games lined up to play, and randomizing the players did get them to interact with all of us over the course of the night.
Henry and Duke, who hadn't interacted much in the past, seemed to click really quickly, engaging in several discussions about the possibilities in new construction methods for possibly custom-building a larger house for our family during and between the games. There was a lot about Henry which reminded me of Duke's father, so I wasn't surprised. Duke's stepdad was almost a complete opposite.
Wendy was flirty with all of the men, and Sandy and Amber, but less so with Patti, Toni or Mom, especially if Toby was nearby. His possessiveness was clear, and remembering what Amber said about his maturity, he sounded several years younger than he really was.
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January 1, 2016
When it came to midnight kisses, we were four men to eight women, so two of the pairings were female. Henry was kissing Ginger, Duke was with Jean, Toby with Wendy, and I was kissing Mom. Amber kissed Toni and Patti was with Sandy.
Without saying anything, everyone switched, and Ginger kissed Toby, Wendy went to Jean, Amber came to me, Henry kissed Mom, Sandy kissed Toni, leaving Patti to kiss Duke. While this wasn't the first time he'd ever kissed Patti at midnight, he seemed extra nervous about it.
After, I pulled him aside and asked, "How are you doing, with all the revelations tonight? It's certainly not what I expected tonight to be."
"I really don't know, Drew," he admitted. "I want to do what will make Jean happy, but if she and I get sexually involved with the Carpenters, and your poly-marriage gets more fully involved with them too, perhaps even merging families, how do I keep from getting involved with you guys, too? Your friendship really does mean a lot to me. I don't want to risk it."
I responded, "I can't tell you what to feel, Duke, but if you do have feelings of attraction and love and avoid pursuing those out of fear that things wouldn't work out, I think you would be missing out, and underestimating our ability to stay friends regardless. Patti and I haven't had sex with Jean in more than two years. Did it ever interfere in our ability to be her friend?"
"No," Duke admitted. "Jean considers Patti her best friend in Dallas, perhaps her best friend, period. But I also want you to understand that you didn't have an existing friendship with Jean that turned sexual, then turned back to friendship. You went from acquaintances to sex to friends, mostly because she was involved with me and wound up working at the same company as Patti. You could just as easily have never seen each other after that summer ended and your period of intimacy was actually based on that goodbye actually happening. You didn't have to recover a friendship that you tried to change to something else."
"Point well made. Well, the 'no decisions tonight' applies to you, too. We've set aside Sandy's bedroom in East for you and Jean. Amber, Patti and I are going to be in the East master, while the Carpenters will take the bedroom in Center, and Henry, Mom, Sandy and Toni are going to have West House. Sleep on it, and maybe we can talk some more in the morning."
When the party wound down at 1, we said our good nights to the Carpenters, and the five of us walked over to East, and walked Duke and Jean to Sandy's room, and Patti, Amber and I walked back along the hallway to the master bedroom, and actually settled in to sleep.
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Around 3, I felt parched, and got up to go to the kitchen. The moment I opened the bedroom door, I could hear a female moan from down the hall, then "Fuck me, Duke! Oh, god!" pretty clearly, followed by more moans.
I looked back towards my wives, and Amber and Patti were both looking at me from the bed. Patti said, "That's not Jean."
"It doesn't sound like Ginger, either," Amber said.
"That leaves Wendy," I said, and they both agreed. I quietly walked down the stairs, got a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge, and returned. On the way back, I heard another female moaning, and this was definitely Jean's voice. The door to Sandy's room down the hallway was ajar.
After closing the master bedroom door, I slipped back in bed, and Patti said, "It sounds like it's just Jean, Duke and Wendy. I don't think Toby's with them."
"Earlier, it didn't sound like either Jean or Duke were ready to commit to doing anything with them, so what changed their mind?" I asked.
"I bet Wendy just snuck into their bed," Amber said. "A naked girl can be mighty enticing. It was enough for my Dad, once I knew he was looking at me differently."
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In the morning, I went downstairs to make coffee and get started on breakfast, and Duke was already downstairs, sipping orange juice on the living room couch. We made eye contact, and he said, "You heard, I guess."
"We all did, and guessed it was Wendy. Did she just sneak in?" I asked.
Duke said, "Yes. I woke up, and she and Jean were already in a 69 right next to me. When Wendy reached over and rubbed my prick, there wasn't a question I was going to join in. I knelt behind her, and slammed in. I actually spanked her a couple of times for sneaking in, calling her a dirty girl, which only made her hotter."
"You bastard! She's mine!" we heard shouted, and Toby ran across the room and took a mistimed swing at Duke. Duke evaded it easily, and a quick punch to Toby's stomach made him drop to the floor, face-down.
Duke growled, "Stay down, kid. Wendy clearly makes her own choices. If you want her to stay in your life, never mind your bed, you better learn it, quickly."
Jean and Wendy appeared on the stairs, and both gasped at seeing Toby sprawled on the floor. Wendy said, "I'd ask what happened, but I can guess." She crossed the room to her brother, and kneeling by him as he rolled to his back, declared, "Toby, you don't own me. Even if I have some submissive tendencies, that doesn't make me your slave. I wanted to be with Jean this morning, and since she was in bed with Duke, it only made sense to see how the three of us would do together, before seeing how the four of us would do, or maybe five if we include Mom the way Jean wants. You're going to fuck that all up, if you get jealous."
Patti and Amber came down the stairs next, eyes filled with questions. And Ginger came through the sliding glass door with Henry, Mom, Sandy and Toni, too. Wendy explained the events of the night. Ginger crossed the room to Toby, and sat next to him on the couch, whispering, while the rest of us busied ourselves in the kitchen, and quickly had a big breakfast ready.
By then, Toby had come and apologized to Duke, then hugged Wendy tight to him, saying, "I'm afraid of losing you."
"I know you are, dummy," Wendy said. "The problem is that you're insisting that this is a choice between my being with you or being with someone else. When what I'm hoping for is to have you **and** them, and Mom, on the occasions when we can get to Dallas, or they can come to Denver. When it's just you and me in Denver, I'm yours, but it's by my choice, not obligation or ownership. I'm not going to put up with this possessiveness. I love you, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. But my heart and body want to love other people, too. If we can love them together, that's great, but if it means loving them separately, I will."
"And what about the Barnes-Kilson group?" Toby asked.
Wendy looked around, knowing that we were all listening. "I'm saying 'Not right now'. Given that we're still going to be living in Denver at least until I finish college in 17 months, anything with Mom or Jean and Duke is only going to be occasional, not a 24x7 marriage like these folks have. That might change once we graduate, but until then, it will be hard enough missing the people I already love - Mom and Jean. Pursuing even more long distance relationships right now just doesn't make sense. If Mom is still involved with them after school's done, we can reevaluate. For now I say we give her our blessing to be happy with whoever she chooses."
"Yes, Mom. You have our blessing," Toby added.
I looked towards Ginger, and saw a tear fall from her face, but she was smiling, too. There was no longer a conflict between her involvement with her kids and whatever involvement with us she chose to have.
After breakfast, we bid farewell to our guests, cleaned up from breakfast, and ran over to the Taylors to pick up our kids.
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That night, I was getting ready for bed with Mom and Toni, and asked, "Do you think Wendy and Toby will change their minds, down the road?"
Mom answered, "Toby would need to grow up a little, make that a lot, first. He's way too possessive of Wendy for him to share her, although he did agree to share Ginger."
I said, "If I read Toby right, he wouldn't dare claim ownership of his own mother, so letting her go wasn't much of an issue. But his sister? He definitely thinks of her as his and his alone. But they can't all three join into the two public poly marriages we hide behind, anyway."
"True," Mom said. "The same way Sandy can't join either one."
"Or your sister Maria," Toni said, as we climbed into bed.
I said, "I think I screwed up any chance that Maria would join us, anyway. I actually proposed to her on Christmas Eve, and she said no. It's the reason she left early."
"Why?" Toni asked. "Anyone who sees her with you knows that she loves you."
"I think I'm still tangled up in her heart with her feelings for my Dad."
"She knows the difference, Drew," Mom responded.
"She's said a couple of times that her head knows the difference, but her heart doesn't. She called me Tom twice the other night, while we were having sex."
"I've done that, too," she countered.
I nodded. "I mentioned that to her, when she got upset for doing it. But you only did it one time at the beginning, and Dad had been your previous lover for 25 years before me. How many other relationships has Maria had since giving up Dad, that lasted longer than Dad? We're jumbled together, and being able to express my love for her just once or twice a year hasn't been enough to change that, and now it may never get straightened out, because she wants to go back to just being my aunt."
Mom caressed my cheek, before saying, "What else was it that you said when that happened to me? That you were trying to make me forget my own name, so it was no surprise I mixed up yours and Tom's? I'd like some more of that, if you don't mind."
"Me, too," Toni said.
"On your knees, then, Tina. You can eat out Toni while I try to make you forget your name."
They both complied with my command, and I dropped down to give my Mom a couple of quick licks, before I knelt behind her, and slowly drove my cock into her, basking in her warmth before pulling back, and sliding all the way back in.
Toni decided to rotate into a 69 under Mom as I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. Mom was moaning, before her face dipped into Toni's crotch again. I reached between the two women to grab Mom's breasts, and pinched both of her nipples, and she jolted in surprise, then thrust back at me. I felt a small amount of milk squeezed out, and rubbed it around her areola.
Continuing to hold Mom's tits with thumb and index finger squeezing her nipples, I slammed into her, then gave her a series of fast short strokes, only withdrawing about halfway. She pulled away from Toni's crotch to cry out, "Oh, fuck me, Drew. Give me all you've got!"
I felt Toni's tongue run along my shaft as I withdrew, then she returned her attention to Mom's clit. I knew Mom was close to her peak, but I hissed, "Not yet," and Toni and I dragged it out as long as we could, building her higher and higher. Just as I felt her spasm around me, I pinched her nipples again, and she positively exploded, jerking between Toni and I, and I came, grunting "Tina, fuck, Tina, I'm cummmminggg!"
As I eased myself out of her, Toni said, "I think she passed out, Drew."
Sure enough, Mom was unconscious. I helped Toni roll Mom off of her, and immediately took her place over Toni, sucking her labia into my mouth, then licking her clit and sliding two fingers inside, seeking her g-spot. Mom must have gotten her very close to orgasm, as it only took 45 seconds for Toni to be shuddering under me.
Mom was awake again and watching us, but making no move to rejoin us. Her hands caressed her boobs, soothing her nipples.
When Toni recovered enough, she grabbed my cock and pulled it into her mouth, and soon I was hard again and Toni was pulling on my buttocks to force my cock into her throat. She gagged a little, but kept at it, and soon was pushing and pulling on my hips, to get me to fuck her mouth and throat, at a pace that let her breathe.
I focused on her pleasure, seeking to give her a second oral orgasm, and once I did, I pulled my cock away from her, spun around, and thrust into her pussy and started a rapid fucking that made her cum two more times before I gushed my second load into her. Mom joined in, licking at Toni's breast, and kissing her, then after I pulled out they returned to a 69 so they could both clean my cum out of each other. I watched, enamored of them both. Losing Maria still hurt, but I knew I was certainly not lacking for love.
After another orgasm each, they finally parted, and sought out my mouth to kiss me, with our tastes smeared on their lips.
"God, you two took me beyond ecstasy, tonight," Mom said, as she cuddled into my right side, as Toni claimed my left. Mom added, "Maria made the wrong choice, baby. Maybe some day, she'll realize it, too."
I hoped so.
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Title: Des Zauberers Stab - 28 / Heimkehr by Were-Gato
Tags: Anal, Badger, Bear, Breast, Bull, German Language, Goat, Horse, M/M, Magic, Oral, Romance, Squirrel
Urghs, das war knapp. Ganz ehrlich, ich hätte nicht gedacht dass ich meinen Termin diese Woche noch einhalten kann. Und leider kann ich jetzt auch mit Gewissheit sagen, dass die nächste Woche wohl ausfallen wird. Traurig, aber böse Menschen stellen sich meiner wahren Berufung vehement in den Weg.
Egal, erstmal wünsch ich viel Spaß mit dem heutigen Segment, und hoffe auf baldige Rückkehr zur Normalität. Was auch immer das sein mag.
Des Zauberers Stab - 28
(eine pöse Furry-Fantasy)
28) Heimkehr
Die Glaskuppel des Turms glänzte im Licht der Mittagssonne. In ihren Facetten brach sich das Licht und warf zahllose winzige Regenbögen in alle Richtungen. In diesem Augenblick konnte Edwyn sich keinen schöneren Anblick vorstellen. Auf seiner kleinen Klippe ragte der Turm weit in den Himmel wie der Finger einer Hand die ihn lockte. Der junge Bär trat aus dem Schatten des kleinen Wäldchens. Das Herz hüpfte ihm in der Brust. Niemals hätte er sich träumen lassen, sich einmal so sehr nach einem Ort zu sehnen. Oder vielmehr nach dem Bewohner dieses Ortes. Zugleich aber schnürte eine dumpfe Angst ihm beständig die Kehle zu. Nicht genug um ihn aufzuhalten, doch um ihr Würgen ständig bei sich zu fühlen. Was wenn er hier nicht länger willkommen war?
Als er näher kam sah Edwyn dass ein Umbau im Gange sein musste. Fein geschnittene Bretter lagen auf mehreren Stapeln verteilt hinter der Scheune neben einem Haufen frischer Ziegel. Zeichen waren mit Kohle darauf gezeichnet. Im ersten Moment vermutete er Beschwörungsformeln oder Schutzzeichen, bis er darin das Siegel des Lieferanten erkannte. Edwyn fragte sich noch was es mit all dem auf sich haben mochte, als lange vermisste Geräusche seine Aufmerksamkeit vollständig für sich beanspruchten.
"Uhhuhuh, gibs mir!", forderte eine quietschende Stimme, deren Laute von rhythmischen Stößen durchbrochen wurde. Pelzige Muskeln klatschten laut aufeinander, begleitet von blubberndem Schmatzen. Kurzes keuchendes Grunzen unterlegte die Melodie mit Bass. Edwyn drückte sich an die Mauer der Scheune und linste vorsichtig um die Ecke. Nicht unbedingt um heimlich zu spannen sondern um die Schönheit der Darbietung nicht zu stören. Obwohl ihm Ersteres auch gelegen kam.
Das Eichhörnchen lag mitten im Hof auf dem Boden. Den Kopf auf der Erde, den Hintern hochgereckt, die Beine weit gespreizt. Sein buschiger Schweif zitterte und zuckte wild umher, im Takt seines spitzen Heulens. Der Dachs hinter ihm hielt Tims zierliche Hinterbäckchen fest in beiden Händen, presste sie in seinen Schoß und stieß zu wie ein Besessener. Zwischen seinen gefletschten Zähnen stieg nebliger Atem auf. Edwyn kannte diesen Gesichtsausdruck, Arlon versuchte krampfhaft sich zurück zu halten. Es schien nicht all zu gut zu gelingen.
"Komm her!", schrie der Dachs atemlos auf, drehte Tims schmalen Leib ohne aus ihm zu gleiten und zog ihn in seine Arme. Wie tosende Flutwellen fanden ihre Schnauzen zueinander, verschlangen sich in einem vor Gier strotzenden Kuss. Die Schenkel des Eichhörnchens schlossen sich um Arlons Hüfte, seine Arme umklammerten den starken Nacken. Der Dachs hielt den kleinen Po mit nur einer Hand an sich gepresst, die andere machte sich auf Höhe seines Bauches zu schaffen.
"Noch... nicht!", quiekte Tim, den Atem von Stößen durchbrochen.
"Doch!", keuchte Arlon "Jetzt!"
Das Eichhörnchen zuckte als sei es von Blitz getroffen worden. Tim bäumte sich auf, winselndes Heulen drang aus seiner Kehle. Er warf den Kopf in den Nacken, ehe ein schüttelnder Krampf sich seines Körpers bemächtigte. Aus seinem Heulen erwuchs ein markerschütternder Schrei.
Im selben Augenblick riss Arlon ihn noch fester an sich, presste die zuckenden und bebenden Hüften mit aller Kraft an seine Lenden. Sein Gesicht lag in der Brust des Eichhörnchens vergraben, schnaubend sog er dessen Duft in sich auf. Indessen begannen Tims Finger den Nacken des Dachses zu streicheln. Das Heulen war zu einem wohligen "Hu!" abgeklungen und auch seine Beine zitterten kaum noch. Auf seinem Gesicht lag jener Ausdruck vollendeter Zufriedenheit. Unwillig langsam öffnete er die Augen.
"Edwyn!", rief er freudig aus. Hastig löste er seine verhakten Füße von den Hüften des Dachses. "Arlon, sieh mal, Edwyn ist wieder da!"
Verlegen lächelnd trat der junge Bär hinter der Häuserecke hervor.
"He Ed!", war alles was der dicke Dachs zwischen zwei Atemzügen hervorbrachte. Behutsam ließ er Tim von seinem Schoß gleiten. Schmatzend löste sein verschmierter Schwengel sich aus dem Darm des Eichhörnchens und fiel schlapp nach unten. Wackelig kam er auf seinen eigenen Beinen zum stehen, während er heftig mit dem Schweif ruderte um nicht in die eine oder andere Richtung umzukippen. Auf seinem zerrupfen Bauch war ein weißer Fleck zu sehen, dessen Ausläufer zäh nach unten rannen. Mit etwa derselben Konsistenz wie Arlons Samen, der die Innenseiten seiner Schenkel zierte. Seine Knie drohten nachzugeben.
"Vorsicht!", rief Edwyn und packte das Eichhörnchen an den Schultern.
"Geht..." Tim holte einmal tief Luft, langsam kehrte die Ruhe in seine Brust zurück "Geht schon wieder. Arlon war nur ein wenig eifrig. Hu!"
Er ließ sich gegen den Bären fallen.
"Gut dass du wieder da bist! Der böse Junge" Er deutete auf den noch knienden Dachs "hat mir sicher gerade ein riesenhaftes Gelege eingepflanzt. Da brauchen wir unbedingt noch ein Maul mehr."
"Tim!", sagte Arlon in einem mahnenden Tonfall. Die beiden Lehrlinge sahen einander an, dann den Bären, dann wieder zurück.
"Was ist los?", fragte Edwyn schließlich.
"Es ist... nun ja...", begann Tim zaghaft. Er löste sich von Edwyn, diesmal trugen ihn seine Beine. Dennoch tänzelte er von einer Pfote auf die andere.
"Männelig ist seltsam geworden seit du weg bist", sagte Arlon rundheraus. Der massige Dachs stemmte sich auf ein Knie und richtete sich ächzend auf.
"Arlon!", mahnte Tim "Das kannst du so nicht sagen. Seltsam ist nicht das richtige Wort. Der Meister, er ist... er ist doch nur..."
"Doch, seltsam trifft es ziemlich gut", hielt Arlon dagegen. "Selbst für einen Zauberer" Sein Blick wandte sich Edwyn zu. "Ich habe gehört was er getan hat, und du hattest allen Grund sauer zu sein. Von mir wirst du keinen Vorwurf hören, dass du so Hals-Über-Kopf verschwunden bist. Und ich glaube auch sonst von niemand"
Fast unmerklich schüttelte Tim den Kopf.
"Aber seit du gegangen bist, ist der Meister zunehmend merkwürdiger geworden. Hier, ich habe nicht seltsam gesagt, zufrieden?"
Tim verdrehte die Augen zum Himmel.
"Am ersten Abend hat er kein Wort gesprochen. Am Tag darauf fanden wir unsere Aufgaben mit Kreide an die Wände vor seinem Studierzimmer geschrieben."
"Die Tür war verriegelt", fügte Tim hinzu. "Von da an verbrachte er fast alle Zeit da oben. Sogar in der Nacht ging er um. Eine ganze Woche lang. Dann begann er Briefe zu schreiben. Ein paar davon ließ er uns austragen. Zum Sägewerk, zur Lehmgrube, zum Maurermeister. Vor ein paar Tagen wurden all das Bretterzeug und die Steine gebracht. Wir wissen nicht was er vorhat! Und gestern hat er Dan weggeschickt."
"Wie weggeschickt?", entfuhr es dem Bären.
"Naja, weg halt." Das Eichhörnchen suchte nach Worten. "Er ließ ihn ins Studierzimmer kommen während wir beide im Wald junge Triebe suchten. Und als wir zurückkamen war er weg. Der Meister stand noch in der Küche und guckte in die leeren Töpfe, mit einem Gesicht wie acht Tage Regenwetter. Als wir ihn fragen was denn sei, ging er einfach."
Dachs und Eichhörnchen blickten einander an. "So war er noch nie!"
Edwyn schluckte. In seinem Kopf stapelten sich angsterfüllte Gedanken zu schwankenden Türmen aufeinander, die jederzeit umkippen konnten.
"Glaubt ihr, ich bin hier noch willkommen?"
Der Ausdruck in den Gesichtern seiner Freunde war genug, um seine Welt in ihren Grundfesten zu erschüttern.
"Ich würde jederzeit Ja sagen", meinte Arlon schließlich "Aber ich bin nicht der Herr dieses Turms."
Tim nickte betreten.
Edwyn fühlte die kalte Furcht an seinen Schultern nagen. Ein Teil von ihm wollte flüchten, sich verbergen und nie wiederkehren; um Männelig und seiner vergangenen Liebe in schmerzhaft schönen Erinnerungen zu gedenken. Doch diesmal zerquetschte er diesen Impuls. Schon einmal war er gelaufen. Es hatte ihn fort geführt, es hatte ihn zur Hexe geführt. Heute würde er nicht fliehen.
"Ich gehe zu ihm!", sagte er mit aller Entschlossenheit die er in sich finden konnte. Dennoch schwankte seine Stimme.
"Willst du nicht erst etwas mit uns essen?", fragte Tim.
Edwyn schüttelte den Kopf. "Ich hab das viel zu lange aufgeschoben."
Damit betrat er den Turm.
Eichhörnchen und Dachs blieben im Hof stehen. Eine ganze Weile lang sagten sie kein Wort.
"Was wenn er ihn endgültig fortjagt?", flüsterte Arlon schließlich "Dann ist es nur eine Frage der Zeit, bis er auch uns nicht mehr erträgt. Bis wir schließlich doch allein sind."
Tim trat leise an Arlon heran, lehnte sich an dessen Seite und schlang seine Finger um die des Dachses. Er schluckte, seine Zunge war belegt.
"Dann hast du immer noch mich."
Die Tür am Ende der Treppe war bedeckt mit Kreidestaub. Hastig verwischte Wörter und halbe Sätze bedeckten das Holz und die Wände ringsum. Edwyns Hand lag auf der Klinke. Das kalte Messing fühlte sich an, als laste das Gewicht der Welt darauf. Noch war Zeit, noch hatte der Meister ihn nicht gesehen. Noch konnte er wieder gehen.
Edwyn trat ein.
Hell leuchtete die Sonne durch die hohen Fenster. Papierfetzen voll verschmierter Worte verteilten sich über den Boden und die meisten Tische. Das Bett war zerwühlt, die Decke lag daneben. An einem alchemistischen Aufbau daneben stand groß und schwarz der Herr des Turmes, dem Eingang den Rücken zugewandt. Er trug keine Robe. Seinem Fell fehlte jeglicher Glanz. Er stellte gerade eine kleine Phiole in ihre Halterung zurück, dann stützte er sich mit beiden Armen auf die Arbeitsplatte.
"Schließ die Tür!", befahl er. Seine Stimme klang dunkel und rau.
"Ich bin es, Meister", sagte Edwyn nachdem der Riegel eingeschnappt war.
Männeligs Gestallt straffte sich.
"Ich weiß!", murrte der Stier "Wie sollte ich NICHT wissen, dass du es bist?"
"Keine Rätselworte Meister, bitte nicht heute. Ich bin gekommen, um..." Edwyn hob eine Pfote um näher zu treten, da fuhr die Hand des Stieres in die Höhe.
"Ble[IB: "](http://www.inkbunny.net/) , fuhr Männelig ihm ins Wort "Bleib da stehen!"
Edwyn gehorchte.
Der schwarze Stier schnaubte laut. "Bist du gekommen dich zu entschuldigen, und mich zu bitten, dich wieder unter meinem Dach aufzunehmen?"
"Nein", entgegnete Edwyn ruhig. Er hatte so viele Stunden damit zugebracht sich dieses Gespräch auszumalen, nun erschien ihm das Wirkliche fast wie einer seiner Träume.
"Was dann?"
"Ich bin gekommen um zu fragen, ob ich hier noch einen Platz habe", erklärte der Bär "In diesem Turm, in dieser Lehre." Er schluckte und flüsterte leise: "In deinem Herz"
Männelig ließ einen Moment der Stille verstreichen.
"Ein anderer würde sagen, dass kommt auf dasselbe heraus."
"Ein anderer ist kein Zauberlehrling", erwiderte Edwyn.
Der schwarze Stier nickte, sein Kopf sank dabei tiefer nach vorn. "Wohl wahr"
Edwyn setzte zu einem weiteren Schritt an. "Meister, ich..." "Komm nicht näher!" Männeligs Brüllen hallte von den Wänden wieder. Er seufzte tief. "Willst du vergessen, was ich deiner Meinung nach Falsches getan hätte?"
"Nein" Edwyn biss sich auf die Lippe. "Aber ich begreife es jetzt."
"Was glaubst du zu begreifen?"
"Wie leicht es ist. Wie schnell. Wie verführerisch einfach."
Männelig stutzte, Edwyn kannte die Art wie sein Meister den Kopf hob. Das war sogar von hinten zu erkennen.
"Du hast es ebenso getan!", stellte der schwarze Stier fest.
"Ja, Meister."
"Wer?"
"Banditen, Schänder. Eine Hexe die mich gefangen nahm."
Der Meister stieß einen anerkennenden Pfiff aus. "Eine imposante Reise"
Edwyn nickte. "Darum verstehe ich es nun." Er stockte, befeuchtete seine Zunge. "Vor allem, wie falsch es war!"
Männelig richtete sich auf. "Hatten sie es nicht verdient?"
"Doch! Aber es sollte nicht so sein."
"So einfach. Es war wie Glatteis. Fast wäre ich über jedes Ziel hinaus geschossen. Und etwas geworden, dass ich nicht sein wollte."
Der Stier gab einen tiefen Ton von sich. "Und das bin ich, in deinen Augen?"
"Nein. Aber beinahe."
"Beinahe", wiederholte Männelig langsam.
"Ihr... Du hast es mich gelehrt!", setzte Edwyn hastig nach "Aber ich hatte es nicht begriffen. Nicht so. Es sind so viele kleine Schritte, sie sehen so harmlos aus. Doch plötzlich..."
"...ist man zuweit gegangen", hauchte der schwarze Stier.
Edwyn nickte betreten. Vorsichtig setzte er eine Pfote in eine Lücke zwischen Dutzenden Blättern.
"Du verstehst es also?", fragte Männelig.
"Ja", antwortete der Bär. "Jetzt schon"
Der schwarze Stier stützte sich wieder auf die Arbeitsplatte, sein Kopf sank tief herab. "Ich hatte es vergessen", sinnierte er leise "Einfach vergessen"
Edwyn tastete sich weiter vor, leise und unendlich langsam. Ein Kloß formte sich in seinem Hals. "Meister. Männelig, was ist mit dir? Warum darf ich dir nicht in die Augen sehen?"
Ein Zittern lief durch den muskulösen Leib des Stieres. Es schien als sinke er in sich zusammen. Gepresst schnappte er nach Luft. "Weil..." Die Stimme riss ihm ab. "Weil ich weiß, dass sobald ich dein Gesicht sehe..." Ängstlich neigte er den Kopf. Nun stand Edwyn neben ihm, nah genug um die tiefroten Äderchen in den aufgequollenen Augen zu sehen. Der große schwarze Stier fiel auf die Knie. "...ich dich nur noch anflehen will, bei mir zu bleiben!"
Männelig brach in Tränen aus. Schluchzend und schaubend fiel er nach vorne. Edwyn stürzte auf ihn zu; fing ihn halb, wurde mit zu Boden gerissen. Sie rollten durch einen Wust aus Papieren die sich wie tanzende Teufel um sie scharten. Die Hörner des Stieres prallten gegen die steinernen Fliesen. Es knackte trocken, er stöhnte auf. Schließlich kamen sie zur Ruhe. Edwyn lag auf der Seite, den Kopf seines Liebsten in seinem Bauch vergraben.
"Verlass mich nicht!", wisperte Männeligs raue Stimme. Es lag ein wirrer Ton darin. Der junge Bär legte seine Hände auf den Kopf des Stieres und streichelte sein schwarzes Haar.
"Wie lange hast du nicht geschlafen?", fragte Edwyn sanft.
"Weiß nicht, konnte nicht. Hab ständig geträumt, du wärst nimmer da", brabbelte der Stier. Es klang als sei seine Zunge schwerer geworden. Als wäre all seine Kraft verbraucht.
Edwyn strich ihm über die Stirn. "Komm, leg dich ins Bett."
Aus halboffenen, rotgeschwollenen Augen blickte der schwarze Stier zum Gesicht des Bären auf. Er vollführte etwas das ein Nicken sein mochte.
Zerrend und schiebend gelang es Edwyn den Ausbund von Männlichkeit und Zaubermacht in seinen Bettkasten zu verfrachten. Ächzend legte der große Stier sich nieder und verzog das vernebelte Gesicht. Nach der langen Wacht musste alles an ihm schmerzen. Doch er ließ nicht zu dass der Schlaf ihn holte, noch nicht. Seine Hand ergriff Edwyns Finger, schloss sich fest darum.
"Bleibst du bei mir?"
Edwyn nahm die Hand fort und schlüpfte aus seiner Robe. Er nahm die Decke vom Boden auf, schmiegte sich an den warmen Rinderleib und zog die wärmende Wolle über sie. Seine Schnauze kam genau vor einem Ohr seines Meisters, seines Liebsten zu liegen und er flüsterte nur ein einziges Wort "Ja!"
Als das Geschrei von draußen sie weckte stand die Sonne bereits so tief dass sich ihr Licht tief orange färbte. Edwyn erwachte als Erster, für ihn war es kaum mehr als ein Nickerchen gewesen. Männelig öffnete zaghaft die Augen.
"Was ist...", wollte erfragen, da sah er das Gesicht des Bären vor sich und verstummte. Bebend erhoben seine Finger sich und griffen nach Edwyns Wangenplüsch. Der junge Bär brummte.
"Ich träume dich nicht!?", hauchte Männelig.
Edwyn legte seine Hand auf die seines Liebsten "Nein"
Männeligs Arme lagen um ihn, noch ehe er sich dessen bewusst war. Seine Brust wurde an die des Stieres gepresst.
"Edwyn", hauchte Männelig andächtig, wieder und wieder, wie ein Gebet. Edwyn ließ ihn mit Freunden gewähren, genoss seine Hitze, seine Kraft, seinen Geruch. Wie sehr er doch diesen einzigartigen Duft von Kräutern, Schwefel und reiner Männlichkeit vermisst hatte.
"Ich war wohl kein besonders edler Anblick", begann der schwarze Stier zaghaft. Er löste seinen Griff etwas und schloss stattdessen die rechte Hand des Bären zwischen die Seinen. "Aber alles was ich sagte, all das war wahr. Ich verspreche dir, ob mit Zauberei oder ohne, ich werde dir nie, niemals wieder etwas ohne deinen Wunsch antun! Bei meiner Ehre als Zauberer, als Mann. Bei meiner Liebe!"
Die freie Hand des Bären legte sich um die des Stieres. Ihm war als fügten sie sich wie von selbst zueinander. Ihre Augen trafen sich.
"Niemals werde ich ohne Einladung in deinen Kopf blicken", flüsterte Edwyn "Nie wieder deine Liebe anzweifeln und dich nie mehr so alleine lassen. Das schwöre ich!"
Für eine ganze Weile hielten sie einander fest, zufrieden damit im Blick des anderen zu versinken.
"Man könnte fast meinen, wir hätten geheiratet", kicherte Edwyn irgendwann.
"Ja, was ist das bloß über uns gekommen?"
"Es fühlte sich richtig an."
"Ja. Möchtest du es besiegeln?"
"Was schwebt dir da vor?"
Männelig beugte sich vor und schürzte die Lippen. Edwyn traf ihn auf halbem Wege. Es war ein Kuss der all die Furcht der vergangenen Wochen enthielt, alle Ängste und alle Bedenken. Im seinem hell erstrahlenden Lichte brannten sie hinweg. Ihre Hände lösten sich voneinander, befreiten sie von der Decke, fanden die viel zu lange vermissten Berührungen.
"Ho!", keuchte Edwyn erstaunt als der Kuss endlich endete. Unter der Decke kam purpurrot und steinhart die Männlichkeit seines Liebsten zum Vorschein. Wunderschön zeichnete das rot pulsierende Fleisch sich gegen das schwarze Fell ab. Aus der Spitze flossen bereits Ströme von Vorfreude. "Wie lange hast du den denn vernachlässigt?"
"Dabei musste ich ständig an dich denken", erklärte Männelig atemlos. "Und sobald mir wieder bewusst wurde dass du weg bist, fiel alles in sich zusammen."
Das Geschrei aus dem Hof wurde lauter, mehrere Stimmen riefen nach dem Meister.
"Du solltest hinaus schauen", seufzte Edwyn während Männelig seinen Hals liebkoste. "Sonst lassen die uns nie in Ruhe."
"Hast Recht", schnaubte der Meister atemlos ohne sich zu bremsen. Edwyn packte die starken Schultern und rieb sich an dem kraftvollen Nacken.
"Beeil dich!"
Sie sprangen aus dem Bett ohne die Finger voneinander zu lassen. Halb neben, halb übereinander quetschten sie sich in das Fenster das zum Hof führte und blickten hinunter.
"Was ist?", rief Männelig hinunter während er Edwyns Ohr beknabberte.
Unten auf dem Hof standen Arlon und Tim zu beiden Seiten und reckten präsentierend die Arme in die Luft. Zwischen ihnen stand Dan, hoch aufgerichtet wie ein Triumphator und blickte keck nach oben. Auf den Schultern des Hengstes saß eine dickliche blonde Ziege, die sich mit einer Hand an der Mähne ihres Geliebten festhielt. Sie hatte die Bluse aufgeknöpft, die tanzenden Brüste der Abendsonne präsentiert und winkte ausgelassen mit ihrer Leibwäsche.
"Hallo!", rief Helga ausgelassen "Hallo! Grüß euch, großer Zaubermeister. Und habt vielen Dank!"
Tänzelnd bemühte sich Dan ihre Bewegungen auszugleichen, doch die Anstrengung schaffte es nicht das Strahlen von seinem Gesicht zu vertreiben.
"Was hat das zu bedeuten?", fragte Edwyn leise.
Männelig vergrub seine Schnauze im Genick des Bären und knabberte an dessen Pelz.
"Manchmal muss einem erst das Wichtigste genommen werden, damit man einsieht wie ungerecht man war."
"Aber eine Frau, in deinem Turm?"
Männelig schnaubte, sein heißer Atem umspülte Edwyns Sinne. "Mir kommt kein Weib unter mein Dach!"
"Und wo wird Helga dann...?"
"Ich habe Dan das Dach der Scheune geschenkt", erklärte der schwarze Stier zwischen kleinen Küsschen die Schulter hinab. "Er hat so gut wie ausgelernt, er hat es sich verdient. Außerdem leckt es."
"Dann richten die beiden sich in der Scheune ein? Dafür auch das ganze Holz!"
"Ja. So ein Zufall, nicht?"
"Ja, unfassbar!"
Der Bär griff hinter seinen Rücken, seine Hand umfasste bebendes, hartes Fleisch.
"Was machst du da?", keuchte Männelig.
"Ich kröne den Moment" Geschickt lenkte Edwyn die pulsende Männlichkeit genau dorthin wo sie gebraucht wurde. Er atmete tief aus, entspannte seinen Unterleib.
"Nicht, ich..."
Der heiße Riemen berührte die zuckende Bärenpforte. Vorfreude glitschte zwischen ihnen. Edwyn ließ sich zurückfallen. Sein Liebster glitt in ihn. Keuchend nahm er ihn auf.
Es war als wäre er der Welt entrückt. Wie aus weiter Ferne legten starke Arme sich um ihn, fassten ihn, hielten ihn fest und sicher. Es gab sich vollkommen der Sensation hin, dem Gefühl seines Liebsten in seinem Leib. Mächtige Stierhoden schmiegten sich zärtlich an die seinen. Eine erste zarte Bewegung berührte ihn auf die wundervollste Weise die er sich ausmalen konnte.
"Ich kann nicht lange!"
Die Stimme sprach leise zu ihm, es war ihm gleich. Er bewegte sich, schwang im Takt. Gab sich vollkommen seinem Liebsten hin. Jedes Zucken fühlte er, jedes Beben, jeden Zug. Eine wundervolle Stimme grunzte in sein Ohr, zog ihn ganz fest an sich. Hitze explodierte in seinem Bauch, nahm ihn gefangen und erfüllte ihn vollständig. Seufzend spürte er die cremige Saat, ihre Versprechen, ihre Kraft. Sie floss tief in ihn, wo sie hingehörte.
Es war ein Augenblick so vollkommenen Glücks, dass Edwyn unmöglich kommen fühlen konnte, was ihm noch bevorstand. | FSE |
Title: How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 01
Tags: nonhuman, non-human, sci-fi
*For those who are reading my Tikbalang stories for the first time, this is the first chapter of the sequel to the 14-chapter How to Tame Your Tikbalang series I've already upped here on Literotica. I do recommend reading that series first so you don't get too lost at sea with this one.
For those who are waiting for the sequel to HTTYT, here is its first chapter. :)
I do appreciate feedback and it actually helps me see if I am able to execute my intents in the manner I've planned, so, yes, please do tell me what you think of this chapter if you are so inclined.
Thank you so much.*
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The beat bit down to the bone, the full, thumping bass insistent and evocative of the pounding he wanted to give, to get, to meld to a melody of groaning need and wailing climax.
Kidlat stalked through the crowd of bodies inside Pepe's Pole on a Saturday night, his reddish-brown hair dark and still dripping from the sudden downpour that sent him into the kinky little bar in Malate, Manila in the first place.
It was when Kidlat skirted the dance floor and its gyrating bodies that he saw him: A tall human in a sea of *Diwata, Tikbalang, Engkanto* and *Aswang*, lounging with an ease that said "yes, I know I'm a sexy beast. Come and get me." One large, well-shaped hand was on a black denim-encased thigh, tapping out a sensuous syncopation on tight quadriceps muscle that echoed the pickup in Kidlat's heartbeat.
The man was seated on one of the barstools, leaning back with a fuck-me-stupid smile highlighting a face made for the immortality of sculpture. His white linen shirt offset a tanned chest and arms and, when he took a long pull off his Cerveza Negra, the shirt's mandarin collar and three undone buttons framed a luscious throat Kidlat could imagine licking over and over again. His wavy black hair was cut in a carelessly tousled just-rolled-outta-bed shag that went well with his strong, angled brows and dark eyes ringed with almost girlishly thick and long lashes. His red lips glistened, their fullness sealed against the brown lip of the beer bottle and Kidlat just had to stare, teeth on lower lip as the man took another long pull and swallow.
Onstage, dancers took to pole and cage with artful abandon, their hips and thighs making bold statements of sexual desire as they looked out on the audience below with bright, feral eyes, their clothes coming off slowly and seductively to expose flawless skin neon-painted with tribal designs that drew the eyes to breasts, built chests, gorgeously cut abs and other parts down south worth second and third looks.
Not that Kidlat noticed. All he saw was the man at the bar, swigging his beer and scanning the room. Obviously that gorgeous hunk of man was waiting for someone, what with his eyes going between entrance and stage.
Now, Pepe's Pole was a place where the beautful took center stage without shame, shook their booty and seduced the audience without hesitation. It was also a place where the Other World's denizens could let their hair down and find themselves someone to roll in the hay for an hour, a day, maybe even eternity.
It was just another monsoon evening in Malate, once the most notorious of red-light districts. Former Manila Mayor Alfredo Lim may have cleaned up the district, but that was mainly just for show. In this part of the City by the Bay, sex still happened in dark alleys and even duskier nooks. You could get your pounds of flesh any way you wanted if you knew where to look.
This Tikbalang was hunting and his prey was within sight.
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Ulap Delubyo Batumbakal was sitting under an umbrella at the little outdoor café as the rain fell. Clad in his impeccable banker's bespoke tropical suit in charcoal gray over a pristine white shirt and red Versace tie and shod in the best black designer wingtips the Florsheim store had to offer, he looked every inch the chairman of the board that he was. His black hair was streaked with white wings at the temples, which only added a dignified air to his rakishly dark good looks and the natural tan of his skin. Not bad for someone with four children who were full-grown and living their own lives. Actually, not too bad, indeed, for someone who was about to become a grandfather at long last.
Ulap sipped his *barako* espresso and leaned against the wicker back of his chair, his coffee eyes taking in the slick asphalt of the designated space where he expected his wife to park her car. It was, after all, her turn to pick him up from work, but she'd gotten stuck in the monster traffic jams that make up Manileños' everyday calvary. Instead of waiting in his Manila office, Ulap decided to go out for a bit of a walk and a coffee.
The café was part of a small compound enclosed by a low brick wall that also housed a bar, full-service spa and what looked like a small gift shop and he'd come here for sentimental reasons.
When he'd been wooing his wife, this patch of pavement was once a little restaurant run by a self-made Chinese businessman who'd married a full-blooded Spanish *insulares* lass. This was where he'd finally won a happy "yes" from Bulan's sweet, lovely lips.
Now it was owned by different people who had preserved the Spanish colonial architecture of the main structure and the art deco designs of the outbuildings that were added years later. They'd put these to multiple purposes, but the lot itself was still a space he'd some sentimental affection for—even after all these years.
It doesn't matter how long you've been married, Ulap thought to himself as he checked his wafer-thin Breuget watch for the third time in the last quarter hour. You make sure your woman knows you're taking good care of yourself for her sake.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
A masculine voice interrupted Ulap's reveries and he turned to look at the stranger who'd approached him.
"Actually, I'm just waiting for someone," Ulap said, his voice polite but carefully neutral. He was not happy with the assessing look the stranger had given him, like he was the café's dinner special.
"Are you taken?" This from the mortal in tight, white skinny jeans and black, torso-hugging t-shirt.
"Yes, son, I most definitely am." Ulap tried to keep the irritation out of his tone.
"Too bad," the wiry young human twentysomething said with a cutesy smile. "I'd happily have taken you."
With that, the young man disappeared through a set of heavy mahogany double doors under a blue and purple neon sign proclaiming the bar's name: Pepe's Pole.
At which point Ulap's mobile phone sang out Bulan's ringtone, the sexy guitar riff of the Inxs' *Need You Tonight.*
"Oh, babe, I'm so sorry to be so late." Bulan's apology was shot through with an undertone of anger, the slight echo indicating that she was speaking over the hands-free feature. "Manila's so full of idiots behind steering wheels. They should be shot. That's the solution to our traffic woes: Get the stupid ones and the assholes off the road permanently and reduce their vehicles to cubes of crushed metal."
"Easy, Baylan mine, don't get mad," Ulap said with a small chuckle. "You might actually call lightning on the poor fool who offends you like you did last week. I'll just keep busy here, okay? There's a bar just past the café, Pepe's Pole. Let me go see what they have there and I'll meet you inside, okay? You can pretend to pick me up. It will be kinky, for sure. Should I play hard to get or *haliparot*?"
"You're such a bad boy, Ulap mine," Bulan was shaking her head at her husband's audacity as she maneuvered around yet another idiot and stifled a very, very bad word about that fool's ancestry. "Just make sure you're out of the rain and not too bored. If I do like the bar, I will definitely make a slut of you when I see you. I need to de-stress."
"All right, dear, I'll be inside, waiting to be propositioned by a goddess, then. After that, I'll be inside you. All night long. Love you."
Ulap rang off to Bulan's amused little huffs and smiled. Getting older did not mean losing the excitement that had brought him and his wife together, after all. With that thought top of mind, he pushed his way into Pepe's Pole, anticipating a good, hard shot of *lambanog* to get him ready for the advances of that buxom armful of goddess he called wife. The Old Gods knew he'd need fortifying first, because, as insatiable as he could get, his wife could definitely do him one better.
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"*Lambanog*, straight up, please. No ice." Ulap shot his order to the barkeep, a *Diwata* in a skintight black baby tee with the words "Don't. Fuck. With. Me." emblazoned in white across her healthy chest and tight leather pants hugging curvy hips and long, lithe legs that said otherwise.
Gorgeous as the *Diwata* was, Ulap's thoughts were on his wife: Her lush body with its perfectly peachy-tan skin, her beautiful bow lips. Her gorgeous black hair falling perfectly straight down past her hips, the tips just level with her pink, feminine bits. Feminine bits he wanted to explore all over again in their wettest, neediest glory. With lips and fingers and hard, hard *tarugo*. And, just like that, his pants got too tight. *Must not think too much about what makes that woman so delicious*, Ulap chided himself. *Well, not until she's within reach and we're near some conveniently cool, dark place. An alley will do, but maybe a hotel? There must be about six of them here.*
He settled onto one of the barstools, facing the mirror behind the bartender. *There, now I can take in the show without looking like a dirty old man*, Ulap thought with satisfaction as he sipped the clear, fiery ethanol that passed for native liquor. *Ah, yes, the best use of coconut water, ever*. He sighed and kept right on thinking of his wife and how her little sounds of pleasure tickled his ear as he fucked her wildly just that morning and he knew there was no helping his arousal until she got there. *Patience is a virtue, Ulap.*
Ulap turned the barstool toward the stage so he could check the door to his left before tipping his head back and rolling his shoulders, feeling the day's tension ease away as he took another, deeper draught of his drink.
And immediately sputtered it out as he felt a hand rub firmly against his groin. Onto a male *Aswang* who was standing too closely between his splayed legs for comfort.
"I must say I do like the way you got me wet," the *Aswang* said, not in the least put off by the *lambanog* shower that landed on his black silk polo shirt. He pressed his hand even harder against Ulap's unsubsided erection and drew all the wrong conclusions.
Which was why, when the *Aswang* leaned in to deliver an exploratory kiss, he managed to kiss Ulap's large, incoming fist.
\*\*\*
Cocoy saw the man in black silk and denim fly over the dance floor and land with a bone-crushing thud, right in front of the pole-dancer at center stage. Thank goodness the man was shimmying his thong-clad glutes up the pole or he'd have cushioned the flyer's fall.
He winced in sympathy as he heard the impact of a large body on the polished wooden floorboards. *Ouch.*
Cocoy averted his eyes from the angry man. *It doesn't do a body good to get in the middle of a bar brawl, no matter how one-sided*, he reminded himself.
So he let his eyes wander over the dance floor, to watch a gorgeous pair of biker-booted and blue jeans-clad legs maneuver some intricate footwork with masculine grace. His eyes roved upward, to take in the tight, round butt above the meaty legs and the soft, olive-green t-shirt hugging every delineated muscle on a back that was obviously strong and ripped, a shirt that set off the rich, deep red and dark chocolate tones of this man's curly hair. The slow sway of those hips had Cocoy so entranced that he suddenly needed to look away for a bit, if only to get himself composed enough to approach that specimen of prime maleness later on.
So he turned to the man beside him, a distinguished-looking gent in a gray suit and black wingtips who had thrown the punch that sent the other guy flying.
"Oh, hey, sir, can we calm down?" The barkeep had her hand on the older man's shoulder and was trying to signal to the bouncers at the bar entrance. "We're all friends here."
"You tell that *maligno* that," Ulap said, shaking his right hand vigorously his low voice shot through with barely-suppressed anger. "He shouldn't be touching my personal parts like that."
"Actually, sir, this is a place where that *maligno* was doing precisely the accepted thing," the *Diwata* said as Ulap glowered down at her. "This is a bar where people who like sex—whatever they are and whatever their preferences are—can find it. Sitting at the bar means you're fair game. Of course, most people refer to Pepe's Pole as a gay bar, but, really, almost anything consensual goes."
Ulap was taken aback and he would have argued with the barkeep when he heard a wonderfully familiar voice behind him. "Well, it was not consensual and I didn't know about that rule with sitting at the bar. Thank you for telling me that. I'll not make that mistake again." Dander up, Ulap was about to turn and take his leave when he felt a smaller, softer body press against his rigid back.
"I'm looking for a very, very bad man to take home for the night," a dulcet alto whisper drifted up his shoulder to his ear as a blessedly feminine hand traced its way up one of Ulap's legs and cupped his crotch, massaging the hard heft it found with practiced ease. "Perhaps that man is you, sir?"
"Thank the Gods of War you're here," Ulap said as he turned to Bulan and buried his aquiline nose into her night jasmine-scented hair and shut his eyes. "I was getting impatient for you."
Just then, a streak of lightning arced over the dance floor, striking the rising Aswang between the eyes, knocking him unconscious. "That should take care of that," Bulan said casually. "Nobody puts the move on my guy and gets away with it. Only lightning reaps no vengeance."
Bulan wrapped a deceptively delicate-looking hand around the knot of her husband's tie and pulled gently as she walked to the door. "Let's go. I need to get you in me in the worst way. At least thrice."
"I hear, I obey, Babaylan of my life," Ulap said with a grin lacing his straitlaced tone of voice. "Lead on."
\*\*\*
From the dance floor, Kidlat had a prime view of the perfect arc of lightning that hit the *Aswang* onstage, though he did not see who'd called it. *Someone got a Babaylan angry. Tsk.* Or maybe it was a Bayot, the male priests who cross-dressed to access the divine feminine aspect of the Babaylan and marry it to the raw, male energy given by SkyFather Bathala to males. The Babaylan is already a powerhouse. The Bayot even more so, transvestism and effete rituals notwithstanding. Most Bayot were totally male, though some preferred guys.
But, if the Babaylan is rare, then the Bayot is even rarer, Kidlat thought to himself. *But what I wouldn't do for a Bayot of my own, he cast a silent wish. Someone who can take all of me, undiluted, and give back as good as he gets. Because, hell, I know I like mine male, big and burly, wild and delicious. Ah, SkyFather, let me have some of that someday.*
Lost in his wishing, Kidlat was caught unawares when a warm male front came up smack against his back and butt and a pair of hands caught his hips in a determined but careful grip.
"That shirt looks good on you. I'm sure I'll look even better on you," a husky voice slid a sexy baritone whisper in his ear. "Wanna try me on?" Hot breath on Kidlat's neck drew pleasured shivers as the Tikbalang turned to face the man behind him and he beheld the prey he thought he'd been stalking.
"Dance with me." Kidlat decided to take charge. He was the taller one, after all. This human was what? Five foot-eleven, six foot flat? At six-four, he was confident he'd get the upper hand. But there was this thrumming energy about the man that made his inner horse prick up its ears.
"I'm so glad you dance my way, lover-boy," the man in the white linen shirt said with a smile, not in the least bit intimidated by Kidlat's intense stare. He even ground his groin against the Tikbalang's leg. "Let's. My name is Cocoy, by the way. Just so you know what you're going to yell out along with 'OhMyGod' later."
"Kidlat. And let's see who'll be yelling first."
With that, they battled for control as Kidlat began a slow, hard grind against Cocoy and Cocoy answered in kind, grabbing Kidlat's behind in a hard, unspoken challenge.
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Just when she was about to swear off men forever (ex number sixteen having done a number on her, again), Jinx found herself watching not one man, but two. Which was awkward. Because she was in the middle of trying to get into the hot and heavy with a beautifully exotic woman in a brief little bit of lace that passed for a dress only because it just about covered her hard nipples and wet *puki* in peekaboo strips.
*Well, if you touch the right erogenous zones in just the right way, then you'll get the arousal you intend and the happy ending you seek, right? Riiiight.*
Jinx had to admit it was intoxicating, watching two very sexy men all but fucking on the dance floor, their eyes locked on each other and their hands barely restrained in their roaming over ripped chests, cut bellies and firm, high buns of steel. *Whew. Hot in here.*
She felt her dance partner's hands roaming over her own rounded ass, felt a wet, thong-covered groin rubbing against her bare leg as the thumping four-four rhythm of the trance music now playing brought them to a very sexy how-low-can-you-go grind. She felt soft, womanly lips caress her throat lightly as her partner flirted wordlessly with her.
They danced closely, their breasts pressed together, the girl quite obviously into Jinx and Jinx subtly into the pair of magnificent men, one tall and broad and the other tall and wiry, dry-humping to the music.
Jinx brought a hand up to tangle her fingers into her dance partner's salon-perfect raven curls and held her head in place as she closed her amber eyes and let her head fall back. The girl had a talented tongue and Jinx knew a moment of regret that she'd not connected on a deeper level with Adora.
*The woman deserves better*. But hell, so did she.
"
Somehow, I know you're getting all hot and bothered," Adora said softly against Jinx's left ear, "but I also know I'm not the one doing this to you, sweetheart."
*Busted.* Jinx pulled away a bit and looked Adora in the eye. "Well, you do know which switches to flip and you're gorgeous..." Jinx began.
"I know that, dearling." Adora was smiling. "And I do like some eggplant myself on occasion, as well as mussels. But you? You're straight as a line made with a ruler, girl. Would you like those two making like horndogs in front of us? Something tells me you do."
"I do like, yes." Jinx blushed as she said this. She had no idea why she couldn't even tell a little white lie to Adora, but, well there it was. She couldn't.
"Then go get, girlfriend. I'm just as happy being a wingwoman. *Diwatas*, after all, can have anyone they want. I can get me mine later." Having said that, Adora gave Jinx a wink and a small shove that sent her straight into the manwich in need of filling. "You'll thank me later," Adora added as she turned and left the dance floor.
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"Oh, dear me, I'm so sorry to crash into your manwich like this..." Jinx's composure was shot the moment she felt the forward momentum knocking her off her black as sin fuck-me heels and right between Cocoy and Kidlat.
"Manwich?!"
"Whoa!"
Both men blurted out their surprise simultaneously and Jinx was just glad they'd had the presence of mind to keep her from falling to the floor. That would have exposed her barely-there lace boyleg panties to all and sundry and, brief as her little red dress was (a bandage dress, after all, only covers the parts that are illegal to bare publicly).
Then she remembered that she wasn't a sex goddess. That she'd chosen that dress because, well, she was slim, with nonexistent hips and only by the grace of her well-rounded ass and breasts could she be considered female. That, and she was too tall to be called petite. And her cropped black hair was almost masculine in its pixie cut...
"Uhm, I'm sorry, gentlemen," Jinx began, her soft voice squeaking with embarassment. "I do hope I didn't spoil your, uh, dance. My lady-friend pushed me at you."
"Did she now?" Cocoy cocked a crow's wing of a brow up, amusement sifting through the irritation he still felt at being interrupted by a careening female. "Are you hurt?"
Kidlat was silent, looking intently over this creature in red splayed against his chest as he held her up by the armpits. He felt that thrum of energy, similar to the power he felt radiating from Cocoy, but vastly different. It was more—female—more earthy, but no less sexy.
"Would you like to sit down? Get something to drink or eat?" Kidlat's questions came out in a rush and he addressed Cocoy as much as the lovely (now where did that thought come from?) creature in his arms.
Cocoy nodded, feeling distracted by the soft, feminine hands still gripping his waist tightly as Jinx found her feet and steadied herself, her hips inadvertently brushing the hard-on he still had from necking with Kidlat.
The trio quit the dance floor, the opening they left filling quickly again with gyrating bodies as the music changed to a faster, more demanding song and some street-dancers replaced the cage-dancing women and pole-dancing dude.
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"So, tell me more about the manwich to which you referred," Cocoy said after introductions were made and he finally got a good look at the face of the woman who'd shot right between him and Kidlat.
Her hair was so black its highlights were blue, something that contrasted beautifully with the light amber of her eyes and the strong lines of her jaw and brow. Also with the full, deep pink of her bow lips and that deep dimple in her right cheek that peeked out when she pursed those lips as she thought of her answer.
"Well, where do I begin?" Jinx blew her short fringe off her forehead as she tried to put the words together. "I was done with men. I mean, my last boyfriend was a nightmare. A gorgeous, masculine nightmare, but, still, a nightmare. So I came here, since Pepe's Pole is rumored to be a place where a girl can go wild without getting labeled a slut, you know. I wanted a change of pace, perhaps breasts instead of chest, you know?"
Kidlat looked intently at this woman sitting catty-corner between him and Cocoy, nodding at each 'you know' and hoping he looked like he did know (he didn't). He had to concentrate on listening to both of the humans, because, just as each one apparently spewed enough psychic energy to drive his libido crazy, the two of them combined made thinking an almost impossible task.
It was all he could do not to grab them both and try to hump them simultaneously, on the café table, right in front of the road. *Now why the fuck is this happening, now that I've finally made peace with liking men, not women? The Old Gods have a sick sense of humor, that's why.*
Never in his life had Kidlat found himself drawn to females, unlike his elder brother, Buhawi, or his younger brother, Habagat, who had to be kept in the Other World when he discovered that his *tarugo* wasn't just for pissing out of and wouldn't stop choking the chicken when he discovered masturbation and girlie magazines at roughly the same time.
"Maybe you just picked losers," Cocoy said, trying to ease Jinx's anxious fidgeting by putting his hands on hers. "I'm sure the right guy for you is there. Don't lose faith." But, as he spoke his platitudes, Cocoy could feel Jinx's body heat and it was doing all sorts of good (BAD!) things to his groin, which was already in a lather thanks to Kidlat.
Okay, I know I swing both ways, but, wow. This borders on greed. Cocoy mentally shook his head as his eyes widened with the realization that he wanted both this woman sitting knock-kneed to his right and the man keeping a stolid silence on his left. *Maybe I can... oh, why not?*
"Yeah," Kidlat cottoned onto the conversation at last, "Maybe you just chose guys whose parents didn't teach them how to treat women right." Then he put his hand over Cocoy's and Jinx's and his brain got fried again.
"Look, Kidlat, Cocoy, don't take this the wrong way, okay?" Jinx bit her lip as she paused, looking first at Kidlat, then at Cocoy, both of whom were looking at her with increasing intensity that she wasn't quite comfortable feeling. "I found you both so hot, being lost in each other and all. I'm not being a fag-hag, I'm just being honest. But maybe we can talk when I haven't had too many cosmopolitans and you aren't looking at me like I'd make a good midnight snack."
*Smackdown. Ouchies.* Cocoy blinked back a wince and put the charm on full throttle, with an undies-melting smile, as he forced himself to relax and pull his hand away from the pile on the table so he could reach for the latte he'd ordered. "Hey, let me be just as honest: I find both of you really hot. I want both of you. Now that that's out of the way, can we exchange numbers and set a date?" The latte had gotten cold sometime into their conversation and Cocoy made a face. "Ack. Cold coffee."
Drawing in a deep breath that made his chest expand (quite the delighful sight, really, for one him and one her), Kidlat pulled his hand off Jinx's, as well.
"Yes, I think we need clear heads for what comes after this... thing we've triggered," Kidlat said somberly as he willed his stubborn cockstand down without success. "This is the first time I've found a woman I want like this and I need to wrap my head around it. No offense intended," he turned earnest eyes to Jinx.
"None taken," she responded with a relieved (and very, very appealing) smile, complete with deep dimple action and a touch of teeth on bottom lip. "I've never found myself this hot for two men at the same time, either."
"Okay, that's enough honesty for the evening, hmmm? Let's swap numbers and talk later," Cocoy's tone was brisk, masking the fact he wanted to explore Jinx's succulent mouth with full tongue action, then do the exact same thing to Kidlat, whose mouth he'd already explored and couldn't get enough of.
The three went their separate ways, since they'd all brought vehicles: Kidlat had his Kawasaki Ninja, Cocoy drove a Ford Everest and Jinx's car could have been her namesake if the backfire of the battered old Ford Cortina of indeterminate color (get-away car comes to mind) was anything to go by.
"It's a car," Jinx had said defensively when both men offered to bring her home or get her a cab. "It gets me from point A to point B. I promise you, it is safe."
*It isn't that I can't afford a new car, Jinx thought to herself. I just can't be bothered with getting a new car. Besides, this is my dad's car and he loved it just as it was and I love it just as it is.*
\*\*\*
Cocoy made a beeline for the bathroom at his North Syquia apartment just a short drive down from Pepe's Pole. His raging hard-on needed immediate relief and he tried an ice-cold shower. That did not work.
So he took himself in hand and let the fantasy take him as he caressed balls and jerked hard on his *tarugo* after soaping up, his back and ass tense against the cold tile of his shower stall.
*Ah, if only I could have Jinx's sweet lips around my cock. Have her take me down her throat while she sucks and licks at me. If only Kidlat would take over jacking me off while she licks my balls. He'd have one hand on her breast, I'd take hold of the other and she'd be playing with her wet puki, fingering it and her clit while moaning all over my groin. That would be so good. So good.*
Kidlat looked down upon the magnificent view of Metro Manila from his lofty perch at the Grammercy Place penthouse and knew that, somewhere in the densely-packed metropolis, two gorgeous, delicious people who may or may not be Other would dream of him pleasuring them. Just as he'd dream of them. Hand on cock, probably.
He sighed and reached into the narra bureau behind the leather sectional sofa and counted the red candles in it. Perhaps he'd have enough to work a bit of magic. First to get answers, then to find his pathway.
Jinx barely made it home to her Pasay City home, well, what used to be the clan ancestral home. The clan was long gone overseas and only she chose to remain Filipino. But home is home and the rococo décor still suited her just fine, thank you very much.
*I'm not going to reach the bedroom*, she knew that much. So she settled herself on an old plantation chair, splayed her legs over each long, hardwood arm, reclined into the wicker weave and began by caressing her generous bounty of chestiness, looking at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror directly across it and between heavily-curtained windows.
Two hot men feeling each other up on the dance floor just got her engines revved. Now, two hot men kissing her above and below was a fantasy that would blow her mind.
*Speaking of blow...*
Jinx's fingers sped up under the lace of her underwear and beneath, as she lifted her ass off the seat and set her clitoris on fire with one hand and fucked her dripping pussy from under with three fingers of the other.
She presented an erotic picture with her face set in a rictus of pleasure, her nipples poking up at the ceiling through the Indian cotton of her bandage dress and her body splayed out like an offering on some pagan god's plinth, hips pumping and legs taut as she worked for her orgasm.
When she came, she came thrice, in succession, until she could barely stay conscious enough to shed her shoes and find her bed.
Yes, it would be a long night. | literotica |
Title: Gary the dragon by Doc Hauke
Tags: Dragon, Humiliation, Oviposition, Pregnancy
In the darkness of my den, I woke because I thought I heard a moan. It took me a few seconds to realize it had been me. What I'd give for the ability to sleep through the night, these days...well, as members of my family would be happy to remind me, I'd brought a lot of this on myself.
My foreclaw had been twiddling about my sheath, where I kept my masculine bits. However, they were very unresponsive at the moment. Being full of eggy hormones tends to do that to a guy. It couldn't be an accident that all of those important parts were arranged the way they were, so close together. Impregnating yourself has got to be something every drake does accidentally--if they don't have a bizarrely uptight family like mine. It's so easy to do, and it feels very good when you do it.
Of course, I didn't do it by accident this time. The first time, yeah, that wasn't on purpose. The second time, I probably should have known better. This was the fifth. It's a very satisfying feeling at first.
Typical of good things, though, there's a big downside. Being gravid sucks in some ways: there's the male impotence, for one thing. Getting a huge belly is another side effect that you just learn to live with. Then there are cramps, aches and pains like the ones that probably woke me up...
And, of course, there's the grand finale: labor.
I quit trying to encourage my useless shaft and moved my claws up to my belly, at first resting them there, and then rubbing around in circles as I followed the very slight grooves that surrounded the lumps living there. The clutches just get bigger and bigger, the older drakes say. I was well on my way to eventually setting a record, probably.
When you expect something for a while but don't look forward to it, it looms over you and starts to color your every waking thought. I had those sorts of feelings for the first four clutches I've parented. You know it's going to happen, but it's not a blessed, mystical event like most drakes in my family like to pretend. It's a lot of work, it hurts in parts, and there are of course parts that feel good--I wouldn't have done this over again if there weren't--but it's a huge chore. Work doesn't mix too well with me.
But maybe having gone through the experience a few times before led me to what I did next. I tried a little experiment; I'd started collecting together some stuff for a little nest; I went there, straddled the edge, and squeezed a little, pushing. Instead of waiting until the eggs insisted they were ready to come, maybe I could encourage them a little.
It surprised me that it worked so well. I almost doubled over, and I winced as I felt the little guys rolling around, like a bunch of crazed herd animals bearing down on a single small exit. Unfortunately for them and me, it was such a small exit that only one of them could barely fit through at a time.
I fell to my side with a loud thump, and waited; my gut clenched a few times, and then went still, so I squeezed again. There it went--once again, the eggs started moving around. I groaned, rolled onto my stomach and lay there for a while, feeling them lining up inside while I gave them an occasional squeeze. It was definitely going to happen. 'Good,' I remember thinking to myself.
First came a good deal of clear, thick and slick fluid; a sort of lubricant that actually didn't seem to help a whole lot. That's just my opinion. It runs everywhere, but at least it's easy to clean up, and it's clear when it dries. It tends to spray out just before an egg comes.
In the past, I'd just dropped the eggs wherever I happened to be, as I'd wait until the last minute. This was the first time I'd laid eggs in my room, where I have a reflective stone in a corner for grooming purposes. Looking over at myself while I crouched there in my nest, it was the first time I was aware of what a weird face I make when I'm bearing down. I go into a very mean-looking draconic grimace; a few of my teeth show, my nostrils flare slightly, and my eyes narrow to slits. I snort, and sometimes stick out my tongue. It almost made me laugh, but it was starting to hurt down there.
Behind me, under my tail, my feminine parts were dilating, slowly relaxing, then tensing up; the vent (egg chute, we sometimes called it when we were younger) opening, halfway closing, then stretching open again. More of the clear egglaying gunk spilled out. It wasn't comfortable to have all this going on at once, in your belly, your crotch, not to mention your jaw; 'I should try to make less tense faces,' I thought to myself.
I smiled at the handsome brown and green drake in the reflecting stone. The first egg was there, just inside me; I could feel the edges of my vent settle around the small portion of shell that was probably sticking out, when I heard some claws scraping across the floor, and someone say 'Gary, how're--' I tensed up, and the egg disappeared back inside as my vent squeezed shut.
'I'm--grrnnggh--busy right now,' I panted and winced as I felt the egg start out again. 'Get outta--hrrrggghhhh...'
My uptight cousin, named Draconis (of all things!), blinked a few times, shook his head, and left. Dolt. I'm surprised he came around here, considering his dim views on me. But this was a time when I was definitely not in a position to put up with him, I had other things to focus on.
I took a deep breath and pushed hard, making a small high pitched squeak when the egg started to stretch me wider than is comfortable. You have to just hold it there and keep pushing, or you won't get anywhere. I took slow breaths, feeling shaky and quivering when an involuntary urge to bear down and push took over. But none of them amounted to much, not yet. It's a slow process.
The egg had probably gotten to about an inch when suddenly Draconis came back. I grunted, lost it, and the egg slid most of the way back inside. 'What!?' I growled.
'Do you think about what you do,' the jerk asked. 'Do you? I can overlook a lot of the things you do, or downplay them when others catch wind of them. I had discovered you have self-sired clutches in the past, and here you are doing it again. It's sad, Gary. You act like an uncontrollable beast.'
All through this little speech, I was grunting and wheezing, thinking instead about the egg; it was hard work making up lost ground, and I couldn't answer him. I just looked up at him and remembered wishing that I had never tried coming on to him when we were younger. That's probably what started this whole 'We hate Gary' thing on his side of the family. Finally, I caught my breath enough to wheeze 'What...ISsss...it?'
'Weren't you listening, Gary? This is disgraceful. I was too shocked to say anything when I first came upon you, but then I realized this is the one time you can't get up and walk away. You're bringing shame on our clan, Gary. Shame!'
I endured all of this in silence, except for an occasional involuntary whimper caused by the egg's presence, stretching me further. 'I can't--nggghh--talk now, Dra--nnccchhhh...' I trailed off, grimacing and pushing hard. The egg slid a little further, and I spread my hind legs a little more. 'Thisss isss important,' I managed to say. Laying eggs is serious business! You can't just disturb a nesting drake.
Draconis leaned in and said 'Disgraceful.'
I reared up and snapped at him. It caused me to lose a bit of progress, but I was mad. 'Leave.' I grunted, then said as more of a dragonly roar that even he'd be proud of, 'Leave!'
He stalked off. That dolt. What did he know? He was absorbed by a whole world of honor and prestige, and couldn't appreciate simple joys. I shook my hips a little, and the egg came to its furthest position yet; I groaned and pushed, and it came.
Normally there's a rush of satisfaction that borders on joy when that happens, but that useless worm Draconis had ruined it. I stewed over things as I felt the second egg's shell open up my vent. I shifted a little to the side and started bearing down when the first egg brushed against my hind foot.
Wincing, I reached down between my legs and sighed with relief when I caught hold of the first egg, pulling it up and allowing me to straighten back out. Bending over is tough when your belly is packed by a bunch of elongated lumps.
The egg was a pale red with a swirly, almost spotted violet pattern over most of the shell. It looked more handsome and colorful than most of my other eggs had been. I set it down and gazed at it as my body started work on the second egg.
'No one will talk to you like that,' I said to the egg. Listening to myself, even then I was surprised by my tone. I'm usually very easy-going, taking whatever comes and trying to enjoy myself.
Closing my eyes and grunting, I pushed hard; the second egg slid a little further out of me, to the point where you just have to wait. Holding my breath, I peeked at the first egg.
It wasn't really my first, but I felt different about this one than any of the eggs or young drakes from my first four clutches. I hoped this new serious side wouldn't stick around, but you know, it's still here, ready to come out at a moment's notice. Draconis being around tends to help that.
I labored in my room, alone, and some of the amusement I felt when I first caught sight of my face in the stone returned when I looked over just as the second egg plunked down. I had a somewhat frantic grin, all of my bottom teeth showing and my eyes were crossed for a second.
Laughing to myself quietly, I gathered up the second egg and set it next to its sibling. 'Hello, boys,' I whispered. My belly tightened up, and the third egg started to slide out. 'I'm your parent.' The second egg's pattern had the same colors, but was a little less flamboyant. I could tell the difference between them easily, even without the scent.
Tension overtook me, and I closed my eyes as the third egg took my attention. I grunted, breathing softly over the first two as my belly clenched and my vent stretched around the third egg, and I endured the discomfort.
I sighed with the content and satisfaction I was expecting as the third egg thumped down behind me, and I nudged it up to the front and licked the shell. 'No one will talk to you guys like that,' I said. 'Not if I can help it.' | FSE |
Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 10: Running!
Tags: fantasy adventure, fantasy, dungeons and dragons, supernatural, dragon slayers, adventure, action, quest, elf, half-elf
**IX
City of Flames -- 3**
*[Author's Note: Month long break is over, I'm back. Expect to see updates every couple of days or so unless I get swamped with paying work. 'sorry' for the lack of smut in this installment, but we'll get back to the fun bits at the end of Volume 2. Don't you worry \<3]*
Sarah tried to wrench herself free from the tall paladin's iron grip while the scar faced man strolled towards her with a confident smile. His lips parted in a smug smile that revealed his crooked yellowing teeth. She shoved back against her captor all the harder while Keiter took a position to protect them with his little body and Tessarie pounded on the paladin's arm with all her feeble strength.
The guards and Scarface's friends effectively ensured that the only possible way out was through the alley behind them, but the longer Sarah stood locked in the young man's grip, the more her rational mind started to fail her and give in to panic. She wasn't ready to die. Not like this. She had been wrong, she wasn't prepared. Only death awaited her now.
"Relax." The paladin said softly. His voice was as strong as his grip, making Sarah all the more frightened. He honestly believed these people were part of the guard.
But if that was the case. . .
Sarah stopped resisting.
"That's it. I'm sure whatever you've done can be--"
The scar faced man cut him off. "Good catch, now just give 'er over and--"
Sarah slipped her off hand over the paladin's sword arm, raised her voice clear and loud, "Worry not, my love, we shall face them together!"
Everyone, even Keiter looked at them. Sarah arched her back in a false swoon. "Be strong, my prince, forsooth not even the sharp blades of their swords shall rend our love-- we will face the future, the consequences, together!"
The young man shifted. "W- What? Now hold on--"
"Yes, hold on! Hold on to sanctity, for as long as we do, they cannot possibly tear us asunder!"
Scarface stopped a few feet away, glanced at the guards with an arched brow. "Thought he was one'f yours."
"Thought he was one of yours--"
The young man started to object, "No, you see, I'm a--"
"Tremendous lover!" Sarah tilted her head up to look up at him and smiled a well rehearsed affectionate grin. "That you tried to help me escape is sweet, but dear! I cannot let you face these ruffians alone! Fear not, I shall protect you!" For emphasis, she threw her hand up around his neck. His hand trembled against her gun hand but he held firm. "I don't care what the guards say about your duplicitous activity, I know none of it's true. . . Not you, my dove. You would never do anything to warrant arrest."
There was a tiny flicker of something in his eyes, for a split second Sarah dared hope that this kid-- this paladin-- could understand subtlety. Even if he couldn't, though, she wasn't going to give up the initiative now. She stroked his arm longingly and, even as he started to blush, she turned her gaze to the guards. "Do what you will, but know this! Our love is eternal-- unquestionable! I will protect him to the last breath!"
Scarface's gaze fell to the paladin. "Look, jus' hand 'er over and you can go--"
"He will do no such thing! Forsooth, what star-crossed lovers we may be that fates conspire to rip us apart shall be denied again and--"
"Fine by me." Scarface started, "Kill the rest, take her." He pointed to Sarah. The guards rounded the corner and Keiter jumped to face the new threat.
"But I'm not with her!" the kid blurted, utterly confused as to what was going on. He shot a glare at Sarah. "Tell them!"
"Tell them what, my dearest cavalier? That you will die to protect me as I will for you?! I think they know that already!" When he stared at her, she rocked back against him. The guards were only a pike's reach away now. She whispered. "You wanted to fight a dragon, now's your chance. These people work for him."
He blinked.
In that same low tone, she said, "The sand is ever slipping through the hourglass, dear." Sarah slid her hand down his body, tracing a line on his chest to his stomach and then down to his groin. She prepared to grab him. "Which one of us is dying today?"
"You're certain. . .?"
"City guards kill on sight these days?" she shot back.
"Good point." His grip loosened slightly. "You're not leaving my sight, though. Not until this is cleared up."
"Were I to tear myself from those beautiful eyes of yours for even a moment, I would surely be poorer for it." When one of the guards got too close, Keiter and Tessarie both loosed spells aimed at the group of them. One froze in place as a tight coil of energy bloomed into existence around him. A small group of them fell against one another, deep in slumber.
The paladin startled. "Hey!"
"Time to go!" Sarah fought to free her gun arm and slide out of her captor's grip, stepping to the side. The young paladin didn't let her go entirely, though, holding on to her shoulder with a firm grip. "Relax, their spells aren't permanent!"
"You stay by my side, and I'm taking this." He grabbed her pistol and tweaked it out of her hand. Even then, Sarah could feel the tension in his body relax now that he felt he had control of the situation.
Let him think it, she decided. She grabbed Keiter's arm and turning to run. "Come on!"
The four of them had to have looked guilty as sin as they bowled out of the alley at a full sprint with the city guard hot on their heels, but what choice did they have? It wasn't like common law mattered in instances like this anyway.
Sarah lead them through the alleys she had chosen for her escape plan, counting on the semi-random pattern that would take them through the upscale Old Quarter to confuse their true destination-- and keep the guards from cutting them off. Sweat was beading up between her shoulders and her breath was coming in ragged sips as she pumped her arms faster and harder. Keiter was panting too but the other two seemed to have no problems keeping up.
Gods, she was too old for this. Fortunately, the heavily armored guards were just that much slower. Scarface had disappeared long ago. That was probably a bad sign.
They rounded the corner of an alley into a main thoroughfare. Once they got deep into the quarter, Sarah knew just how they could disappear, all they had to do was get there. The guards were only a few hundred feet behind, their pounding feet slamming into the cobbles second after second. But how much longer could they possibly go on?
Sarah was exhausted, too old, and much too out of shape to do this nonsense.
"Come on," The paladin offered his shoulder. Sarah looked at him like he was stupid-- as if she'd trust someone like that to keep her safe. Was he completely insane? "Where are we going?"
Fresh blood slid down Sarah's chest from the hole in her shoulder, reminding her that she needed to get her wound taken care of, even as she pumped her arms to get more speed. "Like I'd tell you!"
"Sarah!" Keiter's high pitched voice cut through the haze of adrenaline like a knife. "Trust!"
"Shut up, you!"
She lead them around the twisting corners of the old quarter until they got to the crest of a hill that poured down towards the main gates. At the bottom of the hill were several merchants carts being inspected by bored looking guards and inspectors who's bright filigree laced suits almost seemed to glitter in the early evening light.
There was something wrong, though. The guards were armored. Prepared for something. One of them looked up, spotted her and pointed. The entire lot of them turned up towards Sarah's group. This wasn't going nearly as she had planned. "Bollocks--"
The paladin and Tessarie were both panting now, they looked back. "Uh--"
Sarah grabbed the kid's arm and started off towards the alley lining Marshal street, wondering just how much time they had to get to her house, and even more than that, wondering if Scarface's men had figured out where she lived.
She knew the alleys better than most street urchins-- she had made a point to do so when she came to any new city. One never knew how useful that information would be when things went to pot. That also included knowing when certain deliveries were made. Near this hour, for example, the baker's shop on the lower end would be getting its flour delivery for early morning baking.
The Dysin family would be accepting their delivery with their father getting the store prepared while the millers loaded the flour into the back of the shop, leaving their cart empty--
Sarah glanced back. They had gained some distance on the guards.
Decision made, she pushed herself harder than before. "Tessarie, try putting them to sleep!"
"It only works once in a day, Sarah!"
"Keiter?" She huffed.
The little kobold's claws clicked rapidly across the cobbles as he tried to keep up with them. "I can't! I can't harm them!"
That got the paladin's briefest glance, Sarah muttered profanity as she pumped her arms all the harder. Blood was flowing freely down her chest by now but she couldn't stop, she couldn't give up. Not now. In the tight confines of the alley their boots clattered together in a cacophony of sound, deafening in its hard edged clips and clops.
This was a bunch of bullshit, Sarah decided. Assassins she had expected, but the city guard? That was just uncouth. Her body ached, she was tired and hung over. This was not the time to be running-- it was time to take a rest. They weren't going to be able to stay ahead of these men for much longer anyway.
But what about Keiter and Tessarie? Hell, even the paladin. None of them knew what was going on, nor what they'd die for. Hardly her problem. Was it? "Nngghh," she growled through clenched teeth. Fine. It was time for a new plan.
She knew just where to go. | literotica |
Title: Media Matters Ch. 03
Tags: hot wife, big cock, drama, police drama, crime drama, mystery, iron crowbar
**This story is part of an ongoing series.** *The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are:* Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters.
Feedback and constructive *criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.
This story contains graphic scenes, 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 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 13 - Looming Disaster**
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Fox Two News!" shouted the lovely redheaded MILF reporterette at 7:00am, Wednesday, July 11th, from across the street from the University, the Bell Tower in the background. "Fox Two News is bringing you continuing coverage of the Independent State Counsel's subpoenas of the University and Professor Laura Fredricson!"
Bettina started: "The Independent State Counsel has issued subpoenas to the University and Dr. Fredricson, and those subpoenas have been challenged in Court. State Attorney General Karl Handel made a blistering attack on Dr. Fredricson. Roll tape."
Tape rolled, showing AG Handel making a statement at a podium in his office: "It is imperative that we investigate Laura Fredricson for potential financial crimes she may have committed on behalf of her husband, Donald Troy. Dr. Fredricson has shown herself to be a woman of loose morals and low integrity. She has been allowed to teach sexual amoralism, pure filth, to the State's young women attending the University."
"Furthermore," said Handel, "the University is a State-funded Institution, and I fully expect for the University to comply with the law and to cooperate fully with the Independent State Counsel's investigation of Donald Troy... er, and Val Jared. Any refusal by any University personnel to not cooperate fully, including filing lawsuits against the Independent State Counsel, will be considered to be not cooperating, and will be investigated by my Office as criminal actions."
Back to Bettina: "Dr. Sidney P. Wellman, President of the University, says he stands with Dr. Fredricson, and that he has every right to file lawsuits for the redress of wrongs against him and his University. Some Republican legislators disagree, and say the University's funding could be reduced or cut off in the next fiscal year if the University and Dr. Fredricson don't fully comply with Robert Mullen's subpoenas. Roll tape."
Tape rolled. Wilson Hammonds was shown, saying "I am tired of this filthy sex professor and her immoral teachings being supported by the University. If she has nothing to hide, she need to testify before the ISE about her husband's abuse of Police power on behalf of Val Jared."
Lt. Governor Graham Collins said "Dr. Laura Fredricson is an untrustworthy woman teaching immoral subjects. We need a thorough investigation to determine if she is helping her husband cover up his crimes against those who accused the Governor of sexual harassment. The stench of corruption starts in the Governor's Mansion with Val Jared, but it now extends to the Police in the abusive tactics of Commander Donald Troy, and to our once-great University in the corrupt teachings of Dr. Laura Fredricson."
And Robert Mullen himself: "We need a thorough, complete examination of Laura Fredricson's activities, of her finances both through the University and through other means, and we may need to investigate her activities for the last twenty years to determine if there is a pattern of illegal behavior... what's that?... yes, I expect full compliance with *all* of my subpoenas."
Back to Bettina: "And in a sad note, former State U. standout and NFL player Terry Jones killed his girlfriend and then himself after what Police say was a domestic dispute. Fox Two News has learned that Jones was under evaluation by the NFL for mental stability issues. They leave behind a one-year-old child. Let's go to Nick Eastwood for more on this horrifying story..."
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"They can't force her to testify against her husband!" Joanne Warner exploded as the Bettina broadcast went to Nick Eastwood.
"She wouldn't be testifying against him." said Theo. "They're investigating Governor Jared."
"I don't think so." said Jerome Davis. "The Independent State Counsel's mandate says explicitly that they're investigating Commander Troy as well as the Governor. I think the Court will shoot those subpoenas down for that reason, if no other."
"What do you think, Commander?" Joanne asked.
Yep, I was in the room. I had watched with all of the Detectives and other Officers that had come into the now-crowded room. I'd sat silently through the broadcast, my face a mask of iron... but those who knew me saw my emotions as they watched me tapping my red crowbar into the palm of my left hand.
"I don't know." I said in the sudden quietness of the room. "It'll play itself out in Court."
"Sir," said Theo, "does it bother you that it's *Republicans* attacking your wife so personally?"
"*Establishment* Republicans, Detective Washington." I replied. "And I would say that '*the day of their calamity is near'...*"
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At 7:45am, three Angels presented themselves to me in my office. I had Cindy and Teresa sit down, Tanya sitting in her (normal) wheelchair between them.
I had talked to Laura on the phone. She was already at work, and a Campus Police detail was just outside the Psychology Building, and the Campus Police had sent warnings to the Press offices to remind them that the restraining order against them was in full effect. Carole and Jim were staying at home again.
"They must be getting desperate." Tanya said. "I wonder what they know, that's harmful to them, that we don't know."
"Sir," said Teresa, "A TCPD cruiser is at the entrance to your Mountain Nest home's driveway again. I've also issued instructions that any Press vehicles seen anywhere near your two houses or where your wife is on Campus are to be pulled over."
"Good, thanks." I said quietly. Cindy was peering at me.
"Spill it, Crowbar 1." she said in the silence. "You're not showing any emotion about this. You're not as worried about this as I would be if I were you."
I gave a brief, pursed smile. "I think Mullen has gone a bridge too far on this one... and he will find that out. Not from me, though. Okay... Priya is on. Let's watch some TV." I clicked the remote to turn on the television.
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I was wrong. It was not Priya.
"This is Jenna James for SNN!" said a mane of blonde hair with a beautiful face somewhere inside it. "Republicans have ratcheted up the rhetoric against University professor Laura Fredricson, who is Commander Troy's wife."
All of the Republican attacks that Bettina had shown were presented, but KSTD had some extras: "Democrats are defending Dr. Fredricson and pushing back against the Republican attacks. The Democrats Women Caucus of the State Legislature issued a blistering statement, accusing Republicans of using Dr. Fredricson as a proxy to attack *all* women's rights. Patricia Iceland, head of the State Organization for Women, the SOWs, issued a statement saying 'AG Handel and Governor Jared are peas in a pod when it comes to the abuse of women's rights!'. But none were more passionate than State Senator Katherine Woodburn. Roll tape."
Tape rolled, showing Katherine Woodburn giving a speech, saying angrily "These attacks by *Republican* Attorney General Handel and other *Republicans*, on both Paulina Patterson and the accomplished Professor Laura Fredricson, only show that Governor Val Jared's hatred of women is shared by the entire State Republican Party! Their holier-than-thou attitude towards morality is sickening, and all the more disgusting in the fact that they don't practice what they preach... from U.S. Senator Samuel Russell's cavorting with prostitutes to Lt. Governor Graham Collins's homosexual relationships, which he tries to keep in the closet!..."
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"Holy shit!" Teresa exclaimed. "She just opened a can of whoop-ass on Collins!"
"And she has the photos to prove the allegations." I said. But I wasn't really interested in what Katherine had been saying. I was seeing the woman who was behind and to the right of Katherine as the Senator spoke her mind. It was Priya Ajmani.
"Yeah, you're right." Cindy said when I pointed that out to my Angels. She got up. "I'm going to go find out what that's about, if you'll excuse me."
"You certainly have my permission... *Commander.*" I said. A green crowbar was waved back in my general direction as its owner got to the door.
My desk phone buzzed. "Commander," said Joanne Warner after I answered, "can you come into MCD and explain to us what we just saw on KSTD?"
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"Sir," said Teddy Parker when I got into MCD a few minutes later, "did you see what happened on KSTD after Senator Woodburn's tirade?"
"No." I said. "What?" Teddy nodded to Jerome to play the DVR.
Jenna reported on the murder-suicide of the football player, then introduced KSTD political reporter Brian Jennings. "This is Brian Jennings, SNN. As was just reported, an NFL football player used a *gun* to murder his girlfriend and then kill himself. We don't know what the reasons for his actions are, but I do know that if he had not had access to a *gun*, his baby child might not be an orphan now."
Jennings went on: "Gun violence in America has reached a level that is out of control. While uncaring organizations like the NRA make millions of dollars supporting murderous guns, innocent children, innocent mothers, and innocent families are being murdered by the millions of guns on our streets. It's like a war zone in our cities like Chicago, because too many people have too much access to too many guns."
Jennings continued: "Only well-trained, reputable law enforcement officers, and our military personnel, should have access to guns. Citizens do not need, and should not not have, unfettered access to guns. The Second Amendment was never meant to be a shield for rampant gun violence; it was meant to support State Militias only. If the U.S. Supreme Court won't do the right thing, then the States should call a Constitutional Convention to eliminate the Second Amendment, and then all guns in the hands of citizens should be confiscated by law enforcement authorities. When are we going to demand the killing of innocents stop? When are we going to do away with the guns that kill those innocents?"
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"Make a copy of that little speech." I said to Davis. "Send one copy of the file to me, and put the other in the evidence servers, under the name 'Brian Jennings'."
"Yes sir." Jerome said, with some enthusiasm.
Just then, Cindy burst into the room. "Can I see you in your office, or mine, Commander?"
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We went into Cindy's office. She played a Youtube video on her television monitor on the wall. It showed Katherine Woodburn at the same speech we'd seen on KSTD earlier.
"I've been trying to get this woman to come work for me for a long time!" shouted Woodburn, with Priya next to her and next to the podium. "She is an accomplished and beautiful person, and I'm glad to finally be able to announce that Priya Ajmani has joined my team as Public Relations Officer and Press Secretary!" The audience applauded.
"That's the back half of the story." Cindy said. "Yesterday, the Media began colluding to orchestrate their attacks on your wife, which we're seeing now. Priya refused to go along. She said the attacks on Dr. Fredricson weren't true, and that as a reporter she objected to the propaganda hit pieces. KSTD's new Executive Producer, Gregg Berger, called her into his office, and she came out a minute later and stormed out of the building. It's not clear if she was fired or resigned, *but she's gone from KSTD*."
"Wow... random act of conscience on Priya's part." I said.
"Yes." Cindy said. "Katherine Woodburn is not lying that she's wanted Priya to come work for her for a long time, and she scooped her up immediately. I'm a little surprised Katherine is defending *your* wife so strongly, but she never wastes an opportunity to attack Republicans."
"And in this case, rightly so." I said.
"And I'll give you some credit for Priya's act of conscience." Cindy said. When I looked at her in surprise, she said "That time you got in her face for reporting the rape victim's name, and told her you wish you'd left her to die on the CIA's table... that really, really shook her up. I'm willing to bet that was when she started thinking about things."
"I'm *not* willing to bet against you on that." I said. "And if you talk to Priya, tell her I'm glad I saved her from the CIA... now that she's no longer a filthy propagandist pretending to be a 'journalist'."
"Wow, you really do hate them, don't you?" Cindy asked, a rhetorical question backed by a grin. The grin vanished when I stared her down, not a shred of humor in my eyes nor my features. Then she said "So... what are you going to do about the attacks on Laura?"
"First," I said, "are you game for the idea I made, about removing the chairs from the Press Room?"
"Yes, and I'm way ahead of you on that." Cindy replied. "I emailed Captain Thompson when I got here this morning, and told him to lock the chairs in the storage closet."
"Good." I said. "That is something they'll actually notice. As to what to do next... I'd like to go 'nuclear' on them, and if they keep up the shit about my wife, I'm going to do it..."
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"Hi Don." said Mike G. Todd, who'd called me on my personal iPhone. "The State Independent Counsel contacted me."
"Good." I said. "When do I finally get to appear and confront the bastard?"
"I dunno." said Mike. "They called me about Dr. Fredricson's appearance. I told them that there would be none, period. They just hung up the phone without saying another word..."
**Part 14 - The Bridge Too Far**
"Sir, there's someone to see you." said Robert Mullen's assistant. "A Major Martin. He says it's urgent."
"I don't know any 'Major Martin'." said Mullen. "Okay, send him on in.
Mullen might not have known Major Martin, but Laura and I sure did. He had been a Captain with the 3457th Signal Intelligence unit, and had visited us during the time of the crisis with the Consultant of Crime (*Author's note: 'Going Rogue'.*). I happened to know that Laura had recruited him into the CIA, and that his cock had gotten balls-deep in my wife's pussy a few times, which Laura had described as 'very pleasurable encounters'.
Martin came into the office. "Just who are you?" Mullen asked sourly.
"I'm Major Martin." the handsome officer said. He was wearing a civilian suit and tie. "I'm with the National Security Agency in Washington." He presented his credentials.
"So what?" asked Mullen, not bothering to look at the credentials.
"I'm here," said Martin, putting the credentials back in his pocket, "to let you know that the NSA considers your attempts to investigate Dr. Laura Fredricson to be a threat to the national security of the United States. We are moving to stop your subpoenas, and we are suggesting... strongly suggesting... that you shut down any aspect of your investigation that involves Dr. Fredricson."
"Are you kidding me?" gasped Mullen, as angry as he was shocked. "Why should I do that? And what business is it of yours?"
"You don't know?" asked Martin, surprised.
"Know what?" said Mullen.
"You need to fire your investigators, if they didn't come across it." said Martin. "It's not a big secret that Dr. Fredricson was a CIA Agent for three decades, that she recently retired as a Deputy Director of the Science and Technology Directorate, and that any investigation of her by you will not be tolerated by us."
"And if I don't stop?" Mullen snarled.
"Then your body will be found floating down the River towards Southport." said Martin. Seeing Mullen's look of shock, he said "Oh, I'm not kidding either. People might say that Commander Troy murdered you, and quite frankly, there are people within the CIA and the overall *Intelligence Community* that would not mind seeing him blamed for your death. But the bottom line, and the reason I came from Washington to tell you this, is that all investigations of Dr. Laura Fredricson will cease and desist. Immediately."
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Robert Mullen called a meeting of his lawyers and investigators. "How far did you drill down in your investigation of Dr. Fredricson?" he asked loudly.
"Not all that far." said Brafford Bacon. "There's a lot of blocks on her financial records, especially the IRS records that we normally can obtain. That's why we subpoenaed them."
"Tell me about her career over the last three decades." said Mullen acidly.
"She's from Texas." said one of the investigators. "Her parents died when she was a teenager. She married an Army Officer, who eventually became a General. She was at Wildcat School as a psychology professor, took a sabbatical when her husband was assigned to NATO in Europe, then came to the University here as head of the Psychology Department, and has been there ever since."
"Thank you for reciting what I can read from a fucking press release from the University." snarled Mullen. "So, when her parents died, who took care of her? Where did she go?"
"Uhhh, that's not clear, sir." said Bacon. "We need warrants to drill down that far, and the Court has not issued them yet."
"And all your research," said Mullen, "the same *fantastic* research that didn't find Captain Croyle's plea deal with the Town & County... has now missed the fact that Dr. Laura Fredricson recently retired as one of the highest-level officers of the Central Intelligence Agency."
You could have heard a pin drop.
"And what's more," snarled Mullen some more, "that same *Intelligence Community* is more than a little pissed off at our public investigation of Dr. Fredricson. The kind of 'pissed off' that leads to people disappearing, if you get my drift."
"What do you want us to do, sir?" asked another investigator.
"I want all of you to cease and desist from investigating Fredricson any further." said Mullen. "Bacon, I want you to go to the Courthouse and withdraw the subpoenas for her records and for her to appear before us."
"But sir," said Bacon, "CIA or no CIA, she might have information that will lead us to busting Commander Troy and Governor Jared!"
"So this woman, who is used to keeping some of the Nation's highest secrets," said Mullen, "is going to turn on her husband and narc on him? Hell, I expected the subpoena to be overturned in Court, anyway; I only issued it to let Commander Troy know that I'll stop at nothing to get *him*. But he's just one man, and just local cop of a backwater jurisdiction. The Feds are a different story: I want no part of the Federal Government coming after my ass. So go now and withdraw the fucking subpoena, Bacon!"
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"And this is the Reed Hudson Show, bringing you more of the news you *truly* need to know, on the Conservative Excellence Network." said Hudson as the second hour of his show began. "As we talked about in the last hour, there are two huge news stories in the State right now. One is the series of vicious attacks by Establishment Republicans upon Dr. Laura Fredricson, Head of the Department of Psychology at the University, and the wife of Police Commander Donald Troy; the other is the equally vicious assault upon your Second Amendment rights by propagandist-pretending-to-be-a-journalist Brian Jennings of KSTD." He replayed Jennings's anti-gun-rights rant over the airwaves.
"In an odd way," said Hudson, "Jennings actually made the pro-gun-rights argument for us. Think about what he said... he wants *only* the Police and military to have guns. This is the same reporter that kept snarling at us *over and over* that Commander Donald Troy used Police power to harass two women that made false claims against the Governor. This is the same reporter that tells us *over and over again* that Commander Troy uses Police power to deprive black citizens of their rights, though there is no proof of any incident where Commander Troy did that."
"This same guy, that keeps telling you that Commander Troy abuses Police power... now says that *only* Police like Commander Troy should have guns, and that *you* should not have guns." continued Reed. "Just think about that, folks----"
"We now interrupt this program to bring you a Breaking News bulletin." said a male announcer.
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Fox Two News!" shouted the redheaded reporterette into the ears of the Region. She was also on television. "Fox Two News has learned that Independent State Counsel Robert Mullen has withdrawn his subpoenas that would have compelled the University to provide all records pertaining to Dr. Laura Fredricson, and he has also withdrawn the subpoena for her to appear and testify before the Independent State Counsel. Again, Robert Mullen has withdrawn his subpoena requests pertaining to Dr. Fredricson. He made no statement giving the reasons for this action..."
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"I'm not happy about this at all." said State AG Karl Handel to a frenzy of 'journalists' at a press conference near his office. "I fully believe that Dr. Fredricson should've been subpoenaed to find out her knowledge of matters such as the Jasmine Nix assassination, as well as if she colluded with her husband to hide illegal campaign payments to Paulina Patterson... No, it's ultimately up to the Independent State Counsel, and I have to respect their independence in their investigations..."
Before the press conference, Handel had called Mullen and demanded to know what was going on. Mullen had shocked him by saying he couldn't and wouldn't discuss it on the phone, and that he knew his office wasn't bugged while Handel's might be. So Handel went over to Mullen's office, and he was furious.
"What the goddamn *fuck*, Mullen?" Handel had all but screamed. "We Republicans put our asses out there, put 'em on the line for you for this, and you went and withdrew the fucking subpoenas?!?!"
"I was warned." said Mullen. "Fredricson was not just a college professor. She was a longtime career CIA Officer."
"For Christ's sake!" gasped Handel. "That's just what we need! Force her to tell us if that batshit-crazy Maxine Watts is right, that the CIA murdered Jasmine Nix! That could blow everything up in Jared's fucking face!"
"She would never tell us, she would never admit to that." said Mullen. "And you and me both would be dead. The NSA sent one of their agents to me. They aren't kidding around on this one. The agent said I could go after Troy all I wanted, but to stay the hell away from Fredricson. And that is what I'm doing..."
Now, Handel was scrambling to do damage control. He had the power to stop the ISE investigation and fire Mullen, power even the Governor did not have. But to do that meant that Val Jared remained Governor. And nothing was more unacceptable to the Establishment Elites like Mitt Bain Willis and Samuel Russell than that. The web grew increasingly tangled...
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The Press noticed that the chairs were missing in the Press Room at the afternoon press conference. They tried to go into the side rooms to find them, and were blocked off by heavily armored Police Officers, who told them they'd be arrested if they tried to leave the Press Room by any way but the main hallway to the lobby.
They haughtily demanded to know where the chairs were, and were told by Captain Thompson: "We are under no obligation to provide you with chairs. We're really not obligated to even provide you with a Press Room. And if you keep up these ridiculous and dishonest attacks on Dr. Laura Fredricson, you'll be standing from now own."
"We have every right to report on her!" screamed Meredith Peller of Fox Midtown.
"Why?" thundered Captain Thompson. "What has she done to deserve the filthy attacks you've made against her?"
"In case you haven't noticed, Thompson," snarled Lester Holder, "her husband fathered a child with Paulina Patterson, a candidate for the D.A.'s Office."
"And exactly what office is Dr. Fredricson herself running for?" shot back Thompson. When Holder didn't answer, Thompson said "I'm waiting for your answer, Holder. What is Dr. Fredricson running for? What office? And why the level of personal attacks from all of you filthy slugs? Not to mention, Holder, that you called the Commander's daughter a 'halfbreed', making *you* a racist... and a hypocrite... in my mind." With Thompson and Holder both being black, the rest of the Press Corps was frozen in place, not knowing what to say or do.
"Allow me, Captain." said a voice, which was followed by the appearance of a platinum blonde with ice-blue eyes shooting cold fire, and a green crowbar in her hand. Commander Ross assumed the podium.
"Let me be very clear on some things." Ross said. "It was me personally who ordered the chairs to be removed from this Press Room until you Media jerks learn some manners. Captain Thompson is right: Dr. Fredricson is not running for any office, has a stellar career as a University Professor of Psychology, and has done nothing at all to warrant the names you Media slugs have been calling her. It's going to stop, one way or another."
"Wanna bet?" snarled Brian Jennings. Cindy met his stare, matched it, and bore into him.
"Yes. I do." Cindy replied, "The real question is... do *you* want to bet... against the Iron Crowbar?" She began walking off the platform. "Think about it, people..."
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Mullen got the hint. The Press... did not. The barrage was relentless.
"Dr. Laura Fredricson studies and teaches about illicit sexual behavior." said Ruby Russell on the 'Point Taken' show. "She advocates open marriages, and she practices what she preaches there, for damn sure! She advocates swinging, she studies things like incest... She has low morals and no integrity at all..."
"The problem is," said Dr. Romanov of the University's Institute For Politics, on a panel show with Amber Harris, "that Commander Troy may be using his wife to shield his own illegal activities."
"I agree." said Amber. "And he's corrupt enough, but sources now tell Fox Two News that Dr. Fredricson has had her own sexual affairs while her husband has his, that she's had sexual relationships with men *and women*, including students----"
"Not that there is anything wrong with that... with relationships with other women." said Dr. Romanov, showing superior political correctness.
"The point is, Dr. Romanov," said Amber, "that she's hopping into bed with other people just like her husband is doing. What about their children? Does she even give a damn about her daughter? And what's her daughter going to grow up to be like? A slut, like her mother?"
Mind you, this was spoken by a reporterette that was truly was *cheating* on her husband, with the young stud Nick Eastwood. Laura was not cheating with Nick; after all, it's not cheating if her husband knows, right? ;-)
"What is going on in that County is sleazy." said Dr. Adam S. Keller of the City University for Political and Social Change. "And it starts at the top: Governor Val Jared, his pal Griswold who is running for Town & County Sheriff, to Donald Troy and his *slut* of a wife."
"I've been saying this about our University Faculty for years." said Sean Stockton. "They're just a bunch of leftwingers that have no values, no morals. And now we find out the Head of the Psychology Department is a *slut* that needs to be psychiatrically evaluated herself!"
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"So what *are* you going to do?" asked Cindy as we sat in her office late on the afternoon of Wednesday, July 11th.
"If they keep it up," I said, "I'm going to 'go nuclear' on them."
Cindy held up her bug-killer device, which she'd activated. "What's that?" she asked.
"Just between us Michaux types," I said, "I'm going to start exposing their hypocrisy by exposing some of their own sexual affairs and things that they don't want to see come out."
Indeed, I'd been working a long time to slowly gather irrefutable proof of the illicit if not illegal activities of politicians and Press that considered me their enemy. It is possible that the Widow Athena Jones had also been doing these things. The problem was, I had a little bit on a few people, but not enough, and not on all of them.
"How much do you have on them?" asked Cindy. I love Cindy Ross, but sometimes she asks that one question I don't want her to ask.
"Not enough." I said.
"Hmmm," Cindy said. "Maybe I can help with that. Why don't you get the hell out of my office, and I'll make a few... phone calls..."
"Your father is not going to give us what he has on these creeps," I said, "not even if *you* ask."
"I'm not calling my father." said Cindy. "Now go find someplace useful to be." A red crowbar was waved in her general direction as I got up to go.
"You're loving it that I don't outrank you any more, aren't you?" I asked.
"You betcha." Cindy said with a grin.
**Part 15 - Sleeping With The Enemy**
The evening of Wednesday, July 11th, Laura had an Investment Club meeting. Meanwhile, I got a call from an unexpected person: State Senator Katherine Woodburn. "Come to my home." Katherine said. "I have something for you."
I drove there in the Black Beauty, and used its powerful tools to scope the gated property, which was one of the more modest homes in the Heritage Cloisters subdivision, but had a semi-attached building that served as Katherine's private offices. That was where I'd banged her last Winter. My IR and radio sweeps showed only one person on the property, and no radio traffic.
The gate opened and I drove in, following the drive to the side of the home by the garage, where I would enter without being seen by nosy neighbors. Katherine had told me to come in by the side door, so I did. I walked through the kitchen and found her sitting in her living room.
She was wearing an off-white sleeveless blouse with deep cleavage, which showed off her large, natural breasts. Her black skirt showed off her shapely ass. She was wearing sheer black stockings with an intricate pattern of curls or leaves on the sides, and high-heel suede black pumps.
I was wearing a dark red collared button-down shirt, and black pants. And from the smoldering look in Katherine's eyes, I would not be wearing them very long.
"There you are." Katherine said as she saw me come in. "I'm glad you came. And you'll be coming again... and again... if I have my way tonight."
"I hope you have something for me besides this luscious body of yours." I said as I approached her. I descended upon her and kissed her hard on her luscious lips. "And yes, I am going to come inside you... after you beg for mercy from sheer exhaustion."
"Mmmmm," Katherine moaned as she pulled me down for a hot, tongue-twining kiss. "Let's go to the bedroom..."
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Katherine's bedroom was very simply furnished. She didn't spend a lot of time here, I knew. She got fucked in other places, like in her office by her stud aide, Clark. She often slept in her office or in Midtown, as well.
"On the dresser." she said simply. There was a big folding file holder, which looked like an accordion to me when it wasn't full, but right now was chock-full of files. A bag of jump drives was on top of it.
"That's everything I've obtained on the Press bastards of this State over the years." said Katherine. "It's yours. Use it however you like. Just don't ever try to find my sources."
"Thanks, I appreciate it." I said. No, I did not ask her why she was doing this; I did not look the gift horse in the mouth, as the cliché goes. And I didn't need to ask about the sources. "So!" I said. "Let's get down to the real reason I am here." I began unbuttoning her blouse, not asking permission, and she did not stop me.
I kissed her mouth again as I opened her blouse and bared her breasts. Our tongues twined again as I took her tits in my hand and began massaging them, not hard but enough to let her know that I was doing it for my enjoyment, not hers. Her own hands were unbuttoning my shirt and opening my belt buckle.
Over the next few minutes, we made our way onto her bed, me naked and Katherine wearing only the stockings, having kicked off her shoes as I'd lowered her panties and begun fingering her sopping wet slit. We needed no further foreplay as she spread her legs in welcome and I mounted her. Her thighs were just pillowy enough to be the perfect cushion for mine as I hovered over her and sucked her breast. Then I slammed my mouth onto hers and sank my tongue in as far as I could as she guided my cock into her pussy. I drove forward, pushing my iron-hard shaft balls-deep into her womanhood until our pelvises met with a harsh \*SMACK!\*
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The first time was the intense, physical mating of lovers in heat. Our coupling was deep, wet, and urgent. After I blasted my seed deep into Katherine's cunt, we cuddled for a while. Then we worked together to take off her stockings. I said I wanted to feel her bare flesh against mine.
Our second mating was slower, more loving. I felt the silky warmth of Katherine's legs against my sides and the heels of her bare feet pressing into the small of my back, just below where the scarring over my bad vertebrae was. Katherine was an enraged tiger in bed, sticking her tongue into my mouth as her hands gripped my asscheeks to urge me to fuck her harder and deeper. I teased her with short thrusts, keeping most of my cock buried in her sperm-soaked snatch, then fucking her hard with raw animal power when her frustration was peaking. Her orgasms showed me that I was fucking her right.
"Oh wow." she whispered as we finished our second coupling. "Damn, that was good. Incredible, really."
"Yes it was." I said emphatically. I cupped the back of her head firmly in my hand, controlling her, and kissed her mouth hard. She responded, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Then we relaxed into each other's naked bodies.
"So," she whispered, "did you ever find out more about Queenie's killer?"
"I'm pursuing some leads now." I said. "When all this crap with the Independent State Counsel is done, I'll be going after her killer with a vengeance."
"Good... good..." Katherine said sleepily as she settled into me...
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I got home before Laura did. I had run water into the hot tub and was soaking in it, which made my back feel words better. When Laura got home and made it to the bathroom after checking on the children, she made a point to undress in front of me, and I was an appreciative audience. She then got into the big tub with me.
"Oh, that's great." she sighed. Only the dimmed wall lights gave any light, setting the mood. "But I guess Katherine Woodburn wore you out, huh."
"If I can't get it up for my beautiful wife," I said as she slid her shapely feet along my pecs to my shoulders, "then I'm a lost cause... and I took a 'gray viagra'."
"You haven't taken one of those in a while." Laura said with a smile. "How are you feeling?"
"Pretty damn good." I said, my voice sounding as liquid as my body felt in the hot tub. Laura giggled as I began fondling her feet, gently massaging them.
"Mmmm, nice." she said. "Well, the Investment Club ladies were very supportive of me tonight. Even Mrs. Myrtle L. James made a point to express her disgust with the Media."
"Good." I said. "And I might be able to do something about those bastards of the Media. We're going to find out..."
**Part 16 - The Nuclear Option**
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Fox Two News!" shouted the redheaded MILF reporterette at 7:00am, Thursday, July 12th. "Fox Two News is bringing you continuing coverage of the political fallout after Independent State Counsel Robert Mullen withdrew subpoenas for the University and Professor Laura Fredricson of the Psychology Department!"
"Republicans are furious that Mr. Mullen withdrew the subpoenas after they openly and publicly supported him for issuing them." Bettina said. "And Governor Jared broke his silence on the matter by issuing a tweet taunting Mr. Mullen, which said 'Mullen withdrew the subpoenas because he knew he was going to lose in Court... again.'. "
"Asked if he would fire Robert Mullen and end the Independent State Counsel investigation," Bettina continued, "Attorney General Karl Handel replied, and I quote: 'I'd sure like to fire Robert Mullen, but we still have to find the truth about Governor Jared's abuse of power so that he can be impeached and removed from office.'."
"And for more on this," said Bettina, "let's go to our political correspondent, Lester Holder. Lester!"
"Thank you, Bettina." said Lester 'Penis' Holder. "I am here with State Senator Maxine Watts. Senator, what do you think about the withdrawal of the subpoenas?"
"As you know, Lester," said Maxine Watts, "I have never accepted the findings of the FBI that Jasmine Nix's voice was silenced by other blacks, and that the FBI is helping cover up the CIA's involvement in Ms. Nix's assassination."
"Yes," said Holder, "but how does that tie into these subpoenas?"
Watts began: "Because Laura Fredricson was a CIA Officer for thirty---" **\*BZZZZZT\***
The feed went staticky, then dropped. A second later, Bettina came on, looking very pale under her makeup. She stammered "It... it appears we have lost our feed to Lester Holder. We'll try to get it back. In the meantime, the Independent State Counsel's Office says they expect to interview Commander Donald Troy himself. Mr. Robert Mullen has said he's tired of Troy's delays, and that this matter would have been wrapped up by July 4th if people would cooperate with the law instead of fighting tooth-and-nail against his efforts to find out the truth..."
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"What just happened with that *feed?*" exclaimed Vice Lieutenant Mary Milton as we watched and drank coffee in MCD.
"Gimme twenty dollars... gimme twenty dollars... gimme twenty dollars..." Joanne's computer began playing as she brought up that audio file.
Cindy then exhibited her beautiful singing voice: "Slen-der Man, Slen-der Man, sometimes hums a lowly drone; Slen-der Man, Slen-der Man, he will wander 'round your home..."
"Or the CIA will." said Theo Washington. "They ain't playing."
"Ho-lee shit." growled Chief Moynahan, who had just come in. "That is going to blow up in some faces."
"Yes, yes it is." I said. "Captain Croyle! Put out the word. Loddy-doddy-everybody in this Police Force is to start wearing armor. The standard complement for Uniformed Officers patrolling the streets, and at least the basic under-uniform armor for administrative personnel, Supervisors and higher. That *incluuuuuudes* the Chief of Police; make sure he understands that, Captain Croyle."
Everyone looked stunned that I just ordered my direct superior, my boss, to wear armor like the rest of us. But he and I both knew that I am responsible for *every* Officer in the TCPD... including the one guy above me on the totem pole.
"Understood, Commander." said the Chief. "And I will comply... just as I expect every Officer on this Police Force to comply, Captain Croyle."
"Yes sir." Teresa replied.
"Commander, what are you going to do about the Press?" asked Joanne Warner.
"That's why we're going to be wearing armor." I said. "Because I am about to go 'nuclear' on the Press. Commander Ross, would you mind announcing a Press Conference for 10:00am?"
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10:00am, Thursday, July 12th. It was one of those 'game change' moments in local history.
"Ladies and gentlemen," announced Captain Thompson to the very full room of reporters *standing* (not sitting) in attendance, "the Police Commander."
I strode into the room and to the podium. In one hand was a red crowbar. In the other was a thick pile of file folders with sheafs of papers in them, and a Bible on top.
Setting the materials down on the shelf inside the podium, I opened the Bible and began reading to the utterly silent assemblage of 'journalists': "From the Gospel according to St. John, Chapter 8."
I read aloud: *"And the scribes and the Pharisees brought a woman caught in adultery, and having set her in the midst, they said to Him, 'Teacher, this woman has been caught in adultery, in the very act. Now in the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women; what then do You say?' And they were saying this, testing Him, in order that they might have grounds for accusing Him. But Jesus stooped down, and with His finger wrote on the ground. When they persisted in asking Him, He straightened up, and said to them, 'He who is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone.'*."
Closing the Bible, I said "Who dares ask the first question?" It was an outright challenge.
Brian Jennings said "Commander, is your wife a former CIA Agent?"
"Mr. Jennings," I replied loudly, "today *your* wife will be given proof that you are having extramarital sexual affairs with two female reporters who are in this room now. Your wife will have that proof by the end of the day."
The room was full of shocked reporters, to be damn sure, as it dawned on them what was happening. "What is this about, Commander?" stammered Amber Harris.
"It is about your hypocrisy, the hypocrisy of every one of you god-damned animals of the Media that have attacked my wife and my child with the filthiest of personal insults, none of which either has done a damn thing to deserve." I thundered. "I am sick and tired of it, and I'm done with all of you. Say anything more about my wife, anything at all, in print or on the airwaves, and your own extramarital affairs, or other relationships that you don't want coming out, will be exposed... and in a way to do you the most damage."
"Are you threatening us?" queried Jennings angrily.
"No." I said shortly. "We're beyond threats. I'm going to war with you. I'm done with you, all of you. None of you God-damned hypocrites are in any position to cast any stones nor aspersions at my wife, and those of you that do will pay the consequences, beginning with Brian Jennings. Okay, who dares ask the next question?"
Bettina raised her hand and I said "Put your hand down, Bettina, before I humiliate you." Bettina's eyes widened, but she said nothing.
"Troy," snarled Lester Holder, "do you really think you're going to win against us? Against the Press?"
"I don't know." I replied. "I'm not really thinking in terms of winners and losers. Everyone loses when the Press has their way. You destroy people's lives for any reason or no reason, and purely for the enjoyment of doing so. Don't give me your verbal diarrhea about 'the Public has a right to know', or 'we are just reporting the truth'... because you're not. You're not journalists, you're propagandists. You withhold the truth, such as the truth that those women were trying to set up Jared and copped pleas to avoid jail, and then you go out and outright lie about me and my family."
"So it's payback time, for what you've done to my wife." I said, taking out a couple of photographs and throwing them into the mass of reporters. "Lester 'Penis' Holder," I said loudly, "those are photos of you performing oral sex upon the Lieutenant Governor of the State, Graham Collins. I don't know if you were sucking his dick to get an exclusive interview, or just because you enjoying sucking a white man's cock, but there's the proof of your doing it."
Holder looked furiously at me. Brian Jennings looked like he was going to physically attack me.
"Oh, and one more thing." I said, seeing Jennings's look. "I have not forgotten that one of your colleagues, a reporter... *just like you*... tried to murder my daughter last Christmas---"
"Oh, come ON, Don!" screamed Bettina. "Are you really going to say we all are like Hardwood? Are you really going to hold that over all of us, forever?"
"Yes." I said simply. "As far as I am concerned, every single one of you are as evil as John Hardwood, as willing to commit murder as Hardwood. *You are reporters, just like he was.* Not a shred of difference between him and you, at all... except he's dead now. And I swear to you... any of you filthy bastards try to harm any of my family in any way... I'll rip your asses apart. I don't care if they put me on the table at Jacksonville; you even look at my family the wrong way, and I will stamp out every wet bit of existence out of you."
Some of the reporters were not listening; they were enjoying the photos I'd thrown out of Lester Holder and Graham Collins engaged in gay sex. The rest, however, were a mixture of stunned silence and unappeasable hatred. They knew I was going to a level with them that no ever had before, that no one had ever *dared* to go before. They'd crossed the line with me, they'd found the button to push that would set me off... and now they were realizing that the consequences were not what they'd ever expected...
"You've been warned." I said as I gathered my papers from the podium. I then left the room.
"I'll just add one thing before we kick you out of here and close the Press Room." said Commander Cindy Ross. "Commander Troy's family... is my family. Anything happens to any of them, and he might not get the chance to destroy you... if I beat him to you. Now get the fuck out of here, you God-damned pieces of dog shit!"
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The words were hardly out of her mouth when, on the other side of Town, Brian Jennings's wife was receiving a package of papers. They showed photos of her husband *in flagrante delicto* with two female reporters that Mrs. Jennings knew, and also a Muslim woman that Jennings had used as an 'Arab Spokeswoman' in his anti-Israel stories in the past...
"What is it, Mommy?" her ten year old daughter asked, seeing her mother crying.
"Nothing, sweetie. Go upstairs and wash up for lunch. I need to make a phone call." It was to her lawyer; she had had suspicions, now she had the proof to go along with the divorce papers she was going to file...
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They were meeting in the back room of the Cattleman's Club for lunch. Burt West, Executive Producer of KXTC; Gregg Berger, Executive Producer of KSTD, successor to Dan Walther; Diane Williams, Managing Editor of KCTY in the City; Julie Moon, Executive Producer of KSB in the City; Charles Baird, Executive Producer at Fox Midtown; and Brett Rose, Executive Producer of KCAP in Midtown.
They considered themselves the Media Elite. They believed they knew better than the People of the State what was best for everyone. They believed that their job was to tell the People exactly what to think.
Also present was Karl Frazier of Public Policy Polling. And any appetite they had was lost when he reported his devastating findings to them: "We'll do more polling over the weekend." he said. "But the rolling numbers over the last four days have been consistent, especially with the base questions: 'Who do you believe more, Commander Donald Troy or the Press?' and 'Who is more trustworthy, Commander Troy or the Press?'. Similar questions, and the numbers are the same: Commander Troy gets 86%, you guys get 14%, with virtually no undecideds, and a margin of error of only plus/minus 2%."
"Jesus Christ." whispered Gregg Berger. "Really? It's *that* bad? Did you poll any Democrats at all?"
"Look, we polled nearly everyone in the County, it seems." said Frazier. "Republicans, Democrats, Independents, black, white, blue, green..." There was no laughter; the joke fell flat. Frazier went on: "The bottom line is that Commander Troy notwithstanding, the Press is just not trusted. On generic questions, that don't involve Commander Troy, the best the Media gets is about 20%."
"What do we have to do to change that?" asked Burt West. "What did your respondents say to that?"
"If you guys want me to commission an poll to ask that..." started Frazier.
"God DAMN it, Karl!" West shouted, shocking everyone. "We're already paying you out the wazoo! Now don't tell me you haven't asked already! What changes do people want to *see*?"
Frazier said "We have some ancillary data. Not direct questions, but correlations. You're not going to like it."
"For God's sake, Karl, just fucking tell us." said Charles Baird.
Frazier exhaled. "People want to see honest news reporting. Unbiased. Reporting the news, not creating it. Just reporting it, instead of ramming biased, politically correct viewpoints down their throats. And reporting all of a story, rather than omitting half of it."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Julie Moon.
"Do I have to spell it out?" retorted Frazier. "Okay, look, in the privacy of this meeting I'll tell you something I won't tell the Public. One frequent example of omitting part of a story is that you guys repeatedly say the women accusing Jared of sexual misconduct had very credible claims... but they didn't. They forged Jared's signature. They lied about him. Commander Troy wasn't bullying them; he was going to haul them into Court and prove they were lying, so they took plea deals."
"So what?" thundered Gregg Berger.
"You guys never, *ever* mention that part of it, you even go to the point of lying and saying their claims are credible... but people know that the claims were not credible. And now Robert Mullen is trying to build a castle on those quicksands. It's going to end badly, folks. And people remember what you've reported, and they increasingly know you're lying... and they end up not trusting you."
"Thank you for coming, Karl." said Burt West, a clear dismissal. "We appreciate your information. We won't keep you from your valuable work." Frazier took the hint, and left.
"We need a new pollster." said Julie Moon.
"Won't do any good." said West. "The numbers will be the same. Unfortunately for us, Frazier does pretty good work. He's actually trying to help us by not sugar-coating this."
"So what do we do?" asked Brett Rose. "And I'm asking about the 800 pound gorilla in the room: Donald Troy."
"Do you really think he will follow through with his threats?" asked Diane Williams.
"You tell me, Diane." said Burt West. "You're the one he's suing for libel. You told us that he'd be quiet and take the accusations of financial crimes, rather than admit publicly that he sired an illegitimate, biracial child. But that's not what he did."
"Yes." Diane said sadly. "We're going to have to settle that one." "What if he won't settle?" asked Berger. "He is *en fuego* about going to war with us."
"I'm leaving that to the lawyers." said Diane. "The question is what to do about *him?*"
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"As part of this divorce filing, your honor," said Tina Felton of the Women's Law Firm of Dewey, Burnham & Winn, "we are routinely filing a restraining order against Brian Jennings. But in his case, we've provided further evidence of why that should be granted."
"Yes, I'll grant that." said Judge Harry Nance after perusing the papers...
**Part 17 - Guns and Hypocrisy**
Saturday, July 14th. After a good breakfast with the large crowd of children, adults, and dogs at The Cabin, Paulina Patterson and I went into my office room to talk privately.
"So, what's it about?" I asked after we sat down.
"Don... it's over." Paulina said. "Our internal polling, as well as Frazier's polling and Romanov's polling, show that I'm down to 10%. I've lost the black community and the so-called 'Religious Right' whites. Miriam Walters is at 40%, Jenna Stiles at 35%, 10% undecided, and Krasney at 5%. Walters has promised to keep me on as ADA if I endorse her, which I was going to do anyway."
I nodded. "I'm sorry." I said. "I cost you the election."
"Noooo." Paulina replied with some passion. "You have no idea how proud I am of you for standing up and acknowledging Tasha. And when Carole told the Press to leave her sister alone, I cried for an hour when I saw that on your YouTube channel." (You may thank Cindy Ross for that video appearing on the "Meet Commander Donald Troy" YouTube channel.)
"And there was no way I'd ever deny my child, any of my children, whatever the cost." I said. "But it's cost you, and I'm sorry for that."
"I dunno." Paulina said. "At least I can go back and stop Krasney from making these god-damn easy plea deals for thugs. He has to give me my job back, and he's scared shitless of me."
"Think there's any way you can come back in the polls?" I asked.
"No, my staff and other advisors I've talked to think I'm toast." Paulina said. "When you admitted to a child out of wedlock, your popularity went up. Mine, it cratered. Not blaming you, but this world still loves a virile man, and hates women they consider sluts. Blacks consider me a sellout, a 'house negro' spreading my legs for a white man. And the white elites... well, you know how that is."
"No, I don't." I said. "And I don't want to know."
"Well," Paulina said, "the silver lining is that Tasha is going to grow up knowing that her daddy and her sister love her and took up for her in the face of withering Press hatred. I wouldn't trade that for the D.A. job, nor anything else..."
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10:30pm, Saturday, July 14th. Reporter Brian Jennings, his driver, and two cameramen scrambled into the KSTD news van. With a screech of tires, they drove out onto the streets.
"Southside. MLK Avenue. Drug deal gone bad." said Jennings. "Police are responding. Let's go!"
As they tore down Riverside Drive, a car pulled in behind them. Suddenly, their van was bathed in the blinding flash of blue lights.
"Cops." said the driver. "They're pulling us over." He slowed down and began looking for a place to stop.
"What are you *doing?*" screamed Jennings. "Keep going!"
"I'm not going to get shot by the cops!" the driver yelled back as he stopped. Two more Police cruisers pulled in; one behind the first, another from across the street that was now headlights-to-headlights with the KSTD van.
"Six of them." said the driver. "Armored and wary. They're touchy, so be careful."
Sr. Patrolman Hicks tapped on the window and the driver rolled it down. "May I see your drivers license and vehicle registration, please."
"What is this?" snarled Jennings from the shotgun seat. "We're the Press! We're going to a crime scene!"
"You were eighteen miles per hour over the speed limit when I clocked you with radar." said Hicks. "Anyone else in this vehicle?"
"Two a/v techs in back." said the driver.
"Any weapons in the vehicle?" asked Hicks.
"Not that I know of." said the driver. Jennings remained silent.
"Mr. Jennings, are you armed?" Hicks called out.
"That's none of your business." snarled Jennings. "Now let us go, so we can do our jobs and cover a news story!"
Hicks responded by drawing his weapon and pointing it at the driver's head. "Show your hands! Now! Show 'em!" he yelled. The driver showed his hands on top of the wheel. Jennings did not. Then he looked out to see Corporal Kirkpatrick right outside his window, gun drawn.
"Get out of the car!" yelled Hicks. "All of you! Slowly! Keep your hand where I can see 'em!" The driver slowly opened his door and got out. The back doors to the van also slowly opened, and the two techs exited, their hands in the air. Kirkpatrick had to bang hard on the passenger door window before Jennings finally complied. Once out of the van, he was slammed against the side of it. Kirkpatrick frisked him while Sr. Patrolman Johnson kept his gun practically in Jennings's ear.
"We've got a weapon!" Kirkpatrick yelled, finding a pistol in Jennings's back pocket. The rest of the crew were searched, but no more weapons were found.
"Hey!" yelled Jennings. "I've got a concealed carry permit for that."
"And you didn't tell us about it when we asked." said Kirkpatrick. "Any answer that did not affirm you had the weapon is legally Lying to Police, a felony offense in this State."
"That's bullshit!" yelled Jennings. "This is a set-up!" Kirkpatrick pushed Jennings in the back, slamming him against the side of the vehicle.
"You better start showing the Police some respect." Kirkpatrick warned. "We've got you on two felony charges already."
"For what?" yelled Jennings. "I did not lie to Police! And I have a permit to carry that weapon!"
"No you don't." said a voice. From behind the van came a tall, broad-shouldered man in a Tilley Hat, with a trenchcoat over his Police uniform. A red crowbar was in one hand, some papers in the other.
"Mr. Brian Jennings!" I said loudly. "Your wife filed for divorce on Thursday. As part of that, she obtained a restraining order against you. When it was issued, your concealed carry permit was revoked, and the papers notifying you of the Court action, including the revocation of your weapons permit, were signed for as being received by you. So you have no excuse: you are carrying a weapon illegally, and you did not notify Police that you had it when they asked you about it."
Finally learning, Jennings's potty mouth said nothing. His eyes said volumes about what he thought of me at that moment.
"Book him, Kirkpatrick." I ordered. "Multiple felonies. In fact, take all four of them in, impound this vehicle, and thoroughly search it for more illegal weapons. After all... according to Mr. Jennings's rant on television, only the Authorities should have guns... isn't that right, Jennings? Don't you just *love* the smell of *hypocrisy* on a summer evening?"
The Uniformed Officers all laughed. And it is possible that they were a wee bit rough in arresting Jennings and shoving him into a Police cruiser...
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It was well past midnight, and therefore Sunday, July 15th, when Gregg Berger and lawyer H.J. Lynch entered Headquarters. Lynch went to talk to Jennings in Interrogation-1. Berger came to my office, escorted by Commander Cindy Ross. Why was she here? I didn't know; she'd just appeared, and being a TCPD Command Group Officer, she had every right to be here.
"What the hell is this, Troy?" snarled Berger as he stood before my desk. "Trying to make a point?"
"Mr. Berger," said Cindy, "I suggest you show the Police Commander more respect, a *lot* more respect, if you want his cooperation to get your a/v techs out of his jails tonight." It was only then that I bothered to look up at Berger.
"Seriously," said Berger, "what's going on?"
"Mr. Berger," I said acidly, leaning back in my comfortable 'Command Chair', "your van's driver was going 63 miles per hour in a 45 mph zone... on Riverside Drive, right in front of this Headquarters. And then your 'journalist', Brian Jennings, lied to Police, then was found illegally carrying a gun. Fortunately for you, we found no other guns in your vehicle."
"The driver may have to pay a fine for the ticket, which you might reimburse him for. But Jennings... he's got felony charges coming, and possibly *Federal* weapons charges, as well. As I'm sure you know, *there are over 23,000 gun laws on Federal and State books today*, most of which get very little enforcement because you Media shit eaters whine when we enforce the law. But be assured that I *will* be charging Mr. Jennings with some of them now."
"All right." exhaled Berger, beginning what he thought would be the negotiation. "What do you want?"
"Why, only to enforce the law, Mr. Berger." I said. "Which is *exactly* what I am doing."
There would be no negotiation.
**Part 18 - Point Driven Home**
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Fox Two News!" shouted the redheaded hot MILF reporterette at 7:00am, Monday, July 16th. "Fox Two News has learned that Commander Donald Troy will *finally* be appearing before the Independent State Counsel!"
"The date for his appearance will be this Wednesday, July 18th." said Bettina. "Fox Two News has learned that several terms were agreed upon, but those have not been released. Commander Troy, in keeping with his new policy, is making no statements to the Press at all."
"And in political news," said Bettina, "Sources are telling Fox Two News that Paulina Patterson will suspend her campaign for District Attorney! She will return to her old position as Prosecutor for the current D.A.'s Office. There has been no statement from the Patterson Campaign nor the District Attorney's Office at this time. Political *experts* are in agreement that Ms. Patterson's campaign could not recover from the revelation that her child was fathered by Donald Troy, and her latest poll numbers showed her with only 10% support, just double that of Gil Krasney's 5%..."
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"Not a word about Brian Jennings." said Joanne Warner. "Surprising, since he's on a competitor's network."
"They're not competitors, not in the old-fashioned sense, anymore." I replied. "And talking about Jennings, and *why* he was arrested, runs counter to the overall Media anti-gun-rights agenda and narrative. Their biggest problem is that he really did what he was charged with, and they can't get around that."
"At least we're getting Paulina back." said Cindy. "Maybe they'll actually prosecute some of the people we arrest, now."
"And my brother will have some backup standing up to Krasney." said Theo Washington. "Franklin was on the verge of making an EEO complaint to the US DOJ, and may still."
"Why can't people just do the right thing?" asked Joanne Warner. "Why is it so hard? Why is it so hard for the Press to do an honest job?"
"They think they *are* doing an honest job." said Teddy Parker. "Some of them truly believe they're doing right, and can't understand why we hate their guts so much."
"In a way," said Chris Purvis of Vice, "it's like our jobs as Police Officers. We're hated just for doing our jobs. And then some bad apples make all of us look bad, and those of us doing an honest job wonder why we're hated."
"There is one difference, though." I said. "Most Police Officers, not all but *most*, actually *do* an honest job. That cannot be said about the Press. The very rare few that actually stand up and call out the bias and corruption of the rest, are 'talked to', and often fired."
"Like Priya Ajmani." said Cindy.
"Don't be too fooled on that one, either." I said. "She went from the Media to Katherine Woodburn's Office. A step up, to be sure, but don't be fooled into thinking that was as it appeared to be."
"You mean it was all a charade?" asked Cindy, stunned. I just looked at her and raised my eyebrows, making her go into a reverie...
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"The Media executives want to have a meeting with the Sheriff and me." said Chief Moynahan as Cindy and I sat with him in his office. "You get one guess, Mr. Crowbar, when they want to meet."
"Wednesday." I said. The Chief nodded and chuckled as I said "They know I'll be in Midtown Wednesday."
"Yezzzz." said Moynahan. "They don't want any part of you. That may be an error, though. I don't intend to be any easier on them than you've been."
"Am I invited to this meeting, Chief?" Cindy asked.
"As far as I'm concerned, yes." said the Chief. "The Sheriff has finally realized that he has just a few months left as Sheriff. He told me and Fire Chief Quinlin that we are essentially on autopilot, as he's going to begin switching to full-time campaign mode for Mayor. He's in danger of falling behind in the polls."
"And wants to wash his hands of whatever we do." Cindy said astutely.
"That's some of it." I said. "But there's other reasons, as well. Don't ask; I'm not going to elaborate."
"You don't have to." Cindy said.
"Okay, okay," said the Chief, "I'll buy the beer at the Cop Bar to bribe you into telling meeeee." Cindy and I both chuckled at that, and agreed we could be bribed with beer...
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At 10:00am, Superior Court Judge Rodney K. Watts called up the next arraignment. It was the case *Town & County v. Brian Jennings.* There were a few gasps when the Prosecutor walked in. She was wearing a light blue suit and gray blouse and matching light blue medium heel pumps.
"Ah, Ms. Patterson." said Watts happily. "It is good to see you in my Courtroom again. You've filed all the papers?"
"Thank you, Your Honor. It's good to be back." Paulina said. "I filed the papers suspending my campaign an hour ago, when the office opened, and I've formally notified the District Attorney that I have returned." Brian Jennings and his lawyer H.J. Lynch, did not look very happy about it.
"Good!" said Watts. "What is the Prosecution's position on bail?"
"We recommend no bail, and that the defendant be held in custody until his trial." said Paulina. "He is a flight risk. Furthermore, as you know, Your Honor, the Defendant's fellow reporter John Hardwood tried to murder Commander Troy's daughter Carole, and the Defendant and several of his Press colleagues have verbally attacked Commander Troy's other daughter, including calling her a 'halfbreed'."
"Your Honor!" interrupted H.J. Lynch, "I demand the Prosecutor recuse herself immediately. As the mother of the child she is discussing, she should not be involved with this case. I object to her continued presence!"
"Your objection is denied." said Watts. "Furthermore, you do not *demand* anything in *my* Courtroom, or I'll have you held in contempt and put up for disbarment. Mind your tone and your tongue with me, Mr. Lynch."
"Your Honor," said Paulina, "I'd like to play this video as another reason we believe the defendant should not receive bail." Judge Watts allowed the playing. The video was Brian Jennings's rant blaming the gun and demanding the Second Amendment be done away with."
"The hypocrisy would stun me," said Watts, a strong gun-rights supporter, "if this weren't a *reporter* being charged. Defense, your counter had better be darn good if you want bail for your client."
"My client is well-known in the local community." said Lynch. "He has ties to the community, and family here. You pointed out that he is a reporter; as such, he is well-recognized, and I ask he be freed on his own recognizance. We would not object to ankle monitoring."
"No, that's not going to happen." said Watts. "I am particularly concerned by the attack upon Commander Troy's daughter by a *journalist* last Christmas, and now we find this reporter who says only LEOs should have guns is now accused of illegally concealing a gun on his person. Bail is denied. We will move up his trial date to ensure a speedy trial." Watts banged his gavel.
I was in the back of the Courtroom. I saw Jennings lean over the railing and hug his daughter before the Deputies took him away. Tears were running down the little girl's face...
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I was in the Chief's Conference Room with Cindy, Chief Moynahan, and Chief Griswold. I asked "Jennings's wife filed for divorce thinking she'd get alimony to raise her child. Now, there will be no alimony. Chief Griswold, I know you speak at churches and talk to their people for your campaign; is there anything you can do to get them to help find the woman some work?"
"I can talk to them." said Griswold.
"I can talk to Frank Soltis in Midtown." said Chief Moynahan. "There's a new television movie production company starting up down there, and they're hiring. Frank was involved in getting the company to come to Midtown; he may have some money invested in it. I'll give him a call."
"Thanks." I said.
"Don," Cindy said, shaking her platinum blonde head, "You're unbelievable. A reporter tries to murder your daughter, and the vast majority of journalists would not have cared less if she'd died. They called your wife filthy names, verbally attacked your other daughter, calling her a 'halfbreed'... and yet you show enough compassion to try to help a little girl whose journalist father is going to prison for at least ten years."
"Yeah." I said. "I saw her hugging her dad, tears in her eyes. I was remembering a movie I saw once, about the Israeli agents that went after the terrorists that murdered the athletes at the 1972 Munich Olympics."
"They detonated a bomb that killed one of the terrorists." I continued. "One guy went to the hospital, to make sure the terrorist was dead. While he was there, the wife and daughter of the terrorist came in. The doctor took the mother back to the other room, and the little girl was sitting across from the agent, tears flowing down her face. Then her mother came out and told her that her father was dead."
I went on: "This isn't that extreme, but while Brian Jennings is an evil man who will pay for his crimes, his daughter did nothing wrong. One day she was in a happy, two-parent family; today, she faces utter destitution, and she won't be hugging her father again for ten years or more. So if there's something we can do to help the little girl, I'm all for---"
*\*BUZZZ!\* \*BUZZZ!\* \*BUZZZ!\* \*BUZZZ!\**
It was my personal cellphone. I answered and said "I'll be right out." Hanging up, I said "Mike Todd is here. Will you excuse me, Chief?"
"Sure, go ahead." said Moynahan.
After I left, Cindy said "Wow. Just wow."
"That's the difference between Don and those Press bastards." said Chief Griswold. "He has a conscience. Media journalists... have none. Absolutely none."
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"We have a settlement offer on the table from KCTY." said Mike Todd as we sat in my office. "They won't admit wrongdoing, but they cannot say publicly that they've admitted no wrongdoing. I got that much out of them, and it's kind of unique. You're going to get $1.6 million from them, and I'll get another $600,000... that's plenty as a retainer for kicking Mullen's ass like we're about to do." He grinned at that last comment, and I nodded.
"Don," he said, "I know you want to take this all the way, fight it out in public to humiliate them, and you know I'm with you all the way in fighting these Swamp Frogs with everything we've got... but my best legal advice is that you take this deal. Drag it out, and it becomes old news, and we might even lose in the end. I advise you to just take the win and the money, and let's move on."
"Yeah, you're right." I said, knowing he was right despite my overwhelming desire to really shove the legal crowbar up Diane Williams's ass. "Okay, let's do it..."
**Part 19 - Epilogue**
I went home after work. I took the dogs out, then spent a few extra minutes petting them before going back inside. We had family supper, which did not include stringbeans. I did the tucking in of the children at bedtime, taking some time to talk with them.
When I came downstairs, Laura had a couple of drinks poured. "Something's on your mind." she said. "Your upcoming inquisition?"
"No, something I've been thinking about for a while." I replied. "I know Carole's young... but I think it's time she begins taking Aikido lessons..."
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Brian Jennings would take it to trial, and lose. He would get ten years in both State and Federal sentences, but unfortunately they were concurrent sentences.
Meanwhile, his ex-wife did get a job offer in Midtown. Her daughter's life wasn't the same, but the girl would end up okay.
The war with the Press would continue. And the Governor of the State, Valnius Jared, fired his own artillery shell at a rally of the College CPAC group, saying this during his speech:
"And I tell you," he said, "that the greatest threat to our United States Constitution and our freedoms and our way of life... is not Red China... is not Russia, the old Soviet Union... no, ladies and gentlemen, the greatest threat to us is the American... Mainstream... Media!" Huge applause erupted, then the Governor drove it home: "*The American Mainstream Media is our greatest enemy!!*" Amen to that, I thought to myself in total agreement. Amen to that.
Have I mentioned that I have an unappeasable hatred of the Press?
***Finis.*** ... for now. | literotica |
Title: Saguaro Sky - Part Six - Bottom of a Bottle by Otter Miqmah
Tags: Anal, Cheating, Condom, Coyote, Drama, Drunken Fun, Horse, M/M, M/M/M, Oral, Public, Story Series, Threesome, ranch
And Miqmah said, let there be smut. And the many furries did frolic, and all was good. Go forth and touch thine selves, his voice did rain from the sky. Unless thy self is not of age, for this sin shall not be laid upon the innocent. And do not pilfer this creation, else the stinging fire of Hell will consume thee, and pull ye to the land of pointy vaginas where ye shall lie with women of questionable hygiene until the world is undone. And take not the example of the consumption of the Devil's water by minors in this story, for it is Satan's work. And the furries did take heed of the otter's warning as they yiffed to his mighty creation. Amen.
**Saguaro sky**
**Part Six - Bottom of a bottle**
"So, what was that stuff you gave me last night?" Hal said as they walked to the shower stall. "My dick hurts like you beat it with a baseball bat, and it's still half hard. I can barely fit it in my pants."
"I don't know, something your great uncle mixed together. It said it was 'for female company' on the label."
Don closed the gate as they stepped inside.
"I thought you said there was no label," Hal said as he pulled off his shirt.
"Well... I ripped it off," Don said, watching the horse carefully pull down his zipper, pulling out his sore, thick cock. "I figured you'd go easy if you knew what it was." Don dropped his pants and hung them on the side of the fence.
Don just held out his pointer finger at the coyote. "You are sneaky... and I like it." He laughed.
They finished disrobing, and Hal pulled the release. The cold water spilled over their bodies as they rubbed out the dried cum. Hal winced as the pulled down along his member to clean it. As they finished, Hal turned the release off and grabbed the bar of soap. He lathered up his hands before handing it to Don.
"What is really great," Hal said, rubbing under his arms, "is that I don't have a hangover."
Don nodded as he scrubbed away, handing the soap back over to the horse. Hal lathered up again and washed his groin, hissing as he touched the tender spots on his cock and balls. He was matched by Don as he felt his beaten ass and whined.
"I don't think I'm going to be able to sit down for a while after this," he said, soaping between his cheeks.
As Hal set down the soap again, he pulled the release, washing away the suds as they scrubbed their aching bodies one last time. When they were done, they gathered up their clothes and went inside. Don grabbed the sleeping bag and spread it over the table and laid face down and Hal carefully sat down in a chair, gently setting his cock on his hip to dry.
Hal looked over at the exhausted coyote as he presented his butt nicely on the table. He felt his cock pulse and his looked away, biting his lip in pain.
"So, now what?" Hal said.
"Well," Don said, shifting his head to look at the horse. "I said we were going to the grocery store again today, so I figured that. Otherwise, I don't know."
"You know," Hal said, shifting his aching balls to a more comfortable position in the chair with his hand. "We really don't have to go; he wasn't much to look at."
"Still, I want to have a look for myself. And stop staring at my ass," Don said and the horse looked away quickly. "I don't want you getting any ideas. Besides," Don continued. "We could pick up some ice."
"Good idea," Hal sad, huffing as he stood up. "No time like the present, right?"
Don sighed as he slid off from the table and walked over to the clothes pile and got dressed with Hal.
"Is this too noticeable?" Hal said, turning towards Don and pointing to the long bulge down the inside of his jeans leg.
"Yes," Don said. "Trying to impress the butcher?"
"No... I just don't think I can stuff it back up anymore without limping. Are people going to stare?"
"Probably. But maybe the produce guy will give us a discount on his cucumbers."
"Oh, shut up," Hal said, laughing as he pulled on a shirt. "I didn't mean to flirt back. Can we get over this now?"
Don just laughed as they walked out to the car. The coyote carefully sat down on the seat and cringed while Hal started the car. Don howled in pain as the vehicle bumped along the rough dirt road. He eventually just arched his back, lifting off the seat, until they were on the smoother highway. They drove into town and parked near the small grocery store on the edge of the modest strip of stores.
They walked inside, and Hal grabbed a grocery basket. Don noticed some of the females in the store doing double takes at the bulge in Hal's pants, but the horse didn't seem to notice because his attention was occupied looking up at the isle signs hanging from the ceiling.
As they passed a graying goat in a blue dress, she ogled at Hal's crotch, smiling a toothless grin. Don bit down on his lower lip trying to not laugh, knowing Hal had made her day.
"Here it is; ice," Hal said, looking down at Don and noticing the old goat staring at his pants. He blushed and tried to cover himself with the basket as he turned and walked down the aisle. At the other end was a freezer filled with ice bags. Don grabbed two and put them in the basket.
Across the aisle were bags of chips, and the coyote couldn't help but walk over. Hal stood back looking for a particular brand he liked and the coyote walked down the aisle trying to decide what he wanted. Hal saw a figure move past the corner of is eye and stop.
"Back so soon?" the butcher said, as Hal turned to look at him.
"Umm, yeah." Hal chuckled nervously.
The butcher's eyes glanced down at Hal's bulge, and his eyebrows rose. "I'd ask if you needed anymore meat, but it looks like you've got plenty."
Don walked up behind Hal, slipping his paw into the horse's and smirking up at the butcher. He was wearing a stained, white apron over his uniform, and looked just like how Hal said described him.
The butcher looked down at Don with a grin as if to say he accepted the challenge.
"That's a pretty brazen thing to say to a customer," Don said, staring down the horse.
"You're right," the horse said, changing expressions to a less sinister smile and looking back at Hal. "I'm sorry I said it."
"Don't you have some meat to cut?" Don said coldly.
"I do, but I hope I didn't get us off to a bad start. I'm Cody," the horse said, extending a hand to the coyote.
"Don," he said, shaking his hand only out of politeness.
Cody went to shake with Hal, and Hal had to pull his hand from Don's.
"Hal," he said gripping the other horse's hand.
"Well, it was nice to meet you Hal and Don. I didn't know you were taken. Can I make up for it by buying you two a drink at the bar tonight?"
Don wasn't sure about the sudden change of mood from the horse, but Hal already agreed.
"Then I will see you there at nine?" Cody said, looking at the two. Hal nodded and Cody smiled. "Alright, I will see you then."
Cody walked away and Don looked over to Hal.
"Not much to look at, huh?" Don said, whapping him lightly on the arm. "The guy is gorgeous!"
"Well, I didn't want you to worry," Hal said, reaching over and picking up a bag of chips.
"I wasn't going to worry," the coyote said, walking down the aisle. "Now let's get home before that ice melts."
They paid for the chips and ice and drove back home. Don had decided to endure the ride while sitting on one of the ice bags, and Hal carried the other between his legs as he drove. As they walked inside the house, Don climbed back up on the table with the ice, and Hal found his seat back in the chair, still well acquainted with the bag, feeling the numbing cold do it's magic.
"So, are we actually going to the bar tonight?" Hal said, feeling some water trickle down his leg.
Don turned his head to the horse. "I'm not sure. It might be fun."
"I think we should."
"Fine, but you're tucking that thing back up. I don't want you giving any show to Cody."
"Or any little old ladies," Hal said, laughing.
"Did you see her licking her gums? You're quite the crone magnet! How do you keep their withered, frail hands off you?" Don said, snickering.
Hal reached down and chucked an ice cube at the coyote. It bounced off Don's shoulder.
"Oh, Hal," Don said, wrapping his lips over his teeth, imitating the voice of an elderly woman. "Bring your supple young rear over to granny so she can see you better, my eye's ain't what they used to be."
Hal chucked another ice cube, this one bopping Don on the nose.
Don just rubbed his snout and smiled before shifting the bag of ice he was balancing on his rear and looked the other way. After a little while of playing with the heavy load by tensing his cheeks, he reached down below and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and repositioning the bag on his bare ass, giving a yawn. He felt the melting ice drip down his crack; the cold water feeling good on his burning hole.
The warm, dry air of the room and the soft breeze blowing through the door made keeping his eyes open difficult as he yawned again. Don closed his eyes, hearing the horse give a sympathy yawn next to him as another drip of cold water ran down his crack.
Hal woke up as he slipped out of his chair. He grabbed himself before he hit the floor and looked down at his soaked pants and the empty bag next to him, stuck flat on the floor in the puddle that was slowly drying on the wood planks. He looked up at the soundly sleeping coyote on the table as he dripped onto his own puddle with the clear clump of plastic resting on his rump.
Hal stood up and slid out of his wet pants, trying to be as quiet as he could, but his hooves on the hard floor made the coyote stir. He watched as Don rolled over to his back with a mumble. The horse's eyes immediately noticed the aroused member lying across Don's soft, tan belly.
Hal set down his wet pants and carefully walked over to the table trying to soften the sound of his steps. Don shifted again, raising his arms above his head, stretching, making his cock pulse up before resting calmly back down on the furry belly. Hal reached down and gently ran a finger along the coyote's length, but to Hal's surprise, Don didn't wake up.
Hal wrapped a hand around the inviting cock before learned forward, sticking the tip in his mouth and sucking. The coyote's ears twitched but he still didn't wake up as the horse's lips caressed his shaft. Hal moved his hand away and slid his mouth down the cock, letting it slide along his tongue, than pulling back up.
Don whimpered in his sleep, thrusting his hips feebly. Hal bobbed his head up and down, sucking the stiff cock in his mouth. Hal got hard watching the coyote moan unconsciously in his sleep, his legs curling up and his hip thrusts became more prominent. Hal pushed the cock all the way into his mouth, feeling Don's tip press against the back of his throat, causing him make a noise between a mumble and a moan.
Hal slid the slick cock along his broad tongue, feeling the thickening knot form around his lips. His hand moved down around the newly formed bulge and gently squeezed. Don's head pushed to one side as he gave another moan. His ears twitched again and his body shivered, making his fur stand up. Hal gave another squeeze to the knot and felt Don pulse in his mouth as his tip pumped hot cum down Hal's throat.
Hal's saw the coyote opened his eyes with a moan and blinked as he looked up at the ceiling. Don reached down and felt Hal's face buried in his crotch as his cock pulsed one last time. As he gained consciousness, he looked down as the horse pulled his clean cock from his mouth, and the coyote pushed his head away.
"You sneaky bastard," Don said, chuckling sleepily as he rubbed one of his eyes. He looked down at the naked horse standing next to him with his stiff erection waving in front of his hips. "I hope you weren't going to put that in me when I was sleeping,"
"The thought crossed my mind," Hal said as he looked down. "But your pants would have gotten in the way."
Don looked at his soaked pants which still rested around his thighs, and felt around on the squishy sleeping bag. "Whoops." He glanced back at a smiling Hal holding his cock as one end rested on the table. "Nuh-uh. Keep that thing away from me. It's a miracle I can still walk."
Hal's smile faded as he pulled his cock off the table. He disappointedly walked back over to the pile of clothes.
"Oh, cheer up," Don said. "Save it for later when I can give it my all."
Don gave a small grunt as he shifted up on the table to a sitting position to find that his aching back end felt much better. He wiggled his legs and kicked his pants off and hopped off the table, walking over to the horse to grab a fresh pair of pants with him. Don got dressed and glanced back over to Hal. The horse had is back to him as he pulled on a shirt. As he turned around, Don couldn't help but notice his still hard cock poking out of the front of his unzipped jeans. As Hal noticed the coyote looking at him, he just shrugged and attempted to pull the two sides of his pants together over his hard package.
Don sighed. "Need help with that?" He walked up behind the horse and placed his arms around him.
"I thought you said you didn't want it anywhere near you," Hal said, looking over his shoulder.
"I don't. And I'm going to overlook the fact that I know you can get soft on your own. But, we're going to make this clean, because I don't want to get cum on my favorite pair of pants, got it?"
Hal nodded as Don reached over and picked up a lone sock sticking up from Hal's pile of clothes and grabbed the horse's cock while looking over his shoulder. "You have hooves, why do you even own socks?" the curious coyote asked, looking at the unused article. Hal shrugged again and Don slipped the white, soft cotton over Hal's rigid member.
Don pressed his back against Hal's, his muzzle resting on his shoulder as he took in the smell of the horse's hide. A paw slid down from his toned stomach and wrapped around underneath Hal's full package. The horse moaned as he felt it squeeze down. The hand that had tugged the sock down his shaft continued its way down to his base. Don pressed his hard lump against the horse's ass as his paw glided back up. The horse gave a huff as Don squeezed down on his cotton covered tip and his other pulled down on his bulky orbs.
The horse gave a moan as he grabbed the coyote's paws and pulled them away. Don looked confused as Hal turned around to face him, then felt Hal turn his shoulder's around. He felt the warm, twitching rod press against his spine, and the thick head move down his back. It traced along the coyote's tail, and Don watched as the lengthy shaft pushed through his legs and out in front of him. He felt the horse's arms wrap tightly around his waist as the cock throbbed between his thighs. Hal's head reached around Don's neck as he kissed it softly.
Don closed his legs tightly as he felt Hal begin to slowly thrust. As the speed of the cock squeezing through him quickened, he felt Hal's head move, and the other side of his neck became of target of the horse's kisses. Don clenched his thighs down tighter on the hot, thick, penetrating dick as it moved. Hal's heavy breath rustled the fur on his cheek. Don felt the front of his pants get tighter as the pounding rod rubbed against his groin.
He looked down at the sheathed cock below his bulge and felt it throb. Hal moaned in the coyote's ear as Don watched the sock jump from the horse shooting load after load into it. The filling sock jiggled with each thrust until the horse's breath slowed and Don felt another soft kiss on his neck.
"I love you," Hal whispered.
Don opened his legs and turned around, grabbing the horse's shirt and pulling him down for a deep kiss. "I love you too," he said looking into the horse's eyes and running a finger down his softening cock.
The soaked, heavy sock fell to the floor with a splat and Hal smiled.
Don looked over to the window and saw the orange sky cueing the sunset. "Now tuck that thing back in, it's almost time to go."
Hal kissed the coyote one last time before letting him walk off to the table. He reached down and put his soft cock back into his jeans and zipped them up. The horse looked down at sock lying on the floor next to s small splatter of cum and bent down to pick up the full, abused piece of cotton. "What should I do with this?"
"Don't wear it, that's for sure," Don said, adjusting the bulge in his own pants.
Hal watched as a drop of the cum soaked through the fabric and fell to the floor. He quickly walked it to the sink and the coyote watched as Hal tipped it over, sending the goopy load dribbling into the metal basin. Hal turned on the water and washed out the rest.
"What?" Hal said, looking over at the staring coyote. "I only have one pair. What if I need them again?"
Don just rolled his eyes. "Ready to leave?"
The horse hung the wet, stretched out sock on the side of the sink and nodded.
They drove off into the darkening night and found the small town teaming with life. Hal had to park at the other end of the strip of stores because all the other spots, as well as spaces wide enough to suffice as a parking spot, were taken already.
"Isn't it a Tuesday?" Don asked as they watched a small heard of figures in cowboy hats walk through their headlight beams before Hal turned the car off.
"I'd hate to see what Friday looks like." Hal stepped out of the car. "I feel like we under dressed."
"Bah," Don said, looking down at his t-shirt. "It'll be dark in there."
They walked down the street to the hive of activity that was the front of the bar. They pushed their way through the warm, noisy, small room filled with people and past the back door. It was a little more spacious outside, but not by much. They looked around the crowded area filled with wide brimmed hats, shiny belt buckles and ripped blue jeans.
"See Cody anywhere?" Don said as he tried avoiding eye contact with an ornery looking squirrel staring at him.
Hal shook his head. "Want to just find a place to sit, and he'll find us?"
"Sounds good to me. Where?"
Hal skimmed over the crowd and found a spot in the back next to a fenced off area and pointed. They wandered over, trying to steer clear of the drunken, impulsive movements of their fellow bar patrons. A, inebriated wolf in a flannel shirt backed into Don while laughing after a story he was telling, but he didn't seem to notice much.
As they reached the small opening, Hal leaned back on the old, gray wooden fence, which has been constructed to keep unwary customers from falling into a rather large pit with a pool of water collecting in the middle. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol mixed with sweat and dirt seemed fitting under the dim lanterns and the loud, deep roar of the crowd. Occasionally, a chilly night breeze would come and replace the stale air of the bar, but not frequently enough to notice.
Hal rested a hoof up on the fence as he leaned his elbows back and kept scanning the horde for the butcher.
"Trying to blend in?" Don said as he looked over at the casually posed horse.
"A little. When in Rome."
"I think you need more dirt on you. You'll never pick up a real cowboy looking like that."
Hal just punched the coyote in the arm, not amused by the comment and went back to looking.
Don rubbed his sore arm, watching the horse spy around the bar. "Don't go wearing out your eyes, cowpoke."
Hal just ignored him.
"Don't worry," Don said. "You're boyfriend won't stand you up. This is date number three, isn't it? Doesn't that mean you have to put out? He wouldn't miss that."
"What's your problem?" Hal yelled as he glared at the coyote.
Don's ears lowered as he looked at his angry face.
"He was just some guy who took a fancy to me," Hal said lowering his voice when he saw a few heads turn. "Is that so bad? I'm sorry you're jealous that you're not getting hit on."
The hurt looking coyote just tuned his head away and leaned against the fence.
"Would you please just let it go?" Hal continued. "It's really getting old."
Don felt a knot in his throat as he swallowed and spit out a quiet. "Fine. Sorry."
Hal looked back at the crowd, feeling worse about what he had just said.
After a while of silence between the two, Cody walked up with three beers in his hands.
"Hey there!" he said cheerily, extending the bottles to them, before noticing the dismal look on the two. "Everything alright?"
"Just fine," Don said as they reached for the beers.
"Want to talk about it?" Cody said as he leaned on the fence with them.
"Not really," Don said, taking a swig from the bottle.
Cody looked over at Hal who gave him a subtle shrug because he didn't feel like explaining the situation either. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, Cody turned around and rested his arms on the wooden rail.
"Nice night out," Cody said as Hal turned with him.
"Doesn't it always look like this?" Hal asked, looking up at the glittering stars, which were a little dimmer than on the ranch due to the lamps around them.
"Yeah, but it doesn't mean it's not a nice night."
Don stayed with his back to the fence, drinking his beer and letting the hurt feelings wallow in his stomach.
"So, what are you two doing in this small town?" Cody said, taking his first sip of beer.
"My great uncle died and gave his ranch to my dad, who's making us take care of it over the summer."
"He gave two gay guys the key to a remote ranch for a whole summer?"
"He thinks we're just friends." Hal looked down at his beer. "It's a fairly recent development for us."
"I see," Cody said.
"Be back," Don said quickly standing up from the fence and walking away.
Hal and Cody watched the coyote walk over to the miniature bar near them.
"Is he alright?" Cody said, turning back to Hal.
"He's a little moody sometimes."
"Oh." Cody tapped his finger against the bottle. "So, you've only been together for a little while?"
"Yeah. Just a few days, actually. But we've been friends for a long time."
"That's how my first boyfriend was. His parents weren't very happy when they found out why we were having so many sleepovers." Cody took another sip of beer.
"What happened to him?"
"Well, he moved away because his parent's store had to close, so we just broke up. Haven't heard from him since."
"That's sad," Hal said, swishing the foamy beer back and forth in the bottle.
"He was sweet. And he had a big cock. It was nice."
Hal pursed his lips as he still looked down at his beer. Don wandered back over and leaned back against the fence again with a new bottle of beer that had already had a considerable amount drunken from it.
"So, Hal," Cody said, leaning back and looking at the coyote. "How do you like Barrel Canyon?"
"It's small," was all the coyote had to say while not looking at the horse.
"It is, yes," Cody said as he looked at the annoyed creature. He leaned forward again, figuring it wasn't the time for small talk. "So, how did you like the ribs?" Cody asked Hal.
"They were delicious. Thank you for that deal, by the way."
"You're welcome!"
They heard Don take another loud gulp of his beer.
"How long have you been a butcher?" Hal said, ignoring the coyote behind him.
"I got the job in high school, so about four or five years?"
"That's cool. Do you enjoy it? I bet you get to bring home a lot of meat that people don't buy. Must save you lots of money."
"I'm actually a vegetarian," Cody said, chuckling. "When you have to do the dirty work, meat loses its appeal."
"Really? You don't look like a vegetarian," Hal said, motioning to Cody's lean, muscular arms.
"I get my protein other ways," Cody said, laughing. He lifted up his shirt to show off his defined six pack. "I've managed to keep these."
Don looked at the horse's chest and he heard Don grumble something about needing another, and walked away. Cody pulled his shirt down as the coyote passed him on his way to the bar.
"Should we be worried about him?" Cody asked, looking back at Hal.
"I'm not quite sure anymore," Hal said.
"Does he do this a lot?"
"Yes, but without the beer part."
"I see," Cody looked down at his still nearly full bottle. "Think we should get him out of the bar?"
"That'd probably be best," Hal said as he watched the coyote walk back with two beers in his hands.
"Don," Hal said as the coyote returned to his spot on the fence. "We're thinking about finding a little quieter place to sit, want to join us?"
"No, I'm good. You two can go have your fun without me," the coyote said, looking a little intoxicated as he held one of the beers to his lips and chugged it.
Hal looked over to Cody.
"Don, maybe you should slow down with the drinking," the gray horse said.
Don just chugged the last of the bottle, sticking his middle finger up at the horse as he did. He dropped the empty bottle on the dirt below him, and kicked it into the hole, laughing.
"Don," Hal said quietly to the coyote. "You're way too drunk."
"So?" Don took a swig from his other beer, and Hal pulled it away from him. "Give me that back!"
"Don. You're going to get us in trouble," Hal said, holding the beer behind him, but the coyote didn't listen and just tried to reach for the bottle.
"Just the one more. I already paid for it."
"No, Don. You've had enough," Don said, holding the coyote back with his hand. "Now, we're going to leave, and you're going to come with us."
Don tried to hit the horse in the stomach, but missed and hit the fence. He winced in pain and grabbed his aching paw, cursing loudly. Don put the beer down and picked up the coyote over his shoulder.
The crowed had started watching, in hopes that there would be a fight, but the coyote just started sobbing, and they all returned to their conversations, disappointed at the lack of action. Hal made his way through the bar with Don on his shoulder with Cody right behind them.
As they got to the street, Hal put Don back down on his feet. Don sniffled and wiped away his tears.
"I just wanted to finish my beer," Don said.
"Now come on," Hal said, pulling his arm as they walked back to the car as the people milling in the street watched.
"I know a quiet place we can sit where there aren't people," Cody said catching up to Don. "Follow me."
The horse lead the two to the back of the grocery store where there was a deserted, quiet loading dock with a dim yellow light that would flicker from time to time. The three of them sat down on a small stack of crates about waist high, and Hal finally let go of Don.
"I couldn't have brought my beer here?" Don said looking around the loading zone.
"You have a drinking problem," Hal said.
"You're one to talk, big boy," Don said, drunkenly glaring at Hal. "I don't want to sit next to you anymore."
Don hopped off the crates and walked over to Cody and sat down.
"So..." Cody said, trying to find a way out of the awkwardness he found himself sandwiched between. "How's the heat been treating you both?"
"You're cute," Don said, leaning closer to Cody. "Like, really cute."
Cody just laughed nervously as he looked over to Hal, who was just looking coldly at Don.
"Can I fuck you?" Don said, placing a paw on the horses lap.
"I... uh, I don't know." He looked over to Hal again, who was visibly upset.
"Be my guest," Hal said callously, moving his hand like he was presenting the coyote to him.
"I really shouldn't," Cody said, trying to push away the advancing paw of the coyote.
"Oh, come on," Don said, sliding his other paw up the horse's thigh. "You know what would be really hot? If you went down on Hal."
Cody looked back at Hal.
Hal just smirked at Don and unzipped his pants, as if to say "I'll play your game."
Cody looked down as the horse pulled out his long, black cock, and he looked back down at his own crotch where the coyote was already fumbling with his zipper.
"Umm... alright?" Cody said, unsure of what else to do.
As Don pulled down on the horse's zipper, he saw a condom poking out of his front pocket, he reached in and pulled out two extra large ones and a regular sized one. "Someone planned for this to happen," Don said, holding the regular sized condom in his teeth and looking seductively up at the horse.
"I like to be prepared," the horse said nervously, as he felt Hal's hand grab his and place it on his stiff, hot cock. He gulped as he looked at Don tear open the condom wrapper. The coyote got on his knees on the crate and pull down his pants. Cody looked down at the cock in his hand as he felt Don grab his hips. Cody lifted his ass up, as Don pulled his pants down around his thighs.
Cody glanced up at Hal, but he was just looking at Don. He stuck the tip of Hal's cock in his mouth and began to suck. He felt a pair of slick fingers press through his ass, stretching him out. Cody moaned as he stuffed more of Hal's cock in his mouth.
Don looked down at the gray horse ass, avoiding Hal's stare as he put his wrapped member against the dark spot between his cheeks. He slid easily into the more relaxed ring and started thrusting.
Hal looked down as he felt Cody pulling down the front of his pants further, and tugging on his large balls. His tongue slid along the underside of his cock as he let it slide in and out of his long mouth. He could feel Cody move forward each time Don thrust hard into his ass. Hal moaned as his cock sliped down Cody's throat. He watched as the horse worked his way down his length, loving the feeling of the tightening swallows along his shaft. The last few inches of Hal's length disappeared into the horse's mouth and he felt Cody's chin on his balls. Hal threw his head back and moaned as he felt the warm tight sensation over his entire cock for the first time.
Don saw how far the horse could go down, and he started humping harder, feeling his knot rub against the ass as it clenched down.
Cody pulled off of Hal and took a deep breath, working the horse's slippery tip with his hand as he waited to catch his breath. The horse plunged back down on the cock, squeezing it all back inside of him, and burying his face into Hal's crotch.
Don felt his fully formed knot strain against the horse's ring and he thrust hard one last time, feeling his hot cum gather inside the condom as his cock pulsed. He heard Hal grunt and thrust as his cock unloaded into Cody's stomach. Hal panted as the horse pulled off oh his long, softening cock.
Cody wiped his mouth off and felt Don yank his knot out of his ass. He moaned and looked back.
"Well, that was quite a fuck, boys," Cody said, sitting up.
Don noticed that the horse's stiff cock was resting against his chest under his shirt. It was smaller than Hal's; about the same size as Don's toy. Don smirked, as he grabbed one of the extra large condoms and lifted up Cody's shirt over his cock. He tore open the wrapper.
"Your turn," Don said, sticking the large condom in his mouth and grabbing Cody's dick.
The horse looked down as the coyote stuck his cock in his mouth, pulling down on the condom as we went. He moaned as Don pushed the length almost all the way in, and finished the job with his paw. He pulled off, leaving the condom slick with saliva, before hopping off the crate and bending over, wagging his tail, looking at the horse.
Hal looked jealously on as Cody hopped down too. He watched as Cody leaned down and licked the Coyote's ass. He swirled his tongue around the tight pucker, making Don howl, then stuck it through the ring to lube it up.
Hal grabbed the other condom package and hopped off the crate as Cody leaned back up. The gray horse placed his cock along Don's crack and slid it gently around. He looked back as Hal slid the condom down his own stiffness and looked at the horse's ass.
Cody just lifted his tail out of the way and leaned forward a bit. Hal pressed his tip between the horse's cheeks and pushed forward. Cody moved forward too, pressing his tip against Don. Hal thrust harder, feeling the horse's ring glide over his shaft. He heard Don moan as Cody pressed into him as well. Hal took a step forward and thrust again, sliding further into the horse, sending him deeper into Don.
Cody moaned, as Hal pressed again, pushing past the half way point. He was a lot less tight than Don, and Hal continued, feeling his cock get buried deeper into the warm horse's body. Don looked over as the horse slid deeper into him, panting as he felt himself spread apart again.
Hal felt Cody's ring squeeze down as he shoved the last of his cock into him. Cody moaned as he shoved the last of his length into Don. Hal thrust hard into the gray horses ass, shoving Cody hard into Don, making the coyote pant.
Their hips all rocked back and forth, letting their stiff rods move in and out of each other. Hal felt the orgasm build up inside of him quickly, thrusting as his cock throbbed into Cody. The warm cum oozed down the condom as Cody neighed. Hal pulled his softening cock from the horse, grunting.
Hal stood back, watching Don getting pounded by Cody, until the horse finally came. Hal felt resentment build up inside of him as he pulled off his full condom. Don felt the long cock pull out of him as he laid on the crate panting and moaning.
Cody turned to Hal smiling, but he quickly dropped it when he saw the look on Hal's face.
Hal zipped his pants up as he looked at the slutty looking coyote hamming it up as he moaned. He looked over to Cody as he stood there.
"I think you better go," Hal said.
Cody looked over at the coyote as he stretched out, waving his butt in the air, not paying attention to what was happening behind him.
"Don't hurt the guy," Cody said quietly, stepping closer to Hal. "Something is up with him."
"Just go," Hal said fiercely.
Cody zipped up his pants and left. He took another look back as he turned to the corner to see Hal walking up to the coyote, and hid behind a dumpster
"What was that?" Hal said.
Don turned his head to see that Cody was gone and turned around. "What?"
"All of that," Hal said gesturing to Don aggressively as the coyote pulled up his pants, having difficulty working the zipper and button.
Hal walked over to the Don and pulled the sipper up for him, shoving his hips away as he finished. "Why did we just do that?" he yelled, looking into the coyote's eyes.
Don just leaned back on the crate in fear and tried to mouth words that wouldn't come.
Hal lifted up an arm, and Cody go ready to jump out from the corner, but Hal brought it down slowly to the coyote's shoulder.
"Why did we do that?" Hal said, softer this time.
"I... I don't know," Don said with his ears lowered again.
"I love you, Don," Hal said, leaning in and kissing the coyote on the lips. "I don't know why you don't believe me. And now we've both fucked up and did something stupid."
Don's eyes started to well. "I'm so sorry," he said as he suddenly thought about what they just did, feeling a whole lot more sober. He started to sob and held a paw to his face.
"I did it too, I'm just as guilty, and just as sorry," Hal said, pulling the paw away.
Don looked into the horse's eyes again. "Why didn't you stop me?"
"Because I was just as jealous too, and I wasn't thinking clearly."
Hal wrapped his arms around the coyote and the coyote returned the gesture. Don pressed his face against the horse's neck. "I'm sorry," he said, feeling another tear roll down his cheek.
"It's alright," he said, rocking Don softly back and forth.
Cody watched the two before silently walking away.
"My stomach feels bad," Don said, breaking the hug and looking down.
"It's probably because you had three and a half beers on an empty stomach. Let's get you home."
Don nodded and they walked back to the car. The street was still alive with people as they got inside. Hal saw Cody walking back into the crowd near the bar as the pulled out of the spot.
"Cody was nice," Hal said as they drove down the street slowly as the half drunken people moved out of the way. "For someone who almost destroyed us."
Don nodded, holding his stomach. "But let's not talk about him for a while, ok?"
Hal agreed as they finally hit the highway and drove back up to the ranch. Don walked inside and fumbled around for the bag of chips and quickly ate as Hal wandered around back and turned on the generator.
He heard something move by the shed and looked over. The night was still, even with the light from the window shining across the dirt. After a while, Don just shrugged and walked away.
"Stupid critters."
He walked inside and sat down next to the coyote, watching him stuff orange, puffy chips into his muzzle. Hal yawned.
"If you're tired," Don said, finding a gap in the collecting junk food paste in his mouth, "you can go to bed. I'll be up in a bit. I just want to eat some more and get some water."
Hal yawned again. "I think I'll do that. I'll see you up there."
The horse stood up and headed outside, and Don shoved another fistful of chips in his mouth. He licked off his fingers and stood up, moving his way to the sink. He opened the release and lapped up the pouring water. He looked out the window and saw Hal walk past, waving as he did. He waved back and noticed a dark figure standing behind the shack. He shot his head up and tried to focus his eyes better to the night, but didn't see the shape anymore. His fur stood on end as he tried to figure out what to do. He looked around and grabbed a heavy metal pan from under the sink and walked outside.
Still feeling a little drunk, he crept up to the shack, being as quiet as he could, his heart racing in his chest. Hal was already up the stairs and in bed as he got closer to where he saw the shadow. He walked along the side of the rough, wooden structure until he got to the edge. He started to sweat as he took a deep, but quiet, breath and jumped forward, swinging the pan as hard as he could.
Hal jumped from the bed as he heard the dull thud of metal hitting something hard and ran down the stairs naked, cupping his crotch.
He saw Don jumping around behind the shack, shaking his hands, wildly hissing in pain. "Shit, that hurt!" he said as he looked up at the horse running up to him.
"What happened?" Hal asked, looking around and seeing a broken board in the back of the shack and a trying pan on the ground. "What were you doing?"
Don stopped bouncing around and gripped his paws together. "I thought I saw someone behind the shed, and I went to go hit them, but there wasn't anything there and I hit the wall. Did you know that pans really hurt to hold when you hit something with them?"
Hal just laughed and sighed. He picked up the pan and wrapped an arm around Don as they walked up the steps. "You go up to bed, I'm going to turn off the generator."
Don walked up the creaky old steps as the lights went out and he heard Hal behind him. Hal set the pan down on the table as Don stripped down and they climbed under the sleeping bag. They shifted and closed their eyes, and were quickly off to sleep in each other's arms.
And so endeth Part Six. And the heavenly figure did shine light upon the startings of Part Seven, and there was much rejoicing. | FSE |
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. | literotica |
(M tf Tiger/Sabertooth)
To be fair, Greg wasn't supposed to be wandering around this area in the first place. Everyone had their heads out of their windows tonight, but the police ordered people off the streets and had many officers set up around a wide parameter in several areas. Not too long ago an organization called Against Wayward Extinction or AWE for short was doing research on bringing back extinct species that had been unjustly wiped out by meteor-inflicted climate change rather than natural selection. While that sounds great on paper- they were kidnapping humans to use as a base to turn into these species. After AWE was brought down, there was no one to maintain their satellite network. That is why the city is partially shut down tonight, and everyone has their eyes on the sky. The AWE satellites are falling from the sky.
The way Greg figured- if the police could be that close to the crash site and know exactly where the satellite will touch down, why couldn't anyone else also be that close? And so, he snuck out against the police order to get closer to one of the crash sites to see the action. He was not aware these satellites were also loaded with DNA and neocell samples from AWE's mad scientist. The police had bio-hazard protection on- Greg does not. Greg was not the only one breaking the law tonight though. A man snuck up behind him and shoved a gun barrel into his back, telling Greg to hand over his wallet. Greg was so afraid for his life and taking his wallet out that he missed the incoming fireball in the sky. The man chuckled, calling Greg a sucker as he grabbed the wallet. Greg turned around in time to see the man drop an empty beer bottle to the ground! The 'gun barrel' he felt in his back was just the neck of the bottle- the man had no weapons on him in the first place! The man bolted with his wallet and Greg chased after him, but they were both knocked to the ground as the satellite hit and shook the ground so violently that it felt like it had vanished from under their feet! The satellite hit down exactly were it was calculated to, allowing the police blockade to contain almost the entire explosion, with only a few shards of debris flying off high enough to land outside. One such chunk was the upper half of a containment cell- drops of its contents flicked into the air as it spun. The shard of satellite landed at the front of the lane way the two men were in, while they were closer to the end. Little drops of liquid from inside of it rained down across most of the lane however- several dropping on Greg.
The two of them slowly got up, looking at the flames and sparks from the glowing hot metal ruin that was the satellite. Greg's hand twitched with small muscle spasms. Before he had the chance to figure that out- he heard the man behind him turn and bolt again, and turned to chase after him! The night air was cool, but when running it became biting. The man dashed across the street, not having to worry about traffic thanks to the police order, but when he went to dash into the next alley two cats bolted out from the dark and almost tripped him! By the time he got his balance, Greg caught up. The man tried to punch him but Greg caught his fist. The man went to use his other hand and Greg caught that one too. Something strange was happening to his hands though- the muscle activity was stimulating growth. The nerves in the end of his fingers started to go partially numb, and the tendons pulled in directions they aren't supposed to! The bone segment at the very end of each finger dislocated from the segment before it and pulled up- making Greg glad they were mostly numb. The segment flipped up, basically folding itself onto the end of the segment below it! The man pulled his own hands away from him and they both watched his deforming hands in awe.
His fingernails seemed to draw up slightly with the shifting of the skin around the moved bone, and then with a bit of an itchy feeling, his nails rapidly started to grow out! They became thick but narrow and quickly grew into large arc-like talons! The nail on his thumb followed his fingers- though the thumb has one less segment than the fingers, so none of the bones restructured in the thumb. As confused and worried as Greg was by these changes, he quickly returned his gaze back to the thief and made a swipe for him! The man jumped back, but the talons still sliced four cuts in the front of his shirt! When Greg tensed his hands to attack, the folded back final bone in the fingers (the distal phalanx) was pushed forward again, straightening it, which caused the claws to hook forward and extend further! The mechanism behind a feline paw.
The man spun in fear and ran again, but Greg stumbled a bit and quickly had to get his shoes off from pain in his feet. His feet were changing the same way, and the claws of his toes could not fit. His socks did not fit either obviously, but he did not want to lose the man, so he gave chase without removing his socks. The talons just cut their own way out of the ends. When folded back, the arch of each claw kept it off the ground, so it did not dull.
A cloaked figure watches their chase intently from the rooftops over them, jumping the gap between buildings casually like it was nothing to keep up with them. "The elastic tendon that controls the distal phalanx connects to the joint over the proximal and middle phalanx- a brilliant biological mechanism really. The base of each claw is organic tissue that collects and hardens into a higher keratin compound toward the tip which is entirely solid keratin. When the claw grows it creates a cast-off layer of the dulled outermost layer, revealing the newer, sharper layer below. And this kids, is why you don't have your cat de-clawed. The process removes the entire distal phalanx. If you think chopping the ends off all your pets fingers sounds like a good idea- you aren't someone I want to talk to."
The man got some distance on Greg and the two ran at the same speed, making him lose faith that he would be able to catch up. His limbs did not stop changing though, and his feet changing forced him to put more weight on the front of them, and soon all of his weight, not even touching his heel to the ground. His hands and feet were growing longs- leaving his thumb and big toe behind the rest. Greg was unable to see, but his hair was changing color as well. It was turning from dark brown to bright orange! Except for a single strip across the middle of his head which instead darkened further to totally black. Even his eyebrows turned orange. His fingers and toes started to grow orange fuz on their backs and the bottoms swelled with dense flesh. This numbed the sensation again on the bottoms of his feet, making him less worried about cutting them on a rock or something without his shoes. The end of each digit swelled into a large pad, but also the base of each digit to protect the body of the hands and feet. By the time the fur spread across half his hands and feet his wrist and ankles clicked and re-sorted themselves as they expanded to be able to fit all this extra size. His feet extending lifted his ankles a good distance off the ground, but this only made Greg considerably faster. It gave each step more of a spring to it, and the smaller surface area created less drag on the ground between each step.
Greg was now gaining on the man thanks to his changed feet, making the man nervous. He grabbed and knocked over trash bags and boxes by the back doors to try and block his path and even knocked a chained up bike into the way at the end of the alley. Because Greg's ears were a bit numb from the cold air beating against them as he ran, he failed to notice them change as well. They became larger and rounder, while the cartilage thinned and new muscle tissue gathered into the base to give them minor mobility. As soon as they could pivot, his ears moved reflexively backwards so the wind did not catch in them. Greg's face twitched a bit at a prickling feeling as whiskers started to slid out over his upper lip. He became more confident in his movements though, and was able to leap around the obstructing objects the man tossed his way.
The cloaked figure nodded with a smile. "Whiskers extend the perception and allow minor sensation beyond the physical body through vibrations in the air around the creature. They can feel movement."
Greg ran out into the street where the man abruptly turned and paused a moment. The man was nowhere to be seen. The street was covered in parked vehicles. The man could not have run far enough for Greg to completely lose sight of him in that brief time when line of sight was broken... which means he is still here- hiding behind one of the vehicles. Greg let out an unusually deep sounding growl as he slowly plodded forward, his whiskers twitching in irritation as he looked back and forth at the vehicles trying to spot the man. His tail bone swelled and started to push his pants down slightly in the back. The fur advanced up his arms and legs very slowly- but was mirrored with growth. His hands and feet devolving into paws made them considerably larger overall, then his wrists, and now the rest of his limbs are equalizing from the bottom up. With a dull thunk the bridge of his nose shifted to be wider and lower to his face. The skin around his nostrils started to turn cool and clammy as the coloration darkened. His upper canines grew long into fangs as he grit his teeth in anger at the hiding thief.
Greg sniffed several times, trying to taste the night air. The man was running, which means he was probably sweaty. He will smell like fear. After a few moments of silence, Greg dropped onto his hands and feet. This flicked his now developing tail completely free from his pants and it danced back and forth, flexing its muscles as they grew in and extended it. On his hands and feet, Greg lowered his head to look under the vehicles. It took only a few glances back and forth to spot the pair of human feet on the opposite side of a car! The man heard Greg charge at him and went to bolt away, but rather than go around the vehicle, Greg jumped ONTO the vehicle- his sharp claws making a screeching sound as they cut thin lines in the car's paint as he slid across the hood and pounced directly onto the man. Greg slammed the man to the ground and the first thing the man seen looking up at Greg is his bulging arms as the bone and muscle structure continued to grow upward to his shoulders. He felt the razor sharp points of the claws on his shoulders.
"Grrve me brrk mr warrit..." His face scrunched up into a snarling look. "My mrrny, GIVE!" His voice had a gravelly tone to it, giving it a low rumble that made it hard to talk.
Muffled clicks under his skin sounded the changes as his face slowly started to push out and Greg had to move his lower lips out of the way as his fangs were now too large to fit in his mouth at all. The man was too afraid to say anything. He was transfixed on Greg's angry eyes as his pupils stretched taller and thinner. Lines of golden coloration appeared in his brown iris and multiplied rapidly, turning their color completely to metallic yellow. Reflective feline iris- they refract any available light to make use of what little exists; allowing them to see perfectly fine in the darkness of night.
Greg noticed the man nervously motioning his head to the side and seen the wallet on the ground beside him. He then realized the man couldn't actually hand it back because Greg was pinning his arms to the ground, and he was too afraid to speak. The moment Greg stepped off to grab his wallet the man scrambled to his feet and ran for his life. There was plenty of police around, but telling the cops was never really an option for Greg because doing so would have outed himself for breaking the law being out on the streets right now. He paused now that his money was returned, and looked himself over. He should be more... concerned with his condition. But for some reason it felt normal. The change was mildly pleasurable and this body felt natural even though it was wildly different from what it should be. He felt an odd tightness in his chest and flopped back, propped up against the car and just took a deep breath. The cool night air was always fresher than the air during the day- no one outside to pollute it. His pant legs and his shirt were very tight. The expansion of his limbs made his clothes barely fit. His hips and body had grown a bit too, but there was also more give in his clothing in those places so the effect wasn't as drastic.
He looked at his tail and seen it had stopped growing. It did not look as long as it should be- he was pretty sure tiger tails are longer than that. The fur had grown in on it and stopped for the moment on his lower back. Having his clothing so tight against his body was probably making it hard for the fur to grow in any further. He took another deep breath to try and fight the odd pressure he felt in his chest and then his ribs popped! His instinctual reaction was to draw in breath again but his lungs were already full! His lungs grew in size forcing his rib cage to pop in rapid fire and extend further forward- staying the same size in width. This caused his rib cage to partially obstruct his arms. His shirt almost immediately tore when his ribs grew in size, splitting down the back from his collar to the halfway point. His rib cage actually had a slight hinge to it at the mid point of each rib now- though not actually meant to be bent, it did give the bones more flexibility before being able to break from impacts. His torso then got slightly longer, granting it more flexibility as his hip bone compressed back a bit. This gave him a long midriff. He seen soft fur starting to grow up past his pants- his pubic hair had turned to white fur and was spreading! Now exposed to the night air, he could feel the fur growing on his upper back as well- the growth made almost no feeling on its own but he could feel the warmth as it canceled out the cool air.
He straightened up his posture to try and reach for his shirt since it was barely hanging in there, but his neck let off dull pops and started to get longer! His shoulder blades cracked rather loudly and shifted their position, extending out further from the spine! His shoulder blades were now much further forward, causing them to overlap the sides of his rib cage, putting the joint of his arms further forward. This made the reach of his arms actually slightly further than his legs when standing on all fours! The shift of his shoulder blades yanked the entire back of his shirt torn in half all the way down and also popped the seams on the arms of his shirt. Because his shoulder blades now also extended a bit higher than his back, the ridges on the vertebrae in his upper back extended to even it out. With a groan that came out more like a growl, Greg reached up and hooked a claw on the fabric and just tore the remnants away. As soon as he tossed the shirt off though, his arms locked up! His elbows started to extend a bit further out. This prevented him from holding his arms completely straight out but also braced them better for impacts- allowing him to walk on them without wearing out the joint. He also noticed he could not hold his arms straight out to the side either now. He could still move them up and down perfectly fine.
Greg roared as his face started to click and snap again and extend even further. His upper lip was pushed further up as his fangs grew even larger! They were so long that they extended past his chin at this point! His facial hair started to grow in rapidly, connecting to the hair on his head, and then his hair line very slowly started to advance in on the rest of his face as fur. He bent forward a bit and reached for his too-tight pants. The moment the point of his claw touched the taught fabric it exploded open from pressure! His thighs ruptured his pant legs, and then he hooked a claw on the end of either leg and started to move them up. His claws sliced through the tight fabric like a knife as he cut himself out of his useless pants and underpants. It did not even occur to him he should be embarrassed about being fully nude in public. Like his changes, it just felt normal and he did not give it a second thought. His penis was hidden for a moment, which was odd because it felt tight and he felt aroused so he was expecting it to be standing in attention. The thrill of the hunt and sending that man scurrying away like a little baby turned Greg on, and this new body felt powerful and so... right! His foreskin had thickened and drawn his cock down into it as the fur climbed it to become a short sheath. His scrotum became tighter and covered in fur as well. The fur on his underside was snow white, while everywhere else it grew in neon orange with thin black stripes. His cock then emerged again and he went to grab it but then realized he could not really grab it like he used to with paws- and he would be nervous about cutting himself with his claws besides. Taking advantage of the plush, bulbous flesh; Greg used both paws together and gripped his cock between the two pads!
Every second or third stroke he groaned as Greg felt the pressure surge at the base. It was getting thicker inside of the sheath. This caused his penis to become progressively more and more cone-shaped as the growth was only in the base and stretched the rest less the further out it went. The tiny subtle bumps on the corona of his glans started to stiffen and become more pronounced. As he continued they started to multiply and grow a bit longer into tiny points, turning into very tiny barbs! Their size and number created an itchy pressure in the glans of his penis because there wasn't enough room for them all on the thin ridge that is the corona! Greg gripped the shaft tightly between his paws and yanked down, stretching the surface skin down tight and the growth surged up the shaft at that same moment! He was holding the skin in place while the inside grew a bit longer, causing the glans to stretch, the corona was pulled smooth against the rest of the shaft! His entire penis was now shaped like a long cone with a tapered end, but the barbs remained as they were. So the very end of his cock was smooth, then a forest of barbs, and then smooth shaft again after that.
The barbs were engorged with blood pressure like the rest of the shaft, so they were not actually solid enough to do any harm to anything. They were the most sensitive part, so he would thrust forward quickly but then grip himself tighter and slowly pull back. The pleasure caused the pressure to pulse, tightening the barbs so they gripped even more, and bending them caused even more pleasure. Felines do not go into heat, so in order to get a female to ovulate to make impregnating them possible, you have to rile them up first. The barbs grab the insides of their vaginal walls and drag gently like a million tiny fingers to make sure she is as stimulated as possible to increase the odds of pregnancy. When Greg finally climaxed, he reared back and roared, which caused him to slide fully onto his back. His face extended a tiny bit more into a proper short but broad feline muzzle and his fangs grew even larger! His lower two canine teeth were now regular sized fangs, and his upper were giant tusk like chompers. They are longer than they are wide, so they can slide over the lower jaw, since they are so large that they grow beyond the entire head. The fur around what had formerly been his sideburns grew longer and bushier, as well as the fur at the top base of his tail.
Greg rolled to his feet still breathing heavily and looked around a bit confused. What was he doing before? Where was he? Strange shiny cliffs all around him and rough rock ground? This is a bad place for a den, too many openings. He plodded off to find a more secure place to make a den out of and maybe hunt some prey for a late night snack before heading to sleep. He completely forgot what humans even are. Being lower to the ground made it seem like he was moving even faster than he actually was. Greg spent a good amount of time just running in random directions, just to feel his powerful new body and the thrill of being so fast and deadly! He has transformed into a Smilodon Fatalis! Apex predators of a mere 10,000 years ago, the only thing that could wipe them out was a lack of Megafauna as prey. They competed with Dire Wolves and to a lesser extent Lions for food, but nothing ever preyed on them.
The figure that had been watching from above nodded. "Though everyone knows them as Sabertooth Tigers, they actually aren't tigers at all. Smilodon share a common ancestor with Tigers- which would be the Pseudaelurus- they themselves are a different branch of the evolutionary tree. They therefor did not have stripes- at all. Tigers are the only one of their current closest relatives to have stripes so it would make no sense for anything even earlier than that- and less closely related- to have them. AWE however also could not find an entirely complete string of Smilodon DNA, either. Technically speaking, he just turned into a hybrid of smilodon and then tigers of the Panthera family tree. A smilodon tail would also be shorter- the fur at the base is bushier on his tail because that is where the two tail lengths overlap in his patchwork genetic coding." He held up an intact containment cell from the ruin of the satellite and smiled to himself. "In any case, I recovered what I could from this wreck before those police vultures moved in. I better hurry to the next." | yiff-extreme |
Title: Me Sis And Friend On A Rainy Night
Tags: brother, sister, drunk, drugs, brother/sister
I was on my way home from picking up a few "party favors" out of state when my car broke down. It was pouring rain and almost 11 at night, so I knew there would be no hopes of getting it into a garage until the next morning. Luckily for me, my car broke down only 15 minutes from my little sisters apartment so I figured I'd call her up looking for a place to stay for the night.
In no time she had come to pick me up and we were making our way back to her apartment. My sister hadn't changed much at all in the few months since the last time I had seen her. Only about 5 feet tall with long black hair and soft tan skin, she had always been very attractive, but now that she was living on her own she had a new beam of maturity in her eyes.
We were driving back to her place as I clutched on to the backpack containing the supplies I was originally driving to get. Those supplies were an ounce of marijuana and 10 ecstasy pills for a party my friend was throwing that weekend. My sister didn't do drugs, and wasn't a fan of drugs in general, so I thought it best not to mention what was in the bag.
"Thanks for coming to pick me up. And for giving me a place to crash for the night." I said as we turned on to her block. "I knew that fucking car was going to die on me soon. Go figure it was in the rain."
"Not a problem," she smiled back. "I wouldn't leave my older brother stranded in the rain. You're just lucky you were near my house when you broke down."
"And that you were still awake. Don't you usually go to bed early for work?"
"I took off of work tomorrow because my friend Jill is up from college for the week and we needed to catch up. You know Jill, right?"
I did know Jill. She was in my sisters class in high school, one grade below me. I had a big thing for her back when we were younger, but nothing ever came of it.
"Yea, I remember Jill."
"Ok good, I wasn't sure. Not that it matters, she's at my place already."
With that, we pulled into her apartment complex. I gathered my things from my sisters car, most importantly my backpack, and we went inside. When we opened the door I saw Jill sitting on the couch sipping on a glass of wine. She was short, maybe only an inch or two taller than my sister, with short curly brown hair and dimples in her cheeks when she smiled.
"There you are! I thought you got lost going to pick him up. I was going to have to drink all of the rest of the wine by myself."
My sister laughed and went to the table to pour herself a glass of wine. I slumped down on the couch across the room.
"I didn't know you were drinking tonight. Hell, I didn't know you even drank!"
"Yea, don't worry, I'm not that drunk yet. I had no problem driving you home, did I?"
"No, I guess not." I said back to her. "Still, how long have you been drinking now? You never drank when we lived at home."
"Haha don't look so surprised. I am 23 now. I guess I just started doing this recently. It's only a once-in-a-while thing though. Only for special occasions."
"Like when your best friend comes back to pay you a visit?" Jill chimed in.
"Yes, especially for reasons like that" With that, the two of them downed their glasses of wine and my sister got up to refill them. "You want a glass?" she asked me.
"I don't really drink wine, but why the hell not. It's not like I'm going anywhere for the night."
And so for the next two hours my sister, her friend Jill, and I had a few glasses of wine and talked about how the way things used to be in high school. Nothing out of the ordinary and nothing to lead me to believe that anything out of the ordinary would happen that night. And then all of that changed.
Somewhere around 1 in the morning my sister stood up and drunkenly announced that she needed to use the restroom. After she had stumbled out of the room, to the laughter of both Jill and I, Jill scampered over to the couch where I was sitting.
"Hey. Didn't you used to smoke pot in high school?" she asked.
I was taken a bit off guard by the question, so I didn't answer right away. After a few seconds of thinking, I nodded in the affirmative.
"I thought so. Do you still smoke? I really feel like smoking. It's something I just started doing and it's really a lot of fun. Even more when I'm drunk."
Now I was only thinking about my current situation and not remembering exactly where i was. I had wanted to have a chance with Jill for years and completely forgot that we were at my sisters apartment. She probably wouldn't want me to take advantage of her hospitality by fucking her best friend. And she definitely wouldn't approve of us smoking a joint in her apartment before hand.
Without taking all of these things into consideration I just reacted to the beautiful drunk girl who was now sitting next to me. "Yea I have some. It's in my backpack on the floor next to you."
She reached for the bag and placed it on her lap. As she unzipped it I suddenly remembered one other thing that had slipped my mind, the 10 hits of ecstasy in the bag next to the pot. She reached her hand in before I could do anything to stop her and pulled out the bag of pills.
"What are these?" she asked.
"Umm, that's ecstasy." I informed her. "Have you ever done it?"
"No, but I know some friends who have. They all say it's a lot of fun. And that it makes you very horny." Being drunk on wine, she laughed a little at the last part.
"Yea, that's pretty much it. It makes you really enjoy a lot of things, to put it simply."
"Can I have one?"
"If you want, sure. I think I'll do one with you. I wouldn't want you rolling for the first time all by yourself." I gave her a quick wink and grabbed the bag from her hand and opened it.
I was so busy talking to Jill and thinking about what might happen from this point on that I hadn't noticed my sister had come back into the living room. Just as my hand left the plastic baggie with the two pills in my hand I saw her stumble over towards us from out of the corner of my eye.
"Hey, what are these? Breath mints? I could probably use one after drinking all of that wine." Before either me or Jill could tell her they weren't mints she had already snatched the two pills from my hand and tossed them back. Ironically, chasing her "breath mints" with another gulp of wine.
"Those weren't breath mints," I said, shocked at what I had just witnessed. "Don't freak out, but you just ate two hits of ecstasy. Two really strong hits of ecstasy."
"Ecstasy?! Why do you have ecstasy?"
"I had it with me when my car broke down and Jill and I were actually about to take those two. Before you did, that is. Don't worry about it though, you'll be ok. I've done this before and you're with good people, so you'll be just fine." With that, I turned my attention back to Jill, who was still amazed at what had just happened. "So, you still want to do this?" She nodded. "Well ok then. Since she took two, I think we should probably do the same. Just to keep up."
She laughed and I dipped my hand bag into the baggie, this time producing 4 pills. She took her two, and I mine, and we threw our heads back and let the drugs pass down our throats. After that I got the bag of pot from my backpack and a book of rolling papers.
"No smoking pot in my apartment," my sister exclaimed. "I don't smoke pot."
"You didn't do ecstasy either until a minute ago. Chill out. Tonight is a night of trying new things," I quipped back at her. She sat back down and I rolled the joint.
As soon as I threw the roach in the garbage I looked around the apartment. Both of the girls were sprawled out on a couch. My sister still across the room, and Jill on the same couch as me with her feet across my lap. Jill's head was writhing back and fourth on the plush cushion of the couch and she let out a weak sigh.
"Oh wow. I think I feel something," she let out in almost a whisper. "This feels really good. Her entire body was wriggling on the couch now with her legs moving slowly back and forth across my thighs. She was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants that were sliding up her legs as she moved them up and down.
"I told you. Everything feels good." As I said that, I smiled. The drug was starting to take its effect on me too and I let my head go back and my eyes roll backwards as the sudden rush of warmth and pleasure rolled over my body. When I lifted my head back up I saw that Jill was no longer moving her legs across my lap, but instead had removed her socks and was running her feet over the carpet.
"This is fucking amazing! Everything makes me feel amazing!"
"Here, let me try something," I said. With that I jumped behind her and began giving her a shoulder massage. I could feel her bra through her T-shirt and I got an idea. So many things were happening tonight that I would never have expected. I was going to see just how far I could push this.
As I ran my hands back over her shoulders, I made sure to stop on the straps of her bra. "Isn't this a little tight on you? The idea right now is to be as comfortable as possible, trust me. I think you'd feel much better if you took the bra off and just relaxed a little bit. You're already in sweats, so you have the right idea there."
She turned her head and gave me a sly look, but she stuck her arms under her shirt and unclasped her bra, removing it through the bottom of her shirt. Almost immediately she turned back to look at me. "Well damn if you weren't right. It does feel better."
"I don't know why I didn't think of that." It was my sister, who had finally stopped grinding herself into her couch cushions. These closthes are tight as hell on me. I thought it was just the drugs. I'm gonna go get changed." She started for her bedroom and my focus came back to Jill and her shoulders.
My sister hadn't been out of the room for a second when I slid my hand under the back of her shirt. Stilling feigning interest in her back, I slowly made my way towards her breasts. As my hands ran over her hips and to her lower stomach she began to grind her ass into the couch in between my legs. I took this as a go ahead to move up to her breasts. Jill had very large breasts and my right hand found one and squeezed gently. she let out a low moan and my left hand joined suit.
I grabbed on a little harder and began to pinch her nipples, which were now completely hard from the arousal we were both feeling. Rolling her nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers, I sat myself further up on the couch so her ass was directly on top of my swelling penis. I slowly started to kiss her on the neck and behind her ears, and she responded by grinding herself on me.
"Fuck! I feel so much better now." It was my sister, reemerging from her room. She had taken the dressing comfortably advice to heart as she was only visibly wearing an over sized T-shirt. "What are you two doing?"
Jill spoke up before I could. "I can't help it. Your brother was giving me a massage and I just wanted him to continue. Before I knew it we were almost fucking. Aren't you feeling this? I'm so fucking horny!"
"Yea Jill, I feel it too," my sister said back with a smile. "I was playing with myself a little bit when I was getting changed. It felt so much better than it normally does. Don't let me stop you two though. If you want to fuck my brother, I'll just get back to what I was doing. Don't worry about it."
I couldn't believe anything that I just heard but I wasn't about to turn down this invitation so I got back to exploring Jill's tits with my fingers. My hands were moving faster now and not wanting to waste any time, I started making my way down towards her panties. As my hands were moving down to her pants, she took this time to remove her shirt up over her head. As her shirt came off I could see past her naked back to the curves of her large breasts. And past that, to see my sister sitting down on the couch across the room.
My hand slid below Jill's sweatpants and below her panties and started to slide down her shaved sex. As my fingers reached the smooth top of her hole my eyes couldn't stop staring at my sister. She was on the couch with her legs up and spread to reveal a pink thong in between her legs. The T-shirt was hiked up under her ass revealing her lower stomach stopping a few inches below her tits. Her hand moved to the pink thong and slid it aside.
Everyone in the room was turned on by this action. Jill slid even closer to me and I was now fully erect inside my jeans. With Jill grinding on me my hand probed down a little farther and I slid one finger inside of her. She was already wet and when I stuck my finger inside of her she shuddered. I slid my finger out and slid it back in, this time as far as I could. Jill reached her hands back and undid the zipper on my jeans and released my fully hard cock and began to stroke it slowly.
Both of us were fixed on my sister. Her pussy was fully exposed from across the room. Shaved with thick, soft looking outer lips. It was pink and shining from across the room as her juices were flowing from her and down her ass onto the couch.
I was now rubbing Jill's clit and she was crying out in pleasure. She took her hand off of my cock and began to lose control as her first orgasm hit her. Her massive tits bouncing up and down she shook violently and let out a cry of pleasure before falling to the side of me, panting.
As she lay there next to me, with her ass in the air, I reached over and slid her sweatpants and panties down to reveal her ass and her shaved cunt from behind. My sister was watching all of this and still masturbating. The thong was completely off and on the floor at her feet.
"Do you like this?" I asked. "Do you like seeing Jill's sexy pussy like this right after I made her cum?"
"Yes! God yes!"
"Do you want to see me spread her lips?"
"Oh fuck! Yes!"
Not to leave my sister feeling denied, I placed one hand on either one of Jill's ass cheeks and spread her wide open. Her pussy was sopping wet and spread open beautifully. My sister let out a loud moan and I could see her legs kick as she came. I motioned for her to come over by me.
She stood up and walked over and I told her to kneel down on the floor behind her friend's ass. She smiled hungrily and I could tell that, at least now, she was very excited to be taking commands. She knelt down and began to eat Jill out from behind. Only stopping when I pulled her shirt up over her head.
My sister was now completely naked, eating out her best friend, and rolling on ecstasy. I couldn't have been more turned on. I knelt down next to her and began to massage her breasts. Her skin was so soft and her breasts were so firm. I couldn't get enough and I leaned in closer and put her left breast into my mouth and began to suck on it. My tongue rolled around her nipple as I gently bit down on her breast.
"I want you to fuck me."
I couldn't believe what I had heard. Did my sister just say she wanted to fuck me? I was rolling and horny so I didn't really want to give it a second thought. I quickly jumped behind her and pushed her head forward.
Now Jill was starting to get back into the act and had rolled onto her back and began to slide her remaining clothes down past her legs. Her legs fully spread and I shoved my sisters head into her pussy and watched for a second as her tongue explored Jill's wet cunt. She licked the outer lips slowly and then stuck her tongue deep inside and moved it all around on the inside. It was driving Jill fucking crazy and i could see she was working towards a second, massive orgasm.
I was so fucking turned on by this I couldn't wait any longer. I shoved my cock inside my sister. She was already soaking wet so I didn't take the time to ease my way in. I thrust in as deep and as hard as I could, pulled all the way out and then dove back in, over and over. My hand reached back around and cupped my sisters small breasts as they swung beneath her on all fours. I was pounding my sister from behind, and her face was buried into Jill's cunt, muffling her sighs and moans of pleasure.
Jill's hands began to rub her tits paying extra attention to her nipples. "Holy shit! I'm gonna come!" Jill's second orgasm hit with a rush that sent a shudder straight through my sister and into me. My sister pulled her head out of Jill's pussy and let out a scream. I could see Jill's juices all of her mouth and chin. I couldn't contain myself. I shot off my load right inside my sisters throbbing cunt.
I fell to the ground, panting, and rolled onto my back. My sister slumped back with her head resting on my thighs. "Oh my god. That was incredible. Does that always happen when you take ecstasy?" she asked me.
"No, not always. I wish it did though. I certainly wasn't expecting that. Or for it to be so good."
My sister laughed. "You weren't half bad yourself," she teased, toying with my now limp cock. "What is this?"
"What do you mean? What is what?"
"This slimy stuff on your dick. What is it?"
"I just fucked you without a condom. That's your cum." I stated. "Have you ever tasted yourself?"
She took the invitation willingly and licked the length of my shaft. "Mmmmm. I taste good." she said.
"Let me try." Jill popped back up and slid down on the floor next to my sister. She took my whole dick into her mouth and I began to harden right away. She wasn't expecting this and i heard her gag on the tip of my penis as it hit the back of her throat. She pulled it out of her mouth, smiled at me, and put it back in letting her tongue work around the head.
Feeling left out, my sister took my pants and boxer shorts off of my legs and focused her attention on my now exposed balls. She gently placed them into her mouth and started lightly sucking on them as Jill ran her lips up and down the length of my cock. My head rolled back to the floor as the feeling of the drugs I was on, and the thought of my sister and her friend with their mouths on me, completely took over.
Jill took my cock from her mouth with a big slurping sound and began to whisper into my sisters ear. My sister stood up and Jill straddled over me. My sister was making her way over to my head as Jill lowered herself down onto my cock. She began bouncing up and down on top of me, her tits bouncing up and down with her. I reached out to grab them but my hands were stopped. I looked straight up to see my naked sister standing over me with one foot by either one of my ears.
She stood there for a moment and I had a perfect view of her pussy. It was still dripping from before and her lips were slightly parted. She lowered herself down to lightly straddle my head, facing Jill. Her lips were on top of my mouth. They were so thick and soft and I began to lick her pussy lips slowly before I parted them with my tongue. I could feel her warmth on my face and I could hear her moan slightly as she shifted herself. Her clit was now right on top of my tongue. I licked it, slowly at first, then getting faster and faster. Jill had slowed down the pace and began grinding front to back, side to side.
My sister slid forward and my tongue was now directly beneath her asshole. I kissed it gently then began to lick the outside of her asshole while moving my hand under her leg to rub on her clit again. My other hand reached down to find Jill still riding my cock, and began to use my thumb to rub her clit as well. The two of them let out simultaneous gasps and began to kiss each other.
My tongue moved back and forth between her asshole
and cunt, and my sister began moaning louder and louder. Sensing the end, Jill began to quicken the pace too. My sister arched her back and threw her arms down grabbing my sides. Her pussy juices came
out with such ferocity I almost choked. She picked herself up off of my face and her hips started to spasm. She squirted everywhere. As my sister let out an incredible, long moan, she continued squirting, her cum soaking my face.
"Oh God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jill was screaming as she rode faster and faster on my cock. She had one hand thrown behind her head and the other was rubbing my sisters tits as she continued to shiver
on the floor next to me now.
My cock exploded inside of her and she moaned as her pussy tightened around me. I gave one final thrust inside of her as deep as I could go and fell back to the floor. Jill collapsed on top of me. I was still inside of her and I could feel her tits on my chest as she was attempting to catch her breath. I looked to my left and saw my sister lying spread eagle on the floor next to me. She was still dripping wet.
"So girls. What do you think of ecstasy?" I had a giant grin on my face as I looked from one to the other.
My sister looked over and laughed. "Holy shit! It's fucking incredible!"
"I know," I confirmed.
Jill picked herself up off of my chest. "I have never cum like that in my life."
I laughed as I wiped my sisters cum off of the top of my face and eyes. "I think my sister could say the same. That was incredible. You were incredible."
I looked back over to my sister and winked. I rubbed her pussy lips gently with the back of my hand and she shivered again. "Oh god," she moaned.
I think I'm still fucked up off of the ecstasy. Is
that possible?"
I laughed. "Oh yea, we aren't done yet. This shit will last for another few hours."
We all smiled and fell back to the floor.
To be continued... | literotica |
Title: Don't Try Suicide Ch. 06-08
Tags: spanking, revenge, bdsm
Chapter 6
After their evening meal, while they were sat out in the dying rays of the sun. Bev confessed that she felt guilty about all the aggravation she had caused, even though it was completely illogical.
"How could you have prevented it?" was the obvious argument.
But she still reported feeling guilty and would feel much better if they both gave her a sound spanking as soon as possible.
"How soundly spanked do you need?" asked Sid, he was quite concerned that Bev didn't know when to stop.
"Harder than last time, really make me cry this time please." she begged, "I know I'm incorrigible, but now I know you want to spank me it's like I'm trying to make up for lost time."
"That's OK" said Debs "I'll spank you every day if you want, if Sid takes you below and gets you well warmed up, I'll be in shortly and make you cry."
Debs turned to Sid "She needs this Sid and I need it, I try to rationalize it but hurting people turns me on."
"How much do you want to hurt me," asked Bev huskily, pushing a hand between her legs.
"I want to hurt you a lot, I want to make you scream," Debs replied honestly in a barely audible whisper.
"Do it then, take me in the sex toy room and make me scream," Bev whispered
"Are you sure?" Asked Sid.
"And lock the door," added Bev, "just you Debs, I don't trust Sid to hurt me enough."
"You are a very kinky girl," purred Debs rising from her chair and leading Bev below decks, "You stay here Sid, Bev needs my special skills."
"Actually Sid come and watch," called Debs from outside the sex toy cabin, "you need to learn what Bev needs."
As Sid entered the cabin, Debs and Bev were sat on the bed, Bev was nuzzled into Debs chest having her hair stroked. She was a bit scared now, but Sid had learnt that Bev was very brave and wouldn't back out.
"Lock the door Sid," Debs instructed, against what Sid wondered, but nodded and obeyed.
Sid crossed the smaller cabin with its central bed and sat in the arm chair. He was wearing baggy Bermuda shorts that were beginning to tent. The atmosphere in the small cabin felt charged with expectation.
Debs always made an effort to try new ideas, she sat on the bed and positioned Bev with her legs wide open around her waist facing down between her own legs. Bev's body from her tits up was hanging off the bed.
Debs stared down at a beautifully presented bottom. She could see her wide open pussy and arse hole, her hour glass waist and back disappearing off the bed and her slightly chubby but smooth legs to her sides.
Debs began by running her nails across her skin, and as they drew towards Bev's pussy she spanked her glistening mound hard enough for Bev to draw breath.
The wooden hair brushes were all she intended to use today, but that would come later. Bev was really going to enjoy this spanking, almost as much as Debs. She suspected that Sid would enjoy the show as well.
Debs stroked the bristles of the hair brush over Bev's bottom, abrading the skin, making it smooth and sensitive. More vigorous strokes were used to bring a pink blush to the tops of her thighs and sides of her buttocks.
Bev had never had her pussy spanked until that evening.
By the end Beverly was screaming, tears running freely and still she would not admit she was a pain slut.
"You are such a pain slut," spoke Sid for the first time "that your name is cited in the English Oxford Dictionary's definition." He'd been thinking about that for a while.
That caused a bit of a giggle from everyone and Debs drew the spanking to a close. "I didn't break you with the hair brush," said Debs proudly.
Chapter 7.
It was very dark when the threesome emerged from the cabin, they first went to get some clothing against the chill of the night then stopped by the galley for a bottle of wine and some snacks to take to the aft deck.
Sid was telling a joke about a young man telling his dad that he wanted to get married.
"Say you're sorry," he intoned taking dads part.
"Why, I haven't done anything wrong," he replied to himself.
"Say you're sorry," insisted dad again in a deeper voice.
"What for?" replied the son in Sid's perplexed impersonation.
"Say you're sorry," dad's deeper voice said yet again.
They were nearly on deck now and Bev and Debs were both fascinated where this was going.
"OK, I'm Sorry," said Sid now sounding annoyed.
The smiling threesome then in unison stopped dead as a heavily accented Jamaican voice finished the joke from the aft deck.
"Your training is now over son, you're ready to get married."
Sid emerged onto the aft deck cautiously and switched the light on. Bev and Debs stood wearily behind him.
Dr. Fulton Wilson sat in a reclining chair, with a number of folders on his lap. "Hi guys, aren't you going to offer your guest a drink?"
"How long have you been there?" Demanded Debs.
"I'm not a pain slut. Admit it, you're a dirty pain slut, I'm not, just fucking spank me," his sing-song impersonation resonated with Sid's joke, before laughing out loud.
"It's really none of my business, you're not doing anything wrong as far as I can see, it's just different," He explained. "I found it quite arousing in fact, but that's not why I'm here."
Bev accepted Fulton's explanation and asked with reddened cheeks if wine would be OK. He accepted and she went to get another glass.
They were soon sat round the galley table and Fulton's easy manner eased them back into their normal relaxed state.
They discussed wines and the best fresh fruits available on Jamaica before Fulton turned the discussion rather unexpectedly to one of his Favorite TV detectives, Columbo.
Sid enthused about Columbo, he had the box set and regularly used to post on a Columbo fan blog.
"I know you did," said Fulton, opening the first file.
The relaxed atmosphere evaporated in that instance.
"You know Columbo would have hated face book," continued Fulton, "It takes all the leg work and deduction out of an investigation."
Debs in a low voice, close to a whisper asked, "why have you been snooping on Sid?"
"Come on Deborah Louise Munton, 28, from Bath, why would I not be interested in a man who won thirty two million pounds sterling, four months ago."
Fulton allowed the silence to continue for a while, before carrying on.
"Face book gives you an incredible door into another persons life. I know you won the Lottery Sid, I know that you gave a considerable amount away to family and friends and I know the comments they posted about you are not nice."
"What is it you want," said Sid trembling.
Fulton smiled almost kindly, "please let me finish, I'll be about 5 minutes then you can talk about it."
"Sid the reason I'm sat here is because of your last post, your plan to run away to sea and spend some time trying to find something worth while to do."
"If I was going to blackmail you I would not have brought these genuine documents, they're not forged, they're all registered with the correct authorities."
"Here's your passport, driving license, national identity card, work permit and birth certificate." he said, passing the folder to Bev.
"My dad's one of the governors, and in return for Jamaican nationality we want you to help fund and run the largest free clinic in Montego Bay.
Bev erupted, "he's got to be kidding," she almost laughed, "how could we do that?"
Deb's was much cooler, "he's not kidding, he's done his research, Sid worked as Chief Medical Administrator at Bath General City Hospital. I was a Senior Nursing Officer."
Bev said weakly, "I'm trained in child care NVQ 1."
"The clinic is a charity so you can raise money anywhere you choose."
"This is the last chance this clinic has, without you guys dropping out of heaven, the clinic will have to close within weeks," stressed Fulton, "my dad as Governor has been trying desperately to save it for the last twelve months, but there just isn't the money."
"There's no point in me forcing you, you won't be committed. The clinic has serious issues with management." He dried up, obviously, this meant a lot to Fulton, "The rest is in the files".
"I'll leave you to talk about it, but just think, what you going to do with thirty million pounds that you can't do with five million?" he said emotionally as he stepped onto his motor launch.
They took the files down to the Mistress Suite, and started pulling documents out of the folders, Sid and Debs were amazing as a team and soon started listing what was required to bring the clinic up to a basic standard. Costs were estimated and Bev fell asleep on the bottom of the bed.
When she awoke and started to stir she was sharply told not to move, they had covered her in bits of paper over night as Sid and Debs had burned the midnight oil. As she was uncovered and papers were filed in new piles, Bev went to the galley to put the kettle on, before going for a piss.
There was a card stapled to the front of the first folder with Fulton's details on. And this was all that Sid brought to the breakfast table where Bev had laid out their meal of fresh yogurt, fruit and nuts. Fresh coffee was in the pot.
Bev had decided that she would do whatever Sid and Bev wanted, she had become their willing slave in every way conceivable, she was even excited about beginning a new life, especially if there was financial security and a sense of value and purpose beyond making money.
Sid snapped the card down on the table and said grandly, "we've decided Bev".
Chapter 9.
Ten years later.
Anthony was sat quietly on his own in his dirty flat, thinking of another Saturday night out at the local pub where he would get pissed and hopefully bring Sharon or one of her loud mouthed mates home for a quick fumble and then a quick shag in the morning if his hangover hard on didn't fail him.
The rash on his cock itched, he thrust his dirty fingers down his trousers to scratch it. His fingers smelled of fishy cheese when he sniffed them. He would have to get the landlord to fix the shower.
An older and less annoyed Russell Howard was bringing his 'Good News' show to a conclusion on the telly.
"And finally this week 'It's not all doom and gloom', comes from Jamaica."
An older but, still easy going and happy looking Fulton narrated a story of a clinic that had served the people of Montego Bay for sixty years.
The camera showed old footage of a gloomy but functioning clinic, children, mothers and the old lay in basic wards with volunteers. A few medical staff were overwhelmed by a flu virus.
The narrator went on to tell how even this basic facility for the poor of Jamaica was threatened with imminent closure in 2015.
The music brightens and the narrator then describes how it was saved by three individuals who had no connection or interest in the clinic but ploughed millions of dollars of their own money and ten years of their lives into not only saving the clinic, but bringing it up to standards never seen before in free health care in Jamaica. An act of pure altruism.
The picture pans to the wards of the clinic today. Happy well staffed bright wards. Well managed volunteers in clean uniforms and up to date equipment.
A local resident from a rural background tells how the clinic was and how much better it is now. How thankful they are that the sick can be treated.
The three philanthropists are introduced to the camera. Anthony freezes when Beverly Wilson is introduced.
"fucking hell, she's dead," he murmurs, "she's alive?"
Beverley Wilson looked almost exactly the same as she did 10 years previously. A bit thinner, her skin well tanned, she looked incredibly happy and content and confident. Her last name was different as well, but that's to be expected.
Her voice had picked up a slight Jamaican accent when she spoke. "The drive to make a success of this clinic has come from my friends Debs and Sid and from my husband Fulton. I have been involved in bringing in the thousands of volunteers who have helped us over the years. Those thousands of volunteers and fund raisers are the ones who have made the clinic what it is today. This clinic belongs to Jamaica because of their relentless efforts and I hope it serves the community for many, many generations."
The assembled volunteers and community cheered and danced. The camera showed Fulton crying, hugging his wife with dinner plate sized hands.
Anthony grabbed the remote and paused the action. He missed Russell Howard's brief conclusion that this indeed was the best use of a lottery win he had ever heard of.
Anthony's parting gift to Beverley was to tell all her friends that she liked to be spanked, it had destroyed her.
If success is the best form of revenge, Anthony's day had come. | literotica |
Title: Sylvester's Cave of Tentacles Part 1-teaser by GreyWolf19
Tags: Balls, Bondage, Cat, Cum, Male, Plant, Sex, Sylvester, Tentacles, Yiff, toon
Sylvester the cat awoke, for the third time now, in the grasp of hundreds of unseen limbs...of his new, always pleasurable master...suspended high in the air above a tranquil pool of water, deep in the bowels of the cave which had become his new home. Immediately he noticed that, for the first time in what felt like days, he could see light. He blinked, surprised. A long ray of light extended from a gaping hole in the cavernous chamber's ceiling, bathing Sylvester in the warm glow that only sunlight could provide. His eyes followed it almost all the way down to the water below, where, gradually, it dissipated. There he also spotted a couple of large, smashed rocks, which he guessed had once plugged the hole which light was now pouring through. The cave, apparently, was bigger than the cat had previously thought. He was being held at the center of the chamber, but the light only slightly illuminated anything beyond himself. He could vaguely see the outline of the cavern walls, but nothing more. Still, *some* light was better than\_no\_light. Sylvester certainly wasn't complaining. He raised a paw, accompanied by of one of the multliple tentacles coiled around his arm, to his mouth as he let out a long, sleepy yawn. He was thankful that the tentacles allowed him to move about freely, when he wasn't being screwed silly by them. He took advantage of this by stretching his back, like he normally would from a cat nap. The difference being of course that he was lying on a net of tentacles instead of a bed at home. Not that they were any less comfortable than his old bed. In fact, they seemed to support his weight perfectly, allowing him to shift in any position he wanted to, or having them move him around so as to make him as comfortable as possible. The moment he would start to get uncomfortable, his body would be guided to the most relaxing position possible. Not to mention the fact that they gave absolutely amazing massages, usually before or after their "playtime". It was almost as if they could read his mind, with how well they manipulated his body. Sylvester wouldn't be too surprised if that was the case. And speaking of reading his mind...
Sylvester felt his slithering companions shake and vibrate as he stretched and yawned, as if they too were waking up. His tail twitched with anticipation, though it too was being held by a tentacle. He knew what would be coming next...
Sure enough, the tentacles started to shift around, caressing first his legs, then working their way up past his groin, and to his chest. New ones rose up from the pool below, dripping wet with a mix of water, and they're own special slime. Sylvester's tentacle massage was about to begin. And, Sylvester thought with a smile and a swish of his tail, now being restricted entirely by the tentacles, after this comes the fun part. He was placed in his usual position: lying "face down", his arms and legs spread outward, each accompanied by a series of coiling, caressing tentacles. Two more sets of thick tentacles were wrapped around his upper body. One, just above his groin. The second, around his chest. Each adding their own individual touch to the relaxing and...arousing massage his body was receiving. Another tentacle began to coil around his neck, tilting his head upwards slightly. Eager, he opened his mouth wide. He knew what to expect. The first time he had experienced it, he had resisted. Now, with mouth open, drooling, he let a thick, oozing tentacle slide into his maw, and rest gently onto his tongue, which was already licking up and down the foreign appendage. He had gotten used to the taste of the slime. At first, he found it rather hard to swallow. But after probably drinking a few gallons of the stuff over time, he found that it wasn't all that bad. By now he could even detect a somewhat pleasant aftertaste in it. With the cat's mouth taken care of, the tentacles began working other areas of their pet's body. A few of them started rubbing dangerously close to Sylvester's cock, which had already grown half-hard. They danced sensuously up and down his inner thighs and groin, making him utter a soft, muffled moan. Another, slick with slime, began poking at his tail-hole. This was something that he had also resisted the first time, but now he relaxed his muscles, with help from the tentacles, and soon felt the familiar sensation of getting penetrated and filled, making his cock twitch with excitement, and grow harder. Sylvester let out a soft grunt that sounded almost plaintive, yet it wasn't escape that he was pining for, but for the tentacles to proceed, and play with other certain parts of him which were just begging to be touched. Of course, it would be a little while before he was granted such. His body would be rubbed and fucked till he would be humping the air out of the need to cum. Only then would be given what he desired. The whole experience was maddeningly pleasurable. Certainly, the tentacles were good at what they did.
Minutes passed by as Sylvester grew hornier and hornier in the tentacles' grasp. He was now completely filled by the tentacle in his ass, and he knew that soon it would start to fuck him. Slowly at first, then ridiculously fast, like a piston. His eyes rolled from the growing pleasure, and his cock, now rock hard, began to leak pre. This was usually the part when- Again, as if reading his mind, the tentacles took their seductive massage up a notch. Stealthily sliding up his legs, a tentacle coiled around his balls, gripping them firmly, but not painfully. "Mmmfghh...", groaned Sylvester. He had gone through this whole sexual ritual a number of times already, but somehow it never got old. He never seemed to grow tired of the way the tentacles fucked him just how he liked it...how they tugged on his balls playfully...how they all massaged him in perfect unison, never letting up once. It was pure bliss...and he got to enjoy it daily. He gave his seed to the tentacles, assuming that's what they were feeding off of, or else just being their sex toy, and he got to experience the best sex of his life on a regular basis. Compared to just lounging about at home, napping all the time, he enjoyed being a sexual food source to this erotic creature much more. He moaned once more, even louder, as his balls were tugged ever so skillfully. He couldn't be happier.
Suddenly, he felt himself being lifted backwards. Still licking the tentacle in his mouth, Sylvester had a surprised expression about his face. His body, tentacles and all, was being moved into a reclined position, facing the ceiling now, but remaining upright, as if relaxing on a chair. What's more, his arms were placed by his sides, and were kept there by more tentacles now wrapping around both his arms and his chest. His legs meanwhile were still spread open, allowing for easy access. Everything felt just as pleasurable as before, and it was nice to be in a different position than the other times, but....it was strange. He was always kept face down when getting yiffed, so his cum could more efficiently reach the pool below him. Like this, when he orgasmed, some of his cum would probably end up on him, a waste. It was certainly a curious change of events...something that he would keep his eyes on. Nonetheless, it was also something that he had no control over. All he could do was wait, which, actually, wasn't all that difficult, since it still involved getting fucked and massaged. Sylvester leaned back in his net of tentacles, toes curling from the pleasurable onslaught. Every now and then he would let out a muffled mewl, like that of a kitten. He couldn't help it one bit, though. With the tentacles induging his every desire, his body practically demanded a moan or two...or five. When the tentacles started to double their efforts, Sylvester figured that there wasn't any special reason he was in this new position after all. The tentacles were beginning to get serious in their yiffing. He knew that it wouldn't be all that long now before they started going into overdrive, and then....Sylvester eye's shone with a wanting lust. He knew what would come after that.
Then, like a distant echo, Sylvester heard something. He recognized it instantly...even from way down here. The "echo" he heard was a cry for help, plaintive and panicked. Someone else has found his cave of tentacles, it seems. | FSE |
Title: Pushing Forward, New Clues by Keith Redfield
Tags: Action, Character Development, Doberman, Friendship, German Shepherd, Golden Retriever, Husky, Plot Development, Road Rovers
"All right you guys ready?" Keith asked, leaning against the wooden gate.
"Yeah," the rest of the Rovers whispered.
Keith and Hunter opened the large gate and everyone stepped in with their guns ready.
"Is this.....a tribal village?" Exile asked curiously.
The area inside the wall consisted of wooden huts made out bamboo and various types of trees, exactly what you might see in a tribal village. Some were high off the ground on pillars, while some were on the ground. There were two branching paths separated by plants leading into the central area where a fire was burning, but the village seemed vacant and still.
"It's too quiet, yet another trap....." Blitz sighed.
"Shh. Split up and take the separate paths, watch for anything suspicious." Keith ordered.
Blitz and Exile took the left path, Hunter and Keith the right one.
Crunch...Crunch.....
Hunter stopped in his tracks and said "We're not alone....."
The others stopped and listened, and sure enough they heard the same sounds.
"Where is it coming from?" Exile radioed.
"Over the wall, everyone get to the central area!" Keith barked.
The dogs ran down the paths to where the fire was, and then they heard Indian calls. Suddenly several dark gray dogs in grass skirts lept over the wall with spears and began laughing maniacally at their intruders. The Rovers raised their weapons in preparation for the onslaught, and then the fight began. Two of the tribal dogs ran at the group at top speed a]in attempt to spear the rovers, but were brought down by perfect head shots by Blitz and Exile.
"Heh....these guys are...." Exile began.
"WATCH OUT!" Blitz proclaimed, tackling Exile to the ground.
A few feet away one of the tribal dogs had leapt in the air and attempted to spear Exile from above, causing dust to fly everywhere in the process.
"Thanks comrade! I would have been shish kabob!" Exile laughed, getting up.
"No time for that! Let's move!" Blitz replied, pulling Exile backwards.
"Guys follow me!" Keith shouted "We're going to get surrounded!"
Keith led the rovers to an open gate that revealed a bride to what seemed like tall, windy bamboo building.
"Come on guys! Almost! SHIT!" Keith shouted, jumping backwards.
Suddenly the gate was sealed shut with spikes zooming up from the ground and the Rovers were trapped. They turned around in desperation only to find a huge group of tribal dogs pouring into the area and howling in blood lust. Keith looked around the area for a possible source of refuge/advantage point and he saw to the right what seemed to be a wide-plat formed watch tower a few yards down a circular path.
"Exile and Blitz, get to the top of that tower and provide some covering fire. Hunter and I will take the fight to the front lines." Keith explained, pointing to the destination.
"We also need to find the switch to open that gate. I don't want to stick around here for too long." Hunter added, pointing his handgun at the group.
"I bet it's in one of those buildings. Let's move!" Keith proclaimed.
Blitz and Exile ran along the path to the watch tower while Hunter and Keith began firing on the onslaught of dogs running towards them.
"Pyrkokinesis! Combustion!" Keith shouted, unleashing his powers so he could make a path through the dogs. The dogs fell into the piles of smoldering ash, and the two Rovers pushed into the giant mob.
"\*pant\* Come on Blitz! Almost there!" Exile urged, climbing the rickety wooden ladder to the top of the platform.
"I'm coming! WOAH!" Blitz screamed, holding onto the ladder for dear life. Three of the dogs below were shaking the ladder at an attempt to get the two Rovers to fall, however they were cut short by several machine gun blasts from Blitz.
"\*pant, wheez\*" Blitz breathed as he pulled himself onto the platform with Exile.
"You okay?" Exile asked.
"Yeah! Let's help out our buddies!" Blitz proclaimed, raising his machine gun. Exile and Blitz fired as fast as they could on the mob below, making sure not to hit Keith and Hunter in the process.
"\*pant, wheez\* Heh...heh..." Hunter panted as he fired his handgun and ran away from the crowd.
"These guys are tough!" Hunter shouted, switching to his shotgun. "Yeah! Quick check this building for a switch to the gate!" Keith replied, pointing to the large wooden Hut behind them. The two dogs ran inside only to be trapped with two wooden spikes sealing the entrance.
"NO!" Hunter proclaimed. Hunter and Keith looked around and saw three of the grass skirt clad dogs waving torches on the platform above.
"Comrades!? What's happening?!" Exile radioed.
"Were trapped! They're going to burn the place down with us inside it!" Keith radioed, targeting the middle dog.
"Were coming!" Blitz replied.
"No! Stay where you are and pick off the enemies outside. We need avoid all of us getting trapped." Keith barked into the mic, facing off with torch wielding dogs.
"But...!" Exile argued.
"Do as you're told!" Keith said, firing a torch out of one of the dog's hands, causing it to go out on the ground.
"Ok! We'll support you the best we can." Blitz said.
"What do we do Keith? There's no way out!" Hunter commented, attempting to stop one of the dogs from tossing his torch. Keith looked around and saw a switch on the second level.
"Hunter freeze these guys! I'll go for the switch on the second floor." Keith replied.
"Right! Deep Freeze!" Hunter shouted, waving his right paw.
The dogs were consumed in small pillars of ice and were made immobile. Hunter then proceeded to roundhouse kick the dogs, casing them to shatter into brilliant pieces. Keith climbed the ladder in the middle of the room to the second level and threw the switch, causing the spikes to disappear but more dogs rushing in. A few were picked off by covering fire from Exile and Blitz, causing blood to splatter all over the place. Keith jumped off the platform and began knifing and pushing through the crowd on the floor to get back outside, Hunter doing the same.
"Ha! Ya! Take that!" Keith proclaimed, slashing wildly through the tribal dogs.
Hunter and Keith eventually made it outside and were instantly surrounded again.
"Damn! There's no way out! What the?!" Hunter proclaimed. Suddenly two giant dogs with tribal masks leapt from the crowd in front of the Rovers, their huge, bloody spears gleaming in the sunlight. Hunter and Keith raised their weapons, then fired. Their shots hit, but bounced off the huge, metal masks protecting the dogs. The two dogs laughed menacingly and rushed forward, missing Hunter but impaling Keith.
"AUGH! HELP!" Keith cried out in intense pain. The dog impaling Keith lifted him into the art triumphantly and laughed, then threw him onto the ground.
"KEITH!" all the Rovers shouted.
"Hold on buddy! Exile! Blitz! Get rid of some of the crowd!" Hunter shouted.
"Right!" Blitz replied. "Ice Needles!" Hunter shouted, casting his icy fury on the giant dogs.
The dogs were knocked backwards as they were impaled by the ice bullets, giving Hunter the opportunity to move to Keith. Keith was coughing and hacking like crazy, blood pouring out from the center of his torso. Keith could make out shadowy figures in red dancing around him, but that's all he could make out.
SO MUCH PAIN! CAN"T MOVE! Keith thought.
"I'm coming!" Hunter shouted to Keith. Hunter pushed through the crowd the best he could, receiving help from Exile and Blitz.
Almost there!
"Healing!" Hunter shouted, waving his hand. Keith was suddenly given renewed energy to fight and stood up, his wound gone.
"Thanks Hunt. Let's finish these guys together!" Keith proclaimed.
"Inferno!"
"Extinction!"
A glorious display of fire and purple cell particles began consuming the dogs in the area, causing a brilliant flash of white. The aftermath was no more dogs and two tired Rovers.
"\*pant\* Man that was close!" Hunter breathed.
"Yeah......and look the gate's down!" Keith added, pointing while hunched over.
Exile and Blitz were watching in sheer awe at their fellow teammates powers.
Exile said "They're quite powerful aren't they?"
"Yeah. Whatever Shepherd was working on, he succeeded in these two." Blitz replied, shouldering his machine gun.
"I hate asking this, but can they be trusted?" Exile asked.
".......What makes you say such a thing?" Blitz questioned.
".......Nothing. Forget I said it." Exile replied, dropping the subject.
"Exile...?" Blitz asked.
"There's no time. Let's go." Exile said, climbing down the ladder.
Blitz looked at Keith and Hunter, shaking his head.
Hmm....what if. No. He's wrong. It's nothing.
Blitz climbed down with Exile and met up with their teammates, obviously worn out.
"You guys okay?" Exile asked, putting his hand on Hunter's shoulder. "Yeah.....just a little worn out is all." Hunter replied with a weak smile.
"What about your wound Keith?" Blitz asked.
"I'm fine. All patched up thanks to Hunter here." Keith panted.
"Let's get going. I can smell the oil field, so that means were close to out destination." Keith finished. They proceeded to the gate that had been previously been sealed and walked slowly across the rickety wooden bridge leading to the windy bamboo building, making sure it wouldn't break underneath their weight.
"Easy guys....take it...." Keith urged
SNAP!
"RUN!"
The Rovers made a mad dash for the opening and dove in, barely missing a spike impaling death below.
"Damn....why do I always feel like I'm in a Indiana Jones movie?" Hunter joked, picking himself up.
The others just chuckled and looked around the room. The room they were in had an open window to the right revealing what seemed to be path to a makeshift wooden elevator leading upward.
"That's our way out, but how do we get there?" Blitz asked.
"Well we climb of course. There's a ramp leading upward to the second floor. Let's go." Keith replied, reloading his handgun. Everyone followed Keith to the ramp, but then something on a nearby table caught Hunter's eye.
What's that? A diary?
Hunter walked over to the bloodstained table where the diary was and surprisingly saw that it was in English.
September 2007 White man came to village to trade for supplies with Dog Humans. Seemed nice so we helped him out by giving him food and such. Next day he came back with "medicine" to help our sick people. He seem nice, maybe he'll make life better for us. Our people have gotten sicker and weaker over the past week. Some have already lost mind. I think I may be one of them. Dog's come....take people.....kill....itchy...tasty.....want to kill...... ..........\*blood streaks\*
KILL!
What the hell?! Hunter thought.
"Guys I found something!" Hunter shouted.
The others came back over and Exile asked "What?"
"Read this..." Hunter offered with a cringed look on his face.
The others began to read with wide eyes at the disturbing entry; Keith was the first to speak.
"Looks like Parvo is trying to achieve genocide of the hu man race. We were right."
"We have to stop him no matter what!" Exile said with anger.
"Has Parvo really gotten this powerful? How the hell did this get past our surveillance?" Blitz asked.
"I think Parvo might have some help on this one. From what you've told me, he's not all that calculating and clever, even with the groomer's help." Keith chimed in.
"From who? Tricell?" Hunter asked.
"Maybe, but we won't know until we get closer to our goal. We're wasting time, let's go." Keith replied, using a hand motion for "move out"
The Rover's nodded and crept up to the second floor, revealing a room with various tribal furniture and torches.
"Looks like the Chief's quarters, well was anyway....." Blitz commented.
To the right was an opening leading to the grassy path to the elevator. The started walking to the opening down the path, watching for anymore of the tribal dogs.
"It's strangely quiet, that's always the case. Not only are we stuck in Indiana Jones, were stuck in a monster movie." Exile laughed.
The others laughed at the husky's remark and eventually found their way to the elevator.
"For a tribal race, this is pretty advanced." Hunter commented while pulling the switch.
The elevator pulled upward pretty quickly despite its primitive design, giving the Rovers a great view of the swamp.
"Despite how much danger we've been through, we've seen some pretty sweet places." Hunter commented, putting his arm around Keith.
"Yeah, what's more I've been able to see them with you....." Keith replied, licking Hunter's hair tuft.
"Aww you're such a softie....." Hunter replied with a smile.
Hunter and Keith just leaned into each other. Blitz and Exile just smiled to each other and did the same, enjoying a brief respite with their respective partner. The elevator came to a stop and revealed an area between two gray rocky cliffs filled with leaves and various plants. The path seemed to continue on to where smoke was rising in the distance.
"Why would there be an oil field here?" Exile asked, stepping off the elevator.
"These people don't look like they've even stepped out of the primitive age."
"No clue, but if we continue on I'm sure we'll find out." Blitz commented.
The team pushed through the brush and various plants for about twenty yards, revealing what seemed to be a small campsite with square tents all over it. Kind of like a scientist's camp from a movie. They looked around and discovered what they were looking for....a Tricell logo on one of the tents.
"Looks like you were right Keith. By the looks of things though, there hasn't been anyone here for weeks!" Exile commented, kicking over a box near where the fire pit was.
"We won't find any clues here either. The tents are devoid of anything but tables and beds." Blitz commented, searching through the tents.
"Why would Tricell want to give Parvo such a dangerous weapon to begin with? I mean they wouldn't just destroy themselves with their own technology right?" Hunter asked.
"No, there's something else going on here. I don't know what, but I think we'll find out the deeper we go." Keith commented with his arms crossed.
"The oil field is just up ahead let's go!" The Rovers ran on ahead to find a huge oil mining facility with smoke rising in the air. There were huge red doors in the front leading inside and the Rover's took their positions to go in. Keith nodded and they all rushed in with their guns pointed and ready. The facility was just a bunch of metal platforms and pumps and machinery all winded together on different levels. It seemed rather empty though. All of the Rovers proceeded forward and dropped off the ledge into the lower level underneath all the platforms, only to be greeted by foreign voices again. Seven of the regular clothing clad dogs came out of the woodworks from a split in the path ahead, wielding wrenches and makeshift weapons.
BAM! BAM!
The Rovers opened fire and made head shots, taking down a few of the beasts. The remainder ran forward at the speed of light and attempted to tackle the Rovers, but were taken down quickly by their sharpshooting skills.
"Push through! Let's find a way out of here!" Keith ordered, signaling with his right hand.
"Which way?" Hunter asked.
"Left! GO!" Keith shouted.
They finished off the remaining dogs and took the left path and climbed the ladder to the top level, revealing a metal platform that lead across to the exit. Just as they climbed up, eight more of the dogs jumped out and rushed the Rovers.
"Our ammo is gonna be eaten up at this rate!" Exile said, switching to his rifle.
"Stick to melee then. We gotta conserve as much as we can!" Keith barked, holstering his handgun and taking out his knife.
"Perfect! My favorite!" Exile laughed, cracking his knuckles.
Blitz unsheathed his claws and smiled evilly while Hunter got his knife out. The Rovers ran forward and began a throw down with their assailants. Exile hooked one in the face and caused the poor dog to fall off the platform below. Blitz tore through one and it's blood went everywhere in the process. Hunter round housed two of them away and impaled them both in the stomach as a follow up.
"Heh this is sort of fun! I....UGH!" Exile shouted being smacked in the face by a wrench.
Exile clutched his face and his eyes glowed red. He lasered his assailant in two and panted heavily.
"You okay?" Blitz asked.
"Yeah!" Exile replied.
Come on guys run!" Keith ordered.
The entire group ran for the door and pushed it open, Exile wielding it shut with his vision.
"Whew....where are we?" Hunter breathed, shaking himself.
"Outside....and I can hear...water? Docks maybe?" Keith replied.
The group ran up the stairs and were on a platform overlooking two concrete docks spread out by about 40 feet. One of them had a yaht with their mysterious figure from before on it.
"It's him!" Blitz proclaimed, running forward.
"Wait Blitz! We should come up with a plan first...." Hunter said, grabbing his shoulder.
BOOM! AN explosion rang out from the facility.
"No time! Let's go!" Keith ordered.
The dogs ran to the gate leading to the dock down the ramp and ran at top speed to the boat.
They all hopped on board and as soon as they did the boat took off into the lake. A glorious explosion of red and orange engulfed the facility behind them, causing the boat to shake.
"\*pant pant\* Where are we going?" Hunter said, picking himself up.
"I don't know but.....look!" Exile proclaimed, pointing his weapon.
The battle suit clad dog was looking at them through his mirrored helmet, silent.
"Who the hell are you?! Why do you....?" Keith started.
The dog dropped a tape recorder and in a brilliant flash of light vanished.
"Well he's not much of a talker....." Hunter chuckled.
Keith picked up the tape and hit play, the groomer's voice coming up.
"Hello Rovers. Welcome aboard and congratulations for surviving. This boat is on a trip to an island where our facility is, but it'll be about 20 hours before you get there.
Please enjoy my hospitality on the boat before you get here. It might be your last time to relax. Hahaha.......just note there might be a surprise in store. I'll give you one last warning, there is nothing here wasting your lives over. \*click\*"
"Wow she's nasty, but strangely nice." Blitz commented.
"Hospitality? The food is probably poisoned or something or the boat might explode." Exile scoffed. "I dunno, she sounded pretty sincere. Besides there are crueler ways to kill us." Keith said.
"Maybe you're right. Let's go take a look around." Hunter said, walking towards the front.
As they were walking, Keith sensed something. He looked out into the ocean with a hard look, but shook it off. There was something out there.......something big. | FSE |
Title: first day by zureth_moonpaw
Tags: Cub, Fox, No-Yiff, Other/Herm, Punishment, Spanking
A new life: the first day
In a modern day setting, the justice system has devised a new way to punish juvenile criminals. They built a city and placed children who have committed all sorts of crimes, they place them with a mother like and father like furs and, they live structured and very strict lives, if they misbehave they are spanked. A young fox girl finds her way there, and finds more. (the idea of THIS style is mine, the idea itself was inspired by the Kayla stories by professor bob)
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The day was like every other, the temperature was a cool sixty-five degrees, and the sun shined bright. A car pulled up to a police station, this car was a transport unit, to a special facility for children. The cops in the station opened the door and guided an eleven year old fox girl to the car, mostly due to her wrist cuffs, she wore a pink jumpsuit, and even still, she was a beautiful girl, with mango orange fur, she had cream socks on her feet and hands, short red hair, and hazel eyes. She sniffled and walked down the concrete steps of the police station. The fox girl had just be sentenced to a year in Range city, which really wasn't a city at all, it was a juvenile correction facility meant to give the feel of an actually city. She heard horrible stories about the place. The houses were bad, and the guardians would beat you for pleasure, they barely feed the children and worse. ' She entered the car, still crying softly, and the driver took off. The young vixen then went to staring out the window, tears rolling down her cheeks. About thirty minutes later, they pulled up to a thirty foot fence and gate. "What have you gotten yourself into now girl?" she whispered softly under her breath, still crying from fear. The gate opened, and she was surprised to see how beautiful the setting was. Grassy lawns, well cut and kept clean, house's bigger than she ever seen, a park in the distance, and a school on top of a hill. The houses were different colors and children were playing outside, she couldn't believe it, she even thought that this was a trick to get her calm. They drove around, and finally the turned into a drive way, where she was about to be let out to stand before her guardian, a tall fox woman, with long brown hair, green eyes, and slender build, her fur was burnt red orange, she stood there smiling softly.
The driver walked out of her side and opened the door for the young fox girl, who was reluctant to step out. She crawled out slowly, crying softly as she did. The driver smiled at her passenger and then at the fox woman, she then whispered something into her ear that the young vixen couldn't hear. The older vixen smiled and took the charts and keys from the driver. Then she kneeled in front of the young vixen, who coward away slightly, still crying. "It is ok sweetie, we're not gonna hurt you, what's your name." she said the little fox, with compassion in her voice.
The little fox girl whimpered but answered "Jennifer." She spoke very softly. The older vixen smiled and rubbed the young one's head. She then playfully tickled the girl to calm her spirits, and it barely worked. The young girl giggled softly, and looked at her new home and sighed.
"Jennifer would you do me a favor and go inside while I talk to the driver about some adult stuff, and when I get inside, I'll tell you the rules, would you mind that?" she spoke very loving like, with a warm look in her eyes. Jennifer sighed once more and went inside; she was amazed by what she saw. Inside the house, was beautiful peach/pink/salmon striped wallpaper, and the furniture matched perfectly, it was beautiful plush couch and chair, a large kitchen, a dining area, there was art work on the walls, and a huge TV. She was shocked by all this. Could this be the place I'm staying? She thought to herself. She suddenly jumped by the sound of the door shutting, and a small giggle. "In awe are we, oh sorry for scaring you." Jennifer turned and nodded, still fearful of her new guardian.
"Well Jennifer, it's a pleasure to meet you, you're a very beautiful young girl you know that. My name's Rebecca Flory, I'm 35 years old I've been working here since I was eighteen, I was "in" here for three years before that, my husband's name is Marcus Flory, and we're going to be your guardians," Jennifer nodded as she listened. "Now we get on to the rules. Generally the rules are tailored to each child's crime..." she quickly look at the charts "... says here you were convicted of armed robbery and aggravated assault. How in the world did a girl like you manage that?" Jennifer looked down sobbing softly; she couldn't bring herself to speak her crime just yet. "C-can I not talk about it just yet?" she asked very softly. She nibbled her cookie while looking down.
"Alright, well your room is upstairs, first door on the left, um, go up and I'll talk to you in a second. Ok?" Jennifer only nodded. She then headed upstairs to her room. When the door was opened, she was surprised once more. A full size pillow top bed, some pink sheet, and five pillows, a toy chest, a dresser and TV, and a computer, she could barely believe her eyes. Soon Jennifer heard some footsteps coming upstairs; she quickly turned and looked at the door, to see Rebecca softly smiling at her. "Jennifer would you mind having a seat on your bed, please?" Rebecca asked softly, Jennifer had a bad feeling, but still did so. "Jennifer, do you know what we do to punish you?" Jennifer shook her head. "Well, if you do something bad, we spank you, and not a small one either, a rather painful one." She could hear Jennifer whine softly. "Jennifer, I know they will hurt, but I promise I will do everything I can to help your pain afterwards." Jennifer could see she that she wasn't lying, and actually smiled softly. In a shy tone she said "thank you."
The older vixen smiled and nuzzled the young vixen. "My husband should be home any minute now and well you'll get to meet him, and then we eat dinner. Ok?" the older vixen said in a joyful tone, inducing a small, but warm, smile from her new girl. Jennifer stammered softly and was about to say something when she held her words. Rebecca turned "what was that dear?"She said softly.
"W-why were you here as a child?" she asked softly. Hoping not to offend a woman she quickly was seeing cared for her, and even more quickly becoming less afraid of.
The older vixen chuckled softly, as if to show pride in her crime. "I was a hacker; I hacked banks and stole money from people's accounts. I was legendary, at eleven I could build a computer that made supercomputer look like crap, by thirteen I had stolen money from all around the world, and at fifteen I was made famous as the hacker that cracked the president. I got into his account and stole 200million dollars before they caught me." She said, slightly proudly. "They sent me here and I was a four star criminal, which is the second highest rank, not a good thing, I was punished severely. At eighteen was suppose to go to prison, until a different hacker tried to hack the compound database, I found his signal and hack his computer, under supervision, I got his data and using my help they arrested him, it felt good to help out people, I soon realized, I could do more good than harm." Jennifer smiled at this.
Soon a car was heard pulling up and a male voice coming from the living room. "Rebecca dear, I'm home!" Jennifer looked and smiled softly, "I guess your husband is home." Rebecca nodded
"Alright dear, um we don't know your size, so we don't have any clothes for you yet. You can stay in the jail jump suit, or... you can eat without clothes tonight, those things are really uncomfortable, so we won't mind tonight." Jennifer smiled and looked at her jumpsuit, only to realize her new found guardian forgot to take off the cuffs. She rattled them softly and got the attention of Rebecca, who chuckled at her mistake. "I'm sorry Jennifer, here let me get those off of you." she got the key out of her pocket and unlocked the cuffs from her wrists, Jennifer then took them off and walked down stairs, with her new friend.
When they got down the stairs they were met by a male wolf, he had black fur and various tribal like tattoos in it. He was tall, about six feet, and was muscular, but not bulging, more toned. He greeted his wife with a smile and a kiss, then his eyes turned to Jennifer, they were compassionate, but stern. "You must be the new girl." Jennifer nodded. "Well sweetie, what is your name, and well ...why are you here?"
Jennifer smiled at his voice; it wasn't mean, but happy. "My name's Jennifer and I am here, for aggravated assault, and armed robbery." She waited patiently for the question she was asked earlier, she was sure he would ask it as well. "My my, those are serious crimes young lady, tell us how they came to be please." Again Jennifer smiled, for the same reason.
She took a deep breath and exhaled. "I- I robbed a woman of her necklace, using a piece of a window, but I felt so bad about it, that I returned it to the police station and admitted what I had done." She looked down as she spoke.
"Ahhh I see, well..." Marcus turned to his wife. "Have you told her?" Rebecca shook her head, he sighed and looked sympathetic at the little girl, "...there is something we need to tell you." Jennifer had a real bad feeling about this, but she listened carefully, "When you first come here, and we learn of your crime, we are suppose to spank you for it, we use different item for different criminal ratings" He looks at the charts and sighs loudly. Jennifer whimpered softly waiting for the bad news. "You've got a three star rating, which mean it's going to hurt pretty bad. I'm very sorry, but I'll tell you what, if you are good at dinner, I think we could do it before bed, is that ok with you Jennifer?" She smiled softly and nodded. "Well I already placed an order for pizza." He said happily. Jennifer's tail wagged intensely.
They didn't have to wait long, before the doorbell was heard, they had sent Jennifer to wash up. She came down the stairs and smiled. Marcus was setting the pizza on the table and smiled warmly at Jennifer, who smiled back. She still wore panties, not wanting to be completely nude. She sat down at the table and smiled at her guardians. Marcus sat down and Rebecca served out some plates of pizza. Jennifer's tail wagged and she ate. Marcus smiled at his wife, and then at their new girl, he set down his slice of pizza. "So Jennifer, tell us about you." He said caringly
"Well um I'm know I'm smart, I could read very well at three, that's how I learned a lot of what I know, when I was on the streets I liked staying in the library, and I read a lot." Marcus nodded and listened carefully. "I've read a lot of books. I love books." Rebecca smiled.
Dinner went by fast, a little too fast for Jennifer; she really didn't want what awaited her after dinner. She walked to her room, when Marcus stopped her by tapping her shoulder. "Sorry sweetheart, I'll be up in a minute, just wait on your bed." He spoke in a tone, which made Jennifer's heart sink; she knew this would not be pleasant. She walked up to her room and waited.
"Rebecca, we have rules, you know her rating, which is pretty nice considering her offence, she should be a four star, but because she turned herself in, they dropped a star."
"But she's so sweet; can't you just use the paddle, harder than normal?"
"Not for the first one. I've got to use the belt, I'm sure the cane would be worse, and a switch, no way. Look honey, I'll help her through it alright."
"Alright Marcus, be gentle, I have a good feeling about her." She smiled and nuzzled her husband, and kissed his cheek. He nodded and smiled at her, then turned and walked to the bedroom.
He softly knocked on the door, and opened slowly, barely poking his head in the door. "Jennifer, can I come in?" Jennifer nodded, and he stepped in, holding a folded leather belt, causing Jennifer to wince a little. He walks to the bed and sits beside the young fox. "Jennifer, I'm very sorry about what I have to use, but it's the rules, I'll help you through it alright." Jennifer sighed and nodded; she then looked him eye to eye, and gave him a loving hug.
"Ok, Mr. Flory, um what do I have to do?" she asked while hugging him, he was a little taken back by this, but still he smiled and hugged her back, softly petting her back. They stayed there for a second, till Marcus gently broke her away and smiled at her looking her dead in the eyes.
"Sweetheart, I'm not gonna lie to you, this is gonna hurt, I need you to take off your panties, and lay down across my lap, your belly touching my lap, you're suppose to look at the floor during the whole time, and you can't move too much." Jennifer nodded and sighed. She then stood up and pulled down her panties and got them down to her ankles. Then she took them off. She stood there covering herself and walked over to Marcus, laid down across his lap and readied herself. Marcus slowly places his paw on her back to keep her in place. "Lift your tail sweetheart" he said. Jennifer begins to cry softly and does as she's told. As they did this Rebecca had entered the room, and kneeled in front of her and smiled softly. 'I'm here to help when you need me sweetie." Jennifer nodded. Marcus took a deep breath, lifted the belt high into the air and brought it down hard on the little foxes behind.
She gasped from pain and began to tear, when she felt the belt strike again. This time she winced loudly and gripped her fingers into her palm, she held back her crying, she taught herself not to cry when in pain. Strike after strike after strike, she gripped tighter, holding back her screams, he tears were one thing, her screams were another. Rebecca watched as the little girl fought hard to resist her natural urges, and as her husband brought the belt down on her poor behind hard, saying no words as he did.
The spanking didn't end at just a few. She got thirty three in total, as the rules stated. When she was let up, she wiped her tears away, panted softly and smiles. Marcus looked stunned at her, and then looked at his wife worried. "Jennifer, did you just go through that without a single shred of crying?" Rebecca asked concerned. The little foxed sighed.
"I taught myself not to cry, it's a sign of weakness." She stated. Marcus turned to his wife. "I think you need to talk to her about that." Rebecca nodded. Jennifer was confused, did they want me to cry out, are they just playing me... she thought to herself. Rebecca sat down on the bed, and looked at Jennifer.
"Jennifer, why in the world would you ever teach yourself not to cry..." she asked. Jennifer looked down.
"D-did I do something wrong, I'm sorry if I did." She whimpered out.
Rebecca shook her head, and softly petted her girl. "no you didn't do anything wrong, but ...it's just when I was a child here I use to think that, but I learned it's not a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength, to hold it back, it's the worst thing you can do." Jennifer nodded softly. Marcus looked at his watch. "My god, it's nine o-clock. Jennifer it's time for bed, get in." he stood up smiling.
Jennifer climbed into bed and was happy to see that they tucked her in, she snuggled her sheets and smiled at her new found friends, she also thought about a question she had been meaning to ask. "Mr. and Mrs. Flory" she asked calmly. They turned. "Can I call you m- mom and dad?" she asked shyly. They looked a little shocked but nodded. "Thank you, I love you, goodnight" she said softly with a smile. They smiled back.
Together they spoke "we love you too, goodnight sweetheart." And with that they shut off the light and left the room. Jennifer snuggled under her warm sheets, and murred herself to a blissful sleep, knowing they weren't lying, or just saying that.
© copyright of Zureth\_Moonpaw | FSE |
Title: Behind the Walls of Ivy
Tags: adultery, infidelity, fellatio, blow job, unfaithful wife, cheating
Looking up from the geology exam he was preparing, Shale Stephens glanced out the dirty little window of his office. There they were: the iconic ivy-covered walls that had come to symbolize the apex of academia in America.
"There are people out there who would kill for a job with that view," he thought to himself. "A tenure-track position as an assistant professor at an Ivy League school, good pay, a beautiful setting, surrounded by eager young students and some of the smartest minds in the world: what's not to like?"
"If only they knew," he shook his head wryly as he returned to his work.
Shale had held similar rose-colored views when he'd received his job offer from the university. Now, almost two years later, he was deeply disillusioned. For starters, the pay he'd been offered had looked very attractive until he discovered just how expensive it was to live in an Ivy League city. With the high cost of living combined with the payment schedule for his student loans, Shale had found himself struggling to have any sort of a normal lifestyle.
The only thing that had saved him was that when he'd accepted the job he'd managed to negotiate a position for his wife, Sylvia. She'd gone to work for the Provost's office as a special assistant, and the additional income she brought in had meant the couple could enjoy a few "luxuries" like a two-bedroom apartment closer to the university.
But money wasn't the only source of Shale's discontent. The university evaluated its professors on their teaching, research, and service to the university. For Shale those requirements translated into teaching a full load of courses every semester while also serving as an advisor to a number of students. At the same time he was expected to conduct ground-breaking research, get it published in a prestigious peer-reviewed journal, and, in his spare time, serve on several university committees.
The result of all these requirements was that Shale found himself working over sixty hours a week every month of the school year. The summer "break" offered little respite. With the academic year consumed by teaching, advising and committee work, the summer was the only chance Shale had to do any research and writing.
Once when he'd added up all the hours he worked, Shale was dismayed to discover that he was earning less than $30 an hour. "I'd be better off financially if I'd gone to work straight out of college rather than going to graduate school," he thought ruefully. But he always been fascinated by the origin and development of the planet and he loved the opportunity to share that excitement with others.
He sighed and turned back to the examination in front of him. The year would soon be over and he wanted to have the final exam ready. Of course he knew the subject matter thoroughly but because the department had introduced a new text, Shale had to be sure his final exam covered what was in the text.
That was another of Shale's pet peeves. The textbook the department required was written by Dr. Gray, the chairman of the Geology Department. That was fair enough - the chairman was a recognized authority in the field - but what irked Shale was that Gray put out a new edition every other year. The changes from one edition to the next were minimal but they ensured that students couldn't buy used texts, thus guaranteeing additional royalty income for Professor Gray. They also meant that Shale had to rework his lectures and exams to conform to the new text, adding yet another task to his already long list.
A knock on his office door interrupted Shale's concentration. Surprised, he glanced down at his calendar and saw to his dismay that he had a student conference scheduled. He sighed to himself at the inconvenience and said, "Come in."
The door to his tiny office opened and a pretty blond co-ed poked her head around the corner. "Is this a good time for our meeting, Professor Stephens?" she asked politely in her little-girl's voice. It wasn't a good time as far as Shale was concerned, but being available to meet with students was an important part of his responsibilities, so he kept his irritation to himself and beckoned the young woman to enter.
As she stepped into his office and took a seat on the small sofa, he noticed that she was wearing an ankle-length skirt and a zip-front sweater for the cool weather they were having that spring. As she settled herself, he tried to recall why Taylor Poindexter wanted to meet with him today.
Shale regarded Taylor with mixed emotions. Without question she was an attractive young woman, and he knew that she had to be reasonably intelligent or she would never have been accepted to the university. But as far as his class was concerned, she was a poor student who spent most of her time tweeting or checking her Facebook page. It was small wonder, he thought, that she was failing the class.
"What can I do for you, Ms. Poindexter?" he asked politely, even though he was pretty sure what she wanted. A lot of students chose geology to meet their science requirement because they believed it would be easier than chemistry, biology or physics. Shale had been chagrinned to learn that Introduction to Geology was commonly known as "Rocks for Jocks" among the student body. It was usually only after the students had gotten well into the semester that they learned the truth: the physical history of the planet was a complex and demanding subject.
Sure enough, Taylor quickly launched into a litany of concerns about her grades in his class and self-serving excuses for her performance. Then she got to the heart of the reason for her visit. "Isn't there something I can do to bring my grade up, Professor Stephens?" she asked, batting her eyes at him. "I really can't afford to fail your course."
Shale stifled his impatience and said mildly, "Really, Ms. Poindexter, the best thing you can do is study a little harder for the final. I know geology isn't your passion, but it really deserves more attention than you've given it so far."
"But there's so much to learn, and besides, the final won't help my earlier grades. Isn't there some special project I could take on, maybe something I could do for extra credit?" she asked coyly. Then, to Shale's astonishment, she slowly uncrossed her legs and the full-length wrap skirt she wore fell open to reveal the full expanse of her leg. The black over-the-knee boots that had been hidden by her skirt now lured his eyes all the way up her legs.
As he sat there stunned by her brazenness, she proceeded to rearrange her legs again, in the process revealing that the skimpy panties she wore were bright red. Then she reached up and casually unzipped her sweater low enough to uncover her matching red bra.
"Are you sure there isn't something I could do that would persuade you to give me a better grade in your course, Professor?" she purred at him.
As Shale shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to come up with a response, the door to his office flew open and two young women popped into the doorway. Shale looked up to see his graduate assistant and her roommate smirking at him. "Weren't we supposed to go over the lesson plan now, Professor Stephens?" the blonde asked in a sly tone of voice.
"What? Oh, yes, Annika, you're right, I'd forgotten," Shale stuttered gratefully. Turning back to the coed displayed before him on his couch, he said hastily, "I'm sorry, Ms. Poindexter, but I seem to have a conflict at this time. We'll have to reschedule."
Taylor hastily drew her skirt back together and zipped up her sweater. She stood up abruptly, glaring at the two women standing in the doorway. "That's alright, Professor. But I'd still like to do something for extra credit, so just let me know." Then she barged her way past the other two women, obviously unhappy that her plans had been interrupted.
Once she was gone, Shale heaved a huge sigh of relief. "It's a good thing for me you two showed up when you did. That woman was trying to seduce me into giving her a better grade. I've never had a student try to bribe me with sex before."
Now the two women began to laugh out loud, and Shale stared at them suspiciously. "Alright," he demanded, "what's so funny?"
Annika Mortensen, the blonde of the two and his graduate assistant, gave him a big grin. "OK, we confess. I noticed on your calendar that Taylor had an appointment for today, and I figured that you might need rescuing. She has a reputation for trying to sleep her way through the faculty."
Mosa Pienaar, Annika's roommate, piped up, "Yeah, and the word on campus is that she's had success with several professors already. So we figured you'd need to be rescued!"
"So basically the two of you set me up," Shale said, folding his arms in mock anger. "The least you could have done was to warn me about her in advance."
"What, and miss seeing the embarrassed look on your face?" Mosa asked gleefully. "Not to mention that bulge in your britches," she added with a smirk.
Shale glanced at himself and quickly sat down behind his desk in embarrassment. Trying to cover his discomfort he hurried on, "Well, nevertheless I'm glad you two showed up when you did. It's a scary thing to come face to face with a man-eater!" he said with a grin.
When the laughter died down, his expression grew a little more serious. "Now, unless there really is something we need to go over, will you two get out of here and let me finish going over this material? I have to get done and then get out of here in time to get home and get cleaned up. The Faculty Reception is being held at the President's mansion tonight, and I don't dare be late for that."
With smiles and waves the two women departed, still giggling to each other, and Shale couldn't help grinning as they left. Annika had been assigned to him at the start of the academic year and she'd proven to be a much greater help than he'd expected. She was teaching Shale's introductory geology laboratory while working toward her PhD, and she also helped him with grading papers and advising some of the students. Shale had found her to be bright, talented and personable. And, he had to admit, with her long blonde hair and tall, slim figure, she was extremely easy on the eyes. All in all, Shale concluded, her fiancé back home was a very lucky man.
It was also fascinating to Shale to observe the relationship between Annika and Mosa, her roommate. Due to a shortage of graduate student housing, the two of them had been paired to room together by chance. Besides the fact that both were extremely attractive and intelligent, the two of them had almost nothing in common.
As her platinum blonde hair hinted, Annika was of Swedish extraction and came from Minnesota. By contrast, Mosa, who was working on her Masters of Business Administration, was from South Africa. With her nut-brown skin tone, short-cropped ebony hair and curvier figure, she made a striking contrast to Annika. Yet despite their differences the two had become as close as sisters, and it was so common to see them together that they had become known as "Salt and Pepper" on campus.
Putting thoughts of the two young women aside, Shale returned to the test. "I've got to be on time tonight," he told himself sternly. "Sylvia will chew me out if we're late to the President's reception."
As he was packing up his laptop to head home a half-hour later, a chirp from his phone signaled an incoming text. When he read it, he sighed. It was from Sylvia. "C U at mansion. Provost needs me 2 work. Will get home late. S."
As he drove home, a dark mood began to rise inside him. It had seemed like such a coup for him to negotiate a position for Sylvia when he came to the university. The job for her in the Provost's office would mean extra spending money for a few small luxuries that they wouldn't have been able swing on his salary alone due to his student debt. Furthermore, Shale had thought that it wouldn't hurt for his wife to make contacts so high up in the administration. If the President was the chief executive officer of the university, the Provost was the chief operating officer, a powerful figure with direct oversight of all academic support units, institutional responsibility for the allocation of resources and leadership of the university Budget Committee. His influence might prove helpful when it came time to evaluate Shale for tenure.
But things hadn't worked out the way Shale expected. Not only had his own workload proven much heavier than he expected but after the first year Sylvia's job began to consume more of her time too. Initially the Provost took advantage of her talent as a photographer; later he began utilizing her organizational skills. As a result, this year her work schedule had grown longer and more irregular, and she often handled evening and weekend events. Of late it seemed to Shale that he and Sylvia communicated with each other by text and email more than in person. Not surprisingly, opportunities for sex had become few and fleeting, a loss that Shale felt acutely.
But, if he were truthful with himself, it wasn't just their hectic lives that was bothering Shale. It seemed to him that his wife had grown increasingly cold toward him, especially over the last semester. The easy affection that characterized their first years of marriage had all but disappeared. Now Shale sensed a growing level of dissatisfaction on Sylvia's part for their lifestyle in general and for him in particular. It seemed clear to him that the two of them were growing apart, and lately he'd begun to wonder if someone else might be the catalyst for the changes he was seeing. Such doubts had a corrosive effect on his normally cheerful outlook.
When he got home, the apartment was empty, but when he went back to their bedroom he found a suit, tie and white shirt laid out for him to wear. "I'm not a child," he swore under his breath. "I know what to wear to an event like this." Nevertheless, to forestall an argument he put on the clothes Sylvia had selected and then headed out for the reception.
In order to provide a suitable place to entertain dignitaries and potential donors, the University provided the President with a lavish mansion in the toniest neighborhood in the city. When Shale drove up to the curb in front, an undergraduate acting as a valet rushed to take his keys and park his car. Shale couldn't help noticing the way the young man turned his nose up at Shale's older model sedan.
Shale walked quickly through the mansion, pausing only to grab an hors d'oeuvre and glass of white wine from a server. Then he walked out through the French doors to the huge terrace, which was gaily festooned with paper lanterns. Making his way through the crowd of faculty members and their spouses, he went looking for Sylvia.
When the crowd parted momentarily he caught a glimpse of her across the way, deep in conversation with Eric Solveig, the University Provost. Shale felt acid rise in his stomach when he spotted Solveig's hand on Sylvia's waist. Then Sylvia noticed him and said something to her boss.
When the Provost turned and saw Shale approaching, Solveig hastily stepped back from Sylvia and extended his hand toward Shale, who reluctantly shook it. "So glad you could be here tonight, Shale," the Provost said smoothly. "Sylvia's been telling me lots of good things about you and your research."
Shale glanced over at Sylvia, but she kept her face neutral. He returned his attention to the Provost and thanked him for the implied compliment.
With the formalities completed, the Provost went on easily, "I hope you don't mind if I steal your wife away for a while tonight. She's proven so capable that I don't know what I'd do without her."
With no more apology than that the Provost turned and steered Sylvia away while Shale stood there trying to think of some appropriate response. She looked back over her shoulder and gave Shale that enigmatic look again before resuming her conversation with Solveig.
The brief exchange seemed to crystallize all Shale's resentments and suspicions. Sylvia hadn't said a word to him, had hardly even acknowledged his presence. Instead, Shale thought, she'd focused all her attention on the man who was her boss and who-knows-what-else to her.
He spun around angrily and almost ran head first into the host and hostess for the evening: Magnus Jefferson, the university President, and his wife Margaret.
Jefferson had already made academic history by being, at 43, one of the youngest men ever to serve as president of a major university. He was tall with thick dark hair accented by a bit of gray at the temples that made him look even more distinguished. "If a casting director ever wanted someone to play a university president in a movie, he'd want someone who looked like Magnus Jefferson," Shale thought grudgingly.
The President's wife was what people called "handsome"; Margaret was also the daughter of one of the university's largest donors. The gossip among the faculty was that their marriage had been more like an alliance of royal houses than a boy-meets-girl love story.
For a moment, Shale stood there, embarrassed by his near accident and unable to think what to say. But Jefferson avoided any awkwardness by smoothly grasping Shale's hand. "Dr. Stephens," the President said warmly, "so glad you could come tonight. The chair of the Geology Department has given me glowing reports about your work."
Shale was surprised that the President had recognized him and highly doubtful that the man had gotten any such report on him. The last time Shale had encountered the head of his own department the good chairman had had trouble recalling Shale's name. Nevertheless, Shale modestly expressed his thanks for the President's remarks and then turned politely to his wife. "You and the President are awfully kind to have all of us over, Mrs. Jefferson. The mansion looks lovely tonight."
The First Lady of the university merely nodded graciously, but Jefferson couldn't let silence prevail. "It's the least we can do," the President boomed fulsomely. "As I've said many times, this university is only as strong as the quality of its faculty."
Shale recalled hearing the President use the same phrase in another speech when he was talking about the alumni, so he was less than impressed by the President's words. But he dismissed such heretical thoughts, smiled and thanked the couple again.
As soon as the President turned to introduce his wife to another guest, Shale made his escape. Quickly picking his way through the crowd, he went out the door and asked the valet to retrieve his car. On the way back to his apartment Shale pulled into a fast-food drive-in and bought a sandwich to take home for dinner.
As Shale sat down at their dining table to eat his meal, he asked himself, "How did things get so bad between Sylvia and me?" His mind wandered back to the beginning of their relationship. He recalled that he'd met Sylvia when he'd been commandeered to give a lecture to the local chapter of the geological society in his home town. Shale knew that it wasn't his speaking skills that had earned him the dubious honor; instead, it was the fact that he had just returned from Iceland, bringing back dozens of breathtaking photographs of that nation's many volcanoes.
Shale couldn't remember much about the lecture, but he did recall the photographer from the student newspaper who'd wanted to interview him after he had finished. He never did know why Sylvia was attracted to him, but there was no question that the slim, dark-haired young woman completely captivated him. Later he learned that he'd caught Sylvia on the rebound from a long-term relationship that had gone bad, but by that time the only thing he was concerned with was winning her permanently. The two of them moved in together while he finished up his doctorate.
If winning Sylvia was Shale's first big success, submitting his dissertation was his second. "Variable Rates of Diastrophism in the Late Archean and Proterozoic Eons" caused a minor sensation within the stuffy fraternity of geologists. His research on the cause of irregular pulses in the movement of the earth's tectonic plates had been groundbreaking, so much so that his doctoral advisor had insisted on being listed as co-author when it was published. Shale would normally have been outraged at his advisor's undeserved usurpation of credit, but his resentment was forgotten when he received an offer of a tenure-track position at an Ivy League university. Such an offer was the academic equivalent of winning the lottery. Shale proposed to Sylvia the same night he received the contract, and she had squealed in happiness when she accepted.
At first the move to the university had seemed like a great adventure, the next big step in their pursuit of happiness. But that illusion was soon eroded by the unexpectedly high cost of living in their new city, the long hours that were required of Shale and the difficulty they'd had in making new friends among the clique-y university community.
Over time Sylvia's resentment began to grow, and there was little Shale could do to appease her, especially since he was also dealing with his own disillusionment. Even as she complained about her husband's workload, Sylvia's new job began to consume more and more of her time. By the start of their second year at the university, their work schedules had cut so deeply into the amount of time they shared that the two of them seemed more like roommates than husband and wife at times. Their sex life began to suffer as well, and as the second semester started it had gone from frequent to occasional to almost non-existent. "When was the last time?" Shale asked himself.
In addition to his own sexual frustration, Shale began to wonder if Sylvia might be meeting her needs some other way. She had always had a high libido, and that thought only added to Shale's paranoia.
Excavating himself from his gloom, he checked his cellphone. Even though the faculty reception had been scheduled to end at 9:00 p.m., he saw that it was almost midnight and Sylvia still wasn't home. Shale remembered the Provost's arm around Sylvia's waist and that memory only inflamed the fire of his jealousy.
Just then he heard her key in the lock. Because he was seated at the kitchen table, Sylvia didn't spot him as she came in, and he took the opportunity to examine his wife closely, looking for any evidence that she had been doing more than working. She had certainly dressed attractively, but he had to admit that he could see nothing about her to suggest any inappropriate behavior. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist voicing his jealousy.
"The reception was over hours ago. What have you been doing all this time?" he demanded, startling her. She flinched, then turned to face him.
"I didn't expect to find you up," she said coolly, folding her arms as she turned to face him. "You're usually sound asleep by this hour. But to answer your question, I've been working with Eric. He had lots to do after the reception and he needed my help."
"It seems to me you always have something to do for Eric these days," Shale spat out. "You're never at home anymore."
"You're one to talk," she snapped back angrily. "When you're not in the classroom you're always grading papers or going to some committee meeting. You work longer hours than I do. Besides, you were the one who wanted me to take the job with Eric in the first place."
Shale felt the argument slipping away from him and he felt his frustration growing. "This is not about me," he shot back, "this is about your being out at odd hours. It's about me never knowing where you are or when you'll be home. And when you are home it's 'Eric this' and 'Eric that.'" Before he could stop himself he demanded, "Are you having an affair with the Provost?"
For just a moment Shale saw an expression he didn't recognize cross her face, but then she burst out "Hah!" in a derisive laugh. Then she began to pace back and forth before finally stopping to stare at him.
"Where do want to be in five years?" she suddenly asked.
"What?" stuttered Shale, caught off guard.
"It's very simple," she said snidely, "Where do you see yourself five years from now?"
Confused by the change in topic, Shale's orderly mind automatically tried to think through the problem and come up with an answer. "Well, in five years I expect to have been granted tenure, which will mean real job security for us. I also expect to be promoted to Associate Professor, which should mean a nice bump in my salary as well. We'd be bringing in enough that you wouldn't have to work anymore if you didn't want to. We could even start a family," he added hopefully.
But Sylvia's only reaction was a curl of her lips that hinted of a sneer. "Have you ever thought about going into Administration?" she asked.
"What? No! Why would I want to do that? Being a full professor is something I've been working for all my life. I love geology and I love research - why would I want to give that up for a desk job doing administrative work?" he asked, truly puzzled.
"Well for one thing it would be a lot more prestigious," she responded. "You'd be out working with the real movers and shakers of the world, not stuck in your lecture hall or that dusty laboratory all day."
"I don't understand where this is coming from, Sylvia," Shale said. "Teaching at the university is what we've always talked about. This is what we've been working for together. I thought this was the life you wanted too. I know the last year or two haven't been easy for us, but things will get better." he added, trying to sound an optimistic note.
She stared at him for several moments without speaking. Then she gave a small sigh and said, "Never mind. I'm tired and I have to get to work early tomorrow. I'm heading for bed." With that she turned and walked down the hall toward their bedroom, leaving Shale standing there perplexed.
"What was all that about?" he asked himself as he cleaned up in the kitchen. By the time he finished and had changed out of his clothes, Sylvia was already in bed with the covers pulled around her. Shale climbed into bed beside her and turned out the light. He didn't even try to touch her; it was pretty obvious to him how she would respond.
When he awoke the next morning, Sylvia had already left. Because he had only an afternoon class that day he had time for breakfast before he also headed off to the university. As he began going through his paperwork at his desk, the conversation he'd had with Sylvia the night before kept replaying in his mind. "What was all that stuff about my goals and expectations?" he wondered. "And where did that thing about working in administration come from?" As he thought back, he suddenly realized that Sylvia had never given him a direct answer to the question that had started the whole conversation. "She never denied she was having an affair," he thought suspiciously.
At that moment, Mosa stuck her head around the corner. "Professor Stephens, can I interrupt you? Annika asked me to bring you the lab report you asked for."
Shale looked up, and the sight of the pretty young woman momentarily lifted his mood. He beckoned her in. "Thanks, Mosa, I really appreciate it." Suddenly, a concern struck him. "Is Annika okay? She's not sick is she?"
"Lovesick," Mosa answered with a big grin. "When I left her she was on the phone with her mother, deep in planning the details of her wedding. It's a wonder that girl can get anything else done right now!"
"Well, let her enjoy it while she can," he replied. "The honeymoon won't last forever."
"Uh-oh," said Mosa quickly, "do I detect a little discontent on the Stephens' home front in that comment?"
Shale mentally admonished himself for letting his concerns creep into his conversation. The last thing he wanted to do was to involve Mosa and Annika in his personal problems so he quickly tried to dismiss her concern. "No, no, nothing is wrong. I was just trying to make a bad joke about how quickly time passes. Anyway, you're really nice to do this for her, and for me."
Mosa dropped the subject. "Okay, Professor, I'll get out of your hair so you can get back to work. Have a good day." And with a wave and a smile she departed.
He managed to get through his class that afternoon without incident, but his dark mood returned in full when he got back to office. He needed to review a draft of the report by the Dean's Committee on the Status of Adjuncts, but he found himself unable to concentrate. So when Perry Ryan came by and asked him to go out for a beer, Shale was happy to put the report aside.
The two of them found a quiet table at a tavern just off campus and ordered a round. Shale was glad to have Perry's company and he wanted to get the older man's thoughts on his problems.
Perry was also an assistant professor in the Geology Department, but he was a few years older than Shale. Despite the fact that the two of them could wind up as rivals for tenure at some point, Perry had welcomed the new man and been friendly from the day Shale had come to the university. In fact, Shale thought, Perry was probably his only friend in the department.
Both men had wives who were young and attractive, and the two professors had tried a couple of times to promote a friendship between the two couples. But for some reason Sylvia didn't hit it off with Camille, Perry's wife, and since their wives set the social agenda, the only time Shale and Perry got together was to share a beer or two.
Shale wondered if part of the problem might be that Camille was an adjunct professor. He had never thought much about adjuncts, but after he began serving on the Dean's Committee he began to see why there might be issues. Even though "adjunct professor" sounded impressive, and even though three-quarters of the faculty at the university were adjuncts, they were little better than indentured servants. The university paid them the equivalent of the minimum wage for each course they taught, and Shale had been amazed to learn they received no benefits whatsoever. They were like highly educated temporary workers with no status and no job security. If too few students signed up to take a course taught by an adjunct, the course could be cancelled as late as the first day of classes, and the adjunct would be abruptly unemployed. Shale had heard of adjuncts at other universities who had to go on food stamps to survive.
Given the shabby way adjuncts were treated and the low regard in which they were held, Shale thought it wasn't surprising that Camille might feel uncomfortable socializing with other professors and their wives.
But today Shale had other issues on his mind. After a little meaningless chit-chat, Shale leaned closer to his friend and said, "Listen, Perry, I've got a situation at home and I need a little advice." With that he began to voice all his frustrations and concerns about Sylvia. "I think she may be having an affair with the Provost," he concluded.
Perry looked around with concern. "Don't say things like that where other people can hear," he said in a low voice. "This campus is filled with faculty and students alike who love to gossip, and every one of them is armed with a camera phone and a Facebook page or Twitter account. Accusations like that can spread like wildfire and cause big trouble."
He took a swig of his beer. "Besides, I think it's pretty unlikely that Sylvia's running around behind your back. It's obvious from what you've said that you guys are going through a rough patch in your marriage. But every marriage goes through that. Anyway, all you've got are doubts and unproven suspicions. If you accuse Sylvia of cheating, you're only going to drive a wedge between the two of you that's going to be very hard to heal.
"But let's suppose you're right - suppose Sylvia is cheating on you. Is that really such a big deal? Isn't it better to turn a blind eye than to wreck your marriage? If it comes to a divorce, your finances are going to take a hell of a hit. Isn't it better to keep your cool till she gets it out of her system than to be paying alimony for years until she remarries?"
Shale looked at him in astonishment. "You're saying I should just ignore it, pretend like nothing ever happened?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Perry said calmly. "It's just sex - what's the big deal?"
Shale was aghast. "I guess I'm just not wired that way, Perry. Sylvia and I made some vows to each other when we got married and I've kept mine despite having opportunities," he said, thinking back to Taylor Poindexter. "I expect Sylvia to keep hers as well."
The discussion went around in circles from there, and finally the two men left to return to their respective homes without any opinions changing.
When Shale got home he was surprised to find Sylvia already there. Even more surprising was the fact that she had dinner in the oven. The two of them had a pleasant home-cooked meal together for the first time in weeks, and spent the time talking about various events and activities on campus. "This is just like things used to be," Shale thought.
After the two of them had cleaned up the dishes together, Shale excused himself to do a little work to make up for the time he had spent with Perry at the tavern. When he finally finished going over the report for the Dean's committee, the light in the living room was out. But when he made his way back to the bedroom he found Sylvia waiting for him. As soon as he entered, she climbed out of bed to come to his side, and he saw that she was wearing the sheer, smoky nightgown she had brought on their honeymoon.
He tried to ask her what was going on but she pressed her fingers to his mouth, saying, "No questions." Then she proceeded to undress him and push him back on the bed. Kneeling before him, she started to lick her way up and down his thighs, sending quivers through his nervous system. He tried to reach for her to return the caresses but she pushed his hands away. "No, this is all for you tonight," she said in a husky voice.
As he slumped down on the bed, she moved her head back and forth so that her hair brushed over his swollen cock, causing exquisite sensations. Idly he tried to remember the last time they'd made love, but then all rational thought dissipated as the tip of her tongue came out to lick the underside of his erection. She made catlike purring noises in her throat as she ran her tongue in a circle around the head of his cock. Then, looking up into his eyes intently, she took him into her mouth as deeply as she could and began to hum. Shale could only groan at the pleasure he was feeling.
After a few minutes she pulled back slightly, and then Shale felt her hands wrap around the lower part of his cock while her mouth continued to suck and lick on the head. Her hands began gently rotating in opposite directions while also moving up and down.
"Oh, God, Sylvia, that feels amazing!" Shale moaned. "I won't be able to last long if you keep doing that."
In response, Sylvia accelerated her motions, driving Shale absolutely crazy. Soon his back was arched off the bed and he gasped and reached for Sylvia's arms, trying to warn her because he knew she didn't like him to cum in her mouth. But once again she rebuffed his efforts and suddenly he groaned and shuddered repeatedly, his orgasm pulsing into the mouth that had driven him wild. Finally he collapsed on the bed and lay there in a stupor. He barely heard Sylvia spit her mouthful into a towel before slipping away to the bathroom.
When he sensed her return, he struggled to sit upright, reaching for her to try to return the wonderful pleasure she had given him. But she gently pushed him away, reminding him, "Tonight was just for you, remember? I haven't paid you enough attention lately, and I wanted to make up for it."
With that she slipped under the covers, and by the time he had cleaned himself up and returned to bed she was already asleep. As he slid in beside her, a feeling of happy lassitude came over him. As he drifted off to sleep, he remembered that this was how it had felt when they had first been married.
The next morning Shale was in a cheerful mood. "I guess Perry was right: I was just being paranoid about Sylvia," he told himself as he drove to work.
His good mood carried him through the final exam he had to administer to his upper level geology class, and even the prospect of having to grade all the papers couldn't daunt him. He was whistling to himself when Annika walked into his office. She looked at him for a moment and then gave him a sly grin. "Well, it looks like someone is pretty darn cheerful today. If I had to make a guess, I'd say somebody got laid last night."
Shale was caught off guard by her comment and blushed. Annika laughed and said, "Hey, don't be embarrassed, that's a good thing. Mosa was telling me that you seemed in a bad mood yesterday, but I guess everything got straightened out last night - no pun intended."
To cover his embarrassment, Shale pretended to take a stern attitude with her. "So the two of you spend all your free time talking about me behind my back?"
Then it was Annika's turn to blush. Shale let her squirm for a few moments before changing the subject. "Did you have something I need to see, Annika?"
Grateful at the change in topic, she brought the final exam she planned to give her lab class over to his desk for him to review. They chatted about the questions for a few minutes before Annika left for her next appointment. As she walked out the door, Shale thought to himself again how fortunate he was to have such a bright and capable graduate assistant. He regarded both her and her roommate as friends, not just colleagues.
That afternoon was the meeting of the committee that was reviewing the status of adjuncts at the university. As Shale had learned to his regret, his fellow professors seemed to delight in debating every proposal to death; arguing with colleagues seemed to be their favorite sport. As a result, meetings were interminable and agreement almost impossible to reach.
But as he listened to the endless debate, something happened that shook Shale to his core. One professor had recommended giving a small increase in compensation to all the adjuncts, and another had immediately challenged him. "You're doing nothing but throwing a bone at a starving dog to keep him from barking," he said contemptuously.
The professor's words seemed to grip Shale's stomach in a clammy hand. "Was that what Sylvia was doing last night?" he wondered sickly. "Was she throwing me a bone to divert me from what she's doing behind my back? I'll bet that's why she didn't want me to make love to her. It was all for show."
As he sat there stewing, his smartphone suddenly began to vibrate. When he pulled it out he saw he had just received a text from Sylvia. "Working L8 2nite. Don't w8 up." As he stared at the screen, the text seemed to taunt him.
If anyone had asked him to summarize what happened for the rest of the meeting, Shale would have had no clue. He sat there lost in emotions that rotated from anger to sadness to misery and back again. When the meeting finally broke up, he immediately headed back to the isolation of his office to try to sort things out in his mind.
"I can't believe this is happening to me," he moaned as he sat there in the darkened room. "If Sylvia isn't having an affair, she's sure acting like it. But how can I know for sure? She won't admit it and I can't prove anything. I don't want to throw away my marriage if I'm wrong. Besides a divorce would be a catastrophe from a financial point of view. But if she is cheating on me, I could never look the other way like Perry suggested."
He shook his head in frustration. "What am I going to do?"
After he'd fruitlessly circled the same mental path for a while, a pang in Shale's stomach reminded him that he'd had nothing to eat since lunch. He glanced at his phone and was surprised to discover how late it had grown. Remembering that there was nothing he could fix quickly at home, he decided to allow himself the luxury of eating out. "Maybe I'll feel better if I'm around other people rather than being alone all the time," he thought.
He drove over to a pub that the students frequented and, once he had been seated, ordered a burger and fries. He normally tried to eat a healthy diet, but doing so seemed irrelevant in his current mood.
He was halfway through his dinner when his phone suddenly rang, startling him. He wondered hopefully if Sylvia might be calling, but the display indicated an unknown number. When he answered, at first he didn't recognize Mosa's voice, and when he realized who it was she was speaking so rapidly that he could scarcely make out a word she was saying.
"Mosa, Mosa, slow down! I can't understand you - what's happened?"
"It's Annika, Shale, she's hysterical. I've never seen her like this. You've got to come over right away. I don't know what to do!"
"What happened, Mosa? Why is she hysterical?" he asked urgently, simultaneously reaching into his wallet to pay for the meal.
"It's her fiancé," the young woman said frantically. "He dumped her! He called off the wedding. Annika is beside herself. Please come."
"Shit," he muttered under his breath. "Listen, Mosa, I'm at a pub just off campus so I can be there in just a few minutes. I'm leaving now - just hang tight."
Throwing a bill on the table he dashed out of the pub, ran to his car and hurried over to graduate student housing. When he got off the elevator and knocked on the door to the apartment, Mosa must have been standing right there because she opened it immediately.
Shale was shocked by Mosa's appearance. Her pretty face was twisted by fear, her eyes were red and tears streaked her cheeks. It was obvious that she was deeply upset, almost panic-stricken. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her.
"Where is Annika now?" he asked her, and she pointed down the hall to the closed bedroom door.
"She locked the door and won't let me in," Mosa said breathlessly.
"OK, before I go back there, tell me what happened," Shale said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.
"It was about a half-hour ago," Mosa explained. "He called her on the phone. That sonuvabitch told her that he'd found somebody else and the wedding was off! I heard Annika scream and I went running back there. She was sobbing hysterically. She said her life was over and she wanted to die!"
"Alright, let me go talk to her and try to calm her down." He let Mosa go and started to walk down the hall, but Mosa grabbed his arm.
"She's got a gun, Professor! I think she's going to kill herself!"
"Where did she get a gun?" he asked in dismay.
"She's had it for a long time," Mosa said. "Her father gave it to her for protection. Should I call the campus cops or 911?"
Shale's stomach lurched as he felt his adrenaline level jump, but he tried to maintain a calm demeanor. "No, don't do that. An official record of a suicide attempt could ruin her prospects for the future, and I don't want that to happen if I can help it. You just sit down over there out of the way and keep your cellphone handy, just in case."
Mosa's eyes widened as she nodded and backed away. When Shale neared the bedroom door he could hear Annika wailing and sobbing. Just to be safe, he stood to one side as he knocked on the door. At first, nothing happened, but when he knocked again - this time more loudly - Annika sobbed, "Go away - leave me alone!"
"Annika, it's me - Professor Stephens. It's Shale, Annika. Please let me in."
The sobbing subsided into whimpers, and he heard footsteps approach the door. There was a jiggling at the knob and then the footsteps moved away. Hearing nothing more, Shale cautiously tried the knob, and when it turned he slowly pushed the door open.
Annika was standing facing him on the other side of the bed. In her hand was an automatic pistol that she waved in his general direction. "Who else is out there?" she demanded.
"There's no one here but Mosa and me, Annika," he said soothingly. "I wish you'd put down that gun. You frightened poor Mosa half to death."
Her tears began to flow again. "No, I won't. My life is over; everything I've been living for is gone. I just want to die!" she said, waving the gun recklessly.
"Listen, Annika, you can't kill yourself. There are too many people who need you and care about you."
"Robert doesn't need me," she said, her voice growing shriller. "He's probably been cheating on me the whole time I've been at the university. I feel like such a fool."
"No," Shale said, trying to keep his voice firm, "what you are is lucky."
Her head jerked up at that. "How can you call me lucky?" she yelled angrily, and for a moment Shale thought she might fire at him.
"You're lucky," he went on quickly, "because you found out what sort of person Robert really is. You're lucky not to have married him and found out the truth later. Believe me, Annika, finding out later is a lot worse."
As he spoke to the distraught young woman, Shale carefully eyed the pistol she was clutching. He noticed that it had a slide-mounted safety, and although the way she kept waving it around made it hard to tell, he thought that the safety might be engaged. If so, he hoped that she was enough of a novice not to realize that, and not savvy enough to flip off the safety with her thumb.
Annika's crying grew louder. "My life is ruined; all my dreams are gone. I have nothing to live for now."
"No!" Shale said angrily, "that's not true and you know it." The young woman was startled by his tone, and Shale pressed on. "You have people who love and need you, Annika. You just can't abandon them. Your family needs you, Mosa needs you, I need you."
The distraught woman stood there staring at him. Shale hoped that his words might have penetrated her pain and misery, and he decided to take a chance. "I know you're hurting, Annika, but you don't want to shoot yourself, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to shoot me either. Now, give me that pistol so we can figure out what to do next."
With that he stepped cautiously around the bed toward his assistant, holding his hand out for the gun. She stared at him uncertainly and the pistol wavered. Then she let her hand fall to her side as she dissolved in another bout of tears. Shale quickly reached down and took the pistol from her unresisting grip. He set it aside on the dresser and then took the distraught young woman in his arms and held her tightly as she began sobbing again.
He looked over his shoulder and called for Mosa, who quickly appeared at the doorway, a frightened expression on her face. "I think she's going to be okay," he reassured her, and the South African quickly ran over and hugged the two of them.
After a moment, Shale tapped Mosa gently on the arm. "Didn't you tell me once you had trouble sleeping at times?" he asked. When Mosa nodded he went on, "Do you have any kind of sleep medication, a prescription?"
"I've got some Ambien in the medicine chest," she said.
"Bring me one and a glass of water," he ordered.
When Mosa returned, he took the pill and the glass and gave them to Annika. At first she hesitated, but when Shale insisted she took the pill. Once she'd done so, Shale picked her up and laid her on the bed. "Try to get some sleep, Annika," he said gently. "Things will look better in the morning, I promise you."
He kissed her on the forehead and then pulled the spread over her. Exhausted from her hysteria, the young woman closed her eyes and in a few minutes dropped off to sleep.
Shale led Mosa out of the room, remembering to retrieve the pistol. After he turned out the light and pulled the door closed behind him, he took a moment to examine the pistol. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed under his breath. "The damned safety was off the whole time!"
When they returned to the living room, Mosa was still shaken by what had happened. "Is she going to be alright?" she asked anxiously, her eyes still red and watery.
"I think so," Shale said. "Sleep is probably the best thing for her. She's just completely exhausted."
Mentally and emotionally exhausted by the ordeal, he sat down on the sofa and leaned back in the corner. As the adrenaline began to drain out of his system, he suddenly felt shaky, so he laid his head back to rest. A minute later he felt Mosa climb onto the couch. She lay down beside him and put her head on his chest like a small child frightened by a nightmare. "I was so scared," she said in a small voice, and Shale felt new tears wet his shirt.
He put his arm around her to comfort her. "I was too, Mosa," he admitted. Then he closed his eyes for a moment.
When he opened them again, the first thing he noticed was light shining in through a window. Startled, he pulled out his phone, and when he saw the time he realized that he had slept through the night. Carefully he eased Mosa off of him, trying not to wake her. Then he tiptoed back to Annika's bedroom. When he opened the door, he saw that she too was still sound asleep.
As he groggily walked back into the living room, a thought struck him and he quickly pulled out his phone again, this time to check his calendar. "Damn," he swore, "Annika's lab final is this morning!"
He went over to the couch and gently shook Mosa awake. "Mosa," he said quietly, "Annika's lab class is supposed to take the final today. She's still asleep and I don't want to wake her. I'll go over and administer the exam for her. Nobody but her students will know she wasn't there, and they won't care anyway."
She sat up on the couch and looked at him intently. "You know," she said quietly, "you're a pretty amazing guy. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come over here last night. Annika is really lucky to have you for a friend. Actually, I think we both are."
Shale was embarrassed. "Anybody else would have done the same thing," he said awkwardly. Then, seeing Mosa about to protest, he went on quickly, "Listen, I better get out of here. If I hurry I can just make it home in time to grab a quick shower before I have to be at the Geology lab. When Annika finally wakes up, see if you can get some food into her. Then send me a text and let me know how she's doing."
As he turned to leave, he remembered to pick up Annika's pistol. "I'll just take this with me - for safe-keeping," he told Mosa with a little smile.
Mosa followed him to the door and before he left she hugged him fiercely. "Thank you, Shale. Thank you for being our hero."
As he drove home, Shale felt good about what he'd done. But when he remembered everything that had happened he shook his head in dismay. "What was I thinking trying to take a loaded gun out of the hand of a hysterical woman?" he asked himself. "Sylvia's not going to believe what happened."
The instant he thought of Sylvia, all his marital troubles came flooding back to him. Then a thought popped into his head, and when he came to a stoplight he fished his phone out of his pocket and checked it. When he saw here was no record of any phone calls from Sylvia last night, his mood darkened further. "What the hell? I was out all night and she didn't even call to check on me! Did she not know I wasn't home or did she just not care?"
When he got home he quickly showered and changed clothes. Before he left for the university, however, he made a quick survey of their apartment. The bed hadn't been slept in and the kitchen was untouched. As best he could tell, Sylvia hadn't been there either. "Where in the hell was she last night," he asked himself, "and what was she doing?"
While he watched Annika's class laboring over the lab final, the same questions kept reverberating in his head, and his resentment grew. Perhaps there was an innocent explanation for his wife's absence, but he sure couldn't think of one.
When the test period was over and he'd collected all the exams, he returned to his office and decided to begin grading them immediately. Fortunately, most of the questions were multiple choice or fill-in-the-blank, so he felt the task wouldn't be too time-consuming.
He was halfway through the test papers when his phone signaled an incoming text from Mosa. "She's up. Still miserable but calmer. I think she'll be OK."
Shale typed out an acknowledgement and went back to the exams, much relieved that Annika's crisis appeared to have been averted. He had just finished grading the last exam when he heard a quiet tap on the door. Looking up he spotted Mosa's pretty face peeking around the doorframe. He quickly waved her in. "Has something happened?" he asked anxiously.
"No, I think Annika's still doing okay," she said. "I just wanted to come over and bring you a little thank-you gift." Shale started to protest, but Mosa pulled her hand from behind her back to display a sack of food. She laughed, "I figured you didn't have any time for breakfast, and you probably haven't had lunch either. I couldn't let you die of starvation, could I?"
Shale thanked her for her thoughtfulness and hungrily began to devour the sandwich she'd brought. While she ate with him, Mosa filled him in on Annika and her mood when she'd awakened. "It's going to take some time," she concluded, "but I think she'll heal. But you know what her biggest challenge is right now?"
When Shale looked concerned, Mosa got a big grin on her face. "The hardest thing for her is going to be facing you again. She's embarrassed to death about the way she acted and the fact that you saw her so completely out of control. She really thinks the world of you, and it's killing her that you saw her that way."
Shale was relieved that Annika was okay but dismayed to hear of her reaction. "That's silly, Mosa. Everybody needs a little help from their friends now and then. I'm just glad that you and I were around to help Annika when she needed it. Tell her she has no reason to feel ashamed."
Mosa got up to go back to the dorm and check on her roommate, but she paused at the door. "For what it's worth, you really are a hero in my book. I thought you were incredibly brave to walk in there and take that gun from Annika in her state of mind. And despite what you said, I don't think many people have a friend who would help the way you did. You're a pretty special guy."
Before Shale could think of what to say, she gave him her big grin and hurried out of his office. Shale shook his head. He didn't feel like a hero, but Mosa's words still gave him a warm feeling.
When he turned back to his desk, his good mood quickly dissipated. He might have finished grading the exams from Annika's lab course, but now he had all the exams from his own courses to do. Unlike the lab exam, many of the questions for his tests required essay-type answers that would take much more time to go over. He sighed and pulled the top blue book off the stack.
By the time he had finished grading the exams from the first of his courses, the light was fading through his office window and his stomach was rumbling again. "I might as well work on the rest of these at home. Surely I can find something I can eat there," he told himself. And, if he were honest, he also wanted to check to see if Sylvia had ever returned.
When he got back to their apartment, Sylvia wasn't home, although Shale saw signs that she'd been there earlier. The door to her closet had been left open, a towel tossed on the floor suggested that she'd taken a shower, and he found a load of laundry that had been run in the washing machine. All those things seemed suspicious to him but none was conclusive evidence of infidelity. He sighed in frustration and went to make himself a sandwich. Then he settled down to his grading.
Several hours later Shale was startled by the sound of a key in the lock to their front door, and he glanced up just in time to see Sylvia stride by the kitchen door on her way to the bedroom. When he went after her he found the bathroom door closed and heard the shower running. "Another shower?" he asked himself. That raised his blood pressure several notches and he stood there staring at the closed bathroom door in frustration. After waiting a few minutes he gave up and went back to his grading.
A short time later he glanced up to see Sylvia, dressed in her robe and pajamas, standing in the doorway. "Well, well," she said sarcastically, "I was wondering if you were ever going to come home. Who did you spend the night with last night?"
Caught off guard, Shale sputtered, "It wasn't like that. One of my students had a crisis and I had to help her."
"What did you do: rob her at gunpoint?" Sylvia asked, holding up Annika's pistol.
"No, of course not," Shale replied. "Her fiancé dumped her; she was going to commit suicide and..." He tailed off with, "It's a long story."
"Sure, Shale, I believe you," she said in a mocking voice as she gingerly deposited the pistol on the countertop.
Her tone sparked all the anger and resentment that had been building in Shale, and he abruptly stood up and pointed at her. "Never mind about me, where were you all night?"
"Oh," she said casually, "I was working late and fell asleep at my desk."
He stared at her incredulously. "You really expect me to believe that?"
"Believe whatever you want," she said nonchalantly, "that's what happened."
"I think you spent the night with Eric Solveig," Shale said hotly. "That's what I think happened."
She shook her head and heaved a theatrical sigh. "We've been through that already, Shale, and it's starting to get boring. Whatever makes you think such a thing?"
"Listen, Sylvia, you've got to admit that things have been strained between us. We hardly ever see one another, you stay out all night and you never even call to let me know where you are. We haven't made love in ages..."
"Now wait right there, mister. We made love just a few days ago, or don't you remember?"
"Well, okay, maybe, but it felt less like we were making love and more like you were throwing me a bone to keep me quiet," Shale said hotly.
Sylvia folded her arms across her chest and scowled at her husband. "Just listen to yourself, Shale. You say we never see each other, but you're the one who's wrapped up in university business all the time. You accuse me of not keeping in touch, but you could have tried to call me last night to tell me where you were. You say we never make love when I gave you the best blow job you've ever had only a couple of days ago!
"From where I sit, the problem is you, not me. You're merrily pursuing your little associate professor job and you don't really care what I want or need. I think you've got a lot of nerve making wild accusations for which you have no proof." She shook her head and sighed again. "Now I'm tired and I'm going to bed." With that she turned on her heel and stalked off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
When he heard the lock click, Shale started to go after her, intending to kick down the door. But he stopped himself and stood there in the hallway in helpless anger. If Sylvia were to call the police and charge him with spousal abuse, his career would be over. Yet he knew that he hadn't been imagining the changes in Sylvia's attitude and that anyone would agree that her behavior was highly suspicious. But he also knew that she was right: he had no proof.
What's worse, he thought, she was almost daring him to do something about it. But what could he do? He had no time to follow her and there was no way he could afford to hire a private detective. And what if he did and found nothing? Would that prove she was innocent? He didn't believe that, but logic told him he at least had to consider the possibility.
He turned and walked back toward the kitchen. When he saw the stack of exams left to grade, he heaved a sigh. "Not tonight," he thought. "I just can't face them now." In frustration and weariness he switched off the lights and went out to the living room to sleep on the couch.
When he woke the next morning his body was stiff and aching. "I've got to stop sleeping on sofas," he told himself ruefully as he tried to stretch out the kinks. When he went back to the bedroom, he found the door open and Sylvia gone. He shook his head: once again he had no idea what she was doing, where she was going or when she'd be home - if ever. "I just can't go on living like this," he told himself.
He grabbed a quick shower, dressed and packed up all the exams, intending to resume grading them at his office. He knew that he had no choice but to finish them all today, no matter how long it might take. The university had made it clear to the faculty that submitting all grades by the deadline was mandatory. Failure to do so was a major no-no that could and would be considered in decisions on tenure.
When he reached his office he closed the door and set to his task. He'd been poring over blue books for a couple of hours when he heard a timid knock at the door. He sighed and said, "Come in."
The door opened and the shapely figure of Mosa stepped around the doorframe. "I know you're on deadline, Shale, so I won't be long. I just wanted to bring you a little sustenance. I figured you might need it." With that she produced a cup of coffee and a pastry from Starbucks.
Shale couldn't help but laugh appreciatively. "Thank you, Mosa, that's really thoughtful of you. I didn't have any breakfast, so you may have saved my life."
She smiled back and then added, "I also brought something else for you." When he looked at her quizzically, she stepped back into the hallway and had a brief whispered conversation. Finally, she grabbed an arm and pulled a reluctant Annika into the small office.
Hastily Shale came around from behind his desk to reach for Annika's hands. "I'm so glad to see you," he said. "How are you feeling?"
The blonde graduate assistant could hardly bear to look Shale in the eye, so Mosa spoke up. "I kinda forced her to come see you. She kept saying she was too embarrassed."
Shale understood immediately. He lifted Annika's chin up so he could see her face. Her eyes were still red, but she no longer had that wild look of anguish and despair he'd seen in her apartment. "You have no reason to feel like that, Annika. You had a terrible experience; anyone could have freaked out."
She looked up at him, her lip quivering. In a whisper she said, "I'm so ashamed, Dr. Stephens. I can't believe I threatened you, especially when you were trying to help me. It's just that I felt so lost, so hopeless when Robert..."
Once again he thought she was going to break down, so he pulled her to him and hugged her. "It's going to be alright, Annika. Robert is a fool for letting you go. Some day he's going to realize that and it will be too late because you'll have found someone better, someone who's worthy of your love."
He took her shoulders and held her at arm's length so he could see her face again. "Don't feel bad about hurting - how could you not be hurt? Believe me, I know what it feels like to learn that someone you love has stopped caring about you."
Annika shot a quick glance at Mosa, who raised her eyebrows and nodded knowingly. "I told you something was going on," the dark-haired roommate said. Then she turned to Shale. "Alright, Dr. Stephens, what's up with you and your wife? You haven't been yourself the last few weeks and you've dropped several hints. What's going on and how can we help?"
Shale let go of Annika and started to deny everything, but his frustration and his weariness had worn him down and he suddenly found himself pouring out the whole story to the two women. As all his suspicions and misery came pouring out, the two of them exchanged glances of concern.
When he finally stopped, Annika took the opportunity to ask, "What was the deal that morning when you came into the office and you were so cheerful? I thought things had gotten better for you."
Her question embarrassed him, but Shale had gone so far that now he felt he could hold nothing back. "I guess that morning I did think things were back on track with us. The night before we'd made love for the first time in a long while - well, she made love to me, you know, with her mouth, but she wouldn't let me do anything for her. That seemed strange to me, but..."
At that moment Mosa burst out with a snort, "She gave him a 'blow-and-go'!" Annika laughed out loud. "It's classic!" she said.
"What are you talking about?" Shale asked in confusion.
The two women looked at each other, and Mosa spoke first. "It's something we girls talk about in the dorms. It's a way to handle a date you don't really like, or one that's getting too aggressive."
"Sure," Annika said, "all a girl has to do is to give the guy a quick hand job or a blow job. Once the guy has cum he's not thinking very clearly and it's pretty easy to get away without getting raped or anything."
Mosa looked at Shale sadly. "I hate to say it but your wife blew you and then blew you off."
Shale's anger returned in full, not only at his wife but also at himself for being duped so easily. He looked at the two young women in frustration. "What's really killing me is that I have no way to find out what's going on with her. The way she's acting makes me believe she's having an affair with her boss, but she denies it and there's no way for me to prove it. And as long as I can't, there's always that element of doubt. It's driving me crazy."
"Couldn't you hire a private detective to follow her and get photos?" Mosa asked.
"Those guys cost a small fortune," Shale said dismissively. "Besides if she's doing something on campus, a stranger probably couldn't find her anyway. I'd do better off following her myself, but I've got so much work to do I can't possible take the time."
Annika and Mosa exchanged glances; then Annika said excitedly, "Let us do it! Mosa and I know what Sylvia looks like and we know this campus like the back of our hand. The next time you think something's going on, we'll be your detectives!"
"No, absolutely not!" Shale said vehemently. "I'm not going to get you two involved in my mess. Besides, if the wrong people saw you and started asking questions, it might cause trouble for you both."
"Okay then, how about this?" Mosa proposed. "We won't break into any buildings or listen at any keyholes, we'll just keep an eye on her, see where she goes and let you know. At least that way you'd know where to look if you wanted to check on what she's up to."
"Please," Annika begged, "you've done so much for me, let Mosa and me do something for you for a change."
"I don't know," Shale said, "I still think..." At that moment his phone signaled an incoming text. When he read it, his face darkened. He held it up for the two of them to see Sylvia's text: "Don't wait up 4 me 2nite."
"She's doing it again," he said angrily. "We're just three days from graduation - what can she possibly have to do that requires her to work late?" He stared at Mosa and Annika, frustration creasing his face. "Alright, if you guys really want to play detective, follow her while I finish grading these exams. When I get through, I'll call you and take over. I've got to get to the bottom of this, but I'll be the one who takes any risks, not you two."
"Deal!" Mosa said, and to Shale's surprise the two of them leaned in and kissed him on the cheeks. "Now, go back to grading, Professor," Annika admonished him, "and leave the detecting in our capable hands!" The two women left, eagerly chattering about what they needed to do to find and follow Sylvia.
As Shale returned to his stack of exams, he wondered if he was making a mistake involving the two women. "At least this is taking Annika's mind off her troubles," he rationalized.
It was dark by the time Shale finished all the exams and entered the grades into the university's online system. When he was sure he'd done everything required, he picked up his phone and sent Annika a text. "S'up? Where r u?"
A moment later his phone rang - it was Mosa. "We're outside Elliot Hall. She just went inside."
"I'm done here. I'll be right over," he told her.
Eliot Hall was the administration building of the university. The gray edifice built in classical Roman style was three stories high. Shale found Annika and Mosa waiting under a huge maple tree on the lawn in front of the building.
"We've been keeping an eye on her all day, and everything she did seemed pretty innocent. Then, just a little while ago, she came outside to make a call on her cellphone. I couldn't get close enough to overhear her, but she seemed to perk up when she finished. She headed straight for Eliot, and that's when you called. We didn't follow her inside because we figured a couple of students wandering around in the lobby would really look out of place," Mosa explained apologetically.
"Listen, you did great," Shale reassured her. "You two head on home; I'll take it from here."
Annika nodded, but Mosa grabbed Shale's arm. "You're not planning to do anything crazy, are you?"
He smiled grimly. "I'm not here for revenge, only to find out the truth." Seeing she wasn't appeased, he added, "I'll call you later and let you know what I find."
Grudgingly she released him, and the two young women headed off across campus toward the graduate student dorm, looking back at him apprehensively.
Shale walked boldly up the marble steps to the front entrance. Once in the lobby he glanced around and, seeing no one, headed toward the stairwell rather than the elevator. He was familiar enough with the layout of the building to know that the Provost's office was on one wing of the top floor, with the President's office on the other. If Sylvia was up there with the Provost, he didn't want the sound of the elevator to alert them.
When he reached the third floor he poked his head out of the stairwell and checked to see if anyone else was around. The hallway appeared to be empty so he tiptoed to the door of the Provost's suite, trying not to make a sound on the marble floor.
When he leaned against the door to the reception area, to his surprise it opened easily. Peeking inside he saw that no one was working at the reception desk. He hesitated, unsure of his next move, when he heard a woman's earthy moan coming from behind the door with a brass plate inscribed "Office of the Provost". It was easy for him to walk silently over the carpeted floors to press his ear against the door, trying to determine exactly what was happening inside.
Again he heard a feminine moan, and now there came the sound of grunting accompanied by the slap of flesh on flesh. Shale's anger ignited and he started to put his shoulder to the door to barge his way in, intending to catch his wife and her boss in the act. But he remembered his promise to Mosa, so instead he eased the door open just wide enough to let him peek inside.
As he'd expected, he saw the Provost vigorously pounding into Sylvia, who was face down on his desk, her long brown hair draped over her face. Solveig's eyes were closed as he grasped her hips and thrust so hard that the desk actually shook. His grunts sounded to Shale like the noise a wild boar might make, but it was obvious that Sylvia was loving every second.
Taking a chance, Shale pulled out his smart phone and set it for video. "Now I've got my proof," he thought bitterly as he cracked the door open a little farther and began recording. As he watched, the Provost reached down and grabbed a handful of Sylvia's hair, pulling her head back. But something was terribly wrong, because Shale suddenly realized the Provost's lover wasn't Sylvia at all! He gaped in confusion for a moment, then suddenly jerked back, stifling a gasp. He knew who the woman was now: it was Perry's wife Camille!
He let the door close carefully so as not to make a sound and backed away. What he had witnessed not only surprised him, it thoroughly confused him. "If Solveig is having an affair with Camille, then maybe Sylvia has been telling the truth all along." But even as he felt a twinge of doubt, he recalled his wife's contemptuous attitude and unexplained absences. "I didn't imagine all that. What in hell is going on?" he wondered as he slipped out of the Provost's suite and back into the hallway.
He stood there trying to decide what to do next when he heard the sound of the elevator rising. A thrill of panic shot threw him: he knew he had to move if he didn't want to get caught. Quickly Shale darted down the hallway in the other direction, not wanting Solveig and Camille to find him if they happened to leave.
Then he heard the sound of footsteps heading in his direction, and when he heard Sylvia's distinct laugh he knew he had to hide. Frantically he began trying different doors, looking for one that was unlocked. When he came to an unmarked door with no knob near the end of the corridor, he pushed in desperation and was relieved when it opened. Slipping inside the darkened room, he let the door close; then he listened carefully, trying to determine where Sylvia and her companion were going.
As he waited he glanced around to try to figure out where he had hidden. At the other end of the room, light was coming in through a vent at the bottom of another door, and as his eyes adjusted to the semi-dark he realized that he was in a lushly appointed bathroom. "This must be the President's private potty," he thought irreverently.
Just then he heard Sylvia's voice again, this time accompanied by the unmistakable tones of Magnus Jefferson. The sound was coming from the office outside his hiding place. Shale tiptoed over to the door and got down on his hands and knees to peer through the louvers. He almost gasped as he saw Sylvia perched on Jefferson's lap with her arms thrown around the President's neck.
"I'm so disappointed," she was saying. "I thought we'd have the whole evening together."
"God knows I'd love to, but I have a meeting that I must attend," he said in his deep voice.
"At least let me give you a quick one," Shale heard her beg. "I love you pleasing you so much. Please, Magnus."
"Very well," he said, "but you'll have to leave in ten minutes so I can get ready."
"Ten minutes is all I need," she said huskily. With that she proceeded to slide off his lap and kneel between his legs. As she loosened his belt and pulled down his zipper, Jefferson leaned back in his chair.
The momentary hope Shale that Sylvia might actually be faithful had long since been dismissed, but learning the truth still filled him with anger. "So much for giving her the benefit of the doubt!" he thought bitterly. He grabbed his phone again and began recording through the louvers, knowing that this time there was no way Sylvia could lie her way out.
From his awkward vantage point Shale watched as Sylvia began to twirl her tongue around the President's exposed cock. Jefferson gave a deep groan. "Every time you do that it drives me absolutely crazy," he gasped.
Glancing around, Shale noticed that a mirror hanging on the office wall gave him a better view of what was going on behind Jefferson's desk. He focused his camera on that, all the while seething as he watched his wife fellating the university President.
Now Sylvia had the full length of her lover's cock down her throat, and it looked to Shale like she was making swallowing motions. He could hear gagging sounds coming from her, but she refused to pull back. Magnus gripped the arms of the chair and his back arched in ecstasy as Sylvia brought him closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly his knuckles turned white and he gave a loud groan as he ejaculated repeatedly into her mouth. When he collapsed back into his chair, she made a great show of rolling his cum around in her mouth before swallowing.
Bitterly, Shale recalled how Sylvia had spat his spunk into a towel the night she'd given him her "blow and go." The difference told Shale all he needed to know about his wife's true feelings.
Deftly Sylvia laved Jefferson's limp cock with her tongue to clean it before deftly reinserting it back into his pants and carefully zipping him up. Then she rose and kissed her lover passionately.
"That was wonderful, my dear, but now I really have to prepare for my meeting," he told her.
"I understand, Magnus. I'll get out of here for now. But I hate being able to have you only a little while at a time," she said fervently.
"I know, I know," he said, walking her to the door. "I feel the same way."
Now that Sylvia had left, Shale was eager to get away, but he decided it would be wiser to wait until Jefferson left for his meeting. "Just so long as he doesn't need to use the restroom," he thought fervently.
But before he could stand up and ease his aching knees, he heard a new feminine voice say, "Well, Magnus, I hope you enjoyed yourself."
In shock Shale looked through the vent again to see Margaret Jefferson enter the office through another door. He was even more startled to hear Jefferson's response. "I definitely did, my dear. That is one lusty young woman."
Mrs. Jefferson seated herself in a chair by her husband's desk. "I have to admit, she is a pretty little thing." She looked at her husband shrewdly. "You do know she's in love with you, don't you?"
"Of course," he said with a laugh. "That's part of what makes her so passionate."
Margaret looked at him sharply. "Just make sure you don't fall in love with her."
Magnus laughed again. "Now, now, dear, you know better than that. Besides, I'd never leave you."
She wasn't appeased. "You'd better not if you want to keep my father's support - and his donations."
"Don't be boring, Margaret. I know what I'm doing. For your information I'm just about done with the lovely Sylvia. I plan to break it off with her right after graduation."
His wife relaxed and stared at him. "Hmm, I wonder if I might be able to persuade her to give me some of that loving attention after you dump her. She is a pretty little thing, and I'd love to see what she could do with that talented tongue of hers between my thighs."
"I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere, my dear. I can assure you that that little minx is heterosexual through and through."
"Too bad," Margaret said, "but I suppose there are plenty of other choices I can find."
Jefferson glanced at the ornate clock on his Chippendale desk and stood up abruptly. "We're going to be late, my dear. Quick, do I have any semen on my pants?"
When she reassured him that he was clean, the two of them quickly left the office, allowing Shale to scramble to his feet with a groan. But the pain in his knees was nothing compared to the pain he felt at the bitter turn his life had taken.
When he was safely outside the building he grabbed his phone again and called Annika. "What happened, Shale? What did you find out?" she asked anxiously.
"Would it be alright if I crashed at your place tonight?" he replied in a low voice. "I'd really rather not go home."
"Oh, Shale, I'm so sorry," she said.
After another night on the couch, Shale went in to his office and looked up the name of a local attorney to handle his divorce. Now that he knew the truth about Sylvia there was no way he could stay with her. He was fortunate to get a quick appointment.
After listening to the situation and reviewing various considerations, the attorney promised to have the necessary papers filed the following week. She also gave Shale some advice about what to do to protect himself financially, and Shale spent the next few hours setting up a new bank account, transferring funds from their joint account, canceling joint credit cards and making the necessary changes to his insurance. It felt good to be taking action, but overhanging everything was the shadow of failure. His marriage had failed and his life as he'd imagined it was about to come to an end.
When he'd completed as much of the unraveling as possible for the day, he returned to his office because he had one last chore to accomplish before he went home to confront Sylvia. Once he had finished he started to head home, but Perry Ryan suddenly stepped out of his office and hailed him. "Hey, Shale, did you get all your grades turned in on time?"
Shale heaved a sigh. He'd hoped not to run into Perry so he wouldn't have to get involved in their marriage. But now that he was face to face with the man, Shale decided that he had no choice. "I guess if I'm really his friend it's my responsibility to tell him," he thought as he walked into Perry's office and closed the door.
"What's up?" Perry asked, curious at Shale's solemn demeanor.
"Perry, I was in Eric Solveig's office yesterday evening," Shale began.
"And how is the Provost?" Perry asked carelessly, but Shale thought he saw something odd in Perry's eyes.
"Perry, I don't know any way to make this sound better so I'll just say it straight out: Solveig and Camille are having an affair."
His colleague just stared at him, and Shale was surprised at his lack of reaction. "Perry, I know this comes as a shock; maybe you don't even believe me. But they didn't know I was there and I was able to get them on video. I can show it to you if you want."
Perry began to rub his mouth while staring uneasily at Shale. After a long moment he said quietly, "No I don't want to see the video, Shale. I know about the affair. I've known about it since it started."
Now Shale was shocked. "You knew about it and you did nothing? What kind of husband are you?"
A fire rose in Perry's eyes, and for a moment Shale thought the man was going to come around his desk. Then the fire subsided and he slumped down in his chair.
"Shale, Camille and I have $723 in our bank account. The two of us owe close to $150,000 in student loans. By the time I make the monthly loan payment, pay our rent and send in the car payment, there's hardly anything left over from my paycheck.
"Camille has her PhD, so you'd think she could bring in enough money to help us get by. But as an adjunct professor she only earns a few thousand dollars for every course she teaches. And this semester the university only gave her one course.
"So when Eric Solveig came to Camille and offered to get her on full-time staff next year in return for her personal services, what do you think we did? I hated it, but I went along with it because there was no other way out for us."
He stared at his desk, ashamed to look Shale in the eye. "Camille hates it too. She says Solveig is a lousy lover, but she's doing it for us."
Shale thought back to the scene he'd glimpsed through the door of the Provost's office. From the moans of ecstasy he'd heard and the way she'd responded, he didn't think that Camille had been acting, but he kept his opinion to himself.
"I can only imagine what you must think of me, and Camille too, for that matter," Perry continued.
"I understand how life can lead people into places where there are no good options," Shale told him. "All I can do is hope things work out for the best for the two of you."
He started to leave, and then turned back. "And don't worry: I won't share what you've told me with anyone."
As Shale trudged across campus to his parking space, he felt slightly sick to his stomach. "My life doesn't have any good options either," he thought to himself, "but I could never prostitute my wife, no matter how difficult the situation. Of course, I won't have a wife soon, so that's a problem I won't have to face," he thought bitterly.
It was late in the afternoon when he got to their apartment building. As he walked to the door, he realized he'd have to move before long. The place was too large and too expensive for him to live there alone.
Not surprisingly, Sylvia wasn't home, so Shale went rummaging through the refrigerator for something to eat. There was almost nothing inside; finally he settled for scrambling the last two remaining eggs. After a meager serving of scrambled eggs and toast washed down with the remainder of an old bottle of wine, he sat down on the couch and prepared to wait. He thought it was likely that she'd come home because the university calendar indicated that President Jefferson would be speaking at a fundraiser, and Shale was pretty sure that Magnus would have his wife with him, not Sylvia.
Even so, he was startled when the key turned in the lock and Sylvia strode in. She in turn seemed equally surprised to find Shale sitting there, but she recovered quickly. "I see the prodigal son has returned home," she said sarcastically.
"I don't want to cross swords with you, Sylvia, not now. I'm here because I wanted to tell you in person that I'm filing for divorce. You'll probably be served with the papers early next week."
She walked over to a chair on the other side of the room and sat down. Even given all that had happened, Shale couldn't help but notice how good her legs looked in her pencil skirt.
"And just what has brought on such a drastic step?" she asked coolly once she was settled.
Shale looked at her evenly. "No more games, Sylvia. I'm divorcing you because you're having an affair with Magnus Jefferson."
To his surprise she gave a derisive laugh. "You really are something, you know that? First I'm having an affair with the Provost, now you think I'm having an affair with the President. Do you know how crazy that sounds, Shale?"
"I was at President Jefferson's office last night. I saw the two of you together."
"That's impossible, she snapped. "You're making all this up."
Instead of replying, he walked over to the television and switched it on, along with the DVD player. Then he pressed the remote and suddenly the video of her giving a blow job to the President filled the screen. He let it run until he saw Sylvia smilingly swallow Jefferson's cum.
At first Sylvia simply stared at the screen in surprise; as she realized what she was seeing her face went pale. But when Shale stopped the video, she became defiant. "Aren't you the hotshot detective?" she sneered. "Are you proud of yourself: trespassing, taking dirty pictures, sneaking around like a peeping tom?"
"No," he said, "all I am now is curious. What happened, Sylvia? I thought we had a good marriage. I thought we had the same goals and dreams. How did we get to this?" he asked, pointing at the frozen image of Sylvia licking her lips.
"You really want to know?" she asked, her face distorting with anger. "Things changed when I started working for Eric. It didn't take long to learn how the people in the administration look down on the faculty. He would make little jokes about their quirks, their petty rivalries, and their obsession with things that didn't have any significance in the real world. To people in the administration, the faculty are little more than spoiled over-educated children.
"Then when I began to do work for Magnus I started to meet the real movers and shakers: billionaire donors who fund the university, captains of industry with big research grants to offer, government officials who need advice. Those are the kind of people that Magnus rubs shoulders with every day, while you're stuck in a dusty lab teaching bored students the difference between sedimentary from igneous rocks.
"What's worse, I realized you loved it all, that you would be content to bury yourself for the rest of your life. The closer I worked with Magnus, the more I admired his drive, his ambition and his influence. When we became lovers, I saw a way to get out of your pathetic little world and into something so much bigger and better."
Shale looked at her like she was some unknown specimen under a microscope. Was this the woman he'd married? Had all this envy and insecurity he was seeing now been there all along, or had it only come to the surface since they'd come to the university? "I guess it doesn't matter, either way," he thought sadly.
She shrugged her shoulders contemptuously. "If you want to file for divorce, be my guest. You're just saving me the trouble of doing it myself. All it means is that Magnus and I will be able to be together that much sooner. He's planning on leaving his wife right after graduation, and as soon as the divorce is final, I'll become Mrs. Magnus Jefferson."
He stared at her a moment. Then in a flat voice he said, "There's something else you need to see." With that, he pressed the PLAY button again, and now it was Margaret Jefferson's voice that came through the speakers.
Shale didn't even look at the screen; instead, he watched Sylvia's face intently. At first there was a look of disbelief as she saw and heard the conversation that had taken place after she'd left the President's office. As she listened to Jefferson's words, Shale saw her confidence crumble and shock grow in her eyes. When the video abruptly stopped, what was left of her composure disintegrated and she began to sob.
Shale stood up, ignoring her tears. "I'm leaving now. You can stay here tonight, but you need to be gone by the time graduation is over. I don't know where you'll go - that's not my problem." He picked up the bag that he'd packed and started toward the door, but then stopped. "However, I wouldn't recommend trying the President's mansion," he said bitingly. As he walked out the door, Sylvia screamed.
Shale drove back over to the graduate student dorm. When he knocked on the door, Mosa quickly answered and put her arm around him as he walked in. "How did it go?" she asked sympathetically.
"As bad as you would expect," he said.
Saturday morning was graduation day. The joke among the faculty was that the only valid excuse for missing graduation was to phone in dead. Shale didn't want a strike against his hopes for tenure so he reluctantly donned the required academic regalia. Wearing the golden yellow cape that designated Science over the black robe made him feel like some grotesque bumblebee, but tradition outweighed taste in such matters.
When he arrived at the university, the great quadrangle had been covered with rank after rank of folding chairs arrayed in front of a large platform erected for the faculty and speakers. Looking at the steep steps leading up to the stage, Shale could only hope that none of the new graduates suffered a spill trying to climb that last barrier to their degree.
The weather was perfect and the quadrangle was rapidly filling with friends and families. A small platform had been erected in the midst of the crowd with a videographer perched on top to make a continuous record of the entire ceremony. A photographer wandered about taking stills and candids for the university web site. Even in his dark mood, the spectacle still impressed Shale.
When *Pomp and Circumstance* finally played, the faculty marched in, mounted the stage and were seated. Shale saw Perry seated several spaces away, but the man steadfastly refused to look in his direction. Then the graduating classes followed, filling their designated rows in front of the stage. When everyone was finally in place and seated, President Jefferson rose to commence the proceedings.
Despite his contempt for the man, Shale couldn't help admire the way the President's opening remarks deftly wove tradition and formality together with a little knowing humor. "The bastard would make a good political candidate," he conceded. "Hell, that's probably already part of his master plan," he thought.
Next the President launched into an extended metaphor about the compact between student and university. "Today the students before us have kept their part of the bargain by fulfilling the requirements for their degrees, and we, the faculty and administration, have kept our promise by delivering a world-class education," he pontificated, pausing to emphasize his point.
In that momentary pause a shrill voice near enough to the podium to be picked up by the microphone shrieked, "You're lying!"
Some in the crowd tittered, and Jefferson looked around in amazement, unable to believe that someone had dared interrupt him. His hasty scan found no source of the outburst, so he tried to resume. "As I was saying..."
"You're lying!" came the scream again. "You didn't keep your promise to me!"
People on stage and in the audience began rising and craning their necks to try to see what was happening. Jefferson's head swiveled around again, and this time he focused on the photographer who had been crouching onstage snapping pictures.
Shale peered between two of his fellow professors to get a better look and gasped. "That's Sylvia!" he realized in astonishment. She was wearing jeans and a hoody with her long hair tucked under it, and with the camera in front of her face neither Magnus nor Shale had recognized her.
As the President gaped at her in shock, she stood up and stepped toward him. When she pulled the hood off her head, he gasped as he too recognized her.
"Sylvia, what are you doing? This isn't the time or place..." he started in a low voice, but the microphone caught every word.
With a cry of rage Sylvia lifted the camera over her head and smashed it to the floor of the platform. The lens shattered and rolled across the stage as the crash reverberated through the speaker system. The audience gave an audible gasp.
"I will not be thrown away like some unwanted toy," Sylvia cried.
The campus police had been stationed at the outskirts of the crowd at the start of the ceremony. Now Shale spotted several of them trying to make their way to the stage, but the aisles crowded with spectators impeded their progress. One of the officers managed to get near the stage, but Sylvia caught sight of him. Quickly she reached into the camera bag slung over her shoulder and pulled out a pistol.
"That's Annika's gun!" Shale realized with dismay. He'd forgotten all about it.
"Get back!" Sylvia yelled at the campus cop. "Don't try to stop me. I will have my say!"
The audience at the back of the quadrangle couldn't see what was happening, but those nearest the stage did and shouts began to ring out: "She's got a gun!" Like a wave receding from the beach the crowd scrambled to back away from the stage.
Sylvia brandished the pistol in Jefferson's general direction as she turned toward the audience. "He lied to me. He promised he was going to leave his wife. He said he was going to marry me!" she cried in a wild voice.
Jefferson stood there as if paralyzed, gripping the podium for support. Now the crowd had quieted somewhat, trying to hear what was being said. Hundreds of cellphones were held aloft as onlookers tried to capture a record of the spectacle occurring before their eyes.
Suddenly, to everyone's further astonishment, a female professor stood up, tears streaming down her face, and yelled, "He promised he'd marry me too!" Sylvia's head jerked around in surprise until she spotted the woman who'd spoken.
Then another female faculty member jumped to her feet. "He promised me I'd get tenure if I slept with him!" she yelled angrily, pointing an accusing finger at Jefferson.
Then a young woman seated among the graduating class stood up on her chair. "He promised me he'd write off my student loans!" she yelled.
The crowd gasped at each outburst, transfixed by the drama unfolding before them, wondering what would happen next.
As each new voice rose to join the other accusers, Sylva's head had swiveled back and forth as though watching some bizarre tennis match. Now she snapped back around to confront Jefferson. "You bastard!" she screamed. "You've been lying to all of us."
Jefferson held his hands out toward her and took a step in her direction. "You've got to let me explain, Sylvia. It's not how it looks."
"Get back!" she screamed, gesturing violently with the pistol. The gun went off with an enormous bang that echoed over the quadrangle, amplified by the speaker system. Instantly screams rang out as people dove for cover. Jefferson stood there for a moment with a shocked look on his face. Then he reached down and touched the chest of his academic robe. When his fingers came away stained crimson, his face took on a look of confusion; then he slowly crumpled to the platform.
From his vantage point at the rear of the stage, it looked to Shale as though the entire quadrangle was in motion as people tried desperately to get away from the shooter. Panic-stricken people fell over chairs and tripped over each other in their quest for distance and safety. On stage, members of the faculty shoved one another as they scrambled down the stairs at the back of the platform. Several of them were pushed off the side and fell heavily to the ground.
In all the chaos, Shale found himself trying to make his way to the podium. A voice inside him kept urging him to flee like the others, but his sense of responsibility kept him moving forward. "I've got to try to stop this," he thought as he stepped toward Sylvia.
She was crouched over Jefferson's body. "What have I done?" she kept crying to herself.
"Sylvia!" Shale yelled over the din, and the distraught woman looked over her shoulder at him. Then she caught sight of a security officer scrambling up the stairs on the other side of the platform. She glanced once more at Shale with an expression of resignation, then turned back toward Jefferson. As Shale reached to grab her, she slipped the barrel of Annika's pistol into her mouth and pulled the trigger. There was a muffled explosion and a sticky mix of blood and brain tissue sprayed over Shale.
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The story captivated the news media for weeks. The initial shooting and the panic it caused were sensational enough, but the story kept getting uglier and uglier as the investigations began. Not only had Magnus Jefferson been having illicit and inappropriate relations with employees and students of the university, but so, it was soon discovered, had his wife. Worse, many of those relationships were induced by offers of money or privileges; some had been coerced by threats of reprisals. Then it came out that Eric Solveig, the Provost, had acted as a sort of sexual procurer on campus, identifying potential victims and steering them to Jefferson or exploiting them himself. Those predations had apparently gone on for a number of years. Equally damning was the revelation that others in the administration had been aware of what was happening and had done nothing.
Desperate to try to salvage its reputation, the university demanded the resignation of virtually everyone in the upper level of administration. The trustees met and subsequently issued an abject apology on behalf of the institution. They also decided that Elliot Hall, the scene of such debauchery, should be torn down and another facility designated as the administration building.
None of these efforts, of course, were successful in limiting the scandal. A screen capture from the videographer's camera of Jefferson staring at his bloody fingers became the symbol for the "Graduation Day Massacre." The photo of the student standing on her chair became a meme for sexual harassment. Headline writers endlessly alliterated "president," "provost," "predator" and "pervert". Ultimately, the university wound up retiring those titles and switching to "chancellor" and "vice-chancellor of operations".
Knowing that a long trial could well keep the disaster in the public eye for years, the university quickly established a special fund to settle claims by the victims. Funding the trust wound up making a considerable dent in the university's multi-billion dollar endowment.
Shale's attorney was able to negotiate a special settlement with his employer. In exchange for a seven-figure payout, the university bought up Shale's contract and he agreed to leave the school. Shale couldn't blame them for not wanting to have him around - he would have been a constant reminder of that whole dreadful episode. For that matter, he had no desire to be an ongoing source of whispers and jokes on campus.
Shale also filed suit against Eric Solveig, but his attorney advised him not to pursue it. "It's not worth it," she told him. "Solveig's facing a number of suits and he's vowed to fight every one to the bitter end. A long trial will prove very expensive for you, and when it's over you'll collect nothing because Solveig's legal fees are going to turn him into a pauper."
"I hear what you're saying," Shale replied angrily, "but it frustrates the hell out of me. Besides, I wanted to get him on the witness stand and find out what really happened with him and Sylvia, to learn how all this crap got started."
The attorney looked at him shrewdly. "If it's the truth you want, I think I know a way you might get it."
A few weeks later, Shale was sitting in a conference room of the law firm representing Eric Solveig. In exchange for an ironclad agreement to drop his suit against Solveig and never to reveal anything said in conference, Shale secured an hour to quiz the former Provost. The latter, in turn, agreed to answer Shale's questions honestly.
As he faced his nemesis across the broad wooden table, Shale was gratified to see how old and worn the former Provost appeared. He responded to Shale's questions in a weary voice devoid of all hope. Shale felt no shred of sympathy.
When Shale asked him how it had all started, Solveig told him that he'd given in to temptation the first time when a doctoral student had offered him sex in return for a fellowship. The woman was both attractive and highly motivated, and before Solveig could respond she had his cock in her mouth. He loved the blow job, he admitted to Shale, but he loved the feeling of power her self-abasement gave him even more.
After that experience, Solveig realized just how much leverage he had over others, and when the next pretty supplicant came to see him, he didn't wait for her to make him an offer. When he spelled out the quid pro quo, she didn't even object.
Everything was going smoothly until the evening Magnus Jefferson walked into Eric's office unexpectedly and caught him in flagrante delicto with an adjunct. After the embarrassed young woman had fled, Solveig told Shale that he'd expected to be fired on the spot. Jefferson had demanded to know all about Solveig's little sexual shakedown. When he finished, the President shocked Eric by announcing that he wanted in on the game.
"But didn't anyone ever refuse or threaten to tell someone?" Shale asked.
Solveig looked at him as though he was an idiot. "Who'd take the word of a struggling academic over the President of the university?" he asked scornfully. "Besides, those people were desperate, and we had what they needed: credentials, tenure, scholarships, whatever. Nobody turned us down; in fact a lot of them thought it was a fair exchange."
Shale couldn't help curling his lips in disdain. But there was one more question he had to ask.
"What I really want to know is what leverage you had over Sylvia? How did you coerce her into becoming Jefferson's mistress?"
Solveig shook his head. "We didn't have to offer her a thing. She was the one who came on to him."
Shale could only stare at Solveig and clench his fists. He'd wanted the truth and now he had it. Was he satisfied? No, but the two people he was most angry with were beyond his reach. He decided he didn't care about the husk of a man sitting across from him. Solveig had nothing but a life of shame and misery to look forward to. Without another word Shale pushed his chair back from the table and left the room. It was time to let it go.
A few days later, Perry Ryan found Shale was clearing out his office. "So you're really leaving," he said. "I thought with the change in administration maybe you'd stay."
"No," Shale said, "the university wanted me gone and paid me handsomely to do so. Frankly, I'm happy to leave as well - too many bad memories here. But what about you, Perry? What are your plans?"
"I'm going to stick around. The settlement Camille and I got paid off all our student loans, so life is a lot easier now."
Shale looked at him out of the corner of his eye as he continued to pack. "What about your marriage? Are you two going to be okay after everything that happened?"
Perry answered quickly. "Sure, sure, that's all in the past now. Everything's fine between me and Camille."
The memory of the last time he saw Camille came to Shale's mind, but he suppressed the image. "Good, Perry, I'm glad to hear it," he said.
"So have you found a new position at another university?" Perry went on.
"No," Shale said, "I'm damaged goods as far as major universities are concerned. And to tell the truth, I don't think I'd accept if one of them did offer me a contract. I've had enough of academia to last a lifetime."
"So you're just going to go off and live a life of leisure, is that it?"
"No, I'm going to keep on with my research. I plan to use the money from the settlement to fund my own geological expedition."
Perry looked at him curiously, so Shale pulled a bound copy of his dissertation out of the box he was packing. "Remember my hypothesis about variations in the forces that formed the continents? Those variations help explain why different kinds of rocks and minerals are deposited unevenly around the globe."
"Sure, I remember," said Perry. "So what?"
Shale smiled. "In the past, people stumbled on ores and mineral deposits more or less by chance. But I think I can use my theory to predict where to look for certain valuable minerals, places where people haven't tried before."
Perry looked at him skeptically. "You're going prospecting for gold?"
"No, but something just as valuable: Europium. Europium is a rare earth element that puts the red in television screens and computer monitors. It has lots of other possible applications, but it's rare and only found in concentrations so small that it requires extensive processing to extract. Right now the largest known deposits are in China. But if my hypothesis is correct, I think I can find a new source of Europium ore, one with a much richer concentration of the element."
"It still sounds to me like digging for gold," Perry said with a smile. "So how long do you think you'll be gone?"
"I'm planning to be out there for six months," Shale told him.
The other man shook his head doubtfully. "Well, I wish you luck, but I wouldn't want to undertake something like that. Sounds like a hard, lonely existence to me."
Shale smiled. "Oh, I don't think I'll get too lonely."
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Shale gingerly made his way down the rock outcropping. The moon offered him good light, but he didn't want to step on a loose rock, or worse, on one of the poisonous reptiles that came out to hunt after the heat of the sun had subsided.
"I was finally able to get a signal," he said when he reached their campfire. "The helicopter will pick us up in the morning to take us to the next test site."
"Oh," he added, "I also got a message from Annika. She's back from her honeymoon now, and wanted to wish us the best." He sighed and looked at Mosa. "I still think she made a terrible mistake going back to Robert. I don't see how she can ever trust him after what he did."
Mosa shrugged. "I agree, but love makes people do crazy things."
When he heard that, Shale couldn't help thinking back to his last year with Sylvia. Mosa saw him react and immediately realized what he was thinking. Quickly she went to his side. "Oh, Shale, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up..."
"No, it's alright." Shale said, putting his arm around her waist. "Occasionally something reminds me of the bad times, but it doesn't happen often anymore. Honestly, I'm happy now."
The young woman drew him closer to her and asked archly, "And just is it that makes you so happy, Professor Stephens?"
He smiled down at her. "First, I'm very happy that I'm here with you," he said warmly, letting his hand slip down to fondle her supple buttocks. Mosa giggled. "And second, I'm happy to be about as far away as possible from any ivy-covered walls." | literotica |
Title: Forest Keep 47 by Shimrod
Tags: Dragon, Dragoness, Gryphon, Human, Mild Drama, Story Progression
Hi folks, just a few notes - Latest archive version is up on WWW.FORESTKEEP.NET Ive spent a month going over the story and changing the dragon/human thought speech into \*this\* Dragon to dragon etc will remain the same thank you all for the comments and donations - I do read them all and try to reply and thank using my somewhat flaky net connection this story is up to 342 pages now and book 1 will likely finish when cill clutches her egg..that means laying.,.not hatching..just to keep you all keen for book 2 (muahahahaha) Oh yes..there will be yiff..taking bets on who seduces who next!
Cheers Pete
Chapter 47
Tommy lay back on the bed as Shalla cleaned away the remains of their lunch. He was still partially stunned by the activities of the last couple of days. Surreptitiously pinching himself to make sure it wasn't a dream, he thought hard about what had happened.
Had he really made love to a dragoness? One who was even now humming quietly to herself as she bustled about? The memory of the night was a pleasant blur, but he definitely had the odd bruise where an over-eager paw had held him down. He could feel her pleasure in his own head and he marveled anew at the sensation â€" James had not been exaggerating in the least.
Shalla finished stuffing the remains of the breakfast into the pantry and slithered over to his side, nuzzling him teasingly \*So full of thoughts, my mate?\* she asked fondly. Tommy grinned and wrapped his arms around her neck "And very good thoughts too," he chuckled, giving her a kiss on the snout.
Shalla smirked, gently disentangling his arms \*I'm glad to hear it,\* she purred, \*but we have to clean up and find that errant brother of mine â€" I do hope he hasn't been causing trouble!\*
Tommy chuckled. "I think Tomako is old enough to look out for himself."
Tomako miserably made his way back towards the smithy, the Clanmaster's instructions still ringing in his ears. He had already tentatively tried to shift back into dragon form, and the crackling shocks that had racked his body made him swiftly realize he was unable to defeat the spell placed upon him.
"Stay out of trouble and learn what you can," he muttered to himself, repeating the instructions given to him, sullen anger fighting against the depression he felt. He had replaced the bandage on his thigh so as to deter human suspicion about the sudden healing.
Pausing outside the smithy he took a deep breath, relieved at feeling the flame ducts in his throat open under his control; at least he would be able to still fulfill his bargain with the Mastersmith and provide heat for the furnaces.
Stepping past the entrance he bowed a greeting to Desmond. "I'm sorry for my lateness Mastersmith. I, er... ran into some trouble last night."
Desmond's gaze swiftly ran down to the stained bandage and back up to his face. "Aye, I heard you rescued some lass from a nasty fate!" He gave a chuckle and reached back to tug Tomako's finished shield from the wall "Lad, you're a natural smith, this is one of the finest apprentice works I've ever seen â€" but if your going to be running off and rescuing damsels you'll be needing a decent sword at some stage!" Reaching beneath the table he pulled out a cloth-wrapped ingot.
"I've been saving this up" he murmured, dropping it with a thump onto the table and unwrapping it slowly, revealing the high quality steel blank to the dragon's hungry eyes. Desmond grinned. "We shall both work on it; you will need to practice on ordinary swords before you are able to do this metal justice. Would you like that?"
Tomako looked down at the ingot and back up at Desmond before nodding eagerly and reaching for his tools.
Osedax looked at each of the dragons in front of him and nodded slowly. "You are all aware of the problems facing us now." He looked sadly at Nakkour. "Tomako will learn quickly, and I shall release him when I deem him ready to resume his position."
Stepping in front of Nokala he pointed a talon meaningfully. "Teach him and James to fight in human form; if he can learn that, then it should go a long way to giving him the control they both require." Nokala nodded in agreement, not daring to say a word after the haranguing they had all received from the elderly dragon.
Osedax finally came to Carlina. "And you, my dear, have the hardest job of all," he sighed. "Use your contacts amongst the other dragonesses to find out who else besides Divitchka is behind the movement to find James and Cill â€" I know there are more and we need to find them and watch them!"
Carlina nodded, pausing briefly before raising a tentative paw.
"Yes?" asked Osedax.
"Zelafin told Mella that she was worried about Tekala," Carlina replied hesitantly. "She said he kept on sneaking off, and she was afraid he had found a mistress."
Osedax frowned and tapped his foretalons together slowly. "One so high in the council should not be partisan," he muttered, genuinely concerned. "You need to question her more closely in regard to this behavior!" Carlina looked about nervously and nodded her agreement, not wanting to upset the Clanmaster any further.
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Divitchka stepped slowly through the halls of the clan, his muzzle twisted with anger. The expression was sufficient to prevent any other dragons from approaching with questions. Where to start, he wondered? He looked up at the massive scroll covering the wall of the cavern â€" it named the entire clan, and blazoned in a prominent place were the names of the two newest members. Avoiding those hateful names he let his gaze roam slowly.
He had never paid much attention to his daughter's friends; looking back, he realized he could not bring to mind any specific faces or even voices. But then a sudden jolt of recollection sent his memory spinning down a particularly dark path. When they had just returned from the joining ceremony, his daughter had mentioned something about a new scent one of her friends had been wearing.
His eyes widened in horror as he struggled to recall the smell â€" Dragons were superb at identifying odors and the closest he could place the one she had mentioned was ‘human!' He had been too preoccupied with the ceremony to pay attention. A sudden pain made him realize he had clenched his paws so tightly that blood was trickling from between his claws. Along with the pain came the name she had mentioned that night â€" Eriga. With a snarl of hatred he found her name on the scroll and underscored it with a talon before sweeping from the chamber. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
Dougal carefully put his traveling clothes back into the closet and trudged back to the throne room deep in thought. Wards would not present a problem but the damage was already done. He twiddled his mustache idly as he entered the room. At least they would be able to stop any more unnatural couplings and there was no sign of any pregnancies so perhaps they had escaped the worst of it. Settling into his throne he realized there was something sticking into his rump. Bemusedly he rummaged down the side of the throne and pulled out a scroll he swore he'd never seen before, his eyes swiftly scanned the title and he sucked in his breath loudly, his eyes bulging dangerously before bellowing ‘Where is Lord Pepper!"
Pepper sat in his favorite chair, stared at the empty pot of honey-ale and sighed; he hadn't wanted to be made ambassador! What did he know about humans other than that they were clumsy and stupid? Idly flicking the pot with a fingernail he realized there was someone screaming down the hall. Heaving a sigh at fate, he closed the door, recognizing the yelling as that of the King. Things certainly had changed since the dragons had moved in. Shoving his fingers in his pointy ears to shut the ranting out, he suddenly realized it wasn't doing much good as with an abrupt crash his door flew in and shuddered violently when the red-faced monarch scurried in and shut it behind him.
"Y-your Majesty?" he stammered, sweeping the pot off the table and out of sight.
"Did you put this on my throne?" yelled Dougal, brandishing the ‘Thee noble Dragonne and Thee Egges' at the bemused elder.
"N-No My lord" replied Pepper, now thoroughly confused "I've never seen that scroll before!" Dougal stared at him a moment as if assessing his veracity, then slumped into a chair. "Then we have another problem." His eyebrows knotted together in agitation. "When we were talking with the dragoness, did you look - and I mean really look - at her?"
Pepper belatedly realized what Dougal was trying to get at and shook his head. "No my lord, I did not bring full sight to bear on her at the time. It may have been misconstrued..."
Dougal grimaced. Of course the elder was right, but if his suspicions had been borne out... "Next time you visit â€" take a good deep look at her. Tell me...and only me - what you find. Do you understand?"
Pepper nodded slowly. "Yes My lord" his eyes flicked to the scroll "Do you think...?' Dougal swiftly put a finger to his lips. "No one must even suspect!" he hissed. "Not even her, if she does not realize it yet!"
Pepper swallowed nervously "Yes, my Lord!" he said again. It seemed the safest thing to say.
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Katreen fluffed her fine wing-feathers out as she preened slowly. She was not a vain being, but she realized that she was certainly fine-looking and was aware of the interested gaze of several males within the tribe. Any one of them would be a worthy mate, she mused, yet they seemed too crude when she considered the human lord and his gentle touch. He was sensitive and intelligent and she knew she was stronger than him so he could not harm or scratch her during a mating. Her nares flared pinkly as embarrassment flowed through her at this thought. She darted a swift look at her brother as he moved back and forth talking to various visitors to their camp. Hoping he had not seen the momentary lapse caused by her musings, she pretended to look busier.
Ostensibly this dinner was merely to cement further friendly relations with the humans, and perhaps set up trading outlines. She swallowed nervously as her brother spread the word of the new treaty that was being negotiated among excited runners from other clans. The news was certainly welcome, and the fact that dragons had returned to the forest added luster to their tribe's importance as go- betweens.
There was also the disturbing problem of her lack of knowledge about human customs. Should she make a gaffe, it would no doubt reflect poorly on the tribe as well as embarrassing her personally. She paced up and down, briefly considering how to reduce the possibility of this occurring when an agitated runner arrived at the entrance of the den, bowing in submission before her brother Meron before being allowed to approach.
She paid little attention until she heard her brother's gasp of disbelief. Leaning closer, she began to pick out words that alarmed her greatly. ‘...disembowelled ‘humans killed by dragons...' Her eyes lidded themselves in shock, the protective membrane sliding down in response to her mood. Surely things could not have gone wrong at the keep? Stepping closer, she pushed her way to her brother's side, wanting to hear more.
The runner was showing a paw, raised talons indicating the number of bodies they had found. "Tthere was evidence of others but scavengers had cleaned up," the runner said, then cawed in surprise as Katreen pushed her way in front of him. "Tell me what you saw!" she demanded, feeling a sudden irritation at the way the runner's eyes slid sideways to her brother in a mute question.
"Tell her," replied Meron flatly. "She is our ambassador to the humans and dragons." The runner nodded and swallowed nervously "There was not much left to see, there was evidence of an armed struggle and both human and dragon blood was upon the ground. The humans were all killed â€" there was no sign of the dragon though. The smell of fear was strong so we did not stay long."
Katreen growled softly and swept out of the den. Surely the friendly dragoness she had met could not be responsible for this. Perhaps some renegade or interloper? How would this affect their relations with the humans now? She scratched idly at a tree, running her talons down it in frustration as she realized she would now have to ruin her dinner with such questions for Duncan.
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Caroline was doing some pacing of her own in her room. She had to admit that the elder's words had struck home and that perhaps Tomako had not intended to be caught in the middle of the struggle, but the damage was done and she was sure he was responsible. There were too many unanswered questions â€" and where was James? She was sure he would have been there to meet her - even if he was going to get married! Her fists clenched once more and she pondered hunting him down and demanding an explanation.
She walked over to the window and peered out through the slats at the bailey below; having lived in a pleasant estate for all of her life, the last couple of weeks had been a somewhat unpleasant shock. She had never wanted for clothing or food, but having seen ragged, hungry children and their parents had opened her eyes somewhat.
Now she had to tell her father about the occurrences of the last days. Narrowing her gaze she pulled a parchment from her pack and sat down, lips pursed in concentration as she pondered what to write. She would make sure this Tomako got what was coming to him!
"WHAT!?" came the message from his sister. Tomako flinched at the intensity of the mental scream, the sensation like little claws all down his back. On the private band there was no hiding the emotional content of the communication, and he felt her shock and shame at the news as if they were his own. "I leave you alone for a few hours and you not only tear up humans and ruin our reputation, but the Clanmaster himself punishes you??!"
Tomako could do nothing but try to withstand the tide of anger and resentment coming from his sibling as she vented at him. The Clanmaster had informed him that telling her was his responsibility, and to take the consequences as an adult dragon. He just wished she wouldn't be so shrill though, as he winced once more at a high note in her denunciations. Back in their lair, he stood with his head hanging in shame as she angrily tugged a sheep apart. Tommy had returned to the keep earlier, which was just as well as Shalla was in fine voice.
Finally running out of insults, she flumped down onto the bed and stared at her miserable-looking brother. "So how long are you trapped as a human?" she asked angrily, shoving a haunch into the fire.
"As long as he thinks I need to," replied Tomako quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I don't know if I can stand it! I feel so...helpless!" Wrapping his arms around himself he leaned against his sister who pulled away angrily.
"What will mother and father say?" she growled. "You've disgraced the whole family!!" Tomako bit his tongue as an angry rejoinder sprang to mind. He had rescued a female and survived an armed attack - it didn't seem so bad when he though of it like that.
"Mother has left the lair," he said quietly, watching her reaction. "She's staying with Nokala and Carlina."
Shalla's mouth dropped open in shock. Had everyone gone mad overnight?
"We should go and see her," he continued. "They know what happened, the Clanmaster told them.
Shalla's eyes flickered towards the portal and she nodded slowly. "I think that would be a good idea. We have a lot to talk about," she replied, trying to think of a way how to tell her mother about her new, somewhat hairy mate. She pulled the chunk of scorched sheep from the fire and chewed it savagely, glaring at her brother for a long time. Eventually she dropped the bone and sighed, pulling him into a tight hug. She felt him shake in her grasp and sob against her chest.
Standing slowly, she walked with him to the portal and sent the request runes to Nokala's lair. Eventually they both moved onto the portal and flickered out.
To be continued... | FSE |
Title: Chapter 3- Best of Me by Gear The Wolven
Tags: Fondling, M/M, No-Yiff, Plot Development, Violence (Not In Yiff)
(This is my second writing, ever, and my first in this great furry genre. Based on my character Gear, a 17 year old wolf trying to find himself. This chapter is for the most part yiff-free, didnt want to go full-throttle yiff every chapter (if anyone disagrees, tell me what you think :p) Thanx again to Imunalia for suggesting I remove the rape scene \*muahaha\* Dont hesitate to c&c (i need it) Just a plot builder, so here we go.)
"You faggot!" A high pitched roar rings in my ear, causing Hunter to stir. He looks up, then freezes. I can see a look of subtle horror on his face.
"Honey! I was bored to... death! Ya gotta understand!" Hunter pleads as the new grizzly's face grows more and more infuriated by the second. Another plump ursine who is obviously his wife, wearing a slim dress skirt and a white blouse taps her high heels impatiently.
"That is the fifth one this month! I won't tolerate it anymore, y-you faggot!" The female storms into the kitchen, then Hunter leaps up after her. I listen to yelling, glass shattering, then loud stomping. Hunter comes back over and glares at me.
"Shit! Damn. Boy, get yer stuff." He grabs a broom and heads back into the kitchen. I stare at him in doubt again, and I simply stand up and wait for him to come back out. I cower when she walks into the front room, still ranting; my tail between my legs as the enraged female passes me.
"Dhara! Listen to me woman! Why don't cha understand? Don't blame me!"
"I didn't marry you to be second to some, slut kid!"
"What? Well, I'll have ya know this kid, gave me better ass then you did in years!" Hunter growls before turning to me. He comes over close and opens the door.
"Jus get out of here, kid. " He shoves me out, and I almost fall on my face. I stand for a moment as the yelling continues, then walk down to the sidewalk. As I think of what I'm to do, I realize I don't even know where I am. With a crash, Hunter comes marching out.
"Shit, damn woman. Kid, get in the car."
"Huh? I thought we were-"
"Jus get in!" I flinch at his booming voice and obey him again. The drive is silent, except when he hits stuff going at top speed. Sitting perfectly still, I gaze out of the window, lost in thought. I watch in worry as the many, small houses gradually change to tall buildings, a majestic bridge, and finally dizzying skyscrapers. I knew we had driven for a while, but I didn't know exactly how far from home I was now. Hunter stops in a crowded spot in the city we've been in for a few minutes now. I gulp a bit, as this city is intimidating; I never thought I'd leave Rayed Town and end up somewhere in-
"Tsayet City, now out." Hunter motions to me to get out, but I plea with my most helpless look; my ears folded back and voice barely audible.
"I d-don't even know where we are."
"Sorry, kid. But you've messed up enough, jus get out." I painfully step out of the car and Hunter speeds off, leaving me in the middle of... danger. The suffocating trail of smoke rises ominously, passing stained windows and worn balconies of the many aged towers I'm at the bottom of. What do I do now? I don't want to call home; there's no point in that. Guess I have to find some place to go, again. I wander the metropolis for a few hours before resting from exhaustion. I sit on a shop windowsill and attempt to ask passing furs a few things. All I'm getting are disapproving glances, ignorant smirks, and even a few anxious looks; like the one Hunter had last night. Before I know it, the day is gone, and the dim streets are emptying; the orange glow from the lights casting an eerie glaze on everything. I grow worried since I've never been in the city, and I knew it wasn't safe. I desperately look for a spot or place I could rest for the night, knowing well I couldn't sleep from being scared. But seriously, I'll be damned if I actually got kidnapped, or raped, or robbed. It's just too likely to believe. I pass an abandoned apartment building, and catch sight of an empty, fenced parking lot between two buildings. I quickly run inside and regretfully, sit in a dry, trashed corner. I watch cars pass by every 30 minutes, hoping maybe Hunter would find me and take me back to his place. Yeah, right.
\*\*\* I tiredly open my eyes, and notice I have a shadow, in the darkness of the night. I look up into the shining moon, and a feeling of longing and loneliness sweeps over me. I try not to, but tears silently fall down my aching face. I never thought I would end up like this. Alone, tired, scared; where did I go wrong?
"Hey! You!" I hear a yell and I quickly roll behind a nearby SUV and look out onto the street from under the vehicle. There's a rottweiler, a shepherd, and a lizard waving towards a car that's backing up. The rear window of the Cadillac slides down, and a dark figure looks out at the lot.
"About time you whores brought something in. Give it here... Not bad. Okay. There's a hotel a few blocks down. Tell 'em I sent ya." The fur withdraws, rolls up the window, and the car speeds off. The rot turns towards his comrades and barks loudly.
"Damn, man! We needed that money. Some cheesy hotel won't last us forever..." The large dog waving his paws furiously at his unfazed friends in vain. The huge lizard steps up and snarls.
"Shut the hell up, Rick. We need a place to sleep more than money the boss won't let us use, besides, if we don't get him money, he thrashes us, dumbass. Now come on." The crew trots off in the other direction, and I wait a moment before stepping out onto the street. I never thought furs that young would make a living out here, especially with adults; but I shouldn't be surprised.
I try thinking for a moment what I could do, and the option of selling my ass is out of the question; Typhan still owns my heart and I can't bring myself to do it. There are more cars than earlier; maybe all of the pimps and dealers, hookers and bums are coming out. I slowly head up the street, not knowing where I'm going. I decide to steal something from a store nearby and crash in that parking lot. I turn at a crosswalk and step into a muggy corner store. I head right to the back, snatch a few honey buns, and quietly walk out. I pocket two, and open the third. As soon as I bite into it, I freeze when I feel a paw on my ass, then I hear a deep voice.
"You know that's illegal." Amazingly I brave it, and turn around. There's a tall, slim reptile with red markings on his face. Adult reptiles scare me, and I'm not getting a good vibe from this one, so I decide to turn him away.
"Look, I'm lost and very hungry, please don't turn me in, man." He looks unconvinced as he reaches for me, coming to grasp my shoulder.
"Why shouldn't I? You jus stole sumthing from that store. Well maybe I can let it slide. But you gotta do ssomething for me as well." I immediately know where this is going, so I play dumb. I take out a honey bun and hold it towards him.
"Ha haha! Are you sserious? Poor kid. You can do a lot better than that."
"I don't have any money. That's why I stole this. Uh, I'm sorry, but- aah!" The lizard reaches up and sinks his claw in my shoulder.
"You're coming with me, ssimple. As long as you follow what I say, I promise I won't turn you in. Okay, kid?"
"Hey! Seriously! Leave me alone!" I yell out, but I quickly shut my mouth when he digs his talons further in.
"You don't have a choice anymore. Sstart walking." He snarls quietly. I start in the same direction, and I know it's the right way because he doesn't claw me some more. But I don't want to leave with him...
"H-hey, guy, I really don't wanna go..." I mumble in his direction.
"Well, it's far too late. Bessides, how's your master going get he's money? Means you have to do what I say." I flinch at the sound of being called a whore; I won't believe I've grown up to be one either.
"Sir, I don't work for anyone, jus lookin for a place to crash for the night, that's all. I'm not-"
"You free, ya say? Beaut!" I breathe relief when he takes his claw out of my shoulder, but gasp when he grasps my arm, and starts pulling me along. I look over and think I hear him whisper something like, "Gonna have too much fun." Oh, god. I panic and contemplate for a mere second before kicking back into his ankle, hearing a yell, then dashing around the corner, hauling ass down an empty street. I look back and see him shoving the few people on the street aside as he chases me with insane agility. I run as fast as I can, and cut into a park. I dive into the brush and breathe silently, hoping he might lose me. I sit petrified against the base of a tree, crouched behind several bushes, and I peer through and watch as the reptile enters the park and looks around. He turns in several directions and I rejoice as he turns to leave. But he turns around one more time and... I see his tongue slither from his toothy mouth. Dread rises in me again as he approaches my spot slowly, his eyes narrowing to a slit. He pauses, and all in a mere second, he dashes at me; I have no time to move, half from shock and having been sitting down. As time comes back to normal, he has his claw around my neck and I am staring at his wicked grin in disbelief.
"Found you, wolf. Are you finished running?" I remain silent as he lifts me to my feet, looking me over. With another raspy snarl, he grabs by head and tosses me forward, and I fall on all fours. He comes over and presses my cheek to the cold ground, scanning the area to see if there's anyone watching.
"Please..." I plead, hoping not to sound hostile.
"That'ss sir, wolf." After a sharp pain and before I know it, I'm rolling on my back, clutching my crotch in pain; out of breath from not seeing it coming. He must've kicked the hell out of me.
"Get up, and sstrip." I crawl away a bit before getting up and looking for help. What have I gotten myself into... I try and leap across him, but he catches me, and I again watch as I'm forced into another fuck session I didn't want; since I lost Ty, life's been shitty. I'm shirtless, and my jeans and boxers are at my feet.
"Foreplay iss over." Dread rises inside of me as he slowly forces me on the ground my the scruff of my neck. As my chin comes to rest on the damp ground, my rear raised and tail aside, I inhale deeply and wait for a plowing that never comes. Yet, I jump and roll away as I hear a vociferous roar drowning out an anguished screech. After frantically pulling on my clothes, I look up to see the lizard's mangled form, but the other fur nowhere to be seen. What I can tell, is that whoever saved me, was large; the claw slashes covering my assailant are gaping. I cautiously walk over to the reptile, whom is hopefully dead. To my dismay, he's still breathing and moving slightly. I quickly make my leave, but trip as my leg is pulled out from under me. I look back and stare at him in disbelief; getting up and tugging my foot away from his claw as he rises as well.
"You-" He spits blood towards the ground and glares at me.
"Luck-ky bitch." I back away, but something forces me to stand ground, wanting to take advantage of his disposition. My gaze steels over and he looks at me questioningly, but reaches out anyways. I duck quickly and sink a fist up into his gut, pulling back then crashing down onto his head with my elbow. He instantly falls to a knee; only one knee alarms me. I hop back and send a boot towards his head; he grabs my ankle with no effort and I yelp in shock as he flings me towards a nearby tree, head first into one of the worn trees. There's a flash, then darkness. I open my eyes and try to get up feeling dazed and slightly warm in my head. I touch my forehead; my hand is covered in blood. As I stand and stagger the reptile catches me, wrenches my hair back with one claw and I watch the other plummet down towards my face before I'm knocked out again.
\*\*\* I awake and sit for hours, unable to move, watching the city glow with orange light from the sunrise, I'm feel quick pain for some reason; two small raccoons are tossing rocks at me. I bark at them and send them scurrying. Time drags on as the city begins to fill with furs and scales, busy with whatever their life brings them, I guess. I finally gather enough energy to stand, pull my clothes back on, and manage a loud whimper; again, I get no responses. Discouraged, I decide to yelp at the nicest looking person that walks by. When I do, I'm hoping to get the attention of this foxy feline in a white sweat suit, a red tube top, and glossy brown hair that perfectly matches her tan coat. I catch sight of her tail and a tuft at the end; duh, she's a lion. No wonder.
She looks over, lifts the hair out of her face and gasps. "Oh my god! Are you okay?! What happened?" I feel pain, matted fur, and wet all over; the mix of sensations becoming irritating. I poke at my head, sticky with blood, and I look at her with slight depression.
"Aww! You poor thing. Come on, I'll take care of ya!" She proclaims. Before I can object, seeing as I've been 'taken care of' once already, she's pulling me through crowds and across streets. When I start to worry my footpaws will not make the trip, she stops in front of a small market, with those slanted trays holding fruit. A typical mart, so I think. We walk inside, a bell jangling when the door opens, and we walk pass the counter heading towards the back.
"Hey, Ren! I got company, but don't touch a hair on his cute head! He's not a fag! Oh, I'll be borrowin some of ya clothes by the way." Another lion, a rugged one, wearing glasses looks from over his TV on the store counter with an expectant look on his face. He looks a lot older than this lioness gripping my sore paw, but he looks young in general. But his red mane strikes me as unusual; it gives him a wild appearance in contrast to his look. I just notice what she said and hope she's not volatile when it comes to gay furs; not my highest concern though.
"So, what's ya name, hun?" She presses a button to signal an elevator in the back of the store, then turns to me.
"Gear." I say quietly. I hear a snort, and she lifts my chin up.
"Lemme get a look at ya." She peers into my eyes, looks at my hair, then pokes my nose. "I'm Veran, sweetie. By the way, you're different than normal wolves. Even your eyes are violet." That's something I actually never noticed, but I did used to wonder why I was a different color. I heard whenever someone's brain is affected by something unusual, one's color somewhere on their body is altered, even If it's a strand of hair, or a full coat, like me. Everyday things from Down syndrome to unique interests in 4-legged animals are included. In my case, it's from me being gay.
"Anyways, you sure okay? You look terrible." As she opens her mouth, I interrupt.
"I've been walkin for days; Got a lil beaten up, that's all." I try to switch the subject.
"But your forehead looks bad-"
"I just got into a little fight. Nothing too bad." I think up almost involuntary.
"Well, I'm gonna look at that and see if Ren has anything you can wear, honey. Here we are." The elevator doors slowly part and we step on. An awkward silence falls and she shifts uncomfortably.
"You don't talk much, hun. You sure you okay?" She sounds slightly concerned, but exploring over all.
"I'm okay. Jus tired." I lie again because I just don't feel like talking. The elevator halts quite shakily and I clamber off quickly after she leaps off effortlessly. I find myself in a single room flat above the store, with one bathroom right next to the elevator. It's really hazy and low lit with a comfortable aura that makes me wanna sit right here.
"Here's home, hun. Jus crash on the couch there and I'll be right back." She leaves back towards the elevator but makes a right. I hear a click, glass sliding and then her returning.
"Here." She kneels in front of me and holds my hair aside, reaching down and picking up a wipe damp with alcohol; I know because I can smell it. She dabs it lightly at my head and I whine quietly, but she only presses harder. I sit in pain until she stops and plasters a huge bandage on my forehead.
"There we go, hun. Just don't touch or sleep on it for a few days okay? Now lemme see what Ren has."
She steps over and opens a closet next to the bathroom and flicks through hanger after hanger of clothes. Still a bit shy, I sit on the edge if the couch seat, hunched over.
"Hmm, too skimpy... Woah, that'll drive people away... where'd he get that!?... Eh, too preppy... Eww! He's a nerd... Uhhh, ah ha!" With an excited squeal, she pulls out a black, loose fitting, denim outfit that looks very expensive; Prada or something.
"Hee hee! He hasn't worn this in years! Uh, how tall are you, hun?" Last time I checked I was 5'8".
"Five foot nine, maybe. Dunno." I reply, being unable to help the hint of uncertainty in my voice.
"Aww, you cute little wolf," She says, scrunching her face and using a tone of voice my mom would use with my 8-year old sister.
"Relax. Don't be so modest. Ren's only 6'0". But this outfit is years old. Here, rid of those horrid things, and put this on." She glances away, looking busy in the closet. I stare at her for a moment to see if she looks, then I tear at the clothes, and rush to get the new ones on. As I'm pulling up my jeans, a soft paw slides up my ass, and yanks the base of my tail that forces a yelp out of me; I'm still sore from that damn bear unbelievably. My ears point back and I hang my tail low. She's figured out.
"Wait a minute. Is your- are you?"
"Yes he is." A gruff, but cool voice replies. Ren strolls in and I quickly pull up the jeans, button them, and stare at the floor.
"Ren! Who's wathcin the store?!" Veran growls fiercely. She sounds annoyed; she found out earlier than I thought.
Unflinchingly, with the same tone, Ren chuckles. "Calm down, I called in that beaver we hired. What? You're mad?"
"No! But this doesn't mean he's automatically yours!" Without notice, Veran pulls my face into her chest, hugging my head. I just remain as still as possible.
"Bah, denial is the first step, Sis. Just let him go. Heh, heh." With a sideways glance, Veran lets me go.
"Well, anyways! It's nice to meet cha, hun. I'll be back in a bit to look at your head. Wait a minute, if your tail is... that means you didn't get that injury from a fight. Are you really okay?"
"I'll be fine."
"Don't let Ren touch you!" She gets up, snorts at Ren, smiles at me, then disappears behind the elevator doors.
"Huh? Ooookay. So, wolf, what's your na-" I quickly interrupt him, wondering what's going on.
"What does she mean by yours? Huh? And I take it youre Ren." I question him cautiously.
"Oh, she jus meant I get to be the one to talk to you. It's jus we rarely have guests, don't mind our apprehensiveness. heh heh. And my name is Rhindare, Ren got short." His chuckling; it's humble and balmy.
"Anyways, what brings such a unique wolf like you to Tsayet City? You here chasing some big dream? Looking for someone? Jus sightseeing? Or you run away?" Saying that last one with some emphasis, I know he's figured out I'm running from my home.
"Uh, yea. I lost everything I cared for." I immediately kill the sadness welling up in my chest; I don't feel like crying in front of this mature lion, but I do miss Typhan already, too much.
"Whether you believe it or not, your family is the most important thing you have-" I know where this is going. "Besides your heart. I know that sounds cheesy, but it's true. If you feel it enough, it's gotta be what's right for you." It almost misses me, seeing as that is the most insightful thought I've heard for awhile.
"I don't mean to impede, but why did you decide to leave your family? What could've been so bad as to drive you away from your folks?" He gives me a look of concern and understanding that feels good. I didn't know where to start, but since he's gay too, I guess I'll just talk to him.
"It's my father. He's back from jail..." My voice breaks off and I have that same faint memory I have whenever I try to remember what he did.
I'm sitting on the floor in front of my father; he's sitting on his bed facing me, nude. I can remember him asking how school was in his deep, sultry voice. I even remember the scent of the black polish he was using on his boots. After this point it starts to blur. My father sets the polish down and his voice starts trailing off, but he's stroking himself now. He reaches over and picks me up by the scruff of my neck, and sits me down, crotch-faced, then strokes some more. That's all I remember, but it's obvious what happens. I tell Ren what I remember and he sits quietly for a moment.
"That's sounds like sexual harassment. I could understand that as the motive of your orientation now. But you said you don't recall any other instances of incest. Is that all you ran away for?" Ren questions, sounding like a counselor.
"No, I-I..." I feel my shoulders shudder a bit, but I try not to tell him. "I just had to leave. My dad took everything from me, I jus don't want to stay there."
"Oh. I apologize. I didn't intend to have you tap into such painful recollections..." Ren murmurs. His vocabulary for such a gruff lion is weird. I kind of feel compelled to talk more.
"You sound so smart. Why are you only working in a market in this run-down city?" I could tell he was sore inside from regret when his expression became forlorn.
"Sigh. It's a long story, but you sound like you want to hear it." He retires to the couch from his standing position and stretches out with his feet on the buckling coffee table.
"It was 4 years ago also, right out of a four-year college with an impressive GPA, believe me or not, heh. I wanted to teach at a school since my university was pathetic. With the schools that wanted me to enroll, I got them to support my effort, and amazingly, was granted permission. Everything was set; I got the job and lot of the students and teachers admired me. Remember, I was young, so there were many students my age. Luckily, I met a charming wolf, th- much like yourself," I tilted my head to the side when he said that. "And I couldn't get enough of this guy. Every chance between classes and after school we hung out; he was very intelligent also. After a couple semesters, when things were settling down, I was getting hate mail from some anonymous students, who were threatening to 'out' me since they thought I was helping Shadix's grades. We were forced to be together on the most inconspicuous level, which was on weekends. Well, one weekend, I brought him to my place, and we fucked. God, he was huge, nice body, and everything. He was rammin me when I heard something. Our relationship came to an end when we heard a camera shutter noise outside the window. I couldn't get up in time to see who the culprits were, but I already knew it was too late. And a couple days was all it took. I lost my job, and barely escaped the 'sex offender' title with a fine. The pictures weren't in the papers or anything, but the board of education got them, and they were shown to the judge and the jury in court. God, I felt bad. But little did I know that that was far from the worse. I had lost Shadix. His parents forbade me too even talk to him anymore, let alone look at him. Back then, I was very alone, so I was devastated when I lost my first boyfriend who I thought I was gonna be with forever..." Ren grows silent and stares at a picture of him looking more clean-cut with an artic wolf, with messy silver hair and gleaming white fur that was almost shining. They were hugging with the most happy, exhilarating look on their ice-cream eating faces. Somehow, I too felt the sadness from that and also fall silent, my thoughts drifting to Typhan again. He picks up the picture and holds it over his lap.
"Ch-chances like that don't come often, and I lost both. I lost hope I guess you could say, and decided to never gain anything worth losing, ever again." I watch tears trickle on the picture as he wipes his face and puts a paw on my shoulder.
"Don't waste the time and opportunity you have. Don't let anything slip away; it's not worth losing if you can help it. It's too late for me..." Ren shifts and moves to a nearby recliner, still clutching the picture and doesn't say another word.
"Trust me. I know the feeling..." I see him look over, but it seems he decides not to ask.
I sit in the warm room on the couch; the dripping of the bathroom sink is almost as annoying as the hum of the fish oxygen tank on the floor next to me. I look over and see a gameboy on the table; I watch Ren as I pick it up, to see if he minds. He looks up, then returns to his glum brooding. I sit back and cut the small thing on and cut the volume down. I immediately start tearing in the eyes. Typhan let me play one of his games back in elementary when no one else would come near me. Oh god, its Tetris. I end up playing it for hours. Between that, Veran has already closed the store, come up, and is now cooking something that smells very sweet. I ignore it for the moment; I'm finally on level 23 and all I'm getting are those damn L-shaped blocks. I barely notice Ren get up and walk over to me. Before I even notice, he snatches the game out of my addicted paws.
"Come and eat, play later." Ren says with a fatherly sort of smile that reminds me more of the smile I can imagine my love's Dad giving me; get my drift. I point my ears back and whimper a little, to see if he'll give it back; he doesn't and chuckles. Aww. Veran turns around, looking triumphant and licks a spatula with a huge grin. She's stirring some red mix with meat in it that smells sweet.
"Spaghetti! My own recipe. It's the best! Come on over, Gear." My ears fold back on their own this time as she ushers me over to the little stove in the corner opposite the elevator wall. A plate of pasta is shoved in my arms and she gently pours some of the meaty sauce on top.
"There ya go, sweetie." Veran sounding elderly with every new honey, sweetie, hun, and wolfie she calls me. I take my seat back on the couch and poke at the stuff before mixing it, and hesitantly trying some. Don't get me wrong; I've had spaghetti before, jus not sweetened. Yet, this isn't bad. The sugar and whatever the hell else she out in it helps the flavor. The meal is eaten in silence, while Veran rambles on and on about her bland escapades in the shop downstairs. Being done and bored, due to the lack of Tetris, I decide to talk a little. I want to know more about them.
'Uh, Ren?" I begin but stop when Veran groans loudly.
"Ugh, so he's taken a liking to you already, huh Ren?" She sneers playfully. With the same collected look, Ren chuckles again.
"Maybe you're scaring the kid half to death. Poor guy." Veran throws him a sideways glance and flicks some meat at him that he quickly bites out of the air. He licks his lips and gives her a toothy grin. She sticks her tongue out and turns her back towards him.
"Ooookay. So, what's you guys story? Where are your parents?" I asked, trying to sound attentive.
"Hee hee, Hun. I'm 19, Ren is 23. Our parents are probably retired somewhere." She says frankly.
"Actually, our mother is dead, and our father is still at home for all I know. We ran away too. Me in particular, for a reason similar to yours." He gives me a stern look and ignores Veran, who is pouting and sitting irritated under the sheet she just pulled from beneath the chair.
"It happened like this..."
\*\*\* It's been 2 days since dad's been home, and Sis is scared. I'm also worried, but I know he's gonna come back. I've been staying up every night hoping he would come, but he hasn't so far. I'm tired as it is at the moment, and I can't stay up any more. I put a pillow over her, and lay on it, staring at the door. He'll come.
I wake up to the sound of glass shattering, and Sis is already up, struggling to get from under me. As soon as she gets to her footpaws, she runs towards mom's room, but stops when there is another crash. She holds her paws to her mouth, shaking lightly, then looks back to me.
"Pwease, brother. Can you go and see what's wrong?" I flinch, but I know she won't feel safe until I do. I nod and creep around the corner, and edge towards the open door, yelling becoming louder as I get close. I peer in and see dad, I almost scream and run in to give him a hug, but I look at his face... He looks angry. No, he looks way past angry, something I can't name. He's smashing everything and screaming at mom, and I cower, wondering what's going on.
"Honey, please Leave Ren out of this. The school accepts him for who he is, and I will love him no differently. Why won't you?"
"Me and your father alike WONT tolerate it, and I think he should be sent to a damn public school! I'm not paying to have to keep sending him to the hospital every time he gets beat up!! He's a faggot."
"How can you say that about your son?! At this rate we won't even be able to afford to keep them in school, and keep the power on. The mortgage is too much and I can't afford to keep everything with my salary alone."
"Is that ALL you worry about damn woman!? What we can't AFFORD?"
"We won't have a place to live, honey. That's all I'm saying. That's why I've decided to move in with my father until I find a second job-"
"What?!" Dad roars in her face, clutching her arm and shaking her really hard.
"Stop! At least you won't have to pay anything!! All you do is blow it on alcohol!" He claws at her, but she ducks it.
"How DARE you leave and disgrace ME in front of your father?! Do you know how hard I work my ass off for this family?! You have no idea how blistered my paws are!"
"You're thinking about yourself, Rhindare!!"
"You!" He reaches and I see his paws close around her neck, Mom struggling.
"Stop Dad!" I had to do something. "You're hurting her!" I run over and tug at his huge arm, but I can't move it.
"Boy! Get the HELL outta here!" He hits me and continues to choke Mom. I feel my eyes tear up a bit, but I blink them back and bite into his arm, and he lets her go. She falls and coughs loudly, and I crawl over to her.
"Are you okay Mom?" She coughs some more, but slides me towards the door.
"Run away, Ren. Quick! Take your sister with you."
"Damn boy!" I look over and just feel Dad kick me in my face, the room tumbling around me, until the dresser breaks my roll. He walks over, growling and I cover my head, but he grabs me by my neck and back hands me.
"Daddy!!" I hear a loud cry, and I rub my eyes; Sis is at the door, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Veran... Come here girl. It's okay..."
"No!! Leave me alone!!" She screams and runs off.
"It's your fault... You'll learn, boy."
"Son, run!!" I see Mom pick up the lamp and bashes Dad on his head, him yelling and falling to his knees, holding his head. Mom grabs my paw, and pulls me along, snatching up Sis and we rush for the door. We all scream when Mom is pulled back.
"Mom!!" Sis and I yell. Dad grabs Mom, but she slashes at his face, and he roars again, but this time he swats her and she trails into the door really hard. She yelps and I jump at Dad in the way. Mom opens the door and nudges Sis out.
"Just go!" I look between Dad and Mom then run after Sis. Dad quickly chases me, but Mom grabs his waist. I stop and look back as he struggles for a moment, before raising his claw up high, and hitting Mom, her head colliding with the door and she falls, not moving.
"Mom!!" I go to turn around, but I see a puddle of something red, blood flowing from her head.
"Oh my god..."
"Come here boy!!" I grab Sis' paw and pull her with me across the street dodging a car that hits Dad with a loud noise. I look and see Dad rolling on the blacktop, moaning loudly, but I don't stop. We keep running until were at the school, quickly going and hiding in the playground. We sit, huffing and trying to catch our breath.
"Bwother, were's Mom?" She says, her little face looking worried.
"Sh-she's gone. Dad got her." I instantly burst into tears, burying my face in my paws.
"Don't cwy, Ren. It will be okay." She reaches up, barely able to reach my shoulder, but she pats me. I just look at her amazed. She is crying; but only where tears are falling. She is stronger than I have ever guessed. I hug her and we settle down, falling asleep.
\*\*\*
I open my eyes, and watch my sister's head, petting her lightly. I look out, the streetlights lighting the sidewalks and the sides of the school building, and out of another opening I can see the moon. I would usually hear a wolf howl when there is a full moon, but I never hear it. Then that's when I notice crunching nearby. I panic, but don't make a move, Veran waking up, but I cover muzzle, and sit still. The noise disappears and I relax a bit.
"You okay Sis?" I stop and stare as she looks at something past my face- Dad snatches me out of the slide and tosses me hard on the woodchips, splintering my paws and nose. I scrunch in pain, but he grabs me by the back of my neck again and walks me over to the car, leaving Sis there and pulling off in the car very fast. I sit as still as possible, until we get to another house. He grabs me around my neck this time and it hurts, but it goes away as he storms into the front door, down into a basement, and throws me onto the hard floor, in front another lion.
"This- boy!! I lost control. Damn!! It's your fault!"
"What happened?"
"Nothing! Mind yer damn business! I said I lost control..."
"Damn, sorry I asked..."
"Shut up, boy! Don't question me! Now, deal with that."
"But if he's your son, that's our brother and-"
"If you don't, I'll do it to you and force you on him!"
"?!... Fine, god..." Dad stomps out of the room and slams the door behind him. Another lion who looks just like the first walks in. "Whats with Dad? He's bitchin around."
"He claims this kid made him kill his other wife, and wants us to 'deal' with him."
"Wha? He's our brother!"
"I don't know. He's goin ballistic; you know dads. Its weird how they get angry outta nowhere, and go on a rampage."
"You didn't hear? Blaine's dad went berserk too, damn near killed him and his mom. But the thing is, its only us lions you see on the news with these tantrums."
"Yeah, like we need anger management or sumthin."
"We do! Well lets get this over with. I wonder why he'd make us do our brother, but as long as his ass is okay, I don't care."
"That's all you two are good for, sluts like your mom." Dad steps out from behind the two frowning lions, yet they remain silent.
"Go ahead you two..." I watch helplessly as the 2 lions stalk over, expectancy behind those bored faces...
\*\*\*
"By the time I got home, the hate for him almost drove me to run away the same night. But I wouldn't; in fear of him killing me or getting raped again." Seemingly losing his appetite, he sets his plate down and sighs. I think that let a lot off of his chest.
"Gear, get some rest. Looks like you got the couch, Veran is asleep. Lucky." He picks up the plates, sets them in the sink and pulls on the string hanging from the ceiling fan and the light fades. Only the light from the bathroom creeps into the silent room.
"Night, Gear." He whispers and throws a linen sheet he was sitting on over me. Weirdly, I didn't mind; it was warm. I watch him sit in the recliner and prop his footpaws up on the poor table again, reading a book this time; I turn on my side, facing the back of the couch and close my eyes.
It feels like forever, but I'm still awake. And due to occasional shuffling I hear, so is Ren. I can't sleep. I keep thinking about Typhan. I need to stop. I still cannot believe my father did that. I'd hit him with a car if I could drive... Feigning that uncomfortable-shifting furs do in their sleep, I turn to face the ceiling, hugging a pillow to my chest. I decide watch Ren, and close my eyes a little more when he shuts the book and rises out of my view. I watch his mature waist as he seemingly floats over on his masculine legs; gentle strides that keep my attention. He stops right next to me, and I gasp, holding my breath. I wait motionless, anxiety freezing me completely. I just notice his paw reach down and caress my torso for a moment, before sliding up and rubbing my chest. The warmth invokes a comfort that is pleasing; I force myself to stay silent just enough to fake a, 'mmrrrrr' in my sleep. Actually, its real, I just have to make him think I'm sleep. I can almost feel him beaming down on me, and I try to shake the satisfaction I'm getting from all of this; I love someone already. I can't rid the interest I have in him. My mind races as his paw remains on me, gradually moving downwards and I try not to panic; I'm supposed to be asleep. I'm literally screaming in my head as his claw jerks at the button on my jeans gently, before slowly tugging my zipper down. He pats my waist a few times, I guess to see if I'll wake up, then forces his paw under my boxers, warm pads brushing over the slight erection in trying to stop; like I can actually control it. He scritches my chest with his other claw as he paws at my sac, squeezing a few times before giving my cock a quick yank. I force myself not to lurch forward and thrust into his paw, waiting until his paw withdraws and listenening closely until I hear the clanking of the elevator as it descends. I open my eyes and sigh, taking in what just happened before turning over and trying to sleep.
\*\*\* A persistent paw violently shakes my hip, and I moan as I sit up. Wiping my sweating face, I take off the warm, now drenched denim jacket; exposing my cramped torso. The air felt cool on my body, as heated as it is.
"Finally up, are you? You sleep like a bear, hun." Veran grinning brightly in my face.
"Come down to the store, grab something, then find something to do in the city. Today's stock, it's gonna be busy and I know Ren is gonna try and make you work." Actually, I'm not disappointed I have to leave now cause I don't gotta carry anything now. Besides, I don't wanna see Rhindare's face after last night. I didn't think he would do that...
"I think he wants to see you work up a sweat, really." She says with a furtive look, then leads me to the elevator. Nearly breaking my neck getting off the hazardous elevator, I play it off and grab the closest glazed honey bun. Gripping the shelf, I lift myself up. I wave he bun in the air to show Veran, then cautiously walk out of the mart, past the moldy fruit trays into the chaos that is Tsayet City. | FSE |
Title: Pink Personal Hell and Altering Fate by Digitalpotato
Tags: Alternate Reality, Celestia, Earth pony, Equine, Female, Fluttershy, Horse, Human, Humor, MLP, Male, My Little Pony, No-Yiff, Odd Couple, Pegasus, Pinkie Pie, Pony, Princess, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, SFW, Transformation, Twilight, Twilight Sparkle, Unicorn, alicorn, luna, slice of life, tf, travel
**Pink Personal Hell**
That pink thing from another world showed up in my room one night. It was a freak electrical storm - in the middle of winter. Sounded like a recipe for some kind of disaster, but there weren't any mad scientists trying to make monsters from pieces of peoples' dead bodies. (That I knew of)
Instead, something else appeared in my room. Something that looked like a small horse woke me up. Like the kind you sometimes see as seeing-eye animals - except pink and with an even darker pink mane.
"Hello there, my name is Pinkie Pie. What's yours?" the creature asked.
I then proceeded to jump so high; there is still an outline of me on the ceiling. (also I'm still finding bits of plaster in my bed much later.) The horse proceeded to laugh at me after I fell right on down onto the bed, stars orbiting my head.
"You're funny," The horse said, rolling on her back, "You hit the wall. Like mega boom!"
I pinched myself - I had to be dreaming. Unfortunately it hurt. And then the horse jumped right up on the bed; hoof pushing right on down in my stomach.
"Ooops, sorry. You're super-squishy, you know that?" The horse said.
"Get off my stomach!" I grunted, sitting up, shaking plaster from the ceiling off my face.
"Oooooh you have a comfy bed!" The horse said, walking around in circles on my bed, "What's this made with?"
"What in the hell are you doing here?" I finally asked, sitting up.
"I just found myself here. I'm Pinkie Pie, remember?"
"Uhm...no I don't...but where did you get in my house from?"
"I just found myself in here, of course," the horse that called herself Pinkie Pie responded.
I somehow managed to sleep, despite the hyperactive horse inside my room.
\* \* \*
I walked back in from school. Hoping that was nothing more than a bizarre waking dream of finding a horse that ate all my sugar pop-tarts inside the house. When I opened the door, I was suddenly assaulted with a strangely sweet smell. Something that smelled like a pastry being made of some kind.
"What the heck?" I asked, walking into the kitchen, "I didn't bake a-"
My mouth dropped. In the kitchen was Pinkie Pie again. She seemed to have been making a cake...somehow. Don't ask me how she managed to get it in the oven without burning herself or making a huge mess.
"I made a cake for you. It's boring in here - I had to do something. So I made a cakey-cake."
"Where the heck did you get the ingredients?!" I finally stammered.
"You had them laying around the house. You should use them more - those eggs were old. And the frosting is great, anyways!"
"How the heck did you do this?!" I asked, walking closer and looking around.
"I do it all the time!"
"...How am I going to explain this?" I asked as I picked up a spoon, "Look, there are teeth-marks all over it!"
"Well sorry, I'm not a unicorn so I can't exactly move all these things that easily. Oooh! The cake's ready!"
She dashed over to the oven, opened it, and took out a cake after squeezing my oven mitts on her front hooves. Giggling, the horse placed it on top of the stove and then closed it. Somehow, without damaging the cake, she hopped up and hit a button on the oven.
"Boy, your house is like a minotaur's. Everything's so big!" Pinkie Pie giggled, "So what's your name?"
"I think the better question is, what on earth are you doing in here? And why are you even here in the first place?" I asked the horse.
"Oh, that's simple - I just found myself in here last night, and then you hit the ceiling. Then I found all those sweet things you had and then made myself at home because I'm not going to be leaving anytime soon."
My hand hit my face. Oh lord...of all the roommates in the world, I get one who is not only not human, but insane to boot.
"And why won't you be leaving anytime soon?" I asked.
"Ugh! Look out there!" Pinkie pointed to the window with one of her hooves, "It's too cold out there. It's drab! It's so boring! And everyone else is so boring too! I turned on that scrying device of yours and everyone else is so boring, too."
She turned to face me as she continued to speak, describing what I think was the television.
"I saw someone talking about how her husband was cheating on him. She was all, 'oh my goodness why are you having an affair? Who was it John, who is she?'" When she imitated the TV, her curly mane straightened completely.
"And then, John describes it as his sister in law's cousin's brother's niece's friend's roommate's brother's daughter." Pinkie pie's mane fluffed back up again, "And then she says, 'You mean Sally'? My goodness, you have a lot of depressing stuff in this world. No wonder you need some laughter to brighten things up! Let's frost this cake!" Pinkie pie finished, taking out the frosting and spreading it over the still warm cake.
I just stared at this, flabbergasted.
"If you'll excuse me," I said, "I need to go do something in my room."
"Oh! You have all this disgusting bits of stuff on your floor. It tastes like cardboard! Pleh!" Pinkie Pie said.
**Altering Fate**
The blue and black unicorn sat inside the room inside the Canterlot palace. He still looked around a bit nervously, fidgeting a bit. As if he wasn't used to being inside such a fancy place, despite having been in there. He was still nervous as heck. He even sat a bit uncomfortably, fidgeting around to find some comfortable position to sit.
What also wasn't helping the unicorn out was the figure in front of him. Princess Luna herself, keeping the same appearance as Nightmare Moon. The alicorn towered over the smaller and younger unicorn, and always seemed to have a stern look on her face. She still kept looking at him with eyes of the night.
"Now, Nickel Steel," Luna said, looking right at him, "What do Cutie Marks mean?"
The stallion stuttered a bit, before finally producing his answer.
"A...A Cutie mark is something that sets a pony across from what a, apart from what others, from others!" the unicorn said, "They're born without it and gain it when they become older."
The alicorn nodded at the answer.
"Very good," she told Nickel Steel, "And what can you tell me about your cutie mark?"
He looked over to his flank, where his cutie mark rested. It was a black spell circle - something that he had been told from a similar unicorn meant an aptitude at magic. Even then he still couldn't exactly understand its justification.
"It's a spell circle," Nickel said, looking back at the alicorn, "It means that I'm-it means that I'm good at magic like Twilight Sparkle."
"Also good. You really are figuring this out. Now, a second question. What are common symbols for your other equine brethren. What are common symbols for Earth Ponies?"
"Uh-Music notes! no! I mean...rocks?"
Luna simply looked at him. He had been incorrect.
"INCORRECT," She said in her royal voice, "THE MOST COMMON SYMBOLS FOR EARTH PONIES ARE FOODSTUFFS OR PLANTS. MUSIC NOTES ARE COMMON AMONGST ALL THREE KINDS, NOT JUST EARTH PONIES."
The force of her voice flew the unicorn back a little, no longer knocking him over after he had learned to brace himself for the royal voice. Every time he got an answer wrong, Luna would correct him in her royal voice. While it may have been a little cruel, the others couldn't help but wonder if Luna might have been doing this for amusement.
"Now," Luna reverted to a normal voice, "What are common symbols for Pegasi?"
"Weather-related," Nickel Steel said.
"Correct," Luna responded, "Now, for Unicorns?"
"Magic symbols or astrological things?" Nickel Steel guessed.
"I will give you that, you are close enough," Luna said, "I believe this is enough for today. Night will fall within a few hours. Next, you will learn how to properly use your magic. Do not worry, for Twilight Sparkle will be helping you there."
Nickel Steel tried to look up at his horn, squinting his eyes a bit before giving up. He had already attempted to do some of that magic, which lead to himself instead getting pinned on the ceiling at first, and then spraying himself in the eye with an orange.
"Do not study too hard that you get no sleep in the night," the royal alicorn said, walking towards the exit of the room, horn glowing as the door opened. "You do not want to be tired."
The royal pony left the room, leaving the door open as if to invite the unicorn to explore the rest of the palace. However, like he did all the time, he never seemed to pick up on this cue at all. Time after time, he simply stayed within the small vicinity of the room he had been given in Canterlot.
Princess Luna quickly walked towards the throne room, where Princess Celestia was there, waiting for her. Several other guards had also waited, standing at attention.
"How is he coming along?" Celestia asked Luna.
"He will soon learn. When do you think he is ready to be sent to Ponyville?"
"Depending on how he learns to use his magic, I would say perhaps the very next day. Living in Ponyville has done wonders to Twilight Sparkle and the others."
"Perfect, I know he has people waiting for him there. Before you inquire, I have left his door open once again. He never seems to have picked up my little hint that he is to explore the palace. Nickel Steel still sits like he has forgotten to walk and stumbles on stairs," Luna said.
"He'll never learn if he simply hangs around that room...perhaps he needs a little guidance."
"Not the crystal empire. Definitely not that."
"I would not dream of making him walk up or down so many stairs," Celestia said, "Shining Armour and Cadence still wonder to this day why Sombra felt the need to place so many stairs in the palace..."
"Them and everyone else."
**Pink Personal Hell**
"Wake up!" The high-pitched voice said, "I made waffles!"
"MMRGPH," I grumbled, looking at the alarm clock nearby, pressing on the light. It read 6:25 AM, and it was still dark outside.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" I pulled the blankets over my head, "I don't have to be up for another hour!"
"If you do that you won't have any time to eat anything! Especially not the waffles I made for you! They're good! Come on!"
"Sleep is more important," I mumbled.
I thought I won for a bit, until the lights turned on and my comforter flew right on off the bed. What the hell, it was so cold! I instinctively rolled up a bit, hissing as the light hit my eyes. It burned! It burned! You never wake people up when they're asleep unless it's really important.
"Come on, up up up!" The voice said, as the horse from hell jumped on the bed, bouncing me around.
"AGH!" I shouted again, "What the hell is your problem?!?"
"I'm just trying to bring a little more cheer into your life," The equine said, bouncing me around a little more and sending up some more clouds of plaster stuck in the bed, "And give you a better chance."
"You can give me a bit more cheer in my life if you simply left me alone!" I grumbled.
"Come on!" Pinkie Pie said, hopping off and bouncing a little more, "Breakfast awaits!"
I grumbled, and thought it might have been a little less bothersome to simply follow her to the breakfast table and eat something. Maybe I can get some extra sleep before school. Inside my head I was thinking about hurting her in some way, but you know those angry "I got woken up at six-in-the-morning" thoughts.
**Altering Fate**
"Rise and shine," A polite voice greeted in the room.
Nickel Steel was still asleep on his back in the bed. He turned his head over to where the voice was and spotted a somewhat familiar purple unicorn. Her horn glowed a pinkish colour as the blankets moved.
"Eep!" Nickel Steel said, instinctively curling up again.
"Oh come on, there's no need," The unicorn calmly said, "Did I scare you?"
"A little, I'm not...well, used to being woken up quite like this before."
"Well, we have a day ahead of us, after all. I hope you slept well," The unicorn said, "Come on, they're waiting for you."
Nickel Steel climbed out of the bed and followed the unicorn out of his room. He wasn't looking forward to the stairs, having had a bit of trouble with them already. Thankfully, he was getting a little better there, as he didn't lose his balance at all, walking down the stairs.
"It's kind of funny how you had so much trouble with something as simple as that," the other unicorn commented.
"Well, that was kind of a big one after all," Nickel responded a bit sheepishly. (Almost sheepishly enough to baa his answer towards the other unicorn) "Err...I was told by Princess Luna that you're supposed to be helping me?"
"Of course," the other unicorn said, "Magic is my specialty after all. You already are picking up quite a bit of the basics."
"Last time I tried to use magic I sent an orange in my eye..."
"Oh come on," Twilight turned around and smiled, "We all make mistakes like that. Why...I once tried to teleport my friend Spike across the room and sent him flying in between two portals until I rescued him."
"I still don't think I'm really good at it..."
"Oh come on, don't doubt yourself," Twilight said, "You already have a magic cutie mark. You'll get better, but I can say this...your new friends have quite the celebration planned to welcome you to Ponyville!" she even said it in a sing-songy voice, too.
Nickel Steel looked around the room as he was lead into the hall where breakfast was waiting for him, as well as several others. A few guards gave a little look to the pony shuffling his hooves on the ground, but then went back to their duties. Another unicorn even shot him a bit of a look, before turning back to his own meal.
He didn't really feel like he belonged there at all. The guards at least didn't voice any opinion, or shoot any dirty looks, but he assumed that was their job. Meanwhile, a few other nobles, such as the white unicorn seemed to look at the awkwardly walking pony with disdain. Even if he never got such a look from any of the princesses, it didn't exactly make him feel welcome inside Canterlot at all. (Even if Twilight told him that Prince Blueblood tended to do that to everypony)
"What if I don't fit in, though..." he mumbled to himself, "It won't be that much better than here..."
**Pink Personal Hell**
I was...very surprised at what I saw. Somehow, the horse managed to prepare quite a large and delicious looking breakfast for the both of us. I don't think I had ever seen Belgian Waffles that pristine since...well, I turned on the food network and saw belgian waffles being prepared by a chef and modeled by a food stylist. I could even smell the syrup and the butter that had been spread - wait, when did I get butter? I only had cheap-ass Country Crock spreadable butter.
The waffles seemed to be in a perfect formation, too, apart from rounded corners that one would expect from such a delicacy as a thick Belgian Waffle. A perfect square exactly as long as it was wide, with similarly perfect squares making up the grooves of the waffle. Over almost every waffle there was another square of butter, already beginning to melt over the warm waffles.
The only thing that tainted such a pristine image of these waffles was the syrup - it had not been put on yet. And even then, it wasn't stored in one of those fancy containers. Pinkie Pie just bit the container shaped like Ms. Butterworth and dragged her over to the table, standing her up. It did sort of ruin the image, but either way, maple syrup was maple syrup.
"How did you make this?" I asked, looking around at everything.
"Not hard after all!" Pinkie pie said, "Dig in! There's plenty for you!"
"Exactly where did you get everything for this?" I asked her, still somewhat skeptically.
"From Ponyville. Earth Ponies make the best food ever. Hey, you should even make a Kway-sa-dilla for dinner!"
"A what?"
"A Kway-sa-dilla! I even got some of the cheese from Equestria too! It's such a nice kind. Well dig in before it gets cold!"
"And what if it's spiked? I'm half expecting that powdered sugar to be crack cocaine," I said.
"Would I eat it if it had this crack cocaine on it?" Pinkie said, nomming a waffle down right in front of me.
"...I'm half expecting you to be ON crack cocaine already, so what difference would it make?"
"Come on, eat it! I'm trying to be nice here."
She did have a point after all. I finally decided to bite the bullet, sat down, and took a bite of the waffle. To say that I wasn't surprised was an understatement. I have eaten waffles from some great places like IHOP or Egg & I before, but this was like them cranked up to eleven. Heck, that cake from yesterday was good (and I was probably going to have some for breakfast...) but this was different.
"Well how do you like it?" Pinkie Pie asked.
"This is amazingly good," I said, "Wait, you seriously got this from Equestria? It's gotta have some kind of drugs in it."
"Nope!" Pinkie pie said, bouncing around, "it's all Equestrian Flour!"
\* \* \*
I had to wonder why I even bothered to try and tell anyone that my home appeared to have been infested by a little pink pony. I try and mention it and everyone has to wonder if I'm sleepwalking or not or if I'm just smoking something. I even show a picture of the equine I snapped with my phone and they think I'm joshing them.
So eventually I just gave up before I found myself getting sectioned, really. People already gave me weird enough looks. Nobody seemed to care about me at all, I kind of didn't have that much of a place here. Sorta just that guy in the back. The one nobody really cares about and who sort of orbits around all the other circles.
I almost failed a group project because they made no bloody effort to contact me at all. Damn people....ugh.... Almost all the time I had to do the work myself. It certainly didn't help when I was attempting to do the work and Pinkie Pie hopped into my room and told me I needed to take a study break.
**Altering Fate**
"Places everyone places!" Pinkie Pie said, "Our new friend is coming soon!"
Sugarcube Corner was being prepared for a party, to welcome the new pony to Ponyville. Almost everyone was there though Rarity would be arriving fashionably late as usual. Some people were already talking, speculating on what this new pony would be like.
"Hope he doesn't piss off Draco over there," a pony said, "Or get him so excited he nearly wrecks the place."
"HEY!" A red alicorn with a white mane said.
"What, it's a friendly jest."
"'Ey! Beats!" Stay away from the food! That's for everypony!" Rainbow Dash ordered.
"Aw come on," A rather rotund unicorn said, "It's so tasty..."
"We don't want you eating every single thing before everyone can even get to it," She said.
"Fine," Full Beats said plopping down on the ground with a loud THUNKing noise, still keeping his eye on the food. However, plenty of other ponies kept their eyes on the yellow one with the cornucopia cutie mark. He loved to eat, for sure, something he was known for in ponyville.
"Say," Rainbow Dash looked around, "Wasn't Zecora also invited?"
"Guess she chose not to come, maybe she was busy," a yellow pegasus hazarded a guess.
"Shame," Pinkie Pie said, hopping over, "He reminded me of her somewhat."
"ACH! BEATS! GET OUT OF THE CIDER!" another voice shouted, bringing attention to a corner, where Applejack had set up a tub of her family's famous cider, where the gluttonous unicorn was standing, chugging from a rather large stein full of cider that he had levitated with his magic.
"What, you said don't touch the food, what if I'm thirsty?" he asked.
\* \* \*
"See that?" Twilight said, "That's Sugarcube Corner."
Nickel Steel looked up at where Twilight seemed to gesture. It was a building that looked almost like a cottage made out of gingerbread, with a cupcake loft. So that must have been where Pinkie Pie lived, huh? He wondered if she tried to eat the house at one point.
"No, it's not actual gingerbread," another voice said, "Sides, gems are tastier anyways...I wonder if they have some."
"Oh I'm sure they do, Spike," Twilight said, "After all, you're one of us, too. Why would they forget you, after all?"
"Yipee...say, is that Rarity?" The dragon said, before smiling.
Nickel looked over at Spike, before following his eyes to another unicorn. Seemingly the only person in town who was out at the moment. Apart from wearing a rather expensive looking getup, she looked to be what Nickel would have thought of as being a classical unicorn, apart from her purple mane. Pure white fur, and a similarly pure looking white horn. She looked over at the three, and smiled, walking over to them casually.
"Why Twilight, I'm glad I'm not...too fashionably late," the unicorn said, "You must beh our new friend - Nickel Steel, was it?"
"Uh, yes," Nickel said, shying away a little bit, but not breaking eye contact.
"I'm Rarity," She said, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I do quite like being the centre of attention but this is really your day."
"Nickel Steel but you know that, it is a pleasure to make yours too," Nickel said, trying to bow somewhat but accidentally kissing the ground when he brought his head too low. He didn't want to make a scene, so he spat the dirt back out on the ground.
Twilight chuckled a bit before giving the blue unicorn a nudge in the side. Nickel jumped up again, thankfully having removed all the dirt from around his muzzle before Rarity could chuckle at him or comment anything about the dirt. To him, she looked just like some of those fancy ponies from Canterlot. Except someone he might actually want to talk to, who didn't seem to regard him as some lesser being.
"They're waiting for us," She said, "Come on, let's all go in together."
"I'd love to escort you into his welcome party," Spike said in a dreamy voice, small hearts floating around his head as he stared at the white unicorn.
"Aww you're such a gentleman, Spike," Rarity said, "Let's go, we do not want to keep them waiting."
"Yeah, or Full Beats will eat all the food again," Twilight said.
\* \* \*
"He's coming in!" Pinkie said, "Ooooh this is so exciting I haven't seen him for awhile!"
The entire room was silent, apart from a small smack as Full Beats tried to sneak a nearby cupcake into his mouth. The door opened and then Pinkie Pie leapt in front of the four newcomers, shouting "SURRPRIIIISE!"
Nickel Steel was speechless, shying back a little. However, he was nudged forward again with a bit of magic, from both Rarity and Twilight. He couldn't actually tell. Several ponies looked over towards him and smiled, while a few didn't. Maybe it was because they knew several cupcakes went missing down Full Beats's throat when they weren't looking.
"It's my friend Nickel Steel, see?" Pinkie Pie said.
"Heya there, any friend of Pinkie Pie's is a friend of mine," the red alicorn said, "Name's Draco Scales, by the way."
Nickel was a bit silent at the sudden introduction. He hadn't been informed of any other alicorns apart from Cadence and some others, especially not one who looked somewhat odd, too, almost predatory. But he was at least good natured. It was almost like Spike in a way - who didn't have a malicious bone in his body.
"Hey let's show him around!" Pinkie Pie said, "Come on I'll introduce you to everypony! You've already met Rarity and Twilight."
"Hey what about me!" Spike said.
"Hey, you count in your own category - you're everybody's favourite hatchling friend. Come on Nickel! Let's introduce you to everyone." Pinkie Pie started hopping around, gesturing for the blue unicorn to follow. Draco Scales helped nudge him along, leading him around the party.
"He should meet Fluttershy first - he reminds me so much of her." Draco chuckled, leading him towards the yellow and pink pegasus who seemed to be hanging a little away from the crowd.
**Pink Personal Hell**
I did not have a good day at all. I was still a bit cranky despite having the best breakfast I've ever had in years, and I really really wanted to hurt someone at the end of the day. Some part of me was hoping that there wouldn't be a pink hyperactive equine that seemed to be on a perpetual sugar rush inside waiting to glomp me or something.
Of course, who was I kidding, of course Pinkie Pie was inside. The second I entered the house, I heard the TV running on full blast practically. Great, I knew I didn't leave the TV on - she had to have been watching it.
And indeed she was. Somehow, she had managed to get the TV turned on, and to MTV. As was expected, I didn't hear a single note of music apart from the background riff-raff that was playing whenever someone talked.
"Hi!" Pinkie Pie said, "How are you?"
"I really don't feel like talking about it..." I said. I didn't want to describe how I wanted to hurt all the guys in the group project at school who completely isolated me and did half of it without even telling me. I now had to do a completely different part of the project all by myself, a part that someone else said they were going to do. I barely had any knowledge of how to construct a freaking visual aide, and I certainly didn't have the software.
"Awwww, wanna talk about it?" Pinkie seemed to appear in front of me, almost causing me to trip on her.
"No," I said.
"You need some laughter! Come on! Laughter is the very best medicine!"
"Yeah, I'll remember that when my appendix bursts next week," I snarked.
"Hey this is funny! See!" Pinkie pie seemed to vanish into the kitchen. While this was my opportunity to ditch her and lock her out of my room, I felt this odd urge to follow her. Whatever the hell she was doing it couldn't have been any worse than the mess she made in the kitchen.
Surprisingly, she had taken the time to clean it all up. (Don't ask me how she managed to do it without any thumbs.) She was in there on her hind legs, holding a bag of flour over her head with a silly grin. I could not tell what she was going to do, throw it at me or stomp it on the ground.
"What're you doing with that flour?" I asked.
"This!" Pinkie Pie said, overturning the bag of flour as she vanished in a cloud, completely turning the pony white as a ghost as it faded. "Isn't it funny?"
"It's kind of messy," I said.
"Awww you need to try it too! See?" She picked up another bag and tossed it at me before I had the time to react.
As soon as that fragile bag of flour touched me, it exploded into another white cloud. I coughed as flour went through my throat, some of it even getting in my eyes. Great, what a mess. I looked over myself, now completely white, just like Pinkie.
"Thanks," I said, "I was wanting to change clothes. Now I have to take a shower."
Her eyes widened - even moreso than they normally were.
"No! Don't wash it off with water!" She said, "you know what happens when flour touches water?"
\* \* \*
Well for once I wish I did listen to Pinkie Pie. She waited outside my bathroom, hearing me repeatedly cussing and ranting as I tried to clean all the flour-turned dough out of my hair and off of my skin. What a mess that made. What also wasn't helping was the fact that the dough started to clog the drain. The flour I had managed to get off me touched the water and turned into dough as well, and then I had myself a dough monster to clean up.
"I told you so," Pinkie Pie said outside the door, "That wasn't a good idea."
"You don't need to tell me twice!" I snapped angrily.
"There was another reason I wanted to warn you about washing it off in the bathtub."
"Can it wait until I've cleaned up this mess?!" I asked.
"Well, there's an alligator in the tub."
"What? I didn't see one in here."
"Yeah, my pet alligator is in the tub. I can't reach the sink."
Right as if on cue, I spotted a green head poking out of the doughy watery mess next to my foot. It didn't look too happy at all, probably about having its home disturbed Especially not with having to cope with a dough monster on top of someone that was probably a couple hundred times its size. It simply looked at me with purple eyes.
"Uh oh...."
The alligator immediately opened its jaws as wide as it could and latched onto my leg. I couldn't get it out of the ground to shake it, in part because the dough monster had my feet but also because I didn't want to slip and break my skull on the wall. It surprisingly didn't hurt.
"AGGGGH!" I shouted, reaching down to try and get the alligator off. It didn't seem to react at all, actually sliding off my skin as soon as I brushed the reptile. However, not soon after, he opened his mouth again and bit onto my hand.
"GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF!!!"
"Is Gummy hurting you?" Pinkie asked.
"No! This is...I'm afraid I'm hurting him!"
"Put him down gently, and he'll let go of you," Pinkie said.
I put my hand on the edge of the tub, letting all four of Gummy's feet touch it. As if on cue, he let go of my hand and then walked away, still keeping his eyes on me.
"Why in the hell would you put a freaking Alligator in the bloody bathtub?!?" I shouted out, still keeping my eyes on the reptile.
"Because! That's where Gummy normally likes to hang out - and I can't reach your sinks. There's no way I am going to put it in those covered bowls."
I shuddered to think what she might have thought about the toilet. I hadn't told Pinkie Pie not to drink from there at all or do anything else.
"You sure you don't need help in there? You seem quiet now," Pinkie Pie said.
"Uh no! no! I'm fine! Along with this alligator in here!"
**Altering Fate**
"And this here is Fluttershy," Pinkie Pie said.
Fluttershy was busy standing with a table in between her and the other unicorn. Even if he was only slightly bigger, she still seemed to be somewhat timid as if afraid of him. Nickel Steel shied away from her a tad, too.
"Oh come on, there's no need to be shy, especially not when you're our guest of honour after all!" Pinkie Pie said.
"Uh...well...it's just..I..." Nickel Steel said
"Err, well, he just has so many people to meet, I figure I didn't want to get in the way."
"She seems to be fine just being here by herself."
"Oh come on," Draco Scales said, "You two seem to get along just as much as we do."
"Yeah! You made a Pinkie Promise to make friends in Ponyville before I came ahead of you - so make friends with each other already!" She shouted, standing on her hind legs. The horse stretched her two front legs and brought Fluttershy and Nickel's faces together in a somewhat comical method.
"Ow!" They both said, collapsing to the floor with small stars and planets orbiting above their heads.
"A little too aggressive there, Pinkie," Draco said, looking at the collapsed equines on the floor.
"Hehe, that's funny, how do you do that?" Pinkie asked, flipping upside down and landing on the floor on her back. Unfortunately, this failed to bring about any cartoonish symbols, while Fluttershy and Nickel Steel stood back up onto their four legs again.
"You're lucky you're not a unicorn, or else you'll get your horn stuck in the floor like that," Draco said.
"I'm...uh...do you want to be left alone right now?" Nickel asked.
"Yes uh...no...uh....it's-nice-to-meet-you." Fluttershy said, speeding up a bit.
"Same, you too, er...what do you do?"
"I take care of the animals," Fluttershy said, "What about you?"
"Uh...I actually don't know, I'd have to ask Twilight...I've just been in Canterlot for the past week or so..."
"Oh...well...it can be scary for someone new."
"It's not like I'll just be all by myself," Nickel Steel said.
"After all he's got ALL OF US HERE!" Pinkie said, suddenly grabbing Nickel's head with her arm and giving the pony a noogie, making sure to avoid his horn.
"AGH!" Nickel Steel said.
\* \* \*
After a little while, Applejack had to cut Full Beats off from the supply table. Pinkie was busy showing the newcomer around, and Full Beats had already eaten half of her fritters before she could tell him to let others have a chance. Thankfully, he did develop a bit of restraint - he actually only ate one cherrychanga instead of eating the entire plate before anyone else could get a taste.
She turned her attention from the gluttonous one for a few minutes, just in time to see Pinkie Pie hopping towards her, with the blue stallion in tow. Applejack turned her attention back to Full Beats to find that he hadn't moved at all, or even so much as picked up another glass of water. He really was learning restraint. (He'd need it if he didn't want to start rolling) Even his horn was simply just standing there.
"And this is Applejack!" Pinkie Pie said, "Applejack, this here is Nickel Steel."
"'Ah hello there," Applejack said to the unicorn.
"Uh, hi, I'm Nickel...but you knew that."
"Yeah, and yah knew I'm Applejack. That walking garbage disposal there is Full Beats."
The other unicorn smiled, as they turned their attention to the other yellow pony.
"Heya!" Full Beats said.
"Hello," Nickel Steel said to Full Beats. Even though they were about the same size, Full Beats had him won in simple bulk. If only because he probably ate enough for three ponies. Given how many people seemed to keep their eyes on him by the refreshment table, it wasn't hard to guess.
"I uh...take it you love food?" He said, not minding about guessing the obvious, for once.
"Ee-yup," a red stallion said as he passed, nudging a cart with a bowl of punch on it.
"What he said!" Full Beats responded.
"Welcome to Ponyville, I'm sure yah'll fit right on in like Twilight, Full Beats, and Draco over there did. Didjah'll know that Twilight used to be pretty well, isolated from the rest of us? She came here and all she wanted to do was just hang in her library." Applejack continued.
"Her?" Nickel asked, looking over at Twilight talking with a few other ponies, and laughing at some kind of joke, "She just liked to be by herself?"
"Not quite entirely to be fair - Spike would almost never leave her side."
"Maybe she's just shy," Nickel said, looking over towards Fluttershy, who had once again gone back to her corner.
"Nah, she just wasn't interested in makin' friends, ya know? Princess Celestia sent her here so she'll learn how to make friends after all. Not always good for somepony to be cooped up inside their home all day."
"It's soooo boring, too!" Pinkie Pie said, suddenly popping up from behind Applejack, stains of a cherrychanga giving her a tasty beard. Applejack quickly jumped to the side, and Pinkie Pie fell to the floor, getting back up again before getting another cherry-chimichanga.
"Ee-yup," the red stallion said, taking away the empty punch bowl.
"Think she might have just needed time alone to adjust to her surroundings?" Nickel Steel asked.
"Yah will adjust to it sooner or later. I should show you how we make cider here in Ponyville!" Applejack said.
"Well, I guess that sounds fine," Nickel Steel said, noticing Full Beats was gone, as well as several more refreshments. "Say, where'd he go?"
Applejack sighed when she noticed Full Beats had somehow managed to leave her sight again. He certainly wasn't raiding the snack table again, thankfully.
"Big Mac, do you think Full Beats vanished to the cider after I mentioned it?" Applejack asked the red horse.
"Ee-yup," Big Mcintosh responded, before calmly walking over to the cider, which was in the process of being drained by the garbage-disposal in Pony form.
**Pink Personal Hell**
"Say! What was that Crack Cocaine stuff you mentioned awhile back?" Pinkie Pie asked.
My neck turned red, beads of sweat running down my skin. Oops - I forgot she probably wouldn't have known that.
"What is it? Is it like...something you cook with? Is it a kind of sugar? Is it like that stuff on your scrying device like that HeadOn stuff?"
Pinkie Pie then moved her hoof to her forehead and started to rub it clockwise.
"HeadON - apply DIRECTLY to the forehead! HeadON - apply DIRECTLY to the forehead! HeadON - apply DIRECTLY to the-"
"That's enough, Pinkie," I said.
"Well! What is it? Do you think you can get some? Maybe it's like Equestrian flour and is really good! Like Sugary-Sugar-Sweet-Delicious!"
"It's...not exactly something you cook with," I sheepishly said to her. How the heck would I explain narcotics to someone who seemed as innocent as a child, I wondered. (If you have any ideas, let me know - I'd rather say so before she finds Investigation Discovery or Cops and asks what they're doing.)
"Is it a potion? A potiony potion? A sweet crack potion that tastes like your coca-cola?"
I looked over at the empty red cans of Coca-Cola. I never drank that much in a day - she had to have drained all of them when I was out of the house. (To this day I wonder how she got them open without fingers or a broken tooth.)
"Err....no, not that!" I said, "It's...uh...a poison! A poisony poison! A disgusting crack poison that does NOT taste like my Coca-Cola."
"Boooo! Why would I be on it then?" Pinkie Pie asked, bouncing around a few more times.
"...Force of habit."
"But why would you know what it is? Where do you get this poisonous crack cocaine?"
"Because some people like it. It's uh...a MIND poison! That makes you bounce around everywhere!"
Pinkie Pie then appeared to freeze solid. She tried to stand perfectly still, as if trying to show that she wasn't on that mind poison that made her bounce everywhere. I wondered where I got that description from - it was almost like some voice in my head told me what to say.
"AGGGH!" Pinkie said, standing up on two legs and grabbing her head, "SOOOO BOOOORRRING!!!"
Even I had to admit this was somewhat amusing. Pinkie Pie must have been running off of so much sugar and caffeine that it was outright impossible to hold still. Course, I figured out a little while ago that she wasn't on crack at all - she certainly didn't have veins in her eyes. But then again, she didn't follow the laws of physics at all.
**Altering Fate**
"That was...quite an event," Nickel Steel said, after the party had ended. He still was inside Sugarcube Corner, trying to move some piles of trash out with his magic.
"And you thought you weren't good enough with your magic already," Twilight said, smiling as she saw a pile of trash float by, surrounded by a blue aura.
"I still don't exactly know how anyways," Nickel Steel said, moving some of the trash away.
"Don't doubt yourself," She smiled.
"Thank you two for helping clean this up," Mr. Cake said, moving some of the dirty dishes into the kitchen to be washed.
"Well, Pinkie Pie did party herself into a coma," Nickel Steel said, gesturing to the floor where she had fallen asleep on her back, with Spike next to her.
Pinkie Pie even moved a little in her sleep, playfully trotting against an invisible floor. Pinkie mumbled something about, "Cutest smartest all around best pony!" before going back to sleeping.
"She'll be up in the morning or later," Mrs. Cake said, "If not, the babies will wake her up."
"Mmmm...500 gems...I'll save you Rainbow Dash..." Spike muttered in his sleep.
Spike and Pinkie continued to sleep on the floor, although a blanket had been brought over to them sometime during the clean-up. After what seemed like forever, the store was finally cleaned, and Pinkie Pie had been taken up to bed by the unicorns.
"Just have to put Spike to bed and then I'll take you home, too," Twilight said, "I do hope you'll enjoy it."
"I'm sure I don't have a choice...I'm quite amazed that was set up for me." Nickel Steel said.
"We will see you tomorrow! Thank you for using the store for the party!" Twilight said to the Cakes, levitating Spike with her magic and walking out. Nickel Steel followed, waving again with a hoof before leaving. He tried to close the door behind him but accidentally closed it too fast, sending it right against his rump.
Twilight continued to walk through Ponyville, making a stop at the library where she could tuck Spike into bed. Nickel Steel simply waited outside the library, even though Twilight would not have minded if he simply looked around. (After all, she did tell him that she had almost everything he could have wanted to read in the library. The other pony was too shy to go into Canterlot's by himself.) Once Spike was tucked into bed, Twilight walked out, closing the door behind her.
"Your place is a little down this way," Twilight said, walking towards the direction of Rarity's house. Of course, Nickel Steel didn't exactly know that, taking a look at the odd carousel-like building as they walked past. Only the outside lights were on, Rarity must have been getting her beauty sleep.
"That's where Rarity lives, you actually live fairly close to her," Twilight said, noticing Nickel Steel had stopped to take a look at the Carousel Boutique.
It was only a stone's throw away from the fancy building. The first thing that Nickel Steel noticed about his new home was that, like many of the cottages in Ponyville, it was a two-story building. However, it still had its own unique appearance.
The building appeared to have something like a blue wizard's hat on the second floor, complete with a few half-moon shaped windows and a star-shaped door, opening up to a wrap-around deck shaped like the brim of the hat. The ground floor looked just as normal as any other cottage did, only painted blue like the hat-roof.
"Did a sorcerer's apprentice live here or something?" Nickel Steel asked.
"It's an old magic lab, it's vacant but not anymore." Twilight said, as the lock on the door opened, followed by the door itself.
Twilight lead Nickel Steel into the house. Thankfully, it had been cleaned up prior to his arrival, setting the pony up with all the essentials.
"This is all for me now?" He asked.
"Of course. A bit bigger than your temporary bedroom at Canterlot, but just as nice. Well, I'm off to bed myself. It was quite a long night. Goodnight, Nickel Steel."
"Good night, Twilight Sparkle," The unicorn said as the purple one left the house, closing the door behind her.
The unicorn noticed there was a spiral staircase leading up to the apparent wizard's hat upstairs, where he would reside. Guess that was his place for sure - the resident wizard here. Thankfully he was getting a little better with staircases now.
Nickel Steel noticed that the second floor was all a bedroom and a living space. He noticed that the ceiling actually seemed to have small lights all across it - just like stars. How did they know? Nickel Steel even noticed a small moon up near the tip of the ceiling too. It even reflected the moon's current phase. Some part of Nickel Steel hoped it wouldn't have been something connecting the home to Luna, the mistress of the night, and owner of the voice that acted as an unrelenting force, so she couldn't remotely throw him across the room.
Nickel Steel crawled into his bed and closed his eyes. He was home, he guessed. The people of Ponyville seemed to like him, but even then, time could change a lot of things. What if he was treated with as much disdain as some of those high-class people in Canterlot did. Even then, they never outright said bad things to his face, but who knew what they were saying behind his back.
**Pink Personal Hell**
I wasn't woken up by my alarm, but from a strange feeling around my nose, like it was pinched. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't exactly see what happened, but I could feel something. I stood up and walked to the bathroom, turning on the lights and looking in the mirror.
Right there, attached to my nose, was Gummy. Sometime during the night, he crawled out of the bathtub, walked into my room, then attached himself to my nose. Like some kind of deformed nose ring from hell, he latched on and wouldn't let go.
I spent about ten minutes trying to pull the reptile off of my nose, except he had a rather...oddly powerful grip on it. I didn't want to hurt the critter after all, but even then, this was just annoying.
"PINKIIIIIIIIEEEEE!" I finally shouted.
\* \* \*
"I don't know why, I know Gummy likes to bite people, but he doesn't have any teeth. It doesn't hurt, does it?" Pinkie pie asked, after having unsuccessfully having tried to pry Gummy from my nose.
"I can't freaking smell, and I'm likely going to be unable to taste anything with a freaking alligator on my nose. Do you have any idea what anyone else is going to think about this?" I pointed at the alligator, who still had his jaws firmly clasped on my nose.
"Maybe they'll think it looks cool? Because you're walking around with an alligator on your nose?"
"No, they'll probably kill it to get it off. I don't want to hurt this thing, despite temptation to the contrary," I looked cross-eyed at the reptile.
"Maybe you can stay home until Gummy decides to let go? You've been out all the time, it must get booooring!" Pinkie Pie said.
"Yeah, imagine that," I said, holding my hand up like a phone, "Hey, sorry I couldn't come in today. What's that? Yeah, my voice sounds funny because there's an alligator on my nose. What, you mean you're going to get me committed for that?"
"What's 'committed' mean?" Pinkie Pie asked, "Is that like when my friend's brother was getting married?"
"It's when they take someone who they think is crazy and lock them away where they can't hurt themselves or anybody else," I explained to Pinkie. Not going to sugar coat it - they were driving me crazy!
"You mean like what happened to Discord?"
"Wudge?" I asked.
"He's the lord of Chaos. He was all, 'RAWR I AM DISCORD! I AM EVIL! I LOVE CHAOS! And I do like chocolate rain and marshmallow jumping patterns!" Pinkie's mane fluffed up even more and her face took an almost comically threatening pose as she mimicked Discord.
"...So he was your father?" I hazarded a guess.
That was probably one of the worst things to say. Pinkie suddenly glared at me, shaking a bit. Bits of steam seemed to puff out of her nose, as she seemd to turn red.
"No! He was NOT my father! He turned me GREY!!! Can you believe it?!" She gave me a smack with a nice hard hoof, shaking Gummy a little, but still he refused to let go.
"Bad idea bad idea...." I didn't want to know what Pinkie Pie meant when she said grey.
"But anyways!" Pinkie Pie snapped back to her normal self, "We used our elements of Harmony and BLASTED HIM with it! Then he turned into a statue as he got committed. He can't hurt anyone or turn us grey anymore!"
"Back up...what do you mean with the elements of harmony and...you turned him into a statue?"
"I have the element of laughter of course!" Pinkie Pie explained, "And we committed Discord so he can't hurt anyone ever again."
"I think they don't just turn people into statues if they commit them..." I murmured.
"What did you say?"
"My brain to mouth filter momentarily malfunctioned," I lied.
"Don't lie to me! I'm not suspecting you to do anything, Dominic!" Pinkie Pie said.
"Fine fine, they don't do that here....but you do some bizarre things where you're from, despite the food. That alright?"
"Oh yes!" Pinkie Pie said.
It was then that I could hear my alarm clock beeping from the other room.
"Maybe if I take a shower, I can get Gummy off?" I asked.
"Maybe!" Pinkie Pie said, "Gummy loves wet showers and baths! Ooooh! Pinkie Sense talking here!" She seemed to stand on her front two legs, tail wiggling a bit as she danced around.
"A bubble bath!" she shouted.
Pinkie Pie immediately turned on the water and then grabbed something that looked like a pink bottle of liquid from under the sink. What in the hell, I thought - how did she get that? I would never have something like that in the house. The equine popped the cap off of the soap and then turned it upside down, pouring huge amounts into the tub.
"Wait! Don't use that much! You're going to-"
I was interrupted by a huge wall of bubbles that surged from the bathtub and filled the entire room from ceiling to floor.
"Oops! I used a little too much!" Pinkie Pie said from within the bubble cloud.
"Must...control...fist of death..." I mumbled, clenching my own fist.
Gummy still kept his iron grip on my nose, undisturbed by the bubble flood.
**Altering Fate**
Nickel Steel couldn't really believe it when he woke up. He had spent the past week and a half inside a tower in Canterlot, only leaving when someone had come to escort him out. Now, he was completely by himself.
Last night, he was a tad too tired to explore his new home by himself, only looking up at the ceiling where the glow-in-the-dark stars were. The stallion noticed that it reflected the night sky, even having fake clouds that covered up the stars. However, the moon still stayed in its place, as if to act as a reminder to the moon's phase. Nickel steel made a note to check if it updated at all.
He opened a door to the deck outside and walked out onto it, hooves clopping against the wood. Nickel Steel now noticed that there was a button by one of the star-shaped windows. Thinking nothing, he pressed it with his nose.
Almost immediately, a staircase seemed to form along the side of the roof, leading up to the tip of the hat. The very tip cracked open and slid to the side like it was on a hinge. Nickel Steel climbed up this staircase again (making sure to be careful not to fall off) to check what this was. As soon as he reached the top, he looked in, noticing a small alcove that lead to a telescope.
"Guess that helps," he said to himself. He looked around again, wondering how he would get down. He tried to walk backwards down the staircase, only to realize he slipped one hoof to the side.
"Uh oh."
The blue unicorn slid right down the roof onto the deck, where he seemed to bounce a tad. He arced over the banister and fell right to the ground with a comedic "Splat"ing noise, leaving a small unicorn-shaped outline on the ground.
"You alright, mister?" a childish voice said.
Nickel Steel was still watching stars and moons in orbit above him. He couldn't make out who this was, until two identical unicorns poked their faces into his vision. Both looked just like Rarity did in fact, just with a mane that was more violet and pink, compared to Rarity's more indigo-looking mane.
The two ponies eventually seemed to merge into one as the stars vanished from Nickel Steel's vision. Oh, that explained it - he must have been seeing double when he smacked his head on the ground.
"Uh, now I am," Nickel Steel responded. The unicorn filly stepped out of the way, while Nickel Steel climbed out of the hole shaped like him. For some reason, even his tail left an impact site, too.
"Saaaay, you must be mine and Rarity's new neighbour! I'm Sweetie Belle!" she said to the taller unicorn.
"Uh, yeah, I'm Nickel Steel...weren't you at that party last night?" He asked.
"I was with my friends, the Cutie Mark Crusaders," Sweetie Belle said, "Plus it was a school night so I couldn't stay up late. Welcome to Ponyville! My big sister can provide you with every bit of clothing you'll ever need! I have to get to school!"
With that, the unicorn walked off. Nickel Steel now made an observation - she did not have a cutie mark at all. He recalled one thing that he had been taught by the princesses, that some didn't have Cutie Marks yet, and that most of them were children.
"Deja vu," He said to himself, looking back towards his house. Would have to be a lot more careful about the stairway on that telescope in the future.
Nickel Steel walked back to the house and opened the door, vanishing inside his house to get a better look around at it. The first floor definitely looked to be what one would have thought from a magic shop. There were books for sale (not nearly as impressive as the collection in the library, of course) as well as certain other things like charms.
Nickel Steel took his attention to the door, which had a sign in the nearby window. He couldn't exactly read it, until he had a eureka moment. Of course - it was backwards. Reading it backwards, he made out what it said.
"Nickel Steel is IN"
"Looks like some kind of doctor thing," he said to himself. Experimentally, he walked out of the house again and looked back at the sign.
"Nickel Steel is OUT"
Suddenly, a grin spread across his face as he propped the door open with a small rock. He walked in and out several times, watching the sign in the window change as soon as he entered or exited the house.
"'Steel comes in, Steel goes out, Steel comes in, Steel goes out, Steel comes in, Steel goes out." He said out loud, watching the sign change back and forth between "IN" and "OUT". Finally, he stopped amusing himself with the sign, kicking the rock aside and letting the door close. Now to explore Ponyville for himself.
**Pink Personal Hell**
So imagine yourself in this pickle for a second. A toothless baby alligator is clenched on your nose and you can't get it off no matter what you do. You're forced to breathe through your mouth and speak with a really silly sounding voice until you can get the alligator off.
Oh, and at the same day, you also have a presentation to give. So you have to give it with a freaking alligator attached to your nose like a piercing from hell. Think anybody will notice? Oh heck yeah. All day, I had to tell them that I was watching my friend's alligator and that they wouldn't let go.
Do you have any idea how many weird looks I got? I don't think you're even ready to comprehend it. I'm lucky I didn't get sent into the insane asylum for walking around with a freaking ALLIGATOR on my nose after all. Even when I held a piece of a hamburger up to the alligator, he still decided sticking to my face was a better place.
"Okay, listen," I said, after splashing my face numerous times, "I really have to give a presentation, and you're in my way. Gummy, I seriously am not trying to hurt you, but if you're not letting go, then I'm afraid I will have to hurt you. Now GET OFF MY NOSE!"
Gummy seemed to finally listen, and instead seemed to crawl up my face, climbing into my hair and relaxing there. Sweet relief - I could finally breathe through my nose again! However I still did have the issue of an alligator on top of my head, but if it could hang out in my hair, it was a better place than my nose.
"Thank you," I said, still not quite believing I was talking to an alligator that didn't even talk back like Pinkie Pie did at least. I put my hand to my nose to make sure there wasn't any permanent Gummy damage.
Gummy noticed my hand up, and then climbed down my forehead and latched right onto my fingers, surprisingly fast for a cold blooded creature, especially in the winter. I widened my eyes and held my hand out, with Gummy still attached.
"...Well you did technically listen to me," I mumbled, "You let go of my nose, but can you let go of my hand?!"
Gummy once again didn't respond, simply content with just latching onto my fingers.
**Altering Fate**
"Watch out for that," Twilight said.
"What?" Nickel Steel stopped in place.
"That's Poison Joke."
Nickel Steel looked at the ground, wondering what this Poison Joke was. At first he mostly seemed to just see grass, but eventually his eyes came to something blue. It certainly reminded him of poison oak, something he was a bit familiar with, but it was most definitely different. It was a good thing that Twilight had given him a warning about taking another step - one more step and he would have put his hoof right into the blue patch of Poison Joke.
"What's that do?" Nickel Steel asked, taking a few steps back from the Poison Joke.
"You don't want to know," Twilight shuddered, "Come on - this way. I know a short path to Zecora's."
Nickel Steel took a few steps away from the patch of Poison Joke and continued to follow Twilight Sparkle. He had been told that this 'Zecora' person was someone who would help him out in his new job, and how disappointed they were that she wasn't in attendance at the party last night.
He had been briefed on who Zecora was - a zebra who lived in the Everfree Forest, away from other ponies. She seemed a bit reclusive, and had a reputation as an evil sorceress, before Twilight and her friends dispelled it, showing that she wasn't malicious at all. In a way, Nickel Steel was a bit reminded of himself.
"Here we are," Twilight Sparkle said as they walked into the clearing where Zecora's hut stood.
Of course, Zecora's hut wasn't really so much of a hut as it was a tree. Somewhat of an exotic looking tree, twisted growths and wrinkles here and there. Several bottles of potion seemed to be hanging from the tree's branches, like some kind of decoration. Or maybe they had a purpose. Nickel Steel looked right at the door, and took a few steps back. It looked almost like a face, although the mask hanging atop the door wasn't helping either.
The "mouth" of the face on the side of Zecora's house opened up, showing the Zebra in the doorway. While she certainly looked exotic and otherworldly to the citizens of Ponyville, Nickel Steel had different thoughts. What stood out about Zecora moreso was the amount of gold rings on her neck and front leg, rather than her different appearance. (After all, seeing someone who was black and white probably didn't look weird, especially if your fur was all blue.)
Zecora made eye contact with Nickel Steel, who still instinctively shied away a tad, but not as much as he did last night. If anything, he was afraid of offending someone who he was supposed to help.
"You must be the new pony in town that I have heard of, what, you do not need to frown." Zecora said, looking over Nickel Steel.
"Err...hello," Nickel Steel said, taking a few steps forward, "I'm Nickel Steel, and I'm told we're...sort of helping each other out? I'm...well, running the Magic shop now."
"Indeed you are, since from Ponyville I am quite far," Zecora responded, "I am knowledgeable of ailments and brew, quite different from what you do."
"Uh...I'm just good at magic...I didn't really see any potions there," Nickel Steel said, "Sort of like...trinkets and other such stuff...even though I don't know how good I really am at magic."
Twilight simply smirked and stifled a laugh again.
"He's lying," Twilight said, "Just look at his cutie mark - nobody like that is really bad at magic. You just need to be more sure of yourself."
"It is very bad if you are full of doubt, since when you are asked about a task, all you do is pout. After all Nickel Steel, you should not ignore what Twilight feels." Zecora said.
"I think I can let you two talk amongst yourselves," Twilight said, "After all, you are going to be business partners after all."
"I do not work solely for profit, even if I happily accept a donation of a bit," Zecora said to Twilight, narrowing her eyes at her. Twilight smiled a bit, then took a few steps back.
**Pink Personal Hell**
While I really wanted to stick Gummy in my pocket so I could conceal him better from everybody else, I didn't want to hurt him or suffocate him at all. I actually tried to walk around outside a bit in hopes that maybe Gummy would get tired, and I could conceal the reptile inside my coat pocket for a bit.
In retrospect, that might not have been the best thing to do. I knew reptiles would go into hibernation if the outside temperature was low enough, but I could have probably caused some kind of irreversible damage to Gummy if I was a tad too reckless.
Well, at least I was lucky that Gummy was quite durable. Because no matter what I did, Gummy kept holding onto my finger and wouldn't let go. I didn't think of trying to dip Gummy in a snowdrift for several reasons. One, I did not want to risk dropping him in the snowdrift and possibly losing him until spring. And two, the snowdrifts were several days old. You know those snowdrifts that stay around a few days, and develop this disgusting layer of almost solid ice, as well as a level of grit? Well yeah, that's what the snowdrifts were like.
I didn't bother to rub him along the powdered snow either, for fear that Gummy would have gotten even more and more nervous and bit onto my hand harder. Since simply taking him outside into the cold didn't work, I figured I'd just put my hand in my coat pocket and let the heat in there warm Gummy up. Maybe he'd get tired and fall asleep in some place nice and warm like my pocket.
That didn't turn out so well either. I figured I might as well just bite the bullet and give the presentation with an alligator stuck to my finger as best as I could. How could it possibly get any worse? Other than if Pinkie Pie suddenly showed up and derailed it, but even then, she didn't like going into our "drab-drabbity-drably-boring world" so I figured I was probably safe there.
"Eh? What the heck is that, Dominic?" a student asked as soon as I pulled my hand out of my coat pocket. Right there was Gummy, still staring at me with almost unblinking eyes, and keeping ahold of my hand like it was some tasty candy.
"It's an alligator, what's it look like?" I asked, simply putting Gummy's feet on the desk. Some part of me was still hoping that he would just let go sooner or later so I could at least hold him with his mouth away from anything to grab on.
"Why do you have a pet alligator in here? I thought only service dogs were allowed."
"You try getting him off," I said.
I had attracted quite a crowd of people who were looking at this alligator attached to my hand by the mouth. Some part of me wanted to toss the alligator off and see who else he'd latch on, but I'm pretty sure Pinkie Pie was going to kill me if I mentioned that Gummy had latched onto someone while I was out.
Even the teacher didn't think it was that amusing. Eventually, Gummy stiffened all his muscles, probably as a result of all the prodding from everybody else. I simply sighed, trying to wiggle him around just to make sure he was still alive. Thankfully he was - just stiff as a board.
I had a thought - maybe I could use this. Since I didn't have a laser pointer with me I could always use Gummy as a pointing utensil. Might as well, since the alligator wasn't going to let go of my finger any time today.
"Alright," I said, "Sorry about the strange thing on my finger, it's this awesome alligator but I'll just use his tail. So as you can see, on figure one right here-"
I pointed to the first figure, only for Gummy to go limp, apart from his jaws. There were a few chuckles coming from the class. I moved my hand up so Gummy's tail would be pointing towards the figure instead.
"So as you can see, on figure one right here-"
Gummy curled his tail up, causing a few more chuckles from amused students. At least they weren't falling asleep during the presentation. I instead moved my finger towards the figure, where it looked like my finger was pointing.
"So as you can see from figure one right here-"
Gummy then straightened back up again, concealing the figure.
"...Never work with animals," I announced, "They never seem to participate when you want them to."
At least I had the audience's attention. They were certainly paying attention to the presentation. My group members were for once actually paying attention to me. That was always nice.
"So, while I attempt to point to figure one but Gummy the Alligator here won't, you can see that this is the area as it is now. So right where Gummy's tail was ten minutes ago, there is an awkwardly placed pillar that is putting these areas here in shadow...and I do not mean from the alligator on my finger."
**Altering Fate**
Nickel Steel walked out of the Everfree forest, avoiding the Poison Joke along the way. Zecora seemed like a nice pony - after all, she was willing to help share secrets with Nickel Steel. After all, not like they would be ruining any business after all. After awhile, he even started speaking in rhymes like Zecora.
For the moment, he was all alone. Nobody was wanting his attention, and he was still out. For the day, Ponyville was all his to explore. He smiled and begun to trot along happily. Maybe he should go explore something - or perhaps find Pinkie Pie and tell her how much he really enjoyed the party last night.
At least, until Nickel Steel managed to find a rather unusual sight. It looked somewhat like a dragon, but at the same time, it looked somewhat like a pony, too. From what he could see, it had draconic looking horns, lighter red scutes, but a white equine looking mane. He stopped to get a closer look at what this red dragon was doing, wondering what the heck this thing even was. Nickel steel's eyes widened a bit - the dragon seemed to have a pony pinned to the ground.
"What the heck?!" He asked, running towards the dragon and the pony. As soon as Nickel Steel got closer, he could identify the pony trapped underneath the dragon's head. It was Fluttershy, who seemed to be meekly pinned on her side, looking a tad nervous, but not triggering the fight-or-flight instinct, at least.
"Err, hi," The pony-dragon said, turning his attention to the unicorn, "This...this isn't what it looks like."
"Draco, can you let me go?" Fluttershy said.
The dragon lifted his head and sat back on his haunches, finally letting Fluttershy go. Thankfully she wasn't hurt at all - or even dirty. She stood back onto her four hooves and looked at Nickel Steel.
"What exactly is going on here?" He asked.
"I-I-Uh...it's not what it looks like!"
"I thought he was eating you!"
"It's me, Draco," The dragon said.
Nickel Steel looked up at the dragon. He had already seen a dragon before, Spike, but Draco was...a lot bigger than Spike was. Heck, the dragon was even bigger than the other alicorns he had seen. When he looked a bit closer, he could recognize a few features consistent with the alicorn he met at the party - apart from his red scales and his yellow-slitted eyes. Even his cutie mark, what he could see of it, was the same.
The dragon seemed to shrink a bit, gradually covering in red fur until he was back to normal. He was still a bit taller than Fluttershy and Nickel, but at least he didn't tower over all of them like the dragon did. (in fact, he couldn't have Fluttershy pinned to the ground using his head like this.)
"What-what exactly was that?" Nickel steel asked.
"It's...a little quirk of his. When he gets worked up, he sometimes turns into a dragon. And uh...he really...really likes me." Fluttershy said.
"I'll do anything to protect you, you know that much," Draco said to the yellow pegasus, smiling even more at him.
"But why were you...pinning Fluttershy to the ground?"
"He was nuzzling me...it's..it's really nothing. Just...somewhat shocking."
"Especially if he's that big..."
"So Nickel Steel, how's Ponyville treating you so far?" Draco asked, changing the subject.
"Well....I met up with Zecora...and well, we're helping each other out sort of...I mean, I am now the town's resident wizard."
"Oooh, you're living in that house? Cool!" Draco said.
"It's been abandoned for a little while...I'm glad someone's using it." Fluttershy said, "I don't suppose you have something for...uh....maybe I should show you."
Fluttershy turned towards her cottage, where many of the animals in Ponyville resided. Draco Scales gestured for me to follow her over. Maybe she had a patient with some kind of magical ailment that he could have helped with. Or maybe she needed something magically moved or lifted.
Either way, Nickel Steel already smiled that someone finally needed his help. Even then, he could have tried to help as much as he could. One thing he learned about magic from Twilight and the others was that it doesn't always have to be orderly. You were free to make your own spells to share with others. (After all, that was how a spellbook was made, after all.)
**Pink Personal Hell**
I smiled to myself. I thought that presentation on our little landscape architecture project went pretty well. As well as it could when you have an alligator practically fused to your hand. Finally I was free to go home. Maybe Pinkie Pie had something ready to get the alligator off of my hand, like something he liked to eat. (Hey, I'm sure you could convince an alligator to become a vegetarian if it had Equestrian cooking after all. Even Pinkie's tabasco turnovers.)
I noticed that it had started to snow outside. Best drive home as fast as I could. It was even starting to stick to the sidewalks, too. That meant everybody's favourite - black ice. pushed open the door with my other hand and then walked down the stairs outside.
Unfortunately, enough snow had fallen on the cement staircase that I lost my footing and fell right down on my rump on the stairs, sliding down a little bit before coming to a stop. Damned staircases - why did I always have trouble with those? At least I didn't fall on my knee like the last time I slipped down the staircase - I limped for weeks.
I noticed all of a sudden that Gummy had been detached from my hand in the fall. I held my hand up and found the reptile missing. I looked around - I hoped I didn't fall down on Gummy and squished the poor creature. As annoying as he was, I didn't want to hurt him. As if on cue, I felt something land on my head. I put my hand up to it, and felt something familiar and scaly.
"Whew, glad you're alright," I said.
Rather than bite onto my hand, Gummy climbed down my hood and then turned his head upside down, looking into my eyes with his own purple eyes. I stared at the reptile for a few minutes, before he finally made his move again.
Before I could react, he climbed back down onto my face and grabbed onto my nose again, clasping my nostrils shut. I simply narrowed my eyelids, then crossed them at the nose. Just like this morning, there was Gummy again. Damn it....
"...At least it's better than being squished," I mumbled, standing up and walking to my car, Gummy dangling all the way.
\* \* \*
I pushed open the door, still wet from the snowstorm I had to walk and drive home through. If Pinkie Pie had made something while I was out that day, I certainly couldn't smell it. My nostrils had been clamped shut from the alligator's jaws around them, after all.
"WELCOME HOME DOMINIC!" Pinkie Pie shouted. I turned to face where her voice was coming from - and was greeted with the pink horse flying right towards me in a glomp.
"AGGGGGH!" I shouted as she made contact with my chest, knocking me and Gummy right on down. Gummy let go shortly after she made contact, flying off my nose and going airborne. Time seemed to slow down for a little bit as Pinkie pie sent me to the floor, Calvin and Hobbes style.
I landed on my back, with the horse sitting on my abdomen, giggling. Less than a second later, Gummy landed on Pinkie Pie's mane, quickly burying himself in it. (And probably finding something to bite, but at least it wasn't me.) She had already jumped on me a few times - the previous day she even jumped on me to wake me up and tell me I needed to be up for a tasty breakfast.
"Do you mind getting off me now?" I asked.
"Heeeey! Gummy finally let go!" Pinkie Pie said, "Where is he? Did you hurt him at all? I hope he's alright! Did he hurt you at all?"
Gummy emerged from her fluffy mane and quickly bit onto Pinkie Pie's left ear. She twitched it a bit, or at least tried to with the alligator's weight holding it down. Pinkie Pie smiled again.
"Oh good! How did he get there? Come on - let's give you a bath!"
Pinkie Pie hopped off my chest and then bounced off to the bathroom. I got back up to my feet and followed her.
"You didn't perhaps use that bubble bath from hell again, did you?"
"Oh, don't worry - I only used three quarters of it this time."
I was then assaulted by another wall of bubbles that escaped the bathroom and flooded the hallway.
**Altering Fate**
"It's up there," Fluttershy said, spreading her wings and floating up a little bit.
Nickel Steel looked up at her cottage. He couldn't exactly see what up 'there' was, all he could see was that the roof of her rather interesting looking cottage appeared to be made up of grass. Not just dried grass forming a roof, but actual living grass at that. There were a few birds who seemed to have rested in there, but stepped aside when Fluttershy floated over to the roof.
"I'm kind of ground-bound," Nickel Steel said, still looking up, "I don't think I can actually get up to where you're loo-AGGGGH!"
A scaly hand wrapped around the stallion and lifted him up to where Fluttershy was hovering. He looked around a few times, horn instinctively glowing before he spotted Draco once again. A few of the animals around Fluttershy's cottage ran away when they saw the dragon standing there, but not all of them. In fact some simply watched him with somewhat of a smile on their faces like they knew the dragon.
"Uh, thanks, Draco," Nickel Steel said, as he took a look at what was happening on the roof.
It looked to be something of a brown spot on the roof. Parts where the grass had looked a little dried out. Nickel Steel freed a hoof from Draco's grasp and rubbed it through the grassy roof.
"Well? Can you see anything wrong with it?" Fluttershy asked.
"How do you water this?" Nickel Steel asked her.
"Rainbow Dash puts a raincloud over it."
"Did somebody say, RAIN CLOUD?" A cocky voice shouted, as bits of water started to fall from the sky. Nickel Steel looked up, spotting the blue pegasus pushing a raincloud over Fluttershy's house. It already started to rain, as a drop fell in Nickel Steel's eye.
"Did you have to do it now?" Draco asked.
"Aw come on, I'm just trying to be helpful," Rainbow Dash said.
Nickel Steel took a look back at the roof of the cottage. He still kept his hoof around where the brown spot was. Strange, he couldn't really feel that much water flowing down from the raincloud. He moved it to the left, and felt much much more water flowing down.
"Say, I think I may have found a problem," Nickel Steel said, "There isn't much water coming down here. Something's diverting it away."
"Say what?" Rainbow Dash pushed the raincloud away, ending the localized rain shower.
"Something's diverting the water away, causing a brown dry spot. Maybe I can push it down or something?" Nickel Steel asked, pushing his hoof back around, wanting to feel something like a loose board or a mound of dirt redirecting the water away.
"Yep, I feel something here," Nickel Steel said, poking something that felt a bit hard. His horn glowed, as the object poked out, releasing some pent-up water on top of it. It looked to be some kind of metal disc of something, that had been lodged in the grass.
"Wow, what is that?" Rainbow Dash asked, only seeing the glinting in the sunlight, "How'd that get there?"
As if on cue, a magpie flew towards the cottage and tried to grab on the shiny. Nickel Steel let it go in shock, thus the Magpie flew right away, shiny object in its talons.
"I guess that explains it," Draco said, "Magpie hoarding shiny objects."
"I thought it might have been something a bit magical," Fluttershy said.
"It's not always the case," Nickel Steel said, "Some things where magic may be appear as the cause are in fact mundane, as shown here."
He was met with several laughs from the dragonized pony and the other pegasus.
"Looks like you've been hanging out with Zecora too much!" Rainbow Dash laughed.
**Pink Personal Hell**
"Soo soooo glad I don't have to do anymore schoolwork for a little while," I sighed, relaxing on the couch. I flipped on the TV and got thrown back from how loud it was. You ever hear MTV blared loud enough to actually move something? Well, that's exactly what I experienced.
"WHAT THE HELL!" I shouted as I dove for the remote and flattened the volume button. I never had the TV turned on that loud before.
This attracted the attention of Pinkie Pie, who must have been off sleeping or doing...something. (I don't know what) She bounced into the room again, and then hopped extra high.
I heard a banging noise, followed by another as she fell to the floor. I looked over at her direction and spotted Pinkie Pie right on the floor, covered in a small sheet of plaster and somehow knocked out. From what I could tell, she had wanted to glomp me and hit the ceiling instead. Out of morbid curiosity, I looked up towards the ceiling and spotted an impact site shaped just like Pinkie Pie. Great - that made two holes in the ceiling now, one shaped like me and another shaped like a horse.
I couldn't help but chuckle somewhat. Okay, that was actually kind of funny. Messy, and probably worth a lot of money in property damages, but still kind of funny nonetheless. I stood up from the couch and walked over to investigate the Pinkie Pie damage.
No sooner had I checked her than she recovered from being stunned. She immediately shook the plaster out of her mane in a cloud, and then hopped right into my chest, sending me backwards onto the floor.
"Yay you're home! You snuck in when I wasn't looking!" Pinkie Pie said, "Are you done with that school place?"
She stood on my chest, looking down into my eyes. Pinkie Pie still had that wide smile on her face. I had that feeling she had something planned. I tried to get a look at her tail. From the past few weeks she had been living in my house, I had learned that her tail seemed to have a mind of its own sometimes - normally it was when she came up with some kind of idea to have fun.
"So! Dominic! What are you going to do with your time off?"
"Uh...relax, get caught up on sleep...that sort of stuff?" I asked.
"I got an idea! Something fun!" Pinkie Pie said, "Ever wonder what Equestria is like?"
"If it's full of creatures like you, I don't think I wanna know..."
"Come on!" Pinkie Pie said, hopping on my stomach a few more times, apparently not realizing that wasn't a good idea, "It'll be fun! Come on! I can take you back to Equestria with me and Gummy. Pinkie Promise?"
I couldn't say anything. Because that darn horse was bouncing on my stomach (Again), I had the wind knocked out of me. It's not painful, but just weird when you can't speak but legitimately try to.
Pinkie Pie looked at me, confused as I mouthed a few words She tilted her head a few times, first left, then right, as I finally got a few words out of my mouth.
"What do you mean 'back' to Equestria?" I asked.
"Think of it as like a fun trip! Or something better! You know what the food's like!"
That was right - someone had to be giving her food or that weird bubble-soap. I certainly couldn't find any of that stuff in the grocery store, no matter how hard I looked. (Not even on eBay or Amazon.) Maybe it would have been somewhat worthwhile to see what all this was.
"So wait, you could go back to Equestria when you want?" I asked Pinkie Pie.
"Yep!" She said.
"And you said you were going to stay a little while...because of how drab it was outside?"
"Of course!"
"Now exactly why were you hanging out here if you could have gone back any time you wanted?"
"You'll have to find oooooout!" Pinkie Pie said, finally hopping off my stomach, "I can explain theeeeere!"
I sighed. Well, what else did I have to lose anyways? I guess maybe I was finally going insane. I'd actually come to like seeing Pinkie Pie around here, for more than just the food. Heck, even Gummy was starting to grow on me a little.
"Well sure, why not," I said.
"Pinkie Promise?" She said, holding a hoof out.
"Alright sure, Pinkie Promise." I put my smallest finger to her hoof.
Pinkie Pie giggled, seeing such a small finger touching her larger hoof.
"What, that's funny!" She said, "I thought you'd touch my hoof with all of your hand!"
"What, you said Pinkie Promise," I said, "And that's my pinkie."
"No, I'M Pinkie!" She said.
Forget shaking hooves with a creature a lot smaller than you. Right now, I just wanted to take my hand and cover my face with it or bang my head in the wall.
**Altering Fate**
The next day wasn't quite as eventful as the previous one. Nickel Steel played with the magic sign on his door a few times, then simply sat back in the shop and practiced magic a little bit. Zecora had given him a few words of encouragement the previous day, albeit in a rhyme like just about everything else she said.
A few customers actually came in, too. First, an earth pony who was simply looking around, wondering what kind of shop this was. Thankfully she found something she could have used - a charm to ward off snails from her carrot garden. The second customer was a pony who seemed to wear sunglasses all the time, and asked if he had anything to repair a broken CD. Thankfully he had a scroll that could do just that. (And it appeared to have worked.)
A colt came into the magic shop and asked for something to prank his friend with. Thankfully Nickel Steel talked him out of using quick-freeze ice and convinced him to give him a few bits for the itching powder instead. (He made a mental note to take out the itching-cure for later, and to ask Zecora if she had any more anti-itch potions.)
At one point Nickel Steel walked back down the stairs after hearing the bell ring, signaling a customer's entry. This time, it seemed to be three young ponies, an earth pony, a unicorn, and a pegasus. However, Nickel Steel immediately recognized one of the customers - Sweetie Belle, someone who lived nearby.
"Hello there," He said to the girls, "Did...you need something? No, I can't give you something that'd show test answers."
"Why would we need THAT?" The pegasus said, "Do you have something to get revenge on two ponies?"
"...What kind of revenge? I can't be selling dangerous things to just anypony now, can I?" Nickel Steel answered.
"Something to tell Diamond Tiara what a bully she really is!" The earth pony grumbled.
Classic bullying victims. All three frowned and looked around at some of the various things in the shop. Thankfully, the stuff that could really hurt somepony was behind the counter. As tempted as Nickel Steel was to sympathize with their plight and sell something that would have given this 'Diamond Tiara' her just deserts, he resisted anyways.
After all, as powerful of a force magic was, you couldn't just use it to get petty revenge on little children. Even if they really deserved to be taught a lesson about how much of a jerk they were. Only their parents could do something like that, and he wasn't their parents.
Wait a second - their parents.
"I might have an idea," Nickel Steel said, "Have you tried telling Diamond Tiara's parents that she's bullying you?"
"They probably won't care...she has her dad around her neck," the pegasus said.
"I think I know the type," Nickel Steel said, "Let me guess Sweetie Belle - you told your own parents and Rarity about what she's saying, right?"
Sweetie Belle nodded.
"Well I got something that might help if they think you're exaggerating or your parents don't believe you. Lemme get it. Don't touch anything - especially not that paper flower on the counter."
Nickel Steel vanished behind the counter and went into the back of the store. A few noises of things falling down and banging were heard, while the three ponies looked towards the paper flower on the counter.
It looked pretty simple, actually. LIke a peach and white-coloured rose, masterfully folded out of some kind of soft paper. Attached to the base was a green stem, looking to be made out of some kind of synthetic material, and resting in a glass cup, the way one would put a real rose. All three looked at each other, and back at the rose. Then back at the door, where they could hear more and more banging and fizzling. (What in Equestria was going on in there?) Then they looked at the rose.
"I don't think it'll hurt...it's just a fake flower, right?" the pegasus said.
"Scootaloo, he did say don't touch it."
The earth pony gently poked the glass with a hoof. It moved ever so slightly, and nothing happened. Except that the rose started to fold back up into a bud. All three took a few steps back, as the rose unfolded into its bloom again.
"Well, didn't I tell you NOT to touch me?" a fake voice said from the rose. All three ponies just looked at each other and started laughing.
Nickel Steel walked out of the back, with a small box of something, smiling.
"And that's exactly what it is, it's a fake paper flower that records a message. You know, like a greeting card," Nickel Steel said, putting the box down on the counter, "If she says something bad to you, you can just record it and play it back to her mother."
"Do you have anything in purple?" Sweetie Belle asked.
**Pink Personal Hell**
I had a bit of thinking to do, really. Maybe you can say I chickened out a bit, but I basically spent the day out. Pinkie Pie wanted me to watch movies all night with her so I did. (And Gummy bit onto my hand a few times but at least he didn't hold on the whole time.) For once I woke up before Pinkie Pie did and snuck out.
So I had a bit of second thoughts. These past few weeks really were weird. First there was that freak electrical storm that brought her into my home, then she starts bringing in food that is...admittedly delicious. Even when I went out and got a salad from a salad bar it didn't taste nearly as good as the salads that I made with Pinkie Pie.
So maybe I didn't want to go to this Equestria place quite yet. I mean, I certainly didn't know how that was going to work, after all. There was no other way to explain a pink horse with balloon marks on her arse who seemed to cause us to break the laws of physics whenever we were nearby. (I mean, how else do you think I walked away from hitting the ceiling like that?)
It started to get dark out again. I was out literally all day. I figured I might as well have just gotten it over with and be done with it. I should have told Pinkie that I was getting second thoughts, after all. Almost everywhere I go, I kept getting reminded of Pinkie Pie. It was snowing once more, and the sky was turning pink again. (Like it normally did in the winter.)
When I walked back in the house, I wasn't as nearly discrete as I was the previous day. It was...surprisingly dark inside. The lights weren't on, I wasn't hearing the TV. I didn't hear anything. Apart from my own shoes clopping on the ground. I kicked them off and looked around. No sign of that pink horse around at all.
This was starting to get a little bit unsettling. Normally I had grown to expect hearing Pinkie Pie's hooves clopping on the ground, or hearing the water running as she filled the tub with warm water for Gummy. Or something like the stove running as Pinkie Pie made something like a special surprise.
I took several more steps in and looked around. Did she leave without me? If that was the case, I'd have felt awful about it, and tried to find wherever on earth this magical land called Equestria was just to know she was okay.
There was something weird behind me. I turned around, half expecting to see Slenderman. However, what I found was much much worse. It was Pinkie Pie, and she did not look happy at all. I had never ever seen her angry before, expect when mimicking something she saw on the TV. Steam blew out of her ears as she breathed a cloud of white smoke. Oh shit.
"YOU PINKIE PROMISED!!!" Pinkie Pie shouted, "NOBODY BREAKS A PINKIE PROMISE! NOBODY!!!"
"Wait! I can explain!" I said, backing up.
"YOU BROKE A PINKIE PROMISE!!"
"...oh shit...OH SHIT OH SHIT!" I shouted, turning around and started running, eventually running out of the house, without even stopping to put my shoes back on. I don't think I ever ran that fast. Unfortunately, I couldn't run too fast because of the snow outside. The horse was faster, unfortunately, and I was glomped from behind, falling face-first into the snow. But then we started rolling. We both started twisting, eventually barrel rolling on our backs.
"NOBODY BREAKS A PINKIE PROMISE!" Pinkie shouted, as we started rolling down a hill. Unfortunately, because it was winter, we were starting to pick up snow. We continued to roll and roll more down the hill, picking up snow until we hit a tree at the bottom of the hill, sending all the accumulated snow flying out into one drift.
"I know I know! I'm sorry!" I said.
"WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" She huffed, putting her muzzle against my nose, glaring at me.
"B-But you didn't -HAVE- Pinkies!" I said.
This seemed to do something to her. At least it kept me from getting another mouthful or being reminded that I broke a Pinkie Promise to head with her to Equestria today. Her glare turned from a frown into a smile as she started laughing.
"Ooooh, you mean your little fingers!" She said, before laughing again, "Just be glad I'm not Rarity! She would be much less forgiving!"
"Who's Rarity?" I asked.
"You'll have to find out. Pinkie Promise you'll see Ponyville?" She said, "As in, your whole hand and not your little finger this time?"
"Yeah...Pinkie Promise...I won't go out all day, okay?"
"GREAT!" Pinkie Pie said, "Let's get warmed up!"
**Altering Fate**
"Heeeeey! What happened to my Quesadila?" Somepony said out loud.
Nickel Steel looked up from where he was sitting outside. All he could see was a somewhat familiar unicorn from his "Welcome to Ponyville" party walking by. He remembered something about cupcakes going missing nearby him. Then he looked down at his own quesadilla, and found that it too was missing.
"What the-?" he asked, looking back up. He immediately guessed it was that unicorn who had done it. After all, everyone else seemed to be looking over at Full Beats when he walked by.
Although not everything edible vanished when Full Beats walked by. Someone had a cupcake made out of Marzipan that didn't seem to go missing. Nickel Steel had to wonder if that might have been the rotund looking unicorn doing all of it.
He made it his small mission to look for that gluttonous unicorn Just to confirm himself if it really was Full Beats doing it. (He kept stealing food and his walk would be more of a roll, after all.) Nickel Steel followed the unicorn through down, eventually making his way to the Sugarcube.
"Uh oh," He thought as the unicorn entered the Sugarcube. That probably wasn't going to end well.
He half expected the house to vanish, but nothing happened a few minutes later.
Nickel Steel finally walked into the Sugarcube, and looked around. Strange, it looked as normal as it ever did. No gluttonous unicorn stealing everything in sight.
"Huh," He said.
"Can I help you at all?" Mrs. Cake said, causing Nickel Steel to jump.
"Oh, I'm just looking, thanks," Nickel Steel said. Guess that was good after all. Maybe it wasn't Full Beats stealing food after all.
They were then interrupted by a sound of music. It sounded like ten instruments were being played at once, some of which were even being in unison. He jumped in surprise, all feet landing on the ground. Mr. and Mrs. Cake didn't seem disturbed at all by the sudden intrusion of noise.
"What is that?" Nickel Steel asked.
"Just Pinkie Pie - she's watching the babies and Full Beats came in. They do like playing music with each other," Mrs. Cake said.
"Pumpkin and Carrot can be such a hoofful, can't they? They love bouncing on Beats like that." Mr. Cake laughed.
The music stopped a few minutes later.
"So that's what he's doing in here? Just making the perfect song?"
"What else do you think he'd be doing?" Mr. Cake asked.
"...Nothing, nothing. Say, I do have some bits around." And one of those cupcakes did look pretty tasty to him. Red Velvet with Cream Cheese Frosting - perfect!
\* \* \*
"Hm, I really should find Pinkie Pie some time," Nickel Steel said to himself, as he walked back towards his shop
"Hi!" A familiar voice said from behind him.
The shock sent the pony flying into low orbit. Pinkie Pie had walked right behind him, with another one of her friends in tow. Full Beats had also been with her, and had somehow managed to sneak up behind Nickel Steel without making any sound at all.
"Wow, I don't think I've ever seen anyone go quite that high," Full Beats said, still looking at the blue dot in the sky.
"Oh that's nothing - Rainbow Dash can do high all the time!" Pinkie Pie said.
The two waited for a few minutes, until Nickel Steel started to fall back towards the ground. Rather than landing and making a huge pony-shaped hole on the ground, Full Beats's horn glowed. The Yellowish aura surrounded the unicorn stallion, stopping him in mid-air and gently gliding him to the ground. The aura vanished, although the blue unicorn still collapsed to the ground.
"You alright?" Full Beats asked.
"Thanks, and yes," He said, getting back to his hooves again, "You just shocked me, is all."
"Mr. and Mrs. Cake told me you were looking for me and Beats here!" Pinkie Pie said, standing on her hind legs and wrapping her front leg around Full Beats's neck, bringing the pony close to her, all the while smiling.
"Err, well I was wondering what happened to my Quesadilla earlier - I thought maybe you took it."
Full Beats turned a bit red...and then blue when Pinkie Pie grabbed him a little more tightly. Before he suffocated, she let him go, letting the fat one collapse onto the ground. Pinkie Pie fell back to all four legs again, while Full Beats gasped for air.
"Oh you know what happens! Some things tend to just vanish around him. Did you wanna do something?" She bounced a few times, "I've been looking for something fun to do all day now!"
"Err, well what were you doing earlier?"
"Trying to create the perfect song," Full Beats said, "You see, Pinkie Pie here is probably one of the best musicians in Ponyville."
Pinkie Pie seemed to vanish out of Nickel Steel's line of sight for a moment and then came back with ten instruments attached to her. He blinked - how the heck did she move with such speed like that?
"How the heck do you-"
"Hey! She does it without magic. See?" Full Beats said.
Pinkie Pie bounced around a little as she played all of them at once. Nickel Steel's eyes were almost glued to her - some part of him was wondering how in the heck she was able to do that.
In fact, one other thing that surprised Nickel Steel about Pinkie Pie's skill at playing multiple instruments at once was the fact that they all didn't sound...discordant at all. It was like listening to an entire small orchestra with only one pony playing. Everything was in almost perfect rhythm with each other. The music finally stopped, and Pinkie Pie smiled at Nickel Steel.
"Well what do you think?"
"I'm wondering how you do that..." Nickel Steel asked.
"We're trying to get it to sound juuuust right!" Full Beats said, "See here?"
Nickel Steel turned towards the other unicorn, whose horn was once again glowing. Out of seemingly nowhere (Probably the same space Pinkie Pie kept her instruments), a saxophone appeared alongside a small trumpet. Full Beats then started tapping his hoof on the ground to an invisible beat, as the two instruments started playing. Pinkie Pie joined on in, not playing all of her instruments loud enough to overshadow Full Beats's.
Nickel Steel simply took a few steps back and sat on the ground, as they started to play some kind of jazz-ish sounding music. Full Beats didn't even put any of the instruments to his mouth, magical aura simply guiding the instruments' notes through. He was certainly impressed for sure.
"Hmm, that didn't sound quite right, I think it needs something else," Full Beats said.
"What about a violin, Beats?" Pinkie Pie asked.
"Perfect!" Full Beats said as a violin appeared to come out of this hammerspace, and they started playing their songs again.
By now, a few other ponies had overheard this strange cacophony and had come to investigate. Even a few shopkeepers who didn't leave their stores popped open their windows to investigate. A few pegasi flew over, some hovering, others taking a rest on the roofs.
Neither Pinkie Pie nor Full Beats seemed to even notice that they were beginning to attract a crowd. Or maybe that was what they intended to do in the first place. The ponies had already been used to Pinkie Pie and her ability to play ten instruments simultaneously, but even then, it was quite an unusual sight to see.
Full Beats seemed to simply be keeping his eyes closed, tapping a hoof on the ground to the unseen beat. At the same time, Pinkie Pie coordinated her own hops with this beat. It was a perfect synchronization, too. No matter how many times Pinkie Pie moved around, she would always have all four of her hooves on the ground when Beats's hoof did.
After a little while, they finished their song, earning a bit of applause from the crowd, while a few people even whistled. It was now that they noticed how everyone was watching them. He turned somewhat red at first, but then smiled when he realized that they were actually enjoying it, and not just himself and Pinkie Pie like he normally did. It was the first time he actually performed in public and not around the Cake family, after all.
"That's...amazing..." Nickel Steel said.
"I'm...glad they enjoyed it," Full Beats said, levitated instruments gradually lowering to the ground, "I...never really get to do that."
"Well you should do it more, I'm surprised at how good you are," Nickel Steel said, "So what got you into doing that?"
"Uh....I don't...really..."
"IT'S MUSIC! YOU JUST LOVE IT!!" Pinkie Pie shouted, the force of her voice managing to knock Full Beats onto his side. Given his size, this was quite an impressive feat.
"It's not just that!" Full Beats said, swinging his legs to try to get back up on his hooves. He was surrounded by a blue aura as Nickel Steel lifted him up and placed Beats back up on his hooves. He gritted his teeth, struggling to lift the rather large pony. Full Beats weighed a little more than he thought.
"Thanks," Full Beats said, now back to his hooves.
"Come on, tell him that thing about uh..." Pinkie Pie told Full Beats, "That thing where you put things together!" She hopped a few times again.
"Uh...I...uh..." Full Beats tried to speak something again, but he just couldn't seem to spit it out.
"Maybe some place where you're not being looked at? I got some space in the shop open." Nickel Steel said.
"Uh! Sure! Sure sure!" Full Beats said, following Nickel Steel to the cottage with the wizard hat.
"Hey! Where'd my carrot go?" A pony asked as the two walked by her.
**Pink Personal Hell**
The next day, I didn't do anything that required me to leave home at all. I figured that way I wouldn't be distracted at all and wouldn't go back on the Pinkie Promise at all. Even if she didn't have pinkies and I had technically already gone back on that Pinkie Promise once before, I wasn't about to do it again. (Seriously, Pinkie Pie can be QUITE Scary when she's angry!)
Pinkie Pie had simply waited inside my bedroom after I had gotten everything cleaned and ready. I didn't see Gummy in the tub at all - maybe she had already made a small stop back to Equestria yesterday when I was busy outside. I guess that did make for less baggage after all.
I walked into the bedroom and dragged my red suitcase outside of the closet, right in front of my dresser. Pinkie Pie simply looked at it and giggled.
"You're not gonna need that, Dominic."
"Wudge?" I asked.
"You're not going to need that." Pinkie Pie repeated.
"What, you say that like Equestria is pretty close to here, like...down the street or something."
"It is!" She said, "It's just through that window out there."
I simply looked at the window. I didn't see anything that looked appropriate for some kind of oddly-coloured horse-filled land outside. It simply looked like a bunch of snow had fallen outside the previous night. The same place I had always known to be outside the window.
"You've gotta be kidding me," I said, "Equestria is outside?"
"Noooo! Through the window, silly."
"What, you want me to jump out the window and kill myself? Who are you, a car GPS?"
"No no and no! See? This is supposed to be a window that leads you to Equestria. It's inside Canterlot, too, shame we couldn't have just placed it in Ponyville."
"...Yeah, you first," I said, "I still don't know if I'm going to crash through the glass and kill myself."
"Here, lemme show you!" Pinkie Pie said as she hopped right towards the window. Instead of crashing through it like I assumed she would, she seemed to jump through it like the mirror was made out of some kind of liquid. I gulped hard and then walked closer to the window.
I poked the glass, half expecting it to just be standard glass, only instead, it had a bit of give to it. Like I was actually poking something that wasn't glass. My jaw dropped, as I poked it several more times, sending ripples through the strange thing my window had become. Was it always like this? I certainly hadn't checked since fall when it started to snow.
"I'm crazy..." I said to myself.
**Altering Fate**
Nickel Steel had walked back into the shop with the two ponies in tow. Pinkie Pie seemed to bounce the whole way, while Full Beats's trot was more of a wobble. When he opened the door, he half expected for the other unicorn to get stuck trying to get through the frame.
To his surprise, Full Beats didn't get stuck at all. That was somewhat of a relief - for a minute, Nickel Steel was afraid that the fat unicorn would block the only exit into the house on the ground floor and he'd have to find some way to get him out. (Preferably one that didn't involve putting him on a crash diet until he lost enough weight to be pushed or pulled through.)
"Think maybe you can explain in here, where you're not in public?" Nickel Steel asked the unicorn.
"Well, I love making instruments work together, you know, even ones that don't-"
"He just loves music! Even playing with me!" Pinkie Pie interrupted the unicorn.
"What I meant to say is, I like to just make sounds that play off of-"
"Say! Remember that time I made a silly face and you blew so hard on your trumpet you nearly blew the whole thing up?" PInkie Pie interrupted.
"I meant something more that-"
"Ooooh! There was even that time I had the idea to pour fudge into a breath instrument so you can eat liquid fudge while playing an instrument! The problem with that was that while it was chocolatey, it didn't play the instrument well! And I accidentally covered Full Beats in Chocolate! Remember that time?"
Full Beats simply closed his mouth and sighed. He never could explain something when Pinkie Pie was constantly interrupting. Sometimes, she had the attention span of a cream puff.
"...And then I blew on a trombone that I flooded with chocolate and it made a huuuge bubble!" Pinkie Pie stood back on her hind legs and motioned playing a trombone, and followed by widening her hooves as if a bubble was forming in between her hooves. s
"Pinkie, do you mind?" Nickel Steel asked.
"Sorry," She said.
"I really just try to get the majesticness. I mean, it's like you're the conductor as well as the orchest-"
"And then there was this one time, I accidentally poured bubble bath inside the trombone and sent a stream of bubbles right into Rarity's window! It's a good thing that I didn't destroy any of her-"
"Pinkie!" Nickel Steel said.
"Sorry!"
"Go...uh...occupy yourself with something like...I don't know, look over at that Prank Bit over there, or those chattering teeth."
"Yay!" Pinkie Pie said, running over to try and catch the chattering teeth that seemed to bounce away as soon as the pony came over.
"Okay, while she's distracted...what were you trying to say?"
"Honestly, I make music because I like hearing the different instruments come together. I like hearing the magical combinations of instruments that you'd never expect would work together. I love hearing each sound play off of the others, working together to make a majestic harmony that works together in a beautiful-"
"CAUGHT THEM!" Pinkie Pie said, immediately hopping between the two with the chattering teeth balanced on her front hoof. No sooner had she interrupted the two than the teeth started chattering again. They hopped a few times, before and bouncing right towards Full Beat's horn, latching onto it the way Gummy normally would.
Full Beats didn't even bother to say anything, just let a resigned look spread across his face. No matter what, every time he'd try to describe why he'd like music, something would happen.
**Pink Personal Hell**
I still hesitated just a tad. My window had appeared to have turned into some kind of liquid. I bit my tongue and thought, what the hell, after all. So I pushed the rest of my hand through the window. I half expected it to shatter and send bits of razor sharp glass through my arm. But instead, I simply felt my hand go through.
However, my hand felt weird on the other side. At first, I thought I clenched my hand into a fist somehow. I couldn't feel any of my fingers at all. I tried to unclench my hand but nothing seemed to happen. That was weird. I pulled my hand back out of the window, and found that it indeed was clenched into a fist.
I put my hand back through the window, feeling my fingers seem to clench into a fist before vanishing once again. I pulled it out, and unclenched my fingers. This was actually kind of funny, I thought. I repeated this numerous times. Hand goes in, hand goes out. Hand goes in, hand goes out.
However, my hand didn't come out the next time. Something seemed to grab onto it when I put my hand in the window. I tried to pull it out, but I couldn't. Some strong force was pulling me back into the window. It started to pull me deeper and deeper through the window.
Eventually my whole arm was taken through the window. It didn't feel cold on the other side, simply room temperature. I tried to prop my other hand against the window to pull myself back out, only for that hand to quickly vanish on the other side, fingers clenching into that strange numb fist. Oops, that didn't work. I pulled it back out again.
Before I could grab onto something to try and pull again, that force gave me another pull and I lost my balance, falling forth onto the window frame. What should have knocked me out as I hit the wall didn't, as I instead fell through the window.
It was now that I really noticed what was on the other side. Instead of a drab snowy world, I saw some kind of room. It looked like it was painted with pastels, and quite huge at that. My entire house could fit within just the whole room.
I noticed another strange sensation as my torso fell through that window. There was some strange blue void in my vision where my nose should have been. I looked cross-eyed at it. Wow, weird - blue. What the heck happened? Did I get covered in paint of some kind? My mouth also felt a tad weird.
"Come on, don't struggle," a voice said.
Another strange sensation wracked me. I felt my ears twitching. Now, I don't know if you can wiggle your ears, but that's sort of what it felt like, except somewhat stronger. And at the same time, my ears seemed to be at the top of my head, too. Like Pinkie Pie's were.
I looked towards my waist, and gasped. I could see that my torso was being poked out of a mirror somehow, like the same consistency as my window had become. What I saw in the mirror was most definitely not something I was familiar with at all.
For one, my hair had changed to a complete black, and had grown quite a bit. It even fell over some of my face, too. There was also something strange, like an ice-cream-cone in the middle of my head, but it was coloured blue. Like the rest of me.
I held up my left hand and nearly gasped. It was covered in blue fur - just like my face. But my hands had completely vanished. All that remained of my hand was a solid black hoof. I gulped hard - whatever this was, it was turning me into a horse, just like Pinkie Pie.
"Come-ON! You weigh a TON!" That voice said.
I turned my attention towards that voice, and spotted another horse there. Just like me, she seemed to have a horn poking out of her head. An aura seemed to surround it, something a bit purple and pink-looking. I took a look over at my immobilized right hand - or rather, my front leg, and gasped once more. It was surrounded in the same sparkling aura.
The unicorn gave another big tug, as my legs finally lost balance, slipping off the carpet on the other side. The rest of me quickly followed suit as I flew out of the mirror, landing right on the floor. My arm-I mean, foreleg fell down to the ground, as I looked over my bottom half.
It too had changed, into the lower half of a horse. My legs now bent at a ninety degree angle naturally, forcing me into a quadrupedal stance overall. On the sides of my flank, I could spot something odd - something like a black magic circle, something like a hexagram. My eyes looked a little, towards a foreign sensation around my rear. There was an equine tail right there, black, just like my hair.
"Woo hoo! See! I told you you'd have fun!" I heard Pinkie Pie's voice say.
I looked towards where I heard Pinkie Pie's voice, and for once, actually looked up at her. She loomed over me with a smile, before bouncing around again.
"You look cool! Somehow I knew you would be a unicorn with your habits!" She said.
"Wait, what the hell?" I asked, trying to stand up, only to fall right back down when I lost my balance.
"Pinkie Pie, I think I need to explain," that other unicorn said, walking over to me. I was suddenly surrounded in that aura again as my body was lifted off the ground. I was flipped about ninety degrees again, and placed down on the ground with a few clopping noises. The aura vanished, leaving me standing there. Funny, I was only slightly taller than Pinkie Pie and this unicorn now.
"Welcome to Equestria," the unicorn said with a smile.
"I-I'm a horse?!" I asked.
**Pink Personal Hell and Altering Fate**
"Horse? No, you're a unicorn," the other unicorn said.
"But why in the heck am I like this?" I asked, still flabbergasted.
"Turn around," The unicorn said.
I tried to turn around, only to lose balance again. I wasn't used to walking on all fours. I got lifted back up to all four legs again, this time, I got turned around by the other unicorn.
I looked right at the mirror, and spotted that blue and black unicorn looking back at me. Instinctively, I opened my mouth a few times. The unicorn in the mirror opened up his own mouth. I moved my tail a few times, and the unicorn did so as well. No doubt about it...that unicorn WAS me.
I mouthed out, "What the fuck?" as the purple unicorn in the mirror spoke up.
"See this?" She said, "This is something we found somewhat recently while cleaning out the basement. It acts as a portal into another world. Where ponykind doesn't really exist."
"Then why wasn't Pinkie Pie here-"
"If you happen to represent one of the Elements of Harmony, that world's strange magics don't work on you and allow you to retain your form."
I suddenly thought back to what Pinkie Pie said about Discord and how she blasted him with the Elements of Harmony and turned him into a statue. That must have been what she meant by the Element of Laughter.
"I can't imagine looking like you did as that 'man'," Pinkie Pie said, "Blegh! Uh...no offense."
"...So it lead into my room? Were you guys spying on me or something to take me in here and...I don't know, seduce me or something?"
"E-E-E-EW!" Pinkie Pie said, "Gross! No! We wanted to alter your fate so you wouldn't end up some boring guy with no friends!"
"Fate Alteration?" I asked, "What is this - Vision of Escaflowne?" I checked around to make sure there wasn't some white horse with a demented look on his face jumping out to kill us. But for some reason, I had that feeling of this world being too...saccharine for that to happen.
"Mirror to the other world," the unicorn said, "Show me the one who is alone, the one who does not fit in."
Our reflections vanished from the mirror, as it seemed to swirl. It looked like a whirlpool, somewhat, or what you would expect to see when you looked into the magic mirror. All of a sudden, it started to show something clear. I got a massive sense of deja vu.
I could see someone in a winter coat walking alone. That person had brown hair, and pale skin. He would sit down and watch TV or read something. I saw various footage of groups, where he was the only person who was not talking with someone or dancing.
This TV show started to show various scenes from this person's life. Him being beaten up at school, and nobody coming to help. Him sitting all by himself, with nobody coming by. People avoiding the boy, scene after scene of him avoiding the crowds, always by himself.
I made that stunning realization - that boy was me. I recognized everything. The time I was stuffed head-first into a trash can. The time I was forced to do an entire project by myself. The time I was rear-ended and the person just drove away, leaving me to fix the damage by myself. All the times I was alone, all the times I didn't fit in.
"Stop," The unicorn said. The world itself seemed to ripple as my eyes started to close a little bit. I was forced to squint, as it all wavered. I felt several tears leaving my eyes...what, was I crying?
"Aww don't cry! You're here now - that's all that matters! We can throw a party for you to welcome you to Ponyville! Come on! Let's tell the princesses!"
"What, princess-"
I got interrupted by Pinkie Pie suddenly nudging me and pushing me out of the room. I couldn't even drag my hooves - after all, they had less traction on the floor.
\* \* \*
I had a lot of trouble trying to climb up the stairs. Do you have any idea what it's like to walk on all four legs again? It took a little practice just for me to be able to walk on my own - and even more for me to get up the stairs. Several times, I lost my balance and even hit my horn on the stairs. Pinkie Pie felt it was a little funny.
Eventually, I was brought into this room with a red carpet, after we passed several other horses who seemed to be dressed in armour. I thought it looked somewhat romanesque in design, but I never got a good look on it. When I fell behind, Pinkie Pie would run behind me and start pushing me again.
We passed by a door that was far far too big for any of these creatures to ever possibly open by themselves. (Seriously, who needed doors that big?) Stained glass windows lined the walls, overlooking blue and light blue checkered floors. I noticed a small staircase leading to a platform of some kind.
"We're heeeere!" Pinkie Pie announced, "And we have Dominic with us too!"
Two other ponies seemed to appear out of seemingly nowhere. Or maybe I did not notice them. Maybe they were already there to begin with. They towered over me - and not just because of their standing on the platform. I didn't know what to call them at first - something like a pega-corn. Both of them had horns like me and this purple one, but wings like a pegasus. Both of their horns were even longer and more pointed.
If there was anything to describe these two, it was other worldly. The lighter coloured one had a flowing mane of four colours. Pink, Blue, Mint green, and Teal. She also had purple eyes that looked somewhat calming. The other one, the darker horse, was more indigo. Similar to the lighter horse, her mane seemed to flow completely differently, but it was a dark blue, surrounded by a corona of a slightly lighter shade of blue. In contrast, this horse's teal eyes seemed to gaze into your own being. (She did have a...sterner look on her face, after all.) Some part of me was a bit relieved that the more friendly looking one was taller, but size didn't mean everything, after all.
"You stand before the great Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna," the unicorn said.
"Well done, Pinkie Pie," the white horse said, "He has chosen to come after all. I feared after yesterday, he might not have."
"The question is," The darker horse said, "Will he stay?"
"Dominic here has become my friend!" Pinkie Pie said, "Of course he will! Give him time!"
"Err, what do you mean by staying?" I finally managed to ask, "I uh, Pinkie-Promised I'd come to Equestria, but I didn't say anything about staying..."
"You have seen your potential fate, haven't you?" The darker horse said, still seeming to glare at me, "Of being alone, separated from your own peers, as I was in the moon?"
That I did not hear about. I nervously nodded a bit, eyes watering somewhat at the old wounds that had been opened up by that mirror.
"You have been given a chance, Dominic," The darker horse said, "To alter your own fate, and become someone who knows what friendship truly is. That is why we sent Pinkie Pie here to your world."
"But what if it's the same here and I...What if I want to go back?"
"Then we will let you return to where you originally come from, and to alter your fate yourself," The white horse said, "We are not forcing you to stay here. However, we do ask that you at least give it a chance. You have already made a friend in Pinkie Pie. And we are very willing to accommodate you until you are ready to make your decision."
"I can tell you this," The purple unicorn said to me, "You will not regret staying in Ponyville even for a little while."
"What is your decision, Dominic?" The dark horse said, "Will you at least accept our generosity, and give yourself a chance?"
I thought for a minute, looking at Pinkie Pie. She seemed to be smiling in anticipation. How could anyone say no to a face like that? Even then, I owed it to them, for doing all this for me. That was...easily the nicest thing anyone has ever done to me before in my life.
"I'll...I'll do it." I finally got the words out.
**Altering Fate**
Nickel Steel had walked back to Zecora's hut, by himself this time. Already he was getting settled in officially. Several ponies had asked him for various bits of advice, and he even had plans to meet some of his new friends for a bit of a get-together later that night.
Already, they had somewhat of a plan to help their friend Full Beats out. He still had somewhat of a problem wanting to share his music to the rest of Ponyville, instead of just him, Pinkie Pie, and the Cake family. He was somewhat like Fluttershy that way.
He had already helped Fluttershy out, not just tracking down several shinies that had gone missing from the magpie she and Draco Scales took care of. Draco Scales himself was even willing to try teaching Nickel Steel some shapeshifting magics, which he picked up a bit easily. (However he wasn't ready to show that to everyone else yet - especially since he actually did shift into a minotaur and was warned to avoid Fluttershy the way he looked.)
Heck, he even heard Diamond Tiara got a little talking to from her mother after she and Silver Spoon got recorded making fun of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. They certainly thanked him for it, and even pranked Applejack with the Prank Bit. (Gave her a bit of a workout trying to chase it, after all.)
Nickel Steel raised a hoof and knocked on the door to Zecora's hut. Not long after, he heard her voice telling him to come in, surprisingly not even rhyming.
"Ah, Nickel Steel, tell me today how do you feel?" Zecora asked when she recognized the blue unicorn. He smiled back at her.
"Great," he said, "Say, do you suppose you can answer a question for me?"
She nodded, not even bothering to rhyme a response to that.
"Well," he said, "Do you perhaps have something to help Fluttershy? I think her grass has somewhat of a fungal infection in some areas. I spotted some mycelium. Don't want to make her animals sick."
"I can make an anti-fungal potion with ease, but tell me this, do her or any of her animals cough or wheeze?"
"Nope," Nickel Steel said, knowing she would ask about that.
"Then all that she'll need is a potion to make the fungus recede from her roof," Zecora said, "I'm quite glad that you too keep her health on top of your hoof."
"Yeah, do you need me to gather the ingredients, too?"
"When it comes to mold, often you only need copper which some already hold."
"Oh yeah, of course," Nickel Steel said, "Thank you again, Zecora."
"Any time you need my aid you do not need to be afraid, my friend," Zecora said.
A smile spread across Nickel Steel's face after her rhyme. She didn't seem to immediately understand why such a simple rhyme would touch him so, and made a note to ask Twilight. After all, the letter she had been given had mentioned he was rather special.
\* \* \*
Full Beats walked into Nickel Steel's shop. At the same time, a passing pony noticed that one of the turnips from his grocery bag seemed to have gone missing. He looked around and didn't find anything, apart from the yellow unicorn walking into the new magic shop.
Pinkie Pie wasn't around thankfully for Full Beats. He had tried to talk to Nickel Steel only for Pinkie Pie to appear from the middle of nowhere somehow. At one point, she had told them she was doing something with Rainbow Dash, only for her to appear right in between the two and talk about a time she did something funny.
"So, do you think Pinkie Pie will find some way to interrupt us again?" Full Beats asked.
"Well, I gave her a Prank Bit. That might be able to occupy her for...a little while, until she finds something else fun to do."
\* \* \*
Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie was running through Ponyville, chasing a Bit that seemed to bounce away every time she tried to grab it.
"I'll get you sometime! Some time!!" She shouted, chasing the Bit even further.
\* \* \*
"Well, have you ever noticed something, that every time food is nearby you, it seems to vanish?" Nickel Steel asked the unicorn.
"Wha?" Full Beats asked in a rather muffled voice. His cheeks were full of something, something he was chewing.
Nickel Steel looked over at a small table, where he had placed devil's food donut to use as an example of Full Beats's strange quirk. He looked back at the unicorn and identified bits of chocolate crumbs sticking in the fur by his mouth.
"Like that, see?" Nickel Steel said, smiling, "I had a donut right here and it seemed to vanish. Now I see crumbs by your mouth."
"I didn't notice that..." Full Beats said, blushing a bit, "Are you yelling at me?"
"Nope, not at all, I actually find it quite intriguing."
Nickel Steel took another donut out from a concealed package and placed it onto the small saucer. Full Beats eyed the chocolate donut, but turned them back to Nickel Steel. They were all good donuts after all...but he had to resist.
"I don't exactly know what you mean...I know I have eaten a lot more since I came to Ponyville."
"Really, where did you live before?"
He responded with another muffled noise. The chocolate donut vanishing from its perch and appearing in his mouth. His eyes widened a bit, suddenly noticing that he tasted chocolate...and sugar. And glazing. Sweet sweet glazing.
"Uh," Full Beats swallowed the donut, "I stayed in Canterlot for a little while after I came from...far away...is that what you mean by food randomly vanishing?"
"Yeah, see?" Nickel Steel gestured towards the now empty saucer.
"Well I have been eating more...I mean it is so good after all."
"Well, where're you from after all? Didn't you stay in Canterlot too for awhile?"
"Yeah, although I don't think I've developed such a...miraculous ability to make food disappear from across the room."
Another donut was lifted onto the perch. This one didn't even last more than a few minutes before Full Beats swallowed it. (Though at least he never forgot to chew, thankfully for him.) Full Beats smiled sheepishly, almost baaing as he did. What could he say - he loved chocolate a lot. Almost enough to say chocolate chips in slow motion.
"What, I never ate this much back home. I don't think I even notice it sometimes." Full Beats said.
"Not to be rude or anything but," He looked over at the rather rotund looking unicorn, "Were you always that round?"
"No," Full Beats sweatdropped, "Sort of happened, I guess. I mean, the food here is certainly great. I mean...I don't think I ever ate a whole cake in one sitting before I came to Ponyville."
"Yeah, that is kind of true, isn't it?" Nickel Steel said, "And Pinkie is a great cook. Even some of her...weird stuff like the Cherry-changa or whatever the heck those things are."
"That reminds me! There was this one time, she caramelized a whole salad with a frosting and made it into a pastry filling like a pie! It tasted so good!" Full Beats said.
Nickel Steel raised an eyeridge - he never heard of that before. He had seen some caramelized onions in the Sugarcube corner before, but never heard of a salad pie before.
His thoughts were interrupted by a small metallic pinging noise on the floor. Both Nickel Steel and Full Beats looked towards the source of this noise, spotting a small shiny Bit on the floor. They looked towards each other somewhat nervously.
"That's a Prank Bit, isn't it?" Full Beats asked.
Not more than a few minutes later, Pinkie Pie came charging through the store after the shiny bit she never seemed to catch, practically flattening Nickel Steel and Full Beats in the process of chasing the shiny thing.
**Pink Personal Hell and Altering Fate**
"What exactly is your name?" I was asked by Princess Luna.
"Dominic," I answered.
"That will not do at all," she answered, "What do you think is a more appropriate name for him?"
"I'm thinking," Princess Celestia said.
"What about Sour Steel?" Pinkie Pie spoke up.
"No, doesn't sound very befitting of him," Luna responded.
"Something that still sounds like your original name, perhaps?" Celestia spoke up.
"Domination Steel?" I hazarded.
Pinkie Pie started laughing at the suggestion. Definitely wasn't a good idea there.
"I know, Nickel Steel perhaps?"Luna added, "It still sounds like 'Dominic'."
I nodded - I guess that sort of fit. My fur did look rather blue, like cobalt after all. Guess that did give me a very metal sounding name.
"He seems to agree," Celestia said with a smile, "I grant you with the name Nickel Steel."
"Hi Nickel Steel! I'm Pinkie Pie!" The Pink Pony said to me.
"But I already know you!" I said.
"You don't know me as Nickel Steel after all."
"You will be called Nickel Steel solely until you truly recognize it, refrain from referring to him as Dominic, please" Luna said, turning her attention to Pinkie Pie as well.
I nodded again - this was going to be a bit of work. But I guess it did sort of sound like my name before. Around now, the purple unicorn stepped in front of me.
"We have not officially been introduced - my name is Twilight Sparkle."
"Err, hello Twilight," I said, "You know me as Do-I mean, Nickel Steel."
"For the moment, you will stay in a tower in Canterlot we have set aside for you, where you will be taught the essentials," Celestia said, "Twilight, do you wish to show him to his quarters?"
"Let's go together! We can have a little welcome party there!" Pinkie Pie shouted.
Luna smiled just a tad at that, and then spoke up.
"PINKIE PIE, YOU ARE FREE TO ESCORT NICKEL STEEL TO HIS CHAMBERS AS WELL, YOU ARE ALSO FREE TO RETURN TO PONYVILLE AT YOUR DISCRETION." She shouted.
The force of her voice sent all three of us falling right to the floor. I slid back a tad at the sheer volume.
"Luna, please don't use your royal voice so recklessly, you'll scare people," Celestia said. All three of us were still on the floor, stunned, but I could make out what Luna's response was.
"Grant me a bit of entertainment every now and then," Luna smiled.
\* \* \*
The door to the magic shop opened up, ringing the bell. Nickel Steel walked out of the back to the counter, wondering who these new customers might be, figuring he could put off stacking some boxes of no-stick glitter for a little while. After all, the customers came first.
It was none other than Twilight Sparkle and her dragon friend, Spike. Accompanying them was Pinkie Pie, who looked quite anxious. She was waiting for something, although the unicorn couldn't immediately guess what.
"It's time," Twilight said, "I have to write a letter to Princess Celestia once a week, but I'm sure given your situation,she wouldn't mind hearing from you instead."
A scroll was levitated over to the counter, along with a quill pen that Spike had carried. Pinkie Pie still waited with a smile, hopping a few times with excitement.
"Has it really been that long?" Nickel Steel said.
"Yep," Twilight said.
"Boy has it flown by, well sure thing," Nickel Steel said, "Okay, I'll have to be a little patient."
His horn glowed as the scroll opened up, quill levitating over to the paper as he begun to write. Out of habit, he instinctively left a few scribbles on the edge of the paper before remembering you didn't have to make sure the quill was working, just like a real pen full of ink.
Nickel Steel wrote slowly, so the princesses could read his writing. He had already tried a few times, only for the results to look slightly better than his handwriting before - something resembling a drunk epileptic spider that fell in an inkpot and had a seizure on the page. He also read what he wrote out loud, figuring the other ponies had a right to know what was being written. (And so they could remind him of anything he missed.)
*"Dear Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.*
*This has been quite the amazing time in Ponyville. I met all sorts of people who accepted me for who I am. They don't just look at me like I am the person running the magic shop, or someone who is just there to do stuff. I've learned a lot about friendship the past month or so, when I first met Pinkie Pie.*
*You have told me to at least give it a try, and I have decided to stay in Ponyville."*
"YIPEEE!" Pinkie Pie said as she hopped right at the unicorn, interrupting his letter as he was knocked to the ground.
"AGGGH!" Nickel Steel shouted as she glomped him. Twilight and Spike ran to the counter and looked over it to investigate the Pinkie Pie damage.
"I knew you'd do it! I knew you'd make the right choice!" Pinkie Pie said, hopping up and down excitedly, "We can do all sorts of fun stuff! We can throw parties, we can play music, we can race, we can try on Rarity's clothing, we can go bowling, we can do magic things, we can visit Cloudsdale with Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy, we can visit the Crystal Empire and meet Twilight's brother, we can go to this year's Galloping Gala, we can..."
"Pinkie, I think Nickel Steel has to finish writing his letter," Twilight laughed.
"Oh, sorry," She said, taking a few steps back. Nickel Steel's eyes were still spirals, small stars orbiting his head, being chased by miniature Pinkie Pies hopping on invisible floors.
"When he wakes up," Spike laughed.
Several minutes later, Nickel Steel finally got back up lifting the quill back up again after giving it a few more dips of ink.
*"I feel more at home here surrounded by ponies who accept each other for who they are. I thank you so much for giving me that chance to alter my fate in Equestria, and for sending Pinkie Pie to my house. Even though she started to annoy me at first with her hyperactivity and eagerness, she meant well. She's become one of my best friends ever, as odd as it was that somepony slow and grumpy like me and someone like Pinkie Pie."*
"Awwwww!" Pinkie Pie said, "That's so cute!"
"Anything else you want to say?" Twilight asked.
*"I also thank you for giving me a job. I'm getting better at magic, thanks to Twilight, Zecora, Draco, and the others. I look forward to learning more and more about myself in this land that should be new to me."*
\_"Thank you again \_
\_ -Nickel Steel."\_
"There, how's that?" Nickel Steel asked.
"They'll be delighted!" Twilight said, rolling the scroll up with magic and holding it to Spike. The dragon held it in his claws and then breathed his fire on it, appearing to burn the letter out of existence.
"Wait, did you just burn it?" Nickel Steel asked.
"That's how I send letters," Spike said.
"Oooooh....OOOOOH!" Nickel Steel responded.
"Let's party!" Pinkie Pie said, "You chose to stay after all!" She hopped up and down again.
"Yeah, let's burn some of that energy off," Nickel Steel said.
The four left the magic shop, gently laughing.
\* \* \*
"So he has decided to stay," Celestia said, as she read over Nickel Steel's letter.
"I had faith in him," Luna answered, looking over the letter as well, "It was a healthy decision after all, just like sending Twilight to Ponyville."
"Do you perhaps think, that there could be others like Nickel Steel in that other world, who may deserve this opportunity?"
"Don't ever doubt yourself," Luna answered, "After all, Nickel Steel was not the first, and he most certainly will not be the last. You didn't doubt any of them like Full Beats or Draco Scales."
"Correct," Celestia said, "I'm so glad that mirror was found by us. Who knew what could have happened if it were discovered by somepony else, who didn't wish to use it to help other beings."
**Pink Personal Hell and Altering Fate - The End** | FSE |
Title: Being Helpful Pt. 03
Tags: brother sister incest, exhibitionism, incest, kissing, love, pee, reluctance, shower, sister
*This story includes incest and some reluctance, (no period this time). This one moves a bit slower...*
Ever since I had decided I wanted Octavia, all I felt was pressure to act on my desire. Days passed since her red well had dried up and I was still afraid to make my move. My free pass to her body seemed to be confined between the time she began bleeding until the time she stopped, and even then she had to initiate contact or be in exorbitant amounts of pain before I'd touch her.
The closeness and openness we had gained was relegated to awkward movie nights where I would steal awkward glances over to her and say awkward things. It seemed in order to accomplish my goal of fucking my big sister before my little sister came to live with us, I had to recapture ground I had already taken. I had to forget about the endgame to become myself again, and from there take baby steps in the right direction.
It took a couple days to turn the rudder in my mind away from the intended destination, but the tension finally dissolved and we talked and ate and laughed and watched TV like normal. We became as close as ever. One day, I spotted the perfect opportunity to take one of those aforementioned baby steps. Octavia was sprawled across the couch watching TV when I walked in. She was wearing short gym shorts so her feet, legs and thighs were out. I nonchalantly lifted her legs up and sat underneath them, setting her feet in my lap with my hand on top of a shin. She smiled over to me and turned back to her show. Slowly, I began moving my hands on her supple skin, first just a light brush of my thumb, but soon enough I was massaging her feet.
Though I had touched my sister's body many times, it had always been with the mutual understanding that it was for her cramps. So after the foot rub, it was like new territory had been taken and we were now free to touch each other wherever our underwear didn't cover. She became more touchy-feely than I'd ever known her to be, needing to touch my arm while laughing at a joke, laying her head on my chest or across my lap during movies. I felt comfortable enough now to rub her feet whenever I wanted or put my arm around her waist with a hand full of curvy flesh.
Days after the initial foot rub, Octavia was out and I was mowing the lawn. We have a rather large yard and it was well above 80 degrees so I began to get hot and sweaty and took off my tshirt and finished bare chested. Midway through, Octavia returned home. She seemed to be surprised by my toplessness and kept stealing glances at my sweaty bare chest as she walked past me into the house. When I was finished, I put way the lawnmower, came inside and poured myself a cold glass of ice water.
I stood in the kitchen downing the cold water when Octavia came up from the basement and seemed a bit startled as she viewed me. "Hey," I said after I drank the cup.
"Hey," she replied with a slight smile painted on he lips. She wasn't looking at my face but at my chest and abs which I realized was glistening with sweat when I looked down. When my gaze rose again to her face, she had her lower lip pinched between her teeth. She fixed her face again when she saw me smiling at the way she ogled me. I was ecstatic but she was a little embarrassed and walked past me abruptly.
I stayed topless the rest of that day. After I showered, I 'forgot' to dry my upper body, leaving it wet on display for Octavia. She stole glances here and there all day and found any excuse to touch my chest and abs as she brushed past me. I resolved that I would no longer wear a shirt at home, at least until Priscilla came.
The next day I stayed in my short boxer briefs instead of donning jogging pants and a tee. The underwear were the kind that are designed to show off your package and I was nervous at first, but I knew I was running out of time so I forced myself to exit my room wearing the bit of red and grey cotton. When Octavia saw me her eyes got wide briefly and she stifled a gasp. She played it off well, walking past me into the bathroom saying, "good morning."
The rest of the day, just like the day before, she couldn't keep her eyes to herself and was forced to speak when I caught her staring and blushing. "Those look..., comfy," she said smirking.
"Yeah, got too lazy to get fully dressed, especially if I'm not going anywhere," I said nonchalantly.
"I see," my sister said thoughtfully. "Makes sense. It's warm enough for it, even with the AC on." In truth, the AC made it almost too cool to be four fifths naked.
"Yeah," I agreed.
Later that night, I was watching TV and Octavia came and sat down next to me with her back in the corner of the L-shaped sofa and her bare legs in my lap. I laid my hands on her crossed ankles and she began to wiggle her feet side to side while we watched Netflix. Suspiciously, her heel kept creeping closer and closer to the bulge of my crotch. When it touched, my cock twitched. I panicked and pushed her feet forward some. "Oops, sorry," she said, stifling a laugh.
She resumed wiggling her pretty feet in my lap, three inches away from my half hard cock. I tried to keep my focus on the screen and off my sister's sexy legs. "Could you rub my feet, Xy?" she asked, looking over to my face, then down to my slightly larger bulge.
"Yeah, ok," I said.
I began to rub her feet and she let out an almost sexy sounding hum, "mmmm."
I couldn't help but grow almost fully erect. I glanced over to Octavia with a tentative, questioning look. She was staring right at it, smiling. I was so embarrassed. "I, uh, it's just...,"
She giggled, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."
"I know..., I just. *This* is not even..., its like, a platonic thing and I'm all...," I gestured toward my erection and shook my head.
"Oh, I know but, it's ok. I'm your sister. You have touched my pussy plenty of times, y'know, to help me or whatever, and I've given you like... a bunch of blowjobs. You have nothing to be ashamed of," she soothed. "And don't let it keep you from massaging my feet. It feels really good."
I smiled and continued to massage her. She moaned softly at my firmer squeezes and I relaxed too, though my cock never did. Her moisturized legs became uncrossed as I worked them in my hands and the right one began to graze against my cock. I started to ascend her juicy legs, massaging the shins and calves of each leg and dared myself to go higher, to her thighs or possibly even higher! But when I got to her knees, I wanted to check her expression and when I did, I realized that she had fallen asleep. I gently slipped from underneath Octavia's legs and went to my room to go to sleep as well. *Baby steps*, I ruminated as I drifted off to sleep. *Baby steps*.
I woke up to the smell of food. Octavia was cooking breakfast, like she sometimes did. I walked towards the kitchen and was pleasantly surprised by the sight. I could see her back from the side. A pair of white cotton panties hugged her hips and a red lace camisole covered her top. On further inspection, I noticed that the top was cropped to show her midriff (kind of like a bra and half a top) and the tight panties could almost pass for a thong, showing most of my sister's portly ass cheeks.
I stood for a few seconds, contemplating what to do. The safest option was to simply ignore her near nudity. A bolder one would be to do what my raging libido wanted to do which was to take her then and there, but I wasn't brave enough for that. *Baby steps*, I reminded myself. *What's a baby step beyond a hard cocked, underwear clad foot rub?*
My heart beat sped and thundered as I walked toward the kitchen, my sister unaware of my presence. She jumped as I placed my hands on her waist and kissed her on the cheek. "Good morning, babe," I said as casually as possible, immediately regretting the 'babe' part. I awaited a reaction as her confusion turned to a big smile in less than two seconds.
"Hey, good morning sweetie," she said and returned a kiss to my cheek. Relieved, I sat down at the table and after a few minutes Octavia set my plate in front of me and sat cater corner to me at the adjacent side of the table.
We talked causally as we ate, both our eyes bouncing from each other's faces to our chests and then back. "Man, I swear you got magic hands. I was watching the show and suddenly I was out cold," she giggled.
"Yeah, I looked up and you were sleep. Too bad you didn't stick around for the happy ending," I half jested, laughing. Octavia burst out laughing too, blushing shyly.
I freely and frequently glanced at my sister's cleavage between her half covered breasts. She didn't seem to mind as she was busy eyeing my chest. "I see you decided to go without clothes today...," I said.
"Just following suit. If *you* were gonna be half naked I figured what the hell, y'know. It's a lot more comfortable, and we don't need to have the AC as cold. Win win."
"Yeah, it *is* comfortable. And you look good like that too," I dared to say.
"Oh, thank you," Octavia blushed. She then looked down at herself. "Doesn't really match though. I don't even know where the matching panties are for this top."
I chuckled. "None of your panties and bras match." I saw her give me a look. "Still cute though. Might even be better not to match."
"Hm, it definitely feels better. The panties that come in a set with the cutest bras always cut into my ass, and my crotch. With these, I only have to worry about wedgies," she giggled as she stood and used her left index finger to pull the back edge of her panties and get them out of her ass. "They're still super comfy though."
"Oh, I thought it was a thong," I stated.
"Uh uh, these are cheekies," she said and spun around, showing me what she was talking about, "they don't go all the way in between the booty, but show off a little bit. A thong would be more like," she scrunched the panties tight between her bouncy ass cheeks, "this. See?" She smiled over her shoulder mischievously.
"Oh," I said absently, taking in the beauty of my sister's panties pulled up her butt. "That must be..., uncomfortable."
She giggled, removed the panties from her cleft and turned back around. "Not really. Sometimes they just ride up there and I have to deal with it. If the material isn't really rough, it's not so bad. See these are super soft. Here, feel," she said, standing a few feet away from me. I hesitated. "Here," she said again, holding out her panties by the thin, lacy band so I could finger the texture.
I stood and stepped to her, my gaze dropping from her smirking eyes to her crotch. She held out the front of her panties between the center and her left hip. I could see some of her bushy pubic hair as I reached in and pinched her panties between thumb and forefinger, rubbing them together to feel the texture. My knuckles brushed her an inch below the belly button and I could feel her supple skin as well as the silky material that was a little warm from her body. "Oh, that *is* soft," I agreed with fingers still trailing on the inside of her white panties.
"Told ya," she said and then pinched some of the cotton at the side of the tent my erection had created. "Yours is pretty soft too."
We stood there feeling each others underwear for an awkwardly long time. I wanted to escalate. *Grope her! Kiss her! Pull her panties down! Do something!* I screamed to myself internally until I chickened out and reneged. "I'm gonna go shower," I blurted nervously, letting go of my sister's panties and walked away to the bathroom. No option I could have taken would have been a baby step, I told myself. I spent the rest of the day regaining confidence and hoping I could redeem myself at the next opportunity.
The next morning, Octavia walked in on me preparing to brush my teeth, wearing nothing but the white panties from the day before. She immediately covered her tits with her left hand as she nudged me aside to grab her toothbrush from the medicine cabinet. I squeezed some toothpaste on her toothbrush and we began brushing our teeth beside each other, silently, awkwardly. She kept one arm across her chest, really only covering a small area of her breasts around her nipples. Her tits were big and soft but firm, conforming to her restricting arm and puffing up like pillows. I still lusted to see the fully naked flesh. *Say it. Say it. Say it, say it, say it!* I was screaming at myself for most of the awkward time.
"Y'know, you don't really need to cover those, nothing I haven't seen...," I finally said, sounding indifferent. She looked at me in the mirror and smiled cutely, though she tried not to, then rested her left hand on the side of the sink, baring her breasts and letting them drop to their natural height. I spied them in the mirror, unabashed. Her pinkish nipples hardened rather quickly from the cool air. Once I finished brushing, I put my arm around my sister's waist and gave her a sloppy smooch on the cheek, leaving a foam of toothpaste on her face before she pushed me away giggling. "Good morning, by the way," I laughed and started to rinse my mouth.
When I looked up again Octavia was fingering the foam from her cheek into her mouth. I was a little stunned as she continued to brush her teeth, smiling at herself. "That's kind of nasty," I chuckled.
"What? You're my brother, not like you got hep C or something," she said with a smile. I chuckled at the familiar words, trying to remember when I had heard them..., or said them.
I turned on the shower and Octavia stepped past me, dropped her panties to the floor and sat on the toilet. I looked at her, a bit startled. "Nothing you haven't seen," she parroted mockingly and began to piss. Even her urinating was lovely to watch. I started talking to her about something or other just to keep staring at the goddess on her porcelain throne. I could even see the stream of urine pour from between her thighs, beneath the untamed patch of thick, curly hair.
I allowed her privacy to wipe herself when the stream had slowed, turning to pull my underwear off before stepping into the hot shower. But before I think she even had time to wipe, she pulled back the shower curtain that I had just closed and stepped in behind me. "*What* are you doing?" I chuckled, nervous to turn and face her beautiful body and charming eyes. It seems she too was taking steps of her own, hers much bigger than mine. *Toddler steps*, I coined them. Whatever she may have called them, they were big enough to leave me petrified, halting my own advancement for the day.
"I don't want you using all the damned hot water," she said. "You shower super long and I don't wanna have to wait for you to finish, and then wait an hour for the water to warm up again. And it's no big deal, really. You've seen me naked, I've seen you naked..., it'll be like when you and Priscilla used to bathe together," she offered innocently.
*Yeah, but more like when you and I showered together just a few weeks ago, y'know, when I came on you* I thought but didn't say, agreeing to share a shower with her nonetheless. We really didn't shower like we did the first time though. We did jostle a bit, however. Our bodies brushed when she slid past me to hog the showering water, then some more as we wrestled each other for position. Her wet tits slipped into my arm when she passed me, nipples fully erect. My hard cock had slapped her hip a couple times, and got accidentally (I swear) sandwiched between her booty cheeks for a second or two when I picked her up by her waist to place her back behind me. Soapy wet, stark naked and giggling like children, we tussled under the water almost until it ran lukewarm. And we also managed to clean ourselves... eventually.
My sister and I toweled off in front of each other, completely unfazed by our nudity. We had just spent the last hour naked together and so we simply got used to it. My cock receded back to about a third its potential, still pretty impressive looking but hanging down rather than pointing forward. It was simply comfortable at this point. And Octavia made it known she felt the same way.
"See this is just nice," she exhaled with a stretch as she freely tiptoed through the house, "just walking around, in the open air, naked as God intended..." I stopped at the entryway to the kitchen as she walked all around it, then came back past me and spun in a circle in the living room. "Isn't this awesome!?"
"Yeah..., it's nice," I said in truth.
"We should stay like this, like all the time," Octavia suggested, smiling with her twinkly blue eyes. "I don't know why families *have* to wear clothes at home anyway."
I could think of at least one reason...
"So you want to be naked *all* the time?" I asked for clarification.
"As long as we're home alone..., and you're not like, grossed out...," I realized she left it open for me to answer.
"Oh, no, no, not at all!" I said with an air of disbelieving amusement.
She smiled. "Ok, then its it's settled, no clothes on in the house unless we have company! It's a new house rule!"
That one wasn't left as a question. I would be walking around the house naked with my naked sister every day from now...
"Wait, what about when Priscilla comes?" I asked.
Octavia's expression drooped just a bit. "Shit..., should have thought of this sooner. But we gotta make the most of it while we can."
"Or..., maybe..., when Priscilla gets here, we can convince her to go nude too...," I said, simply searching for a solution.
"*That's* gonna be difficult," she scoffed.
"Well, you convinced me to do... more than that. And Priscilla is a little bit more adventurous than you remember. I bet I could get her naked in less than a week," I said.
"Why would you want to get your little sister naked?" she confronted my misspoken words sharply.
"Not *I* could get her naked, not..., like she could, would, because she's eighteen now and-" my words were a nervous disorganized mess.
"Oh,*she's eighteen now*. I *see*. Well, good luck getting your little sister naked when she comes," she spat sharply and headed straight for her room. "Pervert!" she hissed as she stormed away.
I stood for a while processing what the hell just happened. For one thing, I realized how much of a creep I sounded. Octavia had moved away when she went to college, only returning on holiday weekends, less frequently as the years went on. And Priscilla would sometimes be away for those holidays, so she may have been fourteen the last time the two sisters had seen each other in person. To try to 'get her naked in less than a week' was the worst choice of words.
The other issue, which I was unsure about, is the fact that Octavia seemed jealous, which would mean she had feelings for me and was maybe worried that I would be into either sister. How could I convince her I only had eyes for her? That is, *if* she even felt that way. As I contemplated this, Octavia returned fully dressed from her room and stormed out the door, got in her car and left. *Did I screw this up?* I feared.
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Late that night, Octavia returned home and I had put on a pair of gym shorts and an A shirt. I was watching Netflix in the finished basement den, lit only by the TV screen. She sat next to me in a tense silence for a long while. I figured she was still mad until she spoke up.
"Hey, Xylander, um, sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have stormed out without giving you time to say what you really meant...," she left space for me to respond.
"No problem, sis. I get why you were mad. I mean, you still think of Priscilla as a little girl so it sounds weird that I want to see her naked, *NOT* that I want to see her naked... I just, I didn't mean to say what I said."
"So...," her voice was as small as a child's, "what, what *did* you mean?"
I sighed, searching for the right words. "I just meant, there may be a way to keep..., what we have even if Prissy is here. It's..., nice, to be close like we are..."
"I see," she said thoughtfully, and thought some more. "I guess that's what I felt weird about. Like, if Priscilla is here, would *we* still be close?"
"Of course," I said incredulously. "Why would it change?"
"C'mon Xy, our relationship may seem normal to us, but it's weird to everyone else. Most brothers don't act like you, showering with their sister, helping her period cramps by licking her pussy. They would say it's *incest*. We couldn't do any of this stuff with Priscilla around, y'know. And if we somehow got her to join in..., I just don't wanna lose my baby brother. I want you *all* to myself," she said, leaning her her head on my shoulder.
"You won't lose me," I said and kissed her on the head, running fingers through her black silken hair.
"You promise?" she asked like a little girl, lifting her head to look into my eyes with her starry blues shimmering up at me.
"I promise," I said and went to kiss her forehead again, but she lurched up like a viper and caught me on the lips, then smiled widely at my surprised expression. I stared at her for a split second then lifted her chin with a finger and planted a set of three tender kiss on her soft lips. "I promise, I promise, I promise," I said after each one.
"Good," she pouted and kissed me once more. "Now to enforce the new rules," she said, tugging my undershirt upward by the bottom hem.
I lifted my arms up in surrender but feigned protest verbally. "Hey! You aren't the clothes police. *You're* still fully dressed."
Now with my shirt off, she began sliding my jogging pants down, dragging my underwear with them. "*I* just got here. *You*," she yanked my bottoms past my hovering butt, "were here all day. And you *put on* clothes!"
"So unfair," I snickered as I kicked the clothes off my feet.
"Okay, maybe we can both be cops - enforcing the house rules on each other. If I see you dressed at home, I'll undress *you*. If you see me with clothes on, you'll strip *me*. Deal?"
I chuckled. "You know you're dressed right now..."
"Then do something about it, *Officer Xylander*," she giggled with mischief, lying across my lap facing up with her hands stretched above her head. She was wearing a set of bluejean overall shorts over a white, cropped tee with multicolored spots.
"That's *detective* Xylander," I chuckled as I unfastened the silver buckles at her breasts and folded the flap down by her thighs.
Octavia laughed playfully. "Panty detective," she said as I rolled her small top up and off her body, exposing her sexy midsection and a plain gold bra. What we were doing, taking off each others clothes, was not as sexual as it was just fun being bad.
"I like it," I said, leaning her up off me so I could undo her bra strap. Her bra now loose, she lay back on top of me, allowing *me* to remove her cups. Comfortably, I lifted my sister's bra off her full breasts, her big blues shining up at me as she left her hands where they were. Completely vulnerable to me and yet it felt right, like it should have always been this way. Her heavy breasts were held down to her by gravity, looking like two large water droplets that shifted and swayed gently with every movement.
"Yeah, I bet you do like it. You gonna confiscate my panties, detective?" she asked coyly as she pointed her legs up to the ceiling, allowing me to pull the overalls off her legs.
"Mhm, for..., evidence purposes," I said as I laid my eyes on the last scrap of clothing my sister wore - just her baby blue army fatigue panties. I think we both held our breath as I slowly pulled her panties off and exhaled when she was finally free of them. I really wanted to sniff the wonderful odor of her pussy and ass off the little bundle of fabric but restrained myself, tossing them aside with her other clothes.
"This just feels so good. Just hanging out in the buff with my little brother...," she said, relaxing into our state.
"Yeah, I wish we could stay this way all the time."
"Shh, I don't wanna think about what happens after Priscilla comes. Lets just enjoy this, okay?" There was a sadness in her voice when she spoke, like Priscilla was going to mess this up. And truthfully she really might. I mentally agreed to simply enjoy our time together.
My arm lay across my sister's tummy, my hand caressing the skin beside her breast, the other playing in her silky hair. My cock got hard at some point and was now pushing flat up against the bare skin of her back but she never really reacted to it. Her legs were bent and crossed, the one draped over the other and gently kicking up as we watched The New Girl on Netflix. Her fingers had trailed downward and began to idly play in her curly private hair. I don't think she was even aware of it.
We serenely relaxed into each other, loving the intimacy of skin on skin contact, warm, fleshy, cuddly. Every time we laughed at the onscreen antics of Schmidt and Winston and Coach, her hefty breasts wobbled healthily and my hard cock rubbed against her back. I could feel myself smearing precum on her body whenever we laughed or adjusted our position. I'm sure she felt it too but she never cared, I suppose she was used to having my semen on her body by now anyway. We just kept watching, my hand combing through the softness of her hair and the other on her torso near her breast. Her fingers gently raked her field of thick black pubic hairs.
She stopped when she caught me staring down at her crotch. "Oops..., habit," she whispered then blushed and bit her lip. Then she placed that hand on my arm, caressing it as my hand caressed her side. We continued as we had, just watching the show contentedly. I was guffawing every two minutes and so was she up until the last half of the last episode. Even her nipples had flattened down even with her areolas. Something was obviously on her mind, so when Netflix paused to ask 'are you still watching?' I looked down to my sweet sister. She was looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes full with some emotion.
"Xy?"
"Yes." I wanted to say 'yes, *my love.'*
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
I smiled wide. Easy question. "Absolutely! You're gorgeous."
She blushed and held back her smile. "But... don't you think I'm... fat?"
I chuckled. "No, your body is perfect. You've got everything a woman could want. A pretty face, beautiful eyes, pure skin, a curvy shape, a... a hell of an ass and nice, healthy sized boobs that aren't all disproportionate. So of course you're a little more meaty, or else you'd look like those weird shaped girls who use waist trainers and have fake ass and tits. You're amazing, Octavia."
She blushed shyly. "Thank you," she said and then straightened her face again after some thought. "Do you..., do you think I'm prettier than Priscilla?
I thought quickly, knowing I didn't want to answer the question. "Hey, we don't need to use the P word until she's here. I don't want you to get all..., clothes put-y on-y and..., stormy out-y," I laughed and she did too. By general standards, yes, Prissy was prettier, but I was *in love* with Octavia. I didn't have the heart to say either of those things so I tried to deflect with a joke.
"No, I'm sorry I did that, it won't happen again."
"Promise?" I said, grinning.
She lifted herself up to meet my lips with hers and kissed me three times - *muah, muah, muah*. "I promise, promise, promise," she said and we giggled like little girls.
"Good," I relaxed.
"So...?" she said.
I looked down at her uncertainly.
"Between me and Priscilla, who's cuter?" she asked coyly, twisting one finger in her shoulder length silky hair.
There was no escape. "Well, by Hollywood standards, *people* would probably say she is. But *I* think everything about you is sexy." *Did I say sexy? Fuck it!* Octavia smiled. "I mean, *they* like the skinny girls with the body of a 12 year old boy, but I like all these curves you got," I said, gently squeezing some of the flesh near her hip. "I think *that's* sexy."
Every time I said the word 'sexy' she seemed to love it so I continued, "your big blue eyes and that smile? They're sexy. Your pretty pedicured toes? *Very* sexy." She started laughing and blushing. "The way you giggle and blush? *That's sexy*. The way you never match your bra and panties? *Crazy* sexy!" I showered her with compliments, making her grin giddily, her pink nipples perking back up to prominence. I must've called every part of her body sexy including her nice round ass and her hairy mound and she ate it all up.
"Awwww, you are just so sweet to me! I love it," she gushed. "I'm so glad I got you."
"I'm the lucky one," I said.
"No, I am," she insisted. "I get it all. A good brother who makes me cum when I'm hurting. Who even loves my dirty panties."
"You make me cum too. I love how freaky you get when you're on your period."
"Well, you bring it out of me."
"So do you."
We exchanged sweet pillow talk (is it pillow talk without sex? It felt like pillow talk) for a while and then started watching TV again. Octavia turned to the side on my lap and my hand brushed past her erect nipple and landed between her large breasts, her hand on top of mine keeping it in place.
I felt my erect cock pressing the side of her soft, fleshy breast, again dripping precum and again she ignored it. She was curled up there and hugging my arm, falling asleep. I was still, just feeling her steady thumping heart beat and the way her body swelled and contracted when she breathed in and out. Soothing. After a while, I began to drift off myself.
My position was pretty uncomfortable for sleeping so I decided to slip from underneath Octavia and sneak off to my own bed, but I woke her. She told me she was gonna head to bed as well and stood with me. We were both hesitant to leave each other's presence, I could tell as we walked slowly up the stairs, slower through the kitchen and into the hallway where our rooms were on opposite ends. If I were braver, I'd have led her to my room or followed her to hers, but being afraid to take anything but baby steps, I opted for a simpler gesture.
"Good night, babe," I said, pulling her into me, ignoring that my cock bounced against her belly and then pointed straight up between us. I hugged her tight around the waist and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I pressed my lips to hers with a simple, sweet kiss. "I love you," it slipped out, and my nerves rattled but I didn't regret it.
"I love you too, baby," Octavia replied without hesitation. "Good night."
She kissed me again, then paused, staring into me. And then I kissed her again, pausing, neither one of us letting go of the other. We savored one longer lasting kiss, clinging to each other in the middle of the hallway. Then we finally ended the kiss and reluctantly broke our naked embrace. We kissed quickly one final time then went to our separate rooms.
My heart was leaping, apparently trying to jump clean out of my pericardium! My dick was throbbing hard and oozing slick liquid, I was so horny for my sister! I slipped into bed and immediately began plotting for the next day. *Should I slip her the tongue next time we kiss? Rub her feet, slide my fingers up and see how far she lets me go? Lay my head in her lap and separate her thighs? Maybe spoon on the couch with her and slip my cock into her pussy... I know she's wet for me!*
I was making myself hotter and was tempted to masturbate but I only wanted to satiate myself on Octavia, my lovely sister. But I couldn't keep my mind off her for a second and neither could I sleep. I lay awake for at least half an hour longing for Octavia, lusting after her sexy body. The desire was almost maddening. I already missed the feel of her skin on mine and I wondered if she felt like me. And then, I didn't have to wonder...
I heard a soft, almost timid sounding knock at my bedroom door. "Yes?" I answered.
Her reply was low and muffled. I got up and opened the door so I could hear her better. "What did you say?"
"I uh, was wondering if I could sleep with you tonight," she said. Something in her tone or facial expression, or both, made me feel like she had missed me already. "I get lonely...," she offered half an excuse, looking bashfully at the floor.
I smiled and led her in with my hand on the small of her back, lifting the blanket for her and following behind her into bed. I wrapped myself around her, an arm underneath her head, the other across her waist, legs tangled with hers and my aching cock nestled between her warm thighs, her wet pussylips brushing the top of my shaft.
She exhaled a half sigh half moan, purring like a comfortable kitten and nuzzling deeper into me. I squeezed her tighter to return the unspoken sentiment, then kissed her cheek. To which she responded with a cute little hum and a caress of my arm. I relished her little soft reactions to me, and kissed her again, receiving another simple treasure, a shudder that sent waves of pleasure through my groin.
I let myself moan out my indulgence and then inhaled her deeply, right by her ear. She smelled like love. And affection. And incestuous desire.
Octavia expressed another moan, more whiny, needy. I was drunk with her. Utterly rapt. I inhaled her sweetness once again, as overtly as I pleased. "Mmmm, you smell so good," I whispered hungrily, unwilling and unable to keep the fire out of my voice.
"You *feel* so good," she said with conviction, squeezing my arm across her tummy and arching her hips back into me, my cock sliding against her puffy labia. "Mmmm," she groaned, "kiss me."
She twisted onto her side to face me and I kissed her, not as innocently as before, but passionately. Soon, I was parting my lips and she was too, our sibling tongues touching for the first time in a sweet wet collision of love. She moaned into my mouth, I groaned into hers.
Like magnets, our two bodies drew together and became a tangle of familial flesh. Her breasts mashed against my heaving chest, her portly thigh across my hip with her leg wrapped around my mine. One of my hands pulled her into me, begging to engulf and be engulfed by her, the other held her hair tight as we kissed, unwilling to let her sweet lips leave mine.
She reached down between our legs and pushed my penis downward against her pussy. I released our kiss long enough to let out a deep groan and then fastened my lips to her soft neck as she spoke. "Oh, this is so not right!"
I sucked on her soft skin, clutching handfuls of fleshy ass, pressing myself hard against her, and pulling her deeper into me. *Deeper in love with me*, I hoped.
"But it feels so fucking good," she conceded and lifted my head from her neck, pressing her raw tongue to mine. I lapped at her tongue, sucking on it and then feeding her mine before I nipped at her lip.
"We can't fuck, Xy..., I mean, can we?" she began to say as I resumed ravaging her neck. "We can't, right? The other stuff was..., mmmmn fuck!"
Octavia interrupted herself by reaching between us again and rubbing my swollen cock head against her clit. I wasn't sure which way she was trying to convince herself.
Her juices had apparently spread everywhere because everything was wet down there. Or was that all my precum? A *mix* of related body fluids.
"Oh, God, Xy. I- I want it so bad, but that would be incest. *Real* incest!"
I rolled her onto her back and her legs spread, knees high and open, toes pointed. I ground between her legs, letting my stiff shaft slide back and forth against her slit and clit as I kissed her soft lips. She moaned into me deeply, luxuriating in the kiss with me before I broke for air again. I attacked her shoulder and chest with hard kissed as she continued to talk.
"And what if you wanted a girlfriend..., or mmm, if I- mmm, shit. If I wanted a guy, not that I would, but mmmmm, what about Priscilla, and mom and dad. God, Xy, what if you get me pregnant!?"
"Baby," I pulled back and sighed calmly.
"Yes, baby?" she replied.
"I love you-"
"I love you too, but what if-" I kissed her once on the lips to quiet her again. She moaned and prolonged it a couple seconds.
"I love my sister. And I am *in* love with my sister. Now, I'm going to *make* love to my sister. Okay?" My nerves had calmed once she admitted she wanted it. 'So bad', she had said. It didn't matter to me that she had other reservations. I wanted her and she wanted me.
She hesitated. I ground against her pussy again and she sighed. "Dammit, Xy. You're turning me on so much." I smiled proud and then kissed her again while grinding slowly against her sex.
"You want this," I whispered.
"We can't," she protested, even as she ground her hips upward into the bottom of my shaft, stimulating herself.
"We can. No one will know."
Octavia sighed.
I positioned my cockhead just inside her slick weeping slit. The heat of her excited sex! The wetness. The desire and the love she held for me soaking between her legs. It was all there, all welcoming me inside my sister's very heart.
"Wait..., wait..., I don't know, I don't know...," Octavia struggled to say.
"*I* know," I assured her, softly caressing her cheek and looking her deep in her big blue eyes. "I know I love you and you love me. I know we both want this and I know you're scared. But I *know* this is right. Just trust me baby, okay."
I slowly slid my length inside my sister. Octavia squeezed her eyes shut, bit her lower lip and moaned aloud as I plunged deep into her sweet loving folds. Her thighs clamped around my hips and held me inside her drenched pussy. We held our breath for a few seconds, frozen in that position, buried to the base in Octavia's forbidden pool. I could tell she was trying to resist what we both were feeling, trying to deny herself the pleasure she so badly needed and so fully deserved.
When she finally exhaled she pulled me down by my neck and kissed me as desperately as ever, as needy as ever. Our tender lips and slick tongues nipped and encircled the other's in a passionate and delicate dance. My brotherly manhood swaddled in the sisterly essence of Octavia's femininity. Hands grasping and groping one another's bodies, mine firm and strong, hers soft, curvy and forgiving. My hungry groans and her high, satisfied moans filled the air as my cock filled her cunt.
"Fuck, baby boy!" my sister cried out finally. "I've wanted you so bad, mmm, so long!"
"You *have* me," I gasped between kisses, my cock straining strong and deep in her cushy wetness.
"You are so bad," she half giggled, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she reached between us and began rubbing her clit in steady circles, her fingers split beside my intruding shaft.
"We both are," I said. "We can be bad together."
"I love it." She kissed me more.
"I love *you*." *I* kissed *her* more.
"I love you," she panted.
We rolled and kissed on my bed, moaning and wrapped around each other, me stiff inside her, absorbing pleasure, her dexterous fingers treating her clit to sweet torture. She moaned free and feminine degrading to familiar whimpers and whines, sporadically whispering sweet and dirty words into my ear.
"I love you" and "your cock is stretching me" and "fuck your sister's pussy" and other barely intelligible but surely sexy things. I held my peace and focused on not cumming as we rolled and kissed and rubbed and made sweet sibling love. I was falling deeper in love with Octavia every second, with ever surrendering of her tongue, every squeeze of her ass, caress of her tits and the constant clenching of her thighs around me, begging her little brother to stay at home inside her precious pussy.
Octavia ended up on top, our bodies now sweaty and glistening. Her hair was messy and her healthy breasts hung above me as she began to roll her hips rhythmically back and forth, very slowly, but instantly bringing me within an inch of cumming. "I'm about to cum!" I announced, fully expecting Octavia to dismount, what with her earlier concerns of pregnancy.
"Mmmm, fuck, just..., wait a minute." Octavia didn't even slow her fucking. "I'm almost there!" She massaged her clit and arched herself into me again and again and again until...
"I'm cumming!" It felt so good I couldn't help but stroke upwards with my hips, milking my sister's delicious pussy for all the pleasure it was willing to give me. Implanting my seed deep into my sister's juicy cunt was the best feeling I'd ever had.
Soon after I exploded, my sister began to cry out, bouncing and shaking on top of me as her fingers played against the crown of her femininity. Still spurting cream inside her, I lent my fingertips to aid in maximizing Octavia's orgasm, finding her clit and rubbing side to side. Contented moans were exchanged as she leaned down to fasten her lips to mine, still writhing her hips. She rode out her orgasm as mine came to a close.
The last of my semen had been poured into her and I began to soften. Finally, she stopped kissing and fucking against me and lay her head beside me, giggling giddily. "Oh, god, that was so good!"
"It was amazing," I agreed. She dismounted and lay on her stomach beside me. I took the liberty to rub her lower back and ass and then her cream-filled pussy. "I can't believe you let me cum inside you."
"I let you cum in my mouth before," she shrugged, smiling contentedly into my eyes. "Like I said, I love your cum."
I grinned. "Yeah, but swallowing cum doesn't lead to pregnancy. Cumming in here does," I said, slipping my finger up my sister's oozing pussy.
"Mmm, you better stop before I make you do it again," she giggled. "Then we'd have twice the chances of getting pregnant."
I wiped our cum on her inner thigh and resumed massaging her big round ass. "Do you think..., do you think you'll get pregnant? We'd have some explaining to do if..."
"No. I've had unprotected sex tons of times. Never got pregnant," she shrugged.
"*Tons*...," I scoffed, feigning (or not so much) jealously.
"Relax, little brother. Only you have my heart from now on," she gleamed at me. "And my ass..., and my tits, and my pussy," she added with a little laugh.
I simply smiled. She smiled back, caressing my cheek as I caressed her ass. Soon, we both drifted off to sleep. | literotica |
It had been precisely three weeks to the day since the first incident with overeating, and things hadn’t gotten any better since.
While at first the husky was happy to pretend like it had just been a one-off thing that would never come to pass again, it quickly became clear to him that this was so far away from the truth that it wasn’t even on the same planet anymore; no more than a week had passed when he felt that gnawing void develop inside of his stomach once more, and he barely lasted an hour past that before the fridge door had been swung wide open and he parked his fat (and fattening) ass right in front of it, both hands shoveling armfuls of food down his gullet, while his lip ring compressor kept warning him that he was quickly approaching the safety limit. Past a certain point, the device simply stopped working altogether, allowing any extra pudge to start seeping into the real world, and with a whole ceiling-high fridge to empty out, there was quite a lot of it to go around. By the time Arai came back to his senses, he was sitting on a sofa-sized pair of cheeks with a belly big enough to be taller than he was, blocking the view of the completely empty fridge racks behind it. However, and despite the overwhelming sensation of stuffiness, despite the gurgling, despite the knowledge that he should be feeling so thoroughly full that not a single item more could fit down his throat… he was still hungry.
In fact, he was hungrier than ever before, and had to resort to calling for take-out to be delivered to his home before finally managing to wrest some self-control out of the hands of his gluttony and putting the phone down; he was already a blob of fat and he hadn’t even begun to digest it all properly, he did not need anything else in him… something that was far easier said than done. He couldn’t even distract himself properly, given that moving from where he was sitting at was effectively impossible until his lip ring got done readjusting its internal dimensions in order to compress him back down to a proper size; even when this took place, he ended up significantly bigger and wider than even he had expected, a true testament to how much of a binge his second incident had been, now unable to walk through doors without getting stuck, or walking more than ten steps before becoming drenched in waterfalls of sweat. It would’ve been wonderful, and indeed Arai managed to extract some enjoyment out of it… if not for the fact that he was still hungry.
The husky hadn’t cooked a single meal since then, resorting to local restaurants and fast-food joints for his multiple daily fixes and becoming well-known to the delivery personnel; these courageous folks braved the house of the ravenous husky day in and day in, knowing that one false step might very well spell their doom unless they knew to keep their distance. They, more than anyone else, got to admire as their most prized customer progressed from being merely big enough to classify as morbidly obese, to turning into a small mountain of flabby pudge, unable to move, unable to do anything but sit in the place and become an ever-larger blob of pure gluttony, constantly demanding more food be shovelled into his mouth, eternally devouring anything edible that came within range. What they didn’t know was that this wasn’t simple desire, or poor eating habits gone completely wild, but a true need, a true necessity; for despite all appearances, Arai was still hungry, ravenous even, and every bite they took only further fueled this growing black hole that his stomach had turned into.
After a certain point, it became clear that just ordering regular food just wasn’t going to cut it; more was needed, and for that to be the case, Arai was going to have to put in some effort himself if he wanted to get to the real meals waiting for him. Using a couple of friends as intermediaries, given that he was more or less stuck in his own living room, the husky ordered an extra-strength compressor trinket, essentially an improved version of the lip ring he wore already. As soon as he put it on, it was like magic: from a room-dominating, undulating blob to… an enormously, outrageously fat husky whose belly still scraped against the ground, whose feet were enveloped by their rotund legs, and whose breasts, were they not propped against the biggest stomach the world had ever seen, would be able to fully wrap around anyone they knew a couple of times over. Despite this, they were mobile once again, if only technically, and thus could get started on heading to their favourite places.
Or, well, would, if they didn’t immediately go overboard in the first restaurant they visited. Every customer knew with some time in advance that something big was coming their way, courtesy of the very ground shaking with each of the husky’s steps; a couple of tons were hidden away in that compressor of his, making it easy for him to crack open the pavement each time he moved forward, all while his custom-made clothes barely hung on for dear life. Right after shoving himself through the double-wide doors, completely shattering them in the process, Arai parked himself near a table and loudly asked for a waiter to come serve them, before throwing back the menu and declaring they’d have everything in it.
Thrice.
It wasn’t greed or gluttony, he was just… hungry. Hungry beyond his ability to describe it, hungry to the point where every person staring at him looked like a potential snack if things got perilous and desperate enough. So hungry that, even after the kitchen was emptied out and Arai demanded seconds of even larger volume, even after their compressor threatened to break when its safety limit was exceeded and half of the restaurant’s dining room area was now husky fat, he still needed more. He wasn’t done, he wasn’t satisfied; he was still hungry. And being hungry, the only thing he could think to do was demand more food for him to eat, more sustenance to fill the ravenous void that had formed inside of him; the husky no longer cared about such insignificant things as safety, or fitting inside houses, or being normal-sized, or even about how far he could take himself. Long gone were the days where he did anything for the sake of being big, with his base desires having been overtaken by a true and very real need that he could no longer ignore.
As for everyone else around him, there wasn’t a lot they could do about a hyper-sized husky that couldn’t move from his spot and kept begging for them to fill him up even more, a seemingly impossible task given that he basically took up a whole floor just by himself; yet, despite this, their body didn’t seem like it was ready to stop just yet, especially not when the new set of compressors showed up. As soon as the third lip ring was placed on him, Arai was… well, not really mobile per se, but just wiggly enough that he could drag himself out of the door and into the streets, where a large crane was waiting to haul his fat ass onto a moving truck, one that barely managed to starts its engines after the canine was carefully placed onto the cargo space. Anyone looking at them from the streets wouldn’t even be able to see their head, despite all the work the compressor was doing, and Arai fully intended to make that a permanent feature as soon as he got back home. With a few, strategically-chosen phone calls, it didn’t take too long before he had set up what was probably the most important delivery of his entire life: a long-haul truck filled with delicious, nutritious ice-cream and equipped with both a feeding tube and vacuum pump. With minimal work on the part of the drivers, the storage unit was dropped on Arai’s front lawn and the tube was both shoved into his mouth and strapped onto his head via the use of a mask. With a flick of a switch, the contents of the refrigerated storage were pumped directly into the husky’s mouth.
And not a moment too soon; the half an hour or so that he had spent without eating anything had been some of the worst moments of his time on Earth, the closest he had ever gotten to truly giving up on life and succumbing to despair. The mere idea of not constantly scarfing down on something was bad enough as it was, but to actually go through with it and experience the dreadful, horrible reality that was not eating at every waking moment? Why, Arai could barely fathom the concept that he had once been capable of such a thing, for it was nothing short of blasphemy in this new normalcy he had created for himself; really, all he had done was expose the truth that lay beneath, the one he had been denying all of his life. What he was going through right then and there wasn’t the result of gluttony, but what he was meant to be, and everything else had merely been a fanciful fiction he had created for everyone else’s sake. Now though? Now he no longer cared; all he wanted was to eat, and eat, and consume and grow fatter, bigger, wider, every second of every minute of every hour spent doing nothing but feeling the constant, unending infusion of fat being pumped into his body, a body that slorshed and glorped and rumbled and quaked, inches added onto its gut with each gulp, until the growth rate was measured in feet per hour rather than per day. A second truck was already lined up for when the first one ran dry, the crew hard at work adjusting the pump so that Arai wouldn’t have to spend even half a second without having something shoved down his throat; good thing too, because the husky had effectively given himself up to the foodlust that had been creeping up on him for the past few days, his eyes closed and his arms limp as more and more of him was enveloped by a belly that seemed intent on consuming everything that could possibly exist.
His life thus turned into a series of rhythms. The rhythm of the pump, shaking and quaking, its contents forced along an increasingly-longer tube in order to reach the eternally-hungry maw of the growing husky. The rhythm of his belly, gurgling and expanding each time he swallowed anything, encompassing more and more of his surroundings until the very structure he used to call a house could barely fit his bellybutton. The rhythm of his compressor, forced to deal with sizes and weights that it had no clue how to, until it simply spilled over, broke and had to be replaced. The rhythm of the workers and crews tending to him and his growing body, now that he had become a state-wide problem. Everything was a rhythm and a routine, and nothing else mattered but his ability to keep the feedstock coming in; it wasn’t even ice-cream anymore, but some sort of hyper-caloric nutrient paste that tasted remarkably like all of his favorite meals put together. It made it easier to swallow, even easier still to demand more of it at any given moment. He’d never be satisfied until the flow was so fast that even his fattening cheeks couldn’t take all of it without spilling onto his many, many chins. He probably should’ve stopped once the crewmembers had to build scaffolding around his face, just to keep it from being swallowed up by his neck’s fat, but he didn’t care; as far as Arai was concerned, this only meant things were going in the right direction.
From there, things took a turn for the immobile, as it became more and more obvious that, no matter how much the husky might’ve wanted to started barrelling through entire storage warehouses’ worth of food, there was no way he was ever getting off from his house-sized ass anymore; even with the compressor working at maximum capacity, his body was still immense, so much that scaffolding had to be erected in order for the crews tending to him to be able to reach their head to begin with. Even then, these had to constantly be readjusted and replaced, with whole sections sinking into the growing ocean of husky fat that his body had turned into, the sounds of metal creaking and bending as flabby rolls engulfed it filling the air almost as much as the rhythmic, pulsating throbs of the feeding tube keeping him fed… and not just the one in his mouth either; after all, there were two ends to his digestive system, so why not get stuffed from both of them? It’s not as if he wasn’t already a mountain of lard, might as well go the full mile in truly destroying everything around him.
Unfortunately, this did mean that the husky’s face was eventually consumed completely by the rest of his body, and if not for the support struts creating an access tunnel from the surface, he would’ve probably drowned in his own neck; instead, the final destination for the biggest, most powerful of the two feeding tubes was situated at the end of a long, soft, pudgy cave, precariously held open by increasingly bent support beams. At the very end, jutting out from a canvas of fat, was Arai’s face, engorged beyond belief, his beady black eyes lined on both sides by a pair of cheeks so colossal that they alone could’ve given his old belly a run for its money. He was stuck looking at a screen that had been haphazardly set up with a mess of wires and support frames, just barely holding onto the organic tunnel it was made to service; on it, displayed in bright bold letters, were two numbers, both of them rising so much that their odometer-like interface had most of its digits moving too quickly to be properly seen: Arai’s real weight, and his compressed weight. While at first one might be confused as to why the former was identical to the latter, any confusion would be cleared up after realizing that his real heft was being measured in tons, not pounds, and not a single day went by that the system didn’t alert the crews that the lip ring compressor was about to give in, and they had to issue a replacement.
Arai lost track of time after the light of day became distant, his body so utterly massive that even the scaffolding wasn’t enough to keep it from folding over his head; the most powerful struts were reserved for the area immediately in front of his face, where the display monitor was still visible, but everything from there to the great outdoors was kept “open” purely by virtue of the feeding tube still being busy pumping increasingly high amounts of nutrient feed into the husky’s mouth. This did eventually pose a problem, as the ability for the crewmembers to remove and replace the husky giant’s compressors was quickly reaching a breaking point; not only did they have to crawl through a mile-long tunnel just to get to the damned thing in the first place, wriggling through a warm tightness that nearly consumed them both mentally and physically, but they had to effectively climb a literal mountain just to get to the entrance of the passage, albeit a very fluffy, pudgy one that required no proper climbing gear. It wasn’t at all surprising that, past a certain point, they simply gave up trying to replace it at all, leaving the husky to deal with the consequences of their actions.
Of course, this didn’t mean they just stopped feeding him; if anything, after realizing that things were headed straight for disaster, there was no reason not to make it come sooner so they could get it over with. Truck fleet upon truck fleet were driven in just so they could add to the growing pile of discarded storage units, the machinery producing the nutrient feedstock overclocked to nearly its melting point. Inside of his warm, damp cave, Arai could do nothing but watch as the display monitor’s numbers quite literally maxed out their meters and went out of bounds, the whole thing flashing a bright red “ERROR!” message for what felt like days before finally giving in and just breaking down completely. He could feel his body rumbling, quaking even, as shockwaves coursed through the sections of it that the lip ring was starting to give up on, millions of tons of husky allowed to slip out from the compressor dimension and into the real world, engulfing entire neighborhoods, whole downtown areas even, as the husky’s body blobbed out over everything in its path. But still he ate, still he gulped down far more food than anyone rightfully could, only worsening their path of destruction; to do otherwise would be to deny his true nature, to deny himself, and he wasn’t going to do that, not now, not in a million years.
Mouthful after mouthful, mile after mile, the lip ring was vibrating intensely as it tried and failed to contain the blubbery mountain of husky fat spilling out from inside of it. And yet it was still in one piece, still desperately attempting to hang on, despite being woefully inadequate for the kind of job it was being made to do. For a few moments, Arai believed that things could keep going like this forever, that he’d just keep eating for as long as he lived.
And then he heard it.
The lip ring shattering into pieces.
And the planet soon after. | yiff-extreme |
Title: How Pantyhose Brought Us Together Ch. 02
Tags: pantyhose fetish, threesome, lesbian, pantyhose
Hello again. Keri here. Well, I thought I would write another story about my life with Cindy. At the end of my last story, I told you that Cindy and I had gotten married. The night when we arrived at our honeymoon was the first night we hadn’t done anything more than cuddle since we first met. For our honeymoon, we took a trip to Europe. We traveled around to a few places like Paris, Rome, London, and Madrid. I’ve always wanted to visit Europe, and to get to go with Cindy was just spectacular. In fact, when nobody was around, Cindy took a few photos of me covered in pantyhose at the top of the Eiffel Tower. I then got a few photos of her. We finished it with one photo of both of us, using the timer on the camera. We got our clothes back on and the pantyhose masks removed about 10 seconds before a family got up there. Ah, the memories. We have the photo of both of us hanging in our bedroom. But I’m not here to talk about our honeymoon. I’m here to talk about something that happened about two months after that. Before I go into what happened, I need to explain a few things.
Every morning for the past year, we’ve gone down to a coffee shop that is a block from my apartment, which is where we both live now. About five months ago, a girl started working there. She was beautiful. Not as beautiful as Cindy mind you, but still beautiful. We made a bet soon after she started working there over what her bra size was. Cindy guessed 36C, and I guessed 34C. She had a slim waist, and her hips weren’t too large for her body. She was almost a perfect hourglass figure. We quickly noticed what tables she usually waited on, and we started sitting there every day, even if she wasn’t working that day. Her name was Lila. It’s pronounced Lie-la. It wasn’t long before we all became “coffee friends”. She sometimes would join us when she wasn’t working, though we rarely saw her outside of the coffee shop. When Lila wasn’t working at the shop, she was often substituting at local schools. She wants to be an elementary school teacher, and is just waiting for an opening. The one thing we couldn’t help but notice was the frequency at which she would wear a short skirt and pantyhose. Usually black pantyhose, but sometimes she would wear something different. Now back to the rest of the story.
It was June 27th. As usual, Cindy and I went down to the coffee shop at around 8:30 in the morning. We sat down and hoped that Lila would show up, working or not. She walked in around 8:40 and joined us at the table. “Hello Lila” I said. She was wearing a blue silk blouse, a black skirt that went down to just above the knees, and black pantyhose. She was wearing normal tennis shoes, but probably had some high heels in her purse. I was wearing a skirt too, but it was a bit longer than Lila’s. Cindy, on the other hand, was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. We both had on bras, but no underwear. Instead we were wearing pantyhose, and we both were wearing tennis shoes.
“Hi Keri. Hi Cindy. Great day out isn’t it.” She sat down opposite us. She knows that we are lesbians, and was even at our wedding. Thankfully, she accepts us just the same.
“It is. I woke up this morning and found that some of the bird eggs in that nest outside our window had hatched. I woke up Keri and got a few pictures. It was sooooo cute.” commented Cindy. She handed the digital camera over to Lila so she could see the photos.
“Ahhhh, they’re so cute. Be careful though. If you pester too much, the mother may not come back to take care of them.” Lila loves animals, and is quite knowledgeable about many of them. Her house is probably a zoo, as she has shown us pictures of her two cats, her dog, her bird, her two guinea pigs, and her turtle.
At this point Josh walked up to take our order. As we gave the order, Cindy began to massage my leg under the table. Josh then went back to process the order. Lila spoke up. “Well, I have an interview this afternoon. A fourth grade teacher over at Ellis Elementary has decided to retire, and there is an opening. I’ve substituted a few times at that school, so the principal knows me, and how much the kids love me.”
“Great. That should make it a bit easier for them to hire you. Do you know how much it might pay?” I asked.
“No, not yet. But from what I’m to understand, the pay for a first year teacher is pretty good compared to some places in this state.” Cindy was running her hand along my leg, squeezing every so often. It took some effort not to display reactions. However, what happened next was what caught me off guard. All of a sudden, I felt a foot running up the inside of my right leg. I could tell it wasn’t Cindy. When I looked across at Lila, she has a smile on her face. I couldn’t believe it. Lila was flirting with me. She knows Cindy and I were married, yet she was still doing this. Her foot kept going up and down my right leg, and then it went to my left leg. I’m not sure if Cindy knew what was going on, or if anyone else in the shop could see it. With the one hand I had under the table, I grabbed Cindy’s hand and squeezed, pulling it away from my leg, signaling her to stop. Unable to resist, I slipped my right foot out of my shoe and lifted my leg up and across to rub Lila’s leg. Cindy began talking about something related to teacher pay in the nation. She usually gets animated about this kind of stuff. All the while, Lila and I were playing footsie. I reached under with both hands, grabbed her foot and began to massage it. Josh returned at this point with our orders, and then left again.
“…and it just pisses me off! My mother….” Cindy was still talking as I pushed my foot past Lila’s knee and between her legs. The booths are pretty small in the shop, so I was able to reach my foot out and rest it on Lila’s pussy. I saw a slight reaction in her face as she tensed up a bit. I began to pull away, worried I had gone to far when she scooted forward, pushing her pussy against my foot again. Not wanting to disappoint, I pulled her foot forward a bit, into my skirt and up against my pussy. “…goes to show how poorly educators…” Cindy continued to talk as Lila and I began to massage each other’s pussies with our feet. Not sure about Lila’s, but I know that mine was beginning to get a bit wet.
Grabbing Cindy’s left hand, I quickly pulled it down under the table. I kept a hold on Lila’s foot with my left hand as I brought Cindy’s hand down to feel Lila’s foot between my legs. Looking at Cindy, I gave her a look that sort of said “Check this out.” Both of us looked again at Lila, who just smiled back. Asking her why, we found out what the cause behind this was.
“I just broke up with David. We just didn’t get along. I thought I would try something else.” She smiled as she said this, and I felt a bit more force on my pussy too. I pulled my foot away from her pussy as I pushed hers away from mine. I think she was a bit disappointed. Sitting there quietly for a few minutes, we ate our muffins and drank our coffee. Lila insisted on paying the bill for all of us, despite our objections. As the three of us went outside, Lila began to say goodbye. I stopped her midsentence and hooked my arm around hers. Cindy and I then walked Lila back to our place. She didn’t resist.
When we got back to our place, I took Lila over to the couch as Cindy locked the front door. When Cindy came over, she sat on the other side of Lila. “Is everything all right Lila?” I asked.
“You guys aren’t upset at me or anything are you?” she asked. I could detect a slight hesitancy in her voice.
“No, we aren’t. We just were sort of surprised by all this. We didn’t take you to be interested at all.” Cindy responded as she took hold of Lila’s right hand. “You want something to drink?”
“Some water will be fine thank you.” Cindy got up and went to the kitchen. “I guess I was feeling a bit down because of David. You guys have been good friends to me. I’m not sure why I began to rub your leg Keri, it just sort of happened. I don’t know what came over me.” She seemed like she was about to start crying. I wasn’t paying attention to what was around me because I suddenly heard a glass being placed on the coffee table, and looked up to see Cindy sitting down. Only she wasn’t wearing the jeans and t-shirt anymore. She just had on her pantyhose and bra. I gave her a scowl, and was about to say something when Lila looked up. “Oh my!” I was about to apologize and yell at Cindy when Lila reached over and began to rub her hand along Cindy’s leg. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you.” Cindy replied. “You know, you don’t look half bad yourself.” Lila blushed. I was flabbergasted. I thought Lila would suddenly back off after seeing this, but she let go of my hand to explore Cindy with both hands. She looked up quizzingly at Cindy as she got close to her breasts. With a nod from Cindy, she began to explore some more. Cindy made it easier for her by unhooking and removing her bra. Lila gasped, and then smiled as she began to massage Cindy’s breasts, exploring every inch of them.
At this point, I was getting turned on, and couldn’t sit there and watch anymore. So I reached over and placed my hands on Lila’s shoulders. As I leaned over to kiss her neck, my hands ran down the side of her body to her hips. Her head leaned to one side, exposing her neck further for me as my hands ran over her skirt. I pulled her skirt up, running my legs along her pantyhosed legs. As I got to closer to her pussy, I felt her legs spread open a bit further. I searched around and found the zipper to her skirt. Unzipping it, I pulled it down. Lila was nice enough to help out by lifting her ass for me so I could get it completely off. Getting off the couch, I kneeled between her legs, pushing her knees apart a bit further. Running my hands up her legs, I got to her crotch. She was wearing a pair of pink panties underneath her black pantyhose. I traced the outline of her panties with my fingers from her waist down to her pussy. I felt a slight shudder from Lila as I finally touched her pussy. I looked up to see Cindy helping Lila unbutton her blouse. Running my hands along her thighs, I watched as her blouse was opened to reveal a pink satin bra encasing her breasts. As the blouse was taken off, Lila unhooks the clamp between her breasts, taking off her bra. Cindy can’t help but look at the tag, which reads 34C. I smiled at Cindy, as she realized I won the bet. Lila’s breasts are perfect, as should be expected based on the rest of her body. There was no sag at all.
I got back to her pussy, leaving Cindy and Lila to what they were doing. Reaching up, I pulled her pantyhose forward a bit and reached down them to push aside her panties. Letting go of the pantyhose, I began to explore her pussy through them. Placing my thumb over her clit, I gently began rubbing my thumb in a circular motion over it. I reached around her leg with my other arm and continued to rub my hand up and down her outer thighs. With my tongue, I gently began licking my way from her knees up to her pussy, and back down to the other knee. After a few times with this, I ran my tongue around her pussy, before beginning to flick my tongue across it. I love the feeling of pantyhose across my tongue. After a few minutes, I began to smell the faint scent of her womanly juices, and clamped my mouth over her pussy for further stimulation. With continual sucking and running of my tongue over her pussy, I quickly began to taste the juices as they trickled out. A few minutes later, I felt a shudder as her body began to orgasm. And boy did it orgasm. She must have been shaking for about a minute, and when I say shake, I mean her whole body was shaking. I was hearing moans and squeals from up above, but was tuning it out. I stayed focused on my sucking, never once removing my mouth. Her pantyhose became as soaked as possible, but I was loving it. The taste was sweet as honey.
As the shaking subsided, her pussy had already stopped flowing, and was letting trickles out here and there. I looked up after lifting my head and noticed her eyes were closed. It must have been some orgasm, because she was out for five minutes. Cindy and I took this time to talk, and we decided to go full force. We rushed to our bedroom, and pulled out our collections. Quickly getting on make-shift pantyhose shirts and masks, we went back into the living room and sat on the couch next to Lila. We made it just before she woke up.
“That was great Keri. I never knew I could orgasm like that. I guess it’s true that only a woman can truly please a woman. And that wasn’t even involving penetration. I’m amazed.” Lila was rubbing her eyes as she said this, and really hadn’t noticed us yet.
I spoke up, “Well, you’ve been out for about five minutes. That’s never happened to us before. Not that we’ve done this to other girls. I mean neither of us have passed out like that before during an orgasm.” At this point, Lila looked over at us and her eyes became as wide as possible. She reached over with her hand and touched my cheek. Then she looked over at Cindy, and did the same. She looked us up and down before saying anything.
“Do you think you could do that again?” We all burst out laughing. I then stood up, pulled Lila up, and pulled her into the bedroom. Cindy followed us, closing the door. We still had four hours before Lila’s interview. | literotica |
Title: Digging in the Dirt, part 3 by Seres North
Tags: Character Development, F/F, Fingering, Lesbian, Lizard, Massage, Rabbit, Sci-Fi, Toys, Wolf
I realize that since Regina is technically 'reptilian', it might seem odd that she has breasts. My reasoning for this, beyond purely aesthetic appeal, is that as her race became more humanoid, they gradually adapted to fit in with the mammalian races (who comprise the majority the overall galactic population.)
Following that logic- her breasts are more modest (a b-cup) compared to some of the girls, like Ursa (a large c-cup) and even Vicky (a d-cup!). Ichthillians have a more "ethnic" appearance than other races as well, such as the fact that Regina has dark black hair that done up in dreadlocks. I picture them as being somewhat Arabic in terms of their culture- they come from a warm dry climate.
The men and women wear light colored head-wraps (for functional reasons) and cloaks- both with colored beads threaded into them. Under this, they wear long-sleeve tunics and trousers- though they are always barefoot.
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CASINO NIGHTS Digging in the Dirt, Part 3
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Regina stepped out the shower and quickly crossed the room while under Xander's friendly gaze. She picked up her simple black underwear (up off the pile of clothes near the bed) and slipped them on in one quick fluid motion. She paused and turned to look at him- still topless- and smiled.
"I'm going back to work today... so I'll just head straight out from here and clock in." She explained briskly while reaching up behind her head to bind up her sleek dreadlocks into a red hair band. The reptilian woman failed to notice the wolf glance down to see the slight bounce in her smallish breasts as she moved. Regina stopped again and sat back down on the edge of the bed, and slipped on a black sports top.
Xander nodded thoughtfully while she continued getting dressed- putting on a white t-shirt and then a black pair of jeans. "I just noticed- you don't ever wear bras, do you?" He asked softly, shifting a bit in his seat across from her.
She looked at him and shrugged. "I don't really see the point in wearing them- I'm not really that busty, so if I'm dressing down then I wear a top underneath for modesty." She explained as she slipped her socks on and then her boots. "Of course, I expect that for a woman like Ursa," She paused, flashing him an odd smile. "Something like a bra would be an essential part of her wardrobe." She reasoned, getting to her feet.
The wolf seemed to perk up just then. "Speaking of which," Xander said, getting to his feet. "She sent me a private message- she wants you to come by her quarters later on." He finished, moving to her side.
"She didn't really give a reason- she just wanted you to drop in when you have a chance." The door slid open and they stepped out into the den-like front room. The dining area was off to the right of them as they headed towards the front door. She stopped and turned to face him.
Regina looked at him and gave a funny smile. "Hmm, I wonder what that little minx could be up to." She mused in a good natured tone, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning in towards him. Their lips were almost touching when she spoke. "Perhaps she wants to make another one of her 'shows'... something for all of us." She added, brushing her lips against his.
The reptilian woman promptly pulled back and pressed the touch panel- making the door slide open. She stepped back through it with devilish grin and paused for a moment. "I guess you'll just have to wait and find out." She finished, stepping out of the way and leaving the door to slide shut before he could muster a reply.
Xander could only smile at that. He stepped back and returned to his room to get dressed for his shift. "Maybe I'm just looking for ghosts in my own shadows." He thought to himself. "After all, it's much more likely that Rex simply just left in a hurry." He reasoned. Truthfully, Xander was much more interested in getting to know Regina better... as well as making sure that Ursa didn't try and steal her from him!
**.o.o.o.**
The expansive lavish casino was situated at the center of the station on the central level. It was a single massive circular area with a high domed roof, it was about three hundred feet wide. From the very center of the casino was a large cylindrical structure that rose up from the ground to the top of the domed ceiling. It was about thirty feet in diameter and covered in reflective glass. It position and design was perfect for observing everything in the casino...
Rick watched through the two-way glass down at the multitude of guests happily moved about the casino from place to place. Both the machines and the playing tables were bustling with activity. The entire place seemed alive. The coyote smiled and turned around and took a cigarette out of a pack he kept in his jacket. He lit it and sat back down. The second level of the private executive "tower" made for a good vantage point.
"It really all seems so simple from here doesn't it?" He looked up to see Grace emerge from the staircase that linked the two levels together. The wolf took off her glasses and placed them into her coat pocket. "But I suppose it really ever isn't when it gets down to it." She mused, joining him at his side.
"I hope you didn't come here to bring me more bad news." He began. "After everything that's happened- I'm not really in the mood for it." He finished speaking. He turned to face her. "On the other hand, if your hear for personal reasons- then that's a different story." He added with smile, reaching up to brush a hand across her cheek.
Grace reached up and caught his hand, moving it away from her with a smile. "Oh, quite the contrary," She announced. "You'll be glad to know that Regina is now back on active duty." She explained, noting that he didn't really seem upset by her rebuff. "But that's not all- the star attraction of tonight will be Vicki DeLane and her dance troop."
Rick stepped back and shrugged. "In all honesty, as long as Miss DeLane is able to keep a low profile and stay out of too much trouble, then I could care less what some glorified dance girl is doing with her time." He replied. "At any rate, the Xanxes will be arriving soon. Once it docks- I'm going to be personally making sure that the cargo is unloaded without incident." He admitted, snuffing out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray.
He tucked his hands and his pockets and walked up beside Grace. "Now, my dear, if you'll excuse me- I have a resort to run." He finished and made his way down the steps. He abruptly paused. "Oh, and if you happen to see Regina- please, give her my regards." He added with a smile.
Grace turned to watch him leave and looked down at his back as he disappeared. The dark-haired she-wolf narrowed her keen eyes slightly and frowned in annoyance. "That impertinent little shit!" She thought to herself silently.
**.o.o.o.**
Regina finished toweling herself off as she stepped out of the showers in the locker room. She was alone now, so she didn't worry about being seen with just a towel on. She reached her locker and quickly got dressed- slipping her underwear on and then her pants and shirt. She finished slipping her boots on and headed out, her dreads still hanging down loose.
The green reptilian woman stepped out into the hall and began walking. She glanced briefly at either side of the corridor she was traversing. This hallway, much like all the others, was pretty dull and nondescript. For the most part, twenty-first century Terran culture hadn't done too bad in envisioning space vessels as bland metallic structures. Thankfully, however, they weren't nearly as dark and claustrophobic as some films had predicted.
The halls were fairly empty at the moment, so it wasn't hard to detect the approach of another person. Regina heard her name called out and turned in time to see Ursa walk up to her- long blond hair and blue eyes both shining in the light. She had on a nice dark red skirt and matching vest over a light blue shirt and a dark blue cravat. The skirt stopped just above her knees- she wore dark stockings and similar red high-heels on.
The rabbit paused paused and braced herself, slouching and resting her hands on the front of her hips for a moment. Much like Lewis' rabbit, she seemed to have been in rush as she seemed slightly out of breath. Ursa looked up at her and smiled. "I'm glad I spotted you..." She managed to say. The Ichthillian wondered if she'd actually just run down the hall in high-heels. If so, then she was fairly impressed.
Regina smiled at her. "Well, if it isn't the golden-haired temptress herself." She remarked, looking at the rabbit girl before her. Regina had to admit that she was beginning to see why Xander (along with so many others) would be attracted to her. The outfit she had on hugged the curve of her breast and hips nicely- everything about her was so sexy. "What can I do for you?" She asked coolly.
Ursa flicked her head back in mock indignation as she straightened herself out. "Well now, aren't you cheeky?" She remarked teasingly, resting her hands on her hips. "Bumping into was certainly in a lucky turn." She explained, her soft pink lips curving with a cute little smile. "At any rate, as I said- I've been looking for you." She revealed.
The green woman smiled strangely, looking at her. As much as she hated to admit it, she was really starting to like the rabbit. "Not that I don't cherish these little meetings of ours, but I'm feeling rather tired right now." She remarked, straightening herself out and bending back a little in an attempt to tweak her back.
Ursa tilted her head to side a bit to observe the curve of Regina's back as she stretched. She then glanced around the area for a moment and then back to Regina, who returned her look with a quizzical expression. "Actually, I'd prefer to continue this conversation in my quarters..."
**.o.o.o.**
Rick walked over to the table where an older fox with gray hair was sitting by himself. The lights started to dim as he sat down beside him. The older fox was dressed smartly in a white sports jacket and black turtleneck sweater. He had on a pair of designer sunglasses over his eyes.
The coyote was about to say something when the fox simply held up his hand and made a low shushing sound at him. He then gestured towards the stage. "Not now my friend... the shows starting... I want to savor this moment." He said in a hushed tone, removing his glasses and tucking them away inside his coat.
The stage was lit up by spotlights and the heavy red curtain parted and a fox with long red hair stepped forward. She was decked out in a long shimmering white dress with long slits up both side to show off her legs (covered in sheer white stockings) and the fancy high-heals she had on. The top of the dress was tied around her neck with a super-low back and a plunging gap in the front showing off the light colored fur of her ample cleavage.
She held up the mike in her hand and spoke. "Hello everyone- I'm Vicky DeLane, and I hope you're all having fun. I know I am." She said with a wink. Her keen brown eyes twinkled under the lighting as she spoke. "Tonight, It's my pleasure to not only be here entertaining such a lovely audience; I'm also the Master of Ceremonies for this show."
After a bit of applause from the audience, she continued, "Tonight we have a great line-up planned for you, Mr. Marino will be joining me one piano later for some songs." She said cheerfully. "We've also got magic acts and other amazing performers." She continued. "And of course... how could we overlook my girls!" She exclaimed happily to the approval of the audience.
Rick felt increasingly on edge and the other man's total lack of concern did little to ease his anxiety. The coyote leaned in closer to the older fox. "Lucian, I need to talk with you." He said in a whisper.
The fox frowned at the words, but didn't bother to turn and face him when he replied. "Have you ever just stopped to savor something- a flower, a fine wine?" He asked cryptically. "I don't think you ever have- I can tell this by the fact that you want to talk about business at a time like this."
Lucien smiled as he spoke. "Right now, the only thing I'm interested in is the magnificent creature on stage." He announced, gesturing towards Vicky. He then turned to face Rick. "When you've been around as long as I have, you'll understand the importance of taking the time to enjoy what life has to offer." With that, he leaned back in his seat and watched as the show began.
Rick sighed (shaking his head) but accepted the situation and sat quietly while Lucian enjoyed the show before them.
Mimi was decked out in her little waitress outfit- looking more like a 'playmate' than a server in her strapless top and miniskirt. She paused, glancing at the stage in time for Vicky to cast a brief glance in her direction and smile- as if looking right at her. The small catgirl blushed faintly and hurried off.
**.o.o.o.**
The two women entered the front room of Ursa's quarters. The rabbit quickly kicked her shoes off. Ursa quickly undid the cravat around her neck and undid the top button of her collar. Behind her, Regina was sitting on a black leather couch- her boots already off.
Regina noted that while both she and Xander lived in single-berth quarters- Ursa's seemed to be double-berth accommodations. As if in response to Regina's exploratory glances, the white rabbit spoke up.
"Big, isn't it?" She began. "My position as head of public relations has it's perks- I've been bringing a number of highbrow clients to this place, so they were more than happy to upgrade me to this when I asked them." The rabbit explaining.
"But why would you need a second room?" Regina asked her while easing into the plush surface of the couch.
"I had it converted to a massage therapy room." Ursa replied with a smile. "I'm quite good with my hands." She added coyly. Regina grinned at the insinuation.
The white rabbit looked over her shoulder and smiled at the 'lizard' woman. "I really hope we can become friends- I've come to like you a lot and I'm hoping you feel the same." She spoke, unbuttoning her vest and setting it on top of a nearby counter. "I guess I must seem pretty shallow to you." She said in a surprisingly down-beat way, her expression seemed almost sad.
Regina held out her hand. "No, I..." She paused for a moment while Ursa undid the ruffled cuffs of her blouse. "Well, maybe at first- I mean you're so beautiful and men seem to flock to you." She commented, looking off to the side.
Ursa paused and looked at Regina, who now seemed uncertain. "There's no comparison- you're gorgeous and I'm just so plain by comparison." Regina confessed. "I guess that it was just easier to write you off..." She continued in an unsteady tone. "But now I realize that that makes me the shallow one." She finished, looking down at her lap.
By now, Ursa had finished unbuttoning her blouse and quickly undid the zip on her skirt and cast it aside with the rest of her clothing. The rabbit then slipped off her blouse and walked over to where Regina was sitting. The Ichthillian flinched a bit at the sudden feeling of Ursa's soft, warm body against her. She instantly recognized that it was the other woman beside her, hugging her tightly.
The dark-haired reptilian turned to face her and their eyes met. Ursa's expression was serious and yet full of warmth and affection at the same time. Regina suddenly found herself wanting to get lost in the rabbit's bright blue eyes... "I may not know you all that well- but what I have seen so far has made one thing clear to me," Ursa began in a firm tone.
"I can tell that there's something wonderful shining within you... I see it your eyes, I hear it in your voice, and I feel it in the beating of your heart." She offered, resting her hand against her chest to illustrate her last point. Regina was at loss as to what say. Her felt heart race as Ursa leaned in closer and brushed her lips against hers.
Regina quickly calmed down and returned the gesture. She snaked her arms around her and held Ursa's curvy form against her- her smooth hands now resting on the rabbit's hips. It was at that moment that Regina became aware of something... She'd fallen for Ursa! Despite already having feelings for Xander, she knew that she felt something for the woman beside her as well.
*...People, as a whole, tend to misunderstand and even oversimplify things...*
For example, Ursa had never given any real thought to defining either herself or her sexuality one way or the other. For her, it wasn't so much a matter of males and females, but about weather she liked the person. She had had relationships with both men and women, but she didn't really consider herself self bisexual- the gender of the other person was largely incidental.
In Regina's case, she had only been in relationships with men. It wasn't any sort of conscious effort on her part- it was simply a matter of her acting upon what came natural. In her case, she probably would have defined herself as pretty well being "straight"...at least for the most part. She doubted that her preferences were all that wide. It was just in this case, she suddenly found herself attracted to Ursa... who just happened to be a woman.
**.o.o.o.**
"You're such a tease, you know that don't you?" Ursa asked in an amused tone as she walked over to the massage table. Regina was currently laying on her stomach across the top of the table- her chin resting neatly on her crossed arms. "I wish I could have seen the look on his face when you said that to him." She added while rotating her arms gently.
Regina found herself almost totally naked- save for her black underwear. She'd grudgingly removed her black sports-top at Ursa's suggestion. The rabbit had claimed that it would give her better access to the other woman's shoulders. The reptilian lady grinned at the remark. "It did feel nice to leave him hanging like that..." She mused softly to herself. "Maybe I do have a bit of a mean streak to me?" She asked without looking up.
Ursa tweaked and worked the muscles in her upper back with expert hands. Slowly and methodically, she made her way down her lower back- her skilled hands sliding across the smooth cool surface of the Ichthillian's toned body. Regina murmured happily in response, making the rabbit smile. "Not at all, you have to maintain a degree of mystery in a relationship." She replied.
"That's all part of what makes it exciting- the guessing!" She remarked happily and cupped the other woman's bottom playfully with both hands. Regina gave out a little startled yelp as she felt the slender fingers grip her backside and then slide along her inner thighs with slow deliberate motions that bordered on teasing. Ursa leaned in and spoke in a breathy whisper. "Now turn over."
Regina complied and rolled onto her back. She felt the soft flesh-like scales on her face grow warm under the appreciative gaze of the bunny girl- who happened to only be wearing a rather showy pink panties and bra combo. Truthfully, Regina was surprised that she had agreed to do this sober! Normally, she would have preferred to have been nicely buzzed before taking part in something like this.
Ursa moved down to the foot of the table and began massaging her feet. She paused to admire the lean muscle tone in her legs- noting the subtle musculature in her calves and inner-thighs. After massaging and flexing both of her legs, Ursa ran her hands up towards her stomach, deliberately letting her hands brush light against her groin.
"You're awful." Regina groaned, feeling herself blush again. "I can't believe I agreed to let you do this to me..." She said in a cute whimper. Ursa proceeded to caress her toned flat stomach and tapered hips, before moving her hands up again. She intentionally made sure to linger as she moved her hands across Regina's smaller breasts- causing her to gasp slightly.
Things became silent and Regina opened her eyes in time to see Ursa taking off her bra and then kick her discarded panties off, along with them. She blushed darkly at the sight of her pink nipples and slit (in stark contrast to her own dark green nipples and slit).
"This is the best part." She said to her simply as she climbed up onto the table and gripped the hem of her underwear. Ursa removed the simple garment with little trouble, exposing the other woman's mound to the cool air of the room. Regina hissed briefly at the sensation. She was far too confused to protest and didn't resist as the rabbit then spread her legs apart.
Regina felt herself become wet as Ursa teased her aching slit with her fingers. She started by just brushing her fingers across the soft outer-lips for a moment. After a bit, the white rabbit inserted a finger inside her, causing the Ichthillian to buck her hips at the sudden intrusion. Ursa then slipped another finger inside her now slick passage. She gave Regina a moment to adjust before gently thrusting her digits into her dripping core.
Ursa continued driving into her with one hand- tweaking the sensitive inner walls with her fingers. She smiled to herself as she reached down and teased Regina's clit with her other hand. The green-skinned woman cursed in response to the attention and reflexively moved her hips against Ursa's hand- desperate to continue the rush of pleasure she was experiencing. At any other time, she would have hated the level of control that Ursa had over her, but right now- she just wanted more!
Much to Regina's disapproval, Ursa abruptly slipped her hand out- making a wet sound as her fingers exited her dripping core. Ursa noted the confused, wanting look of on Regina's face and smiled down at her (her own heart fluttering slightly). The rabbit held up a long smooth object- it was about eight inches long with a rounded narrow tip. Ursa moved back down between her legs and teased the entrance of her passage with the end of the object for a moment.
When she was satisfied that she had tormented the other woman enough (and partly in realization that she might throttle her if this dragged on any longer), she slowly slid it into Regina. The wet folds easily parted for the object as it slid effortlessly into her. Regina moaned noisily under Ursa's gaze. Then, after a moment of inaction- the object hummed to life and the lizard cried out as it began pulsating inside her. "Don't worry dear; you're going to love this!" Ursa declared.
"Oh shit!" Regina exclaimed. "Oh... gods, I've never... had one of *these* in me before..." She managed to blurt out amidst a stream of pleasured gasps. Ursa just smiled at the sight of the squirming woman before her. She had to admit that sight of Regina writhing about in a mix of confusion and pleasure was turning her on. She wondered if Xander felt the same way when he'd made love to her... had she cried out like this as he thrust into her?
If so, then Ursa could see the appeal in making love to her. Regina's body seemed particularly sensative to physical stimulation. The end result just made Ursa want to drive her on even further to brink of ecstasy! Well, that question could wait... Regina reflexively began grinding her hips against the object as it droned on within her.
Several moments (and various exclamations) later- a powerful shiver ran through Regina's entire body and she cried out. Ursa's hand was soaked with the woman's juices as she climaxed around her. The rabbit could feel her inner walls tense up and clamp down around the sleek metalic shaft of the object as she came.
Regina glared up at Ursa. She was flushed and a little annoyed. The white rabbit reached down and cupped her cheek. She smiled down at her impishly. "So... was it good for you?" She asked in a husky tone.
Regina just rolled her eyes...
\*\*(- End of Chapter 10 -)
.o.o.o.\*\*
I needed to tie a few plot threads together and get the story moving along again, so this chapter ended up being pretty long. Please let me know what you thought about it.
One of things I did in this re-write, was to expand on a number of scenes. One of the reviewers said that the chapter could do with more detail and description. After some thought, I realized that I was a bit too brief with a number of scenes- so I set out to try and improve them.
*\-Seres North*
Original version: Dec 14, 2008 Revised version: Oct 15, 2009 | FSE |
Title: Friday Night
Tags: d/s, couples, sadism, romance
"You must tell me when." Mimi watched intently as the glass filled with juice.
"I will. Don't you worry. You'll know. You usually do." Sven winked, placing the carton back onto the coffee table. "You'll know when I want you to stop."
It was a cold, quiet Friday evening in the middle of January and their plans had been unceremoniously cancelled by the elements. No more dinner with their soon to be married friends or, much to Mimi's relief, conversations about wedding bouquets and cake tasting thanks to the deluge that raged outside, just a DVD box set and half a bag of nachos. At least, that was the plan until Mimi had raised the issue of safewords.
"No, but I'd actually like to hear you say so sometimes. I'd like to do some more non-consent play." Mimi curled up next to her boyfriend and flicked through the TV channels, only half paying attention to them, her thoughts racing. "I know you're all into being stoic and manly but I don't want to really hurt you. You know, in a bad way. And I know, I know we've never needed them before because stop has always meant stop but sometimes," she paused, "Well, I think they might be useful, that's all"
"But I thought you liked it when I grunted and groaned and took it." He looked up pushed her thigh with his foot. "Don't you?"
"No, I do. But I think we need a safeword that is something other than stop for this. It makes no sense otherwise."
"Of course, I was forgetting your little fantasy." Sven said, the grin curling around his face, his voice lower, conspiratory.
Mimi laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Ha." She said, "It's hardly little. It is big and all encompassing and there are times that I am scared that if I start, if I really start, I won't be able to stop until you are a sobbing, bruised mess and I will never forgive myself." She bit her lip. "I know it's a crazy fantasy. That it's not safe necessarily, but nothing gets me hard like it." She leant over and curled into his shoulder.
"Christ." Sven's eyes were fixed on the television, merely the light behind the single, hard bead of thought that formed in his mind; something deep and primal in that place where love and pain were one indecipherable sensation; a place where he, with his vanities and insecurities, was nothing and everything.
"That's quite a thought." He said, his eyes moving back up to hers. "You really want that?"
"Yes. I do. And with you." She shook her head and kissed him gently on the mouth. "It would hit all of my buttons."
"Of course." he said, his head cocked to the side. "And here was me thinking you were tense because you thought you were going to have to pretend to be excited about wedding invites tonight." He kissed her temple and smiled. "I should have called and cancelled sooner."
"You should have." She said, "But in seriousness, Sven, I really want this and I've hidden it for so long that I'm actually a little scared about letting it out now because I've no idea how big it's grown, hidden away in the dark. "
"You mean to tell me," he said, his arms curling around her, "That the walls are finally coming down?" he spoke into her hair, his breath warm against her cheek. "Really?"
"Stop it." She turned in his grip and laughed. "I mean it. I've never told anyone this before." Mimi's face fell serious and she sat back up away from him. "So, tell me. Are you okay with this?" she asked, "With being my punchbag?"
"Will there be punching?" Sven said, "I rather like the thought of that. We've not really or, I've not really done that. I think I'd like to."
Mimi nodded, "Good. I'd like that too. And some slapping on your arms and thighs and chest." She said. "Harder than usual and um, begging me to stop but I don't."
"Are you embarrassed?" Sven said, grinning.
Mimi nodded. "A bit."
"Oh." He sighed heavily and hugged her close, "No need to be." He said, "You know better than that. I can't believe you wouldn't tell me. What else?"
"I still have that flat, wooden spatula thingy."
"Ah, yes."
"So you'll do it?" Mimi asked, "What do you think?"
"I think it sounds very hot." Sven said, "You really shouldn't have been embarrassed." Mimi nodded, smiled a little, though it seemed tinged with regret, Sven thought. "Of course I'll do it."
"I thought I would hurt you. I'm frightened by it." She said, "In my fantasies, I've always imagined a man who I can really hurt. Like it's catharsis or something."
He nodded, thoughtful. "Well," he smiled, " here I am." His arms bloomed in front of her, palms open, "I'm not scared." He smiled, "Well, maybe a little."
Mimi let out a squeak of delight and leant forward again, kissing him hard on the mouth. "You will?" she smiled, "You really will?"
Sven nodded, "I am very turned on by the thought of crying for you." He said, "And a bit ashamed but then that just makes it hotter." He leant forward and kissed her on the mouth. "You know that it's not always hearts and flowers and easily... easy emotions, don't you?" he said.
Mimi smiled, a sigh pouring from her, "You have no idea."
"Degradation?" Sven asked.
"What about it?"
"Your thoughts. Be honest. I know you've been a little snarky before." His hands were knotted together in his lap now, the television ignored.
"You mean to I want to tell you what a piece of worthless shit you are and to get on your knees and suck my cock?" Mimi smirked.
"Ha. I know it's a cliché." Sven's shrugged and he leant backward into the sofa. "But sometimes I do wish you wouldn't be so, um-"
"What?" Mimi said.
"Um, hesitant. I get the feeling you're not really letting go fully. I'd like it if you did get a little rougher. It's passion. I love that. Love the thought of you enjoying yourself."
Mimi nodded, stunned, smiling, "Exactly, babe. This is what I mean."
Sven leant forward and pulled Mimi against him, kissing her hard. "Then that is what you'll get." He moved and stood up. Stretched a little. "Don't think I'll go down without a fight though." He grinned and picked up his cup.
Mimi laughed. "Yeah, whatever. We'll see about that."
"I'm nearly twice your weight, Amanda. I think not."
"If you think this is working then, a, you're right and b, you're paying for that later." She laughed. "Bring me some tea while you're up, kitten." She handed her cup toward him and he took it.
"Will do." He headed toward the kitchen.
"Oh, sweetheart?" Mimi said, smiling to herself. "Get your collar and put it on."
"Now?" Sven said.
Mimi smiled to herself, the surprise in his voice heart warming. "Yes," she repeated, "Now. Go and do it while the kettle is boiling. Won't take you long."
Sven padded back across the creaking boards, towards the bedroom. He kissed her on the temple as he passed. "Happily. I'm so proud of you, Mim." He said, brushing her face, "I know it's difficult sometimes. Hell, you told me that, but I want you to be the best domme you can be. I don't mean to condescend to you but-" he knelt and grabbed her hands, held them tight. "I mean you have so much inside of you; so much kindness and passion and I hate to see it wasted. I love you so much I want you to be the best version of yourself, do you see? Don't let fear and shame hold you back."
Mimi gasped then swallowed hard, "Oh, I- no one's ever said that to me before. No one has ever, I don't think, wanted that for me before. I don't think that I thought I could. I..." she hesitated and looked up, a smile brightening her face as she met his eyes, " How kind of you to say that. "
He smiled and kissed her bunched fingers, "Just doing my job, babe."
"I couldn't ask for better." Mimi said, "Now, please. Let's do this. Go."
"Okay." Sven stood, kissed her hard, moving toward the bedroom.
"Good boy." Mimi called after him, muting the television and looking out into the dark beyond.
She stood and stretched, watching the traffic move silently beneath her, wondering how many other people below wore a collar or loved someone that did. She had spent a long time not understanding its significance. At first, she'd seen the collar as a play thing, like a pair of handcuffs or a vibrator but soon came to see it was quite different. It had become a potent symbol of their relationship, their devotion to each other. Sometimes, Mimi felt that though they weren't married, or getting sentimental about cake like Kate and David, that this stood in it's place, not merely as a symbol of her ownership but as a mark of Sven's dedication. As a girl, she'd never fantasized about her wedding day, she'd found the idea of traditional romance even a little difficult, but this; this power dynamic had buried itself within her heart in a way that she did not entirely understand. The only thing that mattered was that it was good and right and made her happy in a way she had not anticipated. Beyond that, it terrified her.
"Done." Sven's arms curled around her waist and she looked up at him, her thoughts broken.
"Oh," she smiled, "Lovely."
"You think?" Sven said.
Mimi nodded, "I think you should keep it on all the time."
"Really?" Sven raised his eyebrows, his cheeks colouring. "But what about when I have to go out?" he asked walking back toward the kitchen.
"Why?" Mimi said, following behind, "Aren't you proud to be my pet?" she swatted him playfully on the bottom and leant in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Oh, it's not that," Sven moved the kettle from the stove, filling the cups, "It's just, you know. People would talk. I mean, I don't care, just that, I, um, you never said."
"What?" Mimi said, wry mockery in her voice, "I'm saying so now."
Sven smiled, pulling open the fridge with a tinkle of bottles, "This honesty thing is going to get me into a lot of trouble, isn't it?"
Mimi nodded, "Probably."
"And being the best Domme you can be is going to be both mischievous and terrifying, isn't it?"
"Well you did ask." Mimi grinned, plucking her cup from the counter. "Come on. Drink that at my feet, we still have some more talking to do."
Mimi turned and headed back towards the sofa, her long curtain of hair swishing behind her as she moved. Sven smiled and followed behind her.
"So then," Mimi gestured to the floor next to her feet and Sven sat down, leaning against the sofa. "I think we should go with the old traffic light colours; red, yellow, green."
"Yep. I can do that." Sven nodded, "I can also do lots of "oh no, stop, stop." Without you actually having to stop."
Mimi laughed, "Yes. And I know it sounds like crap, but I love it when you make a lot of noise. Please do, I love the grunting."
"Okay. Can do."
"What?" Mimi said.
"Just, sometimes, I don't know. I'm a bit embarrassed making so much noise."
"Okay, well, obviously, I'm not talking fakey porn noises but, you know, don't hold back. Whatever comes naturally."
"Okay." Sven smiled, "This is so nice." He laid his head in her lap and shut his eyes.
"Hmm." Mimi stroked his hair idly and sipped her tea. "It is. So nice."
"I don't want it to be weird role playing, though." Sven added, the thought floating through the air above them.
"No, no. Ugh." Mimi smiled, "Obviously not but if it gets heated then I think it will be useful."
Sven nodded, "Sometimes I worry if this means we don't get each other as well as we should."
"Hmm, come on." Mimi said, her eyes rolling, "It's okay. We know each other's bodies, each other's minds."
Sven nodded, "Yeah, I know. Silly, I suppose."
"I just don't want you to be overwhelmed or genuinely hurting. I've noticed that you babble a lot when we've played with pain before. You fight it a bit."
"Okay, that is true when actually, I do really want it." Sven said, "I can see how they could be useful."
"Good." Mimi kissed his head and hugged him close. "Now get naked for me."
"Of course." Sven smiled and kissed her leg.
"Oh, then the toy bag, please." She kissed his forehead and smiled. "Bottom of the wardrobe like normal."
"On it."
Soon he returned naked with the thin straps of the bag curled around his hand as though he were off to play tennis or train at the gym.
"Open it and leave it by the table." Mimi said, patting the sofa. "Come here."
He did as he was told, sitting next to her, perching on the edge of the sofa strangely demure.
"Lie back." Mimi stood and pushed him backward, smiling as he exhaled and found that as usual, everything else melted away and only the warm comfort of his submission remained. "Much better." Mimi leant forward and kissed him again, straddling his hips, her hands planted on his chest. "Sitting comfortably?" she purred.
Sven smiled, "As comfortable as I think I'm going to get." He said.
"Good." Mimi kissed him again and dug her nails into his arm. Beneath her he winced, letting out a low whine. "Then let me show you just what I mean."
"Count the slaps." She said, " Get up and stand against the table, upright. Grip the edge."
Sven did as he was told, moving to the scarred wooden table behind the sofa, a half smile curling up at one side of his mouth, obliging. Mimi grinned back in unspoken acknowledgement; she ran her hand down his back and gently squeezed his bottom. "Get to it."
The man did as he was told, his hands curled around the solid wood, his bottom stuck out slightly, waiting.
"Ready?" Mimi stood behind him, the strap she'd pulled from the bag limp in her hand. "Comfortable?" she asked, "Not too cold." She rubbed his hip gently as she moved, pulling the curtains closed. "Wouldn't want the neighbours talking would we?
"No." Sven laughed, "And I'm fine. Ready. Excited to feel the effects of all the practise you've been putting in." he moved from one foot to the next like an excited child.
"Oh." She said, "You heard."
"How could I not?" he grinned at her, his fingers still planted firmly on the table. "It made working yesterday evening quite difficult listening to you thudding away in the bedroom."
"Aw," she sighed, moving back behind him. "I thought you had your earphones in. Still, I suppose it's reassuring. I hope."
"Of course." He turned, his hands not moving, Mimi noticed. He nodded toward her, encouraging. "I trust you, babe. Do your worst." He laughed again and wiggled his bottom.
"Cheeky." She gave him a playful nudge and lined up behind him, exhaling, taking aim. "Count them."
"Yes, Ma'am." Sven waited for the first blow. It came, neat and heavy across his flesh, the sensation fizzing down his thighs. "One."
Mimi smiled; it was just as tidy as she'd hoped it would be. "Again." She said, raising her arm.
A low exhalation of breath and then, "Two, oh."
"Good." Mimi said watching the colour begin to rise against her boyfriend's flesh. "Just as you're doing. Focus. Focus on nothing but how this feels. That's all that matters. That's all you are. All mine." The third blow came and Sven breathed into it, the word three disappearing into the air like smoke. Soon, four followed and he felt the familiar warmth of submission curl around his shoulders and sink through him, settling in his stomach, glittering in the back of his brain as blow followed blow, the rhythm measured and hypnotic.
"I didn't hear you then." Mimi said. "What number are we on? Come on, stay with it."
"Eight." He said, louder than before, a low grunt following it.
"Good boy. That's more like it." Mimi walked forward and kissed his shoulder. The man tilted his head and she pushed his hair from his forehead. "A little faster now, hm?"
"Hm." Sven nodded, "Yeah."
"You think?" Mimi walked backward and landed three blows across the reddening flesh in quick succession.
"Ugngh." Another grunt and Sven gripped the table a little tighter. "Oh."
"That doesn't mean you can stop counting, pet." Mimi said, "Where are we?"
"Ugh, Nine, ten, eleven." Sven answered. "Twelve, thirteen, four-fourteen." He moaned louder. Behind him, Mimi laughed.
"Ngh." She let out a noise of her own and hit harder now, laughter in her voice. "That's just what I'm talking about she said. Those pretty little sounds you make. Beautiful."
"Thank you, Ma'am." Sven said, his body twisting toward her.
"Stay still." She moved him a little, making him face forward again. "You're getting clingy, pet. Focus. Snuggles at the end, I promise."
He exhaled, nodding. "Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry, Ma'am."
Mimi smiled. "Good. You're being so polite tonight. Keep that up." She kissed his shoulder, rubbing his thigh gently. "I think we're about ready to step this up, hm?"
Sven smiled at the feel of her hand on his bottom and nodded, "Yes, Ma'am." There was no touch quite like it; that moment when his body began to tingle with chemicals, every touch became electric.
"Good. Then keep counting." The swats fell faster and he began to wriggle a little, "Stay still. What did I say?"
He moaned again and focused, the numbers tripping off his tongue, faster, the pitch lower, as they became harder marks.
Power play. Mimi had never really seen it as anything other than a simple descriptor and yet, when the thick, smooth strap came down on to the vulnerable curve of her boyfriend's bottom she realised that it was real. A tangible flow of energy, weeks of pent up tensions crackling like a current from her and into him. Pulling from him every last piece of identity, shaping him into something new and better. With every touch it seemed that all those years of fear and shame were twisting into something beautiful, with every grunt Sven made, Mimi felt herself at once stronger and weaker. She felt herself made brave, vital by the heady kick of endorphins such power gave her, the low bass line that shivered between her legs only adding to the rhythm.
"Louder." She said, her voice stronger, edified by the man in front of her, taking his reactions and reshaping him into something else.
"Twenty one, twenty...two." A longer, deeper whine followed, the grunts left behind, the machismo peeled away. "Oh, oh, oh." The little sighs followed and Mimi stopped, caressing the warming flesh, planting another kiss on his shoulder. Quickly, she pushed his head forward again. "Focus."
"Please." He said, "Oh, oh, oh."
"You can take more." She answered, "I know it."
He nodded, his eyes closed now, framing the pain in the dark, his heart pounding.
"This time," her fingers ran over his flesh and he purred, low, winnowing, like a nervous animal. "No counting. No words at all. Just the feel of the slaps, okay? Sink into the feel of this, I'm here, I'll catch you."
Sven nodded, silent, braced against the table, feeling himself slip away into sensation, as though she had given him permission to do so.
The blows came quicker then and he found himself crying out, louder than he thought he would, dragged downward by a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion forcing it's way through his chest like a piece of hot wire, curling outward into the dark.
"Good. This is what I want." Mimi landed yet more hard, stinging slaps across her boyfriend's flesh and stood back, silent, watching him breathe, his fingertips pushing into the edge of the table. She stood silent, watching, silently proud. Even after all this time, the emotions she thought would fade with time seemed to grow stronger and more awe inspiring in their longevity. His abilities never failed to impress her. His head tilted to the side and she grabbed his wrist gently. "Come." She said, her voice tender, "Lie out on the sofa."
He stood and took her hand, smiling, a little dazed and sat, swinging his legs upward.
"Are you still okay?" she stroked his cheek and perched on the edge of the sofa. "Not too spaced out yet?"
Sven shook his head. "I'm just comfortable." He smiled, "A little sore. But good sore." He kissed her hand and sank backward into the cushions.
"Well then," Mimi's eyes glittered and she bent to kiss him softly, biting his lip. "That needs to change."
He nodded, "I want it." He said.
"What?" she asked, moving again, straddling his waist. "What do you want?"
"I want you to hurt me." He said. "Please." His voice was thick, tangled with desire and the warm fog of submission, of endorphins washing through his body like warm water, making him feel empty and full all at once. Like there was nothing else he needed.
Mimi started small, pinching the tender flesh on his arms, pulling harder as his cries grew louder. Soon, laughing and peppering his face with kisses she sank back and watched his expression, his eyelids flickering with desire, his pupils inky.
"You have never looked prettier." She said, "So beautiful." She kissed him again, rubbing his chest, soothing before moving upright and landing a punch, hard against his chest. "Aren't you going to thank me?" she said, her voice glinting with a razor's edge, an unspoken threat shimmering somewhere behind it.
"Thank you." He gasped.
Another punch followed, then another that flared into the sharp twist of pulled flesh, the tiny hairs catching between her fingertips.
"Oh." Sven's eyes flew open and he inhaled sharply, his eyes watering. "Oh."
Mimi grinned, "What was that?" she cupped his face with one hand, focusing on him intently. "Not losing it, are we?" she asked, one eyebrow arced in playful derision. "You can take this." She said. "Can't you?" She raked her fingernails down his chest, her eyes never leaving his face, his gasping, pink mouth.
"I know you can." She continued.
He nodded, his lashes darkened by salt water, smiling. "I can."
"Good." More pinching followed, her fingers pulling more mewls from him. "You see?"
Sven nodded, silent sinking into the feeling that was slowly spreading through him, somewhere between floating and sinking. He could never tell. Then, in one quick move she jolted him back from the depths, his eyes flying open as she landed a slap to the centre of his cheek. He inhaled and fighting, failing, let out a long, low whine.
"There." Above him, Mimi smiled and rubbed his face, her fingers smoothing over his cheek. "Just what I was looking for." Her thumb ran under his eye and to her mouth, her tongue darting out and licking the tear from her finger. "Just what I wanted." She twisted her thumb and bit her nail thoughtfully, looking down and then away, listening to their breathing tangle together.
"Oh." Sven gasped again and screwed his eyes shut, the tears coming faster now, and a tangle of emotions knotting in his chest. He shook a little under him, nuzzling against her palm as she stroked his face.
"How beautiful you are." She whispered, "Such a pretty pet."
He tried to speak, to thank her, to tell her everything he felt but few words came, merely another small twist of noise curling from his chest.
"You can't be done though, can you?" she grinned and kissed him on the cheek as she spoke. "Can you?"
He shook his head.
"Let me hear you say it?"
"I'm not done. I'm not done." The words came out weaker than he'd hoped, shocking him, pulling him upward his hands curling into Mimi's t-shirt. "Please, Ma'am."
"That's the spirit." Mimi laughed, landing several punches across Sven's heaving chest. "Don't move away. Meet the blows. Take your submission with open hands. Meet it. Find it. It is what you were always meant to be."
Sven nodded, his eyes twisting shut again, the hot tears running down his cheeks and curling against his neck. There seemed nothing left now but her laughter and the dark behind his eyes, flooding with the word the colour, the feel of his body shivering, shot through with fear and strength and love until he felt it in his chest, pouring outward, his mouth open, desperate for hers, gasping for something. The heat heightened, the knot in his chest unfurling as he sank beneath Mimi's blows and pinches. Tears fell in full flow then, a great chasm of emotion forcing it's way open within him, making him curl into her, gasping.
"Good." Mimi kissed his temple and slid next to him. "That's so good darling. Such a good boy." She shifted, moving next to him, pulling him up and then down, his head on her lap.
Sven exhaled heavily, his eyes open, his body hyper aware, tingling. "Can I?" he sat up and lay back next to Mimi, "Yellow. Just a second. I just..." he smiled at her, breathing hard, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "I wasn't expecting that." He laughed. "I'm surprised I think. The slap, I-"
"Oh. She curled her hand around his cheek, gasping. "I didn't hurt you, did I? Was that too much, I-"
He leant forward and kissed her, "Sorry." He breathed, smiling. "I couldn't resist."
Mimi laughed and pushed him backward, "What?"
"Fuck." Sven sank his head into his hands and looked over at Mimi. "I don't know. That slap, something in me, I, uh-" he stopped and Mimi pulled him closer again. "Are you okay?"
"You've no idea." He smiled up at her, "Shit. Christ, that was so good." He sniffed heavily his body still.
"Good." She kissed his temple again, her legs curling around him. "That was really nice. You were so good. So tough for me."
Sven nodded, "Thank you. I...Was that enough? Was I?"
"Of course you were. I think that was a good start. You never fail to amaze me."
"Hmm." He sank backward against her and kissed her hand, their fingers entwined. " Likewise." He took a sharp breath, the tears petering out to tiny gasps as Mimi wiped his cheek. "Thank you." He repeated the phrase again, a litany against her skin.
"I think." Mimi said, hugging him close, "We should sink into a nice hot bath. Yes?"
"Sven nodded, "Please." He twisted, sitting up and kissing her on the mouth, his hands tangling through her hair.
"Come then." She smiled, squeezing his thigh, "I want you functioning for later."
"Better now?" Mimi lifted her foot out of the water and smiled at Sven.
"Yes." His fingers curled around the arch of her foot and he pressed his mouth to her toe. "I'm so happy now." He said, his eyes darting upward again, the colour rising in his cheeks.
"Well, I'm not finished with you yet." Mimi answered, poking him in the shoulder with her toe. "Come on. Get out." She knelt upward and grabbed his shoulder, kissing him hard on the mouth. Mimi got out and wrapped a towel around herself, then placed another in the sink for Sven.
"Here, let me." He followed and pulled the towel off her body, smiling down at her. "I want to."
Mimi smiled back. "Good." She said, "I wouldn't expect anything less."
As ever, Sven was tender with it. Near reverential, Mimi noticed, slowly and carefully running the towel over her skin, catching the warm droplets that ran down her body. He knelt at her feet, utterly focused on the task at hand and set about drying her feel and legs.
"You know," Mimi said, moving a tendril of wet hair from his face, "Every time we play it seems like you're becoming more comfortable. More yourself."
Sven blushed, "Thank you." He kissed her calf, "I think so. I'm so happy like this."
Mimi nodded, watching him work, "Do you remember in the beginning, pet? We were so nervous." She laughed, unpinning her hair, letting it fall down her back, pensive.
"I know." He answered, wrapping the towel back around her, kissing her gently on the forehead. "And now it's just another Friday night."
Mimi laughed and ran her palm over the tender skin on his thigh, the bruise rising in the skin. "Who'da thunk it? Oh, you're forgetting something."
"What?"
"This." Mimi picked up the collar from the shelf above the sink and buckled it back around his neck, making Sven stoop awkwardly. "There." She pushed him back up and laid her hands, like two pale stars, on his chest. "Back to normal, pet. I hope you're prepared to fuck me well tonight."
"Yes, Ma'am." Sven said, his arms falling to his sides. "Now, Ma'am?" he asked.
Mimi laughed again, the sound thick and hearty, coiling into the bottom of Sven's belly, making him shudder. She was always so delighted in his submission.
"I think so. Dry yourself and come sit with me." She turned toward the door, looking back at him. "Don't be tempted to touch yourself, pet. Remember who that dick belongs to."
"Yes Ma'am." He answered, "Wouldn't dare."
Mimi frowned though laughter once more seeped into her voice, "Is that sarcasm? Are you back chatting me, boy?"
"Oh." Sven said, "No, Ma'am, I didn't mean it like that."
"Good." She tightened her towel and turned to leave, "Quick as you can. I want to put that mouth of yours to better use."
The door clinked closed and Mimi stretched, sighing happily to herself as she walked back through the apartment, sinking into the old sofa. Sven was right, she thought, he was changing – and so was she - though it frightened her a little to admit it. She pulled a face, waiting, her belly full of mirrors, the slick nausea of desire shuddering in her stomach. She leant back into the cushions and pushed her feet against the edge of the coffee table, her fingers sinking between her thighs, into the damp folds between. Her fingers caught her clit and she closed her eyes, grinding against her hand, the thought of her lover's mouth, his tongue pushing into her, making her purr happily. Yes, she thought, this was what she wanted, his face pushed against her, his mouth and fingers pulling pleasure from her body. She leant back, her knees falling apart, her mind awash with feverish thoughts, of at once degrading him, making him into an object of lust and of deifying him, of adoration.
"It appears the rules don't apply to you, Ma'am."
Mimi's eyes flew open, the breath caught in her throat. "Ha. No, they don't." she beckoned him nearer, patting a space on the sofa next to her. "Come here."
He obeyed, patiently resuming his position next to her. "Good boy." She said, her thumb grazing his cheek. "Pet, I want you to get nice and comfy on the floor, right here." She pointed to the square of carpet between her legs. "And then I want you to lick me until I say otherwise."
"Yes Ma'am." The man slid onto the floor, angling himself between the sofa, pushing back the coffee table as he moved.
"Move it back if you need to." Mimi moved the table with her foot, "I can rest my legs over your shoulders. There's never enough space in here."
Sven moved the table, turning again back to his girlfriend. He leant forward, gently kissing the soft flesh of her thighs, breathing deep, the smell of soap and the feint bitterness of her cunt filling his mind, jolting his own member into life.
"Thank you ma'am." The words seemed so natural, he thought. They felt as if they had always belonged in his mouth, pouring from his lips like the kiss of a lover, a declaration of love. He was a man who had never wanted more, never been happier, he found than when he was creating pleasure and this, the way she tasted and arched her back, the softness of her thighs against his cheek, the hardening feel of her clit on his tongue, made him sink into submission. His lips pressed against the delicate folds and he darted his tongue out, slow at first, pushing deeper, her juices blooming on his tongue. She exhaled heavily, the tension beginning to pool deliciously in her gut, her bottom shifting forward.
"Higher, pet." She commanded, "Suck my clit a little more."
He moved as commanded, her feet flat against his back, pulling him nearer, low, girlish moans urging him on. He grew hungrier now, his cock aching as he mouthed her, desperately trying to quell the dissonance within his own body, twisting his frustration into dedication, moving his lips over the delicate bead of flesh.
"You filthy boy." Mimi breathed, "Your mouth never seems enough, I always ache so much. Push your tongue into me. Fuck me, kiss me." Her hips ground upward and Sven grunted towards her, his tongue hungrily lapping at her, ravenous between her thighs. "Oh yes." Her hips moved in lazy, languid circles and she threw her head back into the cushions sinking against his face, one thigh thrown over his shoulder, the other skewed outward, spread wide, desperate to take his greedy offering. "Faster." She said, pushing now, grinding against his face, fucking herself against his tongue.
The man ran his hands over her thighs, his wide palms flat against her thighs as his mouth worked harder, lapping her juices and pulling rougher moans from her.
Mimi gasped, her fingers curling into the cushions as his tongue pulled the first shivering wave of orgasm from her, her hips moving with him as she moaned, desire knifing through her body making her toes curl and her tiny, white teeth press against her lip. "Fuck, fuck. Oh, babe, oh." Words fell away and her body spoke for her as another wave of pleasure washed over her, harder now grinding and rocking against her boyfriend's intrepid mouth.
Sven whined low as he lapped, his cock flat against his belly, teased upward by the intoxicating taste of her body.
"Thank you Ma'am, Thank you." He said, though he was not sure where the words came from. Some deep, hidden part of himself locked up and now let free again, he found himself floating, finding the very centre of himself, his mind and body racing on a tide of endorphins. "Thank you, Ma'am." The words were like a litany, breathed against her flesh as she came, his tongue still pressed against clit.
Finally, the waves subsided and Mimi lay breathing hard on the sofa, one leg still draped lazily over Sven's shoulder. "Oh, baby come here." She slid her leg down his arm and pulled him up, her fingers curling into his collar. "Fuck me." She whispered, the words like hot needles against his flesh. "Put that pretty, straining cock of yours to good use and make me come again." She said.
"Yes, Ma'am."
They melted together then, their legs and mouths intertwined in slow, easy movements borne of familiarity. She curled her leg around him, gently guiding him against her, their bodies sinking together.
"Hard, pet." Mimi said, her voice a low whisper, hoarse with desire, "Hard and desperate like that dick of yours." She smiled, her mouth pressed against his skin, the movement making Sven tingle.
"Yes." He breathed, picking up the pace, his arms sinking awkwardly the dull ache in his arms eclipsed by the heat between his thighs, easily ignorable for the look on her face as she ground against him, meeting his movements.
"Like this?" he asked.
Mimi nodded, "Yeah. Just...oh...higher." She pulled at his collar and he found himself wedged tighter against her.
"I don't want to hurt you, kitten, I-"
"You're not." Mimi cut in, her finger still curled around his collar. "Just fuck me."
Sven nodded, the tension building uncomfortably between his thighs, he grunted and torn, slowed a little.
"What are you doing?" Mimi's eves flew open, her teeth playfully nipping his chest. "Harder, cunt."
"Ma'am. I can't, I'm sorry...going to come." The words trickled between them, curling in to the shadows and then volleyed back a stream of laughter darting upward.
"You're going to come?" Mimi said, barely hiding her enjoyment, "Harder then." She said, gripping him again, bucking her hips upward, "Keep going." She snaked her hand between her thighs, her fingertips moving in tiny, quickening circles against her clit. "Lean back, shallower." She pushed Sven upward, making him moan, his head tilting backward. "More." She breathed, her voice shallower, nearly diaphanous as their bodies moved.
"I-ugh," Sven fell forward, grunting against her, slowing as he came. "Baby, I-"
"Keep going, come on." Mimi sped up, her hand working faster between her thighs as she pushed. "Sensitive?"
"Hm." Sven nodded, his eyes closed as he moved, forcing himself not to pull away.
Mimi curled her palm around his neck, pulling him down as she came, another deeper orgasm shaking through her, her face pressed into the cushions.
"There." Sven sat backward and pulled the discarded towel from the floor, wiping both their bodies with it. "Thank you, Ma'am."
"Thank you." Mimi sat up and kissed him again, her hand against her shoulder. "I can't stop smiling." She laughed, "Like this is always how it was meant to be."
Sven nodded. "I know."
They tangled together again, silent, the only sound their breathing and beyond, the distant sounds of the city, a world away.
"You've been amazing tonight." Mimi smiled, her fingers running through Sven's hair.
"Thank you." He kissed her shoulder and nuzzled against her chest, his lips brushing her nipple. "Likewise. The strap was great...God...." He said sleepily, "And I like it when you call me cunt. I like names. I like being your filthy boy." He blushed. "Don't tell anyone."
Mimi laughed, her eyes going wide, "Imagine if I did." She whispered, "Doesn't the thrill of that make you hard?" Sven moaned into her chest. "what was that?" she brushed his cheek and kissed his temple again. "You know I wouldn't, don't you?"
Sven nodded, "I know."
"But I could." She mused, laughing to herself. "I like that thought."
"So do I." Sven said.
"Now," Mimi stroked his shoulder gently, "Get me some clothes and we can watch this DVD like we planned, yes?"
Sven nodded, "Thank you."
"I love you, baby. Remember that. You're the kindest, strongest man I know." Mimi said, her eyes watching him move as he stood.
"And you." He smiled, "Every day I realise there is no where else I am supposed to be." He kissed her again and stood. "Underwear and a t-shirt from the draw, yeah?"
Mimi nodded, "Yes." She said, "The blue one."
Just another friday night, she thought. What could be more perfect? | literotica |
Title: On Parole 11 by Vee_Stitch
Tags: Character Development, Digimon, M/M, Plot Development, School
On Parole 11
Veemon awoke on his bed slightly aroused and full of a little despair. He couldn't help but think about the cloaked figures that appeared like magic. As Veemon sat up he thought about how mad the world had become.
(I haven't made a song suggestion in a while how about some Gary Jules, Mad World.)
He sat up against the wall. He didn't know what to expect from these two days now. He looked at his darkened blue skin and asked, "What is happing to me?" He sat on his bunk blanked out by this bitter sadness. Spyro jumped down and he seemed rather excited.
Spyro said, "Oh man this is going to be good. I can't wait to see the look on Bearmon's face when you're finally in charge."
Veemon said just sat there still in his blank despair. Veemon asked, "Do you think things happen for a reason?"
Spyro said, "Well I guess, look today is a good day, so stop being so glum." Spyro kissed Veemon. Finally Veemon took it with some passion. Croc and Dorumon also woke up. Soon the cell doors opened. The four of them went to the lunch area. As soon as they entered the prisoners went wild. Veemon looked right at Bearmon who seemed rather lost in his own world. Croc said, "You have a mind to shove your win in his face. He can't do nothin' about it now." Veemon walked up to his table and his little group followed. Bearmon now looked at Veemon with a very serious look. His hands clapped together and he sat like a business man. He asked with a serious tune, "What do you want?"
Veemon looked around then said, "I want you to say you're my bitch in front of everyone."
Bearmon said loudly, "I am little blue's bitch, that's right."
Veemon said, "Now it's about time you dropped the soap."
Impmon said, "He might have to listen but we don't." Impmon sat up but Spyro huffed with his flaming nose. Impmon sat back down.
After Veemon and his group went to eat. Afterward it was time to shower. Veemon stuck real close to Bearmon. Veemon asked, "You ready for this."
Bearmon said, "Please, it's only two days. Bring everythin' you got, I deserve it anyway." They entered in the steamy showers. Bearmon just wanted this over with. He grabbed his soap and dropped it rather quickly. He came down. Veemon grinned and took of his pouch. He came down as well he touched Bearmon soft fur with one hand and stroke his pouch with the other. He got erect quickly in knowing this was just the start of the happiness he would get to enjoy. He inserted his penis into his rather tight asshole. Bearmon didn't moan.
Veemon said, "Oh come on bitch. Give me a nice sexy moan."
Bearmon moaned, "Mmmm." Veemon grabbed the soap and rubbed it against his shaft. He reinserted it Bearmon eyes squinted, and not out of rage. Bearmon actually liked it. He never would have guessed he would like it up the ass. Veemon went on to go faster. He grabbed Bearmon's pouch as his speed increased even more. Veemon rocked back and forth letting his soaped up penis just glide along inside. Veemon had his orgasm. He wanted it to be quick anyway. The real fun was to be had later on tonight. After the showers Veemon and Bearmon got out. Veemon held on to Bearmon's hand and said, "Hold on I'm not done with you yet." After everyone left. Veemon pressed Bearmon against the locker. Veemon said, "When you come to my cell, the others might be a little mean to get revenge. So I wanted to show you the good times we've had by myself." Veemon rubbed his pouch getting hard extremely fast. He took it off again only having it on for a few seconds. Veemon said, "Go on, you never tasted penis before so try mine out." Bearmon came down and took it in whole. Bearmon sucked with very little lust. Bearmon once again finding this more feeling this time in his mouth to be rather good.
Veemon moaned, "Ahhhhhh, you're not so bad at this."
Veemon sat on a bench. Bearmon followed by going on top of him and going back to work on Veemon's member. Bearmon sucked with just a bit more passion. Veemon closed his eyes for he was in a world of pleasure. Bearmon tilted his hat further back and went deeper with this passion, using his hands to fondle his lower shaft and balls. Bearmon even bobbed his head finding the motion relaxing. Veemon had another orgasm. Veemon moaned, "Oh Bearmon that, you're good." Veemon sat up. Veemon grabbed Bearmon's pouch and rubbed it. Bearmon tried to hold it in as he said, "I'm your bitch. Your not suppose to work on me."
Veemon said, "Bitch is just a name. To me there aren't really any rules expect to have fun. But you're so tensed up because for so long you were the big bear. Now the others don't see you that way."
Veemon took of Bearmon pouch. Veemon said, "Now then, rub your penis against mine."
Bearmon said, "Damn that shit sounds nasty. You sure you don't want to just suck it up and be on our way."
Veemon said, "Come on, this is gonna feel good. But you got to let it out. I bet you've never had an explosive orgasm. It's because you hold it in. Now come on give it a try."
Bearmon said, "Fine."
Bearmon pressed his body against Veemon's there penises touched up against each other. Veemon said, "Now go up and down use your hips to guide you."
Veemon wrapped his arms around Bearmon to help show the motion. Bearmon came up slowly meeting close to Veemon's face the came down to his neck. He felt his penis rub right off Veemon. The pressure made it all the more harder to contain in the pleasure. Bearmon moaned, "Mmmmm."
Veemon moaned, "That's it let it all out. Now come on go faster already." Bearmon increased the speed of his motion. This feeling Bearmon was not used to but he felt some what comforted being on in this situation. Bearmon moaned, "Ohhhhh man, I've been messing out huh?"
Veemon moaned, "You got that right." Bearmon tightened his grip even more and pressed harder as he felt ready to explode. Bearmon closed his eyes and let it come all out. Bearmon never felt so relieved. Bearmon sat up and said, "I'm gonna have to apologize. Eva since you got here. I've been notin' but a jerk."
Veemon said, "I understand. There's no need to apologize though. I always feared jail. I knew if I ended up here that I would have to be as tuff as possible. When I saw you I just shut down because I knew you were such a violent person. I believe you were violent because you were scared."
Bearmon said, "You got that right. But don't be fooled I know how to fight. I knew I would end up here one day. I ended up coming here sooner than I thought."
Veemon asked, "Why are you here?"
Bearmon said, "Dude I told you I got in fights, most of them which I won. The police were just always around wheneva' I was in the streets. Cause they knew I was gonna be the one actin' up. So what about you."
Veemon said, "I can't even remember why. All I know is that most of my life was good until my mother died."
Suddenly Bearmon was frozen. A portal appeared in front of Veemon. To hooded figures came out. They took off there hoods quickly. One looked just like Bearmon but darker and the other looked kind of like Patamon but he stood on two feet.
The Bear said, "I' DarkBearmon."
The other said, "And I am Lord Patamon."
Veemon asked, "Did I meet any of you two before?"
DarkBearmon said, "Nah you trippin'."
Lord Patamon said, "You think you can get along with everyone huh?"
Veemon asked, "What do you want?"
DarkBearmon said, "We here to tell you that you can't. Angel is gonna trip you up so good. She's gonna awaken the real you. Or Scourge, or maybe even Tails. He can make people angry. Oh everyone hates Tails. Or maybe just maybe Gatomon will do it. Who's knows listen why don't we just do a little old cheat code and get you to school faster."
Veemon asked, "What's this I keep hearing about a school."
Lord Patamon said, "Oh come now. Leave that other Bear and come with us. We promise not to hurt you. As a matter a fact were on your side trying to allow you to escape."
Veemon said, "Wait, the others told me that I was someone else. Who do you think I am?"
Lord Patamon said, "Sorry but were not allowed to speak your true name or we will all vanish. You must discover who you really are on your own. But we can help by getting you ready for school."
Veemon said, "Fine I'll go to the school. But I'm not going with out Spyro, Croc, Dorumon and Bearmon."
Lord Patamon said, "Already taken care of. Just look behind you."
Veemon turned to see Bearmon was gone.
Veemon said, "I want to see if my dad is ok."
Lord Patamon said, "It is wise to speak to father. He'll upset you too. Your color will change until there back to the way your were. You will see painful flashbacks of your real past. It's already taking its effect."
Veemon looked at his skin. His arms and legs were completely white. Veemon asked, "What is happing to me?"
Lord Patamon said, "Hurry through the portal. You're lucky to have only seen four good ones. There's only one other good one. The others will not hold back. They will try to fight it right out of you. They will try to hurt your friends. Now come."
Lord Patamon exited through the portal and so did DarkBearmon. The portal remanded open. Veemon stepped inside.
Veemon saw a bright flash and he thought, ‘Wow, am I dead. This feels so strange. My body feels frozen. My fears have become my phobias. My tears have become a fountain of death. I don't know the truth anymore. I start to ask who am I. The honest truth is I don't know anymore. Please seek me, call my name see if I still answer. Hollowed dusk and shadows surround me. My phobias have become my death. I feel broken and shattered into thousands of scattered pieces. Will you help me find them? Wait what is going on? Who are you?"
A voice questioned, "Reemon?"
Veemon asked, "Who? Did I miss hear that."
The voice got louder, "Veemon."
Veemon woke up in his bed. He sat up and looked at his father Flamedramon. Veemon asked, "Did you call me another name?"
Flamedramon said, "No. Now come on it's your first day of school and we don't want you to be late."
Veemon looked at his white skin. Flamedramon said, "The doctor said your skin should return to normal soon."
Veemon asked, "Doctor."
Flamedramon said, "Wow, you really don't remember after that fight with Bearmon. It took a lot out of you."
Veemon noticed a ring on Flamedramon's finger. Veemon asked, "What's with the ring?"
Flamedramon said, "Oh come on now. I know you were knocked out but how could forget my wedding."
Veemon asked, "Wedding?"
Flamedramon said, "Yes. I married Renamon remember."
Veemon asked, "Wait what about Agumon and Palmon."
Flamedramon said, "Well if your going to keep playing the forget game to waste time I'll just rush and tell you that me and Renamon adopted him after his parents passed."
Veemon asked, "How long was it since I was last in prison?"
Flamedramon said, "It's been a year now. So much has changed. Now come upstairs grab your bags and lunch and head out already."
Veemon stood up and went up stairs and thought, ‘No way. A year has passed. I don't remember anything right after getting it on with Bearmon. This is so creepy. Maybe I have been so out of it I forgot."
Veemon grabbed his stuff as Agumon and Palmon joined him.
Veemon thought as they walked, "Am I the only one who doesn't remember, I wonder."
Veemon asked, "So Agumon, I heard about your dad."
Agumon said, "He was a jerk anyway. Don't you remember?"
Veemon said, "Well I know he was neglected you a few times but that doesn't mean you should hate him."
Agumon said, "How could you forget, he killed my mom. Your were standing right next to me when it happened."
Veemon said, "Sorry, I guess I only remember being the hospital more. I've been spacing out a lot lately. Perhaps my skin is really bothering me so much."
Agumon said, "Well it is going to return."
Veemon asked, "Oh if your memory is so good what color what it go to."
Agumon said, "Blu..."
Agumon and Palmon froze. A cloaked figure appeared. The cloaked figure said, "I believe he was about to say blue."
Veemon said, "Oh which one are you?"
The cloaked figure said, "Are you serious. I used to be your best friend. I'm going to cry. You know what I was going to take off the hood but know I'm not so sure. Well Anyway Agumon will adjust himself the right answer is red."
Veemon said, "Wait at least tell me your name."
The cloaked figure said, "its Veestitch, got it memorized."
He teleported away. Agumon said, "Well you're going to turn back red Veemon."
Veemon said, "No, I was blue before."
Agumon said, "Man the punch must had really made you forget. Maybe after we should go to the hospital."
Veemon said, "That sounds good."
Veemon, Agumon and Palmon now stood at the school. They were joined by Spyro, Croc, Dorumon and Bearmon. They all entered in at the same time.
Fin | FSE |
(F BE, lactation. M tf sexual abomination; multiple uncontrollable hyper orgasms)
Melissa is a good looking woman, with a nice personality. Most people, including one of her neighbors assume she is taken already, or just not interested in relationships- too busy out having a good time. The reality however is that she is too busy grinding her minimum wage jobs to meet people in order to form relationships. Fast food server by day, inventory duty in a local mall by night. Most of her off-time is spent eating and sleeping to recover to go back to work the next day.
Melissa did not even know how close she was to someone. She lives in a rather large apartment complex and her apartment is on an awkward little corner, so from the balcony walkway outside her apartment she can see the apartment of Garry across from her. He is always friendly and occasionally talks to her on her way to or from work, but she never realized he actually has a massive crush on her. He never says anything because he assumed she was too busy for him, or just well out of his league.
One night Mel returned home and plopped heavily into her computer chair, her feet very sore from a long day of work yet again. While her body is worn down her mind is very much still awake. She furrows her brow as her computer restarts in the middle of the startup process. When it does fully power up, a strange wave of pixilation ripples across the monitor. The computer turned itself off again and now the lights in her house dimmed for a half minute before turning off entirely.
She slowly turned in her chair. "Greaaaat. No power."
She left her apartment since she couldn't do anything without power anyway. It seems the power everywhere wasn't off, though everywhere did seem to be affected. Streetlights flickered briefly and she could hear some frustrated cries from other apartments from other people experiencing the same thing. Brownouts are generally a sign of a surge in the power grid, so the power should return to normal soon enough. Melissa wandered to some vending machines around a corner from her door that were still on. She tapped her credit card to it and got a soda while she waited for the power to correct itself.
Melissa almost fumbled the soda can when she heard something slam into the ground and the entire building trembled! She looked over just in time to see a massive cloud of upturned soil and splintered trees rise up in a plume around an impact site- far enough from the complex that the building was not harmed, but not far enough that the shower of particulate didn't rain down on the far-facing side. She walked under a roofed part of the walkway to the other side to get a closer look, but was so caught up trying to see what happened that she nearly walks into an object right in front of her! Mel gawks at it a moment in the dim illumination from nearby lights that still work, trying to figure out what she is looking at. It looks sort of like a small... box? A black box, but... it is just floating there. It isn't attached to anything, it is just floating in the air silently somehow. Melissa had no way of knowing the box is what created the impact crater. It fell from the cosmos but does not interact with reality on the same level she exists in, so while the impact was in the distance- the actual object that created it stopped here.
Melissa plucked it from the air gently- there was no resistance but if she let go of it, it also did not fall. It would remain at whatever height or angle she moved it to. It felt hard as rock but when she turns it in her hands the shape actually shifted with the angle! It was sort of like looking through a kaleidoscope. When it felt like it had been turned 360 degrees it still changed as she turned it. It exists on a higher level of existence, so her five senses are unable to fully parse what the object is. It was not just appearance either- she could feel the shifting of its shape when she moved it. It actually altered itself depending on how it was moved. Melissa briefly seen what looked like text etched on it but was unable to re-align it in a way she could see it again long enough to actually read. She started to get nervous that another object would fall from the sky and bust open her head, so she started to wander back toward her apartment. The light was on again- she could see through the window, so her power was back on now. As she continued to examine the bizarre otherworldly object, her fingers slipped inside of it from the top and a thick white goo started to ooze... UP from it! She had exposed an opening in the object and the liquid was escaping, dripping up instead of down! Her first reaction was to try and cover it with her other hand to stop it from getting out at all, but her face scrunched up at the feeling of the glue-like liquid sliding around her hand. She pulled her hand away and flicked it in disgust to get rid of the liquid only to realize it was dry again! In the time it took her to pull her hand off and flick it, the liquid absorbed into her skin, making it appear as if it were an illusion entirely and there was never a liquid in the first place. What did not seep quickly into her flesh drifted into the air, branching and spreading looking like a circuit board suspended in the air. The further it branched the thinner each stream became, till it was invisible to the naked eye. Part of the object in her hand seemed to break off, causing it to fall out of her grip, and she tried to catch it again in surprise, but it imploded on itself and seemed to blink out of existence entirely.
"Uhhhh.... wow. Maybe I should get a therapist after all."
The first thing she did was turn the PC on again and try to look up any meteor reports, or maybe satellites that were coming down in the area, but no one seemed to be talking about the impact that night. She started to feel feverish, her nose became stuffed, and she just felt dizzy and unpleasant so Mel ended up going to bed early anyway. Unaware that her ailments were caused by her immune system trying, and failing, to deal with an interloper. When she woke up her chest felt oddly sensitive and seemed to be firmer than usual- maybe even a bit larger. When Melissa went to get dressed for work and realized her bra did not close properly, she decided to call in sick. She no longer felt ill but... her breasts also should not spontaneously be larger.
Melissa spent the day having more fun than she would have thought she would ever have on a sick day- but not actually feeling particularly sick certainly helped. Her breasts did not get any better though. She found herself unconsciously touching them because they were oddly sensitive. Before lunch her nipples were standing in full attention for seemingly no reason. There was an odd feeling of being pent up inside of them, like an internal pressure that needed release. Her breasts were so taught at this point that you could bounce a coin off their surface. With a groan she pushed in on them while Mel was eating lunch to try to massage the skin to get it to relax a bit- what she caused was her stiff nipples to express fluid! The front of her loose white shirt became wet! She is lactating?! She hasn't had sex since shortly after high school, so she sure as fuck isn't pregnant. Melissa rushed to the sink and pulled up her shirt, pinning it under her chin and milked herself into the sink! Her breasts immediately softened... though, did not settle back to their old size. In fact- they got even bigger once they firmed up yet again by the middle of the afternoon and she had to milk herself a second time. She just preemptively called into both her jobs and told them she is going to need more sick days. Melissa wanted to go see a doctor but at the same time did not want to admit her only clue to her condition so far is a magical vanishing black box from space, which she has zero actual proof ever existed. Every time she milked herself though, her breasts returned to being plush but did not contract back to normal size- so with every milking she became larger! Melissa even woke several times in the night to milk herself while only half-awake. By the next morning, her breasts had gone from plump C cups to something that looked to be in the range of G or H cup. Each boob was a bit larger than her entire head, and still held pretty firm even when empty- and looked artificial once they filled, because they became unnaturally round and held themselves up further than normal breasts could achieve at that size. With every milking, she also expressed more and more fluid. She was so worried of her growing boobs that Mel failed entirely to notice the fact that it was not really milk. With increased volume it also became thicker, heavier, and slightly sticky. It looked like she was lactating cum almost... or the same fluid the cosmic egg contained.
In order to facilitate the expression of a thicker fluid- her nipples became much larger in girth and length. She started to need to milk herself more frequently, and released more fluid each time. Melissa started to feel very absentminded as well. Mel rubbed and pat the sides of her now huge breasts wondering if maybe she milked them differently somehow they would become properly emptied and settle down. For some reason she kept thinking of having someone drink from her, which made her blush- she never had a fantasy like that before now. Then again, she never had giant lactating breasts before now either. Melissa's shirt is supposed to be an oversized night shirt, but thanks to her increasing size it fit normally over her massive melons. Even her areola projected further than normal; having bloated into their own shallow hills separate from the curve of the rest of the breast. This is because human mammaries do not have a reservoir to collect milk in to store- now hers do, in the areola and base of the nipple. Normally the color of the areola and nipple darken quite a bit when lactating the regular way- hers remained a soft red-pink; unaltered, since it was not her own biology that brought this on.
Melissa slipped out at night to get some junkfood and soda from the vending machines around the corner. She often relied on them to avoid having to go shopping as often- and now it was more vital than ever since her body was sort of freaking out and she did not really want to go anywhere. Unfortunately she was so concentrated on getting there quickly and back again, she did not check her surroundings to see that Garry was outside his apartment just leaned over the edge of the walkway across from her.
"M-melissa..?"
She looked at him. "Oh, hey Ga-" She froze up a bit realizing his eyes were directly on her massive chest! Her unconscious mind had accepted the new form abnormally well, so for a brief moment she forgot she had a mutated breast size.
Even with the shirt on, her enlarged nipples tented the front at all times, pulling the fabric tight between them. Her nipples had adapted a small internal muscle structure to help eject 'milk' faster; but that means the nipples are always held erect. They can be springy or hard- but they always stand straight out regardless of which state they are in. Her face went beet red and she frantically stumbled over her words, telling him she was having a reaction to some medication and her bras did not fit. Garry assured her it is fine, and seemed genuinely concerned, asking if she was alright or needed him to get her anything, since she clearly isn't in any shape to be out shopping.
Garry also mentioned that he already noticed she had been missing. He says hello to her often or waves as she comes and goes but it never occurred to Melissa before that he actually pays attention to when she leaves and arrives. Garry looks forward to those moments, and noticed immediately when she missed a beat. Her heart continued to beat hard and fast, now instead of embarrassment- in realization that she had a male admirer in plain sight without ever noticing till now. They talked for a bit- Melissa using way more words than was necessary because she was making up stories to cover her condition literally as she spoke.
Mel paused and winced a moment, grabbing the side of her breast with one hand. She could feel a fat vein under the surface, as turgid as hard rubber with pressure. Garry immediately asked what was wrong but they both blushed as hard when she told him she needed release. Her boobs need to express. Melissa did not waste the chance to immediately ask him for help milking her, saying that she could not reach around her breasts easily to milk herself. That was a half-lie. She cannot reach around their extra-round curvature to milk herself... but also, she does not need to. Her nipples have adapted to the modified load so she could press anywhere into the surface of the breast and still explode her strange thick milk just as easily, without actually needing to touch the nipples directly. If she does not milk herself for too long after they hit capacity they will start to hurt, like a powerful cramping in her chest. Due to the milk being abnormally thick and somewhat sticky- it does not leak out on its own no matter how full she is.
She hustled back toward her apartment, now with Garry immediately behind her. He was internally praising his lucky stars that he gets a chance to be here right now. He went from just being glad to know her to her having huge lactating boobs out of the blue, and he not only gets to be with her and see them, but also milk her. Melissa was equally as pleased and also trying to suppress her joy. She had been fantasying about someone else milking her, not to mention it's been so long since she was with a guy- and now in her moment of need a good looking guy practically falls into her lap. Technically she could have lured in anyone with tits like these- but it's much better to have someone who actually already cared about her and not just her big boobs.
They once again both blushed as Garry tried to find a position to milk her in. She did not have buckets lying around and a glass is too small. She chose the bathtub because it could easily catch everything without making a mess but that means he cannot milk her from the front because she would be hosing him down. If he milked her from either side he would have to keep switching sides to make sure they are evened out, because he cannot milk both from a single side. She deduced the only way he could easily milk both at the same time is if he got behind her and wrapped his arms around. He was so glad to just get this opportunity that it did not occur to him that; that position puts his arms further back than her own- which means she would literally be able to milk herself better than him in that position which sort of defeated the purpose. It also did not take too long for her to feel his erection through his pants- because he was bent over her, which put her butt directly against his crotch. His hands against her breasts almost made her collapse from the pleasure stealing the strength out of her limbs. The release of pressure and the electric tingle of the pleasure nerves in her breasts being tickled from the powerful flow as they erupted forward into the tub. It almost looked like a garden hose blasting out white goo- though in short bursts.
Melissa stood up without warning and turned to ask him if he wanted to taste some. He was still trying to stutter out a reply as she practically thrust a tit into his face, guiding the massive nipple to his mouth. She walked forward so he would take it into his mouth and pinned him against the wall with her huge boob- having to back up a little when she realized her soft skin was pressed in so firmly that she might have blocked his breathing for a moment. She also miscalculated how far she needed to thrust her chest because yet again; milking them had made her sweater puppies still bigger. Now she moaned out loud, unable to suppress it. It felt even better now! Now his lips triggered the pleasure nerves from the outside and the flow from the inside at the same time! The breast he wasn't even latched onto started to spurt weakly because of the muscle contractions all the sharp pleasure was causing. She felt an odd pleasure and tension inside her breasts, seemingly digging deeper into her body, touching places she did not know existed. After a short while both breasts absolutely exploded with the fluid, soaking Garry and half her bathroom! It was like... her breasts had an orgasm.
Instead of trying to dry him off, she stripped him down, and the rest of the evening became a blur of frenzied sexual bliss. She pinned his hips to the wall between her massive mutated tits and tit-fucked him, though he was so aroused at that point that he shot his load almost embarrassingly fast. He also however did not go soft, so they took things to the bedroom. Melissa rode him while facing him so he could watch her gigantic breasts sloshing around. Now that they had been emptied out the boobs returned to being soft and squishy, so they bounced and jiggled with even the slightest movement. They are so large at this point that each boob is about the size of the chest it hangs from- causing the two of them to face slightly away from one another because of how they fight for room. When he came, it oddly felt like he blasted out a lot more than he did the first time. She flopped back onto the bed off his dick and as they both caught their breath- her eyebrow raised and she realized he still wasn't soft. She gently massaged his shaft while kissing and softly tugging on his balls before swallowing the shaft down, and another unusually voluminous load of cum. They both passed out soon after- still covered in sticky goo.
When they woke up neither of them had any mess on them. All of the fluids that had been on them was absorbed into their skin as they slept. Now with some of the hormonal haze removed, Mel thanked him for helping her the night before; not even bringing up the sex part. She scuttled away to cook breakfast, telling him to at least stay long enough to eat something. Garry was a bit slower to wake than her- feeling quite groggy and out of it. The moment he tried to get up he flinched from the feeling of tension in his groin! He felt very pent up- which seemed impossible given the events of the night before. He looked down and seen his balls were abnormally large and round, like something had inflated them! He shuffled to the bathroom in a hurry. His clothing that was discarded here the night before looked oddly clean too. The bathroom was already cleaned up- even though they both had only just woken up, so neither Garry nor Melissa could have cleaned it. He gently lifted his balls in the brighter bathroom lighting and felt the pressure shift and a dull but prominent pleasure build in him. Any movement around his groin seemed to trigger pleasure nerves- even around the base of his shaft or balls that was not actually part of his genitals. He had no idea what to think. Did she give him some sort of STD? It did not look sore or infected or anything, but clearly this was also not normal at all. He tried to pee but both his touch against the shaft and peeing seemed to trigger the pleasure as well and his dick became hard as he used the bathroom, forcing him to lean his hips further and further back to make sure the stream still went in the toilet. He let out a few suppressed moans and jerked his hips a bit as suddenly the stream turned white and Garry climaxed abruptly! The stream was a thick continuous pillar of goo into the toilet for two full seconds before it paused a half second and then the next stream of cum erupted- not ending till he turned the entire inside of the toilet white and it actually struggled to flush all the thick fluid down- almost clogging it. Well, his balls are still huge but now he feels fine again, so he decided to shrug it off for now.
Garry got dressed, had breakfast and decided to head back to his apartment, though told Melissa to call on him if she needed help again. Not just with her boobs- with whatever. He just lives a few apartments over, so he is always nearby. Melissa was sad to see him off again, and returned to being tremendously absentminded as she went to the computer, but then entirely forgot why. She tapped the keyboard idly then glanced at the screen and seen she had typed 'hello' into the search bar.
"Am I having a stroke? How did I just type a full word without even realizing..?"
She tried to focus, moving her hand about the keyboard, trying to remember what she originally came here to look up, and started to type random letters. Again, surprising herself because those 'random letters' were not as random as she would have thought. She unknowingly typed 'can you understand this?'.
"Can I understand this? Wha-?"
She started to type more- 'would you proffer auditory?'.
Okay, now she is starting to think she is possessed by a ghost. Melissa felt a sudden urgency to find something, but she did not know what. She stood up and wandered to the kitchen, visualizing a fork and quickly grabbing one out of the drawer. As soon as she did, her hand automatically clenched hard on it and it started to vibrate in her grip!
"Is this the greater of the communication methods? Are we poggers?"
It was a semi-masculine voice, though mostly monotonous and somewhat mechanical sounding.
"Uuuuh, who is this, where are you?"
"We are inside of you. Our voice is emanating from the tool you call a fork- your auditory receptors function through airborne vibrations, so we have chosen this as a medium."
Her eyes widened as she remembered the goo that seemed to vanish into her hand the other night! "Oh my god, you're that... goo stuff?"
"A yolk from a cosmic egg, yes."
"How do you know about human language? Are you an alien that has been researching us or something?"
"Bruh. We wish. We are how you would say... a based five-head mega-chad."
Mel cringed at his choice of words. "Please stop trying to use buzz words."
"We have scanned your social media platforms to adapt human vocabulary, but it seems we have overlooked a contextual divergence- apologies."
"Why are you here? More specifically-" She motioned over her body. "-HERE?"
"We cannot survive in your dimension outside of a host for more than a few hours. Ours is a comparatively short lifespan already- though we reproduce quickly given the right environment. We have adapted part of your body to be that host environment. We are here to explore- to understand."
"What is your name?"
"We have no need of a name. We are the only being of intelligence in our own plane of reality, thereby eliminating any need to differentiate. We are many but we act as one. Each individual acts as but a single brain cell- but we are all linked via telepathy to form a greater mind- a mind that is both figuratively and literally vast."
The white goo she has been ejecting is more of these aliens- they are the same size as a sperm cell! They move and think together as if they were all a single entity- which means the primary colony these came from is larger than the solar system. But in their plane of reality, they can exist on their own... they cannot do that here. That is why it broke into this world via the geometric egg; it needed to find a vessel to survive in, because our environment would otherwise be too harsh for them to live a full life- granted their full life is still only about five days. But also an individual dying to them is the equivalent of a single skin cell dying to a human- unnoticeable as long as the overall number maintains itself. They have been struggling to communicate with her because she is the first multicellular creature they have encountered and she isn't telepathic like they are- so their default communication method doesn't work with her. They are working on enabling her to hear telepathic projections- but it will be a bit before they build the means to do so while inside her body. They need her to reproduce, and they need greater numbers on this side of reality if they are to be able to properly interact with this world at all.
"B-but I am huge! I cannot go to work like this!"
"Your motor functions are unhindered."
"I wouldn't say unhindered- these things are heavy. Besides that though; people will notice when I show up to work with tits bigger than watermelons all of a sudden. Humans deject those who are abnormal- the more unusual, the harder they are rejected."
The aliens were silent a moment, calculating a solution. "Find a job in which no one recognizes you, and thus cannot interpret the difference. Also, if we are allowed to spread to more people, we can eliminate any problems you encounter ourselves."
"W-what do you mean by that?"
"If someone rejecting you poses a problem, you can spread us to their body and we can simply force them to comply. If you need them to give you currency to buy sustenance, we can simply make them give it to you. Or spread us to the harvester of such sustenance and we can convince them to give it to you without the need of further exchange."
Well... that sounded scary. "Uhh, I would rather just find a job that works. But that is easier said than done."
"You could be a stripper- with your assets you would make a fortune in tips."
"...how do you already know about strippers?!"
"We already told you- we used social media to learn much of your species. The internet is evidently, primarily pornography. Some of which on fictional beings and scenarios that are physically impossible... which is... odd."
Melissa had a lot to think about, and the aliens did not seem to mind letting her think- but they did have to have a discussion on her body's limits. Melissa can only hold so much and they cannot make her too much bigger than this at risk of disabling her- and if she cannot move; neither can they. They need to spread to other humans and as their only means of safe travel at the moment- that means Melissa has to be their ambassador. For the time being they studied her body's actions and reactions to better learn how to manipulate it without harming it. They need her to act as a host, so the Outsiders cannot risk any harm to her. They unfortunately already wiped out her immune system and white blood cells which attacked them. Fortunately they are so small that the Outsiders can very easily replace those functions on their own. Melissa had to fight the urge to milk herself, and because her huge breasts are so full; even pressing on them too firmly will cause the goo to spray out. The Outsiders signal to her that it is okay to vent every now and then- allowing their elder cells to escape to the outside on the off-chance they can establish a remote connection. They can reproduce so quickly on their own that it isn't that big of a deal to lose a good portion every now and then. Melissa also found she did not need to eat anymore... at least, not traditionally. Anything she touched could be dissolved seemingly into nothing- the Outsiders are so small they can dismantle and re-assemble atoms to build compatible food for her out of literally anything. She can drink a can of soda and then have them re-configure the empty can into a muffin.
She took up their suggestion on trying to get a job as a stripper. The bar owner clearly was not impressed with her dancing skill- but begrudgingly still hired on the merit of her gigantic tits. The owner would train her to dance- the assets would bring in an audience, skills or no. Melissa was so nervous about getting that job and figuring out what she does from here that it did not even occur to her that Garry drank her 'milk'. She isn't the Outsiders' only host now; she already recruited another before she even knew what she was doing.
Garry found himself horny and pent up again only two hours after leaving Melissa's house. His balls were also slightly larger looking again. Normally this would be cause for worry, but he found himself completely blind to that. The Outsiders disabled his worry instinct in this regard. They need their hosts to survive in this world so naturally they try to be as accommodating as possible so they can remain as guests- so having their host stressed wouldn't do at all. He chalked being horny up to the still fresh memories of last night. His crush suddenly grew huge boobs, got him to milk her, and then had sex with him without so much as a single date. With those delicious memories in mind he masturbated and blew an abnormally massive load. Every bit of it he got on himself absorbed back into his skin before he could even attempt to clean it up- just leaving the portion that landed elsewhere to actually have to clean.
His own nipples started to turn a lighter red-pink and the few hairs around them immediately fell out. The nipples and areola puffed up and became always erect, but that went unnoticed. It was not till he had grown lil A cup hills only a few hours later that he noticed; and was immediately embarrassed. Did he have some hormonal shift for some reason? They disabled his ability to worry about it, but not his ability to be confused, or embarrassed.
Even after he still felt oddly horny. He was experiencing phantom pleasure- pulses of pleasure from within for seemingly no reason that seemed to urge his penis back toward another erection. He did not realize the pleasure pulses were originating from his prostate which the Outsiders were greatly expanding. Like sperm; they are so minuscule that in order to get around they generally use a body of liquid that they can use to share momentum between their individual bodies. That means; any part of the body that is able to make or discharge liquid is useful to them. Some entered the bloodstream to monitor and maintain the overall health of the host- most swarmed to the prostate. They are only now discovering the sexual dimorphism of human bodies and it seems the male genitalia is considerably better a host for them. In breasts there is no real space dedicated to storage after production- they had to make a space and greatly increase the size of the breasts to make it work at all. The urethra is also an easier exit to use that a nipple- a nipple is sort of like a sponge; made up of hundreds of pours for fluid to escape from where the penis has one massive cannon-like passage to blast it out.
They had already started to give him breasts though- not realizing he already had something better. He is the first male human they had ever encountered after all. Rather than undo their work, they just decided to go with both. And so his A cups became B cups. Now there was no mistaking the gentle tear-shaped slopes on his chest. At mere A cups he could have passed it off as just some pudge(even though he has an athletic build), but at B cups; they are definitely breasts, no one was going to mistake them as anything else. Garry found his hand wandering to his crotch with one hand and chest with the other. He would be doing something and idly touch either, then the soft smooth skin and oversensitive pleasure nerves within would urge him to touch more. Every time he masturbated, he burst with a little bit more fluid than the time before, and his balls veeerry subtly grew larger. His little tits started to look puffy and his touch there also caused them to swell bigger. Soon he was sporting C cups. Now they had a nice round curve to them and the collection of weight on their extra rounded bottoms caused them to jiggle this way and that- further distracting him from anything other than his body.
He did not know what to make of the presence of breasts. On one hand his junk was a bit bigger and over producing, which was weird but very fun so definitely a welcome change. Boobs though? He loved to look at them, he loved even more to play with them- and he admittedly also loved how they feel to be squished. But he wasn't fond of the idea that they were attached to his body. That did not at all stop him from playing with them, a LOT. Commercial break while watching TV? Grab some titties. Waiting for a page to load? Play your boobs like bongos while you wait. Waiting in queue for a match in a game? Boob squish time. Every time he was anywhere near the bathroom or his bedroom he would stop in front of the mirror and give himself a little show shaking those boobs around. By the end of the day they swelled still bigger into D cups- which makes him slightly bigger than even Melissa was before her mutations kicked in. At that point his areola started to billow forward, gaining the storage capacity they already modded Mel with. Unable to worry about it- when he grabbed them later that night and they erupted with milk, all he could do is chuckle at the absurdity of the continually stranger situation, and just revel in the good feelings.
Normally he would only masturbate maybe once a week... he had gone off seven times in this one day. Normally that would not even be possible without hurting himself- his shaft would chafe or his prostate and balls would start to ache from overuse. But there was no feeling of wear at all- every time he masturbated it felt like it had been over a week since doing it last, and every time he ejaculated a bit more cum than the last time. That also means that his orgasms lasted a bit longer every time. Not only were all his naughty bits extra sensitive and ready to go- but now thanks to him owning his OWN boobs; every time he moves he is reminded of them, and every time he looks at them he gets aroused. The rest of his body was still a fit male but the breasts were very feminine. Even trying to just check on his junk to see if his balls have enlarged again- he cannot see them without looking through the valley of cleavage on his chest. There is a two foot blind-spot from his feet forward that he cannot see on the ground thanks to his breasts. He can only imagine how awkward it must be for Melissa to move around with her mountainous behemoth boobs- they occupy so much of her vision she can only see straight forward. She probably can't even see the ground- at all. After the seventh time masturbating that day he simply passed out the moment he flopped back on his bed.
When Garry woke up, he sat up quickly at the pleasant surprise that Melissa was naked in bed with him! His second surprise was the pent-up sensation in his crotch again as he looked down to see his dick was slightly longer and a LOT thicker than before! His balls were each the size of a softball each which is well above normal for a human. The veins on his shaft were bulging huge too- not particularly tight but very fat.
"Nice package there, big guy~"
"Ah... hah ah... yea. It... isn't usually this big. Hey, how did you grow so big suddenly again? It isn't... contagious, is it?"
"Mmmm, well that is what I came here to talk about actually. It IS contagious."
"Wha-"
"BUT it doesn't hurt you. I didn't want to tell anyone about it because it sounds insane- but since you have it now maybe you'll believe. This is the result of an alien come to our world to explore."
She gave a rather detailed explanation of what has really been happening to her, and the arrival of the Outsiders. Garry listened to her intently trying to wrap his head around it- but in spite of looking at her the entire time he never once noticed that the bed didn't sink in at all where she is sitting.
"-and so that is what is going on. If you think about it- it is a golden opportunity. They are so small and so numerous that they can offer you any changes you want. But... another confession? We did not want to scare you so we took a form that you would recognize..."
"W-uh, you're not really Melissa?"
She placed a hand on his and her hand phased through it like she was a ghost. "There is no one in the room with you right now. We are the Outsiders- we are manipulating your optical nerves to create the illusion of her being with you right now. She is back in her apartment, sleeping at the moment."
Okay, so they hijacked his body to use as an incubator. Not something he ever wanted to happen... but it is true that this is a bit of an opportunity. They can reshape his body into anything by re-arranging his cells and genome. They are the same size as a sperm- the body of which would be 5 micrometers- half the size of a regular cell. Garry had a hard time thinking of the bigger picture at the moment; both from having just woken up but also his junk was overflowing again. He paused a moment in thought- ejaculating and then cleaning up the mess... isn't that killing aliens now? They reassured him, if they needed him to never release they would have modified him with that in mind. It is true those outside of the body are on a limited timer- they DO need to explore beyond in order to learn of the world, so sacrifices must be made. His ejaculations and Melissa's milk eruptions release their explorers, and their maiden voyage teams are building a microscopic network in the area to extend the reach of their telepathy on this side of reality, so that future units that are expelled can venture further.
The only thing he could think to ask for the time being was to make him more feminine. He loved the view of his boobs, but every time he looked at the rest of his body in contrast it had the opposite effect. The other thing Garry thought of is if they change his facial structure to be more female; if someone does discover him in this unfortunate condition, they will not recognize him- so if/when he turns back, no one will know that had been Garry. They left his muscle structure the same, but caused his skin to become softer, caused his body hair to recede, removed a set of ribs, and softened his facial features and made his jaw much less pronounced. His hair remained the same but grew to nearly four times its length. Now Garry felt even better about his form. Now it was almost like he was borrowing someone else's body, instead of deforming his actual body.
Garry masturbated again, this time erupting like a fountain! His bigger balls are certainly not just for show. When he climaxes, his breasts firm up which causes some milk to automatically express as well- the Outsiders are working hard to engineer the ability for his breasts to orgasm. Once developed; they can run this change back to Melissa to enjoy. The only thing he can think of at the moment that he would want is more of those long, amazing orgasms. And in this- his wants aligned perfectly with the Outsiders. Their reproduction causes him pleasure, so they work in perfect symbiosis. His taint swelled up large and then forward into his urethra. Pressing in on the opening lightly caused it to pop open wide enough that he could almost slide a finger into his dick! The thickness increase put it at the girth of a beer can- so it was actually too thick for him to fully wrap his hand around the shaft. There is a very slight gap between his fingers and thumb.
He felt pressure in his balls and even further within- lakes of cum wanting to get out, but Garry just lay on the bed for now- having already masturbated several times. Each testicle now the size of an ostrich egg. When he lays back like he is now, the balls roll back and forth in the thick, loose skin of the scrotum- like a horse pacing on the spot, raring to go.
"You do not desire more pleasure, Garry? The next load is ready- you are an excellent breeder- a 'stud' as they say." Even after revealing their identity- the Outsiders still spoke using Melissa's voice in his head, knowing he enjoyed the sound.
"Heh... well it would be great but... my arms are tired, heh." He blushed. "I uh, don't suppose you can just get me off yourself?"
"We cannot- yet. We are looking into it, but it requires outside stimulus we are still trying to deduce. This is our first time interacting with a multi-cellular entity so we have much to learn. Our prime mind in the other plane is all-encompassing- and thus we learn very, very efficiently. We do not expect this to take long."
Garry groaned as suddenly his left arm pulled tight almost as if it were cramping, but there was no pain. The muscles bulged and tightened back and forth in pulses, and his entire arm started to get more muscular! His upper arm especially bloated massive, the veins bulging under the surface pinched between the taught skin and the huge, bulbous muscle below. Then as sudden as it started the tension left him, and Garry had a single arm like a weightlifter! Well... he could certainly masturbate easily with this, but he was terribly lopsided. He shrugged- he did not need to go anywhere right now so it was a problem for 'tomorrow's Garry'.
His orgasms kept getting better and better, and on his request they manipulated his eyes to create the illusion of Melissa being in the room with him again, naked with her mega sized chest. Thanks to her new job as a stripper; the Outsider's also already knew dance moves to have the false-Melissa preform. He came more each time, causing the orgasm to last longer. Each time Garry also peaked for longer- the sharp electrical pleasure that triggers the orgasm itself seemed to drag out; so he felt like he was already at climax for several seconds before it actually hit. His nerves were also more sensitive, causing his pleasure to build from a higher baseline. His taint and urethra swelled very wide, allowing him to sound himself with a finger easily- it also made each rope of cum he blasted out get thicker and thicker. It was like a stuttered stream from a garden hose! You know you are ejaculating a lot when each rope makes a wet slapping sound as it falls from the weight of the fluid. On top of that, every time he blasted out another orgasm the jets became stronger. The streams flew further from his body, splashing further across the room or higher up a nearby wall. And he never had to worry about the mess, because the fluid is sentient- it cleans itself up. He actually deliberately started to coat things with his massive orgasms, making a sort of game out of seeing how much of his apartment he could paint in cum before it cleaned itself up. His breasts also fully adapted to be able to orgasm with his cock! It felt like their outsides became tight and pull inward, while the milky load within erupts out through the middle. Between the tightened tissue around the stream and the force of the stream itself, his nipples filled with electric pleasure at the flow through them. Unlike his cock though, it did not fire the fluid like a hose- it was sort of like a sprinkler. His breasts also swelled larger, a bit larger than a watermelon- but still not as big as Melissa's current size. Though both his cum and milk were technically both the Outsiders- the consistency is still a bit off from the two sources simply because of how it's made.
He never thought it was weird how loud he could be with his moans without his neighbors mentioning anything. Melissa used the vending machine a lot after all- and occasionally her capacity spiked as she was looking at the machine and she unintentionally squirted several streams onto it. Then the Outsiders were inside of everything in the vending machine- and thus inside everyone in the apartment complex. They will not disturb Garry because they are all under the same influence. Melissa was nervous for her first night on the job in her new body, so the Outsiders also caused her butt to swell out into a perfect bubble butt shape and then her thighs wobbled on their own in sudden growth. She grabbed onto them with a moan as her fingers sunk deeper into the plush flesh as they became big and meaty. Her lips then also swelled up, becoming ruby red without the use of lipstick, and very plush. They can reshape her body as many times as needed, so... technically this was like putting on makeup. She can just tell the Outsiders to wipe the changes to revert back when she is done. Though... she really liked the meaty thighs; becoming fond of the change for her own reasons.
To say the least- she was very popular that night. Sure, her dancing skills needed a lot of work, but the audience was fully captivated regardless and thrusting fist-fulls of money at her as she bowed forward thrusting her chest out. When one customer grabbed her enormous nipple and was awarded with a shower of milk- the security guards in the place actually had to step in because the men were borderline fighting each other to get to her milk shower. They quietened down considerably once they had been touched by her milk though. Becoming unusually quiet and many shuffled to the bathroom, feeling suddenly quite pent up and their balls swelling up with fullness. Even more customers piled in, in their place quickly enough. Melissa was quite aroused herself, which helped her warm up to the new job. All the customers she interacted with; she could see the bulge in their pants grow as the night went on. Their dicks painfully erect, stretching longer and throbbing harder, their balls bloating up huge with more and more cum demanding to be let out. If any of them had girlfriends to return home to- they would be awarded with growing oversensitive tits as soon as their boyfriends get in them. Over the course of a few days, the bar had an entire team of freakishly well-endowed women... because it did not take long in the dressing room for the other dancers to unintentionally discover Melissa's secret to success.
Melissa returned home from another night of work. Poll dancing was not easy- but fortunately for her, the men were so wild over her chest that she could do literally anything on stage and still make just as much money. She stopped by the corner store on the way home and picked up an absolute ton of random groceries and walked back out without having to actually pay. The store owner already accidentally got squirted from her overflowing boobs and fully understood the situation, so did not charge her. She plopped down on the first floor of the complex and just pulled out her phone for a bit. While she checked random things on the internet, the groceries around her unwrapped themselves and started to dissolve into the air only to re-materialize as various pre-cooked meals. These were the dinner orders of the other tenants of the complex. As the only one who is still normal enough to be mobile- Melissa acts as the errand girl. She introduces new people to the Outsiders, and brings back needed supplies.
Once the food is done she plucks it up and makes the rounds to all the other apartments. One person was almost unrecognizable now- a huge belly that is semi-translucent so you can see all the Outsiders in him, and his limbs had grown to the apartment itself and spread around its entirety, allowing him to reach and manipulate all his belongings at the same time. He had a cell phone, tablet, computer, and TV around him at all times- operating all of them at once thanks to his mutations. There was a 70 year old woman who now looked like she was 20 again, sporting five breasts the size of a small beach ball each and a giant clit that looks like a neon pink baseball bat, prodding the underside of her boob cluster. A man with a dick as thick as a fire hydrant and twice as long- accompanied by two more that were formerly his legs! One man inflated like a balloon- his entire body slowly inflating with more goo as everything is modified to store more of it. By now he is starting to look like a marshmallow man, and Melissa worries he might not show enough restraint at this point to prevent himself from simply bursting like a water balloon... though she supposed the Outsiders are smart enough to calculate his bursting point and prevent it. He does not even have any bones anymore- because his body has inflated so large that they would be dislocated anyway. He moves about thanks to shifting liquid pressure along, and the tension of his skin containing it. Every movement he makes there is a loud, muffled sloshing sound from the amount of Outsiders in him, and he is ballooned so big that he has to crouch to move around because he is taller than the roof. It is like someone stuffed a parade balloon into someone's apartment.
The most disturbing transformation is the one everyone called the Engineer now. He was a teen that loved the idea of aliens in the first place and jumped at the opportunity to be at the forefront of the operations here. So the back of his skull swelled up gigantically, becoming semi-soft but absolutely massive, swollen with the Outsiders directly interacting with his brain. His iris turned grey and he always had a vacant look because they see things on a different level of reality now. There is three fleshy tubes running from the back of his head, arching back into his torso at different levels- these contain his nervous system, removed from his spine. The bones of his spine tightened and became strictly structural for the body. Each testicle was the size of a beanbag chair and he usually had his laptop set up on one ball, and had Melissa put his dinner on the other- using the huge balls in the large scrotum as a table. His scrotum is loose, so it forms a canopy between the lazy balls. His hands and forearms were gone entirely- his fingers gained extra joints and now hinged directly to what used to be his elbow, making his digits extremely long and able to move around freely from one another like separate limbs.
Melissa shivered at the thought of some of their forms as she slowly made her way back to her own apartment. "So this is your goal, huh?"
"Yes, and no. Melissa- are humans self-destructive?"
"Uh..." That caught her off-guard. "Some can be, yea. Why?"
"Most of those inhabited so far request things based entirely on sexual stimulus and nothing else. If we did not maintain their physical health, we are unsure if they would survive. While they still serve our purpose, we worry for the life they so blatantly disregard."
"Well... humans are pretty sexually driven creatures. We don't really have a breeding season or anything like that, so we just go at it whenever. And the changes you induce create pleasure which causes them to get horny..."
"And when they are aroused their mating instinct takes charge- and gene preservation takes priority due to it being required to perpetuate the species as a whole. Hmm. That is a problem. We are unintentionally perpetuating a terminal 'breeding season'."
"Well. Yea... it is a bit disturbing to me too but... it feels good? They are happy, and YOU keep them alive. So as long as you don't try to take over the world..." There was a pregnant pause. "... were you trying to take over the world?"
"In our plane of existence we stretch beyond what you call a solar system... to build that sort of network on this side of reality we would need a lot of time- the more people who pitch in, the less time is required. So, yes, we had originally planned to recruit the entire populace of your planet. There are no life sign readings from other worlds other than the airborne creatures in Jupiter's eternal storms, but they are currently well outside of our range."
"Wait, there are aliens on Ju- well, wait, besides that. You can't take everyone or you will erase humanity!"
"We understand that now. We will have to recalculate our projections and simply account for much more time. We did not come here with the intentions of disrupting; we cannot properly learn, if we ourselves have tainted the results."
No one welcomed Melissa's deliveries more than Garry, who is still embarrassed to show his body at the door, even knowing everyone was having similar mutations. His own changes increased as he became better at making more cum, and more and more pleasure. One night he was in the middle of an orgasm, but the pleasure kept pushing even after it seemingly ended! He groaned from the strain of being at his peak for so long and his balls pulsed hard. Squeezed against his torso from tension with empty scrotum bunched up under them- his balls swelled rapidly but the new growth also caused a divot to form in them! Between the new growth pushing in two different directions, and being squeezed against his pelvis the balls split into four ostrich egg sized balls! His orgasm suddenly resumed as a new eruption of cum came from the new balls! Now when they squirm in the scrotum they gently rub against each other, because none of the four contract at the exact same time.
With every orgasm, his refractory period shrank; he was able to go again sooner. His cum started to become even thicker and a bit stickier, because it was more condensed now, so whatever it hit became absolutely painted. He accidentally hit himself in the face with a blast as he was bucking his hips so hard, and actually managed to block his own breathing for a few seconds till he wiped it off his face. His stomach started to round out a bit- though from lower down, not the middle. It was not his stomach itself that was enlarging- the bulge is actually from his prostate which is now abhorrently giant, and shoving his other organs out of the way. That means if he pushed in on his belly below the belly button he would actually cause his pleasure to spike- because he would be remotely pressing on his prostate from the FRONT of his body. His balls also slowly grew- their growth never stopping but also going slow enough that you could not visibly tell they were growing without comparing them to something else. As if being stretched by the force of the hot cum streams; his penis stretched longer with every orgasm as well. The shaft almost aching from how hard it became while growing bigger. The new length seemed to stretch from the base, and that caused it to become progressively thicker toward the bottom. His glans were stretched horizontally from the girth of the shaft- not having grown with the rest. It did not take long for the tip of his penis to brush the round curve of the bottom of his breasts. Then it penetrated the cleavage with its new length, allowing him to titfuck himself!
The Outsiders had not foreseen the consequences of essentially deleting Garry's ability to worry when they first arrived. They ask of him repeatedly if he is okay with the changes, and if he is sure he really wants more pleasure... but when you cannot worry about the consequences... who would deny more pleasure? Ever? The veins in his cock became as thick as a shot glass at the base! They started to bulge out on his crotch as well, and then creeped up his stomach a bit. There is so many fat veins visible on the surface of his shaft that there is more veins visible than actual naked shaft. His gut continued to balloon out as the prostate inside became more and more engorged! His tail bone started to stretch out and muscle swelled and branched from his lower back, stuffing itself into a meaty tail as it grew bigger and longer quickly. Because his genitals were becoming so large he was being dragged forward- putting him off-balance all of the time. Over the course of a single day he grew a tail as tall as he is, and its weight pulls his center of gravity back to where it should be. His tail also unconsciously feels around and gently wraps around objects it approaches- so if he trips his tail will instinctively grab onto whatever was closest to stop his fall. That is why the Outsiders gave him a tail anyway. What Garry used it for? He could get a good foot and a half of that thing stuffed up his butt, wedged against his giant mutated prostate! The tail is hairless and perfectly smooth with a tapered end- easy to fit into tight spaces.
Using illusions of Melissa when the real Mel was not present and whispering encouragement to him as he worked himself up, the Outsiders made sure Garry was as comfortable and pleased as possible. The time he spent on other things and daily life continued to shrink though. Even aside from contributing to the Outsider's efforts; Garry wanted more pleasure. He had the opportunity to have the best orgasms ever, whenever he wanted. He could just keep asking for more without any limit. That isn't an opportunity most have, so how could be possibly say no? And in changing to have better orgasms; his body became more sexually charged which made it hard to not get horny again, and slip back into working into the next climax. He was quickly become addicted, and that addiction was growing into obsession.
His balls swelled to the size of a soccer ball each and his dick stretched longer and longer, getting thicker at the bottom while remaining the same at the top. The base is so thick now that it has taken on a vaguely triangular shape to it- the urethral bulge on the bottom connects to his taint under his scrotum- both the urethra and taint as big around as his arm. Then the two cylinders that made up the 'blood-sponge' that makes the bulk of the shaft create the other two 'corners' of the triangular base of his cock. The two top portions actually overlap his thighs slightly because of how wide it is. His cock became as long as his torso, and then even longer than that. As it grew its movements in orgasm became more wild- thrashing about as the cum erupted up its massive length and splattered across the roof and walls. The longer the shaft is, the more pleasure nerves the flow tickles along the way. The longer it grew the more complex the muscles inside became- and Garry soon realized it has become prehensile; he can move it around the same as his tail. It just didn't move nearly as well as his tail because it's filled with blood pressure all the time.
The eternal blood pressure within was another side effect of his progressively growing pleasure. His refractory period shrank with each orgasm, but eventually it just did not exist at all. When one set of balls emptied the other was ready, and by the time he got off that pair; the first was recharged, so there is no refractory period. But it did not stop there. His body just kept thirsting for more pleasure. As much as the Outsiders puzzled over this and fret over giving it to him- they needed to appease the host, and so more pleasure was given. Melissa worried over him too, and started to stay at his apartment instead of her own. Now that everyone was under the influence of the Outsiders the entire complex became like one big shared apartment; everyone having been unintentionally made into a strange sort of family. Garry put off eating to 'finish' masturbating sometimes, and then would sometimes need a second go, putting it off longer. Eventually they decided it would be better to just have Melissa eat his portion, and then she cradled his head and fed him from her giant engorged breasts- transferring the nutrients to him that way to bypass his procrastinating. Her enlarged thighs made a great pillow for him to rest his head between while she rest her huge boobs on his face for him to suck from. Garry certainly did not mind. More time to masturbate and feel more extreme orgasms, while also being fed by the giant tits of his crush? Hell yea.
Garry's refractory period continued to shrink even beyond non-existence. Not only COULD he cum whenever, his penis was actively erect more frequently, and more frequently... and soon it was always at least at a half-chub. And then it was always erect. Even immediately after blasting his disturbingly gigantic load, it was still hard. It was incapable of going soft anymore. But it still did not stop. Soon he started to feel pent up if he did not orgasm every few hours. And then fewer hours. And then every hour. And then he was always masturbating- working toward the next orgasm immediately after the last. He had another stunted orgasm that trailed beyond his load- this time his four balls seemed to adhere to one another. They swelled like before at a rapid rate and then in a sudden jerk they shoved apart again- now a third pair of testicles added to the mix! Half of either new testicle was born from the existing pairs. The load of cum then immediately resumed, now powered off the third set.
Melissa tried to talk him down, to make him settle down but Garry loved the feeling; he wanted more. Having her tell him to stop or slow down created inner turmoil and seemed to stress him- because he could not will himself to stop. So rather than get him to stop, she was just making him feel bad about it, so she quickly silenced herself. There was clearly no course-correction at this point. She gently encouraged him, whispering things like how big he is and how much of a stud he is. It is hot. Disturbing, but also hot. She tasted his cum more than a few times- her boobs are technically filled with almost the exact same thing anyway. Almost every other time, he was tasting his own. He could throat-fuck himself and had done so, so frequently now that he was sort of addicted to his own taste. When he finally went to sleep Melissa used his gigantic shaft like a body pillow since it never deflated or retracted at all.
Garry's left arm became even larger- now not just with muscle but actual size. The huge bulging muscle spread across his back and partially onto his chest now too, to better support the lopsided limb. This giant arm meant he had a very strong and very huge hand- better to cover more of his shaft with while he masturbated. The head was always down his throat now. Being prehensile- the first thing he tried with his mobile phallus was stuff it down his own throat. He did not need to bend his neck or body at all, the cock came to him and thrust itself using its own muscles entirely so his body did not even need to move. It is extremely long and large though- only a fifth could fit down his throat at best. His massive hand covered more, and then Melissa helped massage more throbbing taught mass. His still normal feminine arm squeezed his breasts, which had started to grow again too- though were very lopsided. If his left breast became too large it would start to interrupt his giant arm, so it only grew to a wobbly G cup. The right breast however grew to the size of a large beach ball! He was never actually using his legs anymore so they started to devolve. The bones softened away to nothing and the muscle and flesh started to balloon out. They became more and more round and then the skin and muscle layer divided! The muscles transformed into testicles- the flesh ballooned out into scrotum! He now has one scrotum that contains six balls the size of soccer balls, and then a scrotum on either side of it that contains one beach ball sized testicle each!
For the rare times he actually does wish to move, his tail grew still larger and still thicker at the base- allowing him to slither around on it when he wasn't using it for self-insertion. The base became wide enough that it occupied the underside of his hips in place of the legs that no longer existed... well, as legs. This also pushed his anus forward so the opening is actually on the base of his tail, facing forward. He pulled his phallus from his throat suddenly during one session, trailing a thick strand of saliva and precum as his cock started to mutate even more. The glans started to balloon larger now- his foreskin also grew huge but remained fully pulled back, making it look almost like a drawn back hood because of how much soft flesh pooled there. The head became massive, but even more than that- the corona flared wide. Each of the tiny almost unnoticeable bumps along the ridge started to swell and stretch with blood pressure, turning an angry shade of purple. The bumps reduced in number but grew vastly in size, turning into very long but narrow barbs! The head of his penis almost looked like some sort of exotic mushroom cap! The urethra is so wide the slit opening is always lazily open, always drooling pre. Occasionally it burps up a large gob of precum while always dripping it lazily at some level. But even that increased. Soon it was always spurting erratically, and occasionally would jet it out hard enough that it almost seemed like a mini orgasm. His actual orgasms were never more than forty minutes apart. The Outsiders whispered encouragement to him, urging him to cum everything he could all at once each time while Melissa did the same. The Outsiders projected more images of Melissa into his vision- giving him an entire team of his favorite girl crawling on him seductively- even though in reality only one was real.
Melissa seen his cock arching toward his mouth again but rather than thrust in, the muscles below the surface seemed to squirm. His shaft was deforming a bit, shuffling around. More than that- she could hear the subtle sound of stretching tissue as it engorged still bigger. Two bulges started to travel up from his crotch, digging up his torso, and even the base of his tail started to bulge with muscle, threatening to grow. His body was stretched thin around these new mutations designed only for pleasure, and it seems it's at its limit- ready to snap. Everything that is not dedicated to cumming is threatening to fall away, like a dam breaking in front of an unrelenting white tide.
"H-hey... uh... maybe you've had enough? I know you want this but, it is good already, yea?" She had little faith he would listen, but it was worth one last shot.
"Yes... b-but... more... just a little more... " He groaned long and loud as the sound of stretching tissue rang out from his shaft again, even more assertively. "So much... but... a little more, just... a bit...MORE."
His shaft suddenly surged horizontally, then the bubble of growth erupted both up and down his shaft and the muscles inside seemed to reject one another. His shaft stretched a bit longer but was becoming very strange looking from the shaft deforming wildly. All of his balls- including the ones that used to be his legs- started to swell even larger! Garry's upper back started to swell out, but not with muscle. It almost looked like a giant boob was forming but no nipple developed. It was like a camel hump, though bigger and softer- a jiggly sphere of flesh filled with more Outsiders. Every time a change paused or stopped, it was an unspoken question of whether or not he wanted to go further, but the answer was always yes. So now he was going all the way- turning into a cum factory. A living orgasm. His tail surged in length and then with a wet sticking sound; split into three tails! His gigantic cock started to blast out another long orgasm but the stream also split into three! The three tails reached around to grab the end of his cock and like someone peeling a banana- pulled the shaft into three as well! The urethra split in the middle, giving him three glans shaped like soft-cornered triangles! The urethra of each pressed together and the three triangles could be pushed back together in the middle to form a single round glans again. Only the outer-facing side of each of the three heads retained the barbs, so they did not get tangled together.
Garry moaned for more, beyond all logic. He shoved one tail into his butt, one cock in his mouth and grabbed the other two cocks with his other two tails! His spine started to make dull, hollow pops and stretch longer. Pink spots formed on his torso and very quickly developed into nipples, then the coloration spread to form areola, then they pushed up as two more breasts formed below his existing two! The G cup breast started to inflate now to match the monstrous beach ball sized one- you can see the thick veins toward their base, where the flesh is soft enough to reveal the fat milk veins to the surface. Each of his four nipples nearly as big as a tiny penis itself. The bulges travelling up his body that Melissa seen before seemed to vanish as they dug around the bulging mass around them, but were visible again on his shoulders now and bulged massively out the sides of his neck! His torso stretched longer- the bones of his spine popped apart from the stretching but his body still held erect from fluid pressure. His hair rapidly started to fall out and his head started to swell; though just the portion the hair had covered, not the rest. His entire body- every part of it- started to grow now and Melissa quickly darted back to the doorway to avoid being crushed! The sounds of stretching tissue and deep *glorp* sounds of liquid like a bubble in a watercooler filled the room as he grew. His moaning almost an inhuman sounding droning in the background now. She backed up further as he quickly started to outgrow things. His balls pressed into the bedroom wall and started to bend it outward, bulging out of the doorway, and eventually rupturing it! The doorframe broke first causing his balls to lurch forward, which hit the surrounding walls with enough sudden pressure to explode it out completely. His balls all came sloshing into the living room area and his growing torso flopped mostly straight- his head was still propped up against the opposite bedroom wall. The giant boob-like mound on his back wedged between floor and wall and actually provided padding to prop himself up with, like a mobile beanbag chair.
Melissa gasped as she realized what was happening to his head. The part that swelled out looked like the glans of a giant penis! The tubes on the side of his neck running up his body from his crotch converged together on the back of his head as a giant urethra! He basically grew another dick- but the shaft of it is his entire body! His face still remained as normal just below the glans where the frenulum would be. When he cums, you can see the split urethra bulge up the length of his body before his head-glans swell up and erupt. To him, it sort of feels like two huge dicks on either side of his neck throbbing. His tri-cock continued to grow, so large his tails could only masturbate the bases of them. They randomly drift around the room spraying everything down. His four breasts became nearly as big as Melissa's entire body- each. Unable to fit on his chest- obviously- they flop to his sides and rest on the remnants of the bedroom while he paws at their sides with his hands. Even just the nipples flopping off the ends of the breasts are as thick as a pint glass!
And still his pleasure grew- ushered ever onward by his growing needs. His absolute obsession to drown in endless orgasm; a ceaseless tide of hot, thick, white goo. His dicks spurt pre constantly like a broken faucet, stopping only for the powerful jets of actual cum. And even then the gap between the two narrowed. More cum, less pre- always shooting. Shooting harder, and greater volume. Then it was always cum, either a dribble, a lazy stream or the hard powerful jets of actual orgasm. But still the gap narrowed. More jets, more orgasms. And then the gaps closed entirely. He was always in orgasm, always cumming. Long, jets of cum then a brief moment of weakness between contraction and then right back to it. His prehensile dicks lost mobility simply because the pressure of the cum streams erupting through them prevented them from bending. His breasts lifted themselves from internal pressure, bloating round and taught and the massive nipples erupted a steady arching stream of fluid; the lactation about as thick as normal cum, while the cum from his actual penises was like a heavy thick glue. It painted literally the entire apartment in an inch-thick layer. Before the layer of cum cleared another was painted over it. Rather than spill out the open doorway where Melissa stood, the cum swirled into the area just on the inside of the door and lifted into a huge sphere. As the sphere churned you could see thin circuit-board like metallic lines in its surface. The Outsiders were in such great numbers here that they were building a hub outside of the host.
But still it continued, still it intensified. The brief weakness between spurts vanished- it was just a continuous, uninterrupted stream! The bulge of his obscenely giant prostate in his gut swelled so huge it almost resembled the knot on the base of a canine phallus! His tri-cocks grew still bigger, stretched and engorged by the unrelenting internal pressure. They touched the roof and were forced to bend, then the walls, floor, and curved back toward the roof! Tree-trunk thick shafts coiled around themselves wrapping around him and the room itself, trying to fill in any unused space as they continued to throb bigger and blast harder! And still his orgasms grew in power! The streams of cum started to lift, trailing up the walls as the pressure of the stream increased, then they hit the roof- then his cocks lost their mobility as they became locked in position by the pressure of the unending stream. Not a single thought could enter his head and he became trapped in a half-sleeping limbo. A blinding orgasm filled his entire malformed body every moment of every day and night without so much as a pause! Now the glans on his head almost seemed symbolic- like he had literally cum his brains out.
Every so often, Melissa would hear a piece of furniture rupture, or a wall collapse from one of the other apartments. She eventually seen flesh start to spill out of windows and broken doors and wrap around the building. So many others were recruited thanks to her strip bar job, and she was expecting to see it on the news eventually but it never happened. If there are witnesses; they get recruited, and suddenly no longer want to rat them out. Everyone seemed happy enough- and when the Outsiders have enough mass able to survive... well, OUTSIDE- they will leave the humans. Still; looking at the mass of engorged flesh writhing about that used to be a complex full of people, Melissa cannot help but wonder if she inadvertently started the end of the world by touching the geometric egg.
She returned home after work, just before dawn started to peek on the horizon and sighed, seeing another part of the complex having collapsed from the throbbing wall of expanding flesh behind it.
"Sigh..."
"Excuse our observations, but as interlopers in this plane of reality- our initial assessment is that the beings of this dimension are quite unusual. We were able to trap them in a perpetual loop of pleasure entirely by accident. Although they are pleased by the results, we must insist they revert to their prior forms when we are done. These shapes are only plausible because of our continued presence, and cannot function independently."
"Well... duh. I certainly hope you'd turn them back. And ME."
"Your form can function independently."
"I don't want yoga-ball sized tits forever, thanks. I might keep the thighs."
"As you wish."
Mel groaned. "How long is it going to take you all to grow big enough that you can build a body to survive our dimension?"
"Our initial estimate was not at all long- at least by your perception of time. Then we recalculated, and were disheartened by the fact we could not acquire much assistance due to the potential harm aiding us may inflict." There was a hollow chuckle. "But thanks to your lover; our current assessment is once again- not long." His output was almost a hundred times what they originally estimated one person capable of.
She huffed, wandering around the building to see if there was still a way up to her apartment without having to climb someone's engorged naughty bits. "Too bad other lifeforms can't pitch in too."
"What? We have been using every multicellular body we have encountered."
"W-WHAT?!"
"If you think this is messed up- you should see what the plants did to themselves."
So the next time you feel extra horny and ponder if perhaps you could go again in the same day- make sure it is your own desire telling you to do so, and not an Outsider that came from beyond. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Dr. Erotic
Tags: doctor, psychiatrist
I had been a very successful Psychiatrist with a thriving practice for a number of years. I'd worked hard for those initials behind my name, John P. Edwards, M.D. And for a good many of those years, I really thought I was providing a worthwhile service. Then, Ms. Emily Fredrickson walked into my office.
When I'd initially begun my practice I had visions of treating people with some interesting neuroses, and really getting involved in some deep inner issues. What I found however was that I was seeing nothing more than a bunch of board lonely housewives with a lot of money, and nothing better to do than lie on a couch and vent. For the most part, none of them needed anything more than a little excitement in their lives, or at the minimum, a good hard fuck from someone other than their spouses. But this isn't exactly the kind of advice I was supposed to be giving them. So instead, I went through all the usual typical Dr. stuff to try and find out the 'why' they were feeling that way.
Most of my clients were referrals from other patients. All of who swore that I was one of the best, if not thee best in my field. When I first met Ms. Fredrickson I was already so busy treating and seeing people that I nearly turned her down sight unseen. However, at the prompting of one of the women I was counseling, who'd asked me as a BIG favor to take on one more client, I reluctantly agreed.
Once the initial preliminary's had been taken care of, I invited Ms. Fredrickson to make herself comfortable. Though I have both a chair and a couch, surprisingly the majority of my clients prefer to sit as opposed to lying down. Ms. Fredrickson, Emily, was in the minority and immediately crossed over to where the couch was, kicked off her shoes, hung up her jacket and laid down.
Emily was reasonably tall for a woman at just under six feet. She had coal black hair that was long, but had been pinned up giving her that professional woman's look that seemed so much in vogue these days. But the most startling feature had to be her eyes. I'd even attempted to try and figure out without asking, and thus seeming unprofessional on my part, in trying to determine if she was wearing contacts or not. Her eyes were the most beautiful cobalt blue I had ever seen. And with a milky white complexion, offset by those eyes and her unusually dark hair, she was with out a doubt one of the most striking women I had ever seen.
As I began delving into what some of her issues were, trying to get a feel for why it was that she thought I could help, I noticed as I sat slightly off to one side and behind her head that she would occasionally reach up and seemingly finger with the buttons on her blouse, one or twice even brushing her fingers across her nipples as we continued our discussion.
The thing that was odd was that there was nothing sexual in our discussion whatsoever. Everything we discussed or went over seemed to be either job related, or as I was already beginning to determine, as issues dealing with stress.
I'd barely noticed her the first time when I thought I had actually seen Emily finger one nipple. She'd continued talking to me, had already moved her hand away, but sure enough, there stood a very hard firm nipple protruding through the white business blouse she was wearing.
The discussion continued, and rather than sitting there taking notes as I usually did, I found instead that I was gazing at her more and more often, wondering if I had actually seen what I thought I had, and secondly, if she would do it again, which she did. The second time, she reached over and actually pinched her nipple through the material of her blouse, all the while continuing on with the mundane every day issues we are all faced with.
Frankly, I was truly puzzled for the first time since I'd been in practice as to what exactly WAS happening, and where all of this was leading. I'd only had one or two women actually proposition me during the course of my treatment with them. Neither of which I of course allowed anything to happen with, and not simply out of fear of losing my license. And it wasn't as though I wasn't attractive either. I've had my fair share of attractive looking women. And though I wasn't seeing anyone at the moment, I wasn't looking to get seriously involved with anyone.
Soon after that, our first session ended and Emily and I said our good-byes and scheduled an appointment for the next week without so much as a hint as to what had taken place or why. She remained calmly professional in her attitude and demeanor beyond that, and so we set up a weekly day for her continued therapy.
To my surprise, I found myself anxiously curious about our next meeting and could hardly wait until the day finally arrived. As before, Emily was similarly dressed with her hair once again done up in a tight bun behind her head. Taking her place upon the couch, we began.
As I began to review with her what we'd discussed the previous week, I found myself glancing over in her direction a little more frequently than normal. Once again there was nothing of a sexual nature even remotely discussed. Yet, I noticed that as Emily lie on the couch, she had bent one of her legs slightly which effectively hiked her skirt up a little more than what I felt was normal for trying to be simply comfortable.
In the next instant, I watched as Emily actually placed her hand down near her groin area, and as the subtle movement of her hand confirmed to me what she was doing, I watched saying nothing to her about it as she obviously began masturbating.
There was no change in her speech pattern to indicate she was becoming aroused or excited by what she was doing, almost as though she were playing with herself absentmindedly as she continued telling me about some of the more stressful situations she'd been having to deal with at work lately. The entire hour was consumed in this fashion, and I was once again left confused as well as curious as to what her motives and intentions truly were.
As the weeks came and went, our discussions remained professional. Yet with each passing week, Emily became bolder and bolder in her obvious masturbatory fantasy, if that's indeed what she was doing here. I, on the other hand refused to acknowledge what she was doing, or mention it. My thoughts being that this was some sort of test, or manipulation on her part which was the actual root of whatever problems she was actually dealing with. I was of the opinion that this blatant display of touching herself in front of me, all the while maintaining a total and complete professional-like conversation was finally going to result in one of those really interesting physiological evaluations that I had not had the opportunity to really get into up until now.
Admittedly, seeing this very beautiful woman lying on my couch, occasionally touching and caressing her breasts, or reaching down to bunch her skirt up, sliding her hand down inside her panties to finger herself was having its affect on me. I would find myself staring at her, forgetting what it was we'd been discussing for a moment, and worse, realizing that I would quite often be sitting there with a raging hard-on.
After nearly eight full weeks of this, I decided to change direction and confront her directly on the issue. Figuring that perhaps bringing it out in the open after all this time, that we'd finally begin discussing the real reason she was seeking therapy.
And......after the previous week I felt it was time anyway. It had been the first time that I'd seen Emily actually reach orgasm. And though I was fairly certain she hadn't faked it, I wasn't THAT positive she simply hadn't escalated this weird little game she was playing to a higher level, and I wasn't about to let her continue to try and control our sessions in this way any further without getting to the bottom of it.
I allowed Emily to make herself comfortable as she was now doing before each session began. She'd hung up her jacket, taken off her shoes, and had even reached up and undone a couple of the upper buttons on the blouse she was wearing. I waited until she'd positioned herself on the couch, expecting her to once again begin touching herself at any moment.
"Emily?" I began. "I think we need to discuss your masturbating during our sessions together."
For the first time she actually turned on her side and looked over the armrest at me. Something she'd never done before in all the weeks we'd been together. I saw a very wide, very beautiful smile spread across her face.
"Well Doc. It's about time. I was starting to wonder when you were finally going to ask me about it."
Frankly, I've had one or two patients in the past who've tried to put one over on me. But usually I figured it out long before they ever realized I had, and removed them from my active client list. In this instance however, I hadn't seen it coming, probably because I'd been so damn distracted by what had been going on, in addition to her being so fucking beautiful.
Emily had the upper hand for the time being, as I continued to ponder how I was going to respond to that. And the last thing I wanted to reveal to her was that she really was the one in control here at the moment.
She didn't give me the chance to respond as she suddenly sat up on the couch swinging her legs back around and placing them on the floor which put her facing me.
"It's very simple really. And don't feel bad that you were having trouble trying to figure out what was wrong with me. To be honest with you, nothing ever was."
"I'm not sure I understand." I told her truthfully. "Why don't you explain it to me?"
Emily reached up and pulled the pins from her luxurious black hair and allowed it to fall naturally well past her shoulders where it lay upon her breasts, highlighting the fullness of them and drawing my attention rather pointedly towards her chest.
"You see...I told my best friend Gail who's another patient of yours that I had this fantasy. Always have had it, but never had the opportunity or the inclination to ever do anything about it until I saw your picture on the back of one of the books you've written. When I learned that Gail was seeing you, I told her that I finally wanted to indulge myself, and finally get to enjoy my fantasy. Which basically was to simply masturbate in front of a good-looking Psychiatrist, knowing that he wouldn't or possibly couldn't do anything to try and involve himself with me. That wasn't apart of my fantasy...then."
I felt myself lean back, half expecting the chair to rock backwards, and then remembering it was a straight stiff-backed chair with no give. Emily saw the awkward movement and laughed.
Reaching up she began to slowly unbutton the remaining buttons of her blouse as she continued looking at me, smiling.
"It wasn't a matter of money for me obviously. I'd have paid any going rate just to satisfy this silly little desire of mine. Sitting here week after week, getting the courage to be able to lose my inhibitions, and allow myself to finally and completely enjoy myself in front of you as I've been doing, was worth every penny I've spent. So you see...there really isn't anything wrong with me. You've even told me so yourself in not so many words. Discussing the day-to-day issues, stress, work related problems, hell...we all go through and experience those. I'm no different. And I handle them just fine. But this was something I needed and have been wanting to do for as many years as I can remember."
Emily had finished undoing her blouse and now pulled it off allowing it to fall to the floor as she stood up off the couch.
"Listen Doc," she began in that almost too familiar expression she'd been using to address me of late. "I know a number of women who would love to simply tell someone about their fantasy's, about their dreams, kinks, quirks, desires, whatever, but without reproach, without recrimination, and without judgment. Sometimes just telling someone about some deep dark secret fantasy is as good as actually experiencing the fantasy itself. Only in my case...it was doing it, knowing all the while that you were watching me doing it, and wondering about it without ever saying anything. And especially after last week when I finally was able to achieve an orgasm in front of you, and then leaving afterwards without your ever saying a word to me about it. It simply couldn't have been any more perfect."
She stood in front of me now in her white lace bra, and began to pull down on the zipper of her skirt. I felt powerless to do or say anything, wanting to hear what she was telling me, and not wanting to. Stunned, and surprised that I could be so duped by this beautiful intelligent woman, and yet curiously pleased, flattered in a way... that I had been.
"So I guess this is our final session," she began.
I watched as she slowly pulled the zipper of her skirt down until she allowed it to fall down around her feet. Emily wasn't wearing any panties, just a garter holding up the sheer nylon stockings she'd been wearing. I didn't know if she'd planned on masturbating even more openly this week than she had the previous by the intimate lingerie she was wearing, but I now found myself rather disappointed that I had confronted her this early in the session.
"And please, don't be too upset with me. I know you really thought you were trying to help me, and you did! But just not in the way that you thought you were."
Emily now reached behind, unhooking her bra and allowed it to fall a slight ways down her arms before catching it and holding it against herself, the movement revealing just the tips of two very alluring looking areola's that peeked out of the top of that lacy garment so teasingly.
I was still sitting about as straight backed in my chair, as it was possible to do. I had an enormous erection at the moment, and almost looked down at myself, though I was almost afraid to look at what I would find there. Of all the days to wear beige slacks.
"So now that its over, and now that I won't be coming to see you as my therapist any more, I don't suppose you'd be interested in one more little fantasy of mine, would you?"
Emily let the bra fall. And I sat staring at two of the most precious, full rounded breasts I'd ever seen before in my life.
I don't even remember standing up when I did. About the only thing I did remember later was the curious wide-eyed look on Emily's face as I stood, and following her eyes as they moved down to where I knew my erection was bulging inside of my slacks. That and the obvious wet-spot that I also knew I was revealing to her. As I moved over towards my desk, I didn't even try to cover up my condition. And almost proudly I strode across the room and pushed the intercom button on my telephone.
"Jamie?"
"Yes Dr. Edwards." I heard Jamie respond in her business voice.
"Would you go ahead and pull Ms. Fredrickson's file? We've completed her therapy, so she will no longer be a patient here. Go ahead and bill her for the hour, but we're going to tie up some loose ends, so we'll be here for a while, but I won't charge her for the extra time ok?"
"Yes Dr." I heard her say again.
It wasn't unusual for me to do that with patients once in a while, so I was confident that Jamie wouldn't question anything. But as I continued to look over towards Emily who was once again sitting down on the couch and sensually caressing herself, I added.
"Oh Jamie? One more thing, when you're done with that, go ahead and take the rest of the afternoon off. I'll make sure to lock up everything."
There was a pregnant pause as I was almost sure there would be. It was rare that I allowed Jamie to go home early without previously planning for it. Perhaps it wasn't the wisest thing to do, and might even leave her wondering about it since she had access to patient files, and did all of my dictation. She knew of Emily's strange masturbation behavior, and might be putting the pieces together as we spoke. But I was allowing my cock to think for me at the moment, and almost laughed boyishly when Jamie finally responded back to me.
"Thank you Dr." Another pause, "Is there anything else?"
"No Jamie, that will be all."
I clicked off the intercom, turning and heading towards the couch.
Emily reached up; rubbing the wet-spot on my slacks, making it worse, and gently ran a sharp nail over the protruding bulge she found there. Standing above her, Emily then began to unfasten my belt as I in turn reached down and began to gently finger one of her amazingly hard nipples.
A second or two later with my cock finally free, I felt her warm succulent mouth envelop it and begin a therapy session designed to relieve a little stress that I'd been dealing with as of late.
"Well now that I'm no longer treating you," I said
Emily removed her mouth from my cock long enough to look up at me and interrupt what I was saying.
"That it's my turn to treat you for a change?"
I smiled back. "Well sort of, but I was about to tell you how beautiful a woman you really are. And that's not exactly something we usually tell our patients."
Emily knelt before me slowly stroking my slippery cock, and delighting me with the most exquisite sensations imaginable.
"So tell me Doc, just how many times DID you run off and masturbate after I'd left your office anyway?"
"Every time." I told her. "Every fucking time."
After Emily and I had thoroughly fucked each other's brains out, we lay together in a sweaty heap upon my leather couch.
"So Doc, what do you think of my idea anyway?"
"What?" I said, still trying to fight through the fugue I was in.
"You know, getting out of this "Shrink" business, and maybe getting into something a whole lot more interesting and exciting. Like what I was telling you about. Letting women, and maybe even men, come in and tell you all about their most secret intimate fantasy's. You could discuss them with them, maybe even give them some assurances that it's ok to wonder about things, no matter how kinky or bizarre they may be."
Emily sat up suddenly excited, the thoughts of my starting this kind of a business already giving her new ideas.
And all I could see was the gentle sway of her ripe luscious melons just settling back into place when she rose.
I wasn't seriously considering her ideas of course. But I wasn't quite ready for her to get up and simply walk out of my life either. Not without one more good-bye fuck at least.
"Well, I certainly couldn't work out of this office anymore," I left off saying.
"No, it wouldn't work here either." Emily said agreeing with me. And I was delighted to watch those perfect tits of hers happily agreeing with both of us.
"We'd have to find you a new location to work out of. Oh, and unless you're really attached to...Jamie is it?"
Dumbfounded, I sat looking at her and listening. She really was serious, and I was starting to think about it. Especially when she reached over in mid sentence and once again began stroking my cock back to life.
"Jamie...ah, no. Not really. She's a good administrative assistant, but I don't think she'd go in for taking that type of 'dick-tation'", I jokingly punned.
Emily laughed, squeezed my penis even tighter and began playing with it all the while continuing to talk to me.
"You know, my niece Daniel, 'Danny" we call her actually, would be perfect for the job! She's open minded, intelligent, so nothing would bother her at all. Plus...she knows how to keep a secret, trust me in that...I know. And most importantly, she's also very, very attractive. And that would go along way in helping you as well."
"Yeah...as in driving away the less attractive looking clients?" I asked her kiddingly.
Emily quit playing with my cock as though seriously pondering the dilemma I'd just given her.
"I was just kidding Emily."
"No...no, you might have a point there," she replied, though thankfully she began stroking me once again. Then her face brightened and she happily began jerking my cock up and down with the excitement of her solution. And suddenly...I was really happy about that too.
"I know! We just make sure she doesn't dress up too provocatively for work is all. You do want someone attractive sitting outside of your office. It say's something about YOUR virility. And you want to keep the customers coming back."
"And cumming." I joked once again, but not out of any effort on my part to be humorous. The point was, I was suddenly a little embarrassed as my cock began squirting streamer after streamer of hot pleasurable cum cream into the air.
"Hmmm," Emily said licking off her fingers. "Now we can REALLY have a nice long session together."
"What about what we were discussing?" I asked, biding for a little more time, after all, I'd just erupted in hugh explosion that would take me more than a mere few seconds to recover from.
"I've got a couple of pretty good property's I've been showing to people. One of which I think would be just perfect for you. I'll take you by there tomorrow and let you see it and tell me what you think. And tonight, I'll call Danny and have her set up an appointment with you."
"Maybe you'd better give me her number and we'll meet someplace. I'm not so sure that Jamie would appreciate meeting her replacement just yet."
"You know John," Emily said, using my name for the first time. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all."
Surprised, I looked at her questioningly. But she was grinning with a wonderfully mischievous look on her face.
"I might get a little jealous thinking of you fucking my niece."
"Oh? And why would I do that?" I asked her.
"When you see her, you'll know. And besides, you need to give her the proper interview to prove to yourself that she is the type of woman you're looking for, for this kind of business don't you?"
"I suppose," I said teasing her back. And was equally surprised to feel my cock twitch with renewed excitement over the prospect.
"Ahhhh, I thought that might interest you," she said taking my cock and placing it at the opening of her sex as she climbed over the top of me.
"Now Doc," Emily said, once again lapsing back into the old familiarities. "I think it's time you fucked me, and fuck me really long and hard this time. It might have to last me for a while."
Emily placed my reawaked prick into her sopping wet cunt and slid it into heaven.
"Let's play...Doctor!" She giggled happily.
So we did.
The next day we went out to look at possible locations. And two weeks after that, I moved in. Emily did all the interior design as well, giving the place a relaxed, cozy atmosphere, but a mysterious one too. She said it would help my clients to better imagine things and fantasize, and allow themselves the freedom to speak honestly and openly to me.
She was also right about Danny too. And though I hadn't fucked her...yet. I could see what she meant about her. Danny was young, but obviously experienced. She had long blonde hair that reached easily to her waist. Though her breasts certainly weren't nearly as large as Emily's, they were young, perky and stood up stiff and straight without any help at all from a bra. And though that would certainly change in a few years, I could only think that I might be lucky enough to enjoy the transfiguration from one admiration to another as they matured and took on that other look that I actually preferred.
I had interviewed Danny after giving considerable thought to just what type of business I was actually getting myself into. I decided to drop the M.D. after my name. For some reason, being a Sex Doctor wasn't quite what I had in mind when going through school. Additionally, I didn't display the many certificates I'd previously had hanging on my wall either. And though that had also been Emily's suggestion, I'd not planned on showing them anyway. The feeling was, that we didn't want the setting to appear too clinical, or too formal. The whole idea was to invite people to allow me to enter their most private thoughts and fantasies, and then let things sort of guide us from there.
To be honest, I really had no idea initially what to expect from all this. Nor did I think that it would be that easy to attract the type of clients that I wanted to either. I certainly didn't want just ANYONE coming into my office. I DID want normal every day people yes...but people who weren't exactly crazy, or morbidly neurotic walking in through the door.
I'd hired an additional staff to work off premise and do whatever research might be needed. That was mainly precautionary against any run-ins with the law, or people who might find my new line of work threatening for one reason or another. Everyone was to be thoroughly checked and verified before I took him or her on as clients. Confidentiality was primary, and everyone who worked for me would submit to periodic polygraph testing to ensure that client privileges were assured.
Once everything was in place, the hardest part remaining was to attract the type of people or individuals we were looking for, that...and trying to decide what I was going to call myself. I still hadn't figured that one out yet.
Emily had already contacted a few people she knew who were more than interested in that particular type of therapy. Word of mouth, and cautious referrals would give me a base to work with, but getting continual new clients would be a little more difficult. We decided to advertise in a largely underground student newspaper off campus. That would get the word out to the younger set. Emily had a few contacts in higher places, and would discreetly get the ball rolling in that direction. Even Danny had a few additional ideas to offer, so all in all things were pretty well set.
When Danny caught her first glimpse of the new office and where it was she'd be working, she was excited as hell and wandered through each and every one of the therapy-theme rooms that Emily had decorated and created. That WAS one of her ideas after all, and it made perfect sense. A different room for a different mood, and each one could be easily redecorated as we discovered which rooms worked better than others. Plus, it would keep everything fresh and interesting if we changed them around from time to time.
"This is so incredibly erotic!" Danny exclaimed appreciatively.
"I know what we'll call you." Emily said
"What?" I asked.
"Doctor Erotic! That's how we'll advertise you, and get the word out. Doc Erotic..." Emily said turning the thought once again in her mind, getting a feel for it.
"Yes...that might work." I agreed. "If nothing else, it will certainly tell people what I'm about, and hoping to accomplish won't it?"
"And, you still get to be a Doctor too!" Danny added.
Winking at her, "Yes...but I only play one in the office."
"That sounds naughty!" Danny quipped back. "But I always did like playing Doctor when I was a little girl."
"Damn!" Emily said somewhat alarmed.
"What?"
"We SHOULD have designed ONE of the rooms to look like a Doctor's office at least! I never thought of that."
Laughing, I assured her. "Don't worry Emily, we've got plenty of time to think about redecorating. Let's see how the rooms we do have turn out first before we start worrying about changing them."
"I'll get started on the business cards." Danny suggested. "Oh...and we're going to need some horny looking letterhead and stationary too."
"Horny looking?" I asked looking at Emily.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure nothing gets printed up before we've both had a chance to look at it first ok?"
"Yeah, I could just see it. A picture of a cock standing there with a stethoscope hanging around it's little neck."
"You know, that's not such a bad idea." Emily said musing it over.
And it was about that time that I took her by the hand and led her back into the Blue Room, one of my personal favorites as I liked the soothing colors, like floating amongst the clouds and dreaming, sensually exploring and touching base with my own erotic desires and imaginations.
And besides, I was incredibly horny at the moment too.
"Where are the two of you headed off too?" Danny asked curiously.
"Ah, we were just about to try out one of the rooms," I replied honestly to her.
"Mind if I come?" She asked us.
"Come? Or Cum..." I replied winking.
"You might as well John. You knew it was going to happen sooner or later anyway."
"You don't mind?" I asked incredulously
"Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss this for the world!" Emily shot back.
So together, the three of us entered into the Blue Room that had nothing more than a comfy chair for me to sit in when I was busy 'working', and a large cushiony air-mattress that appeared to be floating up off the floor as wisps of vaporous clouds seemingly floated about the room, all a result of some highly technical visual aids that had been incorporated into the design.
"Sit in your chair." Emily instructed me. "You might as well get used to it."
Taking Danny off to one side, I watched as she spoke to her, whispering and Danny's face suddenly lit up with surprise and a tiny bit of what I took to be embarrassment. But just as suddenly, she turned towards her aunt and began helping her to remove her clothing. Once Emily was undressed, she in turn began removing Danny's clothes until I was eventually treated to two perfect Angels standing there in front of me.
"Now lets do Doctor Erotic," Emily said.
"Ditto that." Danny quipped. "Literally"
The girls quickly stripped me and then the three of us tumbled down onto the soft airy mattress. In seconds I was being treated to handfuls of soft pliant tit-flesh of differing shapes, sizes and colors. Turning on one side to find Emily waiting for me, I suckled and licked her enormously thick dark colored nipples, molding and massaging that magnificent tit-flesh in my hand as I did. When I heard the low soft moans of her pleasure, I turned to my left and began treating Danny to a similar exploratory teasing of her young breasts. Though not nearly as large as Emily's, it was a treat to cup her pointy little breasts in my hand and draw the pink colored nipples into my mouth, sucking on them hard, and eliciting an expectant, excited moan from her as I did.
Back and forth I played with both women, sucking, licking, and caressing their breasts, totally enthralled and delighted at the subtle differences. I could have gone on doing this for hours, but it was becoming quickly apparent that both women were more than ready to move on to new and exciting pleasures.
Emily was the first one to shift positions and rolled me onto my back where she immediately moved up to straddle my face.
"I think Danny's got just what the Doctor ordered," she announced looking back over her shoulder as Danny positioned herself directly over my cock without quite yet inserting it.
"Oh? And what's that?" I said playing along.
"A nice thick stiff one." Danny pronounced gleefully, and then eased herself down over the head of my blood-engorged cock that was anxiously awaiting the feel of that wet glistening pussy.
I slowly began teasing Emily's labia with my tongue, sucking in the juicy flesh in bunches and gently chewing on her extended and flexible lips.
"Oh my!" I heard Emily moan.
And with my tongue still embedded within her pussy I asked, "Feels good huh?"
"Oh yeah, sure! But that's not exactly what I was referring to!" She stated surprising me, temporarily wounding my ego.
"Seeing your cock sliding inside my niece is a little more erotic than I'd actually thought it would be," she said, still looking back over her shoulder as Danny finally began slipping the full length of my prick inside her hot wet cunt.
And then I moaned into the folds of Emily's pussy as Danny's tight little cunt began milking my prick and began sending shivers of pure pleasured delight coursing through every throbbing vein of my shaft.
"Fuck it baby," Emily purred looking back at her niece, watching her as she began gently rocking and swaying back and forth upon me. Danny's long hair began an almost wind-blown dance of ecstasy as she moved back and forth, side to side, and up and down all at the same time. Her long hair covered us both, caressing in it's own way like an extra pair of soft hands teasing my flesh and lapping at my balls from behind. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.
"Now Doctor Erotic, lick my clit!" Emily commanded.
And suddenly the Doctor was in.
The one thing I truly loved about Emily's pussy was the enormous clitoris she had. It was easily twice as large as any other woman's I had ever seen, much like a third erect thick nipple, only centered down between her legs. Kissing, licking, and sucking it reminded me a lot of how her nipples felt when I played with them. Only this nipple, this very special clit-nipple was constantly slick with the juices of her lubrications. I literally devoured her, gently licking, flicking my tongue against it one moment, and then grabbing onto it and sucking it intensely in the next.
Emily was thrashing about my face like a woman possessed. And in a way she was. Possessed of lust, desire, need and pure unadulterated wantonness made for an incredible combination as she slid that extremely wet pussy of hers back and forth across my face as though intending on drenching me with her juices.
In the meantime, Danny's cunt was a thousand hungry mouths sucking and squeezing my cock in a vice-like grip of unimaginable proportions. I don't know what she was doing, or even how she was doing it, but on each upward stroke, she seemed to pause just for a millisecond or so, and I felt those lips suck the tip of my cock briefly, holding it there and pumping the blood up through the shaft into the hard spongy knob of my cock-head. Each time I swore I was about to cum, and then she'd fuck down on me, blowing me with her cunt and sliding that pearly-female cum-cream of hers like a soothing lotion that stimulated, yet held off the rapidly approaching ejaculate that I knew would eventually tear the top of my cock off when I came. I thought absently that whoever had taught her to fuck like this deserved some kind of a reward, or even a medal. At the very least, a world class blowjob that I was half tempted to offer up myself.
As I was simultaneously and gloriously being fucked by one marvelous cunt, I was also being treated to the nicest face smearing I'd ever had the pleasure to partake of. For some reason, Emily's cunt was especially juicy. And I couldn't help but wonder if it was due in part to seeing her niece happily fucking my cock like a berserker as she continued to sway back and forth, moaning and groaning like a banshee.
"How's it feeling baby?" Emily said once again looking back over her shoulder at her niece, watching her as she wildly continued to fuck me with ever increasing strokes that now had me fighting seriously for control.
"Oh auntie Em!" Danny screamed," There's no place like home!"
And with one sudden unexpected downward thrust that took every inch of my cock deep inside her womb, she came.
For a moment, I thought she peed. And then I thought maybe I did. As the gush of fluid began to spray from the opening of her pussy, I felt the warmth of this extra wetness suddenly bathing my balls, saturating the mattress, and even soaking her long blonde hair that was draped across us both like a warm furry blanket.
"Fuck!" I shouted inside Emily's cunt. And just then the tip of my prick came off somewhere inside that girls cunt, and I fully expected to find the tiny eye slit of my prick ripped open and jagged from the force of the sperm that suddenly tore through my balls and began a series of powerful jettisons of cum cream that never quite separated themselves from one squirt to the other. It was more like one long continuous spray of my own thick cum that bathed the inside of Danny's cunt, saturating it even more copiously than she'd done herself, adding to the most intense mess of thick creamy goo that it had ever been my pleasure to experience before.
Seeing all this, and hearing us both screaming out and yelling nearly at the top of our lungs, well, it shouldn't have been any big surprise when Emily soon joined the two of us.
Though she didn't produce quite the amount of female nectar that Danny had, when she came she definitely produced some wonderfully tasting libations that pleasured the pallet and delighted the taste buds. She nearly suffocated me however as her cunt came down hard on me as the last of her clenching pulsations overtook her tortured pussy. Grinding herself against my face as my hands which had been pulling and twisting both of those hard nipples simultaneously, I was sucking, drinking rather, and trying to swallow as much of her as I could, and as fast as I could to keep from drowning. All the while feeling her slowly beginning to calm down and eventually allowing me to surface for a quick intake of air before latching onto her clit one last time to give it a gentle, yet loving suck for good measure.
Danny had collapsed; somewhere back in Kansas I believed. As she floated off somewhere up amongst the clouds. Emily descended back to earth in her bubble of ecstasy and joined me there in the revelry of our slowly dwindling passion.
"You are one fucking incredible Doctor." Emily told me, caressing my chest and lightly rubbing her fingers back and forth against my nipples.
"You think so?" I asked, teasing.
"Expensive one too I'll bet," she added.
"Hell yes!" I replied.
"Good. You'd better be! Good on both counts." Emily said half serious.
"Oh? And why's that?"
"You forget. I get ten percent of the profit."
"I don't recall us ever discussing any partnership here," I responded back, now just a tiny bit serious than I had been before.
"Nine." Emily said quickly.
"Three" I said
"Eight then."
"Five" I threw back at her.
"Done!" Emily agreed.
"Done?" Danny said finally coming back to earth.
"Gee, I hope not. I thought we were just getting started!"
"Holy shit!" I said rolling over and looking for some escape route.
"Did you know about her?" I said pointing at Danny who was already beginning to stalk me like a hungry lion.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Emily said laughing, yet moving out of the way even as she said it.
"Fuck Em, I'll give you the full ten percent if you just rein her in. I'm exhausted! Well, for the moment anyway."
"Done!" Emily said.
"O.K. Danny," her aunt said in an almost scolding tone of voice. "Best leave the Doctor alone for a while. Don't worry baby, there will be other times, other places to play Doctor with Doctor Erotic here.
"Promise?" She said looking at me.
"Promise!" I responded with a relieved sigh and look on my face. "Just so long as you leave enough of me to still run a business here and deal with our clients."
A month later we had a thriving business with more clients that I thought were necessary. Eventually I had to cut back due to the sheer volume. If we hadn't, I'd never have had a home life to myself. Even then I didn't really, as I was spending more and more time with Emily, and occasionally as promised with Danny too.
Emily had been right about something else. The majority of our clients simply wanted someone that they could share their dreams, desires and fantasy's with. Sometimes that's all they wanted. For those, I usually counseled them in an office similar to the one that I had at my old location. Most of the time I simply listened. It was rare that I tried to interject anything into someone's personal fantasy. After all, it WAS their fantasy, not mine. Usually an occasional supportive comment, or positive feedback was all they were looking for anyway. Once in a while I met with these same types of people in one of the therapy-theme rooms. I enjoyed those the most, and for the little extra cost that most were readily willing to pay, it made the sessions all the more exciting for both them as well as for me.
The best sessions however were the fantasy sessions that we occasionally got to schedule. They were expensive true, but then we were trying to meet each and every clients needs as best as we could, usually cost wasn't a factor for most of them.
John O'Donnell was one of those special clients. He was in his late sixty's and a very prominent member of the higher society, one of the people that Emily knew through some mutual friends of hers. When word reached him that we were offering a rather unusual service, he immediately contacted Emily and made inquiries into just how far we were willing to go to satisfy and possibly create his particular fantasy for him.
When Emily told me what it was, I couldn't see how we could possibly accommodate him. John had a particular desire to see the women's Swedish Bikini team rolling around in oil and getting it on with one another.
It was actually Danny who eventually offered up a possible solution, and after having discussed it with John, he readily agreed. Now obviously, we weren't going to actually get the Women's Swedish Bikini team, but Danny's idea had been to advertise in the same underground newspaper we had our add in at the college. Once again, as money wasn't really an issue, we posted a thousand dollar tax-free incentive for any woman who was blonde, and willing to roll around on a mat covered with oil with a bunch of other like-minded women. During our interviews, which produced a surprising number of possible candidates, we told them that they didn't have to do anything with any of the other women if they didn't want to. That would be totally up to them. What we DID require was that they were at least willing to roll around in the nude together, and at the very least appear to be getting off on it, all for the benefit of our anonymous client who would be watching the entire thing behind a two-way mirror.
Obviously my involvement in some of these types of sessions was limited. I acted more in an advisory, consultation roll, and allowed Emily who had worked her way into more of a partnership roll to handle the technical aspects of the special requests we were beginning to receive.
Admittedly even I found watching the girls rolling around in all that oil together quite erotic. I knew that John was privately enjoying himself in the special little room we'd provided for him, and as I sat in my office watching it on my own little T.V. screen, I was amazed as some of the women actually began making love with one another. It was turning out far better than I had initially hoped for. That, and Emily and Danny had done a remarkable job of selecting blonde haired women who most closely resembled actual members of the team.
Emily soon joined me in my office to see how things were going. Looking up I was delighted to see her come out of my private bathroom with nothing on but a blonde-haired wig.
"Thought I'd bring you a little Swedish massaging to that cock of yours while you're watching this," she told me.
And as those talented lips of hers began pleasuring me, I suddenly lost all interest in what was happening on the T.V.
Needless to say, John O'Donnell was a very happy and very satisfied customer. As were many of the girls we'd hired to participate and act out this particular little fantasy for him. Emily took several of the girl's names and phone numbers in the event we had any other fantasies that they might be interested in participating in. All for a reasonable cost of course.
One of the things that surprised me the most was the number of women, and a few men who asked me if it was ok if they played with themselves while discussing their fantasies during our consultations. Eventually Emily inserted a comment in one of our standard forms that stated it was not only permissible to masturbate if the client felt so inclined, but also that it was recommended that they do so in order to make their therapy session even more exciting and enjoyable.
For me, watching a majority of the women lose all sorts of inhibitions there in the office was like being a young kid in a candy store. Once again at Danny's suggestion we went out and even purchased a wide variety of pleasure devices that we threw in for free for each and every client that expressed any desire to try, or to use one. Many women had never even used a vibrator before, and in some instances, this became the unexpected and unplanned focus of the session.
Sheri Davis was another woman who like Emily had been when we'd first started, simply wanted to have someone watch her masturbate while she did so in front of a giant sized mirror. After discussing it and reviewing her particular fantasy, Emily and I decided to set her up in the Red room. The entire atmosphere of the place was erotically sensual including the red lighting that permeated the room in a deep soft glow that accentuated not only the mood of the individual using it, but the visual sensuality of everything taking place inside.
The room was perfect for what we had in mind for several reasons. One, we slid open the panel revealing a floor-length two way mirror that would allow Sheri to view herself while sitting comfortably on a specially designed chair we had purchased just for the occasion. It was more like a swing actually that allowed her to move almost as though she were weightless, and still have complete and total control over it as she sat inside of it. The floor length mirror would obviously allow her to see herself masturbating while I sat slightly off to one side, watching her, and fulfilling the second part of her particular request.
Danny had a particular naughty little fantasy herself, which we all occasionally tried to accommodate, provided that the clients permission was given. And in this instance, Sheri was very much aware that someone would be sitting on the other side of that mirror, watching her masturbating, and that she would never know whom it had been. Sheri immediately loved the idea, which added even further to her fantasy, in having someone in the room watching, who she could see, and someone else watching, who she could not see.
Sheri had never even used a vibrator before so I was a little surprised when she selected a rather large one. It was a latex flesh colored device that was flexible with several rows of soft little nodules running up and down the sides for additional stimulation. Besides simply vibrating at various speeds as desired by the user, it also rotated simultaneously at variable speeds as well.
Sheri had disrobed in the adjacent changing room and emerged into the Red room wearing one of the soft Terry Cloth robes we had available for our clients. I was already sitting off to one side of the room when she emerged, and though she nervously acknowledged my presence, went immediately to the chair and comfortably settled herself in without so much as a word.
Sheri didn't immediately begin using the toy either. As the soft sensual music played which we piped into the room from specially designed speakers, Sheri slowly began to relax and become comfortable with her surroundings. As I'd hoped, the room seemed to work its magic on her senses so that soon she was beginning to caress her enormous sized breasts, which I had noticed once she'd removed the robe she'd been wearing were a lot bigger in size than even Emily's were.
What I personally liked and enjoyed however was that Sheri was an average, normal looking housewife type of individual. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn't unattractive either. All her normal little minor flaws seemed to enhance her sensuality, making her a real person, as well as a very erotic looking woman as she sat dangling in her free swinging chair, almost casually and lazily touching herself.
Sitting there watching her I had already begun to stiffen with arousal. But I was also careful not to do anything that was outside of the specified request of the client. As much as I would have liked to have freed my cock and begin stroking it, I refrained from doing so.
I watched as Sheri hefted one of her enormous breasts in her hands and lifted it up towards her mouth where she was easily able to capture the nipple with her lips and begin sucking it. Once she'd accomplished this, finding a satisfactory balance with one hand, she then slipped the other down between her legs and allowed herself to spread her legs apart revealing a very flushed looking split that was already wet and glistening with her moisture.
Sheri looked over towards me needing the assurance that I was still watching her. And though I smiled and nodded my head at her encouragingly I neither spoke nor indicated to her in any other way my own ever-growing arousal.
I could only imagine what was happening on the other side of that mirror. I was positive of course, knowing Danny as I did that she was likewise furiously masturbating herself. Emily was no doubt sitting in my office watching all of us on the remote cameras and probably entertaining her own streaming pussy as well.
Sheri finally picked up the enormous vibrator she had chosen and turned it on to the lowest setting. She began to ease the monster into her cunt, doing so slowly that she had time to get used to the intrusion and allow her pussy to lubricate and begin to react to the vibrating monster. She had been quiet up until this point, but now I began to hear not only the soft murmured pleasures she was giving herself, but could also faintly hear the wet noisy lubrications that she was making as the liquid from her pussy began coating and bathing the fuck-toy she was using. I watched as she would fully impale her self with the device, and allow a moment's pause while the rotating, vibrating prick pleasured the deepest most intimate recess of her cunt. She would then ease the vibrator out slowly, once again looking over towards me and expecting some sort of reaction, which I gave her in my own obvious facial pleasure at seeing her playing with herself.
"Doctor," Sheri began, pausing as if wondering what she really should call me.
"Erotic," I finished saying for her, and she smiled with a look that was a mixture of pleasure as well as embarrassment.
"Doctor Erotic, will you play with yourself so I can watch you, while you're watching me too?" She asked shyly
"I'd be happy too," I responded to her truthfully. "Would you like it if I moved closer to you?" I added.
"Oh yes...please. Right in front of me so I can see myself, and you at the same time!"
I quickly discarded the few clothes I was wearing and then moved my chair over to place it slightly off to one side, but still directly in front of her so that she would have a clear picture of us both.
My cock was as hard as it had ever been and was throbbing with the need to be played with and pleasured. Seeing me finally begin to stroke my cock and massage the head, Sheri's hand began shoving the vibrator inside herself with piston-like strokes that brought about an almost painful expression to her face, but one in which I knew to be an agonized ecstasy that was borderline sadistic in nature.
Sheri pummeled her pussy with the toy fast and furiously, often taking both of her hands to ensure that it was rammed home with sufficient force to produce the kind of pleasured-pain that she had hoped for.
A white frothy foam began to appear and coat the surface of her labia. I watched with unbridled fascination as it adhered to the toy, coating it in a white shimmering luminescence that took on a degree of bizarre beauty under the dark red lights of the room.
Every room had been soundproofed in order to protect our client's privacy and pleasure. Even so, this shy quiet reserved woman began screaming out her pleasure to the point that I began to wonder if Danny was beginning to hear her through the other side of the mirror. Hearing this woman moaning and grunting her pleasure had been one thing, but now she began to express her sensations even more vocally with words that I knew were apart of the recessed animalistic desires we all had.
"See me fuck my cunt?" Sheri screamed.
"Can you hear my fucking pussy as I'm fucking it?" She continued to cry out, taunting me with her vulgarity, and seeing by my reaction to it as I now began to match her cries of pleasure with my own.
"Fuck that pussy you cunt!" I shouted at her.
"Stick that mother-fucking, cunt-fucking, vibrating prick inside that hot wet pussy!" I demanded.
Sheri's expression was pure bliss as she heard, did and looked at me with a vulnerability that said her orgasm was already tearing her apart. With one last final shove of the toy as deeply as she could get it, she hunched over in the swing, holding it there and allowing it to do all the work, taking her over the edge where her orgasm consumed her, causing her body to shake involuntarily as she rode one orgasmic explosion after another.
My own prick was an eruption of thankful release as geysers of sperm shot from the tip of my prick, many of which landed on her. It had the unexpected result of making her aware of my own timely climax, and she began gathering the goblets and pools of cum that began running down the side of her thighs and across her heavy hanging breasts.
Sheri removed the vibrator, flinging it off to one side where it bounced against the wall, landing on the floor where it began a macabre dance of it's own, still vibrating, still rotating, and spinning about wildly.
Neither of us took much notice of it however. Sheri was searching her body for every trace of cum that had spilled down on her and began using my essence to apply it to her sensitive nipples, and breasts, massaging it into her skin like a fiery hot lotion.
I stood up, continuing to milk my cock, and though I had quit ejaculating at this point, a thick gooey ribbon of sperm drooled from the tip of my cock and began to run down the side of my still swollen shaft. Walking towards her, she reached out taking a hold of my prick and placed it greedily between her legs where she could wipe off the excess spunk that remained, using it to caress her exposed clit and pussy lips with.
I watched as she shuddered one last time, a final mini-orgasm that she had brought about by the use of her hand on my cock against her now almost too sensitive to touch clitoris.
Slowly I moved away from her and made my way back to the chair where I allowed her as much time as she needed to gather her self back together again. As quietly as I could, I redressed and waited for her to compose herself a little more fully before speaking.
"I hope that was what you had in mind Sheri," I questioned.
The smile on her face was indescribable, and she looked at me with that same almost innocent, but very much satisfied look that I had seen on her the day of her initial interview. It was obvious that she had achieved the penultimate satisfaction possible and had gone beyond her wildest expectations in experiencing her pleasure.
I quickly excused myself, allowing Sheri to have a moment alone and informing her that she was free to take whatever amount of time she needed to recover and dress. I then left the room and nearly ran into Danny who was already turning the corner of the hallway heading in my direction.
Danny's face was still flushed from her obvious orgasm, and I noticed simultaneously that she hadn't as yet even bothered to redo the buttons on her blouse. Her small firm breasts were clearly exposed and her reddened nipples looked almost sore from the self- stimulation she'd been giving them.
"Fuck me you bastard!" Danny screamed at me in the hallway. "Fuck me right now!"
Throwing her against the wall, turning her, I thrust into her from behind and raped her pussy with several powerful strokes until we were both climaxing all over again in a frenzied passion that neither one of us had expected to occur so quickly after what we had so recently gone through, though separately together.
Disheveled, sweaty, sticky, we made our way down the hallway back towards my office where each of us expected to find Emily in a similar state of satisfied exhaustion. And we weren't disappointed when we opened the door to my office and stepped inside either.
Emily had collapsed onto the couch, one of the chairs had been turned over and a sheath of papers had been wildly strewn to the floor. Her dark hair was matted to her face and she was only then breathing in a more normal fashion.
"Was that fucking wild or what?" She said looking at the two of us. And all Danny and I could do was laugh, agreeing with her and seeing in Emily the way that the two of us must have appeared to her.
We had agreed at the onset that unless someone's fantasy resulted in serious bodily harm to him or her selves or someone else, that we all had to be open minded enough to entertain anyone's particular fantasy or fetish. Otherwise our reputation would suffer and eventually word would get out that we weren't what we were advertising to be. Every request and application was scrutinized of course, but never under the premise that something was too quirky or too kinky for us to consider or try and make happen in the event it was within our capabilities to do so.
So it was when Roger Adams first came to us. His particular fantasy was actually pretty simple, but as the three of us discussed and reviewed his fantasy requests, we couldn't help but get a chuckle out of it. Now not everyone's personal fantasies are complex or so involved that they prove too difficult. A few, like Rogers were almost too simplistic and a bit weird or bizarre. But that didn't preclude us from considering his request no matter how strange we might have felt that it was. And as we all eventually learned, sometimes even the little ones, or the stranger ones can prove to be just as erotic as anyone else's.
After our initial meeting and getting back the results of our background check, we set up an appointment with Roger to discuss in a little more detail just what it was that he wanted, and how we...if in fact we could, help him to satisfy his particular fantasy and desire. I'd already read through his file, several times. At first, his simple request seemed a little too weird in a way. But as I spoke with Emily and Danny, they both reminded me of our original commitment.
Roger was a young college student who came from a very wealthy family. He was tall, around six foot two, or six foot three. Well built, muscular, he was attending school on a college scholarship for football. Initially Roger was hesitant to openly discuss his particular fetish. But after that first session, I believe that Emily and I put him at ease so that he was able to comfortably discuss the possibilities with us. Emily took copious notes and I could tell by her enthusiasm that she already had a specific room in mind and was already thinking about where to go to obtain the specific materials that would be needed.
The night before Rogers scheduled appointment, Emily and Danny worked feverishly to prepare the room she had decided on. Even I had no idea what they were up to, as she wanted it to be a surprise to me as much as she hoped that it would be for Roger.
Additionally, Roger had booked two full hours, and though I couldn't for the life of me see how this particular fantasy could be stretched into that amount of time, I was more than willing to accommodate whatever request he had, especially as he was certainly paying for it.
Shortly before Roger's arrival, Emily and Danny took me down to the white room as we called it, the room that Emily had been considering turning into a medical looking doctor's office. We had in fact received a number of requests for just such an environment, so I'd already given Emily the go ahead to purchase the necessary furniture and equipment to make it look functional. Luckily for us, she hadn't got around to quite doing that yet.
It was the smallest room of them all too. Just about the same size a normal Doctor's examination room might look like. But it was certainly big enough and perfect enough for our purposes.
Walking into the room, I immediately saw what they had been working on the night before. There on one of the stark white walls was a giant bulls-eye target measuring some five feet across. In the middle of it, right where the dark center of the bulls-eye would have been, were various cutouts of women's breasts, all shapes, all sizes and all colors. Nothing else, just lots and lots of tits that they had pain-stakingly cut out and glued to the center of the target, complete with numbers for points scored.
On the floor heading away from the wall was a carefully measured and painted line in feet and inches. But in addition to that, were a tape measure and a box of black felt marking pens.
"You're sure this is exactly what he wanted?" I asked.
"To the letter!" Danny chimed in gleefully.
"O.K. then. This one's yours," I told Emily. "I'll meet with him briefly to finalize the terms and conditions, and then I will have you come in and bring him down here to the room when we're done. If he's satisfied with everything we've arranged for him, then the clock starts."
Soon after Roger arrived and we'd had a chance to chat briefly, I handed him off to Emily and Danny and I sat back to watch the fantasy unveil before us. Roger had already consented to our videotaping and watching him from concealed cameras in the room. Having signed off on the waiver, Danny and I both settled back with a fair degree of curiosity to what we were about to witness. Emily had also supplied Roger with a comfortable chair to sit in, a stack of porno books on a nearby end table, along with an unopened bottle of Tequila, glass, and a fresh unopened tube of KY Jelly.
Once she had Roger's assurance that everything was exactly the way he'd imagined it and wanted it, she left the room. Already I could imagine her running like the wind to hurriedly join us before Roger got too far along in his fantasy. There wasn't really any need for her rush however, as once Roger had completely disrobed and settled down into his chair, he spent a lengthy period of time simply drinking his Tequila a shot at a time, and thumbing through the stack of books.
Again, if he hadn't already paid for the two hours I would have thought that perhaps all this was one gigantic put on and possibly some sort of Fraternity prank. But even I had noticed Roger's erection slowly rising as he continued scanning through the various books and photo's, particularly the one's that Danny had suggested that had names such as "Big Gazanga's" and "Giant tit fuckers".
Since we'd opened the doors for business, I had seen a wide variety of all shapes and sizes of cocks. Some of which were pretty good sized. But none of those compared to the size of this one as it continually grew becoming larger and larger.
"Fuck me!" Emily exclaimed as we all sat glued to the TV set watching this mammoth monster getting harder and harder.
"No wonder the poor kid's never been with a woman before! No woman in her right mind would ever have him!"
For once, I had to agree with her. Roger had told us in the personal section of his application that he was still a virgin at twenty-five. But he'd not indicated the reason why for this, nor did we feel it necessary at the time to pursue this particular line of questioning.
As Roger's cock slowly began to stiffen and become somewhat firmer and harder, it was clearly evident that as big as he was, it would be virtually impossible to stuff all that inside any woman's pussy.
When it was evident that Roger was as big and hard as he was going to be under the circumstances, he stood up and briefly scanned the room looking for the cameras. We'd concealed them however, not wanting any of the operational cameras to ever be a distraction to our clients. Thankfully he gave up looking for them and proceeded to continue stroking his monster penis.
The books obviously were meant to stimulate and arouse him, and good ole Danny had hit it right on the mark when she'd provided Roger with a selection of big tit books! It was clear early on that these were his favorites as soon after he settled in and began playing with himself once he'd found a couple he enjoyed looking at.
We all sat watching Roger stroking himself off until it was obvious that he was nearing his orgasm. As he stood up from the chair and moved over to the line that Emily and Danny had painted on the floor, I found myself curious as to just where he planned on standing, knowing full well at this point what it was he was going to do, though the why of it still escaped me.
To my surprise, he didn't stand as far away as I might have imagined he would, but did in fact appear to stand a lot closer than even I would have had I been engaging in this particular little fantasy.
Roger was now stroking himself alternating both hands as he did. He was so fucking big however; he had to in order to even jerk himself off. We all saw the beginning of his orgasm, the slight bend in his knee, the tight clench of his buttocks as though preparing himself to launch whatever load his balls were about to produce. And then, like from some scene right out of an x-rated cartoon, Roger held still momentarily as the cum cream slid up the shaft of his cock. As we'd thought, his ass clenching seemed to coincide with his first release and then humongous ropes of sperm began shooting from the tip of his prick.
Jettison after jettison of thick milky white fluid exploded from his prick. Roger was holding onto his cock much like a fireman holding on to his hose. In some cases he appeared to be purposely aiming his cum-shots directly at the center of the bulls-eye. For others, it didn't seem that he was aiming at the photo's as much as he was trying to see just how far up the target he could try and splatter his fluids.
Then, as quickly as he'd begun, it was over. We watched as Roger then picked up one of the black felt-tip pens and walked over to the target. He began circling cum splatters, though not all. Only those of which he'd specifically designated perhaps as being worth anything. Having done that, Roger totaled his score and wrote down the number on a score sheet that Emily had tacked up on the wall near the bulls-eye.
A short time later, we all met Roger out in the foyer of the offices.
"Same time?" He said.
"Same place!" Emily responded.
"See ya tomorrow then!" Roger said and happily exited the office.
"O.K., that was a LITTLE strange, you've got to admit." I said wonderingly.
"A little strange perhaps yes." Emily agreed. "But you know...it was still pretty fucking erotic too!"
Later than evening after hours, and while Danny and Emily were busily filing forms, straightening up the office in preparation for going home, I found myself strolling down the hallway and stopped directly in front of the door leading into the White room.
Slipping inside, I turned on the lights and quickly walked over to the target and examined it briefly. Roger had circled a number of spots, some of which had easily covered the women's breasts in the photo's, and others, which he'd circled that appeared to have hit the outer rings. Once I'd quickly determined his scoring system, I was about to leave when the weirdest sensation came over me. Checking the hall quickly as I was feeling just a little silly about this, I ducked back into the room and immediately began jacking off, though placing myself a good foot further away from the wall than Roger had.
As my own orgasm began arching out towards the wall, I too attempted to aim my spurting's in much the same manner that Roger had. Several hit center of the bulls-eye as well, and then I attempted to reach the mark at the distance I'd chosen to see if I could match Rogers. There was by this time no contest. Roger had easily reached far higher than I did, and with far less volume there was no point in my continuing this silly game any longer.
"So? What'd you score?" I heard Emily's voice saying from behind, and then to make matters worse, I heard Danny's voice too as she snickered somewhere behind Emily.
"Yeah...we saw you on the T.V. Emily said that she thought you'd eventually come down here and try this," she said still laughing.
Though somewhat embarrassed, I put my now limp cock back inside my pants.
"Research!" I lamely offered up. "I thought it might be important to better understand what it was Roger was feeling or sensing when he was doing this."
"Ah huh, so what WAS your score anyway?" She asked once again.
"Not nearly as good as his was," I finally relented in a soft whispering tone of voice.
Day after day, Roger came into the office and repeated the same scenario, the only variation being his occasionally adjusting his stance or distance to and from the target. Each day he would cum, take note of his accomplishments and scoring, post the results on his tote board, and leave.
Towards the end of our agreed upon contract as the end of the second week drew near, it was obvious that Roger wasn't nearly as satisfied as he'd appeared to have been after the first few days. Under the circumstances I felt it was important then to question him about it and perhaps, if possible, even offer up some advise or a suggestion.
As we sat in my office sharing his favorite drink...Tequila, I finally screwed up enough courage to ask him why he appeared to be less than happy with the results he'd been monitoring all week long.
"Well Doc," he began, and for some reason I enjoyed hearing him call me that. "You're probably going to find this a little weird."
"Roger, believe you me, having been in this business for as long as I have now, I don't really find too much of anything all that weird or unbelievable anymore."
That comment seemed to give him some assurance anyway, and he sat up straighter in his chair as he began to tell me the story.
"Some years ago I had the opportunity to do a bit part in a porno movie, nothing major as I'm certainly no star, and I was obviously hired on because of the size of my cock. Anyway, I thought it might be a great opportunity to finally get to fuck someone, but aside from a few women I've dated who'd TRY and suck me off, though most couldn't even do that much, no one would even come near me as far as having intercourse went."
I nodded at him agreeably, understanding him perfectly at this point.
"The real star of the movie approached me then having made a bet with one of the other actresses. He'd bet that I couldn't shoot as much or as accurately as he could, since I was young, dumb and full of cum as they say. And the bet was if I could outscore him, then she'd have to fuck me. Well hell, with those kind of stakes I was more than willing to give it a shot...so to speak." He laughed saying.
"Anyway, she found some kind of a target to use and hung it on the wall. He went first giving me something to shoot at he told me. But try as I might, I didn't come anywhere's close to the distance or accuracy that he did! And ever since then, it's actually been bugging me. All the way to the point that it's just about all I ever think or fantasize about. I was really hopeful that under a different setting, under perfect conditions perhaps that I would finally accomplish what I never did. But so far, I've still not been able to achieve the maximum distance as well as the accuracy that he did."
I sat back thinking about this for a moment. Strange as it was, it was challenging and I didn't like the idea of sending away an unsatisfied client either.
"Tell me Roger. When the two of you played this little game, did you jerk yourselves off or was someone else doing it for you?"
"Actually, one of the girls in the movie jacked him off, but I felt that I'd be a little more accurate doing it myself."
"You know Roger, and I can't make any promises here, but I think if we replicated the same situation in our room under the same conditions that it might produce the results you've been looking for. I have someone in mind that I THINK might be willing to assist us, but I need to double check with her first. What do you say Roger?"
His face lit up like a Christmas tree at that point.
"You serious Doc? You have someone who might be willing to do that for me?"
"Let me check first...I'll be right back."
Slipping out of the office I quickly headed over to where Danny was busily typing up my notes on her computer.
"Danny? I've got a little proposition for you, but wanted you to know, it's entirely up to you if you want to do it or not."
"What do you have in mind?" Danny asked, already sounding interested.
I told her then, and her eyes widened as she thought about it.
"Hell yes!" She exclaimed shortly. "I'd be delighted to see if I can help him do that!"
"Come with me then." I told her. "And we'll introduce you to Roger and see how he feels about it too."
Needless to say, both were very willing and eager to get started. Roger didn't even go through his normal warm-up routine, content to allow Danny's unexpected nudity to manage all that. Stepping up to the furthest mark away from the wall, Danny knelt down on the floor beside him and began to slowly jack that incredible sized cock. It wasn't all that easy for her to do either as she periodically had to change hands, and even once changed sides in order to give her hands some relief.
Standing behind the two of them, which Roger had already assured me was fine with him; I listened as he instructed Danny what it was he specifically wanted her to aim at and when. I even saw her lining up his cock as she peered down the length of it as though lining up a sight on a rifle.
"I tend to squirt slightly at an angle," he told her. "So if you point it at the top edge of the bulls-eye, it should be right on target." He added with assurance.
Having someone else actually stroking that big beefy sausage of his actually brought about his orgasm a little more quickly than any of us had actually anticipated.
"Get...ready...Danny. I'm...almost...THERE!" He screamed out suddenly.
I could have hugged her right there and then. The first monumental ejaculate was like a laser, hitting the target squarely where he told her he would. She held steady so that the second, third and fourth jettison's of his cum cream splattered near squarely atop the others.
"Raise it just a little bit!" He urged loudly.
And Danny perfectly aimed his cock once again, cupping his balls in the palm of her hand as she did, and elevated his prick just ever so slightly. Each following ejaculation hit the center of the bulls-eye almost perfectly so that soon every boob, breast, and pink colored nipple in the photo's were covered nearly completely in his thick gooey cum-cream.
When Roger left that afternoon, he left satisfied and more importantly confident that he could now actually begin to enjoy a normal fantasy, sex-life with someone. Even if it was for the most part his very own hand.
"Damn." I said a short time later to Emily while we were sitting in my office. "I actually felt like I helped someone today!"
"John, you help people each and every day that someone comes here!"
"Yes. I know that I...that We do." I said including her, as she did deserve a hell of a lot more credit than I often gave her.
"But it's really nice to finally see someone, even Roger, walk away with a totally satisfied expression on his face."
"Doc?"
"Yeah?"
"Wanna see another one?"
Gradually over time the business was so prosperous that I was seriously considering taking on another partner. We had more clients than we knew what to do with, and Emily and Danny where now handling a lot of these themselves without my even being involved. We'd eventually hired a new assistant to replace Danny as she was otherwise engaged in the overall affairs of the business. Her name was Susie, a sweet petite looking bit of a girl with small pointed breasts, but she loved showing off her stiff hard nipples in whatever outfit she chose wearing. Something that was bold, obvious, without being too wickedly decadent.
"You're never going to believe this," Emily told me one day.
"What?"
"We just got a letter in the mail today, from the Request A Wish foundation!"
"You're kidding!"
"No really! It seems there's a young man, eighteen years old, still a virgin who's dying of cancer. He actually made a request through them to come to us to see if we could help him with this dying wish of his."
"And?"
"Well, it seems that he's had this major infatuation with a well known porn star. Now obviously, this isn't normally something they would pursue, or certainly publicize. But I guess they've heard about us, and all the good work we've been doing and decided to see if we could possibly help."
With Emily's resources, it didn't take us very long at all to contact the stars agent and make inquiry with her. A short time later, she actually called me herself and I explained the rather unusual situation to her over the phone.
"Doc!" The sultry star began saying over the phone. "You contact them and tell them I'd be honored to do this for him. Just tell me where and when, and I'll be there!" She said.
And once all that had happened, I finally felt we'd made it to the big time, that the services we were offering weren't something to be laughed at or scoffed at. Doctor Erotic as I was widely known now, was making a difference. Men and Women, of all ages, of all races, creeds and even religions were coming to us to explore their imaginations and their fantasies.
A few more weeks went by and the business gradually settled down into a real nice easygoing rhythm. We had ample staff to take care of any immediate needs, and as I'd originally intended, work was becoming more exciting and relaxing again. Personally, there's nothing worse than doing something you like doing, but being stressed out about it all the time too.
We still had waiting lists of clients that wanted to experience our services, but we had expanded into group therapy sessions that were now taking care of an even wider variety of interesting fantasies that we'd not previously envisioned before. Emily was primarily in charge of those of course, and sadly I was seeing her less and less often that I would have liked. Especially when she went on the road to conduct another service we were offering through our special seminars.
I was sitting in my office relaxing between clients when Susie buzzed me on the intercom.
"Doctor?" She asked
"Call me Doc," I reminded her, preferring the moniker that Emily had given me.
"There's someone here to see you."
"Does she have an appointment?" I asked, not really annoyed but enjoying my time between sessions.
"No...but she says that you might be willing to see her if you saw who she was."
Well now, that intrigued me. And besides, anyone that bold deserved an invitation to see me. After all, that's what this was all about anyway, spontaneity and daringness.
Susie knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in!" I said standing and straightening my tie.
Susie opened the door and stepped in. A young woman stood momentarily behind her and for a moment I had no idea who it was.
"Doctor Erotic I presume?"
"Jamie?"
Susie quietly closed the door behind her and disappeared.
The woman who stepped into my office wasn't at all the same young girl that had once worked for me.
"You know...I really should be mad at you," she said sitting down before I'd even had a chance to close my mouth and invite her to do so.
"I was really, really hurt when you let me go," she told me.
I had given her a year's severance, so it wasn't like I'd dumped her out back onto the street.
"I'm truly sorry about that Jamie." I told her, still stunned and surprised to see her now after all this time.
"How've you been doing anyway?" I asked a little nervously.
"Not too bad, really," she said loosening up a little, and I realized she wasn't really mad at me. But that she was putting on the same pouty-face she used to give me whenever she wanted or needed additional time off from work.
"Can I get you anything?" I offered, loosening my tie.
Jamie laughed, easing the tension between us even further.
"You always used to do that you know."
"What?"
"Tighten your tie whenever anyone came in, and loosen it again a moment or two later."
For some reason I was feeling a bit awkward and guilty again. Hiding my discomfort I walked over to the bar in my office and poured myself a stiff drink.
"Why are you here anyway?" I asked her
Jamie stood up and crossed the room to where I was standing.
"Maybe I will take that drink after all," she said taking mine from me and sipping it, obviously avoiding the question.
So I poured myself another. And waited. "I was good at doing that at least." I mused to myself.
Jamie took another sip though smiling seductively through the glass at me as she did so.
"Oh yes, you wanted to know WHY I was here yes?" She said continuing the almost annoying tease.
So it was my turn to take a drink and look at her over the rim of my glass.
"I'm here...Doctor Erotic," she said lowering her voice though emphasizing the title, "to see about making an appointment with you for your services!"
"What?" I stammered, nearly spilling the drink down the front of my shirt and forcing myself to step away from it so that I didn't.
"Does that really surprise you?" She questioned. "That someone like me, might want, need...your services?"
"No...no, of course not!" I said still stammering, and once again tightening my tie in the process.
"Oh for heavens sake John, take the silly thing off and look at me!"
So I did.
"You're really here because you have a fantasy you want to explore?" I questioned.
"Yes...one in which I've had for a long time now. A VERY long time!"
"And?"
"And, I was never able to express it to you...before now anyway."
Jamie began removing her blouse, slowly undoing the buttons.
"Don't worry John, I'm more than willing to pay you for this," she offered.
"Ah, I think we'll forgo that this time."
"Pro-bono?"
I laughed, and laughed hard and openly.
"How about pro-boner." I said, as my cock was already stiffening and beginning to bulge through the material of my slacks.
"So Jamie, what room would you like to try? We have several I think you'd really enjoy."
"Actually John, this one will do fine. It's close enough to the way that your old office looked to satisfy my fantasy."
By the time I had made it back to my desk to buzz Susie and tell her that I wasn't to be disturbed, Jamie had removed her blouse as well as her bra. I had fantasized about her on rare occasions, when I was horny, or when one of my other patients had aroused me for one reason or another. But I had NEVER made any inappropriate advancement towards Jamie in the few short years we had worked together. I had certainly pictured those provocative looking tits of hers in my mind, but up until now I had never seen them of course, except in my fantasies.
Looking at her now, those nicely shaped, perfectly sized full breasts with beautiful rose colored very erect nipples, I was mesmerized just looking at her.
Slipping her skirt off, Jamie sat down on the edge of my desk, and though her legs remained tightly closed together, I saw that she was wearing only a black lacy garter and stockings.
"Your sure we won't be disturbed in here?" She asked a little worriedly.
"Don't worry Jamie. Susie won't let ANYONE in here when I've got a client with me, and especially when I've told her not too. The last girl that did that doesn't work here anymore."
"Oh, so you fired her too huh?" She said finally spreading her legs. "But what if she did this for you, would you still want to fire her?"
And then Jamie reached down between her legs slipping a finger inside herself and then bringing it back up to her lips so that she could taste her own juices.
"Maybe,"
"And what if she did this then?" And I watched as she began sucking her finger as though it was a cock, and I knew that she was gazing down at my protruding member.
"Perhaps...if it was my cock she was sucking, and not her own fingers I wouldn't."
"Come here Doc."
I hated fucking with clothes on, so I quickly removed them before joining her on the desk.
Jamie swept away the file folders and pictures I had sitting there and I watched them clatter to the floor in a noisy crash.
"I've always wanted to do that," she said, lying down and spreading herself openly to me. "I hope you don't mind."
"It's your fantasy," I told her. "Do whatever the fuck you want to." I countered.
"Eat me then. I've always fantasized about you eating me on your desk."
Immediately I dove into that delectable looking pussy that had the barest strip of fine downy pubic hair just sitting above that velvet opening. My lips quickly began to encircle that precious looking clit of hers and I vibrated it with my tongue teasing it lightly at first and then gradually increasing the pleasure and friction I was giving it.
"Oh John!" Jamie moaned. "I've always wondered what your tongue would feel like inside me."
"What else have you wondered about?" I said continuing to kiss and nibble at that hard little nubbin of flesh.
"What it would feel like to have you inside me," she purred "Fucking me on your desk!"
"Like this?" I said, standing up and sliding my rock hard cock easily and smoothly inside her well-lubricated cunt.
"Oh yesssssssss" She hissed. "Just...like...that!" She said matching her words with each deep thrusting stroke of my cock.
"What...else...did...you...fantasize...about?" I said still fucking her in time with our conversation.
"Having...some...one...catch...us!" She exclaimed, just as I buried myself even more deeply than I had been doing.
"Is this what you had in mind?" Emily said stepping into the office.
"Did we arrange everything the way you wanted?" Danny said adding.
I looked up just in time to see Susie smiling wickedly and closing the door as she stepped back out into the reception area.
"You know Doc, eventually you're going to end up fucking that one too you know. But at the moment, I think the three of us are far more than what you can handle now anyway."
"You two are in on this?"
"Why of course we are!" Danny said undressing as she spoke.
"Don't stop John!" Jamie said sitting up slightly so she could watch me and see what I was doing to her.
"It feels too fucking good for you to stop. Emily and Danny are going to have to wait their turn. At the moment...this is still MY fantasy you know."
"Well Jamie, it's rapidly turning into my fantasy," I added back with a smile.
"And mine," Emily said walking over to the desk, now as nude as everyone else. She bent over, taking one of Jamie's breasts between her lips and began sucking the hardened little nipple. Danny soon joined her, taking the other one and began to do the same thing to it.
"This still YOUR fantasy?" I asked worried now that maybe Emily and Danny had inappropriately invited themselves into something she didn't want to experience or have happening.
"Oh yes! And wait until you see what's going to happen next!" She told me. "Oh...and by the way. I'm working for you again Doc," she told me. "That ok with you?"
And Doctor Erotic smiled happily. This really was HIS fantasy after all. | literotica |
Title: Howling Roar: Fated Love Ch. 02
Tags: werewolf, furry, anthromorphic
*For a while now I have been thinking about how to do chapter 4 and nothing has come to me. So after sitting down and rereading my first 3 chapters over and over, I felt many changes were needed to bring chapter 4 to life. One of the major changes was that I gave Sapphira more role within the story as I felt it was a little too focused on Lucian which left it unbalanced in my view. Another was I wanted more dialogue not only between Sapphira and Lucian but to have them interact with the other characters too, along with changing some of the scenes some and adding more to them to spice it up so I hope you enjoy the reborn Howling Roar.*
**Chapter 2: Discord of the Past**
The darkly garbed figures ran at incredible speed, but both Lucian and Sapphira were ready with their keen eyes following the attackers perfectly as they approached. Lucian noticed at the last moment just feet from him the change in stride and the slight shift in the way his eye's looked that the assailant was no longer targeting him. Sapphira behind Lucian saw the same thing in her own opponent as well, footsteps changing direction slightly and shifting his weapons aim just a little differently shifting away from Sapphira. In those few seconds when they both realized the other was now the target of the enemies they faced, something mysterious between Sapphira and Lucian linked them and they moved almost as if one being.
"You will not harm her!" Lucian's body twirled around to the left and his massive great sword swung across the open side of the shrouded figure coming from the way Sapphira was facing. The great sword arched through the air quickly with so much power it cut the fiend clean in half with ease sending each part flying in a different direction. Something was strange about it though, the scent and sight of blood was nonexistent even though Lucian had seen his attack hit home on his opponent.
"You will not bring harm to him!" At the same time Sapphira twirled her body smoothly to the right her sword slashing diagonally through the assailant coming from Lucian's direction. The stroke was brilliant as it was deadly, not only deflecting the blade in the figure's hand but also ripping through his chest for a killing blow. The dust on the ground actually danced around the pair as they finished their movements standing where the other had been moments before, swords still held tight and slight grins on their faces.
"So... Who is next...?" Lucian looked up from where his foe had fallen but when he sought the next one there were none to be found anymore just the bodies of the slain. Sapphira looked around in slight surprise as well, seeing that all the other figures had departed in the moment that they had been busy fighting the attackers. A few moments passed before the pair slowly turned to one another, swords still drawn yet the tension from before drifting away on the wind.
"It is strange... we fought in a way only those who have been together for sometime could ever have..." Sapphira's voice was soft with interest as she looked up again into those smoldering golden Wolf kin eyes while sheathing her sword slowly. His long grey furred lowered slowly, smoothing out as his body calmed down from the battle and Sapphira admired his rugged handsome wolf like features.
"Yes, but stranger still is the bodies of our attackers..." Even as he spoke the words, Sapphira looked to where Lucian's gaze rested amazed to see only grey ash remained of the cut down adversaries. Leaning down she gently touched it with her hands, but she could only sense a small portion of the lingering magic which had given them form. Even as she examined them, Lucian found himself drawn into examining Sapphira's elegant form as he was even more interested in her after seeing how fast she reacted to keep him safe. Her fur color was so much more creamy and smooth than most any other Kin he had seen and his longing to touch it, stroke his hand through it was growing stronger.
"If you are done staring... It seems they were definitely made with magic, but I have no idea by whom." Lucian looked away slightly embarrassed that he had been so into looking over Sapphira he failed to notice her turn to look back at him. She sighed then stood up her hands upon her hips, tail swaying slowly behind her but a much more mischievous look upon her face. "It seems the battle is over today... the bandit forces are retreating and I doubt someone as skilled as you would be part of such a group. Now tell me Sir Wolf Kin, why would a warrior like you be on a battlefield in Leopard Kin territory?"
"To be honest I was just passing through... the name is Lucian milady, I am a wandering mercenary for hire. I only entered the battle because some of the retreating bandits ran across me and well I figured I could make some good money off their gear. Now if you don't mind, I would like to know of your name milady and why someone who obviously comes from royalty would be in the midst of such a battle?" There was no surprise in Sapphira's eyes when Lucian guessed at her royal lineage; instead she smiled more at him finding his attention to detail even in the middle of battle very interesting. Her leopard like ears fluttered some in response as Lucian kneeled down before her as it was protocol when dealing with royalty and she felt a blush running through her face, fur rippling slightly on her back. His name echoed over and over in her head as if she had heard it once before, but even as it bothered her she could not place exactly where she had heard it, only that it had been long ago.
"I am Sapphira Alusia, princess royal of the kingdom of Alusia and 2nd in line to the throne and it is a pleasure to have met such a skilled fighter as you Sir Lucian." Her voice was even softer than before and Sapphira smiled slightly to herself seeing Lucian's ears quiver slightly in a way that told her the tone of her voice was pleasant to him. Just looking at him made Sapphira feel strange, as if there was suddenly a small fire blooming within her chest growing warming with every moment she laid eyes upon him. Her name resounded in his mind, something familiar about it and something even more so about the family crest upon the shoulder of her armor.
"They have met once again.... This is not good at all. Already it is calling to them, drawing them closer... This must not be!"
"We cannot change what happened this day, but it is as you say that we cannot allow this to flourish any further."
"Our men cannot stand up to them when they are together like this... we must do something to separate them to weaken the bond. Once that is done we shall eliminate the wolf and once he is gone the princess will be fair game allowing our plan to move forward..."
"There attraction grows stronger by the moment... fortunately the wolf's own past shall prove to be the perfect wedge to drive between them..."
"Princess Sapphira! Thank the goddess you are all right!" The pair looked up to the large group of armored knights on horseback approached them and as they drew closer Lucian could see the royal emblem on their shields was the same as the one Sapphira had on her armor. Something flashed into Lucian's memories the moment he saw them, making his smile disappear from his muzzle and it was replaced with a darker look. "She is from the Alusian Kingdom... It seems my past has caught up to me finally after all this time. I guess it was only a matter of time, but it is a shame... she will never look upon me with that pleasant smile again..."
"Of course I am all right, no thanks to you! I was forced to waste my skill dispatching many foes while you sat back gathering enough troops you felt safe enough to follow me!" Sapphira grinned confidently, her hands on her hips proudly posing strongly as her personal royal guard approached. The disgusted tone of anger in her voice made the knights before her unsteady and when Sapphira trained her angry gaze upon them many them then looked down unable to meet her eyes. She groaned in announce at them then turned to Lucian her pleasant smile returning as he looked back up at her an amused grin on his face. "You see what I have to deal with all the time Lucian?"
"Wait... did you say Lucian!?" An older looking leopard Kin knight leaped down gracefully from his horse, he was easily as tall as Lucian but a lot more slender as the rest of his race. As soon as his feet touched the ground his hand was tight on his sword, his leopard ears were pressed back in a threatening posture as he eyed Lucian. Six other knights also dismounted, all of them taking up positions to the left and right of the older knight, hands already on their weapons and shields held at the defensive the looks in their faces deadly. "Princess, please back away from him slowly..."
Sapphira looked surprised; her ears upright and agitated as was her mood while she glanced back at Lucian who now stood up slowly a look of remorse etched on his face. "What is going on here Leonidas!? You dare give me a command without even explaining why!?"
"Because he is Lucian Greyfold, the coward from the battle of the Alusian Plains! It was his fault so many of our Kin were slaughtered during that battle including..." The grave depth in Leonidas's voice faltered for a moment as his gaze fell over Sapphira who stared back at him in disbelief and the fur on her tail fluffed out in agitation. Feelings welled up inside of Sapphira's heart, a battle of emotions taking place within her, conflicting with one another throwing her mind in confusion. Her head was held low and her hands balled up into fists clutched to her chest as if she were suddenly struck with a great pain in her heart. The next moment she whipped around to face Lucian, gone was that sweet gentle look from before, instead it had been replaced with one of deep sorrow and confusion. She found it almost impossible to believe that such a skilled wolf, one who had declined to abandon her, dared to risk his life on her own skills could be the same one from two years ago. Suddenly that warm feeling which had been flooding her heart moments before was slowly starting to crumble, giving way to a darker memory which was slowly surfacing bursting up with pain and hatred.
"My sister Lumia... My sister died there because of you!!!!? Is this true, are you that Lucian, that detestable coward who left her be murdered along with so many others!!!?" The accusation flew like an arrow violently through the air and plunged itself into Lucian who almost rocked on his feet with the impact it had on him. The eyes of everyone surrounding him seemed to bore into his very fur, scalding him as he could feel the heat of the hatred in all except those of Sapphira. He looked into those emerald pools and realized that deep inside there she was wishing for him not to be the same Lucian, wanting him to be someone else. As much as he wanted to lie to bring back that warmer feeling in her eyes he knew he could not escape his own past, or the tragedy he had been involved with. 'I was a fool for remaining here for so long and even more so for letting my own feelings get the better of me.'
"I am Lucian Greyfold, and whatever you believe about me, I am not a coward nor am I a traitor..." His eyes glowed with a fury and anger that made the knights along with Leonidas start drawing their swords, but when his gaze feel upon Sapphira he growled lowly. Her eyes were still in disbelief and even more so he swore there was a heart broken sadness within them, but above all that was a growing fire of anger. Unable to bear the look in those beautiful eyes anymore, Lucian turned away sheathing his huge sword and walking slowly away. "I am leaving now... If you try to stop me I won't be responsible for what happens."
"Coward..." Her voice was barely over a whisper, but Sapphira knew that Lucian had heard it by the way his pacing slowly, ears moving in reaction to the words spoken. His wolf like head turned slightly and she caught the glimmer of deep anger reflecting in those golden eyes, his voice came out feral and almost wild like a beast had been released. "What did you say to me woman....?"
"I am not just some woman, I am Princess Sapphira Alusia and in case you did not hear me clearly enough I called you a coward! You ran away two years ago in the face of the enemy and now you run away again in the face of your accusers instead of facing the judgment you deserve!" He whirled around as the last few words left Sapphira's lips and there was a sudden gust that erupted as if responding to the look of seething anger Lucian displayed. But Sapphira did not back down, instead she held her gaze level with his own, the power radiating between them made the atmosphere thick with tension.
"Your eyes... they have the same determination as your sisters, I remember it so well even after these two long years." The moment he spoke those words, something in Sapphira roared from the depths of her soul, a spout of anger that had been buried for so long. In the next instant she crossed the distance between them as swift as lightning and struck Lucian even swifter leaving him dazed. The pain from his right cheek was intense, even more so was the shock of the slap and how it echoed so loudly across the empty rocky plains.
"A coward like you does not even deserve the right to think of my sister! Her death is upon your hands as is the blood of many others of my Kin and here you are wandering around as if you did nothing wrong! Do you know what kind of pain I have gone through because of what you did!?" Lucian's face was a mixture of shock and anger as he stood there, but all of that was nothing to what he felt when he looked again into Sapphira's eyes. Tears gently streaming down along her cheeks softly and Lucian could see the pain eating away at her through those deeply emerald green eyes, making his own seem so petty in comparison.
Her heart was a grieving hurricane of mixed emotions, part of her still longed for the closeness she had shared with Lucian, yet a whole flood of anger and sorrow crashed over it pushing her away from him. She felt the darkness of the anger within her growing and consuming her warmer nature as it had almost two years ago, such a cold feeling getting larger in her chest. Wounds upon her heart which had slowly been healing were now opened again, the pain laid bare upon her soul and so much anger about burst from her. Just when she thought she was going to collapse into that darkness she felt something brush up against her face and it made her gasp a little in surprise. Lucian's fingers gently stroked down along her cheeks, wiping away the streaks of tears there with his powerful clawed hands.
"You are a brave one, Princess, I will give you that. You were right though... as much as I hate to admit it, this one time I did act like a coward..." Lucian growled out the last few words, the bitterness of his admission making it hard, but his gaze still lost none of its intensity. Slowly Lucian reached back, unsnapping the sheath for his enchanted sword and then holding it up for Sapphira to take from him. There was as much surprise on her face as there was on the knights behind her, and she slowly reached out taking the heavy sword, marveling at how he managed to use such a weapon easily. "If you wish to judge me in your courts I will yield, after all I have entered your territory without permission and spilled blood here. I may have been exiled from my clan and my title to their honor severed, but I will not add to my legacy of dishonor this day."
"I accept and you can trust that I will keep your weapon along with your armor safe for you." Sapphira nodded her head to him and turned to Leonidas, the fire in her heart suddenly rekindled and easily driving back the shadows of cold within her for the moment. "Listen all of you! He is our prisoner now, he surrendered willingly without resistance so no matter what you may feel about him he will not be mistreated! We shall return to the castle where he will be placed within the dungeon to await judgment, until then no harm is to come to him. If anything should happen to him before he is judged, you will find yourselves in the dungeon quicker than you can blink!"
"Don't think you have gotten off easy Lucian..." Sapphira turned seeing that Lucian had stripped out of his armor only dressed in his under tunic, colored in black tight fitting to his large frame. If anything he was almost as imposing outside of his armor as he was in it and Sapphira admired it only momentarily before she walked up to him. "I still hold you responsible for my sister's death and I will never forget nor will I forgive you for it, but it is my duty as princess to bring you to justice. No matter what my feelings maybe I will see you punished for your crimes. This I promise you..."
This I promise you... my heart will always be yours!
The phrase echoed through Lucian's mind and right through to his very soul, something lost in time from his past, slowly surfacing, and such a familiar voice. Without warning he grabbed Sapphira startling her with his sudden movement, his grip tight on her arms as he looked deeply into her eyes with a wild desperate look in his own. "Say that again! Say it again now plea--!"
The next instant Lucian felt a shield smash into the side of his head with such force it threw him to the ground and blurred his vision. Leonidas stood over him grinning as he held his shield brushing it off as if it were dirty, but then Sapphira slugged him in the face shouting something at him Lucian could not hear from the ringing in his ears. The world started growing hazy and as his mind slipped from consciousness Sapphira leaned over him but her face was shadowed by another female feline. As he recognized who it was, a tear made its way from the corner of his eye.... I am so sorry... Will I ever atone for my sins upon you?
"Leonidas you have over stepped your bounds! He is my prisoner and no one else shall touch him or they will face my wrath!" Sapphira almost couldn't believe her tone as much as those around her, it almost sounded as if she were defending someone she cared about. Yet as much turmoil as there was in her heart over Lucian, she was already turning to kneel down next to his large lupine body checking the spot on his wolf like head where the fur was turning blood red. Spreading the bloody fur she inspected the wound and chuckled slightly at the bloody cut from the strike, seeing the flesh already healing itself as the legends about wolves said about their healing abilities. "It seems he is one very thick headed wolf..."
Sapphira strokes her hand through his thick dark gray fur, her emerald eyes lingering upon his handsome features, yet it twisted her heart with guilt for feeling attracted to the man who had left her sister to die on the battlefield. Such a strong and obliviously fearless wolf... how could he have been the one that had committed a cowardly crime, but there was no mistaking the name. Her hand continued stroking its way through his thick yet silky soft fur, and she had to practically tear herself away from his side as she felt the eyes of those around her watching her. "Bring forward the transports and call up the healers so we can treat the wounded! The battle is over for now, the bandits will not dare to make another raid upon on borders for some time, so get to your posts and help collect the injured or dead."
Her voice snapping like a whip in the air, Sapphira watched as her men instantly stood at attention then dashed off shouting commands to those under them. Leonidas strode up to Sapphira but before he could say anything she turned on him, her eye's burning with serious fire he had seen many times before and instantly he kneeled before her. "Before you say anything Leonidas we shall discuss this matter of your brash reaction with Lucian. You know as well as any other here I am fully well capable of defending myself and your reaction was far out of line for an unarmed prisoner. Explain yourself and make it good..."
"Milady... He is the one who killed Princess Lumia, I could not stand by while he put his filthy hands upon my princess." Sapphira looked down upon him and she could not fault Leonidas for reacting the way he did, yet such a violent attack upon a surrendered prisoner could not be over looked. Lumia... Sapphira could almost see her sister now, feel what she would do in a situation like this and she nodded her head slightly deciding what to do a moment later.
"You did right by defending your princess, but next time I want you to exercise restraint in the way you do so with prisoners! If you don't I will make an example out of you by having you clean every wing of the dungeon for an entire month!" Leonidas nodded his head slightly as he took every word Sapphira spoke to him seriously then stood up saluting her, eyes avoiding her scolding gaze. "Now before I get any more angry, get back to your command post and ensure those who are injured are being treated properly, both prisoner and our troops alike." "Yes milady! You there get the healers over here quickly and tend to this prisoner..." Sapphira's mind tuned out the rest of the world as she gazed up Lucian with equal seething hatred and admiration, her heart being torn in two by the conflict within it. She lifted her hand to her short muzzle sniffing slightly at the lingering sweet strong scent of Lucian, it was more enticing than cat nip to her and she shook her head amazed at her own actions.
"Who are you really Lucian? I have to know... I want to know the truth about you..." Sapphira stared down at the wolf-kin, her eyes blazing with the fires of emotional war raging in them. She tore herself away from looking at him, taking a deep breath as the healers moved in to tend to Lucian starting to walk away. "I want to know the truth so I know whether or not my claws shall take your life in justice for the loss of my Sister..." | literotica |
Title: The Tragic End (School Days ED with OCs) by Darknos
Tags: Blood, Death, Female, Highschool, Japan, Male, School, Vixen, Wolf, dozuki, knife, murder
*WARNING: ALL CHARACTERS ARE NOT WHAT THEY USUALLY ARE LIKE, OR THEY ARE OUT OF CHARACTER. THIS IS MERELY SOMETHING I WANTED TO DO AND HAD TO INCLUDE THESE 3 CHARACTERS SINCE IT MADE MORE SENSE WITH THEM. THIS ALSO CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, STABBING, DECAPITATION, MURDER WITH A DOZUKI BY SLICING THE THROAT, AND ANOTHER ACT YOU HAVE TO FIGURE OUT YOURSELF. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED THE ENTIRE "SCHOOL DAYS" ANIME OR IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT WAS MENTIONED.*
\-phew-
You have been warned...
I don't own the School Days anime or Kanashimi no Mukou He (Song), but I do own my characters!
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Kantano walked to homeroom, as part of the necessary routine. Once the wolf sat down in his seat, a text message from Luna arrived. "I want to come over tonight. Is that alright?" it read. Kantano gasped audiably. "She still wants to see me, even after I got together with Tai?" the gray wolf thought. "I just want to straighten out everything between us..." His thoughts trailed away as he thought of what he would say to his former lover.
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Luna was still in bed, even though she had school today. She faked being sick so she could stay home, and think on what to do with her situation. He left her for Taisuke? It was still so hard to understand it all. An idea popped into her head instantly. She'll ask Kantano if she can come over that night. If they still had feelings, they would push this incident behind them, but if not... she still didn't know. She grabbed her phone and selected Kantano's name in the to-send-to list and typed her message.
"Send"
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That evening, Kantano waited in his apartment for Luna. She agreed to arrive around 8 PM. It was 9:30 now. Every second felt like an eternity to the distraught lupine. When the doorbell finally rang, he sprinted to the door and opened it in a second. Luna was standing in front of her former lover now. She had the most emotionless expression on her face and walked in without a "Hello". "Umm... Have a seat." Kantano muttered, still ashamed at what was happened. The vixen and wolf sat down on the couch across from each other. The unbearable time strech was back. Seconds felt like centuries and minutes felt like milleniums. When Kantano finally found the strength to speak he was cut off. "I'll go get some t-" "I'll do it...". Shocked, he sat back down as Luna walked into the kitchen to prepare the tea. Kantano could only look at the vixen in the kitchen. "Does she still hate me? I hope not..." the wolf thought and then sighed. "This is going to be a long night"
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Luna started up the pot to make the tea. She was distracted though, by the knives. Specfically the medium sized one. Luna came to her final resolution on this dillema. She took out her phone and started to type...
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Taisuke was at the mall, shopping with his sister, Koko. "So you're going to surprise him and make him dinner?" She asked. Taisuke responded affirmiatve. "And then you'll spend the night on a yacht together? How romantic!" Koko squealed in glee for her older brother and hugged him. "It makes me want to go too!" Taisuke sighed and smiled warmly. "Geez..."
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Kantano was still waiting on the tea, when he heard his phone ring in the other room. He got up to get it, since it was the text message ring. In the doorframe of the kitchen, Luna was watching the wolf walk to the other room. She stepped forward when she was alone in the room, and adjusted the knife in her hand.
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When Kantano opened the text he recieved, he was extremely confused. It was from the vixen and started "I'm sorry" and followed with many lines. "Huh? Luna?" he asked himself. As he scrolled through the seemingly endless line, he became more and more worried. He finally reached the end and read the final word. "Good-bye"
(The song Kanashimi no Mukou He/The Other Side of Sorrow fits in here very nicely, by the way)
He heard running footsteps and saw Luna, a foot away with the knife poised. The cold, sharp metal met the unfortunate wolf. Images of his short school year flashed through his mind rapidly. He gasped and screamed in pain as the knife was removed breifly. He tried to run, but fell in the process and couldn't move. "How could you?!" Luna screamed and thrust the knife into the back of Kantano. More memories, only faster. The pain was completely unbearable. Luna turned him around and started to stab him in the front. "You never loved me!" Luna yelled as she withdrew the knife. "You only cared about HIS OWN DAMN HAPPINESS!!" The knife met the wolf once again. Tears formed in Kantano's eyes. Memories flashed by it's fastest now.
The knife kept exiting and re-entering Kantano. With the last of his strength, he reached up to Luna's leg and weakly whispered "Lu...na...". Luna's face regained other emotions. The memories flashed within her mind now, extremely fast, and stopped at the one of them on their last date. Kantano's hand stayed on her leg for a few seconds, and fell to the ground a few seconds later. He just layed there now. All life left his eyes and the gigantic stain had grown to it's maximum size. Luna whimpered as she realized what she had just done. The tea kettle had completely snapped her back to reality, she shot up from the wolf's corpse and looked around suddenly. Knife still in hand, she bolted out of the apartment, trying to escape what just happened.
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The door to Kantano's apartment opened soon after Luna left. Taisuke set down the bag containing what would be dinner on the floor. When he saw evidence of what happened, he knew exactly what to do. "That bitch..." the other male wolf muttered as his pupils became distant. He looked around and saw a dozuki in the kitchen. Taisuke retrieved it and began what would be the end of this all...
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Luna was shaking while in bed after she ran up to her room. She was alone since her parents were out to dinner. Her cell-phone rang out in the darkness, startling her. She waited for the tone to completely end before seeing what it was. It was a text message. From Kantano, and read "I'll be waiting on the school's roof"
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The door to the roof opened and in walked Luna. She saw a blue gym bag on the bench. Curious, she kept walking on. When she reached the bench, a familiar male voice spoke. "So, tell me. Did you ever go the the hospital? The doctors there work wonders" the vixen spun around to the source of the voice. Taisuke stood there, eyes distant, emotionless. "I didn't go.." Luna admitted. "And, why is that?" Taisuke asked. "Because I'd never go to any hospital you'd reccomend!" Luna shouted. "or is it because you lied?" Taisuke continued, looking up at Luna. "All you had to do is tell him you were having his baby. Then breaking him off from you would be a breeze." "Screw you!!" Luna screamed. Taisuke stepped forward. "So I'm the liar?"
Luna grabbed her belly. "I really am pregnant!!"
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"Then why hesitate on getting a pregnency test done?" Luna flinched. She didn't expect that comeback. She couldn't hold back tears anymore. "It's no fair! I wanted to be Kantano's lover too, y'know!!" Luna sobbed "I was in love! Why else would I let him do whatever the hell he wanted to me!?" Taisuke's eyes narrowed. "Is that so? I'm sure Kantano would understand." He held out his arm to the forgotten gym bag. "He's waiting right over there..."
Luna hesitated. She had a bad feeling about what would be in the bag. Every screaming urge kept telling her to not open the bag. She just had to though. When the vixen peered inside, she went wide-eyed. She stumbled back in horror and vomited. Inside the bag, was Kantano's severed head.
As she coughed and spat, Taisuke took out something. "Mind if I take a look?" He unwrapped the cloth around the top and revealed a bloody dozuki. He positioned it in his hands and spoke. "I'd really like to see... that baby of yours..." He lunged towards Luna with the last four words. She panicked and tried to take out the knife concealed within her jacket's pocket. Taisuke anticipated that though, and knocked her hand away. Luna's eyes were filled with absolute terror as the dozuki was positioned at her neck. Taisuke smiled evily and pulled the dozuki back.
SPRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT! A large spray of blood shot out from the wound of the dozuki. Within a few seconds, Luna's eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed onto the floor. Taisuke crouched down to the vixen's corpse and began the deed.
\-PRCHT!- -CRCHT!- -PRCHT!-
Taisuke stood up, blood covering his hands and arms. He looked down onto the corpse. "Just as I thought. Looks like you were lying after all..." He paused and then finished with the truth.
"There's nobody inside you..."
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Well then...
That really was bloody and violent.
The dialogue was based off StrawberryCreme26's dub version, by the way (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyVUGbh9eSg Watch it! It's really good!)
Sorry if there were a lot of breaks but I tried to keep true to the scene changes of the actual event! | FSE |
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