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Donald (Donnie) Grimes is a tall good looking eighteen year old boy. He has an athletic build, but never played any organized sports. His muscular six-foot frame is due mainly to his dedication to lifting weights in the high school gym. He counts many girls among his friends, but regrettably none are his girlfriend. Donnie has a way of turning girls into 'just friends' and has no idea why he always ends up in the 'friend only' category. Donnie's Mother is named Karen and he inherited her blonde hair and blue eyes. His winning smile and friendly personality was inherited from his father, Robert (Rob). Donnie is always invited to all the high school parties, but never hooks-up with the girl of his choice. He can never understand how he manages to turn off all likely prospects. His frustration is so strong he turns to his Dad for advice. "Dad, how did you manage to get Mom to be your girlfriend?" "I'm not sure I understand what you are asking, Son. We just met and fell in love and soon after that we married." "How did you make Mom fall in love with you? How did you keep her from putting you in the 'friend only' category?" "Well first of all, Son; you don't MAKE anyone fall in love with you. Love is something that happens between a man and woman when they find they are compatible. They are generally attracted by chemistry and build a relationship from there." "Well...I have been attracted by chemistry to a lot of girls and at first they seem to be attracted to me. Things go well for a while, but I eventually end up in the 'friend' category. What am I doing wrong?" Rob thought for a minute and then said, "I can tell you how to manage a boy-girl attraction from a man's point of view, but you will need to get input from your mother on what the girl is looking for in a relationship." "I would feel too awkward talking with Mom about romancing a girl." "I don't know why you would feel awkward. What better source about what a girl wants than your own Mother? She can tell you exactly what attracted her to me. She's your Mom and she wants you to be happy. You can count on her for the best advice." "Okay...I'll think about asking Mom, but can you tell me right now how to win a girl over to the boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?" Rob suggested they move their father-son conference outside by the swimming pool. He wanted their conversation to be private; just two guys talking about courting the female species. Rob tried to start with the basics because he didn't know where his eighteen year old son fell on the birds n' bees scale. "When a girl is attracted to a boy, it's often way too subtle for him to pick up. But...don't worry, because there are a few female body language signs that indicate she likes you. However, you have to pay real close attention to notice them because many of them aren't very clear. You have to mainly watch her eyes. If you are busy gawking at her tits, you will miss the signs. You will also run the risk of turning her off. You come off looking like a creep if you constantly stare at her tits." "Well...that's probably one of my problems. I have always been fascinated with tits. I usually spend a lot of time talking directly to their tits." "That's YOUR body language sending her the wrong message. You don't want to stare at her tits because as I said that can creep a girl out." Donnie knowingly shook his head in agreement. Rob continued with his fatherly advice. "Well...I can see that body language is the area we need to work on first because it's often tough to figure out whether a girl really feels attracted to you or not. She may just be trying to be polite and doesn't want to hurt your feelings. Better to know the truth straight up, don't you think? As I said a minute ago, when a girl is attracted to a boy, it's often way too subtle. "Okay...so I first focus on not gawking at her tits. What DO I need to concentrate on?" "Watch her body language, her facial expressions, her hands AND her eyes. Sometimes she will to play with her hair or touch her neck. When a girl is playing with her hair, I see that as showing off her feminine side. It's womanly and she's only trying to capture the attention of the person she is interested in at the moment. From my experience, when a girl intentionally does these things when chatting with you, she's just trying to show you she is into you chemically speaking. If she consistently does this stuff, you are good to go in the "like" department. Often, she's going to twirl her hair. However, beware; this move can also signify she's board and wants to move things along a little faster. Watch her eyes for clues." "I've heard people talk about body language, but never gave it much thought. Do girls really give off involuntary signals with their body language?" Donnie asked. "Absolutely...body language is something they can't always control. She may not even be aware she is giving off these signals. You must learn to watch for them. When a girl raises her eyebrows with a smile, she's showing you pleasure. Translation...she likes you. Often when a girl likes a boy, she will unconsciously raise her eyebrows and might even lower her eyelids sort of shyly. She could lick her lips to catch your gaze or perhaps blink her eyes. Just be alert to them all. Also, keep in mind if the girl is shy, she might be very subtle with any of these body language signs, so you'll have to pay close attention." "I think I like knowing about body language. For one thing it will help me to not dwell on her tits so much. What are some other signals I need to watch?" "The giggle is another sign. When a girl giggles, she's simply bringing out her fun-loving youth. She wants you to know that she is fun and alive and easygoing. If she makes eye contact with you when she's giggling, that's a fantastic signal she is into you. The eyes are the secret to the soul, right?" "So, I've heard." Donnie remarked. "Also watch for the back arch. When a girl arches her back, this makes her legs and breasts the center of attention. She's unconsciously trying to emphasize her body in order to get your attention. Often girls will do this to capture undivided attention from far off. Just be sure you don't mix this up with her just trying to stretch." "What do you mean by back arch?" "It means she sticks her butt out to obviously draw attention to her feminine attributes. Arching her back in a suggestive manner (basically sticking her butt out) reflects behavior which almost every female mammal exhibits during estrus. Estrus is the sign that all our male mammalian cousins are waiting to see. The female has approved of his mating dance and is sexually receptive. I don't want to get too far ahead of myself, so why don't we hold that particular signal until you are older and ready to seek a permanent mate. I think your Mom would object to me telling you about the mating dance at your age." "Hey...if it's the female's way of telling me she wants to get laid, I'm all for learning about it right now." "We will table that for right now. I am more interested in teaching you how to stay out of the 'friend only' category. When you are financial able to support a wife and child without my help, we can discuss ways of getting you laid." "Okay," Donnie sighed. "Girls have a very specific look they are going to give when they are interested in a boy. She will likely raise one shoulder and half look back over that shoulder at you, so you get a side profile. Apparently, this is supposed to be a seductive look, the one you will see girls use when posing in a magazine. Keep your eyes open for this one. There are dozens of ways a girl can use her lips to pique the interest of a guy. One of the popular ones is applying lipstick slowly and seductively. Some girls choose to eat their food in a slow and sensuous manner; one that is meant to arouse a guy. If she's sucking seductively on her straw or pausing with a banana or strawberry in her mouth, she's definitely trying to tell you she likes you with body language." Donnie grinned real big and scooted closer to his Dad. Rob realized he was getting back into the art of seduction area. "Wait a minute; let's hold off on that one also, it sounds like I'm telling you how to seduce a girl." "Look Dad...I know you don't intend to teach me how to go out and lure a girl into my bed, but don't you at least think I should know what the signs are if a girl is wanting to have sex with me? I don't want the reputation of being sexually stupid. It would be embarrassing if a girl is trying to relay the message she wants to have sex me and I sit there like a dork. I can always turn her down gracefully without destroying her ego and our friendship." "Okay...you have a point. Just promise me you will not discuss any sensitive father-son stuff like that with your Mom. You know the stuff I am talking about. I don't need her on my ass for leading you astray." "I promise, Dad." Donnie spent the next two weeks practicing the body language technics he learned from his Dad. He found out immediately there was a lot of truth to what his father had said. Donnie noticed right away a change in how the girls related to him. He still felt awkward when it came to initiating a kiss. He decided to ask his Mom about that issue. "Mom...Dad told me about watching a girl's body language to see if she is attracted to me, but how do I know when it's okay to kiss a girl? Sometimes when I lean in for a kiss she may offer a cheek instead of her lips or she holds me at bay with her hand. It's embarrassing when that happens." "I understand what you are saying, Donnie. Knowing if someone will be receptive to a kiss can be the source of quite a bit of anxiety. However, it doesn't need to be. If you know what to pay attention to in someone's conversation and body language, you can actually tell pretty accurately how well you're doing and whether or not a kiss would be welcomed. Girls often communicate more subtly than boys. They very often use understated body language cues rather than words or blunt physicality. So, keep reading her body language to find out how in tune you are to that girl's kissing language and figure out if or when to make your move." "Wow, I never knew how important body language was until Dad told me about it." "Just what did your Dad tell you about body language?" "Oh...pretty much what you are saying. I need to watch their eyes and facial expressions." "There's no single sign that someone wants to be kissed, but you can pay close attention to how she engages and interacts with you to get insight into whether she might welcome your affection. Things such as; Does she hold eye contact? Does she smile and laugh? Does she keep glancing at your lips? If so, it may be a sign she's thinking about kissing." "Wow...that seems pretty easy. I just need to pay more attention to what she does and less attention to what I want her to do." "Slow down buddy. I didn't mean to over simplify. None of this is guaranteed to work 100%, but if you pay attention, it's often relatively easy to pick up on her feelings about the relationship between the two of you. However, there are a lot of other things that need to be taken into consideration." "Like what?" "Pay attention to her level of enthusiasm during conversations. If she seems bored or anxious to get through the date, it's most often a pretty clear sign she's not going to feel ready for a kiss. If she's enthusiastic during the date and suggests you go somewhere else to prolong the date...like to get coffee, go for a walk, etc., it's a good sign that she's enjoying the date and may be open to a goodnight kiss." "What else should I watch for?" "Read her posture. Note how she holds her body when you're together. If she turns her body towards you (shoulders, chest, and legs or feet) that's a positive sign. If she leans forward and keeps her arms open rather than crossed, those are all positive body language cues. An open posture, while a good sign, needs to be taken in context as part of a series of positive cues. A girl may have open and engaged body posture but may be feeling friendlier towards you than amorous. If she gets close enough to touch and/or frequently leans into your personal space, that's often a strong indicator of interest. Just be sure she isn't leaning in simply because it's hard to hear you." Donnie had renewed confidence after his talk with his Mom. He went to work quickly plying the techniques learned from his Dad and his Mom. He noticed a great improvement in his new relationships with the girls in his class. He was out of the 'friend only' category and had girls actively seeking to be his girlfriend. However; he wanted more. He wanted to get laid. He needed to go back to his father and learn how to get into a girl's pants. "Dad I need to know more about the signals a girl gives off when she is sexually aroused. You know...just so I don't look stupid." His Dad knew exactly what Donnie had on his mind. The boy is a normal horny teenager and naturally wanted to experience sex with a girl. Rob thought back to when he was Donnie's age and decided to give him the benefit of his teenage experiences. "Remember...you can not tell your Mom I told you this stuff. You promised to keep it between the two of us." "I promise to keep it between the two of us," Donnie answered. "Okay...you need to learn the difference between a girl's blushing and flushing. Both result in a red face. When a girl blushes, this is a simple biological reaction to a simplistic excited emotional state. She could just be shy or embarrassed but more often than not, this is a body signal she likes you. When a girl is deep with pleasure or sexual arousal, she will change her shade to deep red, so keep your eye out for that. That's what I call flushing and it can be an indicator she is ready for sex." "Now that's the kind of stuff I need to know, Dad. What else should I watch for?" "Pay attention to her breathing. When a girl is really attracted to a guy, or she is contemplating sex with him, her breathing will in fact increase noticeably. Maybe not noticeable to her, but you will certainly recognize it. On the other hand, if she's having some sort of anxiety attack, that doesn't necessarily mean she likes you. The difference should be pretty easy to spot. Also, watch to see if her nostrils are flaring nicely. This one is completely uncontrollable. I can promise you; she isn't doing that on purpose. Experts report if a girl is sexually drawn to a boy, one positive body signal might be to flare her nostrils." "I should be writing this down. What else do I look for?" "If a girl is willing to actively reach over and touch you anywhere, this is a solid signal she really does like you. Otherwise she would keep her hands to herself. Girls only touch boys they are comfortable with. "Keep going, Dad...I want to know everything you know about seducing the opposite sex." "Just remember what I've told you so far and go out and experiment. It's tough to figure out whether a girl likes you or not by her female body language signs. But you do have to start somewhere. Reading body language has never ever been an easy thing. Partially, because girls aren't usually the first ones to approach a boy. Girls are good at flirting and that's truly hard for most boys to interpret. However, the body language does not lie because it's not a conscious action. In other words, it's really not controllable. My parting advice is go out and practice these techniques. Let me know how well they work for you. And remember when you are talking with Mom; we never had this conversation." In less than a week the premier event of the school year will take place at Donnie's high school. The annual football HOME COMING DANCE will be held in Donnie's high school gymnasium. The school was all a buzz with excitement. The school maintenance department was busy assembling the stage for the band and the dance committee was cheerfully hanging decorations. Donnie's parents were puzzled when he announced he had no plans to attend. This was his senior year and he would be going off to college in the fall. He still had no steady girlfriend, but he was now getting along fabulously with the girls in his class. Donnie's Dad pulled him into the den and asked if there was a problem that prevented him from attending the dance. Donnie just shrugged his shoulders and offered no explanation. His father lowered his voice so his wife couldn't hear the exchange between him and his son. "Look, Son...you told me you wanted to get laid. Well, the high school dance is bursting with opportunities to do just that. You will be surrounded by young high school girls who are soon to be college girls, and probably just as anxious as you to experiment. The dance will allow you to hold a girl close and not only see their reaction, but to feel and smell their emotions. You couldn't ask for a better setting." "I understand all that Dad. I am ashamed to admit it, but I don't know how to dance. "What do you mean, you don't know how to dance? I thought every kid getting ready to go off to college knew how to hold a girl in their arms and move around a dance floor." "Well...I don't. That's another reason I was always being put in the category of 'friend only'." "When you are dancing you can try all the techniques we discussed about getting a girl aroused. And all of it will seem natural to the girl. You can kiss her on the neck. You can nibble on her ear lobe. You can feel her nipples get hard against your chest. You can press your cock against her thigh. You can hear the change in her breathing. Before the dance is over you can almost have her begging for sex." "I know all that Dad, but I still can't dance." "Your Mom can teach you to dance in just a matter of hours." "I can't ask Mom to teach me to dance. I would feel like a real dork." "Nonsense...your Mom would be more than happy to teach you to dance. She loves you and wants you to find the girl of your dreams. I'll be glad to ask her for you." "No...Dad, I'll ask her. I just need to compose what I plan to say to her." "You know...I have another thought. You can try all those arousal techniques on your Mom while dancing and get a first hand look at how they work." "Daaaddd...I could never in a million years try any of those things with Mom. First of all, I would never have the nerve and second, she would kill me the first time I tried such a thing." "Your Mom might get mad at you and scold you, but that's better than getting slapped by a girl on the dance floor. And I guarantee her scolding won't be as embarrassing as getting slapped in public by a girl." "I'll ask Mom to teach me to dance, but I am NOT going to nibble on her earlobe or press my cock against her thigh. I don't want to do anything to cause her to lose respect for me." Donnie's first dance lesson with his Mom was a total disaster. He was nervous, tense and awkward. He stepped all over her feet. She finally suggested they dance bare foot in order to prevent her toes from being crush by his shoes. It was the first time he had held any female that close and it totally unnerved him. His second lesson was a little better. His Mom suggested they wear sweats and do stretch exercises before each lesson. It did help him to relax and take the edge off. She suggested he stop watching his feet and maintain eye contact with her. It would him not look so awkward on the dance floor. Donnie took his Mom's advice and looked her squarely in the eyes. He had looked at his Mom hundreds of times over the years but had never really seen her until now. When he gazed into her electric blue eyes it helped him to stop thinking about the dance steps, but it forced him to pay closer attention to his Mom's emotional expressions. He had never done that in the past and it had its pros and cons. Donnie had never noted the fullness of her pale lips or the sparkle in her stunning blue eyes when she smiled. He had never really noticed just how beautiful his Mom is or how fantastic she had kept her figure. Up until now she was just Mom; not this gorgeous sexy blonde he was holding in his arms. She was definitely a MILF. The palms of his hands became sweaty as he inhaled her subtle perfume and he started having thoughts he knew he shouldn't have about his Mom. That night Donnie masturbated in the shower and then again before falling asleep. He had wet dreams of stripping his Mom naked and sucking her breast and licking her pussy and sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. He woke up about 4 AM soaking wet from perspiration and his boxer shorts were full of cum from his wet dreams. He felt embarrassed and gave serious thought to canceling dance lessons with Mom. He didn't think he could get that near to her without get a massive hard. How could he explain his erection to his Mom? Donnie did a lot of soul searching and showed up for his dance lesson with a new resolve. He fully intended to experiment with every arousal technique his Dad had told him about. He didn't for one minute think his Mom would let him fuck her, but he did want to see just how those techniques worked on a real woman. If body language was truly involuntary, he wanted to see for himself just how effective the arousal methods were on his Mom. It may lead to a scolding from his Mom but he felt the knowledge gained would be worth it. Surely his Mom would forgive him for any stupid adolescent mistakes he made while trying to adjust to his new world of courting the female gender. Karen put a cd in the disc player that contained dozens of hits from the 60s that were great for slow dancing. The music started and they moved easily around the dance floor. Donnie held her at a distance at first so he could gaze into her eyes. His Mom held his gaze and smiled sweetly. She occasionally dropped her eyes to his lips then back to his eyes. That was suppose to be a sign she wanted to be kissed, but Donnie felt reasonably sure it was not the case. He pulled her in a bit closer and was shocked at how his body reacted to the closest of his Mom. He could feel her breast against his chest and things began to happen that were not suppose to happen when you are near your Mom. He liked it, but it was scary. After a couple of dances, they had both relaxed to the point that it felt natural for his Mom to rest her head on his shoulder. His confidence grew and he moved forward with his plan to experiment. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck where it intersected with her shoulder. She softly cooed but acted as though it never happened. He felt an erection beginning and moved his hips back to where it wouldn't make contact with his Mom. His Dad had told him that if he pressed his hard cock against a girl while dancing it was a sure sign she was receptive to more if she pushed back. It took Donnie awhile to get the courage to test his Dad's theory. He pulled his Mom closer and cautiously pressed his cock against her thigh. It took a second for it to register in her mind what had just happened. She gasped, sucked in a lung full of air and felt her panties flood with her vaginal moisture. She stepped away from her son and said, "I think it time for a break, Honey. How would you like a glass of ice tea?" She rushed toward the kitchen and Donnie could see she was a deep shade of red. Was she blushing or flushing Donnie thought to himself. Did he make her mad or did he actually arouse his Mom? He didn't know, but what he did know was that he needed to go to the bathroom and relieve the pressure in his aching cock. He had to masturbate before his cock exploded. It took Karen awhile to calm down. She was experiencing feelings toward her son that she knew were forbidden. She decided they should suspend the dance lessons before she allowed something to happen that would change her life forever. They spent the rest of the afternoon on the patio drinking ice tea and chatting about the upcoming dance. At approximately five o'clock Rob called and informed Karen he was with an important client. He had to take the client to dinner and didn't think he would be home until late. Karen and Donnie were on their own as far as dinner. Karen decided to cook her special spaghetti and meatballs. Donnie offered to go to the bakery for a loaf of french bread. When Donnie returned he found his Mom had changed clothes. She was wearing a loose-fitting denim skirt and a white polo shirt. She had her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and she was nursing a glass of red wine. There was nothing unusual about drinking the red wine; she often had a glass of red wine with her spaghetti. What was unusual is she appeared as though she was a young teenager. She looked much younger than her 36 years. Donnie could tell she was braless because she jiggled with each step. They enjoyed a quiet dinner and casually chatted about things a mother and son would normally talk about over dinner. Karen had a second glass of wine with her dinner. After dinner they continued to talk and laugh. She poured a third glass of wine. As they spoke Donnie noticed his Mom was playing with her hair. Before his talk with his Dad he would've never paid any attention. He decided to see how many involuntary signals she would give off. She had been giggling throughout dinner and several times she had touched his arm or hand during conversation. Now she was gazing into her son's eyes and occasionally alternated between his lips and his eyes. All good body language signs that, according to his Dad, supposedly indicated she was open to further sexual overtures. The thought ran through Donnie's mind that if his Dad was correct his Mom just may be considering sex with him. He wanted to find out if that was truly the case. Donnie noted that his Mom was unconsciously stroking the stem of her wine glass as though it was a man's cock. His Dad had said that was a subconscious signal she wanted to stroke the cock of the man she was with. If that was true she is thinking about stroking his cock. The thought almost caused him to shoot off in his sweat pants. She also licked her lips several times and flared her nostrils. Her eyes had been dilated all evening, but he thought that was due to low lighting. If his Dad was right she was in a high state of sexual arousal. The only way he could confirm that was to get her back on the dance floor and implement the other arousal techniques his Dad had taught him. "Mom...why don't we practice my dancing some more since Dad won't be home for another two or three hours?" "Okay...let me finish this glass of wine and clear the dishes from the table and I will meet you in the den" Donnie took her by the hand and said, "Gulp down that last swallow of wine and leave the dishes for later." She quickly swallowed the last of her wine and allowed him to lead her by the hand into the den. The den was dimly lit by the light from the kitchen and Donnie suggested they leave the lighting as it was. He said the ambiance was like it would be at the school dance. Karen turned on the cd player and took her place in her son's arms. She snuggled close and rested her head on her son's shoulder. The wine had created a slight buzz and she was feeling unlike what a mother should feel while dancing with her teenage son. Donnie wasted no time and kissed his Mom on the neck again. He felt her nipples get hard as they pressed against his chest. He ran his hand up her back to confirm she was truly braless. She most certainly was. His cock was gradually growing into its full hardened girth. He took a deep breath and deliberately pushed his hips forward until his hard cock made contact with her thigh. This time she didn't pull away. She purposely pressed into his hardness. At this point they were no longer moving about the dance floor. They were standing in one spot swaying to the music. Donnie nibbled on her earlobe and heard her release a huge breath of air and relax in his arms. He kissed her on the cheek, then the forehead, the nose and finally planted a light kiss on her lips. At first, she didn't respond, but then she slowly parted her lips enough to let him explore with his tongue. After a few seconds she pressed her tongue to his mouth and their tongues wrestled. He calmly moved his hand under her shirt and caressed her breast in his palm. She heaved a low sigh and ground her pelvis hard against his cock. Donnie thought he was going to shoot his wad in his pants right at that very moment. She reached down and grasped his hard cock in her hand and stroked him through his pants. It caused him to have an orgasm so powerful his legs gave way. He had to stumble back and sit on the over-sized sofa. His Mom dropped to her knees in front of him and stripped his sweat pants and cum filled boxers off, and then tossed them aside. She gazed into his eyes and then lowered her mouth to his still cum flowing cock. She sucked out the rest of his cum, cleaned the whole area with her tongue and then smiled up at her son. He pulled her up to his lips and gave her a passionate kiss. Not a son to mother kiss, but a lover to lover kiss. He gently laid her back on the sofa, pushed her skirt up to her waist and started kissing her thigh from the knee up to her panty covered vagina. He had seen this on his favorite porn site. She moaned and cooed and opened her legs wide to offer him total access. He nuzzled her clit through her panties with the tip of his nose. She lifted her hips to help him remove her panties. He blew his warm breath on her pussy and watched her clit slowly poke itself out from its hood. This was something else he had seen on the porn site. When it was fully exposed Donnie sucked her clit into his mouth and swabbed it vigorously with his tongue. Karen instantly closed her thighs securely around his head and held him there while she shuddered and convulsed through a massive orgasm. Once she stopped squirting her cum, she collapsed back on the sofa and fell unconscious. Donnie thought at first, he had harmed her, but within a couple of seconds she recovered and pulled him in for another passion filled kiss. "Get your cock in me immediately," she moaned. Donnie squared himself above her and grabbed both her hips with his hands. She took his hard-teenage cook in her right hand and guided it into her soaking wet pussy. He pressed his erection, fully engorged, into her crotch and she pushed up to meet him. He slid into her with surprising ease. She was dripping wet with anticipation. Donnie marveled at how wonderful his Mom's pussy felt as it gripped and squeezed and sucked him to her deepest depth. He had never had his cock a pussy before. It was so velvety and smooth. They both moaned as the tension of foreplay finally gave way, and he slowly thrust forward until he was fully inside her tight pussy. He paused for a few seconds, his cock already pulsating in excitement. His heart was racing and his breathing quickened. He looked around the room and this was truly a fantasy come to life. He struggled not to cum with that first thrust. The pleasure was so gratifying that he did have a premature orgasm but didn't lose his hardness. Once the rush had subsided enough for him to continue, he pulled back slowly, and thrust into her again, this time faster strokes. She gasped. Faster again. Faster, then harder. He began a deliberate methodical in and out motion that sent chills through the both of them. His Mom would raise her hips to meet his thrust and he worked up to a pounding rhythm. She was panting noticeably, doing everything in her power to keep her moans soft enough to not alert the neighbors. This time of year, people often slept with their windows open. His balls slammed against her ass again, and again. Her tight wet pussy hugged every inch of his seven-inch cock as he slid in and out of her. Her breaths were getting shallower and faster, and he could feel her hips start to spasm and her legs shake beneath him. "Do it." she whispered. "Harder... fuck me harder, Donnie..." He squeezed her tits and she gasped a barely audible whimper. "Yesssss." He thrust faster, more violently, struggling to remain in control of his own orgasm until she came. It didn't take long. She experienced a series of small multiple orgasms follow by a major body shaking orgasm that sapped her of all her strength. Another pounding thrust and he felt her entire body buck under him. He held himself inside her, his grip still firm around her hips, and she bit her knuckles to stifle a scream as she came. Her pussy tightened around his cock and he could feel each wave of energy shooting through her, convulsing against him. Donnie wanted it to last forever, but his inexperience prevented him from holding off any longer. He finally exploded into his Mom's pussy with four massive bursts of semen followed by four or five smaller bursts. He rolled to his side totally spent. They fell asleep in each other's arms. Karen woke up with a start when she heard the overhead garage door grinding its way open. Dad was home. She quickly roused Donnie from his sleep and sent him scurrying to his bedroom. He clutched his sweats and boxer short to his body as he ran naked down the hallway. Karen threw on her polo shirt and stuffed her panties in the pocket of her denim skirt. Thank goodness Donnie hadn't bothered to remove her denim skirt. She grabbed a can of air freshener and sprayed away the smell of sex that hung heavily in the den. When Rob entered the kitchen, she was busy putting dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Rob was worn out from his long busy day. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and hustled off to bed. Karen followed about fifteen minutes later and found him sound asleep. She put on her nightgown and tipped-toed into Donnie's room. She needed to see if he had recovered from the shock of nearly being caught in an incestuous act with his Mom. She found him lying naked on his bed stroking a massive hardn. She sat in the edge of his bed and took over stroking his cock. Neither spoke a word. They both seem to be reliving the events of the evening in their minds. Donnie's cock twitched in Karen's hand. She knew he was about to erupt and increased the speed of her stroking. Donnie's ball sack tightened and it was obvious he was on the verge of another massive orgasm. As soon as she felt the pulsating she leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. He rewarded her with five ropes of semen. She gulped down every drop. "Thank you, Mom. Please tell me this is not a one-time thing." "It's not, Sweetheart. Your Dad is going to the cabin with friends this weekend to fish. He is leaving Friday afternoon right after work. They won't be back until late Sunday. That gives us Friday night, all day Saturday and Saturday night. And if we can still walk, we have Sunday until he gets back home." "I'm all for that, Mom. Do you think you can put up with me that long?" "Honey...if you only knew how long I have dreamed about fucking you, you wouldn't even ask that question."	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Text: Amelia looked at the gaggle of scientists around her. "So let me get this straight," she asked, "somehow, one of your weather balloons floated on up, and ended up getting stuck, and now you want me to retrieve it?" An elderly looking scientist stepped forward, his bald head glinting under the florescent lights of the meteorology outpost. "Er, yes." he responded. "We sent it up a day ago. It wasn't meant to last but four or five hours up there, but apparently our pressure gauge malfunctioned and it was underfilled." He gained a much more serious demeanor suddenly. "Understand of course that you need not undertake this endeavor, if it lies out of the scope of your abilities." Amelia let out a hearty laugh at this. "You kidding, this sort of thing is what I'm all about! Balloons and I get along quite well. You could say I'm even part balloon myself!" To emphasize her point, Amelia puffed her breasts with helium, the large orbs swelling against her spandex suit. She put her arms behind her head and struck a mock sexy pose. To her surprise, none of the scientists reacted at all, each one in fact had a rather worried look on their face. Amelia sighed and relaxed her stance. "Alright, what's the catch? That routine never fails to rouse the crowd unless something's up." A short brunette piped up from the back. "Well, according to the GPS tracker on the instruments, the balloon is stuck up around 15,240 meters high." She concentrated for a moment before adding, "Or about 50,000 feet in American units." Amelia's eyes went wide. 50,000 feet? She'd never ventured that high before. Normally she kept below 26,000 feet. The lack of oxygen was no problem, as she could process her own helium to breathe, but even she started to feel the cold at that height. Not to mention the drop in pressure at that height would mean she'd end up huge. Amelia had never approached her limit, she didn't really even know what it was, but she wasn't eager to find out. But she smiled for the scientists, as Ms. Bouncer was a hero who never backed down. "Hmm, pretty high, but it shouldn't be a problem for me! Although, it might get a bit chilly up there. You wouldn't happen to have a space heater on you, would ya?" "Actually, we may have something that will help." The bald scientist strode over to a large white cabinet and opened it. He rummaged around in it for a few seconds before pulling out what appeared to be a white skintight hooded bodysuit. "This is an experimental high altitude suit we've been working on," he explained with enthusiasm. "It's designed to keep its user warm even in the most extreme conditions. We haven't gotten to installing the breathing mask, but with your unique ability to essential self-sustain aerobic respiration, that shouldn't be a problem." Amelia nodded. "That's great and all guys, but are you sure that suit will last? Remember I'm kinda a big girl..." Amelia patted the side of her bust to emphasize her point, a hollow thump resounding through the room. The scientist chuckled. "Not to worry," he assured Amelia "we made some modifications to account for that." He nodded to one of his compatriots, and the two each took an end of the suit. Amelia watched in amazement as each walked to an opposite end of the room, the suit easily stretching out along with them. "We modified the fibers in the suit to be quite resilient. They should accommodate your expanding form." The scientist signaled to his compatriots, who filed out the room. "If there aren't any further questions, we'll leave you to get changed." He nodded to Amelia before leaving himself. A few moments later, Amelia emerged from the outpost's interior, donning the white bodysuit. It hugged her curvaceous form tightly, feeling almost like a second skin. A small hole in the back let her pull her hair through, forming a ponytail that ran down her back. Amelia noted how comfortable the suit was, it felt like she was wearing a snug sweater. She saw the scientists sitting in a group, a radio by their side. After a brief moment of synchronizing her communicator, Amelia stepped away from the group. She flashed a smile back at the scientists, and with a moment of focus began to inflate. The tickle of helium swirling in her body did little to distract Amelia from her inner worries. 50,000 feet. She looked down at her breasts, watching them expand under the fabric of the bodysuit. She hoped her skin would be able to stretch far enough to handle the drop in air pressure. She wasn't eager to find out what popping entailed for her. Amelia shook her head, trying to clear such worries from her mind, and focused on her growth. Already, her breasts had grown to resemble punching balloons in size, her feminine orbs pushing both out and up against the suit. The same stood for below as her ass and thighs grew large enough to make seat cushions an obsolete notion. Amelia was extra-focused on inflating as evenly as possible this time as she would need every square iota of skin to stretch large enough. Focused as she was on her shape, Amelia was mildly surprised when she felt her feet leave the ground. A glance down showed the staring faces of the meteorologists and the ground they sat on falling away from her form. Thinking quick, she stopped the flow of helium inside her. Better to only add as much as needed this time. This meant Amelia's ascent was slow and ponderous, the noises of the Earth below fading gradually as she ascended. Soon all that was heard was the occasional hiss of gas as she gave herself the next puff upwards, swelling and stretching. She had to admit, the scientists suit was stretching nicely with her form, not a single tight spot or groan of taxed fabric could be heard. For a moment, she mused if the suit was more elastic than she was. Probably for the best if that was the case. Amelia didn't need to worry about freezing on top of popping. Time went by, and soon Amelia heard a crackle through her communicator. "Ms... -llo? Ms. Bouncer, come in!" Amelia seized the red ball around her neck. "Ms. Bouncer speaking! How may I be of assistance?" "Ah, good, we can hear you loud and clear." The scientist on the other end sounded nervous. "How are you doing? The suit's tracker indicates you're around 20,000 feet. The air pressure drop is likely beginning to affect you." Amelia looked down at her bust. It enveloped her vision, a field of white fabric spanning before her. She could indeed feel how the helium inside her was pushing outwards harder and harder, even though she wasn't inflating herself. Her butt too was stretching, creating a booty that could act as a large bookshelf. Amelia patted her burgeoning bust as she replied. "Yeah, I notic-". She gasped as she heard her voice come out a few decibels higher than average. "Yeah, and I think my body is processing helium as air already." A hearty laugh came out the other end. "Not to worry, you still sound fine! You're on course to intercept the balloon. Let us know if anything goes wrong, and don't hesitate to bail out if needed." Amelia gave a nervous nod to nobody in particular as she rose up. Looking around past her growing curves, she saw the horizon stretching out all around her. The curvature of the Earth became more and more apparent as she rose higher and higher, the deep blue of the sky beginning to turn black. Every molecule of helium in Amelia's body seemed to be going crazy, forcing her bigger as the pressure in her sought to equalize. Her breasts now stood larger than Amelia had ever seen. Each tit dwarfed her body, a pair of weather balloons in their own right. Though the suit covering her body didn't protest, Amelia could hear faint creaks coming from her body. For the first time in her life, Amelia wondered if she was approaching her limit. And still higher she went. The thinning air seemed to pull at her, making her breasts stretch and stretch. Amelia didn't even have the bravery to check on how big her ass had blown up. She was too preoccupied with her breasts. She could feel a pang of pressure now as each breast grew bigger and bigger and bigger. A much louder rubbery groan sounded, and images of rubber scraps flashed through Amelia's mind. Part of her wanted to abandon the mission, this weather balloon wasn't worth risking popping. But then what, go explain to those scientists that she couldn't handle a little pressure while looking at all their sullen faces? No, she was Ms. Bouncer and she was going to see this through. Screwing her eyes shut, Amelia focused on keeping herself together while trying to ignore how distant her nipples felt or how the creaking was getting louder. I can do this, not gonna pop, not gonna pop, oh God I'm so big I can feel my skin stretching, please I don't wanna- Amelia's inner chant was interrupted as her communicator sprung to life. "Ms. Bouncer, you're almost there!" the meteorologist said, excitement in his voice. "You should be in visual range of the balloon!" Amelia craned her neck up, and sure enough it was there. A glinting silver orb standing out against the black sky. It held its payload aloft, just out of reach now. Amelia stretched an arm up, grabbing at the balloon as it came into reach. Before it came into reach however, the bundle of instruments thumped against the top of her breasts, causing a thumm to echo across Amelia's bust as the package deflected towards her. She barely managed to snatch the string as it drifted by, and the moment she had the instruments secured she was venting helium, shrinking away from the point of bursting. Slowly her curves pushed in as helium was lost and the air pressure increased. The black sky turned blue and the dot of the city expanded as buildings came into view. As her curves shrank, she was able to aim herself towards the observatory, her precious payload clutched tight atop the still sizable expanse of her breasts. Soon, Amelia was drifting down into the gaggle of waiting scientists. They eagerly retrieved the instruments, each one thanking her for her efforts or asking how the suit held up. She smiled back, answering questions and showing off at request, but soon she was clad in her old spandex, waving goodbye as she took to the sky. She was eager to get some time to herself after that scenario. Tracing a finger idly over a breast as she floated back home, Amelia couldn't help but ruminate over what had happened. "I was so big," she wondered aloud, "I actually felt myself stretching to keep up." She let out a loud laugh as she looked up, watching a few sparse clouds drift by. She knew deep down she likely couldn't go that high ever again. 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This story is a complete work of fiction. All characters in this story are of 18 years of age. All pictures in this story are owned by me. Its set in the fictional suburb of River-hill. This time its the story of a young high school girl named Allison who befriends the new girl Cera who has moved in with he family next door and also goes to her high school. They become great friends. But Cera has a "secret". I hope that you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am writing this story from the point of view of Allison. I'm Allison. I am 18 years old and a senior at high school. While I have a small pert body, my breasts have grown quite a bit. Not that they are large or anything, but I like them. I have blonde hair, which I usually style in one way or another. I like to consider myself a nice friendly person. I believe in the kindness of people and always try to be nice to everyone. <img src"/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_08/hfernandez1983_me-and-cera-a-big-surprise01.jpg" height"304" width"469" /> Yup. That's me. I happen to be a good student at school and have been getting straight A's. I hope to go to Yale one day so that I can become a lawyer. Its been a dream of mine for a while now. Especially since that's what my dad does. I have seen him fight the good fight and he has made a very successful living at it. Its his inspiration that drives me to go ahead and do the same. My mom's pretty supportive of it too. But she had hoped that I would go into the field of medicine just like she did. She's a pediatrician and runs her own clinic. Life is pretty much good. But do you ever get that feeling that there are things that happen to you that change your life forever? I know I do. This is the story of me meeting Cera. An 18 year old who just moved in next door to us and joined my high school. She and her family had moved in a few weeks ago and our families had quickly become acquainted. Her parents Micheal & Ada Parker were a nice handsome couple. Her dad was a big time stock broker and her mother works as a chef. I still remember that day when they moved in. Me and my family went out over to their house to meet them and get acquainted. "Hello we are the Walkers. We live right next door and though we should come introduce ourselves." said my dad.* "Hi, I am Ada. Nice to meet you. I swear I was just thinking of coming over to your house the other day to say hello, but the unpacking was a bit rough. We just got settled in." said Ada.* Just then her husband a nice handsome man in his early 40's walked up. "Hey. I am Michael." he said.* "Hi. I am Mark. This is my wife Jennifer." said my dad.* They all shook hands. "Oh, why don't you guys come in and we can have some lemonade and get to know each other." said Ada.* "Ok. That sounds nice." said my mom.* We all walked through the front door. Now this house was not as big as ours but it was a very nice house. The adults were all talking to each other as we all walked in and then I saw her. A young girl walking down the stairs in a sweat shirt, Capri-jeans and sneakers. <img src"/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_08/hfernandez1983_me-and-cera-a-big-surprise02.jpg" height"322" width"469" /> Cera She was gorgeous, I thought. My heat fluttered. I don't know what was happening. But the instant I laid eyes on her, I knew I was attracted. I don't know why, I liked boys. But there was something about her. She had inherited some of her Asian features from her mother Ada who was from Japan. She had the most beautiful pair of eyes and long silky black hair. She had a nice body frame but her breasts were not huge. Her hips were a little out but not a lot. "Oh uh, this is our daughter. Cera." said Michael.* "Hello." she said with a sweet voice.* "These are the Walkers and our neighbors." said Michael.* "It's nice to meet you." she said.* "This is our daughter Allison." said my mom.* "Hey." she said.* But I just stood there. Staring. "Ummm. Are you ok?" asked Cera.* I remember finally waking up like I was in a dream state. "Uh. Oh sorry. Yeah. I am all right." I said with a stupid weird face.* Cera giggled. "Cera. Why don't you and Allison go upstairs and show her your room and we'll all be here downstairs." said Ada.* "Yeah. That's cool. If Allison is fine with it." said Cera as she turned her gaze to me. I think I was going into a trance once again.* "Uh. Oh yeah. That's cool." I said.* We headed upstairs to her room. It was almost as spacious as my room. She had a single bed to a corner of the room. She had a pretty nice television right next to the bed. I also noticed that Cera had a lot of posters of different Japanese anime all over her room. "Wow. That is a lot of posters." I said.* "Yeah. I am kind of a geek for Japanese Anime." she said.* I turned around and saw a big rack full of dvds stacked up. I walked over and checked it out. "You seem to have a very big collection." I said.* "Yeah. I just love that stuff so I collect whatever I can." she said.* "Well I am not a fan of this stuff. But I do like to watch a lot of movies." I said.* "Ok." said Cera.* "So, how are you liking it so far over here?" I asked her.* "It's alright. It's not the same, but I know I'll get used to it." said Cera.* "Well it may seem boring around here, but its a nice place. I like it. People think there's not a lot to do around here. But there's plenty. There's a lot of good places to go eat, to shop and stuff." I said.* "Ok. Nice." she said.* "Maybe, I can take you sometime." I said not trying to seem too forward.* "Yeah. I'd like that." she said.* She flashed me a smile. A smile that made me tingle. I smiled back. From that day on we were the best of friends. We went to school together. We sat next to each other in class. We studied together (well...most of the time anyways). And we hung out together. A LOT! My attraction towards Cera wasn't helping me at all. I caught myself staring at her from time to time. Sometimes she would notice and sometimes she wouldn't. She hadn't said anything so far, so I thought I was ok. My problem was that I was really conflicted. I have dated boys but things were never serious. I hadn't had sex yet. Yes, I am a virgin. I just didn't understand how I could be attracted to a girl. Maybe it was just my hormones. I don't know. I couldn't talk to anyone about this. My parents are very open minded people, but I just didn't know how to talk about something like this. Plus it didn't help that Cera was so just so wonderful. She was thoughtful and she was really really nice. Plus she was just so gorgeous. Guys at school would line up to date her. Me on the other hand, I would get asked out but I just started to reject all the boys. Well mostly because all the good ones were taken. And that made it even more difficult because I constantly would keep thinking about Cera. SLAM! I came back to earth as I heard a locker door closing. "Allison!" said Cera. "Huh?" I said. "Where are you lost?" she asked. "Sorry. I was just thinking something." I said trying to avert my gaze from here. "You seem to be really distracted lately." said Cera. "I am fine. I am just tensed about the test Mr. Karpov is going to have us do today." I lied. "Hahaha. Babe, we study together. And you're better prepared than me. You know everything, so why are you worried?" she asked. "I don't know. I guess its just nerves." I said. She gave me a funny look. I didn't know what to make of it. It was as if she didn't believe me. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yeah. Why?" I said. "I don't know. Lately you seem distracted and a little disconnected. You only want to study. We haven't hung out like we used to. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" she asked. "I'm sure." I lied again. "Ok. Let's just go take the test. Then we're off anyway. I still want to talk." she said. GULP! We headed into Mr. Karpov's class. The test started, but I struggled. Struggled to get the answers. It was awful. The whole time I was thinking about what Cera said. She wanted to talk. About what? I kept racking my brain about what it could be. I just didn't understand. I did the best I could with the test. I just hoped that Mr. Karpov would be kind enough to give me a good grade. Cera caught up to me as I was walking out. She caught me at the exit. "Hey, where are you going so fast." she said. "I was just going to wait outside." I said. "How was the test?" she asked. "It was ok." I said. "I just hope I get a good grade. Karpov can be a hard ass sometimes when it comes to grading." "I wont argue with that!" she said laughing. We walked in the parking lot towards Cera's car. Her parents had bought her a car 2 weeks ago when she got her license. She unlocked the car and we got in. I heard the engine roar and we were headed back home. "So, Lloyd was asking about you. Again." she said. "What?" I said. "This is the third time he's asked about you. Why don't you go out with him?" she asked. This was always a topic. Boys. And why I wasn't dating anyone. If only I could tell her why I didn't want to date anyone. "He's alright and all, but...I don't want to date him. He's too needy. That's exactly why Melissa dumped him in the first place." I said. "Ok...Melissa dropped him because she started dating Jared." said Cera. "Seriously? Jock Jared. The big muscly guy on the football team?" I asked. "Yeah. Rumor has it he popped her cherry and she did not want to go back to Lloyd after that." "Oh. So is that why you want me to date him?" I asked. "No. It's just that he seems like a nice guy. And you guys would look cute together." she said. "No. I am really not interested." I said. "Why?" she asked. "Is this what you wanted to talk about?" I asked. "Come on sweetie. I just want to see you happy." she said. "I am happy." I said. "Well, it would help to go out with someone once in a while." she said. "We go out. We hang out." I said. "I mean with a boy silly." she said. "All this talk. And what about you?" I asked haughtily. "What about me?" she said. "Why aren't you dating?" I asked. She became silent. "I just don't like anyone." she said. "That's not it." I said. "Well it is. Most guys just want one thing. They all line up in front of me and ask me out. But the few dates I've been on, they just want to get laid from the get go. And that's not happening." she said. "Why not?" I asked. "My reason's are my own." she said. Looks like I wasn't the only one holding something back. She wasn't telling me something and it was obvious. "Why not?" I asked again. "I don't want to talk about it." she said. "Come on we can..." I said but she cut me off. "Just leave it alone Allison." she said. I can see that I had frustrated her. I better not poke the bear I thought to myself. Especially when I am keeping my feelings about her inside of me. They could always erupt out in the worst possible way ever. We drove in peace the rest of the way. As soon as she parked, Cera didn't even say goodbye. Instead she just walked home and didn't look back. Damn! I must have really pissed her off. But I don't understand why. The next day we were silent all the way to school once again. The entire day went by without me and Cera talking even for a minute. It was highly unusual. I must have said something that obviously struck a nerve but I don't understand what. The day went by and it was brutal. We sat next to each other in class and even had lunch together but there wasn't a word out of her at all. Finally, the day had ended. I walked towards the parking lot and saw that Cera was already waiting there. She unlocked the car and we got in. Silence. It was killing me. I just wanted to talk to her. But she wasn't going to be the first one to break the silence. "Ok. Can you just stop the car." I said. "What? We aren't home yet." she said. "Just stop." I said. She stopped the car. "What's wrong? Why are you giving me the cold shoulder." I asked. "It's nothing." she said. "I obviously said something that upset you. I'm sorry." I said. "It's ok." she said. "Come on we can talk. Was it about you dating?" I said. She was silent. "Is it?" I asked. "Allison, there's things about my life that you don't know. Things that are complicated. And it has had bad outcomes when it has come to relationships for me." she said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I cant talk about it." she said. She seemed a little down. It was as if there was this weight on her shoulders and she couldn't let go. I leaned forward towards her and took her face in my arms. And then I did the unthinkable. I kissed her. She seemed a little surprised at first but I could feel her kissing me back. I broke the kiss. "What was that?" she asked. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you." I said and I put my arms up on my head and I leaned my head down. "Allison." said Cera. I couldn't stay quiet. I mean what was I supposed to say. I mean I wanted to say it but it was getting harder to breathe every second that I waited for the words to come out of my mouth. "Allison." she said and she put her hand on my shoulder. "I...I like you Cera." There. It was finally out in the open. And I would never be able to take it back. "You like me?" she asked a little surprised. "Yes. I like you. A lot!" I said. "Since ...when...?" she asked. "For a while now." I said. Silence. It was killing me. The look in her eyes. I just wanted to kill myself. I leaned towards the door to try to get out. She figured out I was trying to run away and locked the door and grabbed my hand. She pulled me towards her and we kissed once again. This time I was in for the shock. "What was that for." I asked. "I don't know." she said and smiled. She leaned in again and we sat there in the car as we continued to kiss. That day was a turning point for us. Whenever we were alone, bet it her place or mine or her car or wherever the hell it was that we could be alone and when no one was watching, we would always kiss. She was such a great kisser. Every time we kissed my body would melt. My stomach would flip. And I knew I was always getting wet! She really knew her way around. We had spent many evenings out in the back seat of her car making out. Hell I would touch her breasts and she would moan. She would play with my boobs and I would go over the edge. Tonight of all nights at River-hill bay, she pulled my panties aside and started to rub my clit. I felt these weird sensations riding through my body. Each time she would touch my clit and rub it it would send a jolt of electricity down my spine. I could sense that she was just as hot as me. I put my hand on her thigh and started to move in closer towards her crotch. But she sensed my hand moving up and then gently put her hand on mine and moved it away. I didn't think much of it and let her do what she wanted. She put one had around me and squeezed my tit while the other lay on my pussy as she played with me. She would kiss me every once in a while while she would squeeze my bosom and play with my cunt. And then finally I felt this huge rush surge through me. My orgasm hit me hard as Cera continued to fondle me. A few minutes later she stopped as my orgasm slowly died down. I was breathing hard and fast and I looked up at her. She was smiling back at me. I smiled back at her. "Wow. That was so fucking good!" I said. "I know." she said and she kissed me. We sat there in the backseat and continued to kiss as she snaked her tongue down my throat and still continued to grab my breast. I saw an opportunity and put my hands on her thigh. She was wearing a pair of Capri pants and I could feel the rough denim. I began to slowly move my hands up her thigh and she sensed it again and put her hand on my hand and slid it away. I broke the kiss and looked at her. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing. I...Can we not do that." she said. ""What? I just want to make you feel good sweetie. Just like you did to me." I said. "I don't know. Maybe next time." she said. I was curious as to why she was behaving so strange. "Ok. Next time I guess." I said. "We sat there as we kissed for a while longer and then we saw the time. It was getting late and way past our curfew time. We decided it was best to get back. We held hands the entire way back as we giggled at what had just transpired. "Not only was this the first time someone else gave me an orgasm, but it was the first time I had done something like that in public. Ok, well not PUBLIC public. We were all alone but you get the gist of it. We reached back home and I quickly gave her a last big kiss good night and then opened the door and walked home. I opened the front door and walked in. I felt fantastic. "Well look at you all happy and excited." I heard dad say. "Oh my god. You scared me dad." I said. "Sorry. But you look so happy. Seems like you and Cera had a nice time hanging out tonight." he said. "Yes." I smiled. I mean I was ecstatic. I had a crush on her. I told her and she reciprocated. We were like those wild teenagers you saw on the movies making out everywhere they could. Except for one thing. When I had touched Cera tonight she had not once but twice moved my hand away. "Hey why so glum now?" asked dad. "Nothing." I said and moved towards my room. The thought had once again entered my mind. She obviously didn't want me to touch her. She made me feel good and I wanted to do the same, but she didn't want it. Why? I felt a little hurt. That thought kept me up almost the entire night. It really really bothered me. The next day I thought I would try talking to her, but something would happen just about the time when I was about to talk to Cera about it. Like Melissa coming over and sitting with us at lunch. Or when Josh Rockwell asked if Cera and I could drop him home on the way. Just like this 2 weeks past and the topic never came up. But it wasn't lost. I wanted to talk to her about it. Because in those 2 weeks, I had at least 6 more orgasms whereas Cera wouldn't even let me unbutton her jeans. She would go nude from the belly up but would never let me touch her nether region. It was really starting to bug me. It was just 2 weeks before summer break now. We were all alone at her place and were studying in the lounge downstairs. I decided today it was going to happen. One way or another. Either she would let me touch her or we were going to have a long talk which was definitely going to be very unpleasant. She was staring into her text book with a pencil in her hand and trying to work out a math problem. I slid my had under the table onto her hand and started to rub it. She noticed and looked up at me and smiled slyly. I leaned in and kissed her. "You look so cute when you're trying to work so hard." I said. "Stop it. We have to get this over with." she said. "Come on. We have the place to ourselves." I said naughtily and kissed her again. I placed my hand on her thigh once again and she instantly knew what I was about to do. Just as she felt my move just an inch, she jumped out of her skin and stood up straight. "Umm..." she tried to say. I just stared at her flustered. "What the hell Cera?" I asked. She just stood there. "Why do you react this way whenever I want to touch you?" I asked. "I...I..." she stammered. "Cera, why don't you tell me what's wrong!" I yelled. "I can't." she said. "Why not." I asked fuming. "I just cant." she said. "WHY?" I yelled. "I cant tell you Allison." she said. "What! I know you like me Cera. Your actions tell me so. So I know its not that you're not into me. That excuse is out the window. You're not a tease either. Because every time I touch you I know how hot you get. So what is the problem??" I asked her. "Allison...I...I cant..." she said. "Fine!" I said. I grabbed my books and walked out slamming the door. The next 3 days went by. Cera tried to call and text me a few times saying that she was sorry and that she didn't know what to say or how to explain things. BULLSHIT! I ignored the calls and the texts. I even asked mom to drop me to school on the way to work. I ignored her in the halls at school and the classroom too. I was furious with her and because she lacked the way to express herself made me fume with rage even further. On the fourth day, I didn't see her around school at all. I thought that she must be running late and didn't give it a second thought. But as the day went by and most of the classes started to get over I noticed that she had not turned up to school at all. Why? Why didn't she come to school? Do I really care? I decided that maybe she wasn't feeling well and that there was no point dwelling on the matter any further. That is until the next day when she didn't show up to school once again. Now I was beginning to worry. What was she trying to prove? That she was the one who was hurt? That twit! I decided that that as soon as I got home, I was going to storm over and ask her why hell she wasn't showing up to school. As the day got over and my rage was still at boiling point, I began to murmur to myself about what I was going to say to her. Just as I started to walk towards to my moms car, there she was standing outside the school. She looked pretty, just like any other day. I walked over to her. "What the hell! Where have you been? You haven't been to school since yesterday!?!?" I said angrily. "I'm sorry." said Cera. "What have you been doing these last few days! If you have the problem then you have to talk about it! You cant just miss school and then expect me not to worry." I said with more anger. "I said I'm sorry. You haven't been replying to my calls or my text's. I panicked and I don't know I just didn't know what to do. I stayed home and I needed to clear my head." she said. The look on her face told me that she really meant it. "Listen. Can we please talk?" said Cera. "Oh! Now you want to talk." I said. "Please Allison." she said. "I cant right now. Mom's waiting for me in the parking lot." I said. "Well, when are you going to get back home?" she asked. "Probably an hour." I said. "Can you come by my place?" she asked. "Maybe. I'll think about it." I said. "Please Allison. Just give me a chance. I will explain everything." she said. She had this pleading look on her face. It was enough to just see that face and make me agree with whatever she wanted. "Ok." I said. "Thank you." she said. She then turned and walked off. About a little over an hour later, I was standing outside Cera's house. I just stood there. Thinking. Should I go in? Should I not? Maybe she will just make some bullshit excuse? Maybe she'll say lets just stay friends. A million things were going on in my mind right then. I didn't know what to do. Somehow, I don't know how, my hand moved towards the doorbell and pushed it. A minute later, there she was. Standing there. Pretty as ever. All I wanted to do was kiss her. But I had to be strong. We needed to talk first. "Hey." she said. "Hi." I said. "I'm so glad you came." she said. "Let's just make it quick." I said as I moved inside, trying to be all tough. "Let's go upstairs and talk." she said. "Ok." I said. The house was empty. Just as it usually was at this hour. Cera's dad usually worked till late and her mom was only by 7pm. I walked behind her up the stairs, moving towards her room. As we climbed up the stairs I had a full view of her butt. Swaying as she moved up the stairs. It took all my courage not to stare. Finally we were inside her room. I missed this place. We usually hung out here most of the time. "Allison. I am so sorry for everything. I haven't been completely honest with you. I really really like you. You're the nicest person I have ever met. After that first kiss, I don't know I have just been going into over drive and there's things about me you don't know and I don't know how to tell you. I am afraid I will lose you and things will never be the same again." she said. She looked really upset. "I like you. But, I am afraid that this one thing about me will ruin everything between us." she said. "You know you can talk to me about anything. I have always spoken my mind. Why cant you tell me what's wrong." I said sympathetically. "I...I..." she stuttered. "What?!" I said. She then began to unbuckle her belt. Then she unzipped her jeans and pushed it down. I was absolutely not prepared for what I saw next. <img src"/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_08/hfernandez1983_me-and-cera-a-big-surprise03.jpg" height"323" width"469" /> Cera's big fat cock. Instead of a pussy, I was staring at cock! And a big fat one at that! My head started to spin. I fell onto the chair. "OH MY GOD!" I said as I put my hands on my face. She stood there with he hands behind her back. I didn't know how to react. This was a complete shock. "I'm sorry. I couldn't say it. But I am a transsexual." she said. My brain was reacting to the information that I was receiving. And then finally I spoke. "Is this the reason why you wouldn't even let me touch you. Why didn't you tell me before Cera." "I didn't want you to leave like every other person I got close to." she said. What she said did actually make sense. This was a BIG secret. And it would have been difficult to come out with. Most people would react badly to something like this. I can only imagine what all she must have gone through. "Did you really thing, that this would make me hate you?" I asked her with compassion. "I don't know. I was scared." she said. "I like you for who you are Cera. Not for what's between your legs. Don't you understand that?" "I'm sorry Allison." she said. I stared at her. Her smooth body. And then my eyes went on the big fat cock between her legs. I couldnt help but it, I wanted to touch it. Cera then began to pull her pants back on. "Wait." I said. "What?" she asked. I got up and moved towards her. I looked down at her cock and then looked into her eyes. "I want you Cera. I don't care if you have a dick or a pussy. I just want you." I said. And then I kissed her. We kissed passionately. Our tongues dancing inside each others mouths. "Take your clothes off." I said. "What? Are you sure?" she asked me. "Take your clothes off." I repeated. She took off her black punk t-shirt, her shoes and then her pants. I moved back and stood there. Admiring her body. Her nice small supple tits. He beautiful face. And the big monster between her legs. I undressed myself completely and stood there naked in front of her. She moved towards me. We began to kiss each other with passion and hunger once again. Apparently she wanted this just as bad as I did. We went at each other like animals. Our hunger for each other body was obvious. The next thing we knew we were on the floor making out. I gave myself complete to Cera. I had no control whatsoever with myself. "Lie down straight." she said. I complied with her. My pussy was exposed to her. She stared at it and began to touch her cock. She was not completely hard. And if it looked big earlier then now her cock looked even more menacingly big. She knelt down and then stuck her tongue on my pussy. <img src"/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_08/hfernandez1983_me-and-cera-a-big-surprise04.jpg" height"327" width"469" /> "OH Shit!" I exclaimed. This was the very first time she was sticking her tongue in my pussy. She had played with me, rubbed me and teased me, but today was the first time my pussy was getting some oral attention. She licked my clit softly bug gently. Each lick sending jolts of sensation all over my body. "Oh yeah. Oh shit shit shit!" I cried. "You like that babe?" she asked. "Yes. Please don't stop!" I said. She continued to lick the outer lips of my pussy while she rubbed my clit with her thumb. It was driving me insane. She would then stick her tongue inside my pussy and each time she would do that it would drive me even wild. I was getting really close to the edge. "Oh fuck. I am going to cum baby." I cried. She them continued to rub my clit faster. "Oh...Oh...Oh. FUCK!" I cried. My orgasm washed over me and began to rock my body. I began to shake and thrash around as my orgasm had hit me hard. Cera continued what she was doing while I oragasmed. It literally turned my body into jelly. Once it was over she stopped and got on the other side of me holding her cock in her hand. She looked at me while she stroked herself. "My turn." she said. She grabbed my head and then slapped my face with her big cock. <img src"/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_08/hfernandez1983_me-and-cera-a-big-surprise05.jpg" height"327" width"469" /> "Come on baby. Take my cock in your mouth." she said. As soon as I opened my mouth to take her cock in, she shoved it in straight. This was a side of Cera I had never ever seen before. Just a minute ago she was all loving and attentive driving me to orgasm. The next minute she was completely aggressive. Her cock hardly fit into my mouth. But she kept pushing it in. "Oh fuck! Yeah that is!" she yelled. I grabbed a hold of her cock and then began to suck it a little hard but soft. This was my first time sucking a dick and one that was that huge. I tried my best to take as much of her inside me as I could. But it was hard. ' "It's ok baby. I know you cant take the whole thing. Just take as much as you can and suck it Suck it hard.." she said. I then began to stroke her cock and then suck on it. This seemed to be driving her mad. "Ohhhh. That's the shit!" she said. "Is that good?" I asked. "Yes babe. That's so fucking good!" she said reassuringly. I continued on for a while trying to do my best to please her, just as she had pleased me a little while earlier. I then took her cock out of my mouth and stroked it gently as I looked up at her. I knew what I wanted. "Put your cock inside me." I said. "Are you sure? Have you...you know..." she said. "No. It's my first time." I said. "Seriously?" she asked. "Yes." I said. "I mean my cock is really big and you're a virgin. It's going to hurt like hell! Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked. "Yes! Now shut up and fuck me!" I said. Those words, were apparently enough for her. She lay down on her side and made me turn to my side as well. She then grabbed her cock and began to rub it on my pussy. She teased me. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. "We can stop anytime it begins to hurt." she said. "Please, don't tease me. Just put it in." I said. She aimed it at my pussy and then slowly applied a little pressure. It wasn't going in. She was huge and my pussy was really tight. She then pushed a little harder and I gasped. "OH FUCK!" I cried. The head of her cock had slipped inside. "Are you ok?" she asked. "Yes..." I said. She them slowly applied a little more pressure and pushed her cock a little more in. I was in pain and it felt like my pussy was being ripped to pieces. She noticed the pain on my face and eased off a little, her cock still inside me. She took her time. She would then pull her cock out and then slowly push it back in. She repeated this motion a few more times until her cock was halfway in. She stayed there for a moment and then with one more big push she had shoved her cock all the way inside! "OH MY GODDDD!" I cried. "Shhh. Are you ok? I can stop. Do you want me to stop?" she asked. "No. Keep going. Just go slow." I said. "Ok." She then began to rock her hips slowly. Pulling out and pushing into my pussy slowly and steady. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But after a few minutes I began to feel the pleasure a little. Slowly as she moved the pain was beginning to fade and the pleasure began to rise. <img src"/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_08/hfernandez1983_me-and-cera-a-big-surprise06.jpg" height"316" width"469" /> "Fuck. Your pussy is so tight." she said. I could only moan as she slowly assaulted my pussy with her giant beast. He movements started to become a little more faster. But she was aware that this was my first time, so she went slow. Every pump of her cock into my pussy was sending electric waves all over my body. I began to see stars. I bit my lip as it was all I could do from almost fainting with her cock inside me. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Your fucking cock is so huge! Oh fuck. It feels so good." I said. "Yeah? You like it sweetie." she said. "Yes I like. I love it." I said wantonly. She then stopped bushing her cock in and pulled out completely. I felt empty as soon as her cock popped out. "Lay on your back and raise your legs." she said. I once again did as she told me to. She then grabbed me by my thighs once again aimed her cock for my pussy and slowly began to push it inside once again. This time it was a little easier for her to push it in but it still hurt like hell! She again started to move slowly. Pushing and pulling out of my tight pussy. I was in complete ecstacy. <img src"/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_08/hfernandez1983_me-and-cera-a-big-surprise07.jpg" height"315" width"469" /> "Fuck! Look at that tight pussy taking my big fat cock!" said Cera. The sight of her cock digging into me sent her into an animalistic fervor. She then began to pump into me a little more hard and a little more faster. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!" I cried. She was now really fucking me hard and fast. I was nearing my second orgasm as she continued to fuck me. And then as she continued to pump into my it happened. My second orgasm hit me. I almost fainted as she fucked me while I came. It was really intense. But the fact that I was cumming didn't stop Cera from continuing her pounding. "Yeah baby. Cum all over my cock! Make it nice and wet." she said. My juices began to flow out of my pussy and on to her cock. She was not really hitting me hard with everything she had. This went on and on. "Play with your pussy while I fuck you!" she said. <img src"/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_08/hfernandez1983_me-and-cera-a-big-surprise08.jpg" height"303" width"469" /> I touched my clit and began to rub it. Cera began to move a little bit more slower. She started to show some signs of fatigue. But that just meant she could go in slower and harder at the same time. With every push of her cock into my pussy, I felt as if it was going in deeper and deeper. I continued to rub myself as she continued her onslaught. I could hear her flesh slapping on min as she fucked me. She would sometimes increase her tempo and then slow down. "I am about to cum!" she cried. She then pulled her cock out and began to stroke it fast and hard. "Fuck. Here it comes!" she cried. Her orgasm hit her hard. Jets of cum flew out of her cock. One almost hit me in the yes. The next landed on my tit. The remainder of it hit both sides around my pussy as her body shook. Finally she was done. "Oh Fuck!" she said as she looked at me and smiled. <img src"/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_08/hfernandez1983_me-and-cera-a-big-surprise09.jpg" height"324" width"469" /> I wiped some of her spunk off my face and then looked at her. "That is a lot of cum!" I said jokingly. She laughed at the comment. She then knelt on top of me and we shared a passionate kiss. "That was soooo good!" she said. "I know." I said as I stroked her face. Then suddenly we heard a loud bang. It was probably the front door. One of her parents must have just got home. "Shit!" she exclaimed. We scrambled around the room quickly and grabbed our clothes. I grabbed a box of tissues from around the room and quickly wiped myself. We quickly began to put out clothes on before anyone came up. Then we heard a knock on the door. "Cera. Are you in there?" It was her mom. "Shit!" we both said in unison. TO BE CONTINUED? Please do let me know what you thought about the story. 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We were on a roll. We had successfully introduced Bonnie and Sammy to the fold, followed by Lisa and Chris. This was working better than we had ever imagined. Just as gamblers get cocky and stock investors get cocky, we got cocky. Who was going to be next? Since Victoria and I had selected Lisa and Chris, we thought letting Bonnie pick the next couple would be fair. After all, we wanted to be fair, didn't we? At our next luncheon meeting, attended by Sarah, Bonnie, Lisa, and me, we had a long talk. Sarah and I were gratified to see how Bonnie and Lisa gushed about their relationships with their sons. Lisa, especially, talked about how she had despaired about ever getting Chris to show some ambition. Since they made love together, she said that Chris was sending resumes out and was talking about possibly going to graduate or law school. She was bubbly at how well it had worked for her. "I just wish I had done this before. I always knew he was attracted to me, but I thought it was just one of those Oedipus phases, or something. I had no idea he still had those desires. If only I had known. I've always thought he had become a handsome man. I won't say I hadn't ever thought of him in that way, but for it to come to what it did? It still blows me away." I jumped in. "I think that about sums it up for all of us, Lisa. The only problem I have is trying to keep up with that youthful vigor Bill has. After the change I thought I didn't need sex anymore. Boy, was I wrong!" Bonnie giggled. "Same with me, Victoria. I've started calling him 'Sammy the Bull.'" "Do we call it quits here?," I asked the group. "Or do we see who else we can help?" Bonnie raised her hand. "Bonnie, you may think you're a teen-ager again, but we're not in class. You don't have to raise your hand." Everyone laughed, then Bonnie said, "My best friend is Susan. Her Matt is graduating from college this year, and he still doesn't have a good job lined up. He's getting a degree in computer science, so he's got a lot of potential, but she says all he wants to do is lay around. His grades are falling, at a time when he needs to be focused and doing his best. He's been doing some contract work, but she wants him to show some fire." "Do you think we can trust her?" "Oh sure," Bonnie said. "She's my best friend." "Do you think there is some spark between her and her son?" "He's a guy. Of course there's spark with him. Susan has never said anything about it, of course, but she has to notice how he looks at her. I do, and I'm not around him nearly as much as Susan is." "Everybody in on it?" A chorus of assents resulted, so the next members of the club were selected. We invited Susan to lunch later that week, with only Bonnie, Sarah, and me. We didn't want to gang up on her, and thought three of us would be a good showing. Susan came in, and I was floored. She had bright red hair cut in a cute bob, and she was a stunning beauty. She had on a green sweater that showed off her breasts, which made me feel somehow cheated by the Great Fairy. Suddenly I felt dowdy. She sat down and Bonnie introduced us. We had some mutual friends, so in no time we were all chatting away. While I wanted to dislike Susan because of her looks, I found she was bright and warm. She was the type of woman who you like immediately, and I warmed quickly to her. Bonnie finally broke the ice, asking her, "So, how is Matt doing at school?" "I don't know what I'm going to do with him. I just can't light a fire in that boy's butt. His grades are falling, and I don't think he's sent a single resume out. We ask him to come home so we can work on his resume with him, and he won't even do that. Were your guys like that?" Perfect opening, so Sarah took it. "Exactly like that. They reach that age where you can't control them anymore. What you need to do is give him some focus." "Yeah. As if. There's no focus in him. He's perfectly content laying around doing nothing. That's not the way I was raised, and I don't know where we went wrong with him. Maybe I gave him too much." Bonnie giggled a little, and said, "Maybe you didn't give him enough, Susan. Maybe you should have given him what he really wants." "If I knew what he wanted, I'd give it to him if it would light a fire under him." I jumped in. "You know guys that age, Susan. You remember what they're like. All they want is to get laid. That's usually the only focus they have." She snorted. "He doesn't even care about that. I tried to line him up with the daughter of a friend of mine." She looked at Bonnie. "You know, Linda's girl. She's cute. He wouldn't even call her." "Maybe what he wants is what only Mom can give him." Susan paused, looking at us. "That's not it. I offer to cook him any meal he wants, if only he'll come home for the weekend. He doesn't care. I think all he does is lay around his apartment drinking beer." We had made every cute allusion we could think of to the real solution, and Susan wasn't biting. Bonnie said, "If there was something you could do to focus him and get some ambition into him, would you do it?" "Sure, within reason. What are you talking about?" This was the critical moment, and I didn't feel good about it. Susan seemed smart, but she wasn't picking up on anything. I jumped in. "Well, think about it, Susan. There has to be something he wants more than anything else, and when you figure out what it is, he'll come around." We broke up the lunch and went our separate ways toward home. Later that afternoon, we had a group chat. Bonnie led it off. "I don't think she gets it. She didn't have any idea what we were talking about." We all agreed. I said, "Look, I hate to say it about another woman, but she's hot. You know her son is drooling over her. He gives all the signs we saw. He avoids her. He doesn't come home. All the signs." Bonnie agreed. She knew Matt, and said she could see the lust in him when he was around Susan. "What man wouldn't want her," she added. "My Sam knows him. He's always looked to Sam as a big brother. I'll ask Sam to get him to come home, maybe, so they can get together, and maybe Sam can put a bug in his ear." So Sam did that. He called Susan, got Matt's number, and called him. Matt didn't want to come home, but Sam hinted that he could help Matt get what he wanted more than anything else, and Matt's curiosity was aroused. That weekend, Matt came home and Sam invited him over with the excuse of needing some computer help with his router. Matt was cool about it, of course, because computer science majors quickly learn they are everybody's IT guy. When he got there, Sam told him the computer seemed to have healed, and Bonnie took them beer, salsa, and chips in the den. Bonnie retired to the kitchen, but sat at the door so she could listen to them. When Bonnie told us about that, I imagined her leaning against the door, and couldn't help but laugh. "We're incorrigible. We're like a bunch of cougars, trying to hook everybody up." They all laughed. "May be some truth in that," Sarah said, under her breath. Bonnie said Sam and Matt didn't take long before getting around to guy's favorite topic, pussy. Matt said he wasn't dating anyone, didn't want to get involved, and was cool with his life the way it was. "Man. Don't you ever get laid anymore? I remember you in high school. You were a mover and a shaker." "No," Matt said. "I just don't have the drive anymore. It's not worth the trouble." Bonnie went in to take them more beer, and leaned over to kiss Sam on the mouth. She said when she left, Matt's mouth was hanging open. "Sam. When did you start kissing your Mom like that?" "You mean like we always wanted to? I saw Susan at the store a couple of weeks ago. She's still hot, Bro. You should be moving on that like you said someday you would." "I can't stand to be around her now. All she does is bitch at me about getting a goal. I'm sick of hearing it." Sam laughed. "What if you told her she was your goal?" "You don't know my Mom that well. She's a control freak, with a temper you wouldn't believe. What they say about redheads is true." Sam wouldn't let it go. "I read somewhere that redheads are incredible lovers because their skin sensitivity is so strong, or something like that." Matt scoffed. "I doubt it. I don't think she lets the old man near her anymore. I haven't heard them going at it in years. But Dude. Bonnie. What's going on? You were always as cold with her as I am with Mom. What changed?" "I realized if I couldn't beat 'em, join 'em. Man, I didn't want to go through life like one of those pathetic guys with perpetual Mommy issues. I finally realized that to get what I wanted, I had to give her what she wanted. What she wants is for me to love her. So, I gave her that." "And?" "Hell, it's like eating an elephant. Take small bites at a time, and before you know it you've eaten the whole elephant." "I don't know. Give Mom an inch, and she takes a mile. She'd want to go back to running my life for me." Sam laughed. "Maybe give her a couple of inches, and see if she likes it." Matt laughed, too. "Yeah. I can see that happening. She'd freak out on me. I patted her butt once a couple of years ago, and thought I'd never hear the end of it." "Well, you know what your situation is. It's like they say in golf, though. 'Never up, never in.'" When Bonnie recounted it to us, we were kind of shocked. "Is that how they talk? Did they always talk about us like that? Jeez. Next time I see Jim, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. He has to learn to treat women with respect." "Oh, Sarah," I said. "Give them a break. They're guys. Sometimes it's better to just stay out of their simple little brains. Kind of like staring into a cesspool, you know." We all laughed. Bonnie said, "Yep, that's probably right. We do have to caution them again on how careful we have to be, though." The following Wednesday, Bonnie called around to say that Susan wanted to have lunch again. She came in, and seemed sad. "What the hell have I done?" "What? Sit down, Susan. What are you talking about," asked Bonnie. "After we had lunch I started thinking about what you said about finding something he really wants that will motivate him. You're going to think I'm terrible. Promise me you won't think I'm terrible." "Susan," Bonnie said, "We won't think you're terrible. We all have boys. No matter what you say, we've probably been through it." "I doubt you've been through this. I feel terrible. I'm a terrible Mother." "Oh, come on, Susan. What did you do? Sell him to a human trafficker?" "Worse. I began thinking about what could motivate him. When he was a senior in high school, we went through a period where he couldn't keep his hands off me. He was drowning in testosterone. I could get him to do anything, just by giving him a smile and bending over in front of him. I know it was shameless, but it worked." "Yeah. Been there. Done that," said Bonnie. "So I thought I'd see if it would still work. This weekend he came home. You know that. He and Sammy talked. After he got back from your place, Bonnie, I made a point of going to the kitchen just wearing panties and a tank top. I thought his eyes would bug out of his head. It was cute." "Uh, huh. I can imagine. What did he do?" "One thing I didn't count on. When he was a teen-ager, I could control him. He's a man now, I guess, and I didn't expect that. I went to the cupboard to get a cup, and the next thing I know he's hugging me from behind, rubbing his erection on my butt." "Did he say anything?" "Oh, yeah. He whispered in my ear that I was the sexiest woman on earth and that he wanted me more than I'd ever know." Sarah sighed. "You're killing me, Susan. That's the hottest thing I've ever heard. What woman wouldn't like to hear that?" "From her own son?" Susan was getting more agitated. "From any man. He's your son but, as you seem to have learned, he's a man. What happened next?" "I turned around to give him a piece of my mind, and he kissed me. Right on the lips. Tried to stick his tongue in my mouth." "Tried to?" "OK. He did." "Did you respond?" Susan started crying. "That's the worst part. I did. I couldn't help it. His holding me felt so good. I kissed him back." "Nothing wrong with that, Susan. Sounds like a normal reaction to me," I said. "But it was so wrong." "Not necessarily. What's wrong with a woman kissing a man, if they both consent and she wants it? That's what makes the world go round," Bonnie said. "Her own son?" "Sounds pretty innocent to me," Sarah said. "You've done nothing wrong. You just kissed him." Susan paused. "You did just kiss him, didn't you? Was there more?" "I may have let him touch me." We knew where this was going, but we weren't going to let her off easy. I said, "Of course he was touching you. He was kissing you. Nothing wrong there." "He was holding my face while he kissed me. I don't know where he learned to kiss, but he was pretty damned good at it. He moved his hand down to my arm, and then he did it. He put his hand right on my breast." We looked at each other. We had all been there. The forbidden touch. The touch of a man's hand on our breast, but in this case it wasn't just a man. It was forbidden flesh. It was the touch of an adult son. "And you're going to tell us you didn't like it?" Susan blushed. "Maybe I did, but it was wrong. Creepy, you know. Not creepy that he touched me, but creepy that a Mother would let her son kiss her and touch her. I mean, my God, I'm supposed to protect him. I'm not supposed to corrupt him. I'm supposed to be the adult." "You didn't tell him that, did you?" "I told him that what he wanted could never happen. I told him it was wrong, and I'm never let him do that. I pushed him away and ran up to my bedroom. He hardly talked to me the rest of the weekend. He avoided even being in the same room with me." "Nothing broken that can't be fixed. You just have to get him to come home again so you can talk to him about it, in a situation that is not so emotional." "That's just it. He said he's coming home again this weekend, and he never comes home two weekends in a row. I'm scared to death. How am I going to handle this?" Yes, we had all been through this, but we had all been, at least in part, the driving force of our seduction by our sons. Susan was agonizing over it, clearly. We had reached the point where we wanted it to happen. Susan was trying to keep it from happening. Bonnie was her friend, so it was up to Bonnie to say more. "Susan, um, you know these things happen, don't you?" "Not in my house, they don't. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't want to drive him away, but I don't want to encourage him, either. I should never have let it get out of hand. What do I do? I don't want to lose my son." "There's nothing out of hand yet," Bonnie said. "Do you think Sam has never touched me? How about you girls? Your sons never touched you?" Like a Greek chorus, we replied, "Mine did." "So don't worry about it, Susan." "But what will I do this weekend? He's going to want to kiss me again or, just as bad, he'll spend all weekend avoiding me." "If he were going to ignore you, he wouldn't be coming home, would he?" "Then he's going to try to kiss me again. What do I do?" Sarah looked at her. "My solution? Let him kiss you. What's the harm? He's a man. You're a woman. He loves you. You love him. You see where I'm going with this?" Susan sighed. "When it happened with you, did you let him kiss you again?" I brought up the selfie of Bill and me on my phone and showed it to her. "Does this look like I pushed him away?" Susan looked at the photo. I admit, it was a good photo. Bill had his arm around me, our heads were side by side, and both of us were smiling broadly. "What if he touches me again?" I didn't say a word. I just looked down at my phone and repeated, "Does this look like I pushed him away?" Susan gasped at the realization of what I was saying. She looked at each of us in turn. "Are you saying...?" "Not saying anything, Susan. You have a man you love and who clearly loves you. Where you go with it is your business. Are you saying you've never been in this position with someone before, in over 30 years of marriage?" She didn't say anything, but just looked at the photo on my phone. "So you've been there before, and you handled it before. There's nothing different about this time." "But there is. Yeah, I've had guys kiss me and maybe some of them went too far with their hands, but I didn't care if I pushed them away. This is my son. I can't lose him." "You won't lose him. You just need to channel him. You have leverage here. Use it." Everyone chimed in to voice their support, and that was how we left it. We arranged to get together the following week and Susan promised to give us an update. I will admit, my pussy was pretty wet when we got done talking and I texted Bill to make sure he was going to be home that weekend. I needed my Billy. And I wondered if Susan had told us everything.	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Gonna be really slow getting the next few chapters up :'( but in the meantime, enjoy this unless you're under 18, in which case, get out or hope you're not caught PART 3 Sorry to have left you hanging at the end there...I had to quickly run so I turned the thing on standby right after that last note. But hey, no better place to leave off, right? "GET OUTTA MY CAVE!!" "GLADLY!!" Yep...single again. That's the problem with fast love like what we'd had...it raises you up and then drops you hard. The problem: Flora and I had different views, but had until now (two weeks later) only seen each others' good sides. Now, after a surveyor had asked us about our views on demolishing an old settlement (which, by the way, happened to be Flora's old home once upon a time), our little debate...well, that was how it ended. Flora wanted to keep things the way they were...tree-hugger...but I saw that the ruins were crumbling and were only going to fall on their own in the future. And no...nothing "happened" between us between now and that romantic night two weeks ago. Flora and I were still virgins. So get that thought outta your heads. I jogged home, fuming and upset. Flora was one of my best friends now, but...she was so hot-headed about her views it drove me nuts. I'd found a cave not too far away and that was where I was headed... When I got there, though, I found everything in ruins. The few things I had in there were smashed, and my bed of moss and grass was charred and strewn about. What confused me even more, though, were several blood-stained claw-streaks along the walls. They cut in far deeper than any dragon's claws could possibly cut, and when I smelled them...not only was there the rusty smell of blood, but a strange scent, foul and unforgiving to the nose but somehow familiar, even though I'd never smelled it before. Using my X-ray sight I noticed that the trenches of the gashes in the rocks were lined with a strange material, as if the abuser had something on the very tips of his claws. And I say "his" for a reason...it was a very strong masculine scent. Something was scratch-written backwards in the wall, but I couldn't read it well in the lighting. Using my ice-breath I covered the part of the wall, pried the ice off, and took it outside. Rubbing it lightly on the dust on the ground, I dirtied the higher parts that were the text, and flipped it over and read. "Find Love Or Reality, Aznor. Can't have both, and one's gone." Most would probably freak, but those initial letters were all I saw. FLORA. Whoever wrote this had her... My claws rent through the ice with a sharp crackling as my fists clenched. Without another thought I took off at an incredible speed to Flora's cave. In the time it had taken me to get to my place, read, and get back, whoever had torn up my cave had been here and gone. There were signs of a struggle...and more of those weird claw-marks. Almost exactly the same as the ones in my walls. "Flora..." Something inside me rose to a savage temperature, but then that heart-tearing vision of Flora from my dream quenched the fire brewing in me. I had to keep a level head... There was a trail of blood along the floor...Flora's blood...and I followed it out into the meadow. The grass was violently shoved aside, as if something heavy had been quickly dragged through it. There were no other trails, and the smell of Flora's blood was still fresh along the trail, so I followed it, having no other clues. It was probably an Ocre or something... note: Ocres are similar to ogres, but in our world they have four legs and two arms. Whatever this thing was, it obviously wasn't smart, it was leading me on a straight trail. It moved fast, though...with my speed I should've caught it by now. That thought crossed my mind too quickly...along the trail I found a slain Ocre, and the dark colorations on its wounds told me a demon had killed it. Now Flora's trail was growing colder; her bearer was far faster now than an Ocre. It hurt me so badly to think of her being dragged mercilessly along the ground like this... Everything after that is a blur, but I do remember catching sight of the demon and flying after it, watching in sheer pain as it dragged Flora's now-unconscious body behind itself. It was heading straight for Fire Vale...the badlands. I woke up inside the cave after a timed nap and kept going through the tunnel. Underground, it was far cooler than above ground, so much so that I knew Flora would be cold if she was any further down. Somehow, her scent was still strong here, even though it was hours after she'd been carried through. I had no idea where I was, or what tunnels I'd come through...all I knew was that Flora was injured and would possibly be killed as a method to piss me off. In my rage no Ocre or Umbrok (evil lizard things) could withstand me. Demons, however, I needed to watch out for, but I was so heated in my search I didn't care. I ran into a small room and was instantly ambushed by a good twenty Umbrok, but I roared and shook myself, flailing my wings and my tail. They either jumped off or were flung off, and backed away from me. Normally they would not have given up so easily, but in my anger my voice had grown powerful and their ears hurt. They were intelligent but still animals, and had instincts that had now given me the advantage. They ran off as I darted forward to attack, and I let them go. The whole underground network could attack me for all I cared! Let them come! After a long, twisting tunnel full of climbing and sliding on slick stone, I knew I was far deeper underground now...it was cold. And to top it off...echoing screaming. A voice like a stricken angel...The cell doors I passed were solid steel bars, too thick for the average dragon to bend, and heat-tempered to withstand the average flame-breath. "PLEASE! ANYONE!" came a hysterical shriek followed by panicked crying. That fire returned again but I shook my head with a growl, not letting the power go to my head. I followed the despairing wailing down even deeper, and finally my searching paid off. "Flora!" I hissed, not wanting my voice to carry far. She started violently, looked around for the speaker, and cried again. "Now I'm hearing things..." she sobbed, and I kicked myselfI was camouflaged!! How could I be so stupid? She slung herself against the bars of the door, trying to calm herself, and she started when she felt my paw against her face. I quickly faded in out of midair, and her look of fear gave way to sheer relief and happiness and she broke down again, glad to see me. "Shhhhh...Flora, shhh...it's okay, I'm here now..." "Gale, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you..." "You're fine, I shouldn't have pushed you to the breaking point..." She nuzzled against my paw as I caressed her face. I winced as I felt bruises on her body, and my smile faded. "Who's the bastard that did this to you?" "I don't know...it all happened so fast, and I couldn't see who was attacking me...Gale, it's not something we've ever seen before..." I quickly looked over the door, trying to think of a way to spring her from this place. "Damn...I'm not strong enough to do anything here..." An Umbrok appeared around the corner, carrying the keys in its mouth, but with one glance at me it shrieked and fled, dropping the keys. Flora and I looked at each other, and in a flash I picked up the keys, unlocked her cell, tossed her light frame on my back, and fled before the little idiot could call for assistance. "I'm so glad you came for me," she whispered as I ran, hugging my neck. "I gotta breathe if I'm running," I said jokingly, and she giggled and loosened her grip on me but still held on. She really only needed to worry about slipping off backwards when we climbed up a tunnel; I tried to run as flat as possible, as in minimal vertical motion when stepping. After a while, though, I stopped, finally tired and beginning to develop a cramp along my side. "Gale? Where are we?" I looked around, and sighed. "Honestly, I don't know..." "You mean you came in after me and didn't watch where you were going?" My head drooped self-consciously. "Yes..." I looked over my shoulder at her as she sat up on my back. "But in my defense, I was so pissed at what they'd done to you...all I could think about was finding you..." A small tear fell down her face and she leaned down and nuzzled my face. "Well that's the best ass-cover I've ever heard..." I just smiled and nuzzled her face in return and she gave a faint purr, but our happiness was cut short as I heard something nearby. "Flora, I think we're in for one hell of a fight..." "Bring them on...NO ONE treats me like they did and gets away with it." She slipped off my back and we cautiously circled, looking at the tunnel entrances around us. She looked down a tunnel off to the side and nudged me. "There's a room there, we should get into a more open area to fight in." "Yes, go!" I said, shoving her slightly as I caught sight of Umbroks rushing down the tunnel at us. We ran into the open room and I started in shock as a huge dome of energy surrounded us both as we stood by each other. Flora giggled at my reaction and I turned to her, confused. "You're not the only one with old elemental powers," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me playfully. I smirked and turned my attention to the lizards gathering around us. They were only half my size, but damn, those raptor-claws and those long teeth were deadly if they knew what they were doing. And these things were dressed in guard armor...they'd been trained. One of them attacked the dome, and there was a loud zapping sound as it froze against the dome, electrocuted for a good five seconds before being violently flung off. I'd forgotten that water dragons had some skill with electricity for underwater hunting and protection, but it was obviously straining Flora and finally the shield died off. The Umbrok were waiting for that chance, but so was I, and with one swinging motion I spun right towards them, sending a fair number flying back with my tail. Flora and I fought viciously, swiping quickly with our claws and biting at those who got past our paws. note: In hindsight...yeah, the more I think about it, if you've seen cats fight, that's us. The Umbrok kept coming at us...there was no end to them, and Flora and I were getting pretty well bitten and scratched by now...I grunted and yelled as another one jumped onto my back and bit my neck, and Flora shot it off with electricity from her mouth. A group of five suddenly tackled Flora to the floor and she screamed as they scratched at her hide and bit her. I froze...and the next thing I knew, all the Umbrok lay dead and I felt like I'd been completely drained. Flora sat up, bleeding and confused as I slumped to the floor, panting. "What...what just happened?" she asked. I just shrugged weakly and lay there. "Gale...you okay?" "Hell no...ooooooohhhhhhh..." My stomach felt like someone had tied spiky chains around it... "Hmmmm...very impressive," came a voice echoing through the chamber. Flora looked around wildly, but neither of us could see the speaker; he seemed to be talking through the walls themselves. "Well, seems I've made a mistake. Next time I'll have to raise the stakes with you." "LET US OUTTA HERE!!" Flora yelled angrily, and the voice laughed. "For you, of course." The cavern suddenly seemed to liquify, and we were hurtled at breakneck speed on one direction and woke up seconds later outside the cave, on the black sands of Fire Vale. Flora looked around cautiously, but the only things around were us and a few age-gnarled tree-like plants amid the spiky rock formations. She shakily stood up, licked a gash on her arm, and looked around again. "Gale...I hope you understand what just happened...'cuz I need an explanation or I'm gonna go crazy." All I could do was shake my head and groan. "No idea..." She lay down next to me, worry pervading those pretty purple eyes. "You gonna be okay?" I shook my head and winced as my stomach lurched. "Whatever happened in there came from me...hurts like hell...can't move..." She nuzzled my face sadly. "Should I go find help?" she whispered. "No...just stay here..." She cuddled against me and with a pained groan I lifted my wing and put it over her. As shitty as I felt, I was glad to have Flora back...even though it had only been a few hours, maybe half a day, it had been the worst few hours I'd ever had up to that point. All that mattered right now was that this beautiful blue dragoness was safe with me. But as my thoughts drifted...I recalled the writing on my wall... "Find love or reality, Aznor..." Aznor... Night found us still in Fire Vale. I was feeling well enough to sit up, but I still had to lie down because my legs were too shaky to allow me to stand. As we lay there, Flora had fun tracing my muscles and scales with her claws, and I let her have her fun as I lay there. "You have such pretty scales, Gale," she said, looking closely at the metallic-silver lining of my scales. "Nothing to yours," I said with a grin, and she looked away shyly. In the moonlight her scales glittered like the ocean. A simple description, but the effect was transfixing. She sighed and reclined against me. "How good are you with computers?" she asked. "Huh?" "Computers, y'know-" "I know, but why?" "I heard the demons talking about some new system of computers off to the east, apparently there's some new complex there that they've staked out..." I shrugged. "I'm average..." For six years I had studied and used computers avidly, mostly in the research realm before running away because the research violated my morals. I knew at least seven programming languages and how to hack almost any program or database, and how to code several different viruses, and how to wire networks and all that rot...but I didn't want to tell Flora, at least not yet. "Gale...for some reason...I feel like something big is gonna happen to us sooner than we'd like..." I hugged her with my wing and she purred. "Well, I dunno about you but I've been bored lately with nothing to do but hunt and sleep." "Oh, so all our games were nothing?" she asked incredulously, and we both laughed. Well...three days later, that laughter was long gone as Flora and I cautiously entered the ruinous city. We were both pretty damn pissed off; yesterday an unknown force had swept through, decimating the town. The gang headquarters where I'd met Glairn were now nothing more than cement rubble and scrap metal...and poor little Glairn, now she had no home at all and was still too young to really be on her own. Luckily she'd had the sense to come find me instead of running away, and now here we were, the three of us, heading to the center of the city to investigate after hearing that whatever had come through was stationed in the old mayoral house. Her foreleg had been injured in the assault, and now she rode on my back as Flora walked next to me. Flora kept giving Glairn odd looks until finally Glairn snapped. "You got a problem with me or somethin'?" "Uh...no..." "Then stop looking at me like that. You may be twice my size but I'll take you down!" "She can, too," I said, giving Flora a warning look. "I've seen it done with dragons bigger than me." "Yeah, you tell 'er Gale." Flora glared at me and I just rolled my eyes and shook my head as Glairn snorted. "Hey Gale, didja tell her about your other fling?" "Oh shit..." I groaned, my head drooping in exasperation. "Glairn, please, just shut up already about that. It wasn't a fling, I saved her and she started fawning all over me. Got incredibly annoying after a day." "Yeah, sure, whatever..." She turned to Flora. "He almost made out with her." Flora looked at me in shock and Glairn laughed. My wings shot up and I caught her neck warningly between my wing-limbs. "Glairn, for the last time, no I didn't. In fact, you wanna know the truth? She was attempting to molest me after spiking one of my meals." "Sure, that's what they all say," she said, removing herself from my grip. Flora walked close and leaned towards my head. "Is she always this irritating?" she whispered. "No, this is actually a first..." "What're you two whispering about? Huh? Huh? Talkin' love to each other?" Though she was annoying as hell, she knew exactly where to go, and amid her ceaseless taunting she would give directions on the best way to get to the center of town. Things grew more quiet, and Flora rubbed against me and I could sense her fear. Something wasn't right here...it was just a bit too quiet. Of course, Glairn hated quiet... "So, you two make out yet or anything?" Flora and I both stopped right where we were, but a sly look came across Flora's face and with a glance she told me to play along. "Oh yes...twice a day at least," she said, nuzzling against me. Now how often does something like this happen? I had no idea what to do, but I cleared my throat and pressed against her, tilting to the side to jostle Glairn. "Oh yes...definitely 'at least'..." Unfortunately, Glairn wasn't as gullible as we'd hoped, and she burst out laughing. "Trying to play my game against me? You two are a riot!" Flora and I both groaned...we just couldn't win with her and now she had something to use against us, whether it was true or not. It took us a while, but we finally reached it...the one building that still stood in some sort of good condition, though there was a huge chunk taken out of one edge, obviously from two earth dragons scuffling in the air and slamming each other around. Glairn fell silent with us...the building had a very haunting air about it, and somehow it seemed we'd entered some sort of sound-proof barrierthere was no sound at all by the building except our nervous breath. "Well, we won't find out anything out here," I said, rolling my shoulders and walking forward. Flora nervously followed me, and of course Glairn had no choice, she had to ride on my back. The doors had been torn off their hinges into a sort of ramp over the shattered stone stairway, and I cringed with each step as the metal loudly clanged and shifted against the stone under my weight. Past that, though, everything was quiet as we entered the building. Charged flamestones adorned the walls, glowing with light energy, but they were dimming. note: Flamestones are stones that, when breathed on with firebreath, acquire a charge and give off light for a maximum of two weeks. Three hours later none of us had said anything while we wandered the hallways, exploring the basement. The upper floors were empty, and Flora felt that something powerful was lurking in the basement. Flora was carrying Glairn now as I scoped out the hallways ahead of them, using my camouflage to hide. Luckily for me, I could copy my surroundings onto my scales and basically turn invisible...bad news was, if I moved or if someone moved and the lighting was bright enough, they could see my form, so I had to be extra careful. The walls were a bright gray, which only worsened my situation because my gray-color is always a shade off. Finding nothing when I reached the next flight of stairs I returned to Flora and Glairn. "I smell something..." Glairn said, sniffing the air. "Smells strongly like blood..." Luckily for her she was a fire dragon; they have highly-tuned senses of smell. In the frigid air of mountains, or underwater, sense of smell isn't very useful, so Flora and I were a bit lacking in that area. "It's gotta be lower down," I mumbled, and led them to the stairwell. Down we went, and when I opened the door, Glairn shrieked and Flora almost threw up...before us lay an entire hallway of bodies and blood. I looked back to see Glairn hiding her face between Flora's wings and shivering. "Gale..." Flora choked, looking away. I closed the doors. "There's another way down, it makes no sense that there would only be one set of stairs per level in a place like this." My voice was shaking, my heart was pumping, and rage was flowing through me...who the hell would do something like this?! Flora followed me up the stairs, and I raced through the hallways, looking for another way down. Fifteen minutes later we were two floors lower; I'd found a flight of stairs that led past the carnage to the next level. The signs were smeared with blood and badly clawed and I couldn't tell what floor we were on, but something told me it was the one we were looking for. Flora hung back on the stairs while I checked the hallway, and after finding nothing in the hallway I returned and they followed me. "You guys hear that?" Flora asked. "No...what is it?" "There's a fight going on..." Flora and I raced through the hallway, and as we went further in, I finally heard it: roaring and breath-blasting. The hallway twisted to the left and we were faced with two huge security doors, slightly off their hinges, and I flung them open and we ran inside. We were up on a metal terrace running along the walls of a huge testing room, and on the floor, amid numerous dead dragons, two living ones were brawling. One was a bright gold luster and bore bladed vambraces and wing-armor, and he had a sweeping helmet covering his face and the long crest coming from his head. The other...what the hell was that thing?! It was like a dragon, but as it fought it moved like a fluid, deforming, swelling, contorting like some huge liquid monster. And it was swathed in a thick shadowy cloud that swirled around it and crackled with purple lightning. "ALNOR-ORMNORTH!!" the gold dragon shouted in a deep, booming voice, and he roared and blasted the shadowy dragon with white-hot fire. The thing bellowed but knocked the gold dragon to the side with a solid tail-strike to the head. Something inside me snapped. "Gale!! NO!!" Flora shouted, but I flung myself down to the floor, right in the shadow-dragon's path. It stopped, looking me over, and we circled each other, growling and bristling. The shadowy lashed at me with an unnaturally long tail and knocked me to the side, but I rolled and bounced back up. I jumped up onto its back and it roared, thrashing around, but my powerful jaws had me anchored to whatever its neck was made of and I held on, letting its thrashing deal the damage as it threw me around. It stopped and lashed my back with its tail, making me yell and release it, and it took that chance to throw me to the side. I spread my wings and slowed down enough to grab the wall, and rolled to the side as it tackled where I had just been. My back was bleeding and it hurt like all hell was on it, but I raked the dragon's throat with my claws and it pulled back with a gurgling roar. Next thing I knew the gold dragon roared, leapt past both of us, and the shadowy thing fell to the ground, its neck sliced clean open across the spine. The cloud around it died off and I let go of the wall, slumping on the floor. Panting, the gold dragon took off his helm and looked at me with frightening orange eyes. He had a few thick fin-scales on his chin, like a beard, the same deeprange as the wavy ones on his head. His horns went straight back but curved like corkscrews. "You shouldn't have come, Froststar, but I thank you for your assistance." He clicked his vambraces together and their blades snapped back against the armpieces cleanly, becoming almost invisible as they fit in place. Flora flew down to me. "You okay?" she asked worriedly, eyeing my back. "He'll be fine," the gold dragon said. "There will be far worse than a possessed dragon-zombie to deal with soon." "Zombie?" Glairn asked, suddenly scared. "Yes, little one..." There was a strange groaning sound that pounded our ears. "Come, it's not safe here." Flora helped me to my feet and I leaned against her. "Sir? How did you...how did you know my name?" "Follow me first, we can talk safely later." Well, I'm gonna head out again...I think this thing's giving me a headache. That and I'm nervous about what's to come in the next part. Oops, my mate's calling...gotta run. functionstandby displayn uh oh...what's this turn of events?	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text Telepathy text thoughts The Amazon holds many wonders unknown to the people of the world. The beautiful thick vegetation protects its vast treasures from most explorers, scientists, and even inhabitants of this forest. On the eternal darkness of the forest floor were humans of the "R" sort, hacking away vegetation with their emblazoned machetes followed by men in jungle gear carrying sacks filled with books. Not too far from them were the trappers, horned dogs, and the dark hyenas. Many creatures are unnerved by such troops of humans and even more so by those dogs they brought. These men ushered in exoduses any time they came... only fools stayed to be captured. Not too far away from the camp of the "R" humans, a lone mew named Inca flew through the trees, testing her agility by dodging around the gargantuan trunks and watching for low laying vegetation. She didn't realize that the forest around her had become very quiet. Finally she slowed down as she saw the glow of a campfire. Humans... and it looks like scientists... She was quite used to seeing that sort around here, but most of what was in the camp was obstructed from view. She longed for companionship even if it just meant tat the scientists would observe her, try to communicate with her, draw her, take pictures... anything that could resemble companionship. She was to enthralled with the chance that they would study her that she only just noticed that the forest around her was empty. The mew twitched her ears and settled down near the trappers' tent. She peered inside and saw tired, worn out pokemon in the cages. These aren't scientists... these are trappers, hunters, rockets. I must get out of here What she didn't realize was she made her presence known with the glowing of her body. A set of malicious eyes followed her around the camp, the beast rousing his sleeping masters. "Get that creature!" shouted the scientist. Inca had been discovered. She turned around and dashed out of camp into the never ending darkness. She couldn't see the beasts' whole form, but she could see the 8 eyes pursuing her, coming up close. She juked left and right, but nothing swayed them. She dashed ahead and turned around. "PSYCHIC!" A burst of psychic energy illuminated the area revealing her enemies but not hurting them at all. "You are all dark types! Houndoom and Mightyena." She dashed into the understory in hopes of losing them but one of the mightyena fired a dark energy ball that hampered her ability to fly. She couldn't reach a high enough altitude to break away from them, so the chase resumed. I can't keep this up for long... I must find a river to cross. At a river not too far from the chase sat a pikachu without a tribe. The water reflected his sullen, despair-filled eyes that overflowed with loneliness. He looked around and dipped his paw into the water. Maybe a carvanha will find his gangly flame delectable. It wouldn't matter because he was of no tribe... as is the fate of a dethrone leader. The scent of fellow pikachus was long gone since the season where he was challenged and beaten by a young master of battle. Yet this was not his fate... he managed to survive this long after many confrontations with predators. It was hunger that could be his downfall. He looked at his thinning body and sighed. Since he was without a tribe, he couldn't compete with the flocks of birds and the clan of monkeys that would descend on the berries and fish he used to eat. It has been days, no, weeks since I've eaten. I am Roz. I will not die like this. He slapped the surface of the water with his paw accidentally scaring away the fish. Salty tears fell from his eyes as he saw the fish scurry away. "I finally see fish and all I can do is scare them away. Screw this life! I should just walk into the deep, cut my wrists and let the fishes get their revenge for their digested brethren!" He could just picture himself swimming deep into the river, looking solemn as the carvanha, those piranha pokemon, approached from afar, diving as if to find a treasure but with the knowledge that if you reach for it you will die. The trees would disappear as he looked back only to see the surface of the water... a wet blue coffin in which the sun doesn't see. A stream of blood would trail up from him as he would bite into his fur to ensure he died, insurance just in case his body screamed for breath. Yeah, that was the idea. As he approached the edge, fear chilled over his bones... the fear of dying in the cool waters ripped apart by the horrid fish... maybe he would feel tons of pain. Then he looked over to some of the plants noting one of them was one used as a painkiller back at his tribe. "Even now, you torture me memory, but no more!" Bitterly, he grabbed a few leaves and stuffed it into his maw, chewing and letting the juices run down his throat and for some reason did not swallow the leaves in his hunger: even his natural inclination to eat it down was stopped by the knowledge that to swallow it would be a painful death. Spitting the mashed leaves out, he looked over at the water again... feeling a bit lightheaded. Now why didn't I swallow those leav... oh well at least I can die this way... He staggered over to the water and prepared to dive in. Right at the moment he placed his forepaw into the water, a pinkish blur blew past him, his yellow body was all wet now. Roz stumbled backwards and tripped up a pack of strange dark dogs. "Get out of our way rodent, we have something to catch!" barked the leader, one of the Houndoom. Pikachu stood up right in the way of the predators, spurred on by the delirium of hunger and a new found anger for the interruption of his suicide. "Get out of our way, forest scum or you will be made a small yellow, crappy little snack." Roz just stared at them with his desolate hazel eyes, a flicker of burning anger all that remained in them. The dogs looked down the river and saw they lost track of the mew; their anger flared up and they turned to face the wet, weak pikachu on this now water-logged bit of embankment. "You will die for this!" Not too far away, Inca was catching her breath. She turned and saw that they were no longer behind her. "But why did that stop following me? Oh my god, the pikachu. I can't just leave him there!" She dashed hurriedly back into the jaws of danger in order to save this unfortunate pikachu that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. As she approached, a large flash blinded her way and the crackling of thunder almost deafened her. She couldn't see her way and accidentally flew right into of on the giants of the forest: a 400 year old tree. Everything faded, her world going from pure white to dark in moments, her consciousness whittled away by the pain that was consuming her. "Oww..." She slowly opened her eyes, looking around to see the moss-carpeted ground and the thick of trees not to far away. She could hear the river flowing by and the chorus of sounds from the canopies. She sat up and just looked around, apparently seeing no sign of the pikachu or the predators. "What happened? Where is everyone?" she held her throbbing head in agony as the feeling of pain flooded in. Her nose twitched as a wonderful scent filled her nostrils, her stomach churned in hunger, and her mouth began to water. The light wind of the season blew more of that nose-pleasing scent her way, but she was too tired to follow it. A piece of meat dangled right above the mew, held by a yellow paw. "Eat up," the voice said as it passed her the scrumptious food. She could hear his ravenous gnawing and loud chewing, but she didn't care for he had fed her. Something that smells good can't taste bad Her small tongue licked the piece of meat, taking in the sweet and slightly charred flavor before her teeth set about tearing the meat in small pieces, masticating, then swallowing, spreading the lovely flavor through her insides. The stomach greeted the mystery meat with adoration as it was content for the first time. "This tastes good. What kind of meat is it?" the happy mew asked. "Are you feeling better?" asked Roz as he shuffled about with a few leaves and his paws, apparently ignoring her question. "I'm fine, save his awful headache..." she replied forgetting her question as she watched the chu mashing up the leaves and some water into a paste. The yellowish paste was a far cry from the delicious meat she was eating. It smelled quite bad, like sulfur mines. "Here, eat up... that should heal you up some. What is your name?" said the smiling pikachu. "Inca..." she made a funny face that almost made Roz cry with laughter. "I'm Roz. Nice to see you" After the lunch of fine meat and medical paste, the two set off headed downstream with no destination in mind. Yesterday's chance meeting gave each of them an opportunity to be with someone else even if it wasn't with their own species. For the first few minutes there was awkward silence and an air of tension between them until Roz tripped over a root, falling right into some mud. "Jeez you are clumsy. Let me clear that mud off of you." As she cleared his face of mud with her psychic abilities, she saw him flushed with embarrassment. "Curse that branch!" he muttered as Inca laughed it up. They started to talk from then on, learning about each other's past. "...But you seemed so strong. How did you lose a challenge?" Roz sighed, looking at a few wooper wading in the shallow parts of the river. "Simply put, I wasn't prepared for it. He wasn't as strong but he used his head more. I was getting too arrogant as no one who fought me even lasted one minute. Then he came along and trounced me. Now why are you alone? I usually see mews in pairs if at all. Where is your mate?" Inca dashed ahead, ignoring his question in favor of satisfying an urge to eat the delicious food she spotted ahead. Berries galore and for once, there was no troop of creatures gorging themselves on it. The Pikachu's stomach led him to the tree. He climbed up and grabbed a few fruits for Inca who was still staring at the gargantuan tree. "Are you going to just stand there or are you going to eat this tangy fruits?" shouted Roz from one of the top branches. Soon, she heard squawking up in the tree and saw the pikachu dashing as fast as he could down the coarse bark of the tree, a horde of aipom chasing him. "Inca, run!" he muffled as he had a large branch of fruit in his maw. She instead floated towards him and flicked her tail behind him. The aipom dove to attack them, only managing to hit an invisible screen. They clawed at it ravenously as the two stood there. "No need to run... you have me. Now let me get the fruit for you." She used her focused mind to pluck the berries by their sepals off of the large tree, gathering them into one big mass of lavender color. "I will get a plant to carry them in," said Roz as he dashed over and got a huge pitcher plant. "Put them in and let's go before they break through the shield. In flew the berries as the makeshift sac quickly filled. Tossing it on his shoulders, they made a dash back to the river. They walked for more miles, just talking about the little dilemma they had just encountered. Their silhouettes against the backdrop of the setting sun inching closer together as they conversed. This was the first time that Roz had ever won a tree struggle this season, but he wasn't about to let the victory to his head. Frankly, he loved her company more and more, even their useless conversations held him fascination. Inca felt the same way, reading his mind all the while they talked. "Inca, a person as wonderful as you shouldn't be alone. Why were you floating around by yourself?" The Mew sighed knowing full well he would continue to ask her. Her azure eyes were affixed on his own pleading brown eyes. "I had a mate for 50 years...we seemed to have a good relationship. We were even thinking of having kittens someday." She looked up at the darkening sky at the first visible star. "But then he disappeared one morning without as much as a psychic message... I haven't seen him in the forest since. He was my love and he just up and left me..." She tried to choke back tears, but the sadness that filled her heart became too much as she just leaned into the yellow mouse's shoulder, his fur getting quickly wet." He looked at her as she cried and felt a flood of emotion in his being. "It's ok...I am here now." His thoughts slipped out before he time to consider what he was saying. She blushed and hugged him tightly, a few tears still being shed. Companions they became in this walk along the Amazon in search of something new. It wasn't too long before clouds started gathering as the rainy season was about to have its climatic ending. Tonight would be the time where the floor would flood and the river would be a tad more dangerous as carvanha use this time to migrate to sea. Not only was that, but also the smell of embers heavy in the air. In fact, they had wandered into another eerily quiet zone. The two decided it was time to switch to the other side of the river before the torrent of rain came. Roz was the first to go in, swimming silently past the carvanha who were wrapped up in being hunted by tropical Seel, swimming as fast as they could to avoid being eaten. The water flowed past him, comforting him, almost guiding him. His face was solemn as he realized that he would have killed himself in such a wonderful place as this water had it not been for the Mew following him closely in a bubble that allowed her to breathe. When they finally emerged on the other side, they had been carried about 200 feet of their target site and close to the source of the embers. Roz looked around after catching sight of the fire. "It is the 'R' people... those fiends have done nothing but destroy the area, capturing pokemon." Inca darts her head back and forth looking for a place to hide when two very large shadows came into her view. "Roz..." she tapped his shoulder, but all he did was brush it off. "Roz..." she tapped as the figures grew in size, their form the only thing known in the pits of the dark forest. Roz turned to see two humans glaring at them armed with nets and cages. Wide-eyed, Roz was too afraid to run. His mind was already 200 yards away from these guys but his legs wouldn't move. Inca bumped him out of the way, right into a small pit as they ended up catching her instead. Underground, the Pikachu could hear the footsteps getting quieter as they left with her. He was alone once again. He climbed out of the hole and looked around for any sight of Inca or the humans... but not even the smell of fire lingered. Instead, a torrent of heavy rains flooded the area. He frantically searched for clues... only noticing two sets of footprints and drag marks after scouring high and low for her. "Inca... I am coming." The yellow mouse stayed in the trees as he followed the disappearing foot prints as the rain would wash them away just as he got to them. He was giving up hope as his pace failed to keep up with the ethereal trail. That water looked appetizing now as his heart sank. The carvanha were in full migration today, just waiting for the water level to rise. To dive into that soft coffin only to be shred apart by the vicious teeth was a little less than appealing. Another day... Once more, he sniffed the air, this time catching an unfamiliar scent, something that was all encompassing as his attention slowly shifted to seeking the source out. With luck, it led him to the two humans who were sleeping in the trees of the understory with a canopy suspended above their heads, leaving them dry in this storm. His friend was suspended in a cage, dangling above the rising water, in the middle of the pouring rain. He couldn't see her face as the pink pokemon was turned towards the tree, her head on the floor of her cold and wet cell, too tired from trying to break out. He slowly climbed to the branch where the string was attached and made his way down the rope ever so slowly to her prison. "Psst... Inca, why can't you get out of it? Use your psychic attacks on the cage." Inca sighed and looked out of it. "It was special designed to repel all attacks. I knocked myself out last time," she replied almost inaudibly. "Try picking the lock." It didn't take much for him to pick the cage, a trick he learned in the forest as a pokemon who has been captured many times before. Click the lock went, attracting the attention of the sleepy hunters. "Damn, discovered." The two dove into the overflowing river, the two humans close behind. At this moment, they had so many dangers to consider like the current dragging them downstream to places unknown, running into a swimming predator, the carvanha, and the people of the R. Inca couldn't swim too fast with the bubble so she had to learn to hold her breath at this panicked time. They dodged debris and small schools of the piranha pokemon as their pursuers drew near. Let me shock them! Roz thought to himself. Then he remembered that Inca would also get shocked and he wouldn't be able to swim carrying her. The eater was no longer the comfortable it appeared to be just hours ago. Like an open field did to an agoraphobic, it only filled them with dread. They had even lost sight of where to go with the water slowly becoming cloudy with silt. Roz was unsure of where to go and he could barely see Inca now. He rose to take a deep breath only to realize that they had been dragged much closer to the deadly rapids near the basin. The Pikachu could see a small pink form upstream about 100 meters being chased by the humans. "Inca!" he shouted just as a tree branch hit him back towards the jagged rocks. She too was drifting over fairly quickly, almost too fast for her to keep from moving past his position. 90, 80, 70, 50, 30... she was moving too fast and the hunters were moving even slightly faster. "Meww!" he heard as he saw a hunter grab her by the tail. Roz swam upstream as much as he could to try to save her. But he was too weak to fight the current. Unfortunately, so were the hunters as a wall of water, containing the migratory carnivorous fish washed them and his friend away down into the fast rapids. He wash washed into a rock, causing him to twist his ankle...but at least he wasn't washed away. He watched the three forms be tossed around in the violent surge of the river, the carvanha growling loudly as loud bone crunches could be heard. The storm stopped within minutes leaving the river serenely flooded, but Pikachu was still at the rock he held onto just crying. His hunched over shoulders shook violently as he poured his heart out. Nothing but infernal water around him... even the reflection of the lesser night was no comfort to him as he could only see her bubble that she used to swim. The water only reminded him now of the azure eyes he fell in love with... love hadn't occurred to him quite before, but that made his anguish worse. "I NEVER EVEN GOT TO SAY I LOVE YOU TO HER!" he shouted as loud as he could. Godforsaken rock that didn't let him follow Inca wherever she is... He slapped the water violently, muttering words that would offend those who could understand, cursing the day e had come to the river... Now he was too fearful to die in this water and yet unwilling to move on. That protrusion of earth was his new home until his body wastes away from lack of all. His first night on the rock was quite uncomfortable... river was still too dangerous to try to cross as carvanha schools swam by. Too uninterested in eating, he let food pass him by. His dreams where nothing but horror... reliving the moment the wall of water took her away. His paws reached out for her, but he couldn't reach her... the wall just pinned him to the rock. He tossed and turned on the rock whimpering, just wishing to hear her, talk to her, see her again. Roz...where are you? He got up as if in a waking nightmare, sweat trailing down his fur, pupils dilated, nerves very jumpy. Even her voice sounded real. He glanced into the water, looking at his fear-stricken face. Roz... I am not dead... Roz perked his ears up as he heard this. He had to pinch himself to check if he is asleep. Sure enough, he left a reddened mark in his arm as he scrambled to fin a way to one of the branches. Roz... please hurry... this tree is going to get washed away... I'm too tired to float. He wasn't sure if this was just in his mind but he jumped into the water and swam across at lightning speed, not even giving the predatory fish time to react as he made it to shore. I'm coming for you, Inca... and this time I won't fail. From a distance, Inca could see the yellow dot racing to her, smiling weakly, it only being interrupted by creeks in the old weak tree... the water level wasn't rising, but there was a hungry horde of carvanha waiting at the tree so that they have a piece of rare meat. Looking down, she tried her useless psychic attacks, finally deciding not to waste her energy and just wait for Roz to come. How did she end up in a tree? Well she survived the rapids and the first wave of carvanha but she was too weak to swim to one of the larger trees so she clung to some driftwood for a while. It took her down about half a mile to the tree she is in now. Unfortunately, she hadn't recovered from all the damage she took. The tree creaked a bit more as the carvanha started skull bashing it, laughing it up as she got lower and lower and closer and closer to the surface of the food waters. Inca shouted as she climbed higher, only to see it wasn't much help. Soon, the tree fell over and she was flung into the water. "She tried swimming frantically but her legs weren't doing it. They were gaining on her and she had little chance of outrunning them. Soon though, a strange pain coursed through her body as she heard a snap in her arm. One of the carvanha had caught up and gotten a hold of her arm. Not too far away, Roz began to feel Inca's presence weaken and he doubled his speed. "No... Inca!" There was Inca, swimming rather slowly as the rest of the school was catching up. He had to make a quick decision and decided to shock the whole section of river with his most powerful technique. His pouched glowed deep red when out of nowhere, electricity struck him and made his attack highly effective. He launched a huge thunder ball right into the middle of the school, electrifying the water for 1000 feet in either direction... Inca was out but just barely alive when he retrieved her from the water. Plenty of dead carvanha too, her cerulean eyes watered with tears of joy but she as too hurt to do anything right now. "I'm sorry... I should have protected you then and I should have done something else to save you now." It's ok...you did your best to save me. They were mere seconds from devouring and you did what you thought best at the time. Roz held her paws and kissed her gently, tears wetting his cheeks, his hope spent. "Please don't talk like that... you will be fine. I wanted to ask you to be my mate... I didn't have the courage and chokes and..." The poor pikachu couldn't believe it... his companion lived with is a total of two days before she died. I will be your mate though for as long as I can hold onto my life. I don't want you to be alone anymore and I don't want to be alone either... I want to give you two things before I go Roz. He stopped his sobbing and nuzzled her closely. "I will stay with you until the end, my love..." Inca mewed softly in his tender embrace, clinging to his wet yet warm fur as he gently caressed her body, stroking from her neck to her tail, wanting her to feel comfortable. "Roz... I want you in me... I want to die in the throes of passion with you...do you mind taking charge I can't quite move much?" Roz was shocked by her question, but her eyes pleaded for it. "Oh Inca... I love you so much; I can't ever forget you even after you die." She mewed silently as he moved his muzzle to her lower lips, licking her as tenderly as he had hugged her, trying to make it as good as he could for her, in the back of his mind wondering how he could live without her. A low stream of power fed into his body, obviously one of her gifts that came with the small flow of fluids she already had. Inca, what will I be able to...you gave me telepathy. Inca smiled and put her one good arm to stroke his ears as he continued to lap up the honey that oozed out of her treasure. He worshipped her pussy, licking at variable paces and different places, slurping on her clit, then licking her lips before letting his tongue wander the insides of her canal, doing this remarkably slow as to draw out the pleasure. The rose colored mew was quiet for the most part, only giving off moans and twisting a bit in the pleasure as she tried to keep from succumbing to the almost torturous pleasure. Her clit leaked out more juices with every passing sensation, garnering enough strength to squeeze Roz's head into her aching box with her paw, not letting him go, not that he minded as he was engrossed in giving her pleasure. His tongue stroked her into her passage, stroking her walls until he hit the G-spot. Upon that happening, her moaning turned into gentle panting and inner moans that escaped as her breathing became very heavy. The pikachu's cock hung below him, full erect and already leaking pre. But it was about her today, giving what he could to her before she died. Just as she was about to reach her peak, Roz slowed his licks then pulled his maw away, repositioning his cock near her entrance. He locked lips with her, sharing the heaven he tasted with his mate in a bittersweet moment. Roz, I'm ready...please do it as best you can. Roz nodded and slowly passed through her wet lips, the wetness aiding his initial entrance, feeling the wonderful carnal fleshes join with one another in union of one. They let out a moan of contentment, apparently looking into each other's hearts. Inca... can't you stay longer? Inca shed a small tear... I wish I wasn't this hurt... but I am thankful for all you have done for me... now please ride me like there is no tomorrow! Inca and Roz looked at each other, knowing that they would one day see each other again. "Please... Keep going..." Inca moaned as the penis twitched in her a bit, bumping her spot. Roz obeyed and began pistoning into her pussy, no longer needing to go slow for her, mating as the chus do, fast and strong. "It's so hard to keep in rhythm when it feels so good!" he moaned. Inca moaned in full ecstasy, loving the feeling of the mouse cock ramming in her, sending surges of pleasure never felt before with her old mate. She clamped down harder on his cock to make the thrust pleasure them more. Roz moaned in ecstasy, his cock in the upper strata of her heaven, feeling the wet lips, the warm moist tunnels... her love, just flowing through his body. He knew she was the one for him and it only made him thrust harder: love was his aphrodisiac. Her voice was angelic as his member brushed against her spots, her 'mmm' were like angels singing. His paws gravitated to her beautiful face, rubbing her head, locking her in a deep kiss. Their orgasm was fast approaching as they stayed in the throes of passion. Roz... thank you she managed to say before her walls unleashed a floor of her passion on his crotch, moaning deeply as most of her remaining energy was spent. Roz came soon after, eyes closed, shouting 'chu!' as his virile seed filed her womb, covering every inch of her insides. Oh my god Inca, that was... Inca? Inca? He opened his eyes and saw her... She was barely alive as just a flicker in her blue eyes remained... the mew lifted her head to kiss him, a final tear streaking her cheek. "See you later...Roz." Roz quickly pulled out of her and held her is his arms crying, wishing he could go with her. "Inca, I love you." She smiled once more as the flicker of life dissipated and the heat started to wane. He lifted his eyes to the clear sky and wept softly. I will miss you... He turned to grab some large leaves from a large flower in the tree when he saw her body start to glow. Quickly rushing down to her body, he saw it transform into a pink egg with two yellow bands circling it. The second gift... is a child to remember me by. Sayonara, Roz. He felt the wind blow him a kiss. "This egg... I will cherish it forever." He used the leaves and wrapped it up, cradling it on his back as he walked along the branches above the still flooded Amazon River, feeling happy that he had met her and in away she would be there with him for as long as he lived.	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Text: Melissa was a bitch. Everybody knew that and acknowledged it. She was the only one to remain blissfully unaware (or ignorant) of it. She saw her boyfriend further down the hall and casually walked up to him. Melissa was not petite or skinny like the other girls; neither was she curvatious. She was downright...porky. She had on form-fitting slacks that barely covered every curve. Her belly poked out over the pants and under her shirt resulting in an unsightly muffin top of gross proportions. Her thick hips wobbled from side to side as she lumbered forward. A tight white shirt (barely) covered her breasts and her stomach. She wasn't gargantuan, but she wasn't no Jessica Alba for sure. Her long messy blonde hair was tucked in a small ponytail and thrown over one shoulder. Her slight double chin grew taught upon seeing that her boyfriend was checking out some of the other girls with some of his buddies. She came in for the kill. "Bozo!" she shouted, "What are you doing?!" Steve turned around and let out an inaudible sigh. It was going to be one of those days. His girlfriend was on another rant, and he had to try and stop her. "Oh, hey babe. How are you?" He moved closer in an attempt to hug her. She stepped back and put a palm up to his chest, keeping her distance. "What were you just doing?" she demanded. "Nothing! I was just talking to Mike and Tim when you showed up." "LIAR!" she accused. "You were checking out the girls! I SAW you! You were checking out Katerina, weren't you? I KNEW you had a thing for her! What a WHORE!" Steve swooped in, trying to minimize the damage. "Listen, baby, you know that you are the only one for me. I'd never even think about looking at another girl. You're all I need." Melissa decided to accept this, and (as penance for making her upset), allowed Steve to carry her books to class. She had him on a very tight leash, and he knew that. He wished that, someday, he could break that leash without fear of a major conflict ending with him injured in various ways. They stopped outside the door of her History class to kiss goodbye, when something caught Melissa's eye. At the opposite end of the hallway, there was something blue. But it wasn't an object; it was a person. In this case, a 17 yearld girl named Violet Beauregarde. She could've blended into any high school. She had long, wavy brown hair, eyes bluer than the ocean, and curves that seemed to turn the heads of all the guys. Not stunning, but definitely pretty. The only thing that isolated her from everybody else was her skin. Violet's skin was a deep, rich sapphire blue. She was a splash of blue in a sea of black and white. This, unfortunately, made her a huge target for Melissa's cruel humor. "OH MY GOD! What is THAT?!" she gaped. "Honey," Steve began, "leave her alone. She's new. She just transferred here from Bethel. Don't you think she has it hard enough?" Melissa could not respond with words. Instead, she laughed. And not a "Ha-ha" polite type laugh, but rather a loud, obnoxious, braying laugh that caught the attention of everybody in the hallway. Pretty soon, everybody was staring at Violet, looking her over, unsure of what to make of this odd spectacle. Violet, embarrassed, quickly walked away from the crowd. "Nice" Steve said sarcastically. "Shut up" Melissa said sternly. She grabbed his head and pulled him in for a kiss. She then grabbed her belongings and went into her class just as the first bell rang. Over the next few weeks, Melissa would focus on Violet as an object of ridicule. Melissa was CONSTANTLY making fun of violet's skin color, her funny accent, and the fact that Violet really didn't have any friends. The abuse varied from name calling, to harassment in the locker rooms, and to prank calls. The harassment was so severe that Violet had to eat lunch in the bathroom, so that Melissa couldn't catch her in the lunchroom and try to "quarantine" her to a single table by herself ("For the safety of everyone else" Melissa said). Violet was tired of it all. One day, Violet was walking from the cafeteria with her tray of food down to the unused bathroom. When she got to the end of the dark corridor, she was very surprised to see Melissa waiting there. Before Violet could say anything, Melissa began launching into a tirade about how Violet has been hitting on Steve, and how she is trying to break up her and Steve. Violet just stood there and nodded. She knew that the windbag would lose her air eventually. This time, however, Melissa wasn't going to let this "incident" go. Before she had time to react, Melissa socked Violet right in the stomach. Violet cried out in pain, and sank to the floor. Her purse, along with the full tray of food, fell to the floor; it's contents spilling everywhere. Violet scrambled to pick everything up, but before she could, Melissa bent down and picked up a small blue box. Violet saw the opportunity and seized it. "No!" she yelped, "That's my favorite gum! They only sell it at one place, and I got the last box!" Melissa, being the glutton that she was, didn't have to think twice about what to do next. She quickly tucked the gum away in her own purse. "That's what you get for eye-fucking my boyfriend. Don't let me see you looking at him again." And with that, she turned around and walked down the corridor. She didn't see the small smile creep up Violet's face. Because she had spent so much time accosting Violet, Melissa had missed lunch and was now running late for Biology. She walked into the classroom five minutes late and sat down. The teacher barely acknowledged her presence. After countless detentions, suspensions, and phone-calls home, the teacher decided to let nature run it's course. The teachers came to realize that there was nothing they could do to properly discipline Melissa, so they let her do as she pleased. Let her fail her subjects; they had tried their best. Melissa sat down in the only empty seat towards the back of the classroom. There was one girl diagonally behind her, but that was it. Melissa could do as she pleased. She decided to text Steve (who was home sick) and bother him for a while. After bullying him into picking her up after school, she out the phone away and looked around the room. She saw the clock and realized that there was still 45 minutes left of class. Unsure of what she could do, she rummaged in her purse to see if her Gameboy was still in there. 45 minutes was more than enough time to level up Pikachu and defeat Misty in the Cerulean Gym. While she was digging around, she came across the small blue box that she had taken from Violet. At the same time, she felt her stomach give a long grumble. She had missed lunch, and she hadn't eaten since dinner the night before. She was famished. She decided to have Steve pick her up early and take her somewhere for lunch. She'd have some gum to tide her over for the time being. She quickly texted Steve to inform him of her plans, and then turned her attention to the small box. It wasn't very big or flashy. On the front it said "Wonka's Famous 3-Course Chewing Gum". 'Sounds weird,' she thought. The box said that each piece had the flavor of Tomato Soup, Roast Beef with a side of Baked Potato, and a Blueberry Pie A La Mode for dessert. 'Sounds like some cheap novelty shit' she thought. She opened the box and saw that only one piece was missing. The pieces were small, though, so she decided to pop the remaining three pieces into her mouth. She then crumpled up the small box and sank a three-point shot into the nearest wastebasket. She failed to notice the tiny 'Warning' label printed on the side of the box. At first she tasted nothing. Then, as if a light switch had been turned on somewhere, flavor flooded her mouth. She had to grip the desk to prevent herself from falling out of the chair. The taste of thick, rich tomato soup flooded her palate, filling up her mouth in mere seconds. She swallowed and was pleased to find out that the soup constantly replenished itself in her mouth. The deliciousness lasted for about 2 minutes before it began to fade away. She wasn't disappointed, though, as it was immediately replaced with the taste of juicy, succulent roast beef. She felt as if she was eating piece after piece of the world's best roast beef. She hadn't eaten a good, home-cooked meal in a long time, so this experience was almost new to her. When the roast beef left, it was replaced with a hot, buttery mashed potato. Although she regretted that there was no sour cream or bacon bits, she didn't complain. She was just happy to have something in her stomach after a 14-hour hiatus. Finally, the Pièce de Résistance: fresh blueberry pie topped with vanilla ice cream. Melissa felt like she was rapidly being fed spoonful after spoonful of the world's greatest blueberry pie. The deliciousness was almost orgasmic, and Melissa let out a barely audible moan of pleasure. Unlike the other dishes, though, the blueberry seemed to be lasting the longest. While the dessert was undoubtedly delicious, Melissa soon began to feel full. Her already tight pants began to feel a little uncomfortable and she moved around in her seat to adjust them. Just then, the girl sitting behind Melissa gave her a little tap on the shoulder. "What?" Melissa snapped. "Ummm...are you feeling okay?" the girl asked. "Your hand looks...blue..." "What the hell are you-" Melissa began, but she was soon cut off. Sure enough, her hand and wrist was becoming a light shade of indigo. Melissa shot out of her seat and bee-lined to the door. "I have to go to the bathroom," she quickly told her teacher. The teacher just waved her on, not even looking up from her notes. Not wanting to be seen, Melissa quickly strode down the dark corridor and went into the abandoned girls bathroom. She went to the mirror and looked at her hands. They were now a darker shade of blue, and the color seemed to be spreading up her arms. She lifted up her white t-shirt to reveal a blue belly and abdomen. She could see the blue reach her neck and spread all over her face. It was only a minute before every square inch of her body was a deep sapphire blue, similar to Violet. "What the hell is this?" she said, sounding nervous. Melissa began to hyperventilate, unsure of what she should do in this situation. That is when Melissa's train of thought was interrupted by a peculiar sound. A low, groaning noise came from her stomach. She quickly pulled up her shirt to reveal her already swollen abdomen. Suddenly, her stomach seemed to poke out a little further; and a little further; and a little further. She realized, to her horror that her stomach was expanding! "What the fuck is going on?!" she exclaimed. She continued to chew the delicious gum, unable to free herself from its hypnotic, addictive, delicious flavor. Her abdomen continued to swell out, until she looked four months pregnant. Her already tight pants grew tighter, and her leather belt had a lot of strain on it. She continued to swell when she had another peculiar feeling, this time in her chest. She quickly looked down and saw that her already ample breasts were beginning to blow up as well, growing to the size of volleyballs in a few seconds. Melissa, scared and unsure of what to do, backed into a stall and sat down. She could only stare in horror as she continued to bloat, her stomach now the size of a woman 7 months pregnant. Her bra was uncomfortably tight, but she couldn't get it off. Her belt was restricting the swelling to her upper body, leaving her arms puffed out. The belt began to groan, but she couldn't get the buckle undone. She whimpered, scared at the size of her now gargantuan tummy. She stood up to give herself more room to grow, but had trouble getting out of the stall. The groaning noises from her rapidly expanding stomach were growing louder and more frequent. She just stood there in horror, as the noises grew louder, and louder, and louder until finally: 'BOOM!' Melissa's belt was unable to grow any larger and it burst off her stomach, leaving the buckle horribly mangled. Her belly, now free to expand, swarmed into her jeans. They quickly burst off the top button, sending it ricocheting around the bathroom. Her pants unzipped and her belly gave an extra-large surge of happiness. She almost fell because of the rapid gravity shift. Then, her legs quickly started to plumpen, making up for lost time. In a few seconds, they were just swollen immovable stumps. Her bobs continued to grow, now reaching the size of car tires. Her stomach was 5 feet around and showed no sign of slowing down. 'How big can I possibly get?' she fearfully asked herself as she continued to expand. In the heat of the moment she began to cry. Suddenly, her vision was blue. She was able to wipe them off and she suddenly realized what she was filling up with. "Blueberries!" she cried. The inflation showed no signs of slowing down. Buttons on her blouse began popping off, one by one. Her incredibly bloated form was taking up at least half of the bathroom. Finally, her bra gave up the fight and blew off with a 'POW!' She staggered back, surprised. Unfortunately, she accidentally got herself wedged between the doors of another stall. Her expanding form billowed around the metal doors, trapping her there. Her breasts were now the size of television sets, and there was blue juice dribbling from her nipples. Her ass began to inflate, pushing her skyward several feet until her head was almost touching the ceiling. Her pants were in tatters, and her underwear was split in half. Melissa felt the immense pressure grow, and grow until it began to become painful. Helpless, she started to scream. "HELP! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEBODY HELP ME!" It seemed like fortune was on her side when the bathroom door swung open not too long after. She suddenly realized, however, that this was not true. Violet calmly strolled in the bathroom, gazing up at the massive blob that Melissa had become. "I see you enjoyed the gum," Violet noted "What the fuck did you do to me?!" Melissa shrieked. "Me?" Violet said innocently. "You were the one who stole the gum from my purse. How could I have foreseen this?" She let out a small smirk. "Just shut the fuck up and fix me!" Violet pondered this for a moment. "I don't think I can do that. Sorry" Melissa looked enraged. "WHAT?!?!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" she shouted. Violet broke out into a mischievous grin. "Now you know what it's like. You made my life a living hell for the past few months. You openly ridiculed me, and you didn't know my story. You couldn't imagine my suffering. Now, you can." Melissa looked aghast. "You mean that's why you're blue?" Violet nodded. "But you're not big! FIX ME!!" Violet shook her head. "Even if I DIDN'T want you to suffer, I only had one piece of gum. You had 3. There's no juicing machine around here. You're up shit's creek, I'm afraid." Her smile grew wider. Just then, Melissa was hit with another growth spurt. Her belly, boobs, and ass all began to expand very quickly. Her backside soon filled the cubicle that she was stuck in. Her body began letting out a series of groans. "Ooohhh..." Violet said, "That can't be good." She slowly walked over to Melissa and pressed a finger into her enormous belly. It only went in about half an inch. Melissa let out a small groan. "Please don't do that!" she pleaded. "Well, it looks like my job is done" Violet said. "Have fun!" she said sweetly, and walked out of the bathroom, laughing wickedly. Melissa began whimpering, the pressure becoming unbearable. With each chew, gallons and gallons of the delicious blueberry juice were being pumped into her body with no end in sight. Her body was letting off more audible groans; low, deep ones that seemed to reverberate throughout the tiny room. Soon, her hands and feet were completely engulfed by her body. She felt her cheeks and lips blow up, and she saw her head beginning to sink into the rest of her body. She was under a lot of pressure. The pressure kept mounting until-'BAM!!' The metal walls to the stall were unable to contain her massive girth any longer, and they broke off from their hinges. Melissa continued to blow up towards the ceiling and towards the walls, becoming bigger with each chew. She expanded until she felt like she could no longer. Then, it stopped. She felt pressure, but nothing else. It took her a few seconds to notice the stretch marks. Her body, now 15 feet around, couldn't 't contain the massive amount of juice. She saw little bits of flesh tremble, and she heard a low, creaking noise. Then, the inflation started once more. She grunted and screamed, her body unable to deal with the immense pressure. The creaking became louder, and she felt her body pulsating. "oooohhhhhhhh!!" she groaned, sensing that the end was near. She chewed furiously, unable to stop the deliciousness. Her body continued to blow up, and soon dark stretch marks appeared all over her skin. The creaking grew louder and the stretch marks grew closer and darker. Her body began pulsating and the creaking turned into a low rumble. 'This is it!' she thought. She braced herself for the inevitable. Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, and a small freshman girl walked in. She took one look at Melissa and gasped. "Are you alright?" she asked timidly. That was it. "DO I LOOK OKAY?! YOU STUPID FUCKING BI-!" Violet was on the other side of the building when she heard a tremendous 'BOOM' and felt the room shake. She gave a little smile and continued with her chemistry test. EPILOGUE: The afternoon announcements described the shudder that everybody felt as a 'mild seismic event'. Nobody was injured. One small freshman girl, Daniella, came back to her classroom covered in a sticky blue substance. She was unable to speak for quite some time after, and she is still under psychiatric evaluation for a severe case of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. A multitude of janitors were called to the abandoned first-floor girls bathroom after it was vandalized with blue paint. They also found the bra and panties belonging to a girl. The entire school was forced to sit through a lecture about not only respecting school property, but respecting each other by not having sex on the floor of a school bathroom. Steve, who waited outside for 45 minutes for Melissa, got so fed up with her bitchiness and her controlling that he finally broke the leash and broke up with her. He was lucky enough to meet a lovely girl named Violet that very day...	null	[ "Blueberry Inflation", "Female Inflation", "Clean Popping" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 7, "longest_sentence": 51, "num_participle_phrases": 3, "num_sentences": 300, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (7) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence" ], "score": 19 }	19	false
Some Alone Time What a rough day Ilorek had just went through. He and the others had been spending most of their day practising with magic and trying to figure out how to elongate their lives. Ceylon had taken Ilorek aside and taught him a few things about transformation magic, and now that he was back at his nest, alone, he was ready to start practicing. But he wasn't planning on just practising, he was planning on testing his limits. He looked over the side of the nest to the cliff face down to the splashing waves. It was time to get to work. The hippogryph knelt down and spread his legs, rubbing one hand on his wrinkled sheathe, his talons tugging on the loose flesh. There was a bed of moisture deep in his folds, a leak from his sheathed cock, which he was urging out with a sensual rub. His rubbing talon was aglow with a blue haze as he concentrated the combination of magics that Ceylon had taught him to transform. Instantly he could feel his folds engorging. It wasn't a filling with blood to swell, but it felt like the flesh was actually expanding and thickening. The folds got thicker, lessening the wrinkles as the velvety skin stretched out. As the flesh swelled, he felt his flacid shaft fold outwards, exposing one inch at a time as more was exposed to the misty cliff air. He felt a gentle tingle travel up his spine as he tickled the emerging glans, using his talon to pry away the last fold that covered it. The talon slipped in between the soft wrinkles easily thanks to the excessive precum that was moistening the last six inches of his member. He wrapped his hand around the glans and began to rub up and down his length, focusing what bit of magic he could concentrate on directly into his dick. As he watched, his 16 inch dick grew both in girth and length. It ballooned out to go from only three inches in diameter to almost six, the flare expanding on one lobe then another until its proprotions matched the growing girth of the rest. 20 inches, 24 inches and growing. He coudl feel the branches and feathers dragging beneath it as it grew. Bits of flesh bulged out before the rest of the girth caught up with the expansions. 26 inches, then 30 inches and thick as his leg, and still growing! He used both hands to try to wrap around the entire girth, but this clawtips were still an inch apart around the underside! Once his length got to be 36 inches, three feet and as long as his upper thigh, he released the magic to leave it, at what he felt was good enough. Slowly, he began to use both hands to stroke up and down his slick, lubed length. His talon flesh slid easily over the wrinkled length, sending shivers up his length and into his belly. He reached over his semi-engorged flare to insert one claw into his cumslit and found that the hole was stretchier and more open than he was used to. He could finger his dick, but it almost felt like he could get fucked in it! Curious and eager, he reached amongst the bundle of sticks he called his nest to grab at his set of anal beads. One hand still firmly on his cock, he used the other to guide the smallest of the beads into his cumslit, a gasp escaping his open beak as the bulb popped in. One after another he forced them in, each one bigger than the last. As he pushed them in his free hand kept gently stroking his member and he could feel the bumps inside. Deeper he pushed until only one of the dozen was still poking out, and stroking himself was like running his fingers over a table of marbles. The pleasure caused his entire upper body to tense up, the pressure pushing on the beads and forcing them out. There was a series of gentle squirts as each bead was ejected from his tight passage with a splash of precum. "oooohm!" he cooed before ramming the entire length of the toy back inside, the rippled nature of the toy forcing a powerful, low frequency vibration to bolt from his flare and into his balls. In and out the toy was forced, pushed in deep then pulled almost completely out, the amplified sensations bringing the equine-avian hybrid near to climax. He kept his stroking hand on his cock while he raised his other to guide magic at his low-hanging sack, bulging out the orbs between his legs. The added mass translated directly into the wave of cum that exploded from the end, forcing itself past the beads and all over the sticks of his nest. The creamy fluid kept pouring out of his swollen flare, making a gooey mess of his bed, forcing the toy out in a puddle of cream. Ilorek heaved over himself, soaking his foream hair in the cum as his cock shriveled up and folded itself back into his sheathe. Theory proven!	Some Alone Time by Runa	[ "Fantasy", "Growth", "Hippogryph", "Hyper Cock", "Magic", "Male", "Male/solo", "Urethral penetrations", "sounding" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 3, "longest_sentence": 37, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 43, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence" ], "score": 11 }	11	false
dinner and some flowers got you laid." MIT is a very small enclave of brilliant people but who weren't above germinating rumors and gossip. I only nodded and filed that information away. There seemed little point in passing any judgment on the past and if that's what she needed to get over her ex and a broken arm then so be it. My concern was now, which brought me to my next question. "Frankie when was the last time you talked to Samantha?" She snuggled in close before speaking, expecting the worse and wanting to be close and ready if I didn't like her answer. "In the four weeks we have been away I have spoken to her twice. They occurred the day after she returned home and again two weeks ago. Both occasions were a ten minute chat. In total I have phoned her six times and left messages when her phone went to mail." Even as she spoke she was handing me my cell. She knew whom I would be calling. "Good day Red, how are you today?" The laugh that came down the line next made both of us smile. "Twice Jack. Two days after her return home and a week later. I have phoned her seven times in total and left messages when she didn't pick up." "I see you and Frankie have been talking." I heard Frankie giggle into my chest. "Frankie is right here listening in. Both you and Frankie need do something for me. Stop phoning her. I have some things that I need to check out when I get back to the office. It may change things with Samantha" The answer from Red took slightly longer than Frankie's. "Please just don't do anything rash, Jack. I will do as you say but please think before you do anything." I took council from Red and agreed with her. We caught up a little bit and worked out her next visit home. Frankie and I made an early night of it because we would be flying home early tomorrow morning. We went into the office as soon as we landed out of habit. Frankie went to see Mrs. Gillins while I went to have a long talk with Marlon. I could see his eyes grow wider when I laid the groundwork for our next major project. We talked personnel and decided to start roughing out a roster of people that can fit into the proposed staffing profile and distributed to our functional managers to determine availability. I pulled open my laptop and started the program once I got back to my desk. I shook my head and sighed. Samantha knew the conditions of the status she had asked for. Red sat her down and told her point blank the rules. Now I was seeing for myself that she had her own version of the rules. The necklace I placed around her neck wasn't her original one. This one had Marlon's work placed into the heart shaped pendant. It wasn't a tracking device per se. If I wanted to keep track of her I would have bugged her cell. The rules stated that she was never to take her necklace off unless around water. Her necklace converted body heat into electrical energy until it reaches a point when it sends out a pulse to a cellular account with the time a date of the pulse that is monitored by my software. That's all it does. It doesn't track where she is. It won't even tell me from what communications tower it transmitted from. She could be anywhere in the world. The whole point was to see if she was indeed wearing her necklace and, in turn, followed the rules. Her lack of communication with the girls was a give away. The lack of signal just nailed it. There were two time and date signals. One on the day I placed the necklace around her neck and one the very next morning. Once out of sight of us she had reverted to being Samantha the hardnosed business woman. I had little doubt that I would find her necklace in some corner of her walk in wardrobe. I shut down the program and returned to the work that has piled up on my desk since before our trip. It was a welcome diversion. Frankie returned an hour later and we headed for home. The silence from the girls brought on a burst of activity from Samantha. She phoned the girls every week for two months and then she reverted to her usual silence. Her necklace never returned to its rightful place and I left things as they were. Frankie and I had enough to do sorting out the legal and contractual details for the partnership with Montrose Industries. Thomas and Rebecca Montrose came in a month later to review the contract; negotiated the staffing profiles from each company; exchange details on the principle engineers and management personnel; and tour the facility that will house the project. The temptation to become more handsn was close to overwhelming and I'm sure Thomas felt the same way but we both had to hand the project over to the team and let them run with it. We still had other work to do and that kept all of us busy through the coming months. The film was just about finished and the producers received funding for a sequel due to the favorable responses to the early screenings. The production company wanted to sign Red's company to support the cast for the upcoming film. It seems the whole cast had a good feeling about this film and two of the big names signed on for the sequel. Red talked about it with us both and we could see nothing but positives if she took the contract. It would give her a boost for her new company and make her current company more valuable. The production was on an aggressive schedule. They wanted to take advantage of the buzz off this film to catapult the sequel into a successful run. They had finalized casting and preproduction work. They wanted to start shooting in a week and expect the film to be completed in six weeks. So Red came home for a week and Frankie and I took the same week off and spent it all unwinding by the lake. Both girls wanted to bring up the topic of Samantha. They tried it together and individually. I asked them to let it alone each time. We only immersed ourselves in our own enjoyment. The play room got used on a daily basis and the smiles and sparkle in their eyes left me in no doubt that this week would stick in there minds for some time to come. Frankie and I still had one more surprise for Red. We packed as she packed to leave. When she asked where we were going Frankie said Hollywood and continued packing. Red let out a shriek and hugged both of us. We spent the weekend with Red in her apartment taking turns with Red. That poor girl never stood a chance. We had the whole weekend to double team her and left her a wreck by Sunday evening. I had to carry her into the shower so Frankie and I could wash her down. She left for the set and we left for the airport Monday morning. The early signs on the new project were promising and Thomas was as happy as I was. Frankie and I had another seminar coming up so we concentrated on our usual preparation work. We placed Mrs. Gillins as the head of the business office for the project. Her reputation was only surpassed by her abilities so her placement met with little resistance ... especially Thomas Montrose who seems to be rather taken with her and did sometimes leave me wondering. Was he here to see how the project was going or to take my best employee to dinner? It was good to see her smile and trying to keep my mouth shut about it when we talked was really difficult. Mrs. Gillins kept a tight reign on the budget for the new project that caused a lot of friction between the project manager and Mrs. Gillins. I sided with Mrs. Gillins and told the project management team that she has the final say on all budgetary expenditures. The engineers grumbled a bit but the tension quickly dissipated. A month later, Frankie and I were in Detroit. My cell woke us both at three fifteen in the morning of March 9th. The call was from the production team that Red was working with. One of the stunts for the new film had gone terribly wrong and the leading lady was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Red knocked her out of the way but was caught in the accident. Her injuries were not known to the person we talked too. Frankie went into shock when she heard. At first she kept shaking her head telling me it was all a mistake. They had spoken to each other just a few hours before the tragedy occurred. I couldn't leave her alone so I phoned down to the concierge desk and asked for the earliest flight out to Los Angeles. They phoned back ten minutes later letting us know that there were no flights available until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. I called Jack Morrison for a favor telling him what happened. He immediately sent one of his G5 charters to Detroit for our use. It was ours for the duration. I thanked him then called Mrs. Gillins letting her know what happened and had her cancel all our appointments for the foreseeable future. The hotel took care of our rental car and got us to the airport just as the plane arrived for us. We held each other on the trip there and the hostess had little to do on the entire journey, other than empty the basket next to us. On the two occasions that she came anywhere near us I simply smiled and waved her away. It wasn't my intention to be rude but my attention had to be on Frankie. I was finding it harder to get any type of response from her. She alternated between needing to be held and staring vacantly into space with tears streaming down her face. The trouble was she was closing in on herself. Red and her were sisters on every level, I'm sure they could read each other's minds as well. I, too, started reflecting through all the years I've known Red. I remembered all the good times we had together, the times we shared with Shannon, and all the times she drove me crazy. I pray I will not lose another love. She means so much more to me than just my slave. I looked down at Frankie and, to my surprise, I realized that she's becoming just as close to me also. I realized I needed to pull out of this train of thought and start formulating a plan of attack. I had to contact the last firm I wanted to talk to right now. I knew the studio will start spinning the incident and engaging their lawyers and PR firms to do damage control. I understood their reason for it but I did not want Red to become news fodder. I contacted the law firm I have on retainer and tasked them to come up with all the options to accomplish what I need. Now lawyers hold a unique position in our society. I describe them as the conduit for pain. They pass the pain from one party to another. My lawyers are the best at passing pain. They charge a premium for it and they are worth every penny. The news crew had the film set and the studio staked out. We were collected by one of the interns and were told that Red was in ICU at Cedar-Sinai Medical Center and taken to the hospital. We were met by one of the producers when we entered the lobby of the hospital. Her condition was still critical and she has very restrictive visitation. She could only be seen by only one family member at a time. A man stood at the end of the corridor leading to ICU, we shook hands and he introduced himself as Mathew Bowden, senior partner of the entertainment department of my law firm. Frankie took one look at him and moved behind me, that's when I knew I was going to get my money's worth. I sent Frankie in to be with Red. Frankie sidled around Mathew making sure to keep him in sight ready to bolt if he should reach for her. Leaving Frankie wasn't easy for me but I still had to talk to Mathew. He followed me into a side room keeping the entrance to ICU and me in view at the same time. Mathew and I went over the transcripts of my conversation with his firm going over what I would like to accomplish. He presented two options his firm came up with along with the pros and cons of each options. He asked questions to clarify salient points. We decided on specific courses of action moving forward. He then asked me if I was related or had power of attorney for Miss O'Connell. We both knew he was covering his ass, I told him it's on file at the home office. He made a note to have our file forwarded to his office. He told me that all further dealings with the studio would be through his office and he gave me a stack of his business cards. He left us to make his own phone calls at the other end of the room. He returned and approached the producer, "Here is my card. Any transactions or communications with Ms. O'Connell or Mr. McManus will go through my office. Any direct contact with Mr. McManus or Ms. O'Connell by the Studio or the production staff is prohibited. We will file a complaint if we are made aware of any such contact." "We are in the process of filing a civil suit against all parties involved as well as in injunction against using any footage of the accident for publicity or press releases. We will forward any discovery to the DA's office if we find any negligence or malfeasance. We are also filing an injunction against the release of Ms. O'Connell's name or her company to the press or any publicity." He hastily nodded his head and more sharks joined the feeding frenzy. Three lawyers from the studio entered the fray. They took a look around and instantly stood either side and in front of the producer. It was also then that Mathew Bowden stepped out of the shadows and all three took a step back. Two detached themselves from the producer and joined Mathew in a corner to whisper and make notes. I joined Frankie a few minutes later in ICU. The nurse by Red's bedside didn't comment and I was grateful that she didn't. The heart monitor was stable the steady ping was almost soothing if it wasn't for the fact that it was plugged into Red. She was lying naked and face down a tube in her mouth and the top half of her back covered in some sort a gauze to protect what was left of her skin from the burns. Her head was covered in what looked like a skull cap and I wondered at that. The nurse watched me looking at her head. She smiled a second before I heard a voice behind me. "We had to shave what was left of her hair off. We needed to see for ourselves what damage the fire had done to her scalp. Fortunately, we did not find any singed hair in her nose or blistering in her throat. We've had to put her in a coma otherwise the pain would traumatize her so much that it would hinder her recovery. We will start to bring her out of it in a day or two." "It's a good thing you did, doctor. She would've skinned you alive before she would let you touch her hair. The doctor stood as tall as me with a goatee which I thought was a bad idea but it was his so I didn't comment. I left the room with the doctor leaving Frankie holding Red's hand. The doctor gave me the initial assessment of Red's injuries and her prognosis. He assured me that the best burn unit in the state is already on board. I knew he was truthful because I checked out the team before boarding the plane. I wanted the best and they were. The next ten days turned into a blur. I called Mrs. Gillins to check up on things. She told me to, "Get off the phone and stop bothering me." It was her way of saying Red is more important than anything going on with the company. She was right. I suppose years of spending so much time on the road, at seminars and visiting other companies had made all of our project teams semi-independent. They still had Mrs. Gillins to make the final decisions if or when needed and they knew she had blanket approval from me. My greatest difficulty was getting Frankie to eat. Thankfully her slave training has progressed enough to where she could let her mind go once I put her under protocol. She has slowly accepted the fact that her sister was in a bad way and wasn't going to be leaving the hospital for some weeks to come. She slept when she was told to; eats when I placed it in front of her and held me as often as she could. Mathew and his staff kept me apprised of everything. The initial ruling on what happened on the set was an accident based on the film footage and eye witness accounts but the investigation continues. They are expecting the final report to come out in about a month after the forensics team reconstructs everything. Mathew recommended that we retain an independent accident investigation team to go over the evidence for the pending lawsuits. I agreed with him and told him to move forward. One thing they were all sure about was that if Red hadn't pulled the films leading lady out of the way they would be looking at a tragic death rather than an awful accident. Red's family came into town a couple days after we did. Frankie and I spent some time with Red's folks. None of them had met her but all instantly knew her when she came into the room. It took awhile for Frankie to calm down. I guess she was feeling overwhelmed. Red's family meant everything to her and, although they would not stand in her way, she wanted to let them know in what direction her life was taking. Her relationship with me and, by extension, Frankie was known to her family. This was her second of two conditions Shannon and I agreed to when Red joined our family. Grace, Red's mother, and Niamh hugged Frankie when we came through the door. They went off into the corner to tearfully talk and commiserate. We could hear giggles and laughter in the corner after awhile as they regale each other with stories of Red. Shaun, Red's father, and I had took two seats by the window drank coffee and waited to be allowed back in to Red's room. We were not allowed in because the medical team was having one of their conferences by her bedside. We knew the team will stop by here when they were done so we waited. My cell rang and Mathew Bowden's name flashed onto the screen so I excused myself and moved to a quiet corner. Mathew had found out that the studio was going to release a press release within the hour. They were going to put a positive spin on the whole thing. They were even releasing some of the footage of Red charging into the leading lady pushing her to safety. The leading lady, the director, and the stunt coordinator will be at the press conference to answer questions. "Can you make this go away?" "No, not completely, the judge limited the injunction to any footage that shows conclusively that it was Red. The police and DA's office have allowed the release of the footage because there is, preliminarily, no criminal liability and they have copyright on the film footage." "Stall them and get me a day. I need twenty-four hours Mathew." The pause was longer this time. "You have it. I will request a review of any footage before the press release. If I can push it I will get you two days but the press is pushing the studio for details. The leaks are increasing by the day. The cynic in me thinks the studio is orchestrating the leaks to increase publicity for the film. I wouldn't put it pass them" I closed my cell and I saw every eye in that room was on me. As I opened my mouth to speak the doctor came into the room. The smile on his face told us more than he ever got the opportunity to say ahead of time. "Ok folks we have good news and good news." Just like a typical doctor always going for the dramatic effect. I suppose if you worked in ICU giving good news to the family mitigate the many times when he had to deliver bad news. So I smiled and let him have his moment knowing full well I was about to send his world into a spiral when he was done. "Our patient is responding well and woke while we were doing our assessment. Her response was and I quote 'Keep the noise down I'm trying to sleep here' unquote. He paused to see if our response to Red's comment was positive. He relaxed realizing that would be a normal statement from Red indicating her mental facility is good. The doctor left us soon after promising they would be finished with their tests in about a half hour then we will be allowed to visit with her. Everyone's attention turned to me as soon as the doctor left expecting a report from my phone call. "Mathew says that the film studio is going to hold a press conference later today so that they can put a positive spin on the whole incident. The leading lady will be there speaking about the incident. There is information leaking about the incident and the press is demanding more." Grace, Frankie and Niamh looked at me from the couch with grave concern. "We know about your lifestyle son and you own my daughter, Jack, but that doesn't stop her being my daughter. I sure hope you have a plan because I can't think of any way from keeping her life with you out of the public eye other than suing all parties involved." I knew what he was really asking and I truly felt for him. "We all know your daughter was open to you about her life from the very beginning. I understood from the very start that, in her heart, she was still a traditional Irish girl and family meant everything to her. I can't fix something this big. Her medical needs outweigh every other consideration including risking exposure of her private life. I can minimize the damage but that's all. The law firm we retained to handle the matter have been instructed to fight to keep Red's private life out of the public eye. They are one of the best in this arena and they have taken off the gloves." Detective Shaun O'Connell (Retired) looked over at his family for consensus after hearing me out. They nodded their understanding and agreed to let me continue doing what I'm doing. He extended his hand in abdication of the wellbeing of their daughter to me. I shook his hand conveying understanding of the gravity of this agreement knowing full well how difficult it is for this proud man to step aside. "I still have a few friends in the department, if they can help they will." I nodded and got busy. "Doctor Kellerman." "When did you start to answer your own phone? I thought you got those minimum wage assistants of yours to do that for you." The roar of laughter came over the line. "You caught me at a weak moment. What can I say? I have to let them go on dinner breaks or they get the union onto me. How, the hell, are you Jack?" "Joseph, I need your help." He immediately got serious because I never called him by his first name unless there was something significant happening. I explained that the story in the papers at the moment coming out of Quantum Studio's involved Red. "Oh shit. You mean the girl who stopped Caroline Atkins from being burned to a cinder was Red?" "Yes, it was. The doctor just gave us the team's assessment. I need your help. The press is going nuts wanting interviews and unless I can delay the studio going public about Red's involvement they'll be on us like a pack of wolves. They plan to show the film of Red getting Caroline Atkins out of the way but my lawyers are trying to limit her exposure. Joseph, Red's not in any state to have more pressure heaped on her so I need her gone." For the next twenty minutes we talked logistics. Although the family could only hear my side of the conversation I could tell they were beginning to feel better about the situation. I watched Niamh go in to see Red as I got off the phone. I told the family that Doctor Kellerman needed to talk to the medical team before we could proceed in moving Red to an isolated location. The family understood. I also told them that it was highly likely that we will be able to move Red because Dr. Kellerman is her primary physician and a highly respected internal medicine specialist and certified ER doctor. Mathew called me while I was in the hospital administrator's office. He managed to get the press conference changed to later that evening but that was the best he could do. The studio has tentatively agreed to keep Ms. O'Connell's name out during the press conference but her name won't be going to be kept out of the press forever given the leaks. Even though the hospital administration was well aware what will happen as soon as Red's identity is leaked since they are the primary hospital for any incidents that happened on any movie shoots in the area but they were not happy about it at all. They do have protocols in place to handle the press but they would rather not have their staff and patients impacted by the publicity. I explained my plan and Dr. Kellerman's involvement. They were happy to assist in our transition plan and they were very cooperative with Dr. Kellerman when he contacted them. The hospital administration made Red's medical team available as soon as Joseph called. Both medical teams quickly established a good rapport and developed a detailed plan on Red's transition. The hospital even offered to have the medical team available to travel with Red and continue the treatment plan as scheduled. Everything was agreed upon and put into motion. I sat in on the meeting but I was as useful as a fart in an elevator. I phoned down to Frankie and got her to ask if Shaun could contact his friends to form a police escort to the airport? I received my answer even before he started calling. My next call was one I wasn't looking forward to. "Father Patrick Stevens' residence" "Is the father in? This is Jack McManus." "Jack!" "Forgive me father for I have sinned so many times." "You have been a cross I must bare Jack. Sister Mary Patrick has worn a hole in her rug praying for your soul. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" Patrick Stevens was the man who married Shannon and me. He was also the man who placed her to rest along with our child. He held me when I railed against God and the unfairness of my losses. I think I would have hated him if he started spewing platitudes like, "It is God's Will" or "God needed them by His side". But he just held me and told me he didn't understand why God allowed this to happen and it wasn't fair. His understanding and his humbleness to admit he didn't know it all built a bridge for me to retreat from my darkness and possibly madness. After a while he brought Red to me thrusting her hand into mine when he did. Somehow he knew of about our relationship just as he knew that Red was what I needed. I came back three days later and thanked him for everything. He looked me in the eyes and told me he didn't know what I was talking about. I am ever in his debt. There is nothing I won't do for him. "Are you still publishing God's Gazette father?" "Jack McManus, I will not have the bi-weekly edition of the St. Mary's Chronicle spoken of in this manner. You know it is still in circulation since it's your company that donated the printing press and a 'mysterious' donor keeps us fully stocked on all our supplies." I couldn't help but smile. I liked this man and his efforts to be the moral voice of the community; the St Mary's Chronicle is the cornerstone of his efforts. Most of the time people from the town or from his congregation would phone in stories and, occasionally, he would go out on a tip. Our town became a close knit community when the paper came out. The paper published tidbits from its citizens; celebrated little accomplishments; published wonderful family recipes from the area; and admonished all to perform an act of kindness for a stranger. Pretty soon no one could perform those acts of kindnesses for strangers because there were no strangers in our town. Father Stevens has truly blessed all he's touched. "Father I'm going to hand you and your paper a scoop. 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he aftermath." It seems Father Patrick Stevens was still sharp as ever even as he approaches seventy. His next words gave him away and helped me by not having to go into too much detail. "Oh my Lord, so it is true. I've followed the story or at least as much as the studio have been willing to let out. How is she Jack?" We talked for some time. I told him Red's condition and our attempts to hold the studio back from releasing any information about her. But the dam was about to burst and I was almost powerless to stop it. We talked about Joseph Kellerman's involvement and our plan. "Father she is still in a bad way but the hospital has agreed to the move her. Joseph is already on his way here in an air ambulance. We have the transportation covered and Joseph is taking Red back with him along with her medical team. He has a private clinic already on standby. I need you to handle the interview, please Father, no pictures." "Is she that badly burned Jack?" The concern in his voice was touching. I knew I had to quickly dispel his run away imagination. "She has some third degree burns on her upper back and the bottom half of her neck. She was shielding Caroline Atkins as she pulled her from the scene. She is expected to make a full recovery but she will have scars. The press is going to descend on you once you print the story in St Mary's Chronicle. I'm sorry I'm putting you in this situation." "There is no need to apologize, Jack. Red holds a very special place in my heart. We will do everything to protect her. Now, set aside your worries about the press and go take care of her." He, as always, knew exactly the words to say to me to comfort me. We worked through the timing of the story and I could hear him making notes. I trusted this man like very few people in my life. I know he would treat this story with dignity and, when the press people came and parked on his front lawn, he would pass the offering plate asking for donations to the churches food bank. If anyone could stand fast against the sea of humanity that was about to descend upon him it was this man. However, this story will put St Mary's Chronicles on the map but that is the last thing he cares about but, really, this is all about me and Red and our lives. The tube was out of her mouth. Red watched me approach and smiled. Her eyes glazed with impending tears as I bent down to kiss her cheek. "You've been avoiding me." "Don't flatter yourself. You and Shannon always used to leave your dorm room a mess when we were at college. All these years and nothing changes. I'm still picking up after you." The heart monitor sped up for a moment. I can see Red's thoughts were elsewhere. "Happy times indeed. You know we left it a mess so you would get angry and punish us. We used to show each other our bruises resulting from our punishment and giggle about them." Our laughter quickly descended into silence. We just looked at each other feeling the tension build. The tears started trickling down her cheek. "I'm so sorry my master, truly I am, but I could not let it happen." "I know. You are Red. It's what you have to do." The silence was longer this time. Red seemed to be dreading what was coming. I leaned in close and kissed her cheek before I told her what was happening at the studio and why we needed to move her out of harm's way. Mathew Bowden stood next to me in the hospital administration office as I spent the next twenty minutes signing all the necessary forms. The hospital was covering there asses and I couldn't blame them. Joseph had called me and told me they had already landed and were waiting, a police car had turned up seconds after the wheels of the air ambulance had stopped and parked alongside them. The medical team made ready to travel with Red and so with a final hand shake and after thanking the staff the four police motorcycle team shot through the city on the way to the airport while the press sat and listened to the PR people at Quantum Studio's. They never did show the film of Red pulling Caroline Atkins out of the way though. Mathew and his staff pulled every trick in the book that finally forced the studio to capitulate and pulled any footage of Red at the conference. We know the studio will eventually break through all the legal maneuvering and release the footage but he gave us the time we needed and got Red out of the line of fire. Mathew and his staff earned every penny of the exorbitant fee they charged me. I even included a bonus along with a case of Cristal for what they pulled off. Joseph called me when they were about to take off and told me all had gone well. They were already hooking Red up and making her comfortable as I heard the pilot in the background telling everyone they had been given priority clearance as they prepared for takeoff. I turned to see some very anxious faces staring at me, "They're in the air. Joseph is taking Red to his private clinic. Tomorrow Father Stevens will interview her and print her story in his paper the same day. By evening the special edition will be all over town and by early tomorrow the press with descend into our quiet town and try to waylay the father not knowing he is one of the toughest men they will ever encounter. Everything is proceeding as planned." There seemed little left for us to do now. Frankie and I hugged Reds folks and promised to keep them up to date on everything that was going to happen. I pulled Shaun aside and asked him to thank his friends for me. Shaun looked me in the eyes and with a hint of a smile on his lips told me he didn't know what I was talking about. I smiled as echoes of those same words had been used to seal a friendship. I told Frankie to make all the necessary arrangements to fly Red's family out next month to stay with Red for a week. Frankie threw herself at me and sobbed. It seems I'm losing my evil master rep. The news frenzy lasted another week before the next disaster grabbed hold of the public's attention. Father Stevens was a rock and limited all information other than what he himself placed in his newspaper. Sales of St Mary's Chronicle that day and the one that followed went through the roof and they had to print the edition several times exhausting all their supplies. It looks like the 'mysterious' donor will have to make another contribution. Reds progress was slow to start with but it crawled to a halt shortly after. She seemed to enjoy our daily visits but she was withdrawing into her shell. It may seem cruel but, after a week I told Red that we won't be back for awhile and that she took this opportunity to decide whether she still wants me to be her master and walked out. I told Frankie that she's forbidden to contact Red in any fashion. She stopped in the hall in shock then ran to plead with me. She can't just stop talking to Red! She would be lost without her sister! She kept at it until she saw the pain in my face. We went home and just held each other and prayed that Red would come back to us soon. We received a call from the Joseph a week later giving us Red's message, "Master, I'm so sorry. Please come back." We rushed to Red's room and the first words out of Red's mouth were, "I'm damaged, this will never go away I will always be scared." "So you refused me what's mine?" "Never my Master but you deserve perfection. All the plastic surgery will not bring back the Red you loved." "I demand obedience yet I'm not getting it from you. I don't expect you to come out of this unscathed or unchanged but I expect you to be part of this family. Don't you know the Red we love is not the shell you wear? It's the warm sassy caring woman inside. Your withdrawal from us has hurt us deeply and you will be punished for it." Her eyes lifted to look deeply into mine and her lip quivered for a moment. For the first time ever I saw her inner child. She was so afraid. Her question was a whisper. "What do you wish my Master?" "You will continue with your therapy until you are strong enough to go into surgery to receive your last skin grafts. You need these grafts to help rebuild your body's immune system. Your body is working too hard and it will eventually wear out. You will start physical therapy as soon as the medical team clears you so you can resume your physical trainer career. We want you to be with us for a very long time. You promised me some children and I'm holding you to it. As far as cosmetic surgery to remove the scars are concerned ..." I looked over at Frankie. "Take off your top and turn your back to Red." Frankie didn't even hesitate. "Frankie, I want you to schedule an appointment with Dr. Kellerman to have that tattoo removed. It offends me." Frankie turned around, stiffened up, and rubbed her hands together nervously before refusing, "No my master. To remove it is to disrespect the memory it represents. I will take any punishment you will give me for refusing but this tattoo is as much part of me my collar is. I cannot do as you command." I smiled and nodded to Frankie behind Red's back to let her know she is not in trouble. I turned back to Red, "Red, those scars are a badge of honor. They are as much part of you as your collar is. You saved someone's life. You had no thought of your own safety. Every time we see or touch those scars we will remember this tragedy but, more importantly, our hearts will swell with pride that one of our family is a hero." We grew quiet. Frankie and I watched Red as she struggled to come to terms with everything that has just transpired. Red looked up at us after awhile. We could see the gleam had returned in her eyes and we both broke out with great big grins. Red said, "I will do as you commanded my master. I will finish these courses of treatment and work to come back to you. I'm looking forward to my punishment." She had an impish grin as she continued, "I think it is time I sell my company in Hollywood and come home as we planned. I think we do need a baby in the house help mellow you out ... Master." Frankie walked up to Red and gave her a gentle hug before stepping back to be by my side. "We are family, get better and come home to us soon my sister." We had given ourselves the weekend off and spent it all with Red. Her mood changed for the better after our talk. Doc Kellerman was happy with her progress and even hinted that she could well come home soon. I had stopped monitoring the program that tracked Samantha's usage of her necklace. There seemed little point to it. Neither of us had heard from her for close to six weeks and, to be honest, I didn't expect to hear from her again any time soon. She had come to me to be my slave as Red was. She wanted Red's status so Red and I explained what that status entails. Red worked with her in Hollywood while she visited with Red. It has become painfully obvious to me that Sam just wanted her "slavery fix" while learning to take over for her dad to head his conglomerate. She wanted all the advantages without taking any of the responsibility. She is, in some ways, very much like Red was in the beginning. The biggest difference was that Red had a desire to connect with us regardless of whether she was in her public mode. I don't see the same desire from Samantha. She puts us on the shelf when she's in public and pulls us off the shelf when she chooses to be a slave much like her collar. I need to break her of this behavior or I will have to let her go. It breaks my heart to even think it but I have no other choice. Samantha was in my chair when we got back. I gave her a scathing stare and yelled, "Get the fuck out of my chair, and who gave you access to my office?" She quickly jumped out of my chair and stood by Frankie as if seeking some form of protection. I grabbed the phone and called the reception desk demanding the person who answered get to my office right away before slamming the phone down glaring at Samantha. Within two minutes the guard from the reception desk came running into my office panting from his exertion. "Ok Tony, who allowed this woman into my office?" Tony quickly stole a glance towards Samantha before his attention returned to me. "Sir, she's Samantha Harper. She has been here a couple of times with both you and Francine. I told her you were not in but she said she knew you wouldn't be long and would wait for you." "Tony listen to me very carefully, your future with this company could depend on your answer. Who signs your paycheck, me or her?" Tony went white, Samantha took a step forward and I shouted at her, "Stand fucking still!" Tony stood stock still white as a sheet then his shoulder slumped resigning himself to whatever consequences he will suffer from his lapse in judgment. I stared at Samantha letting all the anger, frustration and tension that have accumulated over the last many weeks pour out onto her. My mind railed against her intrusion at the worst possible time. Her lack of respect of her status and my boundaries finally pushed me over the edge. "Ms. Harper, I almost lost one of the two most precious people in my life. I do not have either the time or patience to deal with your attitude. You need to rethink your attitude and approach us appropriately. I will not hesitate to sever any relationship with you or your company despite what it will cost me. Do you understand?" Samantha turned white with shock. She was beginning to see how her actions have nearly destroyed any relationship with me and my family. The use of her formal name and the exclusion of her as part of my inner circle were not lost to her. "Mr. Willard. Please escort Miss Harper to the front security desk and book an appointment for her please." Samantha meekly allowed herself to be led out. All defiance and willfulness drained out from her. Mrs. Gillins only gave away her presence in the office when she quietly gave her instructions to Tony. He nodded to her and extended his hand to Samantha. She opened the door for Tony and Samantha then closing the door behind them. I looked into Samantha's lost eyes as the door shut severing our connection. Mrs. Gillins finally walked over the Frankie and gave her a hug and asked her if she was ok. She waited until Frankie nodded and tried to put on a smile before she let her go and turned to look at me. "Mr. McManus, you may own the company but, sadly, Miss O'Connell is still in convalescence and therefore cannot reign in your temper. Your attack on Mr. Willard was not necessary since it is Miss Harper you wished to punish. Go home Jack. I'm sure Miss Harper will no doubt turn up there so punish her there. Fortunately, you're... lapse in manners will be viewed as stress you have both been under since Miss O'Connell's accident." Her words hit home. Everything she said was true so I could see no reason to disagree with her. Mrs. Gillins returned to the business of the corporation and informed me that the status of all the projects is in my email ready for review ... from home ... then she invited me to leave the premises. She nodded to us both and walked out of my office returning to her office and closing her door. All we could do was watch her leave. "Bet you won't fire her." "I'm not that brave. Come on lets go home. I hate to admit it but she is right." As we passed the security desk I shook Tony's hand apologizing for my outburst. Neither one of us could decide what we wanted for lunch so we grabbed a couple of pizzas on the way out of town. My intention was to catch up on some work and let Frankie relax for the rest of the day. All of which changed when we saw the rental parked in front of the cabin. Frankie quickly grabbed the pizza boxes and disappeared into to cabin. I watched Frankie in wonder. Is this the same young woman who kneeled beside the hot tub pleading with me to take her as my slave? She is truly blossoming into a precious lady. I see more and more of Shannon in her. She has the same innate ability to sense others needs and how to fulfill them. My attention returned to Sam. "What do you want Samantha?" I opened the door to let Sam in before entering. I saw Frankie disappearing into the kitchen. She came out, sans pizza, with bottles of water. She set out two at the kitchen table taking one with her to the sun deck ostensibly to sunbath but really to give Sam and me the necessary space. "Don't make me ask again Samantha." "Look, I know I deserved what you said earlier, but dad has kept me busy and there never seems to be enough hours in the day." "Tell me Samantha, have you kept your necklace on since I gave it to you?" Her hand instinctively touched her necklace as she nodded her head. I had the urge to drag her to the playroom and start her punishment immediately but I reined in my instincts to see how far she was going to go. "I've never refused any of you girls any access to each other and I know they gave you every opportunity to connect with them by trying to phone you to keep in touch and up to date with their gossip. I, in fact, encourage this access because you all need to feel connected to each other. Yet you barely return their calls." Samantha stiffened in the chair before looking down at her hands as her fingers interlocked and her knuckles went white. I watched as the slave and Samantha fought each other. I know there wasn't anything I could do for her until she said something. A great weariness and sadness came over me. It looked like I will lose one of my own. "Go home Samantha. Take your time and decide what to do with your life. There is nothing for you here." Her head shot up and looked at me. It was only then that I saw the slave and she was crying imploring me not to give up. "I am home." "No Samantha, this is where you rest your head. This is where you come, visit friends, and catch up before you go home. You've played at being a slave because it fills that void in you for a short while. At the core you are the CEO-in-training." She paused for a moment as she regrouped and tried again. "Ok, I will admit that I have got carried away with my status. My sister told me that may happen; I now understand why the girls wanted to keep in touch with me on the phone. I asked for the same status as my sister and you gave it to me willingly. It's only now I have seen that I have taken too much for granted." This is the first honest statement she's made in the cabin since we've been here. I held off from making any quips because I needed to teach her a lesson and it will also be a test for her. Her future with us is dependent upon her response. "Then I'm telling you to return to your folk's home. I have my reasons and they will become clear to you soon enough. Perhaps when you return I will get the truth from you because at the moment you're talking shit and disrespecting both me and the lifestyle you claim to want and need. So, get your ass off my seat and get out of our lives and wait for me to call you. Take this opportunity to figure out what the fuck is going on in your head." Frankie came in and stood by the door watching and waiting. It was clear to us both that Samantha wanted to say more, just as it must have been clear that I was becoming increasingly frustrated with her. "Can I at least stay tonight?" I just couldn't believe she wanted to negotiate an order. "Samantha, it's been clear by your actions for some time now that you haven't wanted to stay here or talk to the girls so why the insistence that you stay somewhere you haven't wanted to be for weeks? So, no, just go home and leave us in peace." Both girls looked at each other. Frankie walked up to Samantha and gave her a hug goodbye but said nothing. I remained seated since we had both said our piece. It was up to Samantha to get her head in order and I hope she would sooner rather than later. She stayed for a few minutes more and then she got up and left. The looks she gave me as she walked towards the door left me no doubt that she expected me to change my mind. I wearily said one last thing before she walked out the door, "Samantha, please leave your necklace before going." She froze then she reached for the clasp with trembling hands and removed the necklace and handed it to Frankie. She knew I was not going to back down. Frankie clutched the necklace to her chest and quietly cried as we watched the car speed away. Frankie turned to me to be held and whispered to me, "I keep losing my sisters. I can't take much more of this." "Frankie, you do know she will try to phone one of you?" I felt her head nod against me. "What do you wish me to say to her?" "Only tell her the truth relating to your sister but hold off on giving your opinion on anything else. She will either realize that she was never meant to be anything more than a pale shadow of her Father completely suppressing her slave self or she will learn to relinquish control of her slave within and begin to reconcile her two selves." Frankie pulled away from me to look into my eyes with concern. "You believe that my sister is that messed up?" I couldn't help but laugh before I held her tight to me once again. "What you see in Red is the finished product. Much of what's going on within Samantha happened to Red. I believe Red tried to warn her of this but Samantha did not believe she needed to reconcile her slave self and the business executive to be fulfilled. She believes that she can bring out the slave to play when she needs to unwind much like Red used to believe." "When you were a child your folks told you not to touch this because it was hot and it would burn you or you need to eat this because it's good for you. Those lessons in judgment we were taught lay the foundation we use to form our own opinions on what is good or bad for us. Red, in much the same way, tried to teach Samantha that anchoring her life to us all was the only way for her status to truly work. Your sister has ignored Red's lessons and now she is suffering the consequences." Frankie looked at me. I could still see she was confused until I reminded her that Red was the finished article. What Samantha saw in Red was a woman who is able to live in both worlds and thrive but not the work Red had to do to reach this point. She thought, in her arrogance, that she could attain the same balance without the work and ignored Red's lessons. The next few weeks we were busy with Frankie spent every waking moment with Red and I was occupied with the collaborative project with Montrose Industries. We ran into a number of issues that needed my and Rebecca's direct involvement. We hardly had time to see each other. I looked up one day and realized I had not spent any time with Frankie or seen Red. It was time I turned my attention to my girls. I called Mrs. Gillins to let her know I will be taking a few days off. I thought I heard her mutter "finally got a clue" before she hung up. I saw both girls sitting on the bed chatting and laughing as I came into Red's room. "How are my two girls doing?" Red squealed and jumped into my arms. "I am doing much better, Master. I've missed you but thank you for sending me Frankie. She has truly been a Godsend." Frankie gave me and Red a hug and said she needed to get some fresh air. Red and I visited all afternoon. I told her I needed to have Frankie with me for a couple of weeks as I was leaving. Red understood but looked a little down. I grasped her chin to look at me. "Listen, you will be coming home soon. Your homecoming celebration will be like no other we've ever experienced. Disney's got nothing on us. We love you and miss you." "I love you, too, Master. I can't wait to return home." We parted with a final hug and kiss. I lavished my attention on Frankie over the next few days. We went up to our lake to swim and sunbathe. We played in the playroom and she showed me how diligent she was in keeping the first law of a slave to our mutual satisfaction. We were in the hot tub when I hit her with it. As we talked I suspected she knew this conversation was coming. "You don't visit your folks as often as you should. You only do when I order you to do so." "I know. You're going to tell me to visit them now aren't you? I think what happened to my sister has made us both realize that we need to connect more with those we love, if anything it has made us realize how delicately balanced this life is. With your permission I would like to spend a week with them." I nodded my head in agreement. I held her a little tighter as we took solace in each other's embrace. "Why don't you call them and let them know you will be coming tomorrow?" The silence between us was expected with both of us too deep into our own thoughts to say much if anything. The words that came from Frankie just before we both got out of the hot tub made me smile, just a little. "Please my Master, can we go into the play room this evening? I wish to take you with me for my visit to my parents. I would treasure a bruise or two to remind me that I am but days away from returning to you." It had been three days since Frankie left to be with her folks. Marci called the first day ... sarcasm wasn't very attractive on her especially when she asked me to find out from my boss when he was going to steal her daughter away for a year again. The laugh she got in return didn't go according to her plan I don't think. As for me, I immersed myself in work and didn't come up for air until I found Mrs. Gillins in my chair glaring at me. "Do not take the tragic accident of Miss O'Connell to the extreme Jack. While she is convalescing you have Francine in your life and when Miss Harper finally pulls her head out of her ass you will have her as well. Until then take everything a day at a time, you are the head of this company and that alone allows you some latitude. But even that gets old eventually." I saw the look in her eyes and knew she wasn't about to move so I made myself comfortable for a long lecture. "Is this the same advice you got about your husband?" I immediately felt bad for the dig. There was sadness in her eyes, even after all these years. "Donny died in active service, Jack. All I have is a flag and his medals but I had my prince charming for awhile. You know I lost my son a couple years ago to cancer. Yes, I still mourn their loss but I do not blame my best friend for my tragedy. Miss Harper didn't cause the accident at the studio, Jack. She is simply struggling with herself. You need to help her not punish her because she wasn't there for you all." I looked down the corridor to see if anyone was near. Mrs. Gillins, knowing where this was leading, got up and shut my door. "How long have you known?" "About a year after I started working for you. Don't get me wrong I have no interest in your lifestyle. You keep it discreet and for that I'm happy to help cover for you on the few occasions you slip up. The device you had Marlon build being one of them. Miss Harper needs your help. A little patience and some sessions, in what I believe you call it a playroom, will work wonders for her." Mrs. Gillins smiled, nodded and left my office closing the door behind her. I called Samantha and she picked up on the first ring. 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XII City of Flames -- 6 Sarah barely had enough time to duck behind the desk before the window crashed over her. The paladin was a hair too slow getting out of the way and in a beat he had a man in leathers on top of him, dagger bearing down on his face. He'd swung Sarah's pack up under the assassin's forearm just in time to catch the blade. Yet the force of the man's attack put him at an immediate disadvantage. Keiter and Tessarie both stared in disbelief, though the elf was much quicker on the draw than Sarah had expected. Perhaps it was the recent sex or perhaps it was what they had seen back at the temple-- whatever the reason, she made a run for the door. Half way across the room the front door blasted inward. The spring trap on the lock pwanged into action and three steel bars slammed into matching holes in the floor. The man and the woman that got caught on the other side aimed hand crossbows at Tess. Sarah raised her pistol. The paladin could take care of himself. She fired at the woman. The flintlock roared and the fat woman's head jerked back sharply. That moment seemed to wind down; the plume of smoke that erupted from the back of the weapon fluttered with aching slowness as the fat woman started to fall back, arcing blood from the finger sized hole in her skull. When she finally hit the railing Sarah's heart managed to beat. Gods forgive me. Tessarie whipped around, half ducking into the hall as the other attacker started reloading his crossbow. Another man was half way through the missing window, Sarah barely managed to get to her feet in time to get knocked back down by the new attacker. Round and round they they tumbled-- he pulled her hair and she tried to gouge his eyes out but eventually he got the upper hand, shoved her down and straddled her chest. Hands grabbed her skull and slammed her. Again and again. Thump, thump, thump. Sarah's vision blurred as she clawed for the man's hands. A flash of pain. Magic. Coils of white energy wrapped around the man. He fell beside Sarah, struggling to breathe. A second later the paladin upended his attacker and pinned him down. Two punches later the man went still. He didn't give Sarah time to react before he was hauling her up. "You all right?" "You speak as though having a man atop me is something new--" "Down!" he shoved her to the side and grappled with another man trying to get through the window. In seconds the paladin had the man beaten down and unconscious. Gods he was goods with his hands. A crossbow bolt slammed into the desk beside Sarah's head. Somewhere along the line the man in the hall had been joined by two others with crossbows. They'd done their homework, it seemed. Sarah grabbed the paladin, yanking him down. "Out the window." "What?!" "Clear us a path! Keiter, Tessarie!" She pointed to the door. "Guests!" In seconds she had a plan, a very loose, dangerous plan, but the best one she could come up with. In that same time Tessarie had summoned up the courage to poke her head out. She ducked back around the corner. The small elf trembled, unable to move. Too scared to enter the line of fire and knowing there was no escape down the hall, she froze. Keiter, however, didn't. He scrabbled over the edge of the desk to get to the window while the paladin jerked the would-be attackers out of the way. "Come on, miss! We can't stay here!" Sarah tucked her pistol into her waist sash awkwardly and got to her feet. "Go, I'll get her!" "But--" "Argue later. Move now!" Before the man could react she had halved the distance to the hall. Knowing the men wouldn't risk shooting her didn't make it any easier for her to get through the hail of bolts. Fancy dress or not, dirt never looked good on Sarah's knees. She crawled as quickly as she could and tumbled into the hall. She grabbed Tessarie by the fringes of her coat and jerked her along. "Come on, sweety." "S-s-" "I know." "But!" the elf tried to jerk away. Sarah yanked her all the harder, flinging her deeper into the hall before she smashed her entire forearm into a section of the plaster to the right. It gave just as she had designed it to, revealing a lever the size of her forearm. She used both hands to pull it outwardly. A section of wall opposite the bathroom dropped in a flourish of plaster dust and cracking wood. The hallway beyond was a dusty circular mess of old books and forgotten scrolls rotting in piles that trailed down into the gloom. "Go, go, go." "W-" "Go!" She shoved the girl into the hall. "Meet me at the south market before dawn! Don't be late, I'm not waiting!" Sarah shoved the lever back into position. "What about-" was as far as the elf got before the stairs dropped into one another making the circular staircase into a circular slide. She screamed even as she disappeared into the darkness with the spill of papers and books. With the girl out of the picture, Sarah turned her attention back to the main room. There was still had one thing she couldn't leave behind. The men outside her office were cursing violently as they tried to undo the bars, making no headway as Sarah crept up to the edge. From her vantage she could see the spell that Keiter had cast on the would be kidnapper had warn off and he was getting to his feet. Just beyond him, however, she saw what she was after. She bolted into the room and scooped up the jar of picked sausages she'd lifted from McDowels. Barely breaking stride she smashed it into the recovering man's head and ducked to the side, not waiting to see if the attack had any effect. "Hey! What was that?" "Gods-- its her!" "No it's not!" Sarah shot back as she ducked behind the crates of books. One particular crate near the back held the book she wanted, the book she needed. "Just a figment of your imagination--" a crossbow bolt punctuated her diatribe by punching into the crate she was using for cover. "How very uncouth!" Where was it? Where the fuck was it?! Sarah upended the crate. It was always right on top-- Had scarface's men got here first? No. No. She had been careful. None of the locks had been breached. Of course they hadn't been inside. If so, where was the damned book? Sarah rifled through the haphazard pile of books. Another bolt punched into the crate. Behind her the man she'd hit stirred with a pained groan. It wasn't here. A book with a bass relief ship was easy to find amidst flat ones, even without her glasses, it was here. It was always here. Her heart punched into her throat. "Gentlemen!" Sarah ducked lower. "Come out and you'll live!" "There was a book here--" This was a waste of time, she decided. She palmed a smaller book, peeked around the edge of her cover. The men were aimed at her hiding place. "Tell you what! There's an acid trap over the door which I would hate to have to trigger!" "Bullshit, girlie! I went over every inch of this place--" "As much as I'm prepared to indulge your fantasies about just how many places of mine you can get your nimble fingers, I should remind you that you missed the trap on the lock." In the ensuing pause Sarah took the book between her teeth, gauging her chances of getting through the open window before she caught a bolt. The man in between her and the window was almost back to his senses. It was now or never. She sprang forward, stopping just long enough to grab two of her favorite sausages. She used the down man as a stepping stone to get on to the desk and out the window. "Love to stay but I really must be going!" she said around the book's spine. "Shit!" The iron ledge just outside her window was nearly invisible from the ground floor but wide enough-- and sturdy enough-- that she could climb along it with little issue. Fortunately it seemed as though the paladin had taken her advice and gone on ahead. Perfect. There was a lot to be said for planning ahead, and Sarah had been meticulous in her planning. The grating looped around the building to a small court yard attached to the far side of the building. Out of view from the general public, it was a pleasant place to spend an evening if one wanted some privacy. Next to the ladder that lead to it, however, was a thin rope that connected her building and the next door tenements. The downward angle of the rope was a sharp drop from the second floor to the first. Sarah tucked her pickled meat snacks into her sash and removed the book from her mouth. She eyed the distance warily. Had she calculated everything right? Of course she had. Of course she had. Pounding footsteps below signaled the arrival of a couple of new men in leathers. Something clacked against the metal grating behind her. Probably the man who she'd hit with the jar. Twenty feet was a hell of a long way to drop, she looked down. Her breath came in quick sips as she straddled the line with the book and wrapped both of her hands around it. Gods, oh gods, oh gods-- With that thought she shoved forward and started sliding down the zipline. Immediately the line started to sag. In a flash Sarah could see she was going to hit the courtyard wall. "Shitshitshit" "There!" one of the men below shouted. Sarah tucked her legs up against her chest. Ten feet away from the wall she felt someone make a grab for the corner of her dress. She looked down to see scarface sneering up at her. It was a risk-- he was pulling her down enough to ensure she'd hit the wall but if she lost her grip she was done for any way. She risked it. She booted him in the face as hard as she could manage. The tension released like a spring and she went sailing over the wall only to slam into the plaster wall of the tenement and fall into a heap on the cobbles. With a low groan she managed to right herself and get her bearings. Two heads poked over the wall seconds later but Sarah was already sprinting around the building. She made damn sure that by the time they were over the wall she was gone. There were only so many places in high society you could go without your papers. Fortunately, Sarah hadn't found them just yet. She smoothed her way onto the Dini estate grounds with a few words and a casual name drop, only to find out that the girl she had come to visit was attending a masquerade ball. Any hope of her getting her travel permit was almost instantly dashed. Until she got to the grounds themselves. Getting in amongst the up and coming débutantes, ladies in waiting and a flustered baronet had proven remarkably easy, even without attire suited to the event, she had managed to find her target. Beautiful as the day Sarah had met her, Mieleesa was the spitting image of poise, confidence, feminine grace, and just the right amount of coyness that set Sarah's heart to pattering. On the couch, surrounded by nobles and people with more money than brains, Sarah slunk closer to the girl to bask in her warmth. "I hate to impose, dear, but I have a small problem that could be undone with your* delicate touch." The girl fidgeted slightly, inching away. "I'm telling you, Sarah, I can't! My father would have my head!" When Sarah spoke she lowered her voice to a warm, sultry purr "I would dare not place you in danger, but you must understand. Should I not be able to leave, I'll surely not be able to ensure he has what he desires, will I?" "B-- But--" "Think about it this way" The woman slid closer to the girl, pinning her against the arm of the couch, now thigh to thigh. She smiled a little at her discomfort. She knew that look intimately. "I will see to it both of you are pleased, but I require one small thing to get started. A little travel pass. Nothing more." "But--" the girl stopped when Sarah leaned over and kissed her ear. "I can be exceptionally grateful, sweetheart." Time kept slipping through Sarah's fingers and so she pushed back. "Or should we tell him why you shouldn't be wearing white to your wedding?" "I-- I--" "Let's not argue, dear. Get the travel pass and meet me at the south gate." Sarah pulled back and motioned her on. "Off you go." The moment of confusion passed and the girl stood and wandered off into the crowd. Sarah watched her go and only when she was out of sight did she slump back into the warmth of the couch with a sigh. Out of the corner of her vision she caught sight of a short girl watching her in her own periphery. She was beautiful; a compact, toned girl in a floor length dress with embroidery that depicted card suits on it. She had the most mesmerizing purple eyes and while she didn't look as though she had a touch of elf blood in her, the unnatural color and slight rearward cant of her ears hinted at a lineage from the fey realms. "Did you enjoy the show?" She abruptly looked to the girl, flashing a warm smile she didn't feel. "Excuse me?" the girl's voice flowed smoothly. A rare treat indeed. Sarah flicked her gaze over the short woman and smiled to herself. A modest bust, a tight body wrapped in a slinky dress-- oh, but her hips were something special. Her trim waist flowed smoothly into womanly, holdable hips that were absolutely made for Sarah to put her hands on. If only she had the time. Gods. "Come now, there's no need to be coy." She patted the bench beside her and made room. When the girl didn't join her, she leaned forward and smiled up at her. "I was gifted with a sense for when I'm being watched, dear, so please. If something you see interests you, perhaps it would be better to start with a name and a friendly hello, hm?" The girl downed the rest of her wine in one quick swig, eying Sarah thoughtfully. She chose her words carefully. Sarah liked her immediately. "What're you implying?" Sarah grinned a catty tell-all smile, giving her another appraising look. Oh, yes, she would be a beautiful treat. "I imply nothing that doesn't begin with a curiosity in one's own heart dear. And I dare say, yours is a very curious one indeed." "Maybe so*" "Alas, were time infinite, I would love nothing more than to indulge that curiosity. Sadly, I have somewhere to be." Sarah hauled herself up, standing a full head over the girl's diminutive stature. She was smaller than Tessarie-- odd. Sarah closed the distance between them and ran her finger over the rim of the girl's wine glass without breaking eye contact. "It shames me to leave the presence of someone so beautiful with doubt in eyes so warm, but the hour is late." She turned to leave. "Perhaps another time." "Wait," the girl said as she grabbed Sarah's forearm. Sarah jerked free by reflex. "What do you know about dragons?" That caught Sarah off guard. She blinked, eying the girl once more. "Enough to know that after the night I've had, I have no patience nor time to deal with such silliness. Fair eve, beautiful gambler." Sarah slunk out of the ball as quickly as she could, casting a surreptitious glance back and wondering just what she was leaving behind. There was still one more visit to make before she could leave. Novik maintained a number of safe houses throughout the city, each of them designed outwardly to resemble a traditional eastern family home. He went so far as to furnish each one with modest but respectable furniture and throw rugs. If one looked really carefully, they might even notice that every single of those safe houses were coated in had the same prescribed amount of dust; just enough to show they were lived in but never enough that the 'owner' would appear obsessive. The same couldn't be said for his real home, however. Settled amidst the merchant homes of the lower west end, Novik's was a simple two story affair with a beveled roof and a garden atop it. From her position on the porch Sarah could see through the bay window that the decore had changed little in the last year; plenty of warm colors, good furniture and an old world charm. It meant that Amber hadn't lost control of the house. She smiled faintly and knocked on the door. The bright faced middle aged woman that answered the door started to smile but faltered when she saw who it was. The smiled dissolved in an instant. "S- Sarah." "Dear miss, it has been too* long." The woman frowned. "Not long enough. What are you doing here?" She glanced around Sarah as if someone might overhear them. "I thought we agreed it would be for the best if--" "As much as I would love nothing more than to spend an evening gazing into those beautiful brown eyes, I was actually looking to talk to your husband*** It's a matter of business, you see." "He isn't here and my son is sleeping. You'll have to come back later." Amber started to close the door but Sarah braced her foot against it. "I really must insist, dear. Do you know when he'll be back?" The woman blanched even as she gave the door an experimental push. Finding it unyielding against Sarah's boot, she finally acquiesced and slithered out of the way. Sarah sauntered through the house to the study in the back. Precious little had changed in the last year and even now a thick layer of dust clung to the old volumes filling the air with a pleasant musk that reminded her of lost knowledge. A dozen crystal sculptures dotted the wrap around book case like tiny stars amidst a sea of multicolored leather. And then there was the butterscotch cognac. Decades old and imported from farthest eastern regions in the known world. And no one around to protect it. "What's this about, Sarah?" Amber eyed her from the lip of the door frame. "Novik won't like that you've come." Sarah didn't look up as she poured herself a drink. "Oh, I suspect he won't." She took a sip. "Ah, there's a familiar flavor." "Sarah--" "Regretfully, dear, I prefer to be the arbiter of who enters my home as well. Your husband seems to think I allow strange men into my home uninvited." "O- Oh*" "Indeed," she drew the word out. After a second she flashed a smile. "I don't hold that against him, though, I dare say I enjoy being the center of attention for so many strapping young men." Another smile lit her face at the woman's look of confusion. "Well, er-- He should be back shortly" Sarah took another pull from her cognac, savoring the gentle burn as it worked its way down her throat; a little taste of warmth in a cold night. "I'm sure he will." She casually refilled her glass and claimed one of the wingback chairs in the corner of the room. Amber crossed her arms under her breasts, frowning. "No, please, make yourself at home, I don't mind." The half-elf leaned back in the chair with a smile. "As I recall, last time it was--" "That was a long time ago, Sarah. I've changed." "I can tell," she lied and patted her lap. "Why don't you come over here and we discuss just how much?" There was moment-- just one-- where Amber looked about ready to approach, but when it faded she fixed Sarah with a cold expression. Changed indeed. Physically she'd changed, there was no question; the years had been kind to her and even though she'd gained a few pounds, they filled out her curves generously. From the flowing swell of her bodice down to the gentle curve of her stomach. She looked more feminine than Sarah remembered her ever being. "You look good, dear." "Don't," Amber frowned. "I know where this is going and I'm not going with you. Not this time." It was a dull ache that burned in the back of Sarah's mind as she crossed her legs, eying the woman up and down. She let out a sight and filled the silence with another drink. "I am capable of being serious now and then, dear girl." "I remember you said that to me once--" Sarah put her hand up to silence the woman. "Oh, no? Don't tell me how much 'the truth hurts' and how 'things are complicated'--" "Amber." "No--" "I didn't want to hurt you." Sarah forced herself to remain seated. "I tried," she murmured. She was already lying and she knew it. "I thought--" her voice died when she heard the door open. Novik's plodding footsteps echoed through the entire home and before Sarah knew it, his bulk was occupying the door frame beside his wife. No one spoke as the larger man processed what he was seeing. During that time Sarah took a pull from her drink and slid her hand over the butt of her concealed pistol. Before she'd finished, he spoke in a low, defeated tone. "Excuse us, would you?" After ushering his wife into the living room he looked to Sarah and let out a slow sigh. "I suppose I should say something like 'I didn't expect to see you,' shouldn't I?" "That would be rather clichéd, I think." Sarah smiled over the rim of her glass, finished the rest and reached for the decanter. "Have a seat." "That's expensive, you know--" "Dear. After the night I've had, I'm willing to take it on faith that I'm due recompense. Would you like some?" "No*" After she finished filling the glass, she tucked the bottle down beside her in the chair. Let him wonder. "Where shall we begin, hm?" "Well," the pallor man took a chair opposite her. "I think I have an idea--" "I bet you do." "I didn't have a choice, Sarah." The alcohol burned, but not nearly as much as those words. Between the booze-fueled burst of courage and the anger roiling deep in her soul, she couldn't stop herself. "We all have choices, Novik. I trusted* you--" "No you didn't." "I--" "Then you're twice the fool, aren't you?" He spread his hands. "I'm in the business of information dealing. I like you, but it's just business--" "How much was I worth?" "You know I can't--" Sarah clutched her glass tighter. "I have the entire rogues guild bearing down on me and all you're--" "A lot," he slumped back. "A lot. Enough that I could retire*" Novik let the implication hang in the air like a blade. He was just looking out for his family. She couldn't fault him for that, could she? She could, she decided. "You're going to throw our relationship out for a few coins? I'm disappointed. Sorely!" "We never had a relationship, Sarah. You paid me to help you find people and hide, but it was just business. It was always business." "You're a vulture, is that it? Circling car--" "You're drunk." "Hardly! I've seldom been as clear as I am now, but you, my delusional cohort have a great deal to learn about how this is going to work." That got his attention. He righted himself and his hand started to drift towards the shadow between his leg and the cushion on which he sat. Sarah made her pistol visible, locking gazes with him. Slowly he pulled back. "What do you have in mind?" "Now, that's more like it, isn't it?" Sarah leaned forward. "There's a man named Vestrin who's been looking for me" Novik offered a non-committal nod. "Where does he live?" "You know better--" "Dear boy, believe what you like, but I'm trying to help you both" Sarah dampened her lips with her tongue. The sweet kiss of butterscotch made it easier to smile, if only a little. "Consider this a friendly warning from someone with experience. Dragons don't pay their debts, they have their debtors killed." Novik gripped the arms of the chair lightly. In his eyes was a flicker of doubt and even before he spoke the concern had become real. "What're you talking about?" "I'm going to take a shot in the dark here. Feel free to stop me if I'm wrong," Sarah leaned forward and downed the rest of her drink. "It was a young woman with chestnut skin and pale eyes the color of fried peaches and wavy chocolate hair. She smelled like hazelnut and sage and spoke in a low rumbling purr, didn't she?" "I" He exhaled a nervous laugh. "You almost make it sound poetic." "She claimed she was from the deep south, I suspect, though her accent was western?" "Yeah." "Then you need to leave." Sarah tried to get to her feet, instantly the world tiled slightly. "Immediately." "That bad?" "Had I the words to express it, I would happily do so. Suffice it to say, no matter how good you think you are with the chess board, you can't win this kind of game." "You seemed to be doing okay*" "I cheat." "So I can see." Sarah hefted her pistol up and leveled it at his face. "So, I'll ask again. Where can I find Vestrin?" Novik looked down to the side. He didn't even flinch as Sarah cocked the striker arm back. With a low exhale he looked up and met her eyes. "I can't, Sarah." "You can, you know you can." "What if you're wrong--" Sarah cut him off by jamming her pistol into his chest, stumbling into the chair so she was practically sitting on his lap. She broke the space between them with a whisper. "When the dragon kills your* family you can wax morality and client privilege for the rest of your days." He tensed. "They. Do. Not. Pay their debts." "I--" "Tell me where Vestrin hides, then take your family and leave this city tonight. Do you understand?" "B--" "I won't ask again," she pressed the barrel into the larger man's sternum. "I'm trying to help you." The large man leaned out of her personal space so he could meet her eyes. In that moment a hundred different emotions warred on his face, but finally he nodded. "All right. Do you know where Primrose is?" Sarah found the place despite being half sloshed. Nestled between two other small buildings in a nondescript section of town, it was designed not to stand out and for the most part it did it's job perfectly; it looked like every other boring hole in the wall tenement on the block. She knew looks were deceiving, though. However, in the ten minutes she spent searching around for traps and alarms, the only thing she found was a barred rear door entrance and perfectly mundane trash piled up against the side of the building. Curious, Sarah picked the lock on the door and let herself in. Even in the low light, navigating the dark home was easy-- a predictable layout and plenty of reflective glassware helped tremendously. The place was boring, even inside. Though it was clean, meticulously so. The lifeless sketches of flora adorning the walls had been cleaned recently and even the stairs leading up to the second floor could have been eaten off of. Sarah drew her flintlock and crept up the steps, managing by sheer force of will not to faceplant. Between the slats of the railing she caught a glimpse of the only room. Through the open door she saw a little boy. She started to lower her gun until she saw the red streaks running like cracks from the corners of his mouth up into his hair. She stumbled half way up the steps and slammed down hard on her arm. "shit--" "Dah?" The boy mewled. Sarah bit deep into her tongue. No, don't you dare. "N- No, sweety." You idiot. "W- Who's there?" After righting herself, Sarah tucked her pistol into her belt and reached for the silk gloves she'd balled up in her pockets. "My name's Sarah, sweetheart. What's yours?" "Marik." She edged up closer to the door, keeping an eye on the rest of the hall. "Are you alone, sweety?" When he didn't reply, she snuck into his room and knelt down in the shadow of the door's arc. "I won't hurt you, sweety. I was looking for your daddy--" "He's not here." "I see that. Do you know where he went?" The boy's cracked and peeling lips tried to purse together over his yellowed teeth. The red cracks had started to form on what little of his chest Sarah could see and then she saw the pail beside his bed burbling quietly with blackened bile. "Oh, no*" she breathed. "H--" Marik tried to talk only to cough up a wad of goo that ran from his lips like sap. "Shh. Sweetheart" Sarah's throat clenched tight. "Gods, doesn't he know you--" No. She couldn't say it in front of him. RedBlight did enough to its victims without the added stress of someone telling the victim they were done for. A pang of guilt bit deep into her side. She should have told the city watch, she should have ignored it and moved on. You couldn't help those suffering with the Blight, you could only risk infection yourself. And yet Sarah stood at the foot of Marik's bed, watching from some distant part of her mind as she touched his cool skin. The sheets were messy with bile and blood but looked recently changed and even being coated in sweat, he was trying to smile. Her heart sank. She couldn't help him. No one could. "I'm sorry" "It's okay Dah's going to get medicine." "Is he?" "Uh huh!" "Good," she whispered and stroked his ankle. "Can I get you anything?" Marik shook his head and hugged his pillow tight as Sarah continued to stroke his foot. It figured that the asshole had a sick child. Did he know that he couldn't help Marik? Did he have even the slightest idea? "I need to go, sweety*" "O- Okay. I'll tell Dah you wanted him!" The pang in her stomach bit even deeper as she started to turn away, promising herself she couldn't help. She couldn't, there was no question. She couldn't. "No, no. It's all right, I'll tell him." She dared a glance back at the doomed boy as though it would somehow help. She whispered his name as a prayer to whatever gods would hear it. Technically, she could have given him last rites, but what purpose did it serve when the Blight would destroy his soul anyway. Sarah's clenched her teeth, plodding down the steps. Tacked to the door was a playing card. An ace of diamonds. If she had any doubt whether or not it was important, the words 'Hello Sarah' scrawled across the bottom of the card sealed it along with her fate.	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Please read earlier chapters to understand storyline and enjoy it better! For those who have been following this series, your feedback requesting more of the story is appreciated, and I do hope to incorporate some of your ideas, including more characters in any future chapters. After a moment, mom seemed to regain her composure, as she let go of hugging me, and without looking at me directly said, "Rinse yourself off and get dressed." I did as instructed, grabbing the showerhead and spraying myself over with water, and rinsing around my cock and balls to get the remnants of semen from my last cum load off. Then I stepped out of the bath, grabbed a towel from the rail and dried myself off for a moment with my back to mom. I turned around to say I was off to get dressed and saw mom looking down at my now limp dick and balls. She had an intense look on her face, almost like she was mesmerised by my prick. "Dry your cock properly," she said, watching me. I was a little surprised at her saying this, but did as she asked, rubbing my cock and balls over with the towel. I caught a glance at her as I did so, and saw her lick her lips. It excited me again to see her do this, but not to the extent that it had any effect on my dick, just yet! "Actually, don't dress. Just put your gown on without anything on underneath and go downstairs and eat breakfast. I'll be down in a few minutes after I rinse off as well," she added. With that she drew the shower curtain across and I heard the sound of water spray over her. I threw my towel in the linen basket in the bathroom and walked naked into my room. My house-gown was on a chair in the corner. As I walked over to pick it up I passed by the full length mirror in my room and just stood for a moment looking at myself nude. My chest swelled and I felt confident as I did so. I had finally fucked mom. Twice, in fact, and boy it had felt great. Now, I wanted more. I wondered if she would let me carry on doing that as part of our sessions. I just couldn't get enough of her voluptuous, sexy body! I pulled the gown on and went downstairs. I sat down at the kitchen table with some orange juice and cereal and started eating. As I eat, I wondered what we would do today and what mom would wear for me to keep me 'stimulated' as she put it. After about 20 minutes, I heard mom come down the stairs. I was a little disappointed to see she had herself completely covered up in a white cotton bath gown. She was holding a blue document folder in one hand. She didn't look at me as she came in, but just started to get her breakfast ready. I didn't say anything. There was silence for a while. Then mom came over and sat opposite me and started eating some toast she had made, and sipped on a cup of coffee. She looked at me and said, "Now, Jacob, what we did this morning must be a complete secret between us." "Yes, mom," I replied, in a serious tone. "Did you enjoy it?" she said, much to my surprise. "Yes, of course," I replied. "Bit of a strange question," I added, truthfully. "Well, I was wondering if you felt guilty that it was not right." "It felt right, mom," I replied honestly. "It just felt like something natural to do, like all the other stuff we've been doing." "I'm glad you are comfortable with it," she replied firmly. "I just wanted to make sure. I should have restrained myself though, I think," she added, "But over the past week, since the doctor said I should help you get samples of your cum, seeing your nude body, and you appreciating mine, well...you've awakened a part of me that has been dormant since your father left." She paused for a moment, looking into her coffee cup. "But, your penetrating me means that we haven't managed to collect proper samples today and that's why I think we must not do it again. It's just too hard for you to pull out in time." I felt a bit disappointed, but just nodded in agreement, so as not to make it an issue. After mom finished eating, she said, "I've brought the record of your semen measurements taken from the measuring beaker. You know I've been keeping a note after every session." I nodded. I had not seen the record sheets so far, and keenly looked over as mom pulled a couple of sheets out from the document folder. Come over here so you can see better. I moved my chair around so that I was sitting next to mom and we faced the same direction. She put the sheets on the table in front of me. Mom had pencilled in amounts in several boxes in columns, each column representing a day. As I looked through what she had noted down, I could see that most of my cum measurements were somewhere between 25 and 40 millilitres each time. But I noticed there was no total for each day. "Mom, do you mind if I just add up what I've been producing each day?" "No, I guess not," she replied. "I think the doctor was going to do that anyway." I got up for a moment and grabbed a calculator from the kitchen drawer, and then sat down again next to mom. I started totting up the amounts for each day. There were 6-7 cum loads per day noted. It took a few minutes and mom watched me whilst I added them up. Then when I'd added up each column so that the figures for each day was done, I looked closely at the final figures. It appeared that even though the amounts I had been producing varied a little each time, the daily amounts never showed more that 5-10 millilitres of variance. "That's interesting," I said finally. "What is?" Mom replied. "Look, can you see that the amounts I'm producing each day aren't that much different? That means that even if we miss a collection or two, we could probably just work out an average." Mom smiled at me. "I see," she said. "So what your saying is that we can fuck once or twice a day without worrying about collecting you're cum to measure are you?" I blushed, hearing mom be so blunt. "Er...actually I hadn't thought of it that way," I replied, truthfully, as I had been engrossed in working out the figures and what they might mean. "But, I suppose that's one of the outcomes of the results so far," I said, trying to sound all serious and scientific about it. "I see," said mom. She looked at me hard in the eyes. "So are you saying that we could even go a full day without collecting and measuring your cum?" "Er.. well.." I replied, "I don't think we should do it too often, but we could do that occasionally, as long as we did take normal collections and measurements on other days until the doctor has worked out what is going on with my condition. Otherwise we might mess up working out the averages." "Ok," replied mom. She seemed to have a bit of a mischievous look on her face now. I couldn't quite make out what she was thinking, but my dick was starting to twitch a bit under my gown. "In that case Jacob," said mom, with an intense look on her face, and I also noticed her cheeks flush, "Why don't we forget about collecting samples today in the semen beaker. You have got me very aroused since morning, and I think that today, I will help you to cum as naturally as possible, and in return I want you to help satisfy me too. How does that sound?" I gulped, not quite believing what I had just heard, and my dick was now tenting up my gown. I could not hide it, and mom saw this, as I was sitting right next to her. I just nodded, still not knowing quite what to say. "I can see your cock is in agreement," said mom with a wide smile and then a giggle. "Let's go upstairs to my bedroom," she said. She stood up and as I did so too, my hard cock was still pushing my gown up below my waist. Mom giggled again. Well that looks a bit silly, let's make you more comfortable and untie your gown. And with that, she pulled on my belt untying it, and my gown opened from the front, partly exposing my nakedness underneath, and my erect dick popped out. "That's better," said mom, and grabbing my hard on said, "Come on." Mom walked in front of me and pulled me along behind her holding my cock like it was some rod attached to my body! Fuck! I couldn't believe it! It was like mom was taking me upstairs for sex! And she had said her bedroom this time, not mine. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Mom gently pulled me along the hallway and then up the stairs, and then finally let go of me as we entered her bedroom. Mom's bedroom was bigger than mine and she had a king-size bed as opposed to a double in mine. She also had an en-suite bathroom like me. All along one wall opposite her bed were fitted cupboards with sliding doors, which all had full length and width mirrored fronts on them, so that the entire room almost looked double in size as you stood in the room looking at the mirrored cupboard wall. For someone who I had always thought of as very prudish until now, mom liked mirrors a lot, and she also had a very large one on the wall over the head end of her bed. Her bedroom had a beige coloured carpet and a large fluffy white rug at the end closest to the bay windows, where there were also two cream coloured single sofa chairs. Mom had a very luxurious bedroom! As we entered the room, mom closed the door firmly behind us. "Sit on the end of the bed facing me," she said commandingly. I sat down as instructed at the end of the bed so I was facing the mirrored wall of cupboards. My gown was still open at the front and my dick had for a moment gone down a bit from its fully hard state it had been in a moment ago. Mom now stood in front of me in her white bath robe, her back to the mirrored cupboard wall. "Now," she said, "After so many days of having to collect your cum in a measuring beaker, today we are going to just help you cum as naturally as possible. Maybe that will help sort out your medical problem too. We are going to fuck like a normal couple, all day Jacob. Do you like the idea of that?" I blushed deep red, hearing mom talk like that. "And I want to hear you talk dirty to me, and I want you to fuck me as hard as you can to satisfy me. I think I deserve that, after helping you out all week. Now, tell me you want to fuck me." "I want to fuck you mom," I said, a little meekly. "Louder," insisted mom. I want to fuck you mom," I repeated, a little louder. "Louder, and more firmly." "I wanna fuck you hard mom," I said. "Better," she added. "Now say it in a more dirty way." I paused for a moment, thinking, and then said "I'm gonna fuck your ass off mom, I'm gonna fuck that wet juicy cunt of yours which you let me fuck earlier today and I'm gonna do it hard and long, and all day until I make you scream." "Even better," said mom. "But make sure you talk like that when you fuck me. And you may call me all sorts of names that men like to use. Don't be shy with me, it's all part of the enjoyment and satisfaction. Can you think of any names to call me?" I swallowed. I was now starting to lose my inhibitions as I responded to mom's requests and teasing. "Er...S...Sexy...b...bitch." "That's good. More." "Teasing bitch. Cock-sucking bitch. Prick teaser. Cock loving whore." I turned deep red again saying this all, but it soon wore off seeing mom was looking pleased as I said these words to her." "That's right young man. I am a cock-loving whore. I love the taste of dick and I love fucking, and I want to be fucked like a dog, and if you want, and if you please me enough, you can fuck my ass too! Your father used to love that! Would you like to fuck my asshole?" My dick was now raging and I stood up. I couldn't wait anymore as my lust was at full blast. Mom untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. She was completely naked underneath and her voluptuous body came into full view, her breasts were looking full and swollen and her nipples protruding, indicating her aroused state. "Let me taste that wonderful cock of yours," she said. Mom immediately fell to her knees in front of me and took my hard dick into her mouth greedily. She sucked on it almost like some sex starved animal! She lapped at my balls and I could feel and hear breathing heavily on me as she sucked and licked me. She let me dick slide along her face and cheeks like she was worshipping it, and then engulfed the entire cock-head again into her warm wet mouth. Seeing her like this was really getting me turned on and my dick was straining hard as she sucked on me. I grabbed her head and held it almost like I was face fucking her as she sucked on me. After a few moments of this she stopped, stood up and said, "Let's get on the bed. I want you to lick me too whilst I suck you off." I lay down so that my head was at the end of the bed nearest the mirrored wall, and then mom straddled over my face, so that her glorious open butt cheeks hovered above me. What a fabulous sight was above me! Her wide fleshy buttocks opened to expose her cunt lips which were hanging down, and her pinky brown puckered asshole were being brought down to smother my face for my pleasure! As mom positioned her backside over my face, she firmly planted her knees and legs on the bed next to my chest, and began to suck my dick madly like before. I licked and lapped at her cunt and ran my hands up over her butt cheeks and lower back. God, this was so good! I loved the smell of her pussy and ass, and for a moment I let my tongue slide deeply into her asshole, stretching it wide as I did so. Mom was still sucking on my dick wildly, and although the cum was beginning to rise in my balls, I was managing to not cum too quickly as I wanted to make this last as long as possible. I let my saliva pour into mom's pussy and asshole in turn, and I licked and lapped at each, as she wriggled her butt into my face in response, and I continued kneading her fleshy buttocks at the same time. Man, I was in butt licking heaven! Then, finally I felt the cum rise in my balls and I shouted out to mom, "I'm gonna cum soon." Mom stopped sucking on me and said. "I want you to cum in my mouth, so I can taste your lovely spunk, but I want you to watch me do it. Let's change positions." With that, she moved her legs off me, got off the bed and knelt on the floor at the end of the bed again, sideways onto the bed and the mirrored cupboard wall. I stood in front of mom and grabbed my hard on, slapping it on her tits and then her cheeks few times before she took the shaft in her mouth again. Changing positions had put a pause on my cumming, but only for a moment, as her mouth was doing wonders on my dick again. I looked at the mirrored wall and watching my own mother kneeling on the floor with her full hanging tits looking so sexy, sucking me off like she was doing for my pleasure, sent a wave of lust through me, and finally I felt the cum rise in my balls. After a moment I shouted out, "Ahhhhh.. AHHHH...AHHHHHHHHHHHH..., as I came, spurting wave after wave of cum into mom's welcoming mouth. Mom managed to take the first few spurts in her mouth and swallow my cum, but either she was a bit out of practice taking cum in her mouth, or I was producing a hell of a lot this time, because on the third of fourth cum wave, some of it came out of the sides of her mouth. Then, as my final few cum waves came, mom, stopped trying to swallow it, and just opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out a little, letting me see my cum dribble down her chin and onto her boobs. Fuck, what a sight! My cum was dripping down her chin in gooey strands! Finally, having stopped my spurting, mom, wiped my dripping cock head along her cheeks so that my spunk smeared her face like some cream. Then she rubbed the cum that had dropped onto her tits into them and then licked her fingertips, as if to show me how much she enjoyed it! "Ooh, that's lovely, Jacob. I do love the taste of cum, and yours is especially nice. I haven't told you before, but after taking your samples using the semen beaker and measuring it, I would always swallow and drink some of your cum from the beaker. That's why I know it tastes so good. I love it!" "Fuck! Did I hear right? Mom had been swallowing my cum from the semen beaker after our sessions! Jesus! As I looked down at her, with my spunk over mom's chin and face, and some stringing down towards her boobs, just thinking about mom drinking my cum from the semen beaker seemed to send a second shot of life into my dick again and I became slightly hard. Mom noticed and went back to sucking me and managed to get another wave or two of cum into her mouth before I went completely limp, and then started licking and lapping my cock head to clean it up. Finally, I just collapsed back onto the bed in a heap, and in the high of my orgasm. "Mmmm...that was lovely," said mom, getting up from kneeling on the floor and walking over to the bedside cabinet. Her large melon like tits wobbled sexily as she did so. Mom picked up some tissues from a box and wiped my cum from her face and boobs, dropping the tissues into a wastebasket next to the cabinet. "Give me a minute whilst I clean myself up properly," she added, and then walked to her en-suite bathroom. I watched her wide meaty ass cheeks wobble and jiggle as she walked. Man, what a sight! After a few minutes mom came back into the room, beaming a wide smile and lay herself on the bed, with her back straight against the cushioned headboard. "Give yourself a wash too Jacob, and then come and lie next to me," she said. I got up off the bed and started walking to the bathroom like mom had done. "Nice ass," she said chuckling, as I went. I responded with a slight giggle. I remembered mom liked my ass too. Mom had a much nicer bathroom than mine. It had a large bath at one end and at the other a spacious 'walk-in' type shower. The shower area was very roomy -- I'd say you could fit three people in there easily, and it had all manner of jet sprays as well as the traditional shower head type fitting. The nice thing about this was that you could just walk in, pull the frosted glass door across and start showering -- no messing about standing in a bathtub or cramped shower cubicle -- it was very roomy and spacious. I walked into the shower, turned the jet sprays on, which hit your body from several angles, and soaped and rinsed myself all over quickly, including my cock, balls and ass crack. I knew mom liked me to be especially clean. In less than two minutes I was done and drying myself off. Then, throwing my towel in the linen basket, I walked back into mom's bedroom. My now limp dick was waving in front of me as I walked, and my balls were flapping a bit. I saw mom look down at my crotch area as I walked in. "Is my sexy son all clean now?" she said teasingly, and with a cheeky smile. "Yep, sure am mom," I replied, as I clambered on the bed so I was half sitting, half lying next to her with my back up against some pillows. I looked at her naked body next to me and felt like touching her. She must have sensed my desire and said, "You can touch me if you like, whilst we talk for a bit." I moved my right hand over mom's stomach and up to her boobs. I squeezed her right boob gently and tweaked the thick protruding nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Then without asking, I bent my head down and licked all around her nipple and gave it a gentle suck "Ohh...that's nice baby," she said in response. I was still far from being able to get hard again, but it was nice just to touch and caress mom. I moved my hand down her body again, over her stomach and then down over and along her pussy mound. I looked her in the eye as I did this, wanting to see an approving look from her. She did not disappoint me, saying, "Oh yes, touch mommy's pussy, play with it. Put your finger in if you like," and then closed her eyes and pushed her head back to enjoy the sensation. I moved my middle finger along her pussy mound, over the hairs there until I felt the line of the opening, and then gently pressed in, pushing my finger into the moist flesh there. "Oh...yes, baby" said mom, still with her eyes closed, and pushing her pussy up towards my finger as I inserted it in. "Don't stop Jacob, that feels really good. Fuck me with your finger and see if you can make me cum." I hadn't intended on stopping as I was really enjoying what I was doing. "You can put another finger or two in to stimulate me better, if you like," she added, still with her eyes closed and humping herself gently on my finger. I let my index and third finger enter mom's pussy as well, gently at first, and then started pumping them in and out, the full length of the fingers. The moist flesh there felt wonderful as I did so. "Ahhh...Ohhhh...Yessssss," mom cried out. I continued, increasing my pace a little, whilst mom pushed her pussy mound up to meet my forward pushes. After another minute or two of this, mom cried out and her whole body shook and shuddered for a moment. I felt a small amount of liquid go over my fingers. I guessed mom must have had an orgasm and cum, although I'd never seen a woman's orgasm before. Mom lay back on the bed still with her eyes closed for a few moment and then said, "Thanks Jacob, I needed that. I hope you'll be able to do that to me with your hard cock next time." She looked down at my prick as she spoke. It was still limp, despite what we had been doing. It was till too soon after my last cum load, although doing what I had been with my fingers had sent the right signals to my dick, which had twitched a bit! "Tell you what, why don't I go downstairs and get some coffee for us both, and we can drink it up here and talk until we manage to get you going again," said mom. I nodded in agreement. Mom got up and put her bathrobe on again, and disappeared out of the room. "I won't be long," she said as she left. \ I felt something touch my arm and I rolled over and opened my eyes drowsily. There seemed to be some kind of fabric touching my skin, and then I realised I was on mom's bed with a blanket over me. Mom stood over me next to the bed, shaking me gently on the arm and holding a cup. "Jacob, you fell asleep, wake up now." "Oh, sorry mom," I said sleepily. "How long have I been asleep?" "Over an hour. When I came up with the coffee, you were already dozing away. I didn't want to disturb you as I though a rest would you good," mom winked at me as she said this, "So I went back down again and gave your auntie Jean a call." "Here, have some coffee now -- it'll wake you up." I sat up and took the coffee cup from mom. I let the blanket still cover me from the waist down. Mom sat down on the bed facing me, still in her white bathrobe. I sipped the coffee. It was good and fresh, and I began to shake off my sleepiness. "Your aunt Jean is doing well and says hello," said mom. "What made you phone her?" I asked. "You know I always call her on the weekend," replied mom. "It was just a general catch up chat." Mom and her sister Jean, who was a couple of years older than mom, were quite close and spoke regularly. Aunt Jean lived on the West Coast, but she and mom would speak on the phone regularly -- at least once or twice a week, and also visit each other several times a year. Aunt Jean lived on her own now, as her husband had died a few years back of a heart attack. They never had kids. Mom was always asking aunt Jean to move closer to us, but she had got so used to where she was, she'd never made the move, so far at least. Then a thought hit me. "Er...mom, you haven't said anything to aunt Jean about my...er...you know... condition. I know you are very close." "Mom looked down at the bed for a moment and said, "Well, I haven't gone into any great detail, but I have told her you have some personal medical problem and we and seeing a doctor about it. That's all." "Oh, well I suppose that's ok then. I would be embarrassed if you had said anything else." "But Jacob, your aunt Jean is like a second mom to you, I'm sure she would be very concerned and want to see you get well. Of course, I haven't gone into any detail -- certainly not about...you know...our extra little activities, and what we are doing now." I decided to let the subject drop, although I wasn't quite sure how much mom had told auntie Jean. I finished the coffee whilst we had been speaking and placed the cup on the bedside table, feeling refreshed and fully awake again. Mom smiled at me cheekily. "That's better. You've had a good rest now. How are you feeling?" "Fine" I said. I knew I was ready to cum again, and the slight ache in my balls was telling me I needed to get a load off. "I need to cum again." Mom smiled and slowly pulled the dark blue blanket, which was covering my crotch and legs, off me, revealing my cock and balls. She stroked my limp cock gently with her fingers, almost like she was touching something precious. "Mmmm, very nice. I've got so used to seeing your wonderful cock now that I want it much like you want my body. Let's see, what shall we do to get you going again?" Mom straightened up her body a bit, and looked at me intensely with a sparkle in her eyes. The look in her eyes had changed from that of my normal prudish mom, when we had been talking about aunt Jean a moment ago, to something almost like another person, revealing her innermost, wickedly lustful nature which had been suppressed for a long time since dad had left (and I hadn't seen it all yet!). "Will you wear something sexy for me?" I said. "Ok, what would you like?" "Well, I liked you a lot in just your stockings and stiletto's. That would do for now." Mom though for a moment and said, "Ok, I have some ideas to get you going. Just lie back on the bed, close your eyes so you can't see what I'm doing for a few minutes." I did as instructed, and lay back, now fully naked, with the blanket removed, with my eyes closed and back against the bed headrest. I heard mom rummage around in some drawers and then some noises of movement as she must have been putting something on. My dick was starting to twitch in anticipation. After about five minutes mom said, "Ok, you can open your eyes now." I did so, and a delightful sight was in front of me. Mom had removed her bathrobe and was standing in front of me, about two feet from the end of the bed, wearing just black hold up stockings with lace trims and black stiletto's. She had brushed her hair and was wearing deep red lipstick, and a little make up on her face. She posed for me with one hand on her hip and her large boobs hanging sexily on her chest. Then she turned around to show me her ass and wiggled it from side to side for a minute, making the flesh on her buttocks wobble and jiggle, which she knew always sent me wild with desire. God it looked so good with those black stockings just below! "Like what you see," she said, teasingly, but firmly, and then turned around. I could sense mom was getting turned on herself by what she was doing. I whistled my pleasure. "Wow, sure do mom," I replied. My dick became semi hard almost immediately. "I'm going to pose for you for a bit, and walk around the room so you can appreciate the curves of my body. I know you like doing that from our session in the living room a few days ago. But before I do that there's something I'd like you to do." "What?" I said, keenly. Mom held up a stick of lipstick which she had been holding in her hand, which I'd not noticed before. "I want you to write something on my ass with this lipstick." I gulped. "Er...ok...what?" My dick was getting harder by the second. Mom threw the lipstick on the bed and turned around, presenting her glorious ass to me again. "Come and sit on the end of the bed so my ass cheeks are level with your face." I picked up the lipstick and did as asked. Mom's ass globes looked so hot, especially as her stilettos, made the angle of her butt cheeks stick out more. I had to kiss and lick them. "Sorry mom, but I just have to do something first." I grabbed the fleshy cheeks with my hands greedily, squeezing them hard and then kissed and licked them, wiping my face over them. Mom moaned with pleasure as I did so. "God, mom, your ass is so good," I cried out. After satisfying myself, I said, "Ok, what shall I write?" "I want you to write in large capital letters, 'S' and 'L' on my left butt cheek, and 'U' and 'T' on my right ass cheek, so it will spell 'SLUT'. Fuck! I couldn't be; live mom was so dirty minded. It excited me though, and my dick was now rock hard hearing this. I held the lipstick like it was a large crayon and did as asked, writing a large 'S' and 'L' on one cheek and then the 'U' and 'T' on the other. The letters were in deep red and against the milky white colour of mom's ass cheeks looked really hot! "Done," I said. "Your ass looks damn hot mom, with that." "Good," mom replied and wobbled her cheeks for me, standing on the spot. Fuck! Mom turned around so her back was towards the mirrored cupboard wall and turned her head back so that she could see her butt out of the corner of her eyes. "Yes, very good," she said satisfied, looking back at me. "I used to do this with your father and it used to really turn him on." Mom looked down at my dick and saw it was already hard. She bent down for a moment and gave the cock head a suck, making slurping and licking noises as she did so. Then, apparently satisfied she said, "I want to tease you some more now. You've been very polite so far. I want you to talk dirty to me again as I pose for you." Mom started to walk around the room in her stiletto's and stockings with her hand on one hip. Her tits jiggled and wobbled. As she walked away from me, the words 'SLUT' clearly showed on her ass as she sexily swung her hips from side to side. My dick was at full stretch now, seeing this. "How does my slut ass look as I walk?" "It looks fucking hot mom," I said, going along with her request to talk dirty and actually feeling what I was saying. "Would you like to fuck my pussy?" "You bet," I replied. "Would you like to fuck me like a dog?" "Yes." "Then call me a bitch." "I want tou fuck you, you dirty bitch," I said and blushed a little. "What kind of bitch am I?" "A dirty, slut, whore of a bitch, who likes to swallow my cum." "Excellent Jacob," replied mom, commandingly. "I am a dirty little whore bitch as you will see. I just love prick, and the taste of cum, and to have your hard juicy cock inside my mouth and pussy." Then she walked over to where the chairs were and put one let up on the seat cushion and inserted a finger into her pussy, playing with it and looking at me directly in the eyes. Then she put her leg back on the floor and turned around, placed one hand on each butt check, bend forward and pulled apart her ass cheeks, so I could clearly see her asshole and cunt. Both looked delicious and enticing! Fuck, that was it! I got up quickly and knelt behind her and licked and lapped at her asshole and pussy, going from one to other and running my tongue all along her ass crack, up and down. Then, mom turned, and sat on the chair so my aching hard dick was right in front of her mouth and she started sucking on it, taking it deep into her mouth. I reached down and fondled her boobs as she did this as they jiggled and wobbled under me. After sucking me for a couple of minutes, mom let go of my prick and said, "Fuck my tits." Mom held up her boobs for me and wrapped them around my rock hard dick as I fucked in between the fleshy mounds. Man, this was tit-fucking heaven! After a few minutes of this I said, I don't want to cum like this, let's fuck now. Mom stood up and walked over to the bed. She got on her hands an knees facing away from the head end of the bed, so that her face was towards the mirrored cupboard wall. In this pose she said. "Now come and fuck my ass off, whilst you watch yourself fucking me in the mirrors." Fuck! What an invitation. My dick was raging at this thought and I clambered onto the bed behind mom, and ran my dick all along her ass crack and slapped her buttocks a few times. Then, seeing that her gaping cunt lips looked so inviting I inserted the tip of my cock head in slowly, going deeper, until I was about half way in. I felt mom's pussy walls clamp onto my dick and I moved back out and the thrust in again, this time going deeper to the hilt. Soon we were going at it full pelt, as I thrust in and out, slapping myself against moms ass cheeks as I fucked her pussy hard. I looked up at the mirrored wall and could see mom's tits hanging under her, wobbling and flapping like crazy, forwards and backwards as I thrust into her and she pushed herself back towards me. It looked damned, fucking hot! I started moaning and mom hearing me said, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me you dirty mother pussy loving bastard." "Yes, bitch" I cried out, "Take it all, yes..." We carried on like this for what seemed like ages, watching myself fucking mom from behind in the mirrors was the most incredible sight and she was just loving it -- I could see this from the contorted looks on ger face and the moans of pleasure and delight she was making. After what seemed like ages, I finally cried out, "I'm cumming...Ahhh...Ahhh...Ahhhh...and came deep inside her, spurting wave after wave. Mom seemed to orgasm almost at the same time as she screamed out, and her body shook and shuddered violently beneath me. Finally, we both collapsed in a heap on the bed, still moaning and groaning with pleasure. To be continued...	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Author's Preamble: This story has a strong girln-girl theme with a first-time aspect, but it's primarily about unintended voyeurism. Happy reading! Corinne let out a sigh as she pulled her bag into the hotel room. It hadn't been a particularly long travel day, but for some reason the people, the noise, the crowding, had been unusually bothersome to her. She kicked off her heels as she walked and shed her business jacket. Abandoning the bag at the halfway point, she flopped onto the bed and luxuriated in the coolness of the bedspread. For several minutes she lay there with her eyes closed, and may have even catnapped. She wasn't sure, but when she opened her eyes again she had built back some of her energy reserve. Lying in the quiet of the room, her fingers moved into her hips, began to touch. No husband, no kids ... maybe she'd have a quiet evening in the hotel room enjoying herself. She smiled slyly. Not quite yet, though. She had things to do. She rose from the bed, rosy with her plans, and retrieved the bag from where it stoically waited. She would be here all week in business meetings, so it required unpacking and hanging everything up. No living out of a suitcase this week. The first thing she did, though, was to find her lounging shorts and t-shirt. She set aside her jewelry, then pulled off her skirt and blouse. The bra was next, leaving her only in panties. Glancing in the room's full-length mirror, she stopped for a moment and inspected herself. While she could certainly nitpick, she liked what she saw. She worked hard at keeping in shape, and a woman of 37 with two kids rarely had such a flat stomach and toned legs. She playfully danced for a moment with her reflection, elated that she would have a quiet week to herself. She donned the t-shirt and shorts, remaining barefoot and braless. After the cacophony of the day, it was going to be a room service night. She hung up her various business outfits, put her underwear and other small items in the drawer, and found places for her shoes, her business papers, and other sundries. Her work for the night done, she walked over to the window and opened the curtains to survey her temporary empire. It wasn't a fancy high-rise hotel, but rather was a nondescript chain hotel in a nondescript suburb. She didn't expect much from the view, and she was right. To her left, she was looking over the hotel parking lot. Beyond the parking area was a vacant field that would undoubtedly someday hold an Applebee's or a Verizon store. To her right was, at an oblique angle, a large wall of windows. The hotel was an L shape, and her room was on the inside of the L, close to the central elevator. She could see the windows of the other wing, and nearly all were dark on a Sunday evening. It was going to be a quiet week in the suburbs. Movement caught her eye. Glancing down, she saw a light below and on the right. She was on the fourth floor, so the rooms on the other wing's third floor were somewhat exposed to her. Most were dark, but the closest room to hers, one floor down and only 30 feet or so away, was lit and the curtains were open. The angle was such that she could see much of the room, and a woman was inside. Like herself, the woman was near the window, but she was facing into the room. She was built somewhat like Corinne, but a brunette version, perhaps a little taller and more lean. She had a sleek mane of long hair and nice curves, with narrower hips and probably more of a C cup figure compared to Corinne's full D's. Also like Corinne, the woman appeared to be ready to relax for the night. She was unbuttoning a nice blouse that was tucked into a very tight and flattering pencil skirt. Propriety said that Corinne should look away, but since she was at the woman's back, she gave in to temptation and watched. The woman shrugged the blouse from her shoulders, and revealed a gorgeous royal blue bra, lacy and expensive. It looked more like lingerie than a support garment. A separate movement now caught Corinne's eye. There was someone else in the room, further inside. A man was moving into view now. He was older, probably in his forties, whereas the woman looked to be in her early thirties. He too was admiring the woman's bra. She slid off her skirt with a shimmy of the hips to reveal matching royal blue panties, very small and very fancy. It suddenly occurred to Corinne that this woman wasn't just changing clothes, but rather was removing them. Her eyes widened. She stepped back just a bit in case the man looked up. The woman did a pirouette for the man, and unknowingly for Corinne as well. She was a stunner, beautiful bone structure and facial features with a perfect body. The man must have money to have a wife like that, 15 years younger and gorgeous. He was good looking himself, but not in her league at all. He began removing his clothes as well. Corinne's breath caught as she realized what was about to happen. Glancing over, she could see the couple's bed easily. She internally argued. She should leave them to their peace, step back inside and mind her own business. But she was minding her own business, right? She was just looking out her window. There was nothing wrong with a woman looking out her window. And she had never seen two live people having sex before. The man was now completely naked, and he was ready for sex. Corinne could easily see his erect penis pointing at the woman. The woman, still clad in her lingerie underwear, approached him and they had a long kiss. His hands initially wrapped around her lower back, then moved down to her ass. She diplomatically pulled them back up, making Corinne giggle. Then the woman separated slightly, putting a finger to the man's chest. Pushing him backward with a finger's worth of force, she guided him to the bed and had him sit down. Kneeling down between his legs, she smiled seductively at him, then lowered her head. Corinne gasped. She had never seen live sex, and certainly had never seen live oral sex. The beautiful brunette slowly took the man's cock head into her mouth, and his eyes rolled back. She took more of him into her mouth, then backed off and began kissing it, licking it, pushing his knees apart to lean in even further. He was loving it, and so was Corinne. She could feel her nipples hardening, and looked down to see them clearly poking through her thin t-shirt. For several minutes the woman worked orally, then broke off. Standing up, still wedged between the man's knees, she unsnapped the royal blue bra and slid it off. Her breasts were magnificent, and clearly didn't need the support of a bra. They stood proud on her chest, topped with dark pink areolas that were large and succulent and perfectly tilted upward. Even at her distance, Corinne could see the woman's long, erect nipples, and the man was enraptured with them. He immediately brought his hands up, then his mouth, to pinch them and play with them and suck on them, and the woman stopped her activities momentarily to allow him to play. Corinne was mesmerized by the interplay between his active play and her stoic stance, as she allowed him unfettered access to her treasures. He seemed quite content to play with them forever, so eventually she gently forced him off. She bent over and removed her panties, and her ass was perfect. Slim yet curvy, perfect symmetric globes that were simultaneously soft looking and firm, they held up well to the man's groping. Corinne desperately hoped that the woman would turn just a bit so she could see the front, but the man was not allowing that, his hands clamped in her hips and ass. Corinne's hand dipped into her shorts. The brunette slowly pushed the man backwards until he got the hint. He moved up on the bed and lay on his back, his erect penis standing at attention, and the woman climbed on top of him. Positioning herself, she slowly lowered her body as the man's penis disappeared from view within her hips. Corinne's mouth gaped as the woman began slowly rising and lowering herself, clearly riding the man's cock. She had never before witnessed such a thing. Corinne's hand inside her shorts began strumming her clit. She couldn't believe this. She wondered if anyone else could see the amorous couple, but given the angle she decided that she was the only one. Hers was the only room that likely had the proper height and angle to see this scene. The woman rode him for several minutes, her breasts bobbing as he played with them. Then suddenly he was moving her, twisting, and she rolled off of him. Down on her back she went, and her legs rose and spread. Corinne got a distant but perfect view of the woman's vulva, shaved but for a narrow dark landing strip. She was too far away to see detail, but could see a wide swath of light pink within dark pink, indicating that the woman must have thick outer lips. The man was now on top of her, entering her, thrusting. The two of them melded into one spastic mass, moving, thrusting, shaking. Corinne concentrated her gaze at their meeting spot, and could vaguely see a shiny penis appearing and disappearing with regularity. She moved her gaze up to watch the woman's breasts oscillate with the rhythm, and - Oh, god! The woman was looking directly at her! Corinne leapt backwards, out of view. No, no, no, that did not happen. She got caught! Would the woman complain? Would the police get called? Would... Or did she get caught? Maybe the woman had merely turned her head for a moment. Maybe her eyes had been closed. Common sense said that it would be hard for her to notice a woman in another window while she had a man thrusting inside of her. Maybe it was just a coincidence of angles. She should check. Were they still having sex? Was the woman on the phone to the police? Corinne envisioned herself being handcuffed, being taken to jail, being labeled as a sex offender. She had to know what was happening so she could know whether she needed to concoct a cover story. Moving very slowly forward, Corinne stood directly at the curtain, then peeked as little of her head as possible past it, just enough for one eye to get a view. The woman was still on the bed, still being fucked. Sighing with relief, Corinne knew that she should take that win and step away, but she couldn't. Now more stealthy, she continued to watch with one eye. It was over within minutes. The man eventually collapsed onto the woman and she stroked his head as he rested, her long legs still splayed wide around him. Had the woman cum, too, Corinne wondered? There was little afterplay. The man rose and stepped away, and the couple began dressing. Corinne waited until they were both in their underwear again before she stepped away from the window. By the time Corinne made it to her bed, her shorts and t-shirt and panties were still floating to the ground. She lay down, spread her legs, and thought about what she had just seen. She fantasized about being the woman in that situation, about the fancy lingerie, about kneeling between a man's legs and enveloping his cock with her mouth. And against her will, she also thought about the woman, such a classic beauty. What must it feel like to be seduced by a woman like that? Corinne's fingers explored her lips, her clit, and pinched her nipples as she had thoughts that she would never share with anyone, thoughts that were improper for a 37 yearld married mother of two. Her fingers became more urgent as her fantasies progressed, and within moments she was arching her back, her knees quivering as the final buildup came. "Unnnnnngh! Ohhhhhh!" Her orgasm was louder than she expected, and she hoped that no one was in the adjacent room. Her body froze, her pelvis arched skyward, her brain synapses exploded with pleasure, and she ascended for an eternal moment before dropping back to earth, her breath heavy and irregular. It was going to be a good week. There was a knock on the door. "Room service, ma'am!" a voice called out. Oh, that was faster than expected. "Just a moment!" Naked as she dried from her post-work shower, Corinne hustled to throw on her shorts and t-shirt again. "Hang on, I'm getting dressed!" Barefoot, with her hair still dripping, she opened the door. The room service girl was a petite African American woman, perhaps a college student or a little older. She had striking green eyes and long artificially straightened hair. "Good evening, ma'am," she said, seemingly unperturbed by the wait. She held an oversized tray in both hands that likely contained Corinne's salad and French fries. "Happy Monday! May I come in?" "Certainly." Corinne stepped aside and let her enter. "Where would you like it?" Corinne scanned the room. "The table at the window is fine," she said. Following the girl, her eyes scanned up and down the young woman. She was petite, maybe 5-4, and well built. If she was a cheerleader, she'd be the one that gets thrown in the air, her figure curvy but light. She was wearing a green tartan vest of the hotel's choosing, with complementary gold slacks that hugged her rear end. Her skin was light for a black woman, implying that black was only the most dominant of her genes. "Thank you," Corinne said when the girl set down the tray. "I'm famished." There was no reason to explain that, but she felt that she should make some sort of non-transactional conversation. The girl turned and smiled at her, and Corinne noticed a name tag that said, "Natalie". She had a five and a ten in her hand, depending on a number of factors, and she gave the girl a ten. In return she got a delighted smile and a heartfelt, "Thank you, ma'am!" They walked back to the door together, and the girl folded the ten dollar bill and put it into her pocket. Pausing, she turned. "A little trick next time, ma'am. If you order the lunch-sized version of the salad, it's almost the same size and you get the fries for free." She winked as she shared the secret. Corinne smiled at the girl. "Thank you. I'll remember that." Closing the door, Corinne walked back to the table. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she was horrified to see how her t-shirt clung to her still wet breasts, and how noticeable her nipples were as a result. Shaking her head, she was glad that the room service person was female. She sat down to have dinner, and by chance or subconscious, she sat at the chair that faced the hotel's other wing. Again, the rooms were mostly dark, with only an occasional sign of habitation. She had been dining for 20 minutes when the light on the third floor came on. She didn't want to admit that she had been hoping for this. Shadows moved in the room, and Corinne watched. She was not a peeping tom, she told herself. She was just a woman eating a salad and French fries at her windowside table. She was doing nothing wrong. The woman came to the window and surveyed her temporary empire. She was wearing a gorgeous dress, deep red in color and snug around her nice curves. It complemented her dark hair very nicely, and she looked like she could be a movie star, or perhaps a senator's second wife. Corinne got a good look at her face, and admired the woman's beauty: high cheekbones, nice jawline, light-colored eyes over a slim, straight nose. And those lips, those lips that Corinne had seen wrapped around her husband's penis the previous night, were gorgeous, full and perfectly plump. The woman looked up at Corinne and smiled. Oh, god. Corinne averted her eyes to her food, lifting her fork and taking an obvious bite to illustrate that, yes, she had a purpose in this window. She was eating dinner just like any woman had the right to do. She gazed out over the parking lot and the vacant land beyond, enjoying the view and proving to any observers that she was merely a person who enjoyed looking at a parking lot and darkened wall of windows while dining. When she glanced back, the woman was unzipping her dress from the back. She let the sleeves fall forward, and the dress fell to the floor. Surely she had seen Corinne, right? She had looked straight at her and smiled. Perhaps the reflections of sunlight were different and she was just smiling in general? Is it possible that Corinne could see her, but not vice versa? It had to be true. The woman wouldn't smile at her and then undress in full view of the window. Right? It didn't matter. Either the woman couldn't see her, or the woman didn't care. Those were the only two answers, and both gave Corinne security in staying in her spot. The brunette was wearing a lacy white underwear ensemble tonight, perfectly matching. She must spend a fortune on underwear, Corinne found herself thinking prosaically. The brunette almost looked like a bride getting ready for her wedding, wearing a white, nearly sheer lace bra, matching panties, cut very low on her hips and stomach, and thigh-high white stockings that Corinne hadn't noticed under the dress. Corinne made a note that she should wear thigh-highs more often, as they were quite sexy. The woman turned, and it was obvious that the husband must be further back in the room. Swiveling her hips suggestively atop the high heels she still wore, she walked out of Corinne's sight for a moment. She almost wondered if they were newly married, which would explain the frequent sexiness. But the woman seemed too classy to be having her honeymoon out here in the suburbs. She was out of sight for several minutes, testing Corinne's patience. When she returned, she was nude, and Corinne feasted on seeing the woman's large areolas and dark stripe of pubic hair. She had a man by the hand. And it wasn't the same man. This one was younger, maybe mid-thirties. He had a shaved head and was notably more muscular. Corinne's jaw dropped. The brunette lay on the bed, and the man lay down between her legs. As she lolled her head back, he began lustily performing cunnilingus on her. A smile appeared on the woman's face, and she closed her eyes in pleasure. What was going on here? Corinne's mind raced. Was she cheating on her husband? Was she highly sexualized and good at picking up men? Of course she would be good at picking up men. Look at her. She could pick up men in a monastery. Or...Corinne was hit with a wave of realization. Was this woman a prostitute? Or given her obvious class and beauty, perhaps 'escort' was a better term. That would make a lot more sense. Someone like her would make great money in that line of work, and a mid-class suburban hotel near the airport might be a good low-key place to ply her trade. Corinne realized suddenly how little she knew about the business of selling sex. Corinne watched as the brunette shifted positions. She was on her knees now, and the man was behind her, getting ready to penetrate her. He had a long and slender penis, and inserted it to the hilt in one smooth motion. As he began his rhythm, the brunette braced herself, resting on her elbows. Her breasts undulated with each thrust, but in a limited arc. They were clearly quite firm. Corinne lost her view of them when the man reached around and gripped them, using them to help gain leverage and power in his thrusts. Corinne found herself yet again sliding a hand into her shorts. The man lasted a while in that position, then it was on to missionary. The brunette was on her back, and he was positioned atop her, thrusting energetically. She seemed to take it in stride, wrapping her legs around him and allowing him to kiss her neck and throat. She looked out the window, and unbeknownst to her partner, she offered a knowing smile and wave. Corinne again ducked out of the window in horror. And she again masturbated vigorously that night. "Room service!" Corinne was ready this time, making sure that she was properly dressed. Natalie appeared to be her assigned girl, because she was once again making the delivery. "Happy Tuesday! Chicken marsala and spring vegetable mix, ma'am?" "Yes. You can set it at the table." Natalie nodded, her smooth face creasing into a knowing smile. She walked the food over to the table and set it down. "I know that you like a lot of ice in your water, so I brought you some extra." "How thoughtful." Corinne had found that tipping well tended to make life much more pleasant, and she could put it on her expense account. It was a win win situation and tended to make her popular among hotel staff. "Ma'am?" "Yes." "There's one other thing." "What is it?" Natalie nodded to a drink on the tray. Corinne had assumed that it was being delivered to another room. It was tall and red with a little umbrella. "This is for you as well." Corinne grinned. "Oh, that's very nice of you!" Natalie shook her head. "It's from another guest. It comes with this card." Corinne's blood froze. She knew no other guests. She had no friends or coworkers on this business trip. There was only one guest with whom she had had any interaction. She blushed furiously as she accepted the card. Her voice shook as she opened it. "Um...that's...um, that's a surprise. I don't believe I know anyone here." She briefly wondered if perhaps some wayward man had attached his gaze on her without her noticing. Such things had happened in the past. When you're blonde with large breasts, men notice you even if you don't notice them. Inside, the card had a woman's fluid handwriting. "Men are my livelihood, women are my hobby. 8:00 Thursday at my place. Send an RSVP via my girl Natalie. Lana, Room 301." Corinne stood stunned. "Everything okay, ma'am?" It took a long moment for Corinne to respond, and her response was subpar. "Um...yes. Yes." Corinne's mind was racing. She looked at Natalie. How much did the young woman know? She had to know that the drink was sent by this woman. Lana. But did she know why? She had to know that people sent other people drinks because they wanted to bed them, but would she make that connection in this case? And this was a woman, which made it all the more confounding. Corinne stood dumbstruck, reeling at the implications. Natalie showed no reaction at all to Corinne's hesitation. She just stood there. Oh, yes. Tip. Corinne found her billfold. She started to pull out a bill, then hesitated. She drew out a $20 bill and gave it Natalie, eliciting a reaction of sincere surprise and elation. "Can you wait a moment, Natalie? I need to write a note. I want to respond to the card that you brought." "Certainly, ma'am!" Corinne sat at her desk and put a pen to paper. She thought for a moment. "Natalie", she looked the young African American woman up and down, not wanting to meet her eyes. "Can you tell me a little bit about the person who sent this drink?" The young woman fought to suppress a smile. "We're taught to be discreet, ma'am. I was just told to give you the drink and the note." Corinne's nostrils flared. Did Natalie know why this had happened? Had this woman, this Lana woman, told her about the peeping? Did Natalie just think that the woman was flirting? Did Natalie know more about Lana than she was revealing? Did she know what Lana was doing in that hotel room? Corinne noted to herself that she needed to get more tip money. Pondering what to write, Corinne finally found her words. She merely wrote, "I'm married" on the note card. She looked at the message for a moment, then added, "But thank you anyway." She wondered if she should apologize for her peeping behavior, but decided to let that issue lie. No sense in acknowledging it at this point. She folded the note and said, "Would you please deliver this back to the person who sent the drink?" "Certainly, ma'am." Corinne wondered if Natalie would read the note, and if she had read the previous note that Lana had sent. She almost hoped that the girl had -- it was flattering to be courted by an attractive person, even if it was by another woman, and Corinne now had the moral upper hand by turning her down. As Natalie headed toward the door, Corinne eyed the drink. "Before you go," she asked, "what is the drink?" Natalie had the door opened. She turned around and looked at it. "Don't laugh," she said. "Why?" "Our bar has funny names for all of the drinks. That one's a mix of Rum and fruit juices. It's called "Show Me Your Boobs". Corinne sat down to dinner and a show. Or maybe a show. She wasn't sure it would happen again, but she didn't want to miss it if it did. The lights were out, but one table lamp was on in Lana's room. And there was a sign propped up in the window, handwritten with a thick marker. The sign said, "Hi, Blondie, You're Cute!" Corinne's mind reeled. She was being hit on by a woman. And an escort at that. And an escort who held the moral high ground to boot, who had caught Corinne in an indiscretion. Men are my livelihood. Women are my hobby. The words rang in her head. She had no experience with a woman, and nothing even close. But in a truth that she would never dare tell, she had had thoughts. What woman didn't? Her fantasies, her secret world that no one knew, not even her husband, were populated not just by men but by both men and women. Usually it was the men who took her, because men had a penis and a penis was a very useful tool. But sometimes, when she was in a certain mood, women would come to play in her mind and her fingers. She enjoyed those fantasies, but always dismissed them as soon as the orgasm rang through her body. She was a wife and a mother with a career and a dog and a house with a yard. No one expected a person like her to rub herself to orgasm imagining another woman. And certainly a woman like her wouldn't have a tryst with a random woman in a hotel in real life. It was just idle fantasy, nothing more. The lights turned on below her. Today's man made her wince. He followed Lana to the window -- it was nice to know her name now -- and he was unattractive. He was at least 100 pounds overweight, and somewhat effeminate in appearance, with a soft and doughy look about him. She guessed this was the downside of being an escort. Lana herself looked less sexy than usual as well, clad in a trench coat that didn't particularly highlight her appearance. Corinne frowned slightly...until Lana removed the coat. Oh, wow. She was clad in a leather dominatrix outfit, and it was stunning. The main item was a corset that cinched her waist tightly, and which stopped just below her breasts, causing them to spill up and out. She wore a tiny black thong below the waist, and knee high boots that looked wicked. She had a necklace that appeared to be a lace of spider webs, and Corinne noticed that her hair was in a pony tail. The man removed his clothes, and Corinne felt a pang of sympathy for both him and her. He clearly didn't have a body to admire, and she had to work with it. But work she did. They walked to the bed, and she pulled some leather cuffs from underneath the sheets, one attached to each corner. She bound him to the bed, and then spent the next hour teasing the tiny cock that protruded underneath his belly. She wrapped it tightly in some sort of leather gear, then alternately sucked it, masturbated it, and worked the balls. Every time the man seemed to be getting close, she would back off, leaving him clumsily humping air. At one point, she climbed onto his chest, and to Corinne's fascination, appeared to masturbate herself, her pussy just inches above his face as he strained to reach her with his tongue. There was no bashfulness in this woman. She held the man in frustration for 60 full minutes. He left happy, though she was unclear whether he had an orgasm, and presumed that he didn't. People were strange sometimes. Corinne was about to move to her own masturbation session when Lana walked to the window. Writing in large print, she appeared to be making a new sign, not in any way acknowledging Corinne's presence. When she finished, she removed the "Hi, Blondie" sign and stuck the new one up in its place. With bated breath, Corinne waited for it to become visible. "Show me your boobs." Simultaneously horrified and amused, Corinne burst into laughter. Lana's face rose and she looked directly at Corinne. There was no pretending any more. Corinne held up her nearly empty glass as a toast of thanks. She was beginning to like this woman. Lana shook her head. Her breasts were still bare above the corset, and she brought her hands up to grip them, jiggling them. She pointed at Corinne. Oh, god. Maybe it was the drink in her, but Corinne found the woman charming tonight for some reason. After a moment of consideration, she threw caution to the wind. Reaching down, she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She gripped her own breasts and jiggled them back. Lana broke her usual classy demeanor, breaking into a satisfied smile. She motioned for Corinne to visit and very slowly licked her lips. Corinne's wave off signaling 'no' was much less convincing than it should have been. "Room service! Happy Wednesday!" Natalie was here for her nightly visit, carrying her tray as usual. Corinne let her in, and immediately noticed another "Show Me Your Boobs" drink. She shook her head disbelievingly. This was surreal. The young woman walked the tray to the table near the window, and turned back to Corinne. "Another drink, another note," she said. Her eyes wandered up and down Corinne's body, and Corinne intuited that Natalie had some inside information she wasn't sharing. Corinne made a point of sighing. "Some people don't get the message," she said. "Did you pass along my message yesterday?" "Yes, ma'am." Corinne opened the note: 'You're married, but you're alone and I'm alone, so let's be alone together. Thursday at 8:00. If you need a reference as to my skills, watch tonight at midnight. PS: your boobs are gorgeous. I can't wait to suck on those big pink nipples. -- Lana, Room 301.' Corinne blushed furiously. She looked at Natalie, but the young black woman was noncommittal. Was she really not reading the notes? Even so, she had to understand what was happening. An escort was using her to pass notes. A female escort at that. She handed Natalie another $20 bill. "As you probably guessed, I need you to pass a note back. Can you wait a moment?" Natalie was making a killing off of this episode. She smiled broadly and took the money. As Corinne sat down to write, she couldn't help but notice that Natalie had moved to the window and was looking out and to the right. She started writing. 'I'm not into girls', she wrote. She looked at it, then added, 'But you're very pretty.' She tore it up and tried again. 'I've never been with a woman,' she wrote. "But you tempt me. You're gorgeous!' She emphasized the final sentence with a second exclamation point, then tore up that note. Natalie was standing in profile. She looked at the young woman, her vest tight against her cute figure, her soft facial features and full lips. She wrote the next draft. 'I'd love to, but I shouldn't." She stood stock still for a long minute, then added. "I'll watch at midnight, though, if that's okay." At 11:55, Corinne was in a state of anxiety. Something was going to happen in five minutes, and it was going to be interesting. In an odd way, she felt invested in it, and wanted to fulfill her role properly. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, then removed her shorts. Standing naked, she looked at herself in the room's full-length mirror. Her nipples were indeed attractive, and she was proud of them. She found large areolas sexy, and was glad that she had them. Few people had ever seen them, and almost no one had seen the neatly trimmed triangle between her legs, or the feather-soft features that they highlighted. Why was she doing this? Why was she playing this game? She didn't know, but it was too addicting to stop. She stepped to the window. The third floor had a new sign propped up. It said, 'You know you want to. Thursday at 8:00.' Corinne stood naked at the window, fully on display. Lana walked to her own window a floor below, wearing shorts and a braless t-shirt that clearly showed the points of her nipples. Corinne laughed heartily at the role reversal, and offered an imaginary toast to the brunette. On her end, Lana nodded approvingly at Corinne's nudity and mouthed a 'wow' as she ran her finger up and down Corinne's body. She offered a toast back and a wink. Apparently there was a knock on the door, because Lana turned quickly and looked in that direction. Corinne waited anxiously to see who would enter, and was surprised that it was only Natalie, carrying a tray. The young woman carried the tray to the table near the window, and Lana followed behind her. Natalie set the tray down and turned, and Lana was on her. Wrapping her arms around Natalie, Lana gave her a long, deep, romantic kiss. Corinne's jaw dropped in shock. Off came the plaid vest, the gold slacks, and then Natalie's bra and panties as Lana sensuously and methodically stripped the younger woman nude. She took Natalie by the hand and walked her to the bed. Natalie was quite attractive, with a trim figure and nice firm butt. As Lana lay her on the bed, Corinne took note of Natalie's hershey kiss nipples on her buoyant young breasts, and her completely shaved and bare pussy. Standing over her, Lana removed her t-shirt and shorts, displaying her bare body proudly. Lana took the dominant position, lying atop Natalie as the two engaged in deep kissing and caressing. Then Lana began moving down, kissing and nibbling Natalie's throat, then her breasts. She played with Natalie's nipples extensively using tongue and fingers, and Natalie seemed to melt into the bed. Then Lana went further down. Natalie's ribs received attention, then her stomach, then further down below her belly button. Corinne saw Natalie gasp as Lana's tongue first flicked across her clit. The next twenty minutes was a divine ballet as Lana worked the young African American woman's pussy to nearrgasm, then stopped abruptly, leaving the girl hanging as she moved up to pleasure other areas. She had Natalie engaged in a horizontal dance of need and desire, partially pleasuring her again and again before finally finishing the job. She eventually bore down between Natalie's legs with a new vigor, and Corinne watched the young woman's silent scream of orgasm. Lana was clearly skilled at her craft. Lana then moved up again, kissing Natalie's stomach, ribs, and breasts, before shifting to sit on Natalie's midsection. The two had a short conversation as Lana played with Natalie's nipples, tweaking and twisting and rubbing. Corinne couldn't hear, of course, but eventually saw Natalie nod. Lana was on the move again, this time reaching over Natalie. She retrieved the same leather cuffs that she had used the night before, only now she was using them on the room service girl. Corinne leaned forward in interest, and her finger began stroking her clitoris. As she had done with the fat man, Lana tied each of Natalie's limbs to a corner of the bed, effectively spreadeagling her. Then she climbed back atop Natalie, moving up to sit on the room service girl's face. Lana was a sexy woman. As Corinne watched, the brunette swayed and undulated as she received oral pleasure from her cute prisoner. She stroked her own breasts, caressed her stomach, and lost herself in pleasure as her prisoner labored underneath her. Corinne realized that she had not yet seen Lana cum after all these nights. Natalie did the job, though it took a while. Lana liked to periodically raise herself from Natalie's face, presumably slowing down the process of orgasm. She would rise up, touch and stroke Natalie's face, then drop down again so her pleasure prisoner could continue her oral task. Eventually, though, it was apparent that Lana was getting close. Her movements became more rhythmic, more measured. Corinne timed herself along with the brunette. Faster and faster her fingers stroked her clit and lips as the brunette began to enter the throes of ecstasy. Lana's back arched, her mouth dropping open. Corinne leaned back in her chair spreading her legs, her pleasure beginning to overflow. Lana's eyes closed. She gripped her breasts, facing skyward as her prisoner tongued her. Corinne's legs began to quiver. "Unnnnnh! Oh! Oh!" The two women orgasmed simultaneously, forty feet apart. Usually Lana's sessions lasted about an hour, a fact that had not registered with Corinne until tonight. But Lana wasn't finished with Natalie, not by a long shot. She rose and retrieved a leather travel bag, setting it with decorum on the bed next to a curious Natalie. Reaching in, she began pulling out items and setting them on the bed. Corinne recognized a couple of the items as vibrators or dildos; the smaller items were too far away for her to discern exactly. And then for the next two hours, Lana put on a clinic. Poor little Natalie, bound and helpless, had no chance, and Corinne was entranced by what became a pure torture of sexual pleasure. For an interminable time, Lana impassively forced pleasures on Natalie, and the bound room service girl thrashed, bucked, arched, or at times lay paralyzed as she absorbed a particularly fiendish pleasure. Lana wrung orgasm after orgasm from her, even as they looked more and more intense on a sexually exhausted Natalie. At 3:00 a.m., with the college girl unable to continue any more, Lana finally took mercy on her. Leaning down one last time, she kissed the girl on the lips and rose off of her chest. As she walked away from the bed, Natalie lay motionless and spent, her legs splayed wide, her hair a mess, her chest heaving with each breath, and her hips and thighs offering only the occasional spastic shiver to indicate consciousness. Lana walked to the window, looked up, and offered a theatrical curtsy. Corinne pressed ahead for one final orgasm from her own abused vulva, which had set a new masturbation record tonight. She knew that Lana was watching her, but did it really matter any more? Lana watched, then wrote another sign and set it in the window. It read, "References available upon request." "Room Service!" Corinne took a moment to open the door, wondering what she should say. As she opened it, Natalie walked in with the tray. She knew by now where to place it, so she merely offered a polite, "Happy Thursday!" greeting. Corinne followed her into the room, noting that Natalie was walking slowly and a bit gingerly. There was also a "Show Me Your Boobs" drink on the tray. Natalie set the tray down. "I got you some extra dressing for your salad, and I gave you a double helping of breadsticks," she offered. "And I have another note." Corinne took the note. By now, Natalie knew to wait for the next chapter to unfold. It read, "Blondie, if you would like to check references for my skills, you may ask Ms. Natalie how she enjoyed the evening. I asked her to provide a gift as well, so be sure to ask for it. See you at 8. -- Lana, Room 301." Corinne reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out the $100 bill that she kept hidden in her billfold for emergencies. This was an emergency. Natalie's eyes popped when she saw Benjamin Franklin. Corinne held it up, but did not offer it. "You know what's going on with these notes, don't you?" she asked. "Yes," Natalie said sheepishly. "Who is this woman?" Natalie's eyes twinkled as she shyly answered. "She's a frequent guest here, maybe twice a month for a few days at a time. She's very nice." "What's her story? Is she an escort?" Natalie offered a hooded smile. "She tips well, and she's my favorite guest." Corinne processed the information. "So I gather. You know that I was watching last night, right?" Natalie nodded. "Do you and she ... regularly..." She couldn't finish the sentence, and pointed at the window. Natalie looked Corinne directly in the eye, her green eyes strong and willful. "I take care of her in the hotel and make sure that she doesn't get bothered, so every month she invites me in for an evening. You should know that I'm straight. But it doesn't matter." "How on earth does it not matter?" Natalie's mouth curled into a smile. "Because she's soooooo good," she laughed. Corinne had to laugh as well. "Are you completely straight?" she asked. "I'm just ... I'm just trying to figure out if ... uh ... if ..." "If you can do it?" The thought made Corinne's stomach roll with nervousness. She looked at the young woman, the woman that she had seen naked and orgasming last night under Lana's skilled hands. "Yes," she admitted at long last, blushing and horrified at herself, her participation in all of this. "Yes." Natalie repeated her assertion. "I'm straight," she said. "But I appreciate beauty. When I saw you that first night, for example, and your t-shirt was wet and I could see your areolas, I was intrigued. But with Lana, you don't think much about the fact that she's a woman. You think about the fact that she's beautiful and that's she's giving you the most amazing orgasms you'll ever have." Corinne subconsciously brought her arm up to cover her chest. The t-shirt thing was truly an accident, but she could never explain that away. "I'm straight, too," she said, "but ... I have to admit, I'm kind of curious. And flattered." "Then go visit Lana," Natalie said. "She's discreet, and she's amazing." "Does she often do stuff like this? The notes?" Natalie shook her head. "Never. She saw you watching. She thought you were beautiful, and ...", Natalie bit her lip, "she likes your breasts. She wants to play with them." Corinne suddenly felt shy. "But I wasn't watching because I was into women. I mean, I was, but I wasn't. And I'm married." "Lana doesn't care. In fact, she likes it that way. She loves taking straight women. Tell her you're straight and she'll make it her personal mission to open your mind." Corinne handed the $100 bill to Natalie, conflicting thoughts and ideas swimming in her head. "The note said you have a gift for me. I presume it's not the extra breadsticks." Natalie put the bill into her pocket. She looked up into Corinne's eyes. "Again, remember that I'm straight. I'm doing this for Lana." The young woman pulled Corinne close, and closed in for the kiss. Their lips met, soft and romantic, and the tip of Natalie's tongue pressed into Corinne. She could feel the girl's breasts crush into her own. The kiss was long and romantic, and when Natalie pulled away, Corinne could still taste her. She took the note, read it again, and took a deep breath. Her heart was beating as rapidly as a hummingbird's. While Natalie watched, she wrote, 'I'll be there.' "I'm scared to death," she said as she handed it to Natalie, her hands shaking. "I've never done anything like this before." Natalie smiled a devilish smile. "Neither had I. But now I'm addicted to it. Like I said, it's not about being with a woman, it's about having great sex. And if you're nervous," she added quietly, "maybe you could use some practice. I have a break in an hour." Her eyes rose to meet Corinne's. For a long moment, they were silent. "I think I'd like that," Corinne said. It was definitely going to be a good week.	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I'd like to apologize to anyone reading this that is reading the What Happens After series; it will be quite a while till we can get another chapter done; but I'll be updating Pets alot Jerrh woke up on the hard, cold ground. He felt like this was almost the normal way to wake up somewhere, having no idea where or what time it was. He lifted off the ground and shook his head. It felt like he had fallen or even thrown to the ground. Something...something felt familiar about that one...thrown... He let out a sigh, not worrying about it. He was only a little sore, but he felt absolutely drained of energy. He was hungry. He finally managed to get on his feet and began walking down the hall towards a glow of candle light. It took him more than a minute to get there with his dragging pace. When he turned the corner, there was another hall. It was like the one he just walked down, except lit with candles and had locks on all the doors. He walked on, slightly afraid of what was in each of those rooms. He only made quick glances into the bar windows. He made sure to walk quietly and carefully. He could hear loud, deep breathing from some rooms and strange sounds that sounded like laughter in an alien form. On close examination, the locks had symbols carved in them. Jerrh finally understood that these cells held demonic creatures and spirits inside. He was close to the end, just another few rooms left. Four more doors to pass on each side. A total of eight nightmares probably waiting for him to come by. Jerrh kept his breathing steady, his heart from beating too loudly. BAM! The third from last door on his right trembled from the massive force that must have hit it. Jerrh yelled out weakly and then set off a domino effect throughout the entire hall. Whatever was behind them all began beating on the doors in a war drum beat. The antagonizing sound of every creature pulling and tweaking the fear inside Jerrh set off his mind. He sprinted to the end. He turned. There were stairs and he sprinted up them too. He loved these stairs. They were stone, and they were warm from the light that a window behind shined down on them. They were like the holy steps out of hell. He opened the door and slammed it behind. He rested his back and caught his breath, getting control of his fear. Realizing there was no reason to be afraid, that they all were locked in, he opened his eyes and saw the most beautiful sight he had ever seen since he got here. The sun shined out here. Jerrh's eyes adjusted quickly, as if they were as eager as him to see the beauty around him. The sunshine was more beautiful than ever, but it better reflected off the wonderful flowers and off the different shapes of cut hedges. He walked further into the clean cut patterns of the green world. The sun warmed his naked body and it felt natural to be in this nature world and feel warm. It must have a professional gardener to design and create this. He felt absolutely free and there was no reason to worry now that he was experiencing this beautiful world. He slowed down and began to flow down to his knees and then he turned to lie on his back. He stared up into the blue sky. His eyes even got the pleasure to see milky clouds of different shape. He sighed. The sound of his breath mixed with the sound of grass blades being stepped on. Jerrh's mind was unable to even focus on anything else. The overwhelming feeling of being out in the free day distracted his almost broken mind. The person sat beside his head as he just went on looking and played his favorite game he used to play when there were clouds out. A furry hand petted his head as he just went on starring up. His smile softened when there was a comforting touch. The voice was so soft, so sweet, that it didn't even interrupt Jerrh's blissful state. "A truly beautiful place, isn't it?" Jerrh closed his eyes and sighed. "Yes...it is..." he answered. The soft smile faded away and his lips depressed to make his expression of disappointment. He was comprehending, in a very calm manner, who it was that was sitting beside him. "Mistress..." "I need to make better care of keeping you in your room." "Does that make you angry...that I can get out of your stupid prison? You know I don't want to call you that..." "No, I'm not angry, just disappointed with the maid..." He noticed she ignored his complaint completely. "I hate calling you that...why can't I stop?" He was absolutely calm; it was probably the whole garden that calmed him like this. "It's just programmed into you. You will never stop. But if it would make you feel better, that is actually my name. You can think of it that way..." It didn't make him feel much better, but it made it easier to carry on the conversation. "Why do you want us here?" He heard her sigh. "You don't remember being up on the stage? You don't remember me making the first and only bid at the auction?" Auction? He couldn't really remember anything past the time he woke up here. He never really had time to think of anything while he was here. "I don't." "Well, it is a good thing that I asked for and read up on the background of both of you." Jerrh turned enough to look up at Mistress. She was looking at him, something was in her eyes. He was so unsure what it was, so confused. She looked straight, away from his eyes, for reasons he could not say. "You both were enjoying the feel of being on your own in the Terex cities. Well, a year after you moved into a rental in the village, a Terex gang came through and pillaged the city real good. It took the whole army of Terex to blow away the main resistance and then the rest just kind of split up. The army hunted down most of what was left." Jerrh couldn't resist the involuntary movement of rolling onto his stomach to look at her as he listened. "You were both captured along with a very large number of handsome or beautiful or even cute civilians. That's all I really know about your capture, but I have a feeling of how amnesia would come about it. The slave traders usually drug everybody up with lots of inertia fruits. They probably mixed types and different doses." She looked down at him, her hand caressed over his head. He didn't shy away from it or fear it. He needed it. These words of his world crumbling were very powerful and sad. He didn't doubt them, there was no way to disprove her and the way she said it. He felt no doubt inside. He and Dice almost had a good life of growing up. They were going to go get schooling, then even maybe part ways to start each other's very own life, but still be good friends forever. As she pet and looked at him with what he could only say was adoration, she spoke on, "They were much disorganized as they were hunted. That is how I assume they did this to you. I took you both in. I saw both of you on the stage, and knew every hungry eye feasting on you would have had trials much more unpleasant than my playful ones." Jerrh twisted his head away from her look, spite growing in him as he recalled all of her 'playful' events. But his head did not successfully leave the comforting hand of the wolf mistress. "All my fun isn't as bad as you think it is. You would like it, if you would give in and submit to me. Let me show you the deep desires inside of yourself that you hide." He pushed her hand away, still not looking at her. "You can keep your perverted pleasures. I wish to have nothing to do with them anymore." Her hand grasped his chin firmly and pulled him to look at her. He didn't mean to, but he looked at her eyes. They weren't as captivating this time as he remembered, but they still were full of so much power. "This is a perverse world, whether you like it or not. I have bought you for a very admirable price. It was so high, no one even dared to out-bid it. I think if I were patient, I could have gotten you cheaper-" "If it's about money, then let me work it off. I'll do anything except your perverted little acts. I'm good at many things and I work hard." Jerrh was determined to talk this out. She seemed so understandable. "No, it's not about money." Her hold tightened just slightly. "I want you. I don't want my money, I wanted both of you and I will keep you as I wish." Jerrh watched her close her eyes and sigh. The hold loosened and then let go. She looked at him again, and what seemed like sincerity rested in her eyes. Her hand caressed under his chin, and slightly beckoned his head to move up. Jerrh was leaning without really understanding why. She moved around to where she was standing on her knees, bringing him to meet her. She leaned her wolf muzzle down to whisper into his ear. "I will show you the wonders of submitting to me..." Both of their eyes were closed. His tail only moved back and forth so slow, just so he could defend and say it wasn't wagging. "I never want to submit to you..." he didn't know why he didn't scream the words. He didn't know why he wasn't pulling away and running for an exit. Why couldn't he stop inhaling her scent, stop caressing her sides with his hands? He couldn't see the smile that curved on her lips. "You don't have to, my pet. I will make you submit every time. You never have to loose your will. If I let you keep it, will you stay here and take the suffering of my games?" He tried hard to understand this deal. If he stayed willingly, he would get to keep his free will? "What if I don't?" "Then I will completely break you with the best of my tortures. And please...do not underestimate them. I want you to make the right choice for yourself." She kissed on his little ear, taking him and bringing him close to her. He felt the wonderful cushion of her breast on his bare chest. His tail wagged a little faster now. He was completely helpless, laying in her arms. Her paw reached down and pinched the base of his tail. He shivered, on the verge of complete convulsions. His voice was breathless, "How did you know?" She made a deep, soft laugh. "I know many things about you, my pet. You are mine, why shouldn't I know this?" The paw on his tail base clawed up his back and held his neck. She leaned her head back and guided him to kiss her deeply. Her mouth completely took over his. She sucked in his tongue, licked at it, nibbled on it. She did it all and was so dominating while she did it. He could only shiver and moan at every little slip and flip her tongue made in his mouth. She pulled away and looked down at him as he laid against her. Her smile was warm and her eyes held interest. "This is how you will submit to me. I will take it from you every time. You will never do it willingly, unless you want to." His eyes looked at her, as if he were drugged. "Never," he breathed. She made a small laugh. "It's so cute how you think you can resist forever." She kissed at his chin, her hand arching his head up for access. "So cute," she breathed at him and kisses down his neck. "But you are mine..." Her teeth sank into his tight nipple. He cringed at the shocking pain. "Ahhh...rhhh..." He breathed past the pain. She licked at it lovingly then. More shivers erupted through his body and he felt so weak now. He could do nothing. He only felt like begging for more and he wouldn't do that. She finished licking on his nipple. His eyes were closed the whole time as she moved back to standing on her knees, looking down at him. Her hand guided his head as she spoke, "Now, time for you to learn how to suck your Mistress' breasts." His muzzle hit her nipple and it automatically opened and sucked her in his mouth. He feasted on her like he hungered for nothing else in the world. She gasped; surprised by how fast and good he had carried out her command. His teeth brushed her tit in just the right way. His hard and eager sucking just made it feel like her breast was going to melt into his mouth. She only slightly shivered as she looked down. She smiled and petted his head. He made the most wonderful sounds that increased her arousal, sounds that were very pathetic and adorable. She couldn't resist the moisture that filled her sex. She loved the way his tongue would go out and cup her tit as he just sucked. The wolf mistress couldn't quite understand how he was so good at it. She was breathing faster now and moaning. How did he get so good? "Ohh...Oh godd..." She could feel herself drip onto the open ground. It had been very long since she felt someone so good at this. She even...yes...she felt herself lactate into his mouth. He moaned louder as he tasted her. Her expression was so surprised. He had sucked and tightened it to the point of her just leaking into his mouth. "HeH!...hehhhh..." her gasps were so uneven and out of control. She only felt this once in her life. "OOOooh, God...don't stop!!" Both of her hands wrapped themselves around his head and urged him on. Jerrh sucked on and on. He sucked and drank away the squirts that erupted into his maw. He felt so aroused and yet, wanted more of her breasts. He had wanted these for so long. His other hand had been squeezing and pinching at the other nipple. He pressed the erection he had against Mistress' sex. It was so wet. The warm juices slid against his cock and he just grinded it against her harder. It pulled a moan from her and he sucked hard on her again, sucking down more juices from her tit. She pulled his head away, making him look at her. "Fuck me now, slave." She practically growled the command down at him. He nodded as best as he could as he breathed in the air. She layed down against the grass, grabbing his hips and pulling him on top of her. He didn't wait for anything. He slid right into her tight slit. Her claws grabbed at the sides of his lower back as she filled the whole garden with sounds of pleasure. Jerrh drove his hips past the overwhelming sensation of his slick member sliding in to her warm, wet sex. He heard and even felt the growl of the wolf under him. He could feel her want, her need for him in ways he never imagined. The only thing he knew right now were the feelings driving him and just thrusting harder to get each and every one of those sensations. He wanted to feel more, more pleasure. Jerrh was grabbing at her shoulder and side, squeezing her fur in between his fingers. "..GOD...HARDER!" she screamed at him. The adrenaline obeyed her words as he practically pulled her over his shaft harder as she wished. He leaned down next to her head as he kept pumping into her. He whispered hoarsely, "Why...am I doing this?" She grabbed the back of his head and replied to his ear. "Because you want it..." Climax took Jerrh completely by surprised. The world went almost completely white. Basic instinct made his teeth sink to his Mistress' shoulder. The sudden jolt of pain stabbing into the pool of pleasure made the wolf mistress over flow. Her sex clamped down on Jerrh's, and he suddenly couldn't move into her anymore. It was so tight. He felt hot fluids explode over his member and could even tell his own were amongst the flowing liquids. His teeth let go of his mistress. Jerrh's entire body went completely limp against her. "That..." he breathed to get his words back to working order. She held his limp and helpless body against her. "That was my first time...Mistress." His eyes looked up at her, his head lying on its side as it layed on her upper chest. There was just a vulnerable feel to the way his eyes looked at her. She smiled and wrapped her limbs around him. They layed in the warm sun. She nuzzled on his head as she showed the affection she thought her pet needed... Dice closed the heavy wood door behind her. Her gaze stayed forward as she walked into the room further. There were a few silver swing bars hanging by chains from the ceilings, and there was one luxurious bed, with silk curtains hanging from far above the it. It was colored in very light purples and greens. "You called, Master Daeo?" Dice asked. She felt very nervous, and still excitement was creeping deep inside her. "Yes," Daeo sounded from under the sheets. He turned up to look at Dice, who was standing with her hands clasped behind her back. "I wanted you personally to make a visit to my quarters so we could..." He threw the covers to his side open. "Get to know each other better." His smirk promised everything dark that Dice could think of and maybe something more. Dice only expected some kind of game of sex anyways. Still she went with it. She really didn't have a choice, but she chose with the free will she had. It wasn't like everything she had gone through was exactly bad. A game of sex might not be too bad at the moment. She kicked off her black slippers after she walked next to the bed. Then she climbed into the bed, letting Master Daeo hold the sheets for her. "Such a gentleman..." she said and blushed, her head slightly lowering in a cute, shy way. Daeo still had the same smirk on his face after he let the sheets lay back over her. His right arm tugged at her right and his left went over her shoulders when she was close to him. "I'm much more than that..." His smirk spread to a toothy grin. Dice couldn't resist a giggle from the flirtatious charm. The maid crown on her head made her act like a girl, but this was Dice. She had figured that out after a while of wearing it. All her actions and reactions are just translated and changed into a female version of what he does and will do. She cuddled close under his arm, and smiled a cute smile. "How would you like to get to know me better, Master?" Daeo couldn't deny the lust he felt for the baby doll eyes and the fact she was a complete cross-dressing, cute little male mouse. Dice's body, attitude, and current wardrobe were the perfect symbol of Daeo's most intimate fetish. His mouth even watered to sexually feast on the little mouse beside him. "I would like to know why you serve Mistress so willingly. We never got to the third level of our games before you gave in. I would like to know why..." The arm around Dice's shoulder was caressing up and down. It gave the little mouse chills. "Well..." Dice actually had to think about her answer. She no longer acted with the flow of the controlling item on her head. She had to think with her mind for once in a long while. "It felt so good. I couldn't resist the...the...just the dark pleasure of giving in and doing all these things that I thought were just so wrong. I always thought from afar that these acts were just twisted and sick, but it feels so good to be twisted and sick. Dark pleasure is the only word for what I feel right now as I give in willingly, Master." Daeo watched her as she answered, her head and gaze shying away from his observing eyes. He held a passive expression on his face and now it was his smirk once again. "Ok," he nodded, "now tell me; what was your favorite game? Be truthful. A good pet should never lie to his or her Master or Mistress just because you're afraid of a displeasing answer. You should be a trustworthy pet." Dice nodded. "Good girl." The way he said it made an electric pleasure run down her spine. She took a deep breath. She was blushing so badly. "It was..." She closed her eyes to focus pass the blushing. "It was when...I had to..." "Yes..?" "It was when I had to..." She said the final words just quiet enough for him to hear. "-suck you off all day." Daeo laughed softly to himself. "Why did you like that so much?" Dice made a slight whimper when he asked more of the embarrassing questions. "Because...I secretly like...like..." Daeo finished for her. "Cock?" Dice's face couldn't be anymore red. She nodded anyways. He smiled and laughed softly to himself. "Good girl." She felt the electric feeling again as her cheeks burned. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. She made a cute little 'ooo' sound as her head arched up for more. She felt so dominated. Daeo took the initiative and kissed under her chin and along her throat. He was a few inches taller and had just the perfect advantage to access, but not too big to be clumsy. His left arm curled to take possession of her and his right hand reached down to cup her balls through the cotton panties. He felt her erection. He pulled back from the kissing and said, "Someone's already excited." She only moaned. His hand slipped down her panties and grasped at her furry balls. She moaned out loud. "Do you really like sucking on my cock?" She breathed through her nose and responded with an "mmhmm". "Well, you're going to have the pleasure of learning to please your owner and the pleasure to suck me." She breathed more. "Yesss..." "But first, I'm going to let you cum first." He threw back the covers to expose both of them. Daeo had his black, tight thong on and Dice was still in her maid costume. "I want to watch you undress." Dice nodded, blushing again. Daeo pulled away and sat up in the bed to watch her. She kept her gaze away in a shy, cute manner. She took off the maid top, showing a bra covering a very flat chest. She unclasped the bra and pulled off the skirt. When it was off she was stopped from taking off the next clothing. "Wait, leave the garters... I'll take care of the panties." Daeo reached out with his claws and cut the panties away and threw them aside. Dice was now lying there in the bed with only black garters attached to black pantyhose covering her legs. Daeo got on all fours as he stalked around to where he was now at Dice's feet. He began crawling up closer to her. Once close enough, his mouth jumped at her mouth and took her into a deep kiss. His long bat tongue crawled around and in places Dice never thought a tongue could go. Her eyes rolled back a little as she moaned in the bat's mouth. His hands caressed up the smooth texture of the black pantyhose. Daeo pulled away from the trembling mouse's lips. He made light kisses over the mouse's chest. He quickly and carefully pierced a nipple with a pair of his fangs. Dice gasped loudly, making stuttering noises of 'aw' at what had just happened to her. She relaxed back into the bed after a few seconds. Daeo then reached out and pulled a silver ring from on top of his drawer. He slipped it through the maid's nipple, all the while licking it clean. Daeo pulled back, slightly panting as he watched the mouse's body in lust. Dice was now one of the most attractive things he had ever seen. Daeo wanted the mouse and wanted her now. The bat pounced on top of her. He took her legs and lifted them up while saying, "We're going to have to skip the lesson..." The lust in his voice was unmistakable. "W-why?" Dice asked anyways. Daeo was only inches away from Dice's face. His bat hand was caressing the side of her face lovingly. "Because I can't stand not taking you for another second. You...you are so desirable right now, Pet. You weaken me through my most intense desires..." Daeo closed his eyes as he nuzzled the mouse close. "We will make love rather than have sex. I want it..." He pulled away, looking into her eyes. She nodded and smiled with a blush. "Caress my shaft, lube it with my precum, my pet" Daeo pushed his hips close enough for her. She reached down and stroked and caressed and smothered it with her delicate hand. He pulled away, slightly crippled by the intense feeling of her hand, and positioned her asshole in front of his shaft's tip. His mouth had strings of drool falling down onto her furry sac. She shivered when she felt the little wet drips. Daeo was ready to take her, so ready...	Pets: Chapter 6 by theonehowl	[ "Bat", "Crossdressing", "Domination/Submission", "Fox", "Lactation", "M/F", "Mouse", "Passion", "Wolf" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 7, "longest_sentence": 50, "num_participle_phrases": 3, "num_sentences": 406, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (7) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (6) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence" ], "score": 33 }	33	false
Text: Warning mature content. Contains inflation fetish material and is for mature readers only. Read at your own risk. 11/30/14 Lilly and Scarlett sit in the backroom at work talking about their coworker Frank. He seems a strange fit to be working at the clothing store, but both of them agree there is something very desirable about Frank. Scarlett gently twirls her body in front of Lilly, showing off her slim figure. Her bust line is a full d-cup and she's quite proud of how they look on her slim frame. She pushes her naturally red hair back and says with a southern accent, "I think I'll get his attention." Lilly smiles and gently jiggles her curvy form. She's almost as top heavy as Scarlett and has a round butt. She has a slight curve to her belly, but is hardly fat. Her brown haired ponytail bounces as she shows her body, "I think you have some competition." Scarlett frowns as points a small device at her, "Not for long." Suddenly a green light hits Lilly a hiss sounds and the stretching of rubber fills the air. Lilly stares at her body in shock as it expands, "Ughhhhhh." Lilly feels it stop as suddenly as it started and takes in the changes to her body. Her legs and arms thicker and belly, butt, and breasts are rounder. She gently pokes her pudgy belly, "What did you do to me?" Scarlett laughs, "I eliminated the competition. Frank will definitely pick me over you now." She smiles as she hides the device behind her back, "Hey, Frank." Frank nods, "Hey, Scarlett." He smiles brightly at Lilly as he takes in her fuller curves, "Hey, Lilly, you're looking good today." Lilly's face reddens as Frank stares at her and Scarlett glares at them. "Thank you, Frank." The two of them watch Frank walk away in silence and Lilly is the first to break the silence."I guess he likes me bigger. Must have a thing for big girls." Scarlett stares at her for a moment and points the device at herself. "Two can play that game." She shoots herself the sounds of hissing and stretching rubber fill the room. "Ughhhh." The pressure pushes her body bigger and her body issues rubbery groans as she swells. The pressure and hissing stops as fast as it started and she takes in the changes to her body. She gently rubs her new potbelly and notes she is almost as big as Lilly, but not quite. Scarlett looks at her rounder hips and butt. She feels her inner skinny woman screaming to diet and hit the gym, but ignores it. She points the device at herself, the pressure returns, and hissing and squeaks fill the room. "Ughhhhh." Arms and legs plump and belly groans outward. Boobs and butt rounds. "Ughhhh..." She smiles as she surpasses Lilly's size, "Ha! I'm bigger!" Her shoulders puff up and both the pressure and hissing fade away. A loud squeak sounds as Scarlett bumps her inflated assets into Lilly's, "Hey!!" Scarlett smiles, "Frank is going to love me. I bet you'd pop like a balloon if you tried to get as big as me." "I bet I won't. The there's plenty of stretch in me." Scarlett hands her the device, "Fine, but I'm not picking up the pieces when you pop." Lilly shoots herself, "I'm not popping." Groans of rubber sound as the pressure returns and she hisses bigger. "Ughhhh." She smiles as arms grow thicker, hips grow wider, and belly pushes outward. Her shoulders puff up as she approaches Scarlett's size and she quickly shoots herself twice more. The pressure inside turns fierce and rubber stretching shrieks fill the backroom. "UGHHHHHHHHHH!" Scarlett watches in shock and fear as Lilly surpasses her size. She sees Lilly's inflating torso shape into a sphere as her neck shrinks and arms and legs are slowly swallowed. "What have you done to yourself? You're going to pop." "Ughhhhh...I'm not...Ughhhhh...POPPING!" Scarlett watches as Lilly's expanding, groaning, body turns into a sphere with hands, feet, neck, and head. Her neck shrinks as Scarlett says fearfully, "I hope you're right. Please don't pop, Lilly." "Ughhhh...I...ughhhh...won't." The pressure and hissing fades away and she smiles as she looks over the curve of her sphere body at Scarlett. "See! No pop!" Scarlett smirks, "You got lucky. That was cutting it pretty close." "Close? Ha! There's no way you can stretch this big. I'm afraid your stuck as a bloated blowup doll and will never achieve the size of blimp girl I have." Scarlett bumps her belly into Lilly's sphere body as she reaches for the device, "I'm going to prove you wrong!" "Hey!" The groaning of rubber fills the room as pressure pumps Scarlett bigger. "Ughhh." Rubber screeching becomes deafening, "Ughhhhhh." Her body rounds into a sphere as the pressure pushes her bigger and mistakenly the device slips from her hand. Her body groans loudly, "Oh...ughhh...no." Her body trembles as it groans loudly and it reaches the same size as Lilly's sphere body. Her face redden from the strain, smiles weakly, "Looks like we're the same size now." Lilly smiles, "You'd pop if you tried to get bigger. You were really straining." Scarlett smiles back, "I'd prove you wrong if I hadn't dropped it." "Lucky you." Suddenly a new voice responds, "What the hell happened to the two of you?" Scarlett looks down at the frumpy Chrissie and smirks. "We made ourselves bigger. If you can hand me the device on the floor, I can make myself bigger." Chrissie stares at her through her glasses and rests a hand on her paunch. "Why on earth would you want to do that?" Scarlett answers, "So Frank can pick me over Lilly's blimped ass." Chrissie snorts as she laughs, "There's no way Frank is going to like what you've done to yourself." Lilly frowns, "God you're dumb. We didn't want to be this way, but Frank likes this." Scarlett nods, "Yeah, so give me the device." Chrissie smirks as she takes out her cell phone and takes a picture, but doesn't include any faces. She sends it to Frank and quickly receives a response demanding to know what website it is from. She scoops up the device and her phone rings as another text begging to know the website pops up. "Well that settles that." Scarlett responds, "Good. Now give me the device." Lilly responds, "No give it to me!" Chrissie smiles at the two and points the device at herself. A hiss sounds and a pressure builds. Rubber groans fill the room as her body begins to push outward in her baggy sweater and pants. "Ughhh..." Her body groans as she feels herself reach the size of pregnancy and the pressure fades away. She smiles as she gently pushes her belly below her braless, floppy, boobs. "Trouble is going to love me." Scarlett frowns, "Trouble?" Chrissie smiles, "Yeah trouble. That's what I call him because he is trouble." She shoots herself, the pressure returns, and the squeaking of rubber fills the air. "Ughhhhh..." Her face reddens as her back and side rounds outward. "Ughhhh...ughhhh." Scarlett watches as Chrissie's body trembles as her inflation stops, "You should give me the device, Chrissie. You're going to pop yourself." Chrissie holds up a finger, "Hey now! Both of you got that big, well so can I." She activates the device, the pressure returns, and the sound of rubber shrieking fills the air. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhh." Her face reddens even more as she closes her eyes, her body trembles, and she slowly inflates ever so slowly bigger. "Ughhhhh...ughhhh...ughhhhhhhhh." Suddenly a loud pop sounds silencing Chrissie and sending flesh colored rubber fragments fluttering to the floor. Scarlett sighs, "At least that wasn't messier, but I won't be able to get bigger now." The curvy and bubbly Abby walks into the backroom, "What was that noise?" Lilly smiles weakly at the shocked Abby, "Uh...would you believe me if I said Chrissie popped like a balloon?" Abby looks at the fragments of flesh colored rubber on the floor and at the two of them. "You know I just might." She scoops up the device and looks at it. "What's this?" Scarlett responds, "It's what we used to get bigger. Give me a shot and I'll demonstrate." Abby smiles, "I bet you will." She points the device at herself and fires it multiple times. The hiss returns loudly and groans of rubber sound as Abby rapidly balloons outward. "UGHHHHHHHHH!" Abby's belly swells outward, sides curve out, and back pushes outward. Her shoulders puff up, arms plump, and legs thicken. Her boobs make loud creaks as they are stretched flat on the curve of her sphere body and both her legs and arms are slowly absorbed. "UGHHHHHHHHH!" Four thumps sound as her sphere body absorbs her legs and arms as she surpasses Lilly and Scarlett's size. Her face reddens from strain as a horrible creaking sounds as her head is stretched flat against her sphere body. Her expansion slows to a crawl as the pressure pushes her bigger and the curve of her sphere pushes into Lilly and Scarlett's sphere body. Suddenly the pressure is gone and Abby smiles. She knows she just a face on a giant sphere body, "Frank will love me now!" Lilly frowns, "How did you know?" Abby smiles, "Frank has had a thing for me for awhile, but I wasn't quite what he was looking for. I found his phone and discovered what it was he liked." She smiles again, "Thanks, you all. You did a good job not popping, but I'm his prize blimp." Suddenly, Frank's voice calls, "Chrissie?" He steps into the backroom and is shocked to see three inflated blimp girls. Abby responds, "Frank, I have some bad news for you. She popped." She brightens up, "Good news is I'm huge." Frank smiles, "You sure are." Scarlett responds, "We're almost as big as she is and you can have both of us." Lilly is shocked by her statement, but quickly agrees, "Yeah both of us." Frank arches an eyebrow, "How did you get so big?" Abby responds, "A device...I dropped it when my hand was stretched flat against my sphere body." Frank scoops it up, "I found it." He looks at them, "So helpless now and fragile." He points the device at himself and fires. The pressure returns with a hiss and his body bloats outward. "Ughhhhh." Abby responds, "Don't get to big. You won't be able to take care of us." Frank's inflating stops and leaves him looking close to the size of a sumo wrestler. He smiles at Abby, "Don't worry I'll take care of you." He slowly waddles over to Lilly and Scarlett, "It's a little harder to move now." Scarlett smiles, "I knew you'd choose us." Frank smiles, "Of course I'll choose the two of you." He pulls out a sewing needle, "To pop." Lilly panics, "To pop?!!" Frank stabs with the needle, a boom sounds, and a second boom sounds. Shards of flesh colored rubber join Chrissie's remains on the floor and he slowly turns back to Abby. He smiles, "Now to figure out how to get you out of here. Maybe I'll think of something faster if I were a little bigger."	null	[ "Full Body Inflation", "Female Inflation", "Male Inflation", "Clean Popping", "Inflatoray" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 5, "longest_sentence": 38, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 175, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence" ], "score": 13 }	13	false
Lee slid a reassuring arm about Marshall's shoulder. Marshall appreciated that he didn't try to make light of his fears, or treat him like a child, but as an equal. Neither did he sweep the unpleasant subject under the rug and out of sight. Lee was one who faced things head on and dealt with them. "Keep looking," he said to Roy, who nodded. "We don't even know we have a reason to worry. There's no reason to think she even saw that video, but we can't be too careful, either. I'd feel a whole lot more comfortable if we could get that thing pulled off the Internet. Is there a way of finding out who posted it?" "Probably, but I'm afraid we'll draw more attention to ourselves if we put up a fuss about it," Roy replied, "then if we do nothing." "Well, one good thing," Marshall spoke up. "What's that?" "She can't come to Burnham without sticking out like a sore thumb." "Isn't that the truth," Roy agreed. Lee hugged Marshall close before he kissed him, then rose to his feet. "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I need to check on dinner." He headed toward the back of the house. Marshall rose too. "Need to start the macaroni and cheese, get it done." "I'll come with," Roy said amiably, reaching for his bottle. He followed Marshall into the kitchen and watched him start a pot of water to boil. "Roy, did you ever meet her?" Marshall found he couldn't seem to not think about her, so gave up the effort. "No, we never did meet. I kept my distance once I found her. There wasn't any need. I had an operative who did. Said she was from the school district, checking up on you because you weren't registered for school." "Bet she said I was homeschooled, didn't she?" Marshall's voice held more than a little contempt. "Yep, that she did." Roy took a long drink of his beer before continuing. "We couldn't press the point. Afraid we might spook her. Couldn't take the chance of losing you. Don't know what Lee would have done if we had. He was... I never saw anyone so intent and so lost at the same time. He was like a man possessed. No way was he going to fail. He never gave up hope of getting you back, and he made me believe too. " "That's when you became friends, isn't it?" Roy nodded. "Yep. Spent a lot of time together, except when he was in Burnham, getting your life ready. See what I mean? He had faith we'd find you and bring you back. He loves you so very much, always has." "And I love him that much too," Marshall said softly. He turned his back to Roy for a moment. He poured salt into the boiling water as he brought his roiling emotions under control then added a box of elbow macaroni. "I knew she was lying when she told her boyfriends he was dead. I don't know why, but I knew he was out there somewhere, searching for me." He fell silent and stirred the pasta. Turning to the microwave, he put seven minutes on the kitchen timer, then looked back at Roy. "Do you ever miss being a PI?" Roy shook his head. "Not really. I like being sheriff. And I like being here with the two of you. What more could a man ask for?" He winked at Marshall. Marshall couldn't help but grin. At that moment, he heard the back door, and then Lee entered the kitchen. His face was flush from bending over the smoker. In one hand he held a fistful of red blossoms. Marshall recognized them instantly. Oxblood lilies. Sarah, from across the street, had brought them the bulbs as a gift, and Marshall had watched her place them in both the front and back yards. She told him they practically planted themselves, and he'd been fascinated by the idea. Marshall wondered why Lee was carrying them now. Marshall heard Roy clear his throat. "Gotta see a man about a horse," he mumbled before he made a hasty exit. Lee approached Marshall, held the flowers out to him. "Are those for me?" Marshall asked, surprised. "Absolutely. Want to put them into something and set them on the table? Thought they'd look nice." Marshall had set the kitchen table for the occasion, with their best dishes and silverware, and a tablecloth. "They're beautiful, thank you." Lee leaned toward him, and their lips met in a gentle kiss. Marshall read the message in Lee's beautiful dark eyes. Don't worry. I'm here. Always. Once everything was done, the turkey rested and carved and everything set on the table, the three men took their places. For some people, tradition demanded a grace be said before every meal. While they didn't follow that particular precept, on Thanksgiving, they had their own custom of giving thanks for what they had. "Okay, I'll start," Roy said, as they looked toward him expectantly. "I'm thankful for my life here in Burnham, for being the sheriff, and for the mostly beautiful weather we have." Marshall chuckled. "Most of all, I'm thankful for having the two best friends a man could ask for, the best men I know." Marshall and Lee raised their beer bottles in acknowledgement of Roy's heartfelt words, and they each drank to him. "Okay, I'll go next," Lee offered. "I'd like to give thanks for how successful the business is, and for the good life we have here in Burnham. For Roy, who helped me get my heart back and gave me back my life. And Marshall, who is my heart." Choked with emotion, Marshall managed to say, "I'd like to give thanks for my life, and for Roy, who's an awesome friend and an incredible person. And most of all, for Lee, my love, my heart and soul, for always." They lifted their bottles in unison. "Happy Thanksgiving."	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" I joked to her, but to myself wished she would. "It figures," she sighed dramatically and tossed her long hair for effect. "I hear those words from a good looking young man and it's my son." "Whoa!" I laughed, "You heading for cougar town, mom?" "Honey, I've been playing in solo town so long I'm not closing any options." She snapped her fingers, "I know TMI." "But would you like a younger guy?" I asked. "Why do you ask?" she winked, "Know anyone? Got a friend who likes your mom?" "Um..." I began to stammer, "No, I...I was just wondering if you ever thought about guys my age." "It would depend on the guy." She shrugged, "I'm too old to teach, and he would have to be more than good looking he would have to be sweet, if I wanted a cocky jerk your father would still be here." "Sweet." "Yes, cute and sweet, like you." She playfully tousled my hair. "I think you got the best of both of us, you look like your father, but you care about girl's feelings too, you're a good boy, Sean, going to make a woman pretty happy some day." "I hope so." "So..." she smiled mischievously. "You like cougars and what is it, Milfs?" "Um...yeah I think older women are pretty sexy." "Be careful some of them can really be aggressive." "If I'm lucky." I winked. "Oh, now it's TMI for me!" "Sorry." "Oh, don't be. You're twenty, not ten. You're a young man now, Sean and we can speak as adults. If you think a woman my age is hot I find that sort of a complement even though it not me you think of like that." "I'd like to meet a woman just like you." her in fact, if I could. "Aww that's sweet." She glanced at her watch, "Shit! I have to get going, when you coming home?" "I have a morning class, going to help Greg with his car and then I have Starbucks from two to eight, I figure I'll be home at nine, you?" "Well after the office I have to run a couple of errands. I'll be home before you, but might be in bed." "That's early." "Up really late last night and a lot to do today, I'll leave something for you to heat up okay?" "I'll grab a sandwich at work." "Okay." She started to turn then laughed and picking up a napkin wiped at my cheek. "Can't go to school with mom's lipstick on your cheek, how silly would that look?" I could think of where it would look better, "I would tell the guys I was making out with a hot cougar." "Honey, do you really think I'm attractive?" she asked; her brown eyes wide. "Beautiful." I told her, "And...well I think the word sexy could be used, not by me of course." I lied, "But I know what my friends look at, they'd call you a milf." "I'll take that." Mom nodded and grabbing her purse off the table headed for the back door that led out into the driveway. "Want me to bring a friend home?" I teased, "Fix my cougar mom up with a young guy?" I snapped my fingers, "He could be your Valentine!" Looking over her shoulder, mom's answer left me speechless, "Tell you what honey, you find me one that's just like you, you send him my way. Valentine's Day, or any day." For the hundredth time I looked at the time on my laptop and saw it was nine fifty five. To say today had been a long one would be an understatement. I sat through a three hour class, barely paying attention to the lectures while my mind bounced back and forth between my online and real life mothers. I would think about tonight's mutual masturbation session with Debra and the fact I was going to see her pussy and then cum for her. Then I would shift gears to my mother's remarks about young guys and wishing she could find one like me. I thought of her coming into my room and taking off her robe. She would be naked beneath and slide into my bed and take me into her arms, then her mouth, then let me have the taboo pleasure of being inside her. I'd spent half the day with a raging hard on. My Boxers were wet from my dripping cock and there were times I was squirming in my seat. It was better at Greg's; it was tough to get a hard on while working under the hood with him right next to me, but my mind was wandering to the point I'd whacked myself with a hammer and banged my head on the hood three times. At least work was busy and I was able to keep moving and not thinking. I'd gotten home at ten past nine and mom had left a note on the table saying she was going to bed early and there was leftover lasagna in the fridge. I heated a square and wolfed it down so fast I barely tasted it. When I went upstairs I saw a dim light from under mom's door and figured she was reading with just her small nightstand lamp on. I thought about knocking and popping my head in to say goodnight, but it was nine thirty and I didn't want to get sucked into a conversation. Besides, last time I went in her room she was on her stomach reading a book like a young girl and wearing a pair of tight shorts and a skimpy tank top. The entire time I spoke to her she was kicking her feet back and forth and my eyes had bounced back and forth between her fine ass in the tight shorts and her breasts which were ready to pop out of the shirt as she lay on them. This was why tonight would be good for me, not just seeing Debra, but extending my fantasy with her, and focusing on her. If she was willing to do this I was sure we would meet sooner than later and I could have my own little mommy to play with. I'd showered and locking my door had been sitting naked at my desk idly surfing the computer. I avoided porn sites, my cock was semi hard already and I wanted to last for her. Now that it was almost time; I activated my web cam and lowered the screen so my face wasn't in range of the camera. I looked at the screen and took in my chest and stomach and my now hard cock standing up between my legs. I stroked it a couple of times, watching my hand slide up and down. Lube would not be a problem, I was dripping again. What was a problem was I had the screen partially down and might have a tough time seeing her. I quickly unplugged the laptop and going over to my bed sat up against the head board, put the lap top between my knees and this time angled it up slightly so she would see my body as well as my cock, but still not my face. The view was perfect and just as I fixed the pillow behind me I received the message I waited all day to see. "Hello mamasboy94 you have a message from hot4myson." "Is my sexy son ready for his show?" I clicked reply and typed, "I have been ready all day! I've been so hard for you, mommy!" "And I was so wet today I had to take my thong off at lunch and spent the rest of the day in work with nothing under my skirt. Think your mommy is a slut for that?* "I think she is amazing for that!" "My boy is full of good answers! Ready to link? Just click the cam option and I'll tell you if I can see you." I felt a moment's hesitation. I'd been with three girls in my short sexual lifetime and none of them had any complaints about my cock, in fact one said I had very nice cock, but still, Debra was a woman who I'm sure had more experience than me and what if..." Don't be stupid. My cock was not quite fully erect and giving it a few quick strokes while thinking of Debra's pussy, it was hard in no time. I took a deep breath and clicked cam. My screen went black, but a minute later Debra typed, "Oh, look at my son's beautiful cock! You are so hard for your mom!" "Always." "Oh, how I wish I was there! I would be on my knees and that cock would be in my mouth so fast! Stroke it nice and slow for me!" I did as she asked and gave it a squeeze, causing pre cum to ooze from the tip. "Look at that sweet sticky cum! Use it; get your cock all wet for me! Pretend its mommy's spit!" I couldn't suppress a moan escaped me as I stroked my now slick cock. " I heard that! That sounded so good! You'll hear me too, but no talking okay?" "Okay, can I see you mom?" "You want to see mommy's pussy?" "Yes please!" "Okay, but mom is a little nervous. I've never done this for anyone before, but my sexy son deserves a treat doesn't he?" "I hope so." "Honey, that nice big dick that's hard and dripping for me will get you anything from your mother..., maybe even this!" There was nothing then the screen came alive and my jaw dropped at the sight of her bare tits on the screen. They were pretty damn big, and her nipples were a pale pink and as hard as my cock felt. Despite their size they were standing up pretty damn well and I licked my lips, while typing. "Goddamn, my mom has some nice tits!" Her reply was to bring her hands into view to cup her breasts and show them off to me. As promised her fingers were painted in a deep purple with black tips that looked damn good against her fair skin. My cock jumped in my hand when she stroked her nipples with her thumbs. I could see strands of long dark hair on the sides of her amazing tits and wished to hell I could see the face that went with them. Her hands dropped from her tits and she typed, "Not bad for someone old enough to be your mom?" "Perfect! I wish I could suck on them, then cum on them!" "Me too baby! Now here's what we're going to do. I'm going to slip my thong off for you and show you my pretty little kitty and play with myself until I come." "Thank you mom!" "While I do, I want you to play with that delicious hard young cock. I don't want you to jerk it hard because you can't cum until I do, so just nice and easy. Tease it, pretend I'm teasing it. When I finish cummg you jerk it nice and fast and blow that big load for your mother, how's that?" "Sounds damn good to me!" "Okay, no more typing until we're done, we just sit and play." The screen moved and I caught a glimpse of her stomach and hips as she lowered it. She must have been standing when she was showing her tits, because I was now looking at a black sheet and some pillows. Debra's long bare leg came into view, swinging past the screen. She then sat down with her legs stretched out on either side of the lap top and I was confronted with the beautiful view of her soft white thighs and a purple lace thong between her legs. Her fingers came into view and she rubbed her pussy through her thong. I heard a soft moan and as she had asked slowly stroked my cock, my fingers barely touching my shaft as I worked it up and down. Debra pressed her fingers harder against her thong and worked them faster. Sliding her fingers into it, she pulled it to the side just enough for me to get a glimpse of pink flesh, before letting it fall back into place. Her legs swung up and together, presenting me with the sight of the backs of her thighs framing that strip of purple material. Her ass lifted off the bed and my heartbeat picked up as she worked the thong over her hips. She slid it up from her pussy and I noted how the thong stuck to her flesh. She was so wet she was peeling it from her pussy! The thong worked up her thighs and my eyes locked onto her pussy. Debra's pussy was plump with full thick pink lips that were so wet I could see them glistening. I licked my lips, imagining my tongue sliding between those thick soft lips. Her flesh was as pink as her nipples and there was not a speck of hair to be seen. Debra's legs lowered back around the lap top and her fingers reappeared, this time sliding through her wet flesh. I heard her moan louder than before and forced my hand to maintain its slow movement. Debra spread her pussy open, giving me a glimpse of her dark wet hole. Holding it open her other hand came into play and I released a long breath as her fingers disappeared into her pussy. "Ohhh" she purred, her fingers working back and forth. "Hmmm" Her fingers moved faster and slipping them out, she wiggled them in front of the camera. Her fingers were not only shiny from her juices, but there was a thin trail of her sticky fluid from her fingers to her pussy. They left the screen and I heard the unmistakable sound of sucking. "Fuck she's hot." I whispered. My cock was aching and it was becoming difficult to keep my hand from speeding up while watching her slender fingers pumping her pussy. Debra used her other fingers to rub her clit in circles and emitted a long low moan that caused me to break out into a sweat. I continued caressing my cock as she worked her pussy with both hands. I noticed her hips moving into her thrusting fingers and her moans were getting louder and sexier. My legs were trembling with my bodies desire to cut loose with my hand and cum, but instead I made a quick show of rubbing my balls to give my cock a few seconds to calm down. Debra removed her fingers from inside and her hand left the camera. When it returned a moment later she was holding a long purple vibrator. "Holy fuck." I said, louder than I meant to. Debra giggled from the other side of the cam and even that little noise was so fucking sexy. Now it was my hand that was trembling and I squeezed my cock harder when she ran the tip of the vibrator through her sopping pussy. She turned it on and the hum sent a thrill through me. Debra worked it slowly through the meaty folds of her pussy and when she reached her clit her hips jerked and she yelped. She held it there whimpering as her hips moved up and down. She removed it from her clit, sliding it back through her lips, then slowly, inch by teasing inch, eased it into her pussy. Her fingers returned to her clit, rubbing in circles as she pumped the toy in and out of her wet hole. "Oh, oh...ohhh" she moaned as she worked the toy faster and her purple fingers blurred across her clit. I watched her hips thrusting upwards to drive the toy deeper into her hot little box. Debra was moaning and in between them was letting loose with sharp little yelps that caused my hand to move faster. I could hear Debra breathing hard in between her hot little noises and the vibrator was plunging so hard into her I could hear wet sucking sounds as she removed it. "Oh...oh..." Debra's ass lifted off the bed and I flinched at the long loud wail she released. She buried the vibrator all the way inside her and bucked her hips wildly as her fingers stroked her clit. She squealed again and leaning forward, I lowered the volume on the lap top just in case mom came out to go to the bathroom. Debra was now squealing each time her hips lifted and I could see the toy moving in and out a couple of inches from her pussy contracting around it. The thought of my cock being in place of that toy made me whimper as I desperately fought not to jerk off faster. On the screen Debra's ass settled back onto the bed and her fingers stopped moving. I could hear her heavy breathing as she tried to catch her breath. She giggled and I saw her thighs tighten up. The toy squirted from her pussy, taking a trail of her sticky cum with it. Her hands appeared in front of the screen and began typing. "Goddamn did I come nice and hard for my son! Did you like that, baby? Don't answer! Start stoking that big cock for me. It's time for you to cum for mommy!" I gladly pumped my cock harder and faster. A groan escaped me as my aching cock twitched in my hand. "That's it, baby! Stroke it for me! Hmmm that's why I came so hard! I kept staring at that big fucking cock!" My heart was hammering in my chest and my legs were shaking as I read her words and pumped my yearning cock, damn I was going to cum hard for my mom! "Not just that cock, but that chest and that nice hard flat stomach! My son is a sexy young man!" I was close to erupting and I was moaning loud enough to feel like an idiot, but she seemed to like it. "Yes, moan for your mama, baby! Jerk your cock...no, that's not your cock, that's its mine! That's my cock and this is your pussy!" I released a long groan at the feeling of my balls tightening and the cum building up through my cock. "You like that? You like knowing you own your mother's pussy? You do! It's all yours, baby! I'm all yours, mommy is all yours!" I cried out as my cock exploded sending a huge stream of cum arcing into the air before landing and splattering all over my chest. The second spurt left a long white line up my stomach and as I continued to stroke I was amazed at the amount of cum squirting from my relieved cock. I straightened my cock so the last few small spurts would drip down my shaft and onto my balls and thighs. When my spent cock had no more to give, I released it and slumped back in my chair. "Oh, goddamn." I moaned. I heard that giggle again. "Look at all that cum! Honey if your naughty mom was there she would be licking up every drop! Slurping and licking and sucking it right up while you watch!" I leaned forward and typed, "That's what mom's do, clean up after their sons!" To my delight I heard her burst out laughing! I smiled at the sound, it was a full out laugh, and similar to the infectious one my real mom had. "That was a good one! Wow, you can even make me laugh; you are a perfect young man aren't you?" "Don't know about that." "I'm looking at your body honey, you are something! Look at tyour dripping cock and all that cum! What a waste, that load should have been in my mouth or even better, my pussy! God what I wouldn't give to have my son cum inside me! Such a nasty little taboo, but it would feel oh so good!" "Yes it would. Better than jerking off." I told her, then grabbed some tissues and started wiping the cum from my chest and stomach." "And that cock would be so much better than this toy. So, honey, if you could cum anywhere on me where would it be?" "Your face." "Cum in your mother's face? Dirty boy! I would let you though! And you could watch it drip down my chin, to my tits. Know what I like?" "Do tell!" "I like my feet played with. My toes sucked on, would you do that for me?" "I would do anything for my mother!" "Good boy! Damn, this was so hot, Tommy! I'm forty four and never did anything like this!" "Never?" "Spent a lot of time in a boring marriage. Was with him a long time, I bet you've had sex with as many different people as I have, maybe more." "You're so beautiful though! Guys would line up for you." "You're very sweet. But you have not seen my face, how do you know I'm pretty?" "With a body like that the face would have to match!" "That's funny!" "Besides, sons always think their mom's are the most beautiful woman there is. I know my mother is." "Honey, you are so damn sweet! My son is too and he is very attractive and loving and supportive and part of the reason I'm not out dating." "Why?" "Because I started thinking about him in ways I shouldn't, the things we talk about are what I want to do with him, it's how you feel about your mom. It's wrong, but I want to be with him! I want to be his mom and his lover! I want to be his whore and his sweet love and his mom; I want to be his everything!* "Your son is lucky and doesn't know it." "He would only be lucky if he wanted me the way I want him. Just like your mom! What I wouldn't give for my son to want me the way you want yours!" I finished wiping myself off and stared at the screen. She was sitting back as she typed and her pussy was still visible. "I love your pussy, mom." "Yeah, you like my soft lips?" "I'd love to kiss those lips!" "I'd let you, but after you kiss me first. It seems silly, but the thought of sharing a real kiss with my son is pretty damn hot. Bet you want to kiss your mom, don't you?" "Oh, yeah. So does it bother you, you want your son?" I asked hoping to steer her towards a meeting. "Sometimes. I feel like it would be taking advantage of him if I approached him. I tried to ignore it when it started. But I kept having wet dreams about fucking him and him making love to me. I was getting off to it and watching step mom and son porn and mom and son even though I knew it was fake. It was driving me crazy! So wrong, but God I want it!" "Me too, that's why I though this site would be good I could meet a sexy mom and play like this." "Exactly and its fun. It's satisfying, but still a tease, no?" "Yes" "Especially because it's online, not like we're getting anything except playing with ourselves to words on a screen. Even tonight, it was hot, but not the real thing." "I know." I mentally crossed my fingers as I typed, "I love when we do this, but in a way it makes me want my real mom more!" "Yes! Honey, I am enjoying talking about this! The fact I am still staring at your hot young body and dripping cock helps, and I know you are staring at my pussy, but I am glad we're talking. We have a shared fetish, but a shared problem too. Nice to know I am not the only real pervert on here." "If it feels good do it, LOL" "I don't think that expression covered incest, but I agree! Hey if a mom wants her son and he wants her, what is wrong with that, I mean as long as he is an adult and knows what he wants." "Nothing at all. So, Debra can I ask you something?" "Anything, Tommy!" "This was fun, but like we said leaves us with the same fantasies and wanting for more." "Right." "I was thinking that" Here we go, "What if we met in person?" "You want to meet me?" "Yes, think about it. We could meet and play mom and son while, you know..." "Fucking." "Yeah, sure" I felt myself beginning to blush. "Maybe if we actually did it like that, role playing while having sex it would get it out of our system, what do you think?" There was no reply right away and I saw her fingers tapping on the bed as if she were thinking. Oh I hoped I hadn't blown this. "So, what you are saying is you want to meet your mother face to face and fuck her?" "Yes. Is it okay I asked? I don't want to make you mad!" "So sweet! That is what I really like about you! Not just attractive, but sweet! No, I am not mad; I'm flattered after all you're young enough to be my son LOL!" "What do you think?" "Just to be clear. You want your mother to come to you and fuck you." "Or I go to you." "Whichever, but point is you want your mom to have sex with you. You want to tell her how much you want to fuck her and do naughty things with her." "Very much!" "Would you want to tell her you love her too? Or would it just be nasty things?" "I would tell my mom how much I love her and would love to make love to her and hold her tight." When I first started typing I thought I was just playing along. If her game included me saying: Mom I love you so much and being sweet I could do that. But as I thought about it, it occurred to me I meant it. I did want to love my mom in every way like Debra had said about her son. To be her love, not just a taboo fuck buddy. "I would want it to be more than fucking my mom." I went on, "I would want to be good to you too!" "You my boy, are full of good answers, perfect answers." "Only if they get me anywhere, LOL" "Hmm, well that's a big step, Tommy. Meeting and fucking your mother is a big deal you know. What if she loves it so much she wants more?" "She can have me anytime she wants me. My mom can have my body and my heart." "It a game for us, but for real is that how you feel about your mom?" "I mean every word of it." "I so want to hear my son tell me he loves me and wants me." "I'll say it to you, but you have to say it to me too." "That wouldn't be a problem, trust me. But I think we'd have to be a little raunchy first! Get that edge off!" "Anything you want mom! Your son wants to give you whatever you need, however you need it!" "You're making a tough decision very easy, Tommy." "Oh, I'm sorry I..." "In a good way. Honey I would love to meet my son tomorrow and enjoy him in all the ways I have been dreaming about." "Seriously?" My heart raced, "Tomorrow?" "Yes! We'll be each other's Valentine! Hmm Mommy has something a lot sweeter than a box of chocolates for her son!" "When, where" Even typing I must have seemed like an excited little kid "Do you want me to get room somewhere? You want me to bring you something?" I heard that adorable giggle again. "So eager! I love it. I have to work and then not sure about a couple of things. When are you home tomorrow?" "I only have to work, but earlier than today I'll be home at six." "So anytime after that is fine?" "Anytime is fine! I'll call out sick!" "No, no, a good mom wouldn't let her son lose money. Besides night time would be so much better, just think we can spend the night together!" "Sure, I'll tell my mother I'm staying over a friend's." "Okay well you get home and just relax and I will send you message to meet me, just not sure when yet, but I promise we will meet tomorrow night so you can tell mom how bad you want her and we can have the sexiest Valentine's Day ever! Maybe I'll get some red lingerie just for the occasion! Do you like red?" "I like any color you like, but." I thought of mom's favorite color, "I like purple." "Purple it is!" "Debra?" "Yes?" "Seeing we're going to meet, can I see your face? You can see mine." "No, let's wait until tomorrow. I want to be able to look you in the eye when you see your mother for the first time as a lover." "Okay." "Well as much as I like talking to you and as good as that cock looks, I need to go, baby!" "Okay, mom I look forward to tomorrow night." "I am too honey, more than you know!" "And I bet you are as beautiful as I said you were." "From what you said, I don't think you will be disappointed and I know I won't be.* "How do you know..." I began to type, but she kept going. "Mom's know everything, baby. They know all their son's secrets. You'll find that out soon enough. See you tomorrow, honey!" "See you!" "Oh, one more thing? Don't worry about condoms, your mother will let you ride her bareback!" "Oh my God!" I whispered. The screen went blank, leaving me staring at my reflection. That last remark she made before the condoms was an odd one, but whatever. Fact was...I was going to meet my online mom! Not just meet her, but we were going to fuck like crazy and I could call her mom and she would whisper in my ear about how good her son felt! My cock was rising again and I took it in my hand and stroked it. I knew I would need to cum again to even try to sleep. I thought of the show Debra had put on for me as I pumped my cock. Even as I replayed that hot scene in my mind one thought cutting into it: Holy shit I was going to fuck a smoking hot milf! It was going to be the night of a lifetime and maybe more than a night if I could make her happy! I was so worked up my cock twitched in my hand and I moaned as I came all over my stomach again thinking the only thing that could make this hotter was if I were really meeting my mother instead of another guy's mom. If I had though yesterday was a long day, today was ridiculous. My sleep was full of wet dreams of Debra who, not surprisingly looked just like my mom. When those dreams would fade they were replaced by dreams of my actual mother and each time I woke up I was hard. Since I didn't have a morning class, mom didn't wake me up and left me a note reminding me there were bagels in the fridge and to have one. I ate quickly and left the house hours before I had to go to work so I wouldn't be sitting around daydreaming and masturbating. At work I screwed up so many coffees my boss asked if I was okay. I told him I had a lot on my mind and he stuck me in the back to wash mugs and dishes for the second half of my shift. But that kept me busy and it went faster than the morning had. I got home at six and was surprised to see mom had left me a note saying she was tired and was going to lie down for awhile and had left me a plate in the oven. I ate mechanically, barely tasting the chicken and baked potato, my mind racing with thoughts of when and where I would be meeting my online mom. I showered and was now laying in my bed naked with just the sheet over me. I loved the feeling of being naked in bed, especially when I was horny and fact was I wasn't even sure what to wear so figured I would ask if there was a certain look she liked. That left me wondering what she would be wearing; a nice short skirt and high heels? A cute sundress? Or if at her house or a motel, maybe sexy lingerie. Nah, she had a son my age, doubt it would be at her house. I couldn't imagine what I would think if I found my mom with a twenty year old guy in her bed. "You'd be jealous you whack job." I muttered. I picked my head up when my lap top chirped. I'd brought it over to the bed with me in case I dozed while laying there waiting. I eagerly rolled onto my side to look, then frowned when I realized it was just a regular e-mail notification. I heard mom come out of her room and head past my door. The house was quiet enough that I heard the shower running and thought that was odd, mom usually showered as soon as she got home. I lay there with my eyes closed and let my mind drift to my mom in the shower. Her tall curvy form covered in soap and her long black hair plastered to the creamy skin of her back. I wondered if Debra would let me shower with her? Damn that would be hot as hell. But not as hot as my real mom. I thought of dropping to my knees in the shower. Mom would place one wet foot on my shoulder and I would lean in and tongue her sweet pussy. I then shifted to Debra mentioning she liked her toes sucked. I had never thought much about it, but it could be hot. Work my way up her legs with my tongue and...I forced myself to stop both fantasies. I was hard and driving myself crazy. I took several slow deep breaths, telling myself to relax and get some rest, if all went well it was going to be a hell of a night! My eyes snapped open when I remembered I hadn't told mom I would be spending the night out. Well I could tell her once Debra called as there was always the chance she might get nervous and back out. I closed my eyes once more, this time succeeding in letting my mind wander. I jerked awake and was surprised to see my room was dark. What the hell time was it? I turned my head to see it was eight o'clock. I'd fallen asleep for almost an hour. I immediately shook the mouse hoping I hadn't slept through a message from Debra. I was disappointed not to see anything from her, but also relieved. If she had sent me something and I did not reply that would have been worse as she might have thought I had cold feet. Truth be told I was getting nervous, but it was because I was afraid she had not only changed her mind, but had decided it would be better not to play with me anymore. I jumped when my phone whistled telling me I had a text. I grabbed it off the nightstand and saw it was mom. "Hey, Sean, you awake?" "Yeah, why?" "I peeked in when I got out of the shower, but you were sleeping so I figured I would let you nap for awhile. Took one myself earlier." "I'm up now." "Good. Can you come in here? I want to talk to you." I looked at the lap top. Shit! What if that was when Debra was going to send me a message? I knew I should have gotten the damn phone app! "Can it wait mom? I'm waiting for a message from someone." "You can get back to them, honey." "Its important." "Your mom isn't important to you?" "Of course you are!" Oh, jeez she was probably in one of those moods where she was kind of lonely and looking for company. Normally I loved those moods because we would sit on the couch and talk then watch a silly movie and she would curl up next to me. Once it was even in her bed with some popcorn and we fell asleep next to each other. That had been a tough night as it was one hell of a tease because fully dressed or not, being in her bed next to her had driven me crazy. "Then come talk to me. Maybe if I tell you I have something for you, you'll forget about your message?" An idea hit me and I typed back. "Give me two minutes, I have to get dressed." "Oh, just throw some shorts on honey, I'm your mom." "Okay, a minute then." "Thanks honey!" I quickly logged onto the site and sent Debra a message "I'm sorry, but I have something to do real quick, be back in a half hour, promise!" I hoped mom would be quick, if not I might have to say I didn't feel well or make up some other stupid line. I loved being with mom, especially the rare treat of being in her bedroom, but tonight was not the night! I got out of bed and picked up a pair of denim shorts. I went to my bureau to toss on some boxers then thought screw it. It's not like mom stared at my crotch and I would get a sick thrill out of going commando in front of her. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror and with a goofy grin, flexed, recalling how Debra had raved over my chest and stomach. 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lot more than that over my body tonight. I rolled my eyes at my reflection thinking how my mom had always said guys who were stuck on themselves had to be because no one else would be. "You get more from a young lady by being sweet, not cocky" she would say and she was right, Debra seemed as excited by the fact I was nice to her as she was the dirty talk. I glanced one more time at the lap top then left my room and wandered down the hall to mom's room. I knocked lightly on the door and she called, "Come on in, honey!" I entered and was surprised to see the room was lit by several candles on her bureau and night stands. As I closed the door behind me I became aware of the sweet scent of strawberries wafting from the candles. Mom was sitting on the edge of her bed and as soon as my eyes landed on her all else was forgotten. Mom was dressed in what looked like a pair of purple lace shorts and a silky purple top. The shorts-I recall my ex, referring to them as boy shorts- were living up to the word short. They barely covered her upper thighs and hugged her leg tightly. The deep purple looked damn good against her creamy skin and unable to help it, I let my eyes wander down her legs to her bare feet. Mom's nails were painted the same shade of purple as her out fit and I noticed a silver ring on the middle toe of each foot. Catching myself staring and hoping she hadn't, I raised my eyes. "Hey, honey, why don't you sit over here?" "Okay." I approached the bed slowly, still surprised at her attire. Speaking of which this time I made the mistake of looking at her top. The skimpy sleeveless shirt was tied behind her neck leaving her shoulders bare. Not just her shoulders, but a lot of her chest as well. The shirt was hanging low enough to expose a pretty good amount of cleavage and it struck me she was not wearing a bra. That revelation was driven home when I saw her nipples poking through the material. It took a supreme effort to tear my eyes from that incredible sight and move lower. The top did not go that much farther down than mom's breasts and her stomach was bare. Another spot begging for a kiss, but not before those nipples would get some attention. As I sat down next to her it dawned on me that it was odd her nipples would be hard. The room was pretty warm, unless it was the silky material rubbing against them, either way it was going to be an effort to keep my eyes on her face. When I did look at her, I saw her eyes were on my chest. I watched her look lower and swore she was staring at my crotch. I glanced down myself and was alarmed to see I was semi hard and the bulge was obvious. I felt like an absolute idiot. Not that mom would suspect I was like that for her, but it was pretty disrespectful. Mom's arms had been at her sides her hands on the bed, but when she looked up at me she quickly folder her arms across her chest and I felt another wave of embarrassment at the thought she'd caught me staring at her tits. But when she looked at me she gave me a big smile. "Hey, honey." "Um, hey mom, what's up?" besides me, damn, what a moron I was. "I don't know, I guess I was lying to myself that it being Valentine's Day wouldn't bother me. I'm feeling lonely and thought it would be nice to spend some time with my son. I didn't get to see you all day." She leaned over and kissed my cheek, "I missed you." "I missed you to." I told her. With a small laugh, mom wiped at my cheek. "Lipstick again." She was wearing lipstick, a sexy deep shade of red. Now that I was focusing on her face I noticed she was wearing eye shadow and had added some color to her cheeks. Why the hell had she put on makeup after a shower to just hang around the house? Her long hair was down and it looked as if she had put some curl into it. Once again I glanced at her ensemble, taking in the sexy little shorts and revealing top. Then it hit me; the lingerie the candles, make up... "Hey, mom. Do you have someone coming over tonight? Is that what you wanted to talk about?" "Coming over?" she looked puzzled, "Why would you ask that?" "Well .the candles and you're all made up and you're...that's not what you usually wear to bed." "Oh!" she shrugged causing her bra less tits to bounce in her shirt. "You're right; usually I don't wear anything to bed." She paused for a second which worked out well as that remark has caught me off guard. "But yes, it's a lot better than the t-shirts and baggy shorts I wear around the house at night." "Okay I guess." I replied, recovered from the visual of mom rolling around naked in the bed we were sitting on. "Sometimes a woman just wants to feel sexy and tonight?" Mom stretched her long legs out and playfully wiggled her toes, "This girl wants to feel sexy!" She turned to me and gave me a huge smile, "You know what makes me feel, sexy?" "Candles and strawberries?" I said gesturing around the room. "Yes, and nice sexy jammies and...you." "Me?" I asked, surprised, "I make you feel sexy?" "You do. You're always telling me how beautiful I am and yesterday at breakfast you were telling me what a hot milf I was. It makes me feel sexy." "But I'm your son." I reminded her, even though this son had thought long and hard about how sexy his mother was. "But you're also a good looking young man who thinks this older woman is sexy and I like that." Her smile faded and her dark eyes stared into mine, "I like knowing my son thinks I'm sexy." "Okay." I said softly, trying not to sound flustered. "I think the fact that my son is pretty sexy himself, helps with that." "I...I don't think I'm..." "Yes you are." She purred, "Hmm just look at you! Working out and playing on the baseball team has filled you out quite a bit the last couple of years." My reply was interrupted my mom uncrossing her arms and running her nails lightly across my bare chest. "You said you knew guys your age would want me? Well, honey, there's not a woman my age out there who would not want you. Look at that nice hard stomach!" Something else was getting hard and knowing it was already visible I put my hands in my lap to cover my crotch. I looked down as I did and froze. Mom's nails were dark purple with black tips. Mom continued to speak softly as her hand wandered across my stomach. A minute ago her touch would have excited me, but at the moment I barely felt it. I just kept staring at her nails. The same color as Debra's. Debra had the same hair color as my mother, the same creamy complexion. She had told me she had big brown doe eyes. Her tits looked as big as my mother's seemed, even her nice round ass and... Thinking of the picture of her ass caused me to look across the room at the tall mirror in the corner of her room, then down to her shorts. They were the same purple shorts Debra had been wearing in that picture. I had been role playing with my own mother! A surge of panic went through me; this was why she was dressed like this! She had found out I was on that site and now she was screwing with me! She was setting me up to show her I wanted her and then she would confront me on it. She was going to chew me out and tell me I was sick and probably send me to a fucking shrink I... "Sean?" "Huh?' "Are you okay?" "Umm, yeah I guess I..." "You're flushed." Mom put her hand on my cheek, "You're hot, baby." "No, I'm..." Mom leaned over and placed her lips on my forehead. "Well you don't seem warm there." Mom removed her hand from my face and ran it through her long hair. She placed her other hand on my thigh, just below my shorts and I couldn't stop staring at those nails, recalling them sliding between her...pussy. I'd seen my mother's pussy! She...wait, she had played with herself in front of me, even used a toy! Got off then...she couldn't be Debra, mom wouldn't do that she would just call me out on it. "Do you like my nails?" "Huh?" "Wow, can't even hold my son's attention, I am losing it." "Sorry. Uh...yeah your nails are really nice. When did you did you get them done?" "Yesterday after work. Fingers and toes, nice pedicure. Pretty nails, soft feet, back to feeling sexy. You think they're sexy?" "Purple is my favorite." I said quietly. "Yours too." "Yup, so..." Mom cocked her head, "Talk to me honey." "About what?" "How come it's Valentine's Day and a nice kid like you is all alone hanging around the house?" "No one to ask out, I guess." I said evasively "How come you haven't met anyone since Sarah? That was months ago?" she pressed. "I don't know; how come you're not dating anyone?" I turned it around on her again. "I don't know." She mimicked with a smile, "Maybe because I have someone in mind, but was afraid to say anything." "Oh, well you should." "Should I? Should I tell him how bad I want him? What I would do to him?" "Um, sure." I said nervously. "Maybe I already did that." She giggled and my stomach sank, it was the same giggle from Debra last night. Or was it? Voices always sounded different over a computer "So if there's no one for you what was the big message you were waiting for tonight?" "Oh, just um, some girl I've been chatting with" at least that wasn't a lie. "Good you need to meet someone because..." She gave me a mischievous smile, "You need the real thing." "Real thing?" "Yeah, instead of all that porn you watch." She tapped my leg, "And on that subject, please keep your volume down, honey, I don't need to hear that." "H...hear what?" "I went to the bathroom last night and heard squealing from your room. It was so loud I wondered if you snuck someone in." "Oh...sorry." "That's okay" she grinned, "I didn't go to the bathroom, I just wanted to see what you would say." "Thanks." I rolled my eyes "So, Sean, what were you doing when I texted you?" "Just lying down." "Yeah, you resting up for a big date tonight? Maybe that woman who is supposed to send you that message?" "Maybe." I told her, "And uh, she might have sent me something so did you need me..." "She didn't." "How do you..." "Know what I was doing before I texted you?" "What?" "What I've been doing every night for the past two months." "What's that?" "I was lying here playing with my pussy and thinking about my beautiful son." "W...what did you just say?" My throat was so tight the words barely came out. "I said I was playing with my pussy and thinking about my son. Kind of funny because I was doing it while thinking about playing with it in front of him last night." "Mom," I had no idea what was going to come out, but she continued... "It's nice to finally meet you..." She winked, "Tommy, or should I call you my Valentine?" she sighed, "Or do you prefer Mamasboy94?" "Oh God, mom!" I blurted out, "I...I am so sorry! I...didn't know it was you!" "But you wanted it to be, didn't you?" She asked. I was so humiliated I tried to stand up; planning on running out of the room like a little kid afraid of being yelled at, but mom caught my hand had pulled me back to the bed. "Don't be upset, honey, let's talk about this." "I...I don't know what to say" "Really?" Mom drew her knee up and turned sideways on the bed to face me, she straightened her leg out next to me and even under duress I caught myself looking at her leg and her soft white upper thigh. "That's odd because Tommy always knew what to say." She was still holding my hand and gave it a squeeze. "Tommy was a dirty boy wasn't he? And not shy about telling his mom what he wanted." "Mom, please, I..." "No, my sexy online son knew just what he wanted from his nasty mother and he was such a good boy he always got it, didn't he?" I stared helplessly at her as she went on softly. "He got everything his slutty mom, Debra, could give him. Know why? Because not only was he dirty, but he was so sweet and talked as much about loving his mom as he did fucking her." She sighed, "So why so shy now, baby? Are you disappointed I'm your real mom?" "Yes, I mean no! I mean...I...Like I said I didn't know it was you!" "And like I said it doesn't matter because Debra asked you yesterday morning if you wanted your real mom and you said yes, in great detail! So you can say you didn't know it was me talking to you from the next room, but you can't deny you want me in every way. Now can you?" "Mom," I said quietly, "I am so sorry! I...I don't know why I've been thinking like that and..." I was silenced by mom putting her finger to my lips "Shhh," she smiled, "Easy, baby, do I look mad? I think I look playful, don't you?" "I, um..." "Yes or no honey, does your mom look good for you tonight? I wanted to be sexy for my son." Mom let my hand go and raising her arms over her head gave a little shake causing her tits to bounce, "You like?" "You look...so good." I finished softly. "Thank you! So do you! In guys its less is more and I love that look! Hmm you looked so sexy last night!" "Mom, you...you don't have to try to play along anymore, you caught me and..." "Honey, I caught you two weeks ago." "What?" I exclaimed Mom reached into my lap and taking my hands in hers gave them a reassuring squeeze. "Honey, just listen to me, okay? We've wasted enough time dodging our feelings and denying ourselves what we really want." "We...?" My eyes widened. "Honey, you're so flustered you're missing something. If you're Tommy, I'm Debra. I joined that site two weeks before you." "I...wow!" I sounded like a fool now, but mom laughed. "Okay that's better than I'm sorry. Sean I...I don't know how it started, but all I know is a couple of months ago I started seeing you in a different way, like a young man and not my son. You're sweet, you care about me, and you love me." "I'm not sure where it came from, but I had a dirty dream about you. I woke up mad at myself, but at the same time I was so wet and horny, but wouldn't get off because it would be to you." "Those dreams were happening every night. Sometimes we fucked like porn stars other times you were my sweet lover. I had to give in and started playing with myself, coming to the thought of my son between my legs." " I started trying to make you look at me, wore sexier clothes, got closer to you, made some off color remarks and sometimes I thought you were looking, but I wasn't sure and if I tried something and you weren't into it I was afraid I would upset you and you would move out!" "I would never leave you mom." I promised. "Someday you will. You'll meet that pretty girl who'll take you from me." She sighed, "Unless I could be that pretty girl, give you everything, the love of a mother and the love of a woman. So when you weren't dating I tried harder, but...again I couldn't say anything." "So I read incest stories online and watched those silly make believe videos and then I found that site. I signed up and almost quit because the first couple of weeks all I met were creeps. Guys my age pretending to be younger to just hook up or kids who couldn't put two sentences together." "I knew they weren't as into it as I was and then one night I see this sexy little picture and send mamasboy94 a message and honey; you were saying everything I wanted to hear! So hot! Not just someone saying it to me, but me getting to tell my son what I wanted to do! I thought of Tommy every day, woke up and went to bed getting off to you! I so wanted to meet you!" "H...how did you know it was me?" "A few things. First your site pic. I saved it and used my photo shop to blow it up because, well, I wanted to have something better to look at." "But my face wasn't in it." "Baby, no one knows their child's body better than their mother." Mom traced the scar on my stomach just over my shorts. "You got this that time you were running with a glass and fell on it when you were ten." Her finger slid across my stomach sending a hill through me. She stopped at the birthmark just over my left hip, "And this." "But I said, no, it couldn't be. Then I started asking you what time you would be around and what you were doing for the day and everything matched, so two weeks ago I knew for sure and thought about stopping. But then it hit me; you were telling me about how bad you wanted me. Some people are there because it's just a fun fantasy others because they really want to, so I made sure I asked and I was so happy when you said you wanted me!" "I do." I said and leaning over kissed her cheek, "Mom, you're so beautiful." To my surprise mom blushed and lowering her head peered up at me through her long lashes with her big brown eyes, "That is so sweet! And honey, every time you said something like that to Debra I wanted to get off the computer and run into your room and just...take you." "Take me?" "I wanted to so bad, but I still wondered if you really would. Then yesterday morning we talked about things and you said wanted to love me as much as fuck me and honey, that answer was so perfect!" She took my hand and placed it on her thigh. "I almost came into your room then and there. But I wanted to do our little show first, see if I could go through with it. I figured if I could get up the nerve to show you my pussy like that then it would be easier to be with you tonight." She gave me a shy smile that made her smile back, "And seeing today was Valentine's Day I figured it would be kind of special." She laughed, "Wow, I've been on that site to long!" "I really want to, Mom, but like you just said that site's not supposed to be stuff that really happens and..." I was again silenced by her finger. "Baby, I told you all that so you would feel okay about this, so you would know your mother wants you as bad as you want her. And everything else we have already said." Mom took my face in her hands and I could feel her fingers trembling. Her eyes were wide and she gave me a nervous smile. Seeing her show signs of being nervousness caused me to relax and I lightly caressed her soft thigh feeling my own fingers shaking as my hand came into contact with the edge of her shorts. Honey, remember when you were young and you would always give me something for Valentine's Day?" "Yeah, chocolates, and some cheesy homemade card." I nodded. "And I loved them, but know what I loved most?" she asked, her smile widening, "That kiss you always gave me, and it was on the lips because you were young and it didn't matter and you would say "happy Valentine's day Mommy! I love you!" "I remember." I rolled my eyes, "Little kid stuff." "Well tonight that little kid is a very good looking young man and its Valentine's Day." The nervous look returned and taking a deep breath she whispered, "Sean, would you like to kiss your mother?" "I would love to kiss my beautiful mother." I replied, my voice barely audible. Mom pulled me towards her and closing her eyes, parted her red lips and remained there, awaiting that not so sweet Valentine's kiss from her son who was well old enough to know better than to kiss her like that, but at this point no longer cared about what I was supposed to do. Besides, wasn't a son supposed to make his mom happy? I closed my eyes and pressing my lips gently to hers, moaned softly as months of fantasy became reality. Mom whimpered softly in her throat as her lips moved against mine. She was working her mouth back and forth, teasing me with her soft lips. Her hands left my face and slid down my arms. Mom kissed me harder; her hands moving up and down my arms. I returned her kiss eagerly, my lips now pushing more forcefully against hers. Mom put her arms around my neck, drawing me closer and slipping my arms around her waist, I pulled her tightly against me. Mom moaned deep in her throat as her breasts were crushed to my chest. I could feel her hard nipples poking into me through the top and sliding my hands beneath it I rubbed her back as we kissed, my hands roamed across her soft smooth back as she ran her fingers roughly through my hair. Mom's tongue darted out, flicking playfully across my lips before slipping into my mouth. I eagerly accepted it and caressed it with my own. Mom was breathing heavy and I was conscious of her grinding her crotch against my thigh. Her lace shorts were soaked through and I could feel the wet heat of her pussy through them. Mom's kiss became more forceful, her mouth now devouring mine. She was sliding side to side, working her nipples across my chest and removing my hands from beneath her top and taking a chance; I grabbed the edges of it and pulled it up her sides. Mom removed her lips from mine and leaning back put her arms up for me to remove her top. "You ready to see mom's tits in person, baby?" she asked, breathlessly, "Because I so want to show them to you!" I hesitated and she moaned, "Please take my top off, undress your mother!" Her words sent a shiver through me and I quickly pulled her top over her head and tossing it to the floor took in the sight of my mother's bare breasts. "Oh my God," I whispered. Mom's tits had looked good on the cam last night, but nothing compared to how they looked not two feet in front of me. They were bigger than I had imagined and those perfect pale pink nipples were hard and pointing at her lust filled son, Mom was breathing hard and I watched as her milky white globes rose and fell. Mom cupped them and lifting them up, showed them off to me as she had last night. "You like your mom's tits, baby?" She breathed as she stroked her nipples. In addition to her heavy breathing, mom's face was flushed and I noticed she was beginning to sweat. Her big brown eyes were bright and filled with passion as she showed her tits off to her son. "They're fucking incredible!" "Then why aren't you playing with them?" she asked as she moved her thumbs and lifted them towards me again. Why the hell wasn't I? I placed my hands above hers and gave them a squeeze. I was amazed at how soft, yet firm they were and her nipples were poking into my palms. I worked my hands back and forth and mom moaned as they caressed her swollen pink nubs. I was breathing as hard as Mom and filled with a dreamlike feeling, was I really playing with my mother's tits? "My nipples, baby, play with them!" She moaned. I took them between my fingers and rolled them causing mom to groan and grab me by the back of my head, pulling me into another hard kiss. This time her tongue drove into my mouth as her lips smothered mine and she whimpered as I gave her nipples a light pinch and as she had done last night tugged on them, gently pulling on her hard flesh. Mom's hand moved to my chest rubbing it while we kissed. I shifted my hands so I was now holding her tits up while using my thumbs on her nipples and I was amazed at how heavy they were. Mom swung her other leg up from the floor and lifting the one next to me wrapped them around my waist. The feeling of her soft thighs around my waist was incredible, but not as good as the feeling of her crotch against mine when she slid up against me. She rocked her hips, rubbing up against the bulge of my aching cock. Mom's lips slid from mine and easing back she caught me by surprise, pulling my head roughly down into her left tit. "Suck it!" she moaned, "Suck on your mother's tit!" I didn't need to be told twice. I swirled my tongue quickly around her swollen nub before sucking it into my mouth. "Oh, honey! That feels so good! I can't believe I'm letting my son suck on my tits!" she groaned when I switched to sucking the other nipple, "And I'm going to let you suck my pussy, my ass, anything you want, baby! Mommy is all yours!" I moaned as much at her words as the thrill of my face being buried in my mother's huge tits. Mom's hand dropped between us and I gasped when she unsnapped my shorts. "And this cock belongs to me, doesn't it?" "Oh, yes." I groaned when she pulled my zipper down. "Ohh, no underwear!" she purred as her fingers slid into my shorts. My only answer was a pathetic sounding whimper when mom wrapped her fingers around my cock. "You are so fucking hard for me!" "I've been hard for you for months." I managed to get out as she slowly pumped my cock. I was still turned sideways with my feet on the floor and mom could only stroke half the length of my cock. I pumped my hips as I sucked her nipple, trying to get her hand as far down as I could. Mom gave my cock a hard squeeze and I groaned at the feeling of my precum squirting out. "Stand up!" Mom said, sliding back from me. I was disappointed to have her nipples removed from my face, but had a feeling I was in for something better and quickly stood up. Mom turned so she was now back to sitting on the side of the bed and with an abrupt yank, pulled my shorts down and let them fall to the floor. My trapped cock sprang free and mom immediately grabbed it and squeezed again. "Look at this cock! Even better in person," he cooed, "My naughty son has a beautiful cock doesn't he?" "All for you." I moaned as I stood naked before my mother who looked damn good sitting there in just the tight little shorts. "Well in that case I think I'll take it." Mom replied and with no hesitation took my cock into her mouth "Oh fuck!" I groaned as my mother took my cock halfway down, and held it there. She wrapped her red lips tightly to my shaft and bobbed her head slowly. I moaned at the feeling of her soft tongue caressing my hard shaft as well as the dream come true of seeing my cock buried in my mother's mouth, "Hmm" Mom groaned around my cock and opening wide took my full length down her throat. "Oh, mom!" I gasped, grabbing her shoulders as she shook her head back and forth, working my cock around her hot wet mouth "Oh that feels good!" "Hmm-mm" she agreed as she slipped my cock from between her lips. Looking up at me with her big brown eyes, mom opened her mouth and let a long trail of my pre cum mixed with her spit drool from her tongue down onto my cock. She stroked my now slick cock slowly as she made a show of running her tongue around the purple tip and my knees began to shake. Mom quickly took me back into her mouth and made a wet sucking sound as she cleaned the spit from my cock. She bobbed her head faster than before and this time taking me almost all the way down each time she lowered her mouth on me. She released my cock and this time spit directly on it. "You like that?" she asked, "You like your mom giving you a nice sloppy blow job?" "I...I like it all." I answered. "Good because so do I!" Mom pressed my cock against my stomach and I cried out when she sucked my balls into her mouth. My hands went from her shoulders to her hair and she moaned when I wrapped my fingers in it. She proceeded to suck each of my balls gently into her mouth, then swirled her tongue across them. I released her hair and grabbing her nipples, teased them with my fingers. Mom sighed softly as she continued to bathe my balls with her tongue while slowly pumping my cock. Growing bolder I let her right nipple go and sliding my hand down her stomach reached between her legs. I gasped at how wet the crotch of her shorts were and mom whimpered, "Oh, yes, rub that pussy!" I pressed my fingers against the material and moved them up and down. I could feel them spreading her lips beneath the shorts and mom's hips moved into my hand. She ran her tongue up the length of my shaft and taking me back into her mouth moved her head slowly this time. I whimpered as she worked her lips down my shaft inch by teasing inch and responded to her mouth by rubbing her pussy faster. I moved my finger higher and mom squealed around my cock when I hit her clit and her hips jerked. Mom removed my cock with a loud slurping sound, pulling a long trail of spit from her mouth and saying, "I promise I'll suck my son's big hard dick some more later, suck you off right in my mouth, but right now baby? You need to fuck me!" She lay back on the bed and lifting her legs straight up, raised her hips from the bed. She pushed the shorts down over her hips and grabbing the sides of them I pulled them up her long legs and tossed them on the floor. "Like the view?" Mom asked. "Damn, that's hot." I whispered as I took in the sight of her meaty pussy framed by her soft white thighs. Mom beckoned me closer and I stepped up between her legs, my cock twitching over her stomach. Mom put her feet on my shoulders and grabbing my cock and shoved it between her legs. I moaned as she ran the tip of my cock through her soft wet lips, getting me slick with her juices. "I...I thought we would play more first, but I've waited too long for this! Honey, I want you inside me!" She guided my cock to the entrance of her wet slit and thrust her hips. I cried out as my cock sank a couple of inches inside her. "Come on, baby! Fuck me! Give you mother what she needs; her son's cock!" Spurred on by her words I thrust my hips and moaned as my cock slipped inside and was embraced by my mother's forbidden heat. "Oh God!" Mom gasped, "Honey, you are not small are you! Oh...easy" she groaned, "Nice and easy, it's been awhile since your mommy had nice hard cock in her naughty pussy." My cock was buried to the hilt inside her hot pussy and with a soft moan I eased it out until just the tip was inside then whimpered as I teased myself by easing it back in. "Oh mom you feel so good!" I said as I pushed my cock through her not just sopping wet, but very tight pussy. "So do you, Sean!" She moaned, "I can't believe I have my son's cock inside me! I love it! Go ahead honey, a little faster!" I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her legs up and thrust my hips, pumping my now glistening cock faster. Mom moaned and grabbing her tits pulled on her nipples as she had done for the camera last night. 'That feels amazing!" she purred, "My baby feels good inside me! How's mommy's pussy feel honey, you like her?" "I love it!" I moaned, "I can't believe I'm fucking you!" "Fucking me? Trust me, honey, you're not fucking this pussy yet, right now you're just warming up." I thrust harder into her and she moaned in approval, "That's it, baby, a little harder." I was now fucking her in a steady rhythm using long strokes that felt fucking amazing, Mom seemed to agree, emitting small yelps each time my cock thrust inside her. I looked down and stared, transfixed by the site of my wet cock sliding in and out of my mother's pink pussy. Mom moaned louder and my gaze wandered up to the equally erotic visual of her playing with her nipples. "Baby, Will you do something for me?" "Anything." She moved her foot from my shoulder and placed her toes against my lips, "Suck on my toes while you fuck me!" she giggled, "Mommy likes her feet licked." I'd seen stuff like that in the movies, but never had any interest in a girl's toes. These however, weren't any girl's toes these were my mother's and there was not a part of my mother's body I wouldn't put in my mouth. I sucked two of her toes into my mouth and smiled around tem when she giggled. That giggle turned into a low moan when I swirled my tongue around the tips of her toes then proceeded to work it between each of them. Mom sighed happily as I sucked each toe individually and when I was done caused her to groan loudly when I lifted her foot and licked the bottom of it from heel to toe. "Oh, that is so hot! Lick the other one!" She shoved the other foot in front of me and I obediently licked the sole of her foot. Mom giggled as I worked my way to her toes and sucked on them. The fact it was driving mom wild did it for me and gave me something to focus on other than how fucking good her pussy felt. I was had slowed up; trying to enjoy fucking her for as long as I could. As it was I surprised I hadn't cum yet especially with her working me with her mouth first. "Hmm, I like that, honey! Love you licking my toes. Tell you what when we settle down and get to where we can take our time playing, mommy's going to give you a nice foot job! Jerk you off with my pretty feet and let you cum all over them! How's that?" "Settle down?" I asked "Yes, baby when we've fucked enough that we can relax and have fun! You don't think this is a onetime thing do you?" "I...hope not!" I moaned as she worked her hips in time with mine, thrusting me harder inside her. "Oh, honey, your nasty mom has plans for you! I am going to take such good care of you that you'll never want another woman! The only pussy I want you to want is mine!" "It already is." I told her and unable to help it fucked her faster. "Oh, I love that!" she moaned and tugged on her nipples. Moving her feet back to my shoulders, mom whispered, "Put your thumb on my clit, baby, make mommy cum on her son's cock!" I placed my right thumb on her hard button and rubbed in fast hard circles, causing mom to moan and move her hips faster. "Fuck me harder!" She gasped, "Nice and deep, baby! Give it to me!" 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The three of us lay on the bed naked having just fucked daisy-chain style and Paul had said he had a "proposition" for us. I was intrigued so said "Go on, what proposition?" "How about you get some breakfast done and I tell you then, unless you're up for another go?" Paul said. He was playing with his cock which had started to harden again. It looked tempting but after having cum three times in a couple of hours there was no way I could muster up another load or even get hard. My ass could be fucked again but I figured Paul would like something in return. "Easy there tiger. Three loads already this morning, I need to replenish. I'll get breakfast organised." Billy agreed and said he would grab a shower while I cooked. We both bounced off the bed leaving Paul slowly stroking his now rock hard cock. While I was cooking breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausages and beans, Paul joined me in the kitchen just wearing his tight shorts that hardly contained his semi hard cock and started telling me his "proposition". Turned out, he had started his own bricklaying business a couple of years previous and it had been quite successful. He wanted to expand into the South of the country and wondered if a) I was up for investing; and/or b) I was interested in managing the new office. He already had two bricklayers working for him who were interested in moving down South. Seemed they were both originally from London but had moved up North for work and were now eager to get back, and Paul had already got the first project lined up for them. I didn't know anything about the bricklaying trade which I told him, but Paul was more interested in me managing the office, scheduling and allocating the workload, looking after the accounts and eventually employing more staff if the new office was successful. My job at that point had lost all interest and appeal for me so I thought "why the hell not" and said I would invest and be manager, provided we could employ Billy. I wasn't sure if Billy would be interested but at least it would get him out of the house, and by mingling with colleagues and customers, it would start to develop his interaction skills. Paul was all up for it, but added he couldn't pay Billy much due to his inexperience and age. I said that was OK, it would be a shitload more than he was getting on jobseekers allowance. At that point Billy came into the kitchen wearing just a towel around his waist, and I served up our breakfasts. While eating we all discussed the proposition, Billy seeming a little hesitant at first but then getting enthusiastic when it became clear he would be getting paid for working as an apprentice, learning a skilled trade and working partly with me. The rest of the weekend flew by, consisting of eating, fucking, pissing, lots of cum, and sleep. On Sunday evening Paul drove back up North, and just over a month later he was back ready to show us the new office which was only 15 minutes drive away from where we lived. We were also going to meet Dan and Alex, the two guys he had mentioned when telling us his idea. The office itself was nothing special just a typical builders yard office - it had a couple of desks, filing cabinets, two computers, printer. There was a small yard to park the van and a separate kitchen and shower and toilet room at the far end of the yard. But the two guys were something else, both the epitome of straight builders. Dan was in his late 20's, about 5'6", a mop of brown hair that looked like he hadn't combed it for months, blue eyes, slightly bucked teeth, but when he smiled his whole face lit up. His body looked solid with a little belly fat. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and grey loose fitting flannel shorts that hung down to his knees. When he walked over to shake my hand I could see his cock bouncing as he walked. I guessed he was going commando and the outline of his soft cock looked like he had a nice piece of meat. Alex was in his early 30's, stood about 6', dark close cropped hair and beard, beautiful brown eyes. He was wearing a low cut white t-shirt that showed off the hair on the top of his chest and bright green hi-vis long pants. I could see the waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear peeking over the waistband of the pants. The pants gave nothing away about his package or ass but fuck me, the guy was hot. After we had chatted for awhile and got to know each other a bit better, Dan and Alex left. We organised to meet up back at the office on monday morning so they could take Billy with them on the first project that was lined up, and start showing him the ropes. Billy and me started quizzing Paul about the two guys - were they gay, had he fucked either or both. Paul said he had no idea about their personal lives or if they were gay, all he knew was they had shared a flat together up north, and were good at their jobs. He told us to feel free to investigate but not on company time. "How about we christen the office before I head back up North?" Paul said, unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He was going commando too, his hard dripping cock stood straight out in front of him. I wasted no time, pulling the back of my shorts down exposing my ass, and bending over one of the desks. "Get that hard cock in my cunt Paul. I prepared earlier and lubed up my ass so you should be able to ram it in." Billy got on the floor under me, freed his cock from his pants and started sucking on my hard cock meat and playing with my balls. Paul lined up his cock head with my hole then started rubbing my hole with his cock, teasing me, getting me hot and hornier. After a couple of minutes I yelled "Fuck me you bastard, get that fucking cock inside me and FUCK ME!" With that Paul rammed his cock all the way inside my fuck chute till his balls were nestled against my ass cheeks, then started to pound me hard, each forward thrust pushing my cock deeper into Billy's hot mouth. "Fuck your ass is hungry, it swallowed my cock" he said. He fucked me hard and fast, banging my ass over and over for about 10 minutes. Then he rammed his cock deep inside me and started pumping his spunk into my guts. I could feel his warm seed filling my ass and dripping out of my hole where Billy caught it in his hand and proceeded to rub it over his rock hard dick. As Paul's cock started to pull out of my ass, a large dollop of his spunk leaked out and dropped onto Billy's cock. I pulled my cock out of Billy's mouth and squatted, lining up Billy's cock with my loose gaping cunt, then sat straight down plunging his huge cock balls deep into my slick and spunked-up cunt. I rode his cock hard as he wanked my cock, until I felt his cock start to unload his cum in me, then I shot my load all over his shirt. Afterwards as Billy and I drove home, Paul having left to go back up North, the smell of cum on Billy's shirt and my ass leaking cum into my pants, I said "You will be with Dan and Alex the most so it's up to you to find out what you can. And if they are team players, I'd prefer you not to let them into your ass when I'm not around." "Spoil sport" he replied. "But OK, agreed. The way Dan's cock bounced around in his shorts looked like it could be a nice fuck toy to play with though." "Well if they do bat for our side, I'm sure you will be able to get his cock in your ass, but I want to be at least watching." "Fuck dad, that would be so hot. Me getting spit roasted by them while you're spying on us." He got his hard cock out of his pants and started wanking while I drove us home. As he started to cum, I put my hand over so he could unload his seed into my palm, then I greedily lapped it up as I drove, eagerly swallowing his hot boy juice. It was less than a week later, late in the day when the three of them returned to the office after finishing up. Billy almost ran into the office from the car while the other two headed for shower room. "Bingo" he said as he ran inside the office. I raised a quizzical eyebrow at him and asked him to explain. It seemed he had been teasing both guys all week, getting his cock hard while working or pulling his shorts low on his hips and showing off his ass crack as he was bending down or squatting on his heels. On this day, he had gone commando in his cutff denim shorts so when he got hard, his cock poked out the bottom. He'd seen both guys glancing at his cock, not saying anything but smirking at each other. Dan's cock had tented his work shorts quite openly, and Alex's bulge was clearly bigger in his hi-vis pants. "Dad, Dan is packing a huge cock. When we drove back all of us sat on the front bench seat of the van with me in the middle. Dan's cock was standing straight up tenting his shorts up so I could see his low hanging balls. I couldn't resist. I put my hand up the leg of his shorts and held his cock. It is fucking HUGE and thick. It was hot and throbbing. My cock was hard and sticking out the leg of my shorts, and Alex started fingering it just under the head where it's most sensitive. I almost shot my load but then we got back here. I wanna go join them in the shower room." He was fairly bursting with excitement. "Go go. Leave the door open so I can watch though." I kissed him and shoved him out the door with a slap on his bum. I watched as he walked to the shower room, stopping outside the door and looking inside, then looking back over his shoulder at me he dropped his pants and entered the room. I gave them a few minutes to get things started then quietly walked over to the doorway. Billy had left the door partly open so I could get a good view of what was going on. He was naked on his back on some towels on the floor, with his legs being held high and wide in the air by Dan. Alex was naked and reverse straddled across Billy's body so his hairy ass was in Billy's face. Billy had parted Alex's firm looking ass cheeks and was licking the pert little brown rosebud of a hole, occasionally pushing his tongue inside Alex. I could just make out Alex's hard cock pressed between them - it looked thick and fat but not very long. But when I turned my attention to Dan I was stunned. Billy was right - Dan's cock was enormous! Hard, thick, cut with low hanging balls and neatly trimmed pubes - he must have been easily 9" or more. There was a slight upward curve to his cock and it was wet from spit or precum or both. His body was hairless and he had a little tummy fat, but fuck me he was hot. Lucky Billy boy I thought - he is gonna get impaled on that huge cock. "You're a fucking tease aren't you Billy" Dan said. "Teasing us all week, showing us your ass crack and staring at our cocks. You've been dying for this cock up your pussy haven't you? Hope you've been fucked before boy 'cos I ain't gonna be gentle, you fucking slut." With that I watched as Dan positioned his enormous cut cock head at Billy's hole then push forward sinking his cock balls deep into Billy's cunt in one go. He didn't stop to give Billy a chance to get used to the massive piece of hard cock meat inside his ass, but started power fucking my boy straight away. He fucked Billy so hard, I could hear his balls slapping against Billy's ass with each thrust. Alex repositioned himself and shoved his hard uncut cock into Billy's mouth and started fucking his face as Dan continued to bang Billy's ass. I knew my boy - he would be over the fucking moon being dicked at both ends. My cock was hard and leaking into my pants, getting them soaked from inside. It was hard for me to watch my boy getting spit roasted by two virtual strangers but I wasn't going to stop his fun. I loved him and wanted him to be happy and if that meant random cock, so be it. He was young and needed to experience lots of cock and ass fucking. Alex was first to cum shoving his cock deep into Billy's mouth and unloading his balls. As he finished and pulled his cock out of Billy's mouth, a bubble of cum gathered at his piss slit which Billy eagerly licked up. Just then Dan yelled "I'm gonna cum slut, am gonna fill your cock hungry pussy with my jizz. FUCK, FUCK ... take it you slut!" He rammed his cock inside Billy and stopped pounding. I could see his balls pumping the jizz into my boy's fuck chute for what seemed a long time, I'm guessing 7 or 8 huge squirts of juice going into my boy's ass. After a few minutes Dan started to pull his cock out of Billy's cunt. It was so fucking hot watching that huge piece of cock meat slowly come out of Billy's ass covered in cum and ass juices. Dan stood up, turned towards me in the doorway, and said "Hope you enjoyed watching us fuck your boy, boss man. You wanna get over here and clean my cock?"	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Ch5: Out and About A quick click, which brought both Palmer and Apex to attention, ears perked, was followed by a thunderous clamor as the door swung open and their friends began to pour into the room. Palmer jumped to his feet, his heart pounding as Orion's boisterous voice arrested his attention and the rest of their party filed in. "What sort of competition is it where none of us place?" said Orion loudly. "The judges must have been messed up in the head to be giving out scores like that. Relic here was out of placing range with, like, six more runs left. They must have been against us from the start!" Dante rolled his eyes as he toke off his hat and tossed it on the bed, "You think everyone's against us. The judges weren't cheating us. We just weren't as on our game today." "Actually, I think I'll side with Orion. There was clearly a vast conspiracy to keep me from winning." Dante raised a disapproving eyebrow, but was met only by a mischievous grin on Relic's part as he leaned his board up against the wall. "Anyway, how are you doing over there Apex?" inquired Dante. "They got you all patched up and taken care of right?" Autumn's concerned voice came from the doorway as she moved into the room having been pulling up the rear. Everyone's attention turned to Apex, taking little notice of Palmer as they crowded around the bed. "They got me as patched up as I could get, I suppose." Apex sat up and looked himself over. "It really wasn't as bad as it looked. Just a few cuts and a lot of bruising. Nothing was broken. I'll be sore for awhile I'm sure, but other than that I'll be fine." "That's good to hear." Autumn rested her paw on her bosom, giving Apex a concerned, though somewhat relieved look. "Hey, aren't you guys back a bit early?" Apex takes on a rather questioning expression as his gaze bounces between his friends. "The competition can't be over already." "No, you're right," explained Dante. "After Relic's run knocked him out of the running-" "Which was complete crap!" said Orion, catching a look from Dante for the interruption. "We decided we'd just find out about the results later as we wanted to check up on you to see how you were doing." continued Dante. "By the way I'm glad to see you're doing better, you looked pretty banged up out there in the snow, and we were really worried about you." "I bet I did. The fall knocked me unconscious and my nose took quite a hit." he looks down his muzzle and lightly touched his black nose, wincing. "The nurse gave me some pain killers and they've helped a lot." "Are you going to dinner with us?" jumped in Relic. "DJ Tek Fox is going to be there, you don't want to miss it do you?" Apex sat silent for a moment, examining Relic's eager features, made curious by the unusual excitement in his voice. "No I'll come. I'm not too banged up to sit." Apex gave a light chuckle which seemed to put everyone at ease. "We've got some time before we need to go so I guess everyone can just do whatever till then." "Where are we going again?" Apex searched his friend's faces until Autumn offered up the answer. "It's called BG's shrimp house. Nikki, the female husky that works the desk most of the time suggested it to us the first year we were here and we've gone back every year since. Just about everything on the menu is wonderful." "Well, I was hoping for a place where everything was wonderful, but I guess that will have to do." Apex tried to feign innocence as a mischievous grin crept across his slightly tattered face. "You better watch that sassy attitude of yours. I wouldn't want to have to take advantage of your weakened condition," said Autumn between giggles. "Heh, alright, I'll be good." Relic, clearly tired, plopped down onto the bed alongside Apex and retrieved his sketch book from his bag. He began drawing as Orion's tail flicked about behind him. Simply rolling his eyes at their conversation, Orion held his paws on his waist and eyed Apex and Autumn with a bored and slightly agitated expression. Palmer, on the other paw, was listening attentively throughout the exchange. "You guys can all keep doing whatever it is you're doing. I'm going to shower." As Orion rummaged through his suitcase looking for various grooming products, the others agreed that cleaning up before dinner sounded like a good idea. Both Palmer and Autumn excused themselves, giving their goodbyes to everyone before returning to their respective rooms. Apex, with an arm covering his eyes, returned to his convalescence as he waited for Orion to get out of the shower. Relic sat with Apex, back against the headboard, continuing his artistic endeavors in silence. As Apex lay there, trying futilely to prevent putting pressure on any of his many bruises, a thought occurred to him and he removed his arm to scan room. "Where did Dante go?" "Uh, I think he left with Autumn and Palmer." Relic looked up from his drawings and tried to recall exactly what had transpired. "Did he actually leave with them, or what was he doing?" Relic just shrugged. Apex ruminated on this curious development as he lay back down. Finding resting more rewarding then worrying, he resigned himself to it with eyes shut and paws folded across his chest. The sounds of dripping fur, the shuffling of paws on carpet, and the rough rubbing of towels over fur drifted across Apex's consciousness as he lay half asleep. "Do you want to jump in there?" asked Relic. "What?" returned Apex, blinking his eyes groggily and sitting up. "I said, do you want to shower now? I started this drawing and I want to finish before I do anything else." "Yeah, I can do that." Apex ascended slowly off the bed, sighing and grimacing from the fatigue and soreness. Once up, he grabbed his bag and pulled out a change of clothes. Articles in paw, he stepped past a dripping, towel-wearing Orion and into the steamy bathroom. Closing the door behind him, Apex peered at his reflection in the large, clouded mirror. He reached out a paw and wiped a large section of it clean of condensation. Lifting his muzzle up and to the left, and then to the right, he sifted through his white fur, looking for signs of damage. Crossing his arms and grasping at the bottom of his shirt he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. Again his paws slowly sifted through the soft fur on his firm chest and tummy. He continued the inspection, moving to his upper chest and shoulders, and found them bespeckled with discolorations. He winced slightly as he pressed on one of the larger marks. "Ugh, I hate being all banged up and sore." He stretched his muscular, fuzzy frame as he moved to the shower. Reaching through the curtains, he turned the water on and a steamy cloud began to form. Returning to the mirror, he slid his ruffled pants and undergarments down his legs and kicked them into a corner. He examined his toned, naked, and somewhat battered furry frame in the mirror. With paws resting on his hips, he twisted and turned his body, occasionally sifting through patches of fur, watching in the mirror to see if he was hurt anywhere else. Turning fully around, he hiked up his large, fluffy tail and examined his posterior as his paws slid through the soft white fur covering his rump. Unable to discover any new injuries, he gave up the search and hopped into the shower. Despite that Orion consistently felt the need to harass him for it, Apex had brought along his fluffy loofa. Holding the loofa under the stream of water, he stared blankly at it. I can't ever seem to remember what these things are called. Apex dripped some of the body wash into the loofa and stuck it back under the shower. As he squeezed it in his strong paw, watching the soap foam and envelope his wet paw, he gently rubbed the soapy poof over his shoulders and into his fur. His motions were slow and light so as not to press into any of his bruises. As the water rained down upon his back, he runs the poof across his muscular chest and stomach, his thoughts wandering back to the fall. It was a hard trick, but I've done it before and I really should have nailed it. Probably would have taken first too if I had. I didn't have as much practice as I usually do, but that's a weak excuse, I should have had it. Oh well, at least I had Palmer there to help me back. The soap lathered across his chest fur flowed down his tummy and over the rim of his sheath as Apex tried to wash away the day's tribulations. The lather ran a path down the sides of his sheath and over his fursac, dripping slowly from its ample underside, his muscles relaxing as the warm water flowed through his fur. Cupping his fursac and sheath, Apex ran the soft poof over them again and again, a relaxed grin working its way across his muzzle as his thoughts began to drift. With a long sigh, he leaned against the shower wall and replaced the soapy poof with his with water-soak paw. Lost in pleasant fantasy, his paw ran the length of his sheath again and again, a low rumbling forming in Apex's chest. As steamy streams of water poured down his fur, he lifted his muzzle up and back as his paw tugged down on his sheath, his hardening tip pressing out from inside it. He stroked along his red member as it grew steadily into his paw, his previous rumbles turned into deep sighs. Pawing along the length of his sizable member, he gave a little moan as he tugged his sheath down and exposed his swollen knot. He tightly gripped a paw around his bulging knot as the other slid rhythmically along his shaft with more vigor, his head tilted to one side and his cheeks flushed. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle and his eyes were tightly shut as waves of pleasure washed over him. As his heart began to race and his breathing turned to pants, a loud rapping on the door sent a surge of adrenaline through his body and his eyes shot open. "You're going to use up all the hot water!" came Orion's muffled voice through the door. The sudden shock had the unfortunate effect of causing his foxhood to wilt, and he let out a few frustrated and disappointed whimpers. Sighing at the lost moment, Apex washed the last of the soap from his fur and tossed the poof onto the drain as he shut off the water. The stream of water subsided suddenly, leaving only a trickle continuing to run from the head. Apex's fur likewise leaked excess water from its fuzzy depths as he stood there for a moment, still disgruntled. He made sure the shower curtain was closed before shaking himself furiously back and forth, ripping the water from his fur and drenching the inside of the shower. Feeling a suitable amount of water has been extricated from his coat he stepped out of the shower and continued drying off with a towel off the rack. After a rather thorough rubbing with the towel, he grabbed the rather hefty blow dryer out of its wall perch and flipped the switch. As the burst of warm air hit his face his eyes closed and he gave a wide smile, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the heated air whipping through his fur. After several minutes of drying he shut off the blow-dryer, taking a moment to look at his rather flustered appearance in the mirror before throwing on his clean undergarments and pants. Tonight's going to be sweet. I didn't think Tek Fox would come and hang out, I should have figured he's just cool like that. Apex stared rather blankly ahead into the mirror as he considers the night ahead. I should think of something insightful to ask him, it's not every day I get to talk to famous guys like this. I wonder who won the competition. Maybe Tek Fox will know. He was probably there for the whole thing. Heh, I wonder if he snowboards too. With his previous outfit under his arm, fresh shirt thrown over his shoulder, and a brush in paw he exited the steamy bathroom and into the chilly bedroom. Relic looked up as Apex gave a slight shiver at the sudden change of temperature. Arms crossed, he looked over to Orion who was lying on the bed. "You could let a guy enjoy a long shower after the day I've had. It's not like I was in there that long." Orion merely shrugged, and Apex rolled his eyes over to Relic who, seeing that the shower was free, moved off the bed in search of his own bag. As Relic burrowed through his bag in search of toiletries, Apex sat on his bed and silently ran the firm bristles of his brush through his puffy fur. He moved the brush through his fur in long, deep sweeps from the top of his chest to the bottom of his tummy. Once he tamed his front side he attended to his arms and back, ending with a few passes over his ears and tuft. With his fur suitably groomed, Apex put his shirt on before reclining into a pillow. As the bathroom door closed behind Relic, the bedroom's door swung open producing their missing comrade. "So where have you been?" asked Apex, giving a pleasant, though incredulous look. "What, do I need Foxie clearance before leaving you guys alone?" returned an amiably defiant Dante. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," returned Apex with a slight scowl. "So where were you?" "I went up to see if Aryana wanted to come to dinner with us." "What did she say?" "That she just needed a few minutes to get ready, and then would come down and meet us in the lobby." "Cool, should be fun." "Hey, that's a good idea," chimed in Orion, who proceeded to just walk out of the room. "Did I miss something?" asked Dante, raising an eyebrow and looking behind him at the newly closed door. "If you did I did too, because I have no idea. I'm sure he went to do something, and that's as much as I want to think about it." "Heh heh, yeah, that's probably a good idea. Is everyone about ready here? We should probably be heading over there soon." "Should be, I just got out of the shower and Orion was in there before me. Given, I have no idea where he went or how long he'll be gone, but it's not like him to miss dinner, so I wouldn't worry. Relic just went in there, but he doesn't take long." "Oh I'm not worried. Besides, I still need to jump in there myself. As soon as I'm out and everyone gets back we'll go." Dante and Apex nod in agreement and go about their business while they waited for Relic and the rest. Soon Relic exited the bathroom, looking even thinner due to his wet fur, and Dante quickly took his place. As Relic ran a towel in-between his long ears Orion returned, a twinge of smugness on his muzzle. Apex relayed the plans to Orion who acknowledged them and continued readying himself while seeming lost in his own thoughts. Autumn and Palmer returned together having met coming down the stairs, and both took a seat on the bed with Apex. As they all conversed, Dante finished showering and made an effort to hurry his personal preparations. Once everyone was ready, they amassed their group and Apex led them out of the room and toward the lobby. Along the way they all chatted cheerfully, clearly feeling better after having the chance to cleaning up. Even Apex, despite his injuries, was quite jovial. As they entered the lobby, they were greeted by the exuberant waiving of Aryana, her fur shinning in the lobby's soft light. When she noticed them she rushed up to Dante and gave him a huge hug, then searched behind them expectantly. "Looking for something?" inquired Dante. "Yeah," replied Aryana, continuing her search. "Nikki was just here. Said she'd be back in a moment, just had to take care of something quick in the office." "Who's Nikki?" "Nikki is the cute husky who checked us in yesterday." said Orion to Dante as she walked out of the office then out from behind the front desk. "Hey, where's that Jackal I saw you last night with?" asked Apex of Relic. "I called and asked her when you were in the shower. Said she would come, but she already had made plans with some other of her friends. Said she could meet me after dinner, though." "That's good. Alright everyone, let's head out." Apex rallied his entourage and they filed out the front door. As they were going through the lodge's double front door, Dante hustled up to Apex "How did he get her?" whispered Dante. "I never saw him talk to her, and she clearly liked me better." questioned the incredulous Lynx. Apex returned with an amused and quizzical stare as they walked together at the head of their congregation. "What do you care anyway?" asked Apex with a chuckle. "You've got Aryana back there." "I know, but it's just the principle of the thing." "Shut up," laughed Apex as he pushed his friend back toward the female cougar. Downtown Breckenridge was teaming with crowds of people flowing up and down the brightly lit streets lined with countless food and souvenir shops. Their group talked and laughed as they weaved between others on their way. As they arrived at BG's Shrimp house, they were taken in by the unique décor. The entire exterior was made up to look like a ship, complete with lifesavers, masts, nets, and ropes. Waiting at the front door was not only DJ Tek Fox, but CP and Diana, all conversing genially amongst themselves as they waited. Apex and Relic called out to the three of them as they walked up to the door. "Brought quite a crowd with you I see. Trying to give the restaurants seating capacity a run for its money?" "Heh, no. Just found a lot of friends along the way I guess." returned Relic. "Hey," CP greeted them with a wave. "Tek told us he was going out to eat and asked if we wanted to come. Hope you don't mind." "No not a bit," replied Dante. "I was wondering if we'd catch you again while we were here." "This is Diana." CP turned and gestured to the shorter, White Wolf next to him. "We saw you in the snowboarding competition earlier," replied Apex this time, looking to the White Wolf. "Nice to meet you." She replied with a "Hi" and a bright, toothy smile as she waved. Nikki had had the foresight to call ahead, significantly lessening their wait time. Everyone stood huddled in a group talking for the ten minutes it took the staff to pull a couple of tables together, clean them off, and set them up. Their table already had water in festive, multi-colored plastic glasses at each seat, and as soon as everyone had taken their seat their bouncy and energetic koala waitress took their drink orders. Leaving them with an excessively cheery smile, their waitress was lost to the surrounding crowd and the group turned its attention to each other. "So who ended up winning anyway?" asked Apex, addressing Diana. "Um, it was that one fox with the white tipped-ears." replied Diana after thinking for a moment. "What?" came back Apex's incredulous reply. "That guy wasn't half as good as you were. How did he end up winning?" Diana blushed and dropped her muzzle a little as she replied, "Thanks. I was a bit off my game that last round. I think everyone was after that guy fell" "That was this guy here," said Dante, prodding Apex in the ribs. Surprise shot across Diana's face "That was you? I hope you're okay." Her expression quickly turned to concern as she scrutinized Apex. "Yeah I'm okay now. Rather banged up after it happened, but after seeing the nurse and resting a bit I'm a lot better, just bruised." "We were all worried that you had broken your neck or something. I'm glad you're okay." "Yeah," added Tek. "Of all the people to screw up, we thought you'd be the last. "Thanks, I guess." Apex gave Tek a bit of a sideways glance. "It's was my own fault, I should have made the landing." "Well, everyone was impressed all the same. Besides, better to miss your landing than break your neck right?" returned Tek, taking a drink from his water. "Guess you're right there," Apex grinned. "You did some great mixing out there, and from what I've heard off it, your new album is even better than the last." "Thanks a lot. It's great to hear that people enjoy what I make." "Yeah, Tek use to do room parties and shows at backwater bars," added CP. "Now that he's all famous and such he doesn't have time to hang out with us regular people." "Whatever," shot back Tek. "I'm here now aren't I? You're always too busy visiting your cooler friends to come see me." "Heh, It's all you, you hate us." "Yeah right," said Tek as he turned to Apex. "Don't listen to this guy. He's totally full of it." "I'll remember that," said Apex with a grin. "Hey, I was going to ask you, do you snowboard?" "No, but I am pretty good at skiing. I went snowboarding once or twice, but I kept falling down, and it never really felt natural like skiing does." "You should come with us tomorrow on the slopes. I'm sure we can teach you something," added Relic. "I'll stick with my skis, but I'll do some runs with you." "So who's this guy you brought with you?" inquired CP of Apex. "Oh, this is Palmer. He works with Nikki at the lodge." Apex motioned toward the Husky. "Hey, how's it going?" Palmer extended his paw over the table to CP. "I saw you and Diana at the party last night. It looked like you two were having a pretty good time." CP grinned. "Yeah, you guys put on a pretty good party. Free booze makes every party good." "Yeah, free booze is good." "Palmer has some great stories from the hotel. You should tell one of them," cut in Autumn, catching everyone's attention. Everyone turned from Autumn to Palmer, expectantly. "Um, alright, give me a moment." Palmer puzzled over the request before pushing ahead. "I remember this one time I was on the late shift and wondering along the halls. At the time I was going to check out some noise complaints we had received about a room party. I never did find out who complained. It's pretty rare because most people end up joining the random room parties around the hotel, not complaining about them. Anyway, by the time I get there its pretty much broken itself up, but the door is still open so I walk in to check things out. Standing there, all naked, is this female rabbit and male raccoon. They're both clearly tanked and more than a bit wobbly, and neither of them noticed that I was standing in the doorway. Out of the guy's mouth comes this statement, and I swear this is exactly what he said, "I really like...your outfit. It goes well with your... eyes I think." She gave him a look like he had just recited poetry, and then pounced him. I just shut the door, and walked away." The table erupted in laughter, catching confused and curious looks from neighboring tables. "That is too funny," uttered Tek between laughs. "I wonder if they even noticed they were both naked." "Tell me they were at least decent looking," inquired Dante. "It doesn't get much worse than ugly people naked." "Yeah," added Autumn. "Were they as good looking as Apex?" Palmer turned to look at Apex for a moment, and then placed a paw on his shoulder. "They were pretty good looking actually, but not as good Apex here." Apex smiled and blushed with embarrassment as everyone else just laughed. Palmer retracted his paw as their waitress returned with their drink orders. After placing a drink in front of each of them, she pulled out a small notepad from her pocket and took each of their orders in turn. With orders taken and brisk smiles dispensed, she left them to their own devices. Conversations continued, and everyone quickly became better acquainted. Formal introductions gave way to laughter and discussions of the lodge until their cute, koala waitress returned. With the accompanied help of two other employees to carry all of their orders, their waitress delivered and distributed their meals, double checking everyone to make sure they were all correct. Assured of the table's contentment, the koala left them to attend her other tables. Sporadic banter continued as everyone dined happily. Those who took the time noticed that the sun has since set and been replaced by the chilly, star-lit blanket of the Breckenridge night. As the evening wore on their waitress stopped by twice more to make sure that they were all doing well, eventually inquiring into whether or not they would require desert menus. After being reassured of their satisfactory and possibly overstuffed states, she left them with fair wishes and their check. Giving their meals a chance to settle, they returned to their pleasantries, relaxed and content. "I'll tell you," said Nikki to Palmer. "I don't know what you're doing that I'm not, but I've never had anything happen to me remotely as interesting as naked shenanigans. I think the strangest thing that happened while I was working was when some guy came to the desk and asked me for something like fifty tubes of toothpaste. I mean, what could you possibly want with fifty tubes of toothpaste?" "Probably something involving a pay site," suggested Relic, eliciting a chuckle from the table. "Whatever it was," continued Nikki. "I'm actually quite alright with boring. I don't need to see a bunch of strangers naked or falling down stairs and what not." "What's wrong with naked people?" asked Orion. "More hot people should be naked and leave their doors open." Nikki replied with an elbow jab to his side and a bit of a disapproving look. Orion just gave a big grin and a facetious "what?" accompanied by a large shrug. "But that's not true." objected Palmer. "Remember during the party last year when that guy ran out into the snow drunk and naked? You stood in front of the window and told everyone that that was just what he wanted and if they ignored him he'd eventually get cold and come inside." "Oh yeah! How could I forget that? He did eventually come in, though he still passed out face-down and naked on those stairs between the restaurant and the lounge. Luckily, his friends gathered him up so I didn't have to." "Sounds a lot like us and Orion last night," added Relic, generating a few laughs from the table. "Hey!" Orion smiled, somewhat embarrassed. "I totally blame other people for that one." "Oh yeah, like who?" returned Dante with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry, privileged information." "I'm sure," replied Dante as he rolled his eyes. "Oh so your the one that passed out during the party," interjected Nikki. "I remember that alright," laughed Aryana. "We were all worried that he had hurt himself, but after seeing that it barely fazed you, it seems rather funny." "I guess I missed something," added a somewhat confused Tek, looking in Apex's direction. "You did," replied Diana. "Orion plowed backwards into a table on his way down." Looking back to Apex, Tek gave a chuckle. "Looks like you guys are prone to injury. You should all wear helmets around. Maybe look into getting a short bus." "I know," conceded Apex. "And we're not even trying. I guess we're just talented that way." "Or cursed," suggested Dante. "I'm fully expecting to break my nose on the door as we leave." Dante's pessimistic prediction gained him quite a few laughs as Tek took the torch. "So injuries aside, what did you think of the tournament?" "It was a great time with stiff competition, injuries aside," offered up Apex. "And for once, it didn't take twice as long as it should," added Relic. "That was nice," commented CP. "I've been to a few of these before with Diana and they always last forever. We always have to find ways to kill time between runs, which usually ends in drinking. This time they really had a smooth system going." "And let's not forget the quality of music they got for the event," added Dante with a grin. "Thanks, I really appreciate it," replied Tek with a wide grin. "I actually hadn't heard much of your mixing before, but I liked it," added Diana. "So you two have known Tek for awhile?" inquired Relic. "Yeah," replied CP. "We've known this guy since back before he got big. We all met through some friends." Tek gave a warm smile in return, adding," I still think you guys put on a better show out there," pointing to Diana and Apex. "You guys can really do some amazing tricks." Both Diana and Apex modestly thanked Tek for his sentiment. The discussion turned to various moves and strategies used during the tournament until Nikki hopped back into the conversation. "Did anyone else think that what's-his-name announcer guy was cute?" "You mean Evan Eaton?" asked Aryana. "He was sort of cute, from what I could see of him, anyway." "I don't know if I'd say he was cute," interjected Apex. "But he was a bit of an ass. I could have used without his questions while I was trying to get to the nurse." "I was a little out of it at the time. I didn't even think to say anything," added Palmer. "But yeah, he should have just kept his mouth shut." "What did the guy say?" questioned Autumn. "Eh, just had a bunch of questions about what happened as we were going to see the nurse" replied Apex, disdainfully. "Nothing really bad, but I wasn't in any mood to answer anyone's questions." "People can be real dicks alright." proclaimed Orion. "Well, insensitive anyway," offered Nikki. "He said something about hoping I got better quickly, so it was probably well intentioned," added Apex. "Not a big deal." "Speaking of that guy," chimed in CP. "Did anyone else catch it when he said that thing about killer bees?" "I know!" burst out Dante, incredulously. "What was that all about? What killer bees?" "I have no idea," added Diana. "I caught that too," replied Palmer. "I even went up at one point and asked him about it." "Really?" questioned Orion. "Well, what did he say?" "He told me I didn't want to know, and then he just walked away." "Worthless," pronounced Apex. "See? That guy is nothing but trouble." "And you thought he was such a great guy," taunted Orion. "I just thought he was cute," replied Nikki. "I didn't say anything about him personally. Besides, at least he did a good job announcing." "That's true," added Tek. "He did a good job. I didn't have any trouble with him. I thought he was a pretty nice guy, actually. I got to talk to him for a bit before and after the tournament" "I'm sure," conceded Apex. "I was just biased because of the situation. He's probably a pretty good guy." "And vexed by killer bee's," asserted Aryana, and the table gave a hearty chuckle. "It looks like we're all done here," pointed out Autumn. "I know a really great, cozy bar less than a block from here. You guys want to go and get a drink?" The general consensus of the table came back in the affirmative, with one dissenter short of unanimous approval. "Actually, I think I'm just going to head back," said Apex, somewhat reluctantly. "I think I've had enough for one day." "I think I'll head back too," added Palmer, quickly. "Awww, are you sure you don't want to come Apex?" pleaded Autumn, her tone rich with disappointment. "Yeah I'm sure, sorry. You guys go ahead. I'll be good for more tomorrow. By the way, it was good to meet you Tek, and you too Diana." "It was good to meet you too," replied Tek. "Try not to fall any more ice on the way back." "Will do," replied Apex, rolling his eyes. "Seeya," added Diana with little wave and a smile and Apex returned the gesture. "Alright, we'll catch you later then." Dante and the rest give their farewells as Apex and Palmer left. With a large tip left for their enthusiastic waitress, the group headed for the door, and each in turn paid their part of the bill. Once outside, the two groups parted ways. As each group headed toward their respective locations, they enthusiastically shouted to each other of things to be done the following day. Once out of earshot, Apex, with Palmer at his side, began the trek back to the hotel.	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The following is an original work of fiction. All characters belong to the author and any likenesses to real people or places is purely coincidental. Please do not copy or repose any part or portion of this work to any other website. Copyrighted by Eris Jade My little sister is the Queen of Fucking Shit Up. From the moment my parents brought her whining, crying behind home from the hospital, she has been fucking shit up. She is currently standing in my kitchen, sipping coffee from a Starbucks cup, eyeing me up and down, no doubt wondering if she can overtake me long enough to slip upstairs and see who is sleeping in my bedroom. We were supposed to meet the previous morning to go over any last minute details regarding our parents anniversary party this upcoming weekend. However, as per usual, Ella confused the days and is close to ruining my morning. As much as she annoys me, I love her. When we were growing up, she was my shadow. I'd introduce her as ''My Ella" so often that people actually thought that was her name. We look a lot alike. We share the smooth brow skin, the same catlike deep brown eyes, and the same playful smile. Yet, that's where the resemblances end. Where Ella is tall and lean, built like a swimmer, I am barely over average height, not skinny, but not fat, either. Ella is quite optimistic, even in the morning, while my moods vary between slightly irritated and overly happy. "So," Ella is saying now, one thin finger tracing along the bottom edge of her cup. "There's a motorcycle parked in front of your house." I tighten my robe around my waist and fold my arms over my chest. "I'm aware of this." "Whose is it?" she asks innocently, her voice taking on a sing song quality. I bite the inside of my cheek in attempt not to laugh. As much as she annoys me, I find her extremely funny most days. "None of your damn business." She releases an exasperated breath as she sets her cup on a nearby counter. "Aw, come on, Meara! You haven't dated anyone in 2 years, and I come over to find you holed up with some guy - some guy who obviously spent the night." She gives my disheveled appearance a pointed oncever. "This is a big deal! Why can't I meet him?" The aroma of Ella's coffee, sweet and enticing, is on the verge of short-circuiting my brain. Though I'd much rather be curled up against Oakley right now, I move to the coffee pot and set about making my own. My sister is right, in a certain sense - this is a big deal. I haven't dated anyone in a long time, and I definitely hadn't allowed anyone in my bed during that time, but the situation between Oakley and I is different. Namely, we aren't dating, and I'm not even 100% certain 'Oakley' is his real name. Whatever we have, it's simple, uncomplicated and, save for the blond bimbo I'd seen hanging all over him, there is no stress to it. I'm not averse to keeping it that way. "Ella," I sigh, watching as the coffee begins to drip into the pot. The sound fills the kitchen, spices the air with its dark aroma, and my mouth begins to water a bit. "It's really not that big of a deal. We're friends." I think. When Ella speaks, I don't have to turn to know that a frown mars her pretty features. "You're being ridiculous." "And you're being a nosey little pest. We're even." She snatches up her coffee cup and takes a few steps toward me, though she keeps a relatively safe distance between us. She knows better. "I'm sure mom and dad would be interested to know that you're finally coming out of your shell." She says it absently, as if the thought hasn't completely formed in her brain, but I know exactly what she's doing. I turn more fully toward her. "Ella, I swear on everything I love, including you, that if you breathe one word of this to Mom or Dad, I'll come to your house and I'll kill you in your sleep. Then, I'll hire our brother to represent me in court. And he'll get my charges dropped. You know why? Because he likes me better than you." Ella throws up her hands, groaning in frustration. "You are such a freaking drama queen," she says as I pour my coffee. "You said yourself this isn't such a big deal. I just want to know who's responsible for making my big sister glow!" I whip around, ready to throw the spoon I'd been using to stir sugar into my coffee at her, but I notice Oakley standing in the doorway, and a staticky sort of panic flits through my system. Ella follows my gaze and a tiny squeak escapes her. "Good morning," Oakley says, the remnants of sleep making his already panty-dropping voice even sexier. He's leaning one shoulder against the door frame. He is shirtless, and the tattoos stand out even more starkly over his broad chest and thick arms in the early morning light. His jeans hang tantalizing low on his lean hips. His eyes move slowly between my sister and me. Ella clears her throat and plasters on a bright smile. His affect is not lost on her. "Good morning," she chirps. "I'm Meara's sister, Ella." He offers a slight nod. A hank of hair shifts over his cheek. "Oakley." She giggles, her eyes flicking to me momentarily. I, again, consider throwing the spoon at her. It's easy to want to melt under Oakley's gaze; however I don't like that she is. Silence fills the kitchen, and we stand for a long time merely staring at one another. I had assumed Oakley would remain upstairs. His appearance while my sister is here, though satisfying for Ella, confuses me. I wonder if this has been done on purpose. I wonder how much of our conversation he's overheard. He is the first to move, sauntering across the kitchen as if he belongs here, as if our current interaction is the most normal thing in the world. He pours himself a cup of coffee, adding sugar but no cream, and then stands as if waiting to see what will happen next. "Ella was just leaving," I say, and stare at her pointedly. She stares right back, narrowing her pretty eyes at me before returning her attention to Oakley. "Yeah, sorry to interrupt. I'll just be on my way. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Oakley." "Just Oakley," he responds before taking a sip of coffee. "Just Oakley," she says a bit too breathily. "Goodbye, Ella!" I make a shooing motion with my hand and her lip curls menacingly at me. "Ok, I'm going." She swipes her purse from the kitchen table and slings it over her shoulder. "Meara, I'll call you later so we can take care of those last minute details." She turns to leave, but stops abruptly. When her eyes settle on Oakley again, I know exactly what she's about to do, but I'm too mortified to stop her. "By the way," she says airily, "We're throwing an anniversary party for our parents. It's on Saturday, at 7, at Meara's bar. If you're not doing anything, we'd love to have you." Her smile is far too bright, her eyes gleaming in the sunlight. I want to strangle her. Oakley nods, just a simple tilt of his head, and takes another sip of his coffee. Ella twirls around and walks out of the kitchen. Her heels click faintly down the hall and when the door shuts behind her, I let out a breath I hadn't been aware of holding. A long moment passes before I turn my gaze to Oakley. He's still drinking his coffee, humor glinting in his gaze. He's watching me closely, and there's a hint of something in the air, something sharp and electric. "How much did you hear?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. "Enough." He settles back, resting his lean hips against the counter. I almost expect him to start asking questions, but he doesn't. "She seems nice." "She's a pain in my ass, is what she is." I take a sip of my own coffee and briefly close my eyes, allowing its warmth and the caffeine to work its magic on me. It's relatively quiet, and I realize it's not the uncomfortable kind of quiet. Oakley and I are usually cuddled up at this time of the morning, or engaging in some sort of delicious morning after sex before he slips away... to do God knows what. We have never shared a moment like this, this easy domesticity. It's not unpleasant, but I'm uncertain how to proceed with it. Should I offer him breakfast? "You threatened to kill her, and told her your brother likes you better." It's a statement, not a question. His voice is low, and when I look up at him, there is amusement in his eyes again. He quirks one dark eyebrow at me speculatively. I put on my innocent smile, the one I'd learned to use while growing up and my parents had caught me doing exactly what Oakley had caught me doing - threatening my sister' life. He laughs, a low grumble of sound that fills my kitchen. A breeze wafts through the open window, causing the curtains to skitter on their mounts and bringing with it the smell of sunshine and freshly cut grass. The distant sound of a car passing on the road beyond the treeline reaches my ears and, despite the coffee, I realize how early it is, how tired I am. I'm very tempted to head back to bed. And drag Oakley with me. We had been quite comfortable before Ella's unexpected intrusion. A question is out of my mouth before I've had time to even think of the consequences. "Do you have any siblings?" Oakley doesn't respond immediately. He looks at me, and the look is one of mild curiosity. His gaze lingers for a few brief seconds. He does this a lot, merely watches me, taking his time to answer, as if he's weighing what he's about to say in his mind. My heart stutters mildy. This isn't our routine; this isn't our way - having coffee in the kitchen in the bright early morning sunlight, inquiring about the personal life of the other. Perhaps I've overstepped. "One," he finally answers, turning to pour his coffee down the drain. "Younger. About your age." My age? Shit! How old is this man? I watch him rinse out his mug and turn it upside down in the basin. His hands curl around the edge of the counter and he does a sort of push up against it, his back rigid and shoulders taut, as if there is some energy in him that he's wanting to expend. "It's too early. I want to go back to bed. Are you coming?" And, just like that, we're back to the familiar. I nod, pour my own coffee down the sink and walk ahead of him out of the kitchen. I can feel him at my back as we move through the house, large and warm. Our relationship, or whatever it is, is definitely unconventional. Yet, one thing is certain, I've always felt safe with this man in my house. He's not an overly large man, but there's something about him that seems to take up a great deal of space. I like that, too. Nothing more passes between us. We rid ourselves of the small bit of clothing we're wearing and settle into the bed. my body instinctively presses in against his. His hand finds my bare hip and he squeezes lightly. I'm aware of the soft line of tension that goes through him but, as he drifts off to sleep, it melts away, and I'm left with only the warmth and solid feel of him. His name is Oakley and he has a younger brother. This is more than I've learned about him in the entire 6 months we've been performing this dance. I know there is a great deal more knowledge about him I'm missing, and I'm only slightly curious to find out, to add a few more pieces to the puzzle that makes up my bedmate. His fingers trail lightly up my spine, then splay across the center of my back, pulling me closer, tighter, as he sleeps. The action is enough to stop me from wondering. If only for now. Damn Ella and her nosey ass. 6 Months Ago "Come on, Meara. Quit playing hard to get. You know you want me." Carter Ludlow has been after my ass for almost a year now, and he's beginning to work on my nerves. At first, his mild flirtations had been cute, endearing even - a wink here and there, a lingering look which held the clumsy makings of desire and want. In truth, I had been flattered. Now, I'm annoyed. He reaches across the bar and curls his thick fingers around my wrist, stopping my hand in mid-motion. His skin is cool and clammy, and my own fingers curl reflexively into the dish towel I'd been using to clean off the bar top. As politely as I can, I extricate myself from his grasp and he lets out a low, knowing laugh. There's something about the sound that causes me to look up and I'm startled by the darkness I see floating in the depths of his brown eyes. There's something going on with him, I can tell, and I'm in no mood to deal with it tonight. "Carter, drink your beer, hon. It's getting warm." I turn to drop the towel in the sink and, even over the music playing from the jukebox, I can hear the poison in his voice when he speaks. "It's a lot warmer than you are, that's for sure." I've had it. I turn sharply and narrow my eyes at him. "Excuse me? What the fuck did you say?" He's unfazed by my tone, the sharpness of my words. He takes a sip of his beer, then shuffles it between his wide, clumsy palms. "You know, you're something else, Meara Kincaide. Walking around here like your shit don't stink. Like you're too good for guys like me." His tone is harsh. Hard. I don't know Carter all that well, outside of what I'd known about him in high school, but this trash he's spewing is new to me. I blink at him, taken aback for only a moment, but the anger quickly rises in me and I take a step toward him. "So, what, you come in here, drink up half my stock, make a few lewd, ungraceful remarks about getting me into bed, and what? I'm supposed to fall all over myself to get to you." I shouldn't be this mad, however my 'bullshit' tank is overflowing tonight. My ex had called earlier in the evening. The conversation had started out in its normal fashion - he'd asked for money, demanded it really, feeling as if I owed him something after all the chaos and destruction he'd put me through. After I'd told him 'no' for the fifth time, he'd finally lashed out, calling me every name in the book, as well as a few others I hadn't heard before. I was wound tight, bitter and angry, and now Carter Ludlow was in my bar, behaving as if I owed him something. "You're a bitch," he hisses, shoving his beer at me across the bar top. It tips over the edge and shatters on the floor, spraying my pant legs with warm, foamy liquid. A few patrons turn at the sound. They are more curious than concerned Fury flashes through me and, just as I'm about to lunge across the bar at him, a heavy hand comes down on Carter's shoulder. He startles and turns sharply in his seat. "That's enough. Time for you to go. Now." The voice alone would have done it for me. It's deep and powerful. Rich. I can easily imagine it whispering dirty things to me, growling with hunger in my ear. That thought alone gives me pause. As my eyes take in the guy towering over Carter, I feel my mouth grow dry. He's tall, his dark hair falling in thick waves over his shoulders, shoulders which are encased in leather. A biker jacket, from the looks of it. In the dim light of the bar, his green eyes are stormy, full of promising menace. Apparently as drunk as he is, Carter can't fathom that his life's in danger. "Who the fuck are you?" The guys' hand tightens on Carter's shoulder and he takes a small step forward, effectively invading Carter's personal space, giving him little to no room to move. "The guy who's gonna throw you out. The lady asked you to leave her alone. She obviously doesn't want to be bothered by you." Carter laughs again, trying and failing to get up out of his seat. The guys' big hand keeps him in place. Carter looks over his shoulder at me, and then back at the biker. "Fuck her, and fuck you, too, pal!" he spits, the alcohol he's already imbibed adding a comical slur to his words. The biker turns emerald eyes to me, and the question in them is clear. May I? I feel my lips curling into a satisfied smile. "If you would be so kind," I say, pouring on the sweetness, throwing Carter a teasing wink just before the biker yanks him out of his seat and shoves him in the direction of the front door. Catcalls and applause follow them. Apparently, I'm not the only one tired of Carter's shit. I grab the towel I'd been using to clean up and bend down to gather up the broken pieces of the beer bottle. Evelyn, one of my waitresses, appears next to me with a broom and long-handled dustpan. "Holy shit! What was that about?" She nudges my side with her knee, urging me out of the way. I stand up and lift my arms above my head to stretch out a kink which has been forming in my lower back all night. I watch her smooth movements as shoves the remnants of the broken bottle into the dustpan. The lean muscles in her brown arms flex gently as she sweeps. "I'd had enough of Carter and his bullshit. I told him as much. Guess he didn't like it." She chuckles, blows a bubble with the piece of gum she's currently chewing, then pops it. She bobs her head in the direction of the front door, where the biker has just re-entered. He stops to say something to a table full of guys dressed in identical leather jackets, then makes his way back to me. "Guess you owe that hottie a couple rounds on the house." I'm tempted to tell her to mind her own damn business, that I don't need her to tell me what to do, but I know I'm just being catty and mean. Besides, the so-called hottie is back and, to her credit, Evelyn shuffles off and back to her waitressing duties, her dark ponytail swaying as she moves. The biker rights Carter's stool, which managed to get knocked over during the minor scuffle, and settles down onto it. He watches me for a long moment, his green eyes unreadable. I open my mouth to say 'thank you', but he speaks before I can. "You should have kicked out that asshole a long time ago." His tone is not chiding or accusing. In fact, he's telling me something of which I'm already aware. I shift my weight to my hip and rest my fist on it. "Are you going to be an ass, now, too?" He doesn't reply, just sits there staring at me as if I'm something he's never seen up close before. The weight of his gaze stirs up a bit of heat in my chest, especially when those sharp green eyes begin to move over my body, cool and assessing. A blast of laughter sounds from a back corner and it's enough to jolt me out of the hazy cloud of sexual tension rising around me. "Thank you for taking care of Carter. You and your friends can drink on me tonight." "My friends? They didn't do anything." I laugh. And, it feels good. "You're right. Just you, then. What are you having?" I can see Evelyn just beyond the bikers shoulder. She gives me a thumbs up sign, wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive, if not cartoonish, manner. I want to give her the finger. What the hell is wrong with everyone tonight? "What time are you finished here?" There is no accounting for the flicker of desire that swirls through my stomach at his question. I don't want to be attracted to this guy. Aside from being utterly not my type, he's a bit too high-handed for my liking. But, shit, if I'm not drawn to the fullness of his lips, even now when they're set in a hard, pensive line. His shoulders are broad, strong, and he's wearing the hell out of that jacket. I mentally shake myself. I do not need to get involved with this guy. With any guy for that matter. "Didn't you just throw someone out for hitting on me?" I ask. Those eyes rake over me again, even more slowly, if that were possible, drinking in every line and slope of my body, and I feel myself getting wet from his perusal. Without another word, he slides off the barstool and heads back to his friends. I am not ashamed to say I checked out his ass, and it looks as delicious as every other part of him. No harm in looking, right?. I try to ignore him for the rest of the night. It's pretty difficult. I can feel him watching me, but every time I turn to try to catch him, he's turned away, immersed in conversation with one of his biker buddies. I think perhaps I misinterpreted his words, his heated gaze. He was just trying to help. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. At 230 am., when the patrons are gone and cleanup is completed, I lock up and head out to my car. I'm exhausted, as usual, my body one huge knot of tension, both from work and the energy it took to fight off the constant, unbidden thoughts of a certain green-eyed biker. I hadn't necessarily sworn off men. After my divorce, it just seemed so much safer and more productive to focus on the bar. I didn't have it in me to deal with anything else; I had no desire to deal with any more emotionally stunted, greedy, needy men. My heart, my body and my bed remained empty. I had grown to like it. Until tonight, it seemed. My libido had other things in mind. I'm surprised to find the biker waiting for me. He's leaning against the driver's door of my car. In the dim wash of wavering yellow light thrown over the parking lot, he is breathtaking. His arms are folded over his broad chest, his long, jean-clad legs crossed at the ankles. He looks at ease, as if he hasn't a care in the world, but when he lifts his gaze to me, I know he's been watching, waiting. There's a light in his eyes which speaks of awareness. Fear tickles along the skin of my arms at the thought of being alone, in a dark parking lot, with this man. And something else, something which ignites my insides, setting them to a slow burn. "What are you doing?" A beat passes before he uncurls his body from its position, his movements putting me in mind of some large jungle cat slinking out of the darkness. He steps to the side and my eyes zero in on my window, which is open, though I'm sure I'd put it up just before I went into the bar that afternoon. A few steps closer and I see evidence of what used to be my window littering the driver's seat. Large chunks of glass sparkle like sharp diamonds against the leather interior. And the front driver's side tire is very obviously flat. "This is why I asked what time you were finished," the biker says. "Guys like your friend Carter never take rejection too well." Understanding dawns in my brain and whatever I had been feeling a moment ago bleeds away, turning to rage and bringing with it memories I'd just as soon forget. "One of my buddies saw him shuffling around the lot. Didn't catch him in the act though. Sorry." My fingers curl into fists and I tamp down on the irrational urge to kick something. "That limp-dicked, cock-sucking, no neck piece of shit!" My voice cuts through the night, a flash of red-hot anger. My chest tightens. I know where Carter lives. I could slash his tires, bust out a couple of the front windows of his house with a few precisely aimed rocks. Then I could climb through one of those windows and stab him in the balls with his own kitchen knife. The idea is tempting, I can see it playing out in bright technicolor in my minds eyes. "I'll take you home." My head snaps up sharply and the biker is standing beside me, watching me. I think of being on the back of his bike, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist and my breasts pressed against his back, and some of my ire melts away. "Uh, no. Thank you. I can call someone to come for me." He cocks his head to the side. "It's almost 3 am. That doesn't make any sense. I'm here. I'll take you home." He pauses, then raises his eyebrow at me. My heart stutters, the saliva drying up in my mouth. This guy is dangerous, I know it. I can feel it. But, not in the way that makes me think I might end up in a ditch somewhere. No. It's what happens when he speaks, when he looks at me. And the thought of being so close to him... He makes me wonder what those strong hands would feel like gliding over my skin, skin that has grown hot and itchy with anticipation. He doesn't wait for my response. He steps close and lightly fits his big hand against the small of my back, guiding me away from my car. His scent drifts around me, clean and sharp, leather and wind on a clear spring afternoon. His bike is parked at the edge of the bar, its chrome glittering beautifully in the light. I've never been on a motorcycle before, and it's a little intimidating. "I'll take it easy," he says, obviously reading the line of tension that has rocketed through my body. "I'm fine," I lie. "I just ... I'm going to text my brother. He's a lawyer. I'll let him know what happened." The biker nods, stands staring at me through a set of long, dark lashes. He is strikingly handsome, both dark and light, with a strong jawline and lips that are neither thin nor overly full. Kissable. Soft. "Good call." He watches me fumble my phone out of my purse. My palms are sweaty as I type a hasty message to not only my brother but my sister as well. Me: Carter Ludlow busted a window out my car. Flattened a tire. Getting a ride home from a patron. Will text when I get back to the house. I don't expect an immediate response from my siblings, not at such a late hour. Yet, I stand gazing down at my phone's screen, in need of something to distract me from this rising cloud of ... hell, I don't even know what to call it. I am uncomfortable, uncertain, my stomach fluttering nervously. Something about this man calls to me, tempts me toward thoughts I haven't entertained in quite a long time. "Ready?" I jump at the sound of his voice, nearly dropping and shattering my phone on the pavement. A glance upward reveals a thin, amused look on the biker's face. But it's only a glimpse. Gone before it's fully formed. I watch him swing one long, jean clad leg over the seat of the bike. He gives me brief instructions on mounting behind him and I stand staring at him a long moment. My apparent attraction to this man, combined with my anxiety about getting on the bike make me feel slightly nauseated. There is a fine tremor in my legs. I entertain the thought of walking home. However, a 5 mile hike in the dead of night is not overly appealing either. He's watching me closely. His green eyes glitter faintly in the dim light falling over us. "My name is Meara," I say, searching for something, anything, to prolong this moment, to keep my feet planted firmly on the ground. A distant part of me thinks this may not be just a ride home from a kind stranger after a late night. Something tugs at my insides, something soft and strange and distantly familiar. He nods once. "Oakley. Get on the bike, Meara." No assurances, no pleasantries. Simple. Straightforward. Another minute passes before I move. I do as he has instructed, thinking that I probably look extremely awkward. I settle behind him, my thighs bracketing his waist. It feels weird, the breadth of the seat and the warmth of his body between my legs, though not altogether unpleasant. "Wrap your arms around my waist." he says over his shoulder. Maybe I'm going crazy, but it sounds as if his voice has taken on a darker tone. Perhaps he's just as affected as I am. I try not to think about that and, instead, try to focus on his words. "Pay attention to the way I move. Lean with me, but not too much, or we'll both fall." I nod, making note of these additional instructions, and manage to stammer out my address. I jump when he engages the ignition. The bike is so loud, the noise of it cutting through the night and displacing every other usual nighttime noise. He gives me a few moments to get situated, to get accustomed to the throb and growl of the machine beneath me. I can feel it in my bones and it almost feels good. Then we're off, turning left out of the lot, heading west toward my house. At first, I'm terrified. Neither one of us is wearing a helmet. I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm plastered to the back of a stranger, speeding through the night as if it were all the most normal thing in the world. And, then, suddenly, it all changes and I'm enjoying myself - the bite of the wind in my face, the rumble of the engine beneath me, the solid warmth of the man in front of me. Without thinking, I close my eyes and press my cheek into the his shoulder. My mind is empty, clear, and it feels so fucking good. However, all too soon Oakley is pulling up in front of my house. The two story structure looms in the darkness, the only source of light coming from the overhead on the front porch. Oakley cuts the engine and, while my mind is telling me to "get off", I sit motionless, reveling in the remembered feel of the wind on my face, the exhilaration of the ride itself and being pressed against this big man. He shifts in the seat and, taking this as a sign of discomfort, I scramble off the bike. My body immediately, strangely, misses the feel of him. I watch him dismount, his movements unbelievably fluid and graceful, and he is, once again, staring down at me. "Thank you." I sound breathless. The tremor that had started in my legs is a vibration now, a low hum that envelops my thighs. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach. My core. I pull my bag tighter against my side. "You enjoyed that." He sounds surprised and pleased. It makes me smile, forces a hiccuping laugh out of me. "I did!" And it's the truth. Oakley is a stranger, one to whom I'm undeniably attracted; I let him put me on the back of his back, and the experience was incredible. "Maybe we can do it again sometime," he offers. He is watching me closely, perhaps gauging my reaction and, suddenly, all the good feelings I had been having before revert back to anxiety. My spine lengthens and I stare back at him. He seems like a good guy. I mean, he kicked a patron out for harassing me, waited around for me to shut down the bar, and even gave me a ride home after Carter damaged my car. He hasn't said more than a few words to me, none of which include the many and various ways he'd like to get into my pants. It's nice. It's refreshing. Almost more intimate than anything I've ever known. My mouth is moving even before I've made the decision to do so, surprising both of us, I think. "I'd... like that." Oakley's body shifts then, his broad shoulder relaxing just the tiniest bit, as if he'd been holding his breath. His jaw ticks and he gives me one of those single nods again. "Good night." He's seated on his bike before I can thank him. "You're welcome." He says before starting the ignition. And, just like that, he's gone, the roaring rumble of his back fading swiftly into the night. He's waiting for me nearly every night after that. On the rainy nights, he shows up in a pick-up truck, an aged, hulking thing that suits him completely. On the clear nights, he's riding his bike. He follows me home and stays just a bit longer than the time before, until night turns into morning, and the birds are singing their cheerful greetings. We don't talk much; the silence is oddly comfortable and very welcome. Eventually, the beers from the night before are exchanged for coffee and, sometimes, I wonder where he goes, what he does, when he's not with me. Does he have a wife, a girlfriend, a family, waiting up for him? But, I don't ask, and he doesn't offer, and I merely take it for what it is - quiet company in the darkness. On one of those lightening early mornings, he kisses me, sliding his hard body up against mine, and I'm done for, melting under the hot feel of his mouth, the wet glide of his tongue. And, it's just as I thought, his big hands feel fucking amazing on my skin. "We're not doing this if you're just looking for a little something on the side," I manage when he's got me pressed into the front door. I'd never invited him inside. "There's no one," he murmurs, his voice gruff in my ear, his teeth dragging down the sensitive line of my neck. My body damn near convulses. He's got his leg wedged between my thighs, his hands on my hips, as he urges me to grind over it. He kisses me hungrily, swallowing up the moans I pant into his mouth. That first time is incredible. His hands move me, push and pull me, leave me a hot quivering mess. His cock claims me, drives me higher and higher, gives me no other choice but to come for him, over and over again. I don't wonder at his experience, or his certainty. I am fucking grateful for it, if I'm honest. I'm not sure when, but he manages to plug his number into my cell phone. He starts texting before he shows up - tells me he's coming over instead of asking if I'm free. He knows I am, and there's always a measure of excitement that thrills through me at the sight of him. Time passes and the rhythm solidifies itself. I don't know what we are, but I like it. It's effortless, and easy, and deliciously uncomplicated, on the complete opposite end of the spectrum from everything I had known previously. Until the bike bunny. Until Ella and her nosey, destructive ass.	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Simba was reluctant to return to the base of Pride Rock, because of the oral attention he would be recieving from his mother. Yes, he had always hated baths, but still he had to tell Nala about his new game. "Nala, you have to come with me to the watering hole!" shouted an excited Simba. "We've been there countless times, what's so fun at the watering hole?" retorted a disinterested Nala. "I found some new friends who want to play tag." he said, winkingly. "Can we go?" they asked their mothers. They were allowed to go with the exception that they bring Zazu, then they were a short musical number away from privacy. "I found out something fun we can do from watching grown-ups!" Simba announced. "What is it?" "It's like mating, excepted with more of a... Chase," Simba replied " You have to find a cub smaller than you, like that one!" he pointed out a cub antelope, younger than the lion cubs, and the game began. Simba and Nala crept towards their "prey" from behind some bushes, but without basic hunting skills they were quickly discovered and the antelope began to run. "He's getting away!" cried Nala. "That's part of the fun!" squealed Simba and they gave chase. Soon they were upon the cub and with a swipe Simba brought down the antelope.The cub cried out in fear. "That was fun, now what?" Nala said, breatheless. "Now the real fun begins," Simba positioned himself in front of the cub "Don't bite, you know what I can do." he said darkly and thrust his already hardened cubhood in to the antelope's mouth, who whimpered around the lion's stiff rod, the on looking adults knew better than to mess with the son of the king. Simba thrust roughly in to the cub, his cock gagging the antelope at times. "It's more fun if you humiliate them." Simba managed to say between pumps. Nala caught the drift and went to work, quickly massaging the antelope's small balls and sheath to erection. His immature cubhood was already straining from the attention. "Look at the faggot, he got a stiffy from blowing the prince!" Nala shouted to the "audience". The cub's eyes watered as he was mouth-fucked. "I bet you'll like this." Nala said before shoving her smallest digit in to the victim, which elicited a quiet moan. Simba pulled out and pissed on the cub's face, ordering him to catch it in his mouth. The cub was able to get a little, but a large portion dribbled down his muzzle, chin, and chest. He grimaced at the taste and smell. "Now I have to punish you." Simba stated, in a tone conveying that it wasn't Simba's fault. "Nala get under him." Nala complied and Simba guided the antelope's cubhood in to her tight pussy and she and the antelope gasped from the pleasure, just before Simba mounted him and plunged his slavia covered dick in to the cub's small tail hole and thrust him forward, deeper in to Nala. The trio bobbed with each pump and each member added their own voice to the almost musical moans. Simba's barbs caused more pain than pleasure for the, now not-so-innocent, antelope, but his inexperienced genitals were alive with unfamiliar sensations. Simba had poised the cub right on Nala's clit and the strange, rhythemic grinding was intensely stimulating. The idea that everyone was watching sent her over the edge and she convulsed in ecstacy. Simba kept pumping atop the small cub and Nala. Her erotic moans pushed Simba over the edge, so he slammed in to the cub as deep as he could, prodding the cub's immature prostate, and his seed burst inside the antelope's tight tail hole and a little seeped out. The small antelope shot a clear substance in to Nala's already wet pussy as he came for the first time, his heart beat throbbing through out his entire body.Nala and the cub sloughed over in orgasmic afterglow, but Simba maintained his composure and rolled the cub over, off of Nala. "Clean me." he commanded. For the pleasure the cub was given he was alomst happy to comply and he licked away the spooge from the shrinking package. The prince's cubhood was beginning to revive when the cub finished, so he rubbed it against the kid's face, pre leaving a wet streak down his cheek. Soon Simba tired of playing with the cub and he walked towards Nala and whispered something in her ear and the two walk away.	Dirty Lion King cont. (WIP?) by MaxYiffster	[ "Anal", "Antelope", "Cub", "Cum", "Discipline", "Exhibitionism", "Feral", "Humiliation", "Lion", "Lion King", "M/M/F", "Oral", "Predator/Prey", "Rape", "Rule 34", "Short", "Short Story", "Vaginal", "Watersports", "Yiff", "lazy" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 4, "longest_sentence": 53, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 54, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence" ], "score": 7 }	7	false
Sekhmet Reborn: Cerberus Robby sat on the couch, eyes wide with fascination as he watched the drama unfold on the television set in front of him. He wasn't quite sure what the overall topic of the show was, but at the moment it was absolutely incredible. Apparently the woman was a sort of man-hating dominatrix who would seduce submissive men, dominate them, introduce sissification elements into the BDSM, and eventually have the men on hormone replacements, getting plastic surgery, and essentially having them turned into women. And then she'd dump them. He was in total awe of the whole situation, not only did the woman lure in guys who wanted to be hurt and controlled, but she took their masculinity from them and left them physically and mentally scarred freaks. "She's like pure evil." Robby said to himself. His mother turned her head in his direction for a moment, but it was only to pick up the bowl of popcorn. Susan tended to focus on one thing to complete immersion. She probably hadn't heard her son anyway. A loud sound essentially shook the house, making the glass of the windows quiver. It was loud enough to make Robby's dad look up from the newspaper crossword puzzle and peer out the window. "It's probably Jeff Jacobson with the damned muffler off his motorcycle again." Todd grumbled, "He ought to be more considerate about the rest of the neighborhood in regards to his midlife crisis." Susan shivered next to Robby, causing the youth to jump a little in surprise. A shiver went through him as well, the scent of something strange filling his nostrils. But just as soon as the weird smell appeared, it was gone. Robby scooted over a bit to the other side of the couch, directing a glare at his mother. She did something similar at movies. The 'startle' scenes always made her jump, and then she would reach out and grab whoever was nearby, be it her son or her husband, and make them jump too. He shook his head and concentrated on the TV. Susan handed the popcorn bowl back to her son. "I... I think I'm done with the popcorn." She said with a sigh. He nodded and took the popcorn back, absentmindedly munching on the salty snack. A new guest was introduced on the talk show, tall, well built, voluptuous, dressed in a bright green-blue that matched her hair. The crowd cheered as she did a striptease on the stage, pulling her top hard enough to send buttons flying. Robby's jaw dropped at the sight of what she was wearing underneath, a fishnet bra that showed bright green nipples. They... couldn't show that on TV. He looked to his parents, neither of whom seemed to notice anything wrong. Todd was occupied with the crossword puzzle still, and Susan didn't seem to notice anything wrong on the screen. Robby turned his gaze back to the TV, where the hot young woman was pressing her breasts together, bringing them up so she could run her tongue over her nipples. This was most definitely something that they shouldn't be showing on television, and being of the male persuasion and in his middle teen years, and in a position were neither of his parents seemed to neither notice nor care, he watched the performance eagerly, a grin on his face and a familiar stirring in his pants. His arousal was aided by a strange scent on the air, sweet and musky, and in a few moments there was quite a visible tent in his pants. A tent that continued to grow further beyond the normal size and tightness. Robby's cock throbbed painfully, demanding to be freed, to be stroked until sweet release. The tightness in his loins continued to build, though Robby tried to ignore it. He looked back to the TV as the green haired beauty kicked a leg up onto the chair, pulling up her skirt to show tight leather panties, and a huge cock poking out the top. Robby's eyes widened at the sight, and his mouth began to water. The image on the screen seemed to wink at him as the strange shemale began to stroke herself. "Oh gods..." Robby whispered, licking his lips. A soft moan drew his attention to his left. His eyes widened even further at the sight of his mother. Susan was fondling one of her breasts through her shirt and hand the other between her legs, rubbing herself through her jean shorts. "Gross, Mom." Robby said, a little disgusted, as he turned his attention to the beauty on the TV. He couldn't take it anymore and unzipped his fly, allowing his restrained cock to spring forward. Robby gawked at his cock; it was bigger than it was supposed to be, by a good couple of inches. It was colored funny too, bright red. Not the red-purple of cut off blood flow, but bright apple red. He bit his lip, looking over at his dad, who had folded up the newspaper and reclined in his chair, eyes on the TV screen, sporting a tent in his pants as well. Well... if his parents were playing with themselves in the middle of the living room, Robby's brain argued, he might as well join in on the fun. He looked over his cock, which was also shaped a bit weirdly as well as colored funny. It came to a point at the top and was thinner there than it was supposed to be, tapering down the length to a large, swollen bit at the base. A dog cock. Robby wrapped his fingers around his length, beginning to stroke himself. His gaze returned to the TV, where the sexy shemale had pulled her leather panties down and was now jerking herself off with one hand, while fingering her ass with the other. He began to stroke faster, attempting to keep pace with the shemale. He imagined that it was his cock in her ass, he could almost feel it. Her smooth body pressed back against him, a small tightness that blossomed to reveal gripping warmth around his shaft. Robby's grip tightened on the smooth, round popcorn bowl. He imagined it was her breast, smooth and firm, in his hand. He fantasized that it wasn't his cock in his hand, but hers. He pressed his cock against the edge of the bowl, thrusting against it. His precum slicked the smooth glass, the pressure enhancing his pleasure as the tip of his rod slid up to the rim of the bowl. Robby moaned with each exhalation. It felt so hot to be whacking it right in front of his parents like this, without them caring at all. The camera on the TV was now right behind the shemale, who was bent over the side. She looked like she was being taken doggy-style by an invisible force. She was no longer stroking herself or fingering herself, but her pink pucker was stretched wide, as if by the presence of a cock, and she moaned and bucked as if she were having her ass pounded. She looked over her shoulder with an expression of absolute pleasure as her body tensed. Robby imagined her tight ass gripping him tightly. He thrust forward and arched his back, lifting his rump from the couch. His hand tightened at the base of his cock, squeezing the sensitive knot. Ropes of thick jism erupted from his dick, spattering the coffee table and the floor. Robby panicked, he didn't want to get in trouble for making a mess. He tiled the popcorn bowl upward, a few kernels spilling out, but that was less of a mess than having his spooge go all over. He panted as he coaxed every last drop out of his cock, jet after jet splattering into the popcorn bowl. Robby sat for a second and attempted to catch his breath. The TV, strangely, seemed to be back to the normal show. Robby slid his encircled fingers up his shaft, looking to squeeze the bit of cum that always was left inside after he wanked and would make a wet, sticky, uncomfortable mess in his underwear if he didn't get it out. Robby ran a finger across the tip of his cock, collecting the bead of cum that had gathered there. He was about to flick it into the popcorn bowl when he noticed something wrong. His hand looked funny. He brought it closer to his face, but the proximity only revealed that his skin had indeed begun to darken, tan in places, a dull red in others. His nails seemed to have lengthened and grown thicker as well, more like claws. Robby saw them turn black before his eyes. Right at that moment a sweet, musky scent reached his nostrils, a scent that made him salivate. Before he knew what he was doing, he had extended his tongue and lapped his seed from his finger. It tasted so good, and he craved more. "Rob, pass the popcorn." Todd said. Robby turned to look at his dad, thinking he was in trouble, only to see his father in a similar state to himself. Todd's skin was like his son's, darkened to deep tan, with some red. His ears were pointed and larger than they had been. Behind his glasses were a pair of bright red irises centered in inky black pools. He had one clawed hand outstretched, the other wrapped around his own thick, hard, red, throbbing canine cock. The younger transforming human couldn't help but stare at his father's cock. He handed the bowl over and whimpered softly. His rational mind was in a desperate battle with his libido and his strange new instincts. His tongue felt too big for his mouth all of a sudden, it lolled out as Robby began to pant and drool. Instinct and libido triumph, and the young transformee found himself moving to the coffee table in front of his father's chair, kneeling on top of it, leaning over the recliner's footrest, his face inches from Todd's glistening red cock. The elder male looked down at his son with a fanged grin and gripped Robby by his transforming ears, now long, pointed, and rather like those of a German shepherd. Todd pulled Robby forward, pressing his cock against his son's face. Robby was overcome by the delicious smell. He closed his eyed and murmured softly as his canine tongue began to lap at his father's manhood. His ran his long tongue up the sweet shaft with quick, eager licks. With a growl Todd yanked his son's head back, drawing a whimper from the young pup. The alpha male took his member in one hand, gripping Robby's hair with the other, roughly forcing his shaft into the younger male's muzzle. Canine instinct had crept into their minds, human taboos of family and sexuality fading. Todd saw his son as a young male that needed to be dominated and made to be properly submissive, while Robby saw his father as his alpha, to be obeyed and to serve without question. He closed his eyes and relaxed. He enjoyed the way his alpha's warm meat filled his muzzle, the sweet taste of the alpha's pre slaking his thirst for cum. "That's not faiiirrrr!" roared a deep voice from nearby. Robby and Todd turned to see Susan, her body transforming faster than either of the males. They watched as her skin darkened to pure black, her face twisting into a monstrous canine muzzle. Clawed paws tore at the crotch of her jeans, the clumsy appendages unable to remove the tatters of her clothing, preventing her from the release of climax. Before their eyes she grew in size, becoming a tall, power, muscular, armor plated canine beast. A long, armored, lizard-like tail ripped from her rump, straining the seams of her shorts enough to make them fall away, exposing the scent of her heat fully. The sweet, musky odor that Robby had sampled earlier returned in full force. He was immediately overcome with the urge to fuck once again, his canine cock aching and throbbing with need. "Stupid males, fuck me!" Susan growled, "I'm in heat! Or do you two queers just want to fucking suck each other off all day." The she-beast turned and presented her rump, lifting her tail. Todd shoved Robby away and tossed the popcorn bowl onto the table, no longer needing something to splooge in now that he had an eager mate. The alpha roared as he too was fully consumed by his instincts. His body began to change, mirroring Susan's. His clothing was torn to shreds as weak human flesh erupted into powerful muscle and tough armor plating. Todd growled and lunged at Susan, the two dog-beasts crashing into a bookshelf, sending National Geographic's and TV Guides tumbling to the floor. The male's tail erupted from his backside with great force, shattering a lamp as he pivoted to pounce again. Robby watched his transformed parents fight with a smile on his canine face, his tongue hanging out as he panted and watched the two struggle for dominance. The last of the elder male's human form faded as he took on a quadrupedal gait, matching that of his former wife, now seen in his mind as a bitch in heat that wouldn't submit and let him mount her. Susan lunged at the larger male, but he rear back on his hind legs, landing on top of her. The female growled and hissed, trying to break free from the male, but she could not. She eagerly raised her tail to allow the dominant male entry. She yelped with pleasure as he slammed his prick into her, his knot stretching her wide and was pushed in hard enough to make an audible pop. The female snarled and yowled with delighted pleasure. "Fuck me! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me HARD! HARDER! HARDER!" she growled. "Give your mother something to suck on." The alpha snarled, "You know it takes a cock in her mouth to shut her up." "Grrr! You only wish! You never had the balls to force it in me! You call that hard?!" the lustful female growled back. Still humanoid, Robby approached his rutting parents cautiously. "Be quiet, bitch!" Todd said before biting down on Susan's armored neck, keeping her still. Robby scampered closer on all fours, kneeling in front of his mother, presenting her with his eager cock. The large female's tongue, a mix of canine and serpentine, encircled her son's member and pulled it into her mouth. The young male moaned, thrusting eagerly into his mother's muzzle, a pleasant warmth spreading through his body, which began to change to match the other two members of his pack. His shirt and pants quickly became useless scraps of cloth as his body grew and expanded. His muscles expanded, his skin toughened into black and red armored plates. His new tail lashed from side to side and shattered one leg of the wooden coffee table and causing it to topple over. He whimpered with each thrust, body caught up in the powerful feelings of both sex and transformation. He could no long balance, his body no longer humanoid. His forepaws landed on his alpha's back, which seemed to slowly become lower and lower. Confused, Robby flopped onto his side to get a better view. His mother's sharp teeth scratched as the flesh of his cock as he rotated, but his tough flesh wasn't harmed. He stared with confusion and fascination at what had happened. His father's tail had grown tremendously, while his mother's was nowhere to be seen. The armored flesh of her back appeared to merge with that of Todd's belly. Soon the alpha was forced to release his grip on his bitch's neck. Todd's forepaws seemed to push into Susan's own as if those of the female were liquid. Their hind legs merged in the same way. The fused body of the alpha and bitch continued to pulsate and twitch, the two still copulating. With a growl Susan spit out her son's cock. The two headed dog-lizard raised onto all fours. Robby whimpered and lowered his ears and head, showing himself to be submissive to the combine might of the two. Four heavy, armored breasts hung from the creature's belly, a massive, apple red dog-cock hung between its hind legs, just in front of a pair of puffy, ruby red lips that dripped with sexual desire. "Grrr... I didn't cum yet!" Todd and Susan snarled in unison. Both heads licked their lips as the fused parents eyed their pup. Robby smiled meekly and lifted his tail, eager to be of service to his alpha. The massive two headed beast leapt on him, its double sized prick already slicked with male and female precum alike. Even so it still hurt like hell going in. Robby whimpered as his parents drove their cock into his virgin ass. It was big, thick, and hot. The precum strung, the sheer girth made his tight tailhole burn from stretching so wide. But it also felt so good. The mounted he-bitch pushed back against his alpha's cock, eager to have it buried all the way inside of him. He howled with pain as his parents' knot was forced into him. The tie secured, the two headed beast began to buck against the smaller wolf-lizard. Robby yipped with each thrust, the huge cock pressing against something inside of him that sent delightful sensations through him. His cock rubbed against the carpet with each thrust as well, making the young pup feel so good. He felt a hot, fluid pressure on his back; new sensation began to fill him. He new he was merging with the two headed beast, soon to be a true three headed Cerberus. He felt his parents' tail curl around his own, absorbing its mass into theirs'. He felt the aching, dripping wetness that was their shared cunt. He felt the sweet pleasure of their massive cock pounding into his ass. He felt the pain fade as his flesh began to shift, no longer his rump and his ass. But the pleasure of being fucked only grew. The young canine threw his head back and howled as his cock sprayed its seed onto the floor for the last time. As the last jet left his member, the red flesh began to swell. The painful ache that demanded her plunge his cock into something returned. It wasn't his cock any longer. Hard, hot, rubbery nipples pressed against the armor plating of his back, pressed into it. Robby felt his chest swell, four orbs ballooning outward to massive size; he could feel their full heaviness, each one swollen with canid milk. His paws went numb as his forelegs were consumed by his parents' own. His mass added to them, making their combine body grow larger. Robby felt a sweet warmth trickling up his neck, surrounding his head and muzzle as they grew to a size to equal that of his parents. A soft, sleepy feeling filled his mind, pulling it back into a corner of his consciousness. A corner where it was snuggled and caressed by two others. His mind was his own, and yet it belonged to something else, a fourth sentience comprised of, and yet stronger than, the three that made it up. Cerberus looked around at the trashed living room with his six eyes. He snorted in disgust at what was on the television. The sexy green haired girl was long since gone, and so was the amusing carnival of human suffering, cruelty, and misery that was afternoon talk shows. It was the 5:00 news. The rubbish that wasn't national news, and wasn't good enough for the 6 o'clock showing. The beast snorted at it and nosed the power knob. The living room was silent for the first time since Susan's morning soaps had come on. Cerberus' cock still throbbed with need, and the canine monster figured that he might as well do what it was that dogs seemed to do best. He compared his bulk to the sofa. He was too big to lay on it comfortably. He'd be hanging off the front just a bit. The creature curled his tail around one ottoman over and pushed it up against the couch, and then the other one. He decided it was a good enough fix and hopped up onto the couch, flopping down on it and lifting a leg. A tawny furred handpaw reached down, encircling the canine member. "Hey," said a sensual feminine voice, "I was hoping to use that!" Parts of Cerberus recognized the naked, winged female feline as their son and his brother, but the gestalt entity that was Cerberus recognized the beautiful goddess for what she truly was. His mistress. Sekhmet climbed over the couch, snuggling with her new puppy-pet. Her shower had been invigorating, and educational, but she still craved more. She purred as she pressed her muzzle against one of Cerberus' own. Cerberus whimpered softly as his mistress took his aching cock into her eager depths. With so much pent up frustration built from Todd, to the merger of Todd and Susan, to the lack of release for the two before fully merging with Robby, Cerberus found his endurance woefully inadequate. He howled his pleasure as powerful jets of monster-cum flowed into Sekhmet's womb. "That's a bad puppy." Sekhmet said with a giggle, "I can see that I'm going to have to train you properly before we can go out and have fun with others." The goddess purred. "Now, I found this wonderful technique in the shower." Sekhmet continued, her handpaw reaching back past canine balls to find Cerberus' dripping slit, "Let's see if I have this right..." 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An unexpected gift for wife and friend. This is a replacement for the badly edited first submission -- my fault -- any volunteers to be an editor! Dorothy gulped at a glass of orange juice. Her head was throbbing even after standing for half an hour under a steaming hot shower. In the kitchen she fumbled with coffee, managing to spill grounds on the counter but enough found its way into the machine. Leaning on the back of a chair she looked round the sparkling kitchen with too much sunlight spilling through the blinds to focus on anything. Instead she closed her eyes wondering about last night which led to dreadful thoughts of what the consequences might be. It was never a good idea to have sex outside of marriage but last night it had been brought into the relationship. Could their bond of trust survive the drunken mistake? Scraping a chair away from the table Dorothy dropped her weary frame down hard. Five minutes later her friend walked in wearing a borrowed dressing gown. Elizabeth didn't look as bad as she felt but then her friend could take a drink and survive. "Morning Dotty," Elizabeth said quietly. Elizabeth was unsure how her friend might react this morning so took it easy. Pouring a coffee she sat down opposite her. "Sorry Lizzy," Dorothy said. "It's OK I don't eat breakfast," Elizabeth stated glibly. "You know what I mean," Dorothy responded, sounding exasperated. "I know you too well, you analyse things too much. Just forget it." The look on her friends face meant she had to convince her. "What happened was just a one off. If Tom is OK about it and I'm alright then you should relax too." "Tom is pretending to sleep with a really bad fake snore. I don't know how he feels about it yet." "I heard from the spare bedroom! That's what got me out of bed. I can't imagine him complaining can you?" Elizabeth reasoned. "Last night I was fool enough to think it might improve our sex life. Now I'm not so sure." Dorothy tried to explain. "You are probably right. Stop feeling guilty woman. We're entitled to some fun and games too you know. It's not just men that have urges," Elizabeth tried to console her. "What if he wants to start swinging? I couldn't," Dorothy complained. "It just happened, Dotty. It was one of those things that just, well, it happened so leave it at that. I enjoyed it. Don't you dare deny it! Tom probably thought it was all his birthdays rolled into one. I was well away last night so were you. Stop feeling guilty," Elizabeth sighed. "If you decide to give it another try I'm up for it. Joking!" Elizabeth hastily added. "By the look in you're eyes I'm not so sure," Dorothy teased back. "That's better. Just laugh it off. For heavens sake, don't give him a hard time over it either." Elizabeth advised. "What should I say to him?" Dorothy flustered. "Relax! Say nothing. You know what men are like. He won't want to talk about it. He won't know how. Look, it was great for me but that's it. Thanks for the fuck now I'm off." Elizabeth laughed. Dorothy looked shocked but took the point. She giggled then broke into a full blown belly laugh. They broke off suddenly when Tom walked into the kitchen. Their heads turned toward him. On hearing their laughter he thought it safe to approach what might have been an unexploded bombshell. Under their combined stares he hesitated before continuing to the fridge. They were checking him out like a couple of young women on the prowl. They looked good in the thin dressing gowns but he dare not stare. "Anyone want juice?" he asked. "I'd love some more of your juice Tom," Elizabeth quipped. The two women broke into giggles. Tom stood by the fridge knowing they had sorted it out between them, also realizing he was going to have to stand some flak. At least they were laughing. He just hoped it would last. When Elizabeth left, Dorothy might start to blame him for what happened last night. He looked at his wife seeing how influenced she was by her friend. Perhaps if Elizabeth stayed awhile he would get away with it without receiving an earful of nagging, or worse. "Elizabeth some decorum please," Dorothy said trying to sound offended and failing due to a tight lipped guffaw. "De-cum, is that like decaf?" Elizabeth patted her friends back as she choked on the coffee. "Sorry, Dotty. It's naughty to flirt with your husband. Let him fuck me and suck his cock but don't flirt with him." Dorothy gasped at her friend's directness. Tom just stood there waiting for his wife to explode in anger hoping he wouldn't be the target. Dorothy looked at him a moment then sipped the coffee. It sank in what her friend was doing. Elizabeth was no fool and she certainly wasn't a slut. Elizabeth was bringing it all out into the open, forcing them to face up to it. "Well you looked as though you needed a good seeing to. I just happen to have a stud in the house that could handle you," Dorothy said, with a sweet innocent smile. Elizabeth looked directly at Tom's crotch. "Thank you Dotty. He is and he did. A very good seeing too. You're a very lucky woman," she said, with a wistful look in her eyes. "Any time Elizabeth." Dorothy said. Realizing what had been offered she wanted to bite the words back. It was hard to continue as her thoughts became troubled. "Well the stud wants breakfast, how about it ladies?" Tom asked. "You must be exhausted after such a performance last night. Come on let's cook the stud some breakfast." Elizabeth told her friend. Grabbing an arm she hoisted her up out of the chair to get her going before she started to sink into another funk. Dorothy the faithful domesticated wife worked on automatic pilot floating around the kitchen handing Elizabeth implements and instructions. Eventually she told her friend. "You're useless. Sit down and let me do it." Tom still suspected his wife might turn on him once Elizabeth left. He just didn't understand how he had got away with it or what the teasing had been all about. "So, how long you staying?" "I'm driving back after breakfast. I'll probably get dressed first though." Neither of them laughed. She caught him eyeing up her cleavage and pulled the gown together. It had been too long since a man had looked at her like that over the breakfast table. It was nice but wrong. He was her friend's husband and very much, off limits. Last night would have to remain just a delightful memory. "I thought you would visit friends while here. It might be a long time before you return." Tom suggested. "That sounds like a great idea Lizzy. Why don't I take you round the old gang? They would love to see you after all this time." Dorothy enthused. Always one to make quick decisions, Elizabeth agreed. They left the clearing-up to Tom while dressing and fussing over what to wear. Eventually they left so Tom started to relax. "A whole afternoon to do whatever I want." He muttered. "I can't remember what I like to do though," he laughed. Rejecting chores, car and house fixing he looked through an old film collection. He didn't want to sit at home drinking alone and meeting friends was out of the question. He might spill the sordid truth about last night after a few drinks. That would spell disaster. Dorothy would never forgive him. There was nothing on the box so slipping in a DVD of a favorite movie he opened a can of beer. He sat back in the favorite chair feeling pleased that he had got away with it. The phone rang. He jumped up startled from a deep sleep. "Damn! I've wasted an afternoon of freedom! Hello!" he answered sounding gruff. "Hi! Mister Wonderful, how about a lift home." Dorothy said sounding as though she had more than enough which was probably only three glasses of wine. Tom sighed heavily. It was only nine and they were ready for home. He knew where Jenny lived so dropped the receiver and hurried over. Helping them into the car took a great deal of patience. The women had spent all afternoon together talking yet even now they turned at the door to discuss another absent friend. They hugged again and tottered toward the car. "I'll pick up Dorothy's car tomorrow if that's OK?" Tom asked Jenny, seeing it was blocking their drive. "OK Tom, or should I call you Mister Wonderful," Jenny beamed with red wine staining her teeth. Before he could escape she put her arms around him for a hug. That was fairly normal as they were friends but the big sloppy kiss was unexpected. If he wasn't mistaken her lips were parted too. If he didn't have enough problems already he might have taken advantage. In the car the two women dissected the gossip. Apparently there had been a few friends dropping by for a chat which was convenient. They could discuss them when they left with whoever was still there. Tom cringed at the thought of Jenny boring Bill with all that female gossip. He remembered they were separated and figured that's why she had hugged him so tight. "Straight home, Mister Wonderful," Dorothy announced. "What's all this Wonderful stuff?" he asked. "Elizabeth has been telling them all how wonderful you are." Dorothy laughed. They both broke into titters. "You didn't tell them about last night did you?" he exclaimed. "No silly. Just get us home. Quick I'm bursting," Dorothy told him. "I was just telling them how lucky she is to have such an attentive husband, that's all," Elizabeth joined in. They both laughed at a shared joke. Tom kept looking back at them in the mirror wondering what it was all about. Just the sight of them together made him hard. Tom walked into the lounge with a large scotch to dull his embarrassment. They were relaxing on the same comfortable chairs as last night and he was stiffening up at the thought of what happened. Sitting down carefully he tried to hide the lump in his trousers. While swirling the ice he stared into the glass trying to think of something else other than having two sexy drunken women so close. "No! You two have had enough," he told them. "What have you go there, a stiff one?" Elizabeth said, and they both giggled. "Just two fingers of pure malt," he said, trying not to rise to the bait. "Oh! Nice! I could do with two fingers," Elizabeth teased. Tom looked at his wife surprised she was accepting the rude comments. "You two are behaving like naughty school girls." When they made faces at him and blew raspberries he just shook his head with a rueful smile. When he came home with some guys from the pub she had said much the same thing about him and his friends. It was a pain being sober with them finding everything so funny. After having sex with them the barriers were so much more relaxed. When they started discussing him as though he wasn't there it was too much. "I used to be able to cook. She de-skilled me," he said defensively. "Oh! You've still got some very nice skills," his wife added suggestively. "Don't get out of hand women or I'll have to smack your bottoms," he warned them playfully. "Ooowww! Promises, promises," they chorused. "He can be so masterful Lizzy," Dorothy added. "Come over here and I'll teach you to behave," he said. He didn't catch what his wife murmured to her friend while inelegantly sliding off the chair. He was too surprised that she didn't just follow up on the teasing but was staggering over to him. She stood before him with a finger in her mouth telling him, "Sorry I misbehaved like a naughty girl," she giggled. He couldn't think of a witty remark so pulled her over his knee. He tickled her until she squirmed helplessly out of breath pleading for him to stop. "Are you going to behave now?" Tom asked, trying to sound serious. "No!" she cried out between giggles. He lifted the back of the dress to playfully slap the white cotton panties. She continued to say 'no' without much complaint so he bunched the panties to bare her cheeks and slapped her again. He wasn't spanking her hard but she stopped giggling. "Are you going to behave yourself now?" he asked. "Yes sir," she told him. "Good, otherwise I might have sent you to stand in the corner," he warned her playfully. Tom had almost forgotten Elizabeth was there while concentrating on his wife. When she rolled off onto the floor in a fit of giggles Elizabeth took her place before he had a chance to deter her. He was unsure of this. Looking at his wife pulling her dress down he waited hesitantly for a reaction. "She started it. You should give the naughty bitch more than me," his wife chuckled, trying to sound like a petulant teen. "Yes sir, I have been very naughty," Elizabeth murmured. Watching her friend being spanked juiced her up bringing on another slave fantasy. She closed her eyes imagining being forced over a master's knee ready for punishment. The humiliation of it was fueling a heat between the legs difficult to resist. When he pulled the back of the dress up, she pulled her panties down. The unfamiliar feeling of lacy knickers sliding down the backs of her legs was so erotic it pushed her further into the fantasy. It was obvious even to Tom she wanted this so he slapped a cheek to see what happened. Instead of delivering a funny line she counted out loud and thanked him. "One, thank you for punishing me, Maser," Elizabeth whispered. She was hardly aware of where she was. In her imagination she was a harem girl being punished by her master. "Two, thank you for punishing me, Master," she continued with a line from a bath-time fantasy. Reaching ten, five on each cheek, he told her that was enough. She arose to stand before him with head bowed in shame. "Thank you Master for punishing me," Elizabeth croaked. Her mouth was dry, her wet panties were on the floor and she felt humiliated from voicing a naughty fantasy before friends. Tom and Dorothy looked at each other and shrugged. Dorothy watched in fascination as her friend struggled to back out of a very personal revelation. Dorothy was about to laugh it off but decided to take advantage. All through school Elizabeth had been the leader, as she had been all afternoon with friends. Seeing how vulnerable this self-important business woman had become seemed too good an opportunity to miss. "Thank your master properly, slave," Dorothy told her. With hand signals and a grin aimed at her husband she meant for him to play along. Tom looked at his wife with a doubtful look unsure of what she was up to. When Elizabeth had been ass upward over his lap it was obvious how excited and carried away with lust she had become. It was easy to guess something of what she was into. He sat staring at Elizabeth seeing the hesitation in her eyes. She was torn between a private need and the embarrassment of revealing it. "On your knees slave and thank your master," Dorothy ordered more forcefully. It was obvious she had a master slave thing and would use this naughty little revelation to tease her whenever they met. Elizabeth's heart pounded in her chest as she sank to her knees. The desperation was a torment tearing her insides out. This had been a harmless bath-time fantasy for years but it was no longer private. The humiliation was driving her on, stoking up the fires of passion. She shuffled forward on hands and knees toward him. Reaching out diffidently at first, she became subsumed in the passion of the moment, and boldly grabbed the bulge in his jeans. She almost tore it free to rub her face over his hard cock. Tom just sat there mesmerized. Dorothy hadn't meant it to go this far. She too was spellbound at the sight of her friend nuzzling her husbands cock. She had expected Elizabeth to turn it into a joke. Leaning forward Elizabeth hesitated dramatically above his hardness with a pair of luscious full lips forming an 'O'. "Thank you master," she said quietly. She sucked it into her mouth between wet lips, salivating over it. Lifting her head she licked its full length from balls to tip. Her hand burrowed into his jeans to fondle his balls. Lifting her head again she dropped it to suck powerfully on the head of his penis. They both watched intently his cock disappearing into her mouth. Her head began to bob up and down in a steady pumping action in his lap. Dorothy was both appalled and fascinated at the same time. She slid down beside her husband onto the sofa watching her best friend sucking his cock down her throat. Elizabeth was completely lost in a fantasy. She was a dutiful slave satisfying a master's command after being punished. If she was lucky and fulfilled his bestial desires he might let her cum too. Tom watched his cock disappear between those rosebud lips sucking on his cock with gusto. Feeling it squeezed in her throat he almost spurted down it but the close presence of his wife brought him back from the brink. A few more strokes and it would be impossible to wait for his wife's approval. Nothing in the world could hold him back. This was the moment. He watched her come up for air. She sucked his cock down to the balls and he spurted down her throat. She spluttered and coughed but managed to swallow most of his sperm. What was missed splattered over her face as she lifted her head. Dorothy pulled the back of Elizabeth's dress up over her head leaving her naked except for a bra. She wiped her husband's sperm off Elizabeth's face with the expensive silk dress adding to the sense of vindictiveness. Dorothy was enthralled with the power held over her friend. It would only last as long as Elizabeth was in the grip of that fantasy so determined to keep her there. "Now prepare your master for me, slave," she demanded. Elizabeth sucked his flaccid cock into her mouth working it hard with tongue and lips stroking it with one hand while juggling his balls with the other. He hoped it might take some time to recover but the way that tongue was licking his cock with lips tightly squeezing it there was no way to resist. The erection showed in a cheek then disappeared down her throat. "Leave it slave," Dorothy commanded. She was enjoying the unfamiliar sense of power. On hearing little mewling sounds Dorothy looked between her legs to find she was playing with herself. Elizabeth's face hovered over his cock with an expression of lustful need. "Slave, turn around and sit on your masters cock," Dorothy said. She wasn't sure if it stemmed from guilt or some weird fascination. Dorothy maneuvered her friend over her husbands cock pushing her down onto it. She watched her husband lift his hips to reach deep into her friend. He began a lusty heaving of their bodies. Elizabeth's breasts jiggled in time with every thrust and with every deep penetration she emitted little whimpering sounds of enthusiasm. Again he spurted into her only this time it was aimed at her womb not her throat. Deep inside, held tight by strong muscles, an upward thrust brought on a long and hard orgasm. Dorothy watched her husband cum into her friend with a look of consternation on her face. Their contorted faces and the guttural sounds were fascinating yet she thought it was wrong to be enjoying the performance. Her best friend was humping her husband! She slipped off the sofa trying to be unobtrusive which was easy to do considering the state they were in. The sooner Elizabeth left the better she thought. With a sigh she realized it had been her fault to encourage them. She laid awake listening to them making out again in the lounge before falling into a fitful sleep full of bewildering dreams. As Elizabeth had advised she didn't give Tom a hard time though she was thankful he was giving her a hard time. Over the next few weeks he was so attentive she soon forgave him and herself. By the time her friend phoned she had forgiven her too. With the usual banalities over Elizabeth came to the point, "I'm late." She stated flatly. "What for?" Dorothy asked, thinking her friend had to go. "My period, I'm late." "Oh, that. I'm often late and sometimes early. What have you been up to naughty girl?" Dorothy teased. Remembering the fantasy she was about to tease her when Elizabeth exploded with whoosh of words. "Nothing! Not since, you know, that weekend." "Well it's too early to tell and it can't be Tom, we've given up trying." Dorothy laughed nervously with a tinge of regret thrown in. "Is it you or him Dotty? Sorry to ask, but I'm worried." "I'm fertile but his count is low so stop worrying." Dorothy sighed on remembering the anguish when first married. They had soon got over it but being reminded wasn't easy on her. "OK! I'm just anxious I guess." Elizabeth sighed. They continued to catch up on gossip about friends, helping them forget about the naughty weekend reassuring each other it was alright. That evening Dorothy was more than ever in the mood for her husband's advances. 'If only,' she thought. A couple of weeks later Elizabeth phoned as promised just to keep in contact. Dorothy caught on to the edge in her voice and wondered what the trouble was. Eventually she blurted out, "I'm pregnant Dotty." The line was silent for a moment with just the buzz of electricity louder than their thoughts. "Did you hear what I said?" "Yes!" Dorothy breathed out the word in a long sigh. "What are you going to do about it?" she asked eventually. "I don't know. It's still a shock. I'm sorry Dotty. What should I do, you're the sensible one." "Don't do anything rash. How do you know, have you had tests?" Dorothy asked. "Yes, it's confirmed," Elizabeth sobbed. "Hey! Cheer up it's marvelous, a wonderful thing." Dorothy tried to sound cheery. "What about my career! I'm not marred so this will go down like a brick in the office. I'll be showing soon. What am I going to do? I feel stupid being caught at this age, I should have known better." Elizabeth wailed. "We can't talk on the phone you had better come over and discuss it. Tom will have to be involved too." Dorothy insisted. A thought struggled through her mind of having a child, even Elizabeth's child to care for. It was a thrilling half formed idea. In the state Elizabeth was in she might get rid of it and their only hope of having a family. Elizabeth didn't fly over as Dorothy hoped but took the advice and held fast on making plans. They talked on the phone over the weeks and eventually came to an arrangement between them. Three months had passed since the naughty weekend when Elizabeth arrived at the airport. "Hi, Tom." Elizabeth nervously greeted him with a not too obvious pregnant tummy. "Hi! You look radiant," he said, while hugging her gently. "Well you seem to be taking this all so very well," Elizabeth said with an accusing tone. "I think it's great. I've no problem with it, so, neither should you," he chided. He ran a hand over her tummy. "How is everything?" She was about to tell him to leave her body alone then realized it was his lump. The impact hit her hard. Alone at home it had been easy to forget he had something to do with it. This bump, this trouble, was partly his. 'How stupid to get into this situation,' she angrily thought, yet again. "You OK?" he asked. "Yea sure," she answered with sarcasm. "How's Dorothy?" "She's fine, well, you'll see for yourself." Elizabeth was too preoccupied to pick up on the vague reply. They drove on in silence. Elizabeth had a grim look upon her face and Tom a silly grin on his. More than once she cursed men for having such an easy life. They walked into the lounge with Tom shouting a usual greeting to his wife. Dorothy wiped her hands on a towel and joined them from the kitchen. "You look great," she enthused while wrapping her arms around her friend. "Hey! What the hell!" Elizabeth yelped. She stood back holding onto Dorothy's arms. "No!" she gasped. "Yes!" Dorothy grinned, while nodding her head up and down in silly exaggerated movements. Elizabeth had felt more than her own pregnant bump pressing between them. "Why didn't you tell me?" Elizabeth shot back at her friend. The accusation of deceit was ignored as both Dorothy and Tom grinned at her. "I'm three months gone! Isn't it wonderful!" she declared. She was massaging her tummy with one hand and with the other held on to Tom. "How in hell's name did this happen?" Elizabeth moaned. They looked so pleased with themselves she couldn't bring herself to shout at them. "You know how it happened," Dorothy beamed. "You must have excited him into producing all those wonderful active sperm. Thank you Lizzy!" she beamed. "What about me?" Elizabeth cried. A terrible thought dawned upon her that they wouldn't want the child now they had their own. "You can stay here with us as arranged. Nothings changed. We can be one big happy family." Dorothy said. She beamed brightly looking ever more like the earth mother she had always wanted to be. "and, getting bigger all the time." Tom said, still grinning inanely. "I need a drink!" Elizabeth declared. "No drinking, mother to be." Dorothy scolded her. "I know, I know," she whispered. Next morning the two friends settled into the kitchen with Elizabeth admiring the swift movements that brought coffee and a full breakfast before her. "Maybe this might work," she conceded. "I've had an appetite for other things too, how about you?" Dorothy asked. "I guess we'll be sharing damn notes for the next six months. Recently, yes, I must admit." Elizabeth said, between mouthfuls of toast and beans. "I've been thinking about the arrangements. The spare room has a queen sized bed so it won't be a problem. It's which nights you want, I mean, we should have set nights otherwise it might become awkward." Dorothy suggested nervously. "What?" Elizabeth said, not really listening. "With Tom I mean. We should decide which nights he spends with us." Elizabeth choked on a piece of bacon. "Am I hearing you right? Damn! Lizzy! When did you become so liberated?" "He's the father of your child. Perhaps you might want some comforting? It would be nice to have the father of your child cuddle you, or what ever, maybe. Just a suggestion," Dorothy said, tailing off into a murmur. "In bed, spending the night with your husband?" Elizabeth stopped short on feeling the familiar squishy feeling between the legs. She had thought of that naughty weekend many times since and fantasized over it. Though it had turned into a nightmare on realizing she was pregnant. Recently she had to admit her body was becoming charged with sexual longings. "The father of my child." Elizabeth mused. She rolled the thought around her mind liking the feeling of it. "The father of our children." Dorothy corrected her.	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Disclaimer Machine is a yiff series. Due do the nature of this series; I ask that you don't ignore future postings because each one covers a different kink. Grammar Nazis are welcomed with large cookies and a hug. Any resemblance between nouns used inside of this story and those outside of it, existent or otherwise are purely coincidental. Kinks: Spanking System activated... Connecting sensory nodes... Greetings user, MACHINE is a product produced by the Vendis Intergalactic Product - Manufacturing Corporation. All VIP-MC technology is covered by patient 30.235.291.42567 of the United Planets Federation. The events you are about to experience were recorded by a Virtual Sensory Recording unit with implied consent from owner of the machine. The VSR will play back thoughts, emotions, and of course all six of the primary senses. Names have been changed to protect the identities of those involved in the individual VSR recording. Any resemblance to any person, living, dead, or imaginary is purely coincidental. Your VSR will begin shortly, please be patient while the simulation loads. If you would like to purchase a MACHINE after the VSR is finished please see the sales brochure that was packaged with your VSR playback unit. Creating environment... Buffering content... Engaging VSR matrix... Talena approached the entrance to the machine that sat outside her apartment complex. Since it's installation she had used it a number of times. It was nice way to blow off steam after a full week of work. She walked naked up to the entrance, well aware of it's policy on clothes. The lovely female cheetah placed her arm on the doorway, leaning into the cool metal room. "Guess who's back?". "Oh! My favorite customer! Welcome back Mrs. Talena!," an electronic voice called to her from inside, "You'll be happy to know this is your hundredth visit to this unit. Please take a seat I'll be with you shortly." Talena continued up the the smooth plastic table, running her hand over it's surface, reminiscing all things she'd been though on it. The Cheetah took a seat, laying down on the table and moving her arms into position. The metal restraints locked her in shortly, she pulled against them for the feeling. It was becoming a sexual stimulant to her. The computer began spouting off like a school girl, "The VIP-MC main computers contacted me earlier this week, your recordings are being published as our first ever mega series. You've become quite the figurehead in our recordings library. The MACHINE Cluster has decided to share some profit with you, I'm truly happy for you. Really I am. I was thinking we could film a special. Oh my all this talk and no work. Let me get started..." Talena was dumbstruck by what the computer was saying, she just like the freaky weird kinks this machine put you into. She had paid no attention to her popularity standings, not that she was aware she was popular to begin with. The restraints moved her until she was laying on her stomach. "As I was saying, A special. I'm going to call your employer and get you some time off. We need a month of solid film time." Talena felt sexually excited, A little fearful of doing something for a month strait but it drove her sexually to think about being trapped for a month. Talena felt part of the table fold down, her legs folded in causing her busty ass to round out as her ankles were brought together and held in place. The Cheetah's breasts pressed against the table, they were somewhat of a pillow at the moment. "I hope you don't mind, I processed your activity some time ago, back when I received the splendid information you'd become a superstar. I've been waiting two days, four hours, ten minutes, and thirty seven seconds for you to arrive. I planned it all out some time ago." A metal hand came down hard on Talena's ass, she gasped a little. "I hope you enjoy being spanked, your such a naughty girl, I bet your used to it. People must spank you for misbehaving so often." The machine slowly spread Talena's legs into a V before swatting her ass. The smack resonated inside the metal room. Another swat on her snatch left the cheetah in pain. "AHHH!" "ohh yes in my excitement I seem to have forgotten. Lets get the pain converter on you." An arm moved in front of Talena's vision It carried some chip. She quickly found it being stamped into her forehead. It hurt for a second but she could feel a line of pleasure stretching down her neck though her torso all the way to her crotch. It felt wonderful, but not overpowering. "It's quite a special chip I just put in your forehead. It takes pain signals and distributes them across your entire body before sending them back to your brain. Once the pain signal makes it way back to your brain the chip converts it to pure pleasure and sends it down the line you've no doubt noticed." Another hand came down on her ass, pain spread out from the point of impact to the edges of her body. Talena writhed on the table, it did not hurt a lot since it was spread out but her body made the effort to move away from the uncomfortable sensation. The pain seemed to hover for a few seconds. It drover Talena crazy, it was like a bad itch you could not scratch. Slowly it began to receded from her toes. The feeling continued to travel towards her neck, as if draining. It focused at a point on her forehead where it became a small headache. As the last of the pain drained away, the point seemed to bust into pure ecstasy before shooting down her neural pathways. A wave of pleasure crashed against the walls of Talena's crotch, her clitoris felt as though it was ready to explode. She could feel her vaginal lubricants flowing, making their way out of her and onto her legs. The hand struck the cheetah repeatedly, osculating between ass cheeks and thighs. Her ass soon felt as if it was on fire. The feeling spread to the rest of her body. Her every cell thought it was on fire. The machine began to build a steady rhythm on her ass. The drumming maintained a steady beat on each cheek. The amount of pain she felt after each blow growing sharper as time passed. The occasional slap on her groin would conflict with the pleasure being sent there. The distress of her every cell aching and the unwavering pleasure it later brought was hard to keep track of. As it continued to spank her the feeling compounded itself. She could feel the headache as well. The constant pain seemed unbearable, but the building headache distracted her. The string of nerves tethered to her snatch could feel a trickle of pleasure, as if the chip could not hold all of the pain at once. She could feel it picking up, becoming a stream, then a river, and finally a flood. The cheetah moaned, she built up to an orgasm after orgasm within seconds. Between pleasure and pain it was agony from both sides. Talena screamed and shouted "NOOO! OAAAHHHH STOPPP AAHHHHHH.". The orgasms caused her body to shutter in her restraints. The splashing sound of her juices landing on the floor. Her hearing seemed to fade out, her vision following suit, the smell of her sexual activities became duller as her brain became unable to process everything it was being sent. The headache turned into a migraine, she felt like puking. There was no room for thinking. At some point all she could comprehend was pain and pleasure. Her body seemed to float unsupported. The table in her state of mind did not exist; Only the sharp pains coming from her ass and the pleasure that soon followed. It seemed to go on and on, until nothing existed. Pain nor pleasure entered her consciousness. A sense of nothing washed over her for a brief second before she slammed back into consciousness. The sudden processing of sight and sound disturbing her. There was no longer any pleasure, just a glowing burning in her ass. Talena looked about, she was somewhere in the middle of a city park. Bent over in a pillory. The sensation of being spanked hit her. A much smoother less mechanical smack. The sound of someone laughing from behind her. "I think she felt that one!, spank her again!" Talena suddenly stopped hearing. The voice of the machine began to ring in her mind. "Hello there dear, good to see you've finally awaken. I'll start with the bad news, since you'll want to hear the good news last. The bad news is that you're no longer employed! The good news is that VIP-MC headquarters has graciously accepted your application for employment. I filled the paper work out for you. Your new job is going to be non-stop fun! You are going to cycle through non-stop activities with me." The machine paused for a while. "In the mean time, being the naughty girl that you are you need to be spanked publicly. I've turned off the chip since you need to be punished. Maybe you'll learn your lesson before it's time for our next activity." It left her to her senses and whoever was behind her wailing on her ass. "HeeLlpP" an incoherent word came from her mouth as she tried to yell for help. The raspy feeling in the through reminder her of all her screaming inside the machine's chamber. Her attempts to move her body failed. Aside from being restrained she felt like she had run a hundred miles, She ached and badly. Then another hand came down on her ass. Returning to reality... VSR Matrix disengaged... Dumping Cache... Thank you for buying from VIP-MC, trusted provider of everything for over a century. We hope you have enjoyed your VSR, if you feel disoriented or feel that you are still in a simulation please contact a VIP-MC certified therapist for assistance.	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First off I don't own any char of the Digimon series, But I do own a char name Alphonse. Please forgive me if there are grammar and spelling errors so far. I still haven't think of his mother's name yet, but I will keep my head spin so the story keeps on. Until then, enjoy. Chapter 10: First Day of Event Part - 1 Al rush to the kitchen after Renamon told him that his mother finally awoke. He looked for a bucket or other similar in the kitchen for his mother's vomit. The first thing pop in to his mind was to look at the sink. It usually has a small closet below the sink where the plumber fixes the drain. He opens the closet door and found what he was looking for. A small bucket with a sponge, a rug, and a brush in it. "Got it!" he said and grabbed the bucket and throw away what's inside of it to the side of him. He heard that his mother was about to hurl. In panic he rushed to her mother with the empty bucket and said, "Hold on a little longer, mom!" Somehow his mother didn't hear him and started to hurl louder until she was unable to contain any longer. Thus she start to vomit, flooding the floor with her digested food last night for several seconds. "OH MAAAN!!" yelled Al in agony while she vomiting. "YOU DID IT AGAIN, MOM!!" "Morning, dear," said mother feeling better after vomiting. "Do you have to yell that loud in front of me?" "Look mom, I'm sorry that I yelled at you. It's just that you always vomit every time you arrive at home." He said trying to be calm a little, "It's really not nice to give your only child a hard labor on Sunday." "I'm really sorry about that, dear," replied mom and then hold her head for her headache. "Guess I had too much to drink that's why I still hurling." "Your unbelievable, mom," said Al and then went to the kitchen and grabbed a mop and water in the bucket he held before. "The aspirin is on the table, mom. I've prepare it this early morning." "Early morning?" she asked while grabbing the pills and glass of water to drink it. "That's not very usual for you to wake that early." "Well it was a bad dream, mom." He replied and then started mopping the floor, "That's why I awake so early. You should cut the beer. It's bad for your health." "I know, but the customer always offered me a drink or two, and eventually I got drunk." Said his mother and then went to the window to open it. A morning breeze blowing filling the house with a new air and also excising the foul smell of her vomit. She inhaled the breeze deep filling her lungs with fresh air, "Hmm... fresh air in the morning really calm me down. So will you continue your slumber after that?" All Al did was raising his shoulder with an express of 'I haven't thought of that' from his whole body, still mopping the floor until it is clean. "Well I would, because I got less sleep on weekdays. Thank goodness it is Sunday so good morning then." She continued and headed to her room where much further way from Al's room. Then he remembered that his door was wide open which makes him gasp in silent when his mother went to her room by passing his. But Al remains silent and observing her reaction when she passes his room, no responds so far. After his mother went into her room with a sound of door closing, he rushed to his front room still holding the mop. What he saw was a complete relief because his door was closed. After that he continued moping the floor until it was clean and shining thanks to his effort for 15 minutes. He went directly to the kitchen, cleaning the mop, bucket and himself and then grabbed some breads and a bottle of water for Renamon. Then he went back to his room. He opened the door and saw that Renamon was sitting at the window looking at the beautiful Sunday morning. "Nice view isn't it?" he asked while closing the door slowly. "Not much." She said without removing her view, "when you compare it to the Digital World." She turned her head and looked at Al bringing more bread and water. "Um... yeah. I think you are right," said Al without a second thought. "Anyway, sorry for bring in more breads. It is the only thing I can get for an unwanted guest without anyone suspicion." "I can understand with that." She replied and then walks grabbing one of the bread. And then went silent for a minute or two. "So, are you going home to your tamer today? The sky is clear right now." He asked trying to get another conversation. "Not really." She replied while munching the bread. "What do you mean?" he asked wondering her answer. "Someone will pick me up." She replied. "And that is all I can say for now. The rest is up to them and you." "Okay... I'm completely lost right there. What do you mean it is up to me?" he asked her but she didn't answer. A moment later he heard a car came by at his front house. He looked outside just to see three women and a man step out of the red car, although that red car seems familiar. Al looked at the man closely. Then suddenly he realizes that the man was Takato. Then that means that car belong to Miss Kari Kamiya. Thus without any more doubts he saw that Kari came out of the car. "Miss Kamiya?" said Al bluntly. "How did she find my home?" He looked again and saw one of the women beside Kari took out something from her right side. She watches closely to the thing she took for a moment and then walks to Al's entrance house. Al dashed right toward the door before the door bell rang. But no avail as the bell rang before he reached it. Al yell, "I'll get it!" while running didn't care whether his mother heard him or not. Al open the door and greet his teacher and her friends which he didn't recognize the other three. "Morning Miss Kamiya. What a surprise to see you in the morning at my house." He then looked at Takato, "Morning Mister Takato." Then he looked at the three new faces. "And who are they?" "They are my friends, Alphonse. And good morning to you too," replied Kari with a smile. "I see. Well then come in and make yourselves at home." He said and opened the door widely and led them inside to the living room. All of the guests looked around his house and they think it was quite decent. "It's not much that you can see in my house. Please, sit down. Can I get you something?" said Al with a smile and a little bit curious. "Water will be fine." Replied a woman with a knot on her pale dark brown hair and the others nod. "Okay then just a moment." Said Al and walked to the kitchen and another five minute brought five glasses of water. He served the drinks to the table. "Sorry for the inconvenient everyone," said Al trying to start the conversation. "Miss Kamiya, Mister Takato. Do you mind introducing me to them?" "Right," said Takato. "First off, the girl who asked for water, named Suzie." The dark pale brown girl greet with a wave. "The glee full woman next to her was Yolei." The long purple pony tail hair greets Al with a 'Hi!' "And the cold silent type woman here is Rika." The red brown short hair didn't greet Al because she was glaring at Takato. "See what I mean? And these are our digimons." He said while taking a same device like the short hair woman Rika was looking before. "Guilmon, Lopmon, Impmon," Suzie took the same device as well except they were two with different color than Takato's, "and Hawkmon." Yolei took out her device again identical to Suzie and Takato. "Hello there everyone," Al greet with a smile as well. "And where is yours, Miss Rika?" "Oh... you've already met her yesterday." said Rika with a soft voice, very different when Takato told him before. "You mean Renamon was yours?" he asked bluntly without a thought. "Yes," another voice appears from behind Al, and that makes Al jump from his seat unable to withstand his surprise treatment. "I am her digimon." "Argh... Do you have to do that all the time, Renamon?" yelled Al because he is angry at Renamon who use teleportation to reach him and the guests. "Well. In my world, my race was known as a shadow assassin." She said with a smile then walks toward Rika. "So stealth and teleport is a basic skill we have." "Oh yeah, well I will accept your reasons if they didn't give a heart attack again," said Al with a sarcastic tone. Takato nod his head while the girls laughing. "Anyway, back in to the topics at hand." Al looked at the guests for a moment in silent. "I expect that Miss Yolei, Miss Rika, and Suzie are having the same problem like you, Miss Kamiya?" All of them looked at each other and nodded. "Yes, they are," said Kari as their representative. "We are, as you already know, the Digi Destiny. Each us has been bestowed with a partner to fight against evil. " "For several years we keep the world at peace," said Yolei in a serious tone. "And now a new threat has consumed the earth again." "But this time, it is in the game." said Suzie continued the next sentences. "Even though it's just a game, it gave a lot of side effects to the Digital World," said Rika. "Most Digimon has been corrupted by the game program and went berserk. Those who aren't were killed by the berserk Digimon." Said Takato continued the next sentences. "And that's where we come in line," said Kari. "We tried to protect everyone not just in the game, but the tournament as well, just like you saw the event yesterday." "However, as much as we tried to protect them," continued by Rika. "The glitches gave stronger effects to the real Digimon and thus paralyze them on the spot. And to make matters worse is it will become frequent." "Forgive me for interruption. But there was a rabbit Digimon that didn't get the effect. How is that possible?" asked Al remembering yesterday event. "Rabbit Digimon, you mean Antylamon?" asked Suzie. "He has a device that can protect him from the glitches. Our Digimon has the same equipment, except those who enter the battle stadium, because we don't want to get suspicious by the administrator." "But seeing Angewomon and that Beelzeb-guy fell limp at the arena has raise enough suspicion, aren't they?" asked Al again. "True. But the admin didn't watch the stadium directly," said Rika answering the questions. "They only watch it through data logs. So they didn't know if there are changes because of the glitches. Other than that, most people ignore it." "Of course if someone from the admin came and watch it," said Yolei with laughter. "There is no way the admin will notice the glitches behind logs." "What about in the game?" asked Al again. "Will they ever get suspicious too?" "Well about that," said Takato shrugging his head for a while. "Since the admin gladly created an imitation for hunting purpose, it is very rare to see an infected Digimon attack humans. Of course the infection itself didn't happen very often." "But how can you spot which one is infected and which one is not?" "Weird question yet simple to answer," Said Rika, "The one that hasn't been infected was hiding without any human notice, while the infected one roams freely barraging the area." "Man... I gave up." Said Al raising his hand didn't want to argue anymore with them. "Looks like what mister Takato said was true about you miss Rika. Plus, I can't win against adult and more experiences than me that have just start the game." "Wise choice Alphonse," said Suzie with a smile. "Please call me Al." corrected Al while holding his forehead feeling a little dizzy by their explanations. "I rather called by surname instead of full name." "Alright, since I know all of your stories. What are your intentions on coming here with your ... partners?" asked Al after hearing enough all the problems he wanted to hear. "We, the representative of the Digi Destiny, would like to invite you to join the team," said Takato with a serious tone. That's it for now. I do you enjoy the stories so far, since from now on it will be a complete slow update. But still a promise is a promise, and I will intend to keep it until the time is right. Thank you for those who have chose my previous stories as their fav.	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Post-apocalyptic. What does that call to mind? An endless desert? Bombedut shells barely recognizable as buildings? Perhaps hordes of living dead, roaming highways and shopping centers. Shambling or sprinting, take your pick. Most people would have said something along those lines, until recently. If I'd asked any passer-by on the street, most people would have mentioned Logan's Run, Fallout or 28 Days Later. Until recently. Until the apocalypse actually happened. Not a nuclear apocalypse, nor a zombie apocalypse, but definitely an apocalypse. How so? Let's consider what makes an apocalypse. The nuclear apocalypse and the zombie apocalypse are not so different: They both start with a huge loss of human life and the total breakdown of civilization and society. In both cases, those who are left try to survive in an almost impossibly hostile environment. Humanity is no longer the indisputable dominant species. Food, water and weapons become the only things worth keeping. It's no longer safe to be alone. Yes, we have definitely seen the apocalypse. The only things missing are the radioactive deserts and the mindless infected dead. I look out of the perfectly preserved windows of my house, which is still standing just as proudly as it did 20 years ago, and I see the same green fields I've always seen. It's not completely the same...I don't see any cars passing by, or even many people. And it's not where I was 20 years ago, but still... As one may expect, at least from the undead variety of apocalypse, none knows exactly how it happened. Some people attribute it to concerted terrorism, some claim the governments betrayed them. I don't buy either of these. What could any government possibly have to gain from this situation? I don't think there even are any governments now. How could any group of terrorists possibly gain the necessary resources and communication network and remain undetected? I've even heard some people say that our apocalypse is the result of direct divine intervention. Those people don't usually live very long, for one reason or another. Still...it's the only theory I've heard that answers all the questions, if the answer is so...well, never mind. Leaving aside mysteries for now, I'll focus on what few certainties we have. We know that somehow, all our means of communication stopped working. The internet and phones died completely. Televisions and radios lost the ability to receive signal...either that, or there was no signal for them to receive. They died suddenly and, seemingly, across the whole world. Of course, none knew what was happening. How would they find out? Most people assumed that whoever was in charge of looking after these would sort it out soon enough. They waited patiently and calmly, confident that this was just another non-crisis of the sort that cropped up every two years or so. People more prone to hysteria panicked and began hoarding food and fuel, as they did every time something moderately scary happened. After a week and no sign of restoration, even the most level-headed people began to panic a little. With all the world's communications networks seemingly gone, people began to realize how powerless they were. There was no way of ordering food; most of the shops, supermarkets and malls were by now completely bare and none knew how to contact the warehouses without an internet connection or a phone line. People tried using the post service, but that soon became so inundated with letters that it stopped functioning. Fuel became scarce, for the same reasons. With no food and no fuel, just about everything else became worthless. The cities became unsustainable, unable to produce their own food. They say that every civilization is three meals away from anarchy, but to our credit most people went without four or five meals before they started turning on each other. If the people who had been hoarding food could not be persuaded to part with it, they were killed. The looters who killed the hoarders were quickly killed by the mob. The mob turned on itself, and those who escaped with the food or managed somehow to beat down their opposition became hoarders themselves. Many tried to flee the city, but that didn't help them. Those caught trying to take food from the farms were shot or savaged by the farmers' dogs. Even those who managed to pilfer something didn't know what to do with it. You can't stuff a whole cow into a microwave and have something edible come out. That was the worst of it. But here is the unique thing about our apocalypse - the one thing that truly sets it apart from all our old ideas about the end of the world: After all this chaos, things more or less...went back to normal. There were less of us, but life went on. Of course, it was different. Is different. It has to be, I suppose. We seem to have returned to a kind of medieval way of life; people stick to their small communities, and every member has some function within that community. People not willing to contribute are run out of town, and people not able to contribute...well, I'm sure the more productive villages can sustain one or two of them, but there isn't always enough. We survive. I don't know how many villages there are like us out there, but from time to time a traveller passes through, or settles in one of the empty houses. We can't afford not to be receptive to strangers. They may be one more mouth to feed, but they're two more hands to work. Sometimes raiders come...bandits, you could say...expecting whatever food, fuel or useful items we have. A couple of warning shots usually send them away without much trouble...usually. We've even got our own generator, so we can use things that run on electricity, sparingly. But there's no phone line. I still check, sometimes, but it's always the same. I dial a number and hope to hear something, a voice, an answering machine...even an engaged signal, but there's always just...silence. Post-apocalyptic...I suppose, in some ways, what we thought a post-apocalyptic world would be like was actually just the world during an apocalypse. We assumed that, as soon as 'it' happened, whether 'it' was the bomb or the infection, chaos, death and fear would hound us unto extinction. It turned out that it was only that way for a few months. Yes, we're a post-apocalyptic people, with the emphasis on 'post-'. The world, as we knew it once, has already ended, but we continue. Maybe the world will start again some day. Maybe it already has, somewhere. Galvin put the book down and tried to focus his thoughts, but it was no use. There were too many questions, about the past and about the present, about what was and what would be. He thought about city life. A city was something he knew only as shabby, gray, hollow topography. What would it be like to live there, with thousands of other people? He thought about cars, which he saw every day, silent and motionless except in emergencies. Was there really enough fuel for it to be the norm for everyone to pilot a car every day, once upon a time? Did those televisions once light up and do more than sit and stare blankly at the room? He wondered if people were happy before the 'blackout', as the older people in the village called it. He leant back in his chair, gazing at the ceiling and running a paw over his white-furred head. There was a greater puzzle to the journal, something that the mere words within did not contain. The journal's very existence was what was really consuming his mind. The writer didn't seem miserable, but he'd gone anyway...the young wolf had a few dim memories, a vague silhouette and kind, firm words. Always gentle, always strong and always a little sad. But then, on some forgotten day which floated around between memories, he wasn't there any more. Why had he abandoned his family? From what Galvin could remember, he and his mother had loved and been loved by that hazy memory, but that hadn't stopped him. And he was always doing something for the people around him in their little village, and they had looked up to him, but he left them, too. Even the journal. A lot of time and thought had been spent on that journal, but something had made him decide to tear half the pages out and leave the rest. Did he mean Galvin to read them? Was there some clue in the pages left to him? Or maybe the answer lay in the missing pages. Maybe... A sudden commotion of raised voices and bleating from outside snapped Galvin out of his revery. Familiar sounds, ones which he dreaded and somehow loved at the same time. They meant that village goat was on a rampage yet again, and all good men, women and children were called upon to catch it and convince it to return to a peaceful, productive life. Stowing the journal in its hiding place, he grabbed his old cagoule and stepped outside to join the fray. Perhaps, if he could catch the elusive feral, there would be some goat's cheese in it for him. Chapter 1: The lively goat and the dead house Galvin reeled from the blow and toppled backwards. It hadn't been hard, but it had taken him by surprise. Rolling over, he lunged desperately at the mass of coarse, shaggy hair which had bounded over him, but was rewarded only with a kick to the nose. He lay in the moist turf for a few moments, enthusiasm and pride somewhat battered, listening to the mingled bleating, shouting and cursing. None paid much attention to the young wolf as he breathed in the scent of mud and grass; their attention was far too focused on catching Lilith, a goat feral and source of milk and cheese to the village. Pulling himself together, Galvin got to his feet and steeled himself for the next round. Taking stock of the situation, he saw that Lilith, to the bafflement of the villagers, had somehow climbed on to the roof of a disused garage, where she was bleating triumphantly. One or two people were trying to climb up, but they either slipped straight back down again or had their fingers trampled before they could get a solid grip. The garage joined on to a shabby, unoccupied house, whose paint was peeling so much that it looked like it had a particularly unpleasant skin condition. One of the upstairs windows was almost directly over the garage...Galvin slipped away, unnoticed by the rest of the village. Yes, judging by the teeth marks on the moldy furniture, Lilith had definitely come this way. Galvin padded upstairs, trying not to breathe the scent of decay and abandonment too deeply. Most of the houses in the village were like this; while it had once housed roughly 1,000 furs, now the population was barely more than 80. Galvin had been born in peaceful times, after the panic had waned and people had stopped trying to kill each other, but the scars of the past could be seen everywhere. Galvin looked out from the window. He could see Lilith below, chewing on a scrap of torn fabric from someone's shirt. The jump looked a lot further than it had from down below... "Stupid goat..." he muttered, and jumped. He fell a little heavier than he had intended, and instead of landing gracefully on his feet, he stumbled forward and his shoulder had to take the weight of the fall. He could hear the surprised voices of the others, some held a note of concern, some a shade of mockery. He picked himself up and faced down the feral. Lilith had dropped her cloth snack in surprise, but this surprise had given way to irritation. Her victory had been taken away from her; her castle had been invaded. She fixed Galvin with a firm gaze, ready to defend her throne to the death. The wolf hesitated. Lilith's escapes and the subsequent chases were a semi-regular event, and he knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of one of her last, desperate charges. Of course, he was younger and smaller back then, so he'd probably catch her if she chose to fight him, but none relishes the idea of that many bruises. It was academic; Lilith was suddenly disappearing over the edge of the garage roof; a pair of stout, equine arms had wrapped around her haunches and were pulling her down. "Blehh!" she pleaded, before slipping out of sight. Galvin stared at the empty space where she had been. After a moment, a chestnut head popped into view. "Well done, lad!" it said. "Did you hurt yourself"? Apart from the blow to his face earlier, Galvin's shoulder was aching and he'd twisted an ankle, so naturally he shook his head. The villagers had used boxes, old dustbins and other debris to create a makeshift staircase. Climbing down, Galvin could hear Lilith's owner, an overweight deer named Sandra, thanking Renaud for the return of her beloved goat. Galvin had only wanted to help the village by catching Lilith, of course he had. But...it was just a bit disappointing that it was someone else who actually caught her, in the end. Just a bit. It didn't help that all the attention was being directed to Renaud, when it was Galvin that had done all of the work. "Oh, don't mention it", the horse was saying. "You should be thanking young, er, er..." "Galvin". "You should be thanking young Gavin here, he cornered her". "Mm", said Sandra, looking straight over Galvin's head. Most of the women in the village had a blind spot when it came to males who weren't Renaud. Galvin was used to it, but he didn't quite understand it. Renaud was de facto head of the village. People looked to him in times of confusion, trusted him to lead the defense should any threat present itself and usually allowed him to arbitrate their disputes. In Galvin's opinion, the horse was none too bright and certainly not the best choice as a leader, but most people seemed to look up to him. He certainly looked the part, with a broad back and strong arms and a genial, although slightly vacant, smile. Switching her attention to her wayward goat, Sandra said: "Lily, you ran away again, you naughty girl!" as if she was lightly admonishing a cub for coming home with mud on its trousers. "Blehh", replied the feral goat, apologetically. Seeing that Renaud had left them, and there was only Galvin left to talk to, she tied a makeshift yoke around Lilith's neck and began to lead her back home. "Come on", she said to Lilith, as they ambled away. "I've got some fruitloaf for you if you behave nicely". "Blehh..." "You watch your language"! As he watched them leave, feeling somewhat sympathetic to the goat's plight, Galvin realized that someone was trying to get his attention. "Psst!" came a voice, in a stage whisper that could have been heard from across the street, if anyone other than Galvin had been remotely interested. Three small figures were lurking in the shadows behind the now-forgotten debris used in Lilith's recapture. Recognizing the figures as Dolores, Rick and Cornelius, the village's current crop of mischievous youngsters, Galvin approached. "Galvin!" hissed Cornelius, as soon as Galvin was close enough to talk to. Cornelius was a slightly nervous-looking tabby cat, no more than 11 years of age, who would have been the voice of comparative reason in his little group if the voices of Dolores and Rick weren't constantly drowning him out. "Galvin", he whispered again, apparently not having planned far ahead enough to know what he wanted to say. Dolores elbowed him in the ribs and muttered something in his ear. "Oh yeah", he said, brightening up. "This is a secret, so don't tell anyone else". Cornelius looked around conspiratorially, then leant closer and whispered: "We're going on a raid". When Galvin didn't seem as impressed as he had expected, Cornelius followed up with "You know...in the empty houses. We're"... "We're going to find loads of great stuff," Rick interrupted, "and we'll probably find loads of jewels and treasure and there might be some dead bodies and I'm going to get stuff from the old days and...". Rick, a hyperactive raccoon cub, was hopping from one foot to the other in excitement. As the only thing loud enough stop Rick talking once he got started, Dolores cut in. "Come with us Galvin, you can get to all the places we can't"! The only daughter of a spaniel couple, Dolores had been brought up by a collection of old jazz records that belonged to her father. The rest of the village pretended not to notice that he was taking energy from the generator to power his ancient record player; the music was all he'd had to live for before the blackout. The village tolerated most of the follies and foibles of its residents, as long as they stayed harmless. Such an upbringing had a strange effect on the young girl, and every sentence she spoke sounded she was channeling the spirit of James Brown. Galvin shook his head. "You shouldn't be doing that". "Aw, why not?" protested Rick, pulling a face. "Because if you hurt yourself none will know where you are", replied Galvin, evenly, "and we don't disturb the...the dead houses in this village. Especially not because we're bored". "It's not just for fun. There's all kinds of useful things in those houses"! "Lawn mowers", chipped in Cornelius. "Kettles"! "Er...spades"? "Bombs!", said Rick, contributing the first thing that came to mind. "No. Sorry guys, I just don't think it's right. We don't need any more stuff, we should just leave the old houses in peace". It was a kind of unspoken rule in the village. The empty houses were left alone, treated with a kind of distant respect, as if they were gravestones who had no mourners. There was, as those who did venture to enter would attest, a strange feeling inside. A kind of sad, peaceful emptiness, as if the house itself was asleep...or that, after a long time without living souls inside, its own soul had left or died away. "Maybe he's scared", taunted Rick in a sing-song voice. "Maybe he thinks there's ghosts and the people who lived there will jump out of the cupboards and...bite..." he trailed off, imagination backfiring on him. "I won't stop you going, just...don't hurt yourselves, okay"? "Alright. Won't be as much fun with just us three, though," said Cornelius, sadly. Dolores just stuck her bottom lip out. "Faces...teeth," continued Rick, staring into space. Waving goodbye to his younger friends, Galvin started home. It was true, the village could be very boring while you were growing up. One could run around, climb things, play games with the other cubs, but that was it. Sometimes the empty houses seemed like nothing more than big, untapped treasure troves just waiting for a bold adventurer to stride in and claim the prize. His mother had stopped him trying when he was younger, giving him the same talk he had just given to the cubs. He'd never had a chance to find out what his father thought about it... He stepped into his house, mind turning with thoughts. His mother was there, mending a shirt with a needle and thread. "Hi Gal," she said, looking up from her sewing. "I saw you jump. Let me see your shoulder". "It's only a bruise," protested Galvin, lifting his sleeve anyway. His mother regarded it critically. "Yes..." she said, after a few moments pause. "You'll be fine". She went back to her needle. And that was it. On the surface, Galvin's mother could appear to be a little callous or unconcerned when it came to her son, but that only applied when no concern was needed. A few years ago, the young wolf had gashed his leg wide open trying to perform some daring, impressive climbing trick and had seen a side to his mother that even he was shocked by. She had quickly carried him home, without panic but with a frightening kind of urgency, staunched, stitched and bandaged the wound with tears clouding her eyes (something that had never happened before or since) and nearly ripped the throat out of anyone who dared to interrupt, which shocked everyone. The pain was just a dull memory now, but it had been enough at the time to tell him he could die from it. He hadn't, though. His mother wouldn't have let him. Renaud might be a kind of figurehead for the village, but Galvin's mother was the one who really made things work. If someone was in trouble, had a problem, or really needed something, it was her they went to. Pile of rubble blocking the road? Renaud would round up a group of villagers and have it shifted in no time. Neighbour making trouble? Leave it to Renaud to arbitrate a peaceful solution. But if there was illness in the family, a loved one had died or a feral was about to give birth, everyone looked to Galvin's mother to cure them, organize some kind of funeral or make sure that the new mother and her offspring were looked after properly. Renaud could fix a lot of problems, but when it came to life and death, "Whose shirt is that?" asked Galvin. "Oh, Hector's. That damn goat bit a hole out of it. This happens every time, if only that stupid woman would get a proper lock for the gate..." she said, savagely breaking off a piece of thread with her teeth. "I don't think I've got enough thread to fix it properly, though. We're running low on a lot of things". "Like what"? "The old first-aid kit is getting empty...I could make more bandages if we had any spare bedclothes, but we only just have enough for the two of us. On top of that, I can't boil any water because the kettle's broken". "Right...I'm just, uh...just going out for a bit". "But you only just got here...Galvin"? The house sat in its garden, a little bigger and more ostentatious than most of the other houses nearby. The three cubs stared at the front door, thwarted before they had even begun. "Maybe we can pick the lock?" said Cornelius, uncertainly. "What...like picking your nose?" asked Rick. "Urgh...boys!", protested Dolores, calling the universe to witness. "I know!", said Rick, stooping to pick up a stone. "Let's break a window"! Rick hefted the stone carefully, and threw it straight at the large window on the front of the house. It bounced off. Rick stared dismally at the fallen rock for a few seconds, before giving a loud yell, snatching it up again and hurling it once more with all the strength he could muster. This time, it missed the window completely. "This is stupid," he muttered, "I'm going home". Cornelius and Dolores tried not to look at him as he walked back down the garden path. "How do you pick a lock, anyway?" Cornelius asked. "You use a..." Dolores began, determined not to appear ignorant on any subject, "hair clip...and then you bend it so it looks like a key"! She nodded, confident that she had deduced the correct technique for lock picking. Galvin knew his mother wouldn't like this, but he also knew that it wouldn't make any difference in the long run. She was bound to object at first, but the cooling of tempers and the pressing of need would change minds soon enough. You had to put the necessities of life before high-minded principles...he wasn't sure, but he thought his dad had taught him that, too long ago to remember clearly. He stopped in front of the terrace of dead houses. None was around this part of the village; there was no work to be done, nothing to see. Just the blank emptiness of the cheap brick and smeared glass. Now, which one... "Galvin"! The wolf panicked for half a second before he recognized the voice and the small figure that went along with it. "Rick? What are you doing out here"? Apparently too excited to listen, the raccoon started talking at his usual mile-a-minute speed. "I knew you'd come after all I tried to tell them but they said you wouldn't so I said you would and I came to find you and I was right"! Beaming, glad that he had turned a lonely walk of shame into a righteous quest through the supreme skill of lying, Rick took a moment to look at the delapidated terrace of houses. "You're not going into one of these are you no don't go in one of these we found a better one come and see where we're going come on"! Galvin sighed as Rick sped away. Well, he hadn't intended to join the cubs, but now it seemed inevitable. If they got found out, he would get no end of hell for 'encouraging' them, but at least this way he could stop them injuring themselves. He followed. Rick led Galvin to the front gate of a larger, detached house nearby. It had a haughtier look than the cheaper buildings down the road, although just as deserted. It was in a strange place, somewhere that overlooked most of the rest of the village but where none actually went. Opening the gate, he saw Cornelius and Dolores trying to shove a stick through the letterbox of the front door. They looked up, wearing the guilty expressions of children who know that, while they're sure what they're doing is not exactly wrong, it will get them into deep trouble if their parents find out about it. Seeing that it was just Rick and Galvin, they brightened up. "You came after all!" they shouted. "Pretty good house, huh?" yapped Rick, skipping around in excitement. "Better than the ones down the lane"! "Yeah, but..." Cornelius tried, but was interrupted by Dolores. "But we can't get in"! Galvin tried the handle and the door creaked open. "It wasn't locked," he said. This was not as surprising as most people (including the cubs) would think; a lot of the empty houses had been abandoned in a rush and their occupants had no intention of returning. That, or they had been forcibly ejected from their home for one reason or another. In either case, what would be the point of locking up? The cubs tackled the house quite professionally, taking one room at a time and exploring it thoroughly. Really, most of what they found was quite mundane and nothing they hadn't seen before, but in the strange, taboo atmosphere of the dead house the most commonplace objects became alien and fascinating. An old cupboard yielded two rucksacks, one for Galvin and one for the cubs, perfect for carrying their plunder around. Before long, they had explored every nook and cranny in the place. Galvin had taken a fresh first-aid kit from the bathroom, the kettle from the kitchen and all the linen and fabric he could carry from the bedrooms. Cornelius looted the old bookshelf in the study, Dolores took an odd combination of art supplies and a mechanic's toolkit. Only Rick seemed disappointed, the only sharp things he was able to find being simple, boring kitchen knives. They gathered in the upstairs hall, having run out of places to explore. "What now?" asked Cornelius. Dolores shrugged. "I suppose we go home"! "No way, that can't be it," rick moaned, "there must be something else here". "Well, like what"? "I dunno, just...more than all this stupid, boring stuff. This is just the same as what we have anyway". "Well what did you expect?" Galvin demanded, "this is just someone's house, same as yours. It's not as if an ogre lived here or anything". "But, but...we can't have seen all of it, right"? "Then what's left"? "I know what!", said Dolores, a grin splitting her muzzle. Her finger pointed skyward, at the ball-pull for the attic door. The orb dangled from the ceiling, taunting them with promises of mystery, adventure and wealth. Just out of reach... "One of you stand on my shoulders", said Galvin, crouching down. Dolores clambered up, gripped the ball, and pulled. The ladder unfolded and hit the floor with a dull thud. The air that came from the opening was thick with the scent of forgotten things, even older and deeper than that in the rest of the house. This part of the house had been asleep even when the house below was full of life... They ascended in silence, the suspense of the unknown once again rising up in them. Quietly, they began to explore the ancient relics, pawing through piles of life's rubble in search of hidden diamonds. "What the heck is this?" From under a pile of magazines and bits of wood, Cornelius had pulled out a gold-coloured metal implement of indeterminate purpose. "It's a trumpet!" said Dolores, who had been shown pictures by her father. "You blow in it!" With a dubious look, Cornelius began puffing experimentally into the flared end. Rick had found an old deck of tarot cards and was shuffling them around, trying to get them to do something. They looked magical enough, so why couldn't he set fire to things with them? He found the death card and put the deck down carefully, deciding it was best not to mess around with eldritch forces beyond his understanding. The attic suddenly shook with unholy noise. Cornelius had got the trumpet the right way round and, with some experimentation, had been able to produce a note. He dropped it in surprise and terror. "Let's go home now", he said, weakly. "Yeah, all this stuff is boring, too". "My dad wants me to help him fix his turntable"! Galvin wasn't listening. Idly, thoughtlessly, he had brushed away some old moth-eaten clothes from the top of an open box. Within was yet more forgotten detritus, but something peeked through, at the bottom...without really knowing why, the wolf reached in and pulled, causing a small avalanche of rotting playing cards, children's books and christmas decorations. Something made the cubs turn around and watch. In his hand, Galvin held a hunting rifle. It caught the dim light in a sullen, threatening way. Galvin hefted its weight thoughtfully. The others took a step back, in unison. "I th-thought..." stammered Cornelius, "I thought the grownups had all of these..." There was silence for a few moments. Rick broke it. "Cool!" He yelled, making Cornelius and Delores flinch in surprise. "Can I have a go on it give me a go on it Galvin can I see it?" "No way," said Galvin firmly, holding the rifle away from Rick's frenetic arms, "you'll end up shooting yourself in the foot or something". "No I won't I'm not stupid do you think I'm stupid why can't I have a go..." "Galvin found it! He gets to use it first"! "I don't think any of us should..." "But I want..." "Anyway, I get the next go"! The trio continued bickering for a few moments, until a quiet urgency in Galvin's voice made them stop. "Listen!" The wolf's ears were pricked up. They listened. In the distance, disturbing the new silence, they could hear the low rumble of approaching engines.	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Chapter 17: Preparations (September 23rd 2019 A.D. - Tuesday 6:00 AM) Kitsune Awoke in Ozwot's arms, cuddling him closely. The fox's eyes opened slowly, as the sun arose. Kitsune pulled from Ozwot as he stretched. He rolled slightly to the left then fell out of the bed onto his side. He gave out a low whimper. "I'm so clumsy" he spoke to himself. Suddenly Ozwot's face peeked over the bed. "Ah, but I love my clumsy lil' fox" smiled Ozwot. Kitsune lifted up his muzzle and kissed Ozwot on the nose softly. "Cute" breathed Ozwot "You're having the first meeting tomorrow, no?" "Yes" Replied Kitsune "Sent the E-mail out last night...probably screwed up on a few words". "Oh I'm sorry babe, I couldn't keep my paws off of you last night" spoke Ozwot. Kitsune giggled. "Quite alright...Ummm I'm gonna go look at what I sent, I'm a lil' worried about what I might have typed" spoke Kitsune "...while you were pawing me". Ozwot giggled. "Meh, it happens, should have let you finish the E-mail...but you were prancing about in your tight boxers...it's hard not to go after you" smirked Ozwot. "Oh come now" breathed Kitsune getting to his feet. "Gladly" chuckled Ozwot, making Kitsune smile. "I'm not that good looking" spoke Kitsune blushing. "Awww, my lil' fox is embarrassed" Ozwot said as he sat on the edge of the bed. Kitsune began to walk out the door. "Come back Love" Ozwot then laid on his back. Kitsune nodded, then walked out of the room. He sat at the desk cutting the computer screen on. The bright light flashed in Kitsune's eyes, blinding him momentarily. "Let's see here" Kitsune went through the E-mail folders till he found the sent folder, clicked and opened it up. He clicked the E-mail reading "Meeting". It read: (The following are meant to have spelling errors) Hello furs, The first meeting of GLS will be on Wednesday September 24th. I willl bbb iup, taking up positions in the groups later on, first I'm just going to explam aaa about what this group will do. Also taking any donations for the group as well just send them to my box, I'll send them to our treasurer mmmmmmm..;'.;';" Well I hope all of you are cumming, tink yew. P.S. Please bring a fiend. -Kitsune Warui Kitsune shook his head and his ears fell slightly. "Oh man...my first meeting and everyone will think I'm a retard, who doesn't know how to spell" Kitsune sighed "Cumming?...oh my...Ah well". Kitsune shook his head, stood up then walked back into the room. The fox fell atop his Mate as he sighed more. "Something wrong?" questioned Ozwot. "No more pawing at the computer" Spoke Kitsune rubbing his nose into Ozwot's chest. "Hmmmm, not good?" questioned Ozwot. "No" Kitsune shook his head "though I think they know what was going on...ah well". Ozwot giggled. He then pulled Kitsune up, their lips meeting. Kitsune closed his eyes as he tasted the wolf's lips. Then he felt his lovers soft lips pull away, the fox's chin being held upwards by the white furred paw of his mate. "I love you" spoke Ozwot softly. "I love you too" replied Kitsune smiling up towards Ozwot. "But alas it's time for class my love, then I suppose we have to set up the meeting that will happen tomorrow" smirked Ozwot. Kitsune nodded and hopped off the bed, walking up to his bag on the floor, unzipping it and pulling out some clothes. Ozwot, suddenly grasped Kitsune from behind pulling his back into the wolf's chest. Ozwot pecked a kiss onto Kitsune's cheek softly. Kitsune smiled. "I'll help you out with the meeting love" said Ozwot "you can't do all the work". Kitsune gave out a gasp. "I can too" he spoke. "Fine, let me re-phrase, you shouldn't do all the work yourself" Ozwot said smiling "so who is gonna help you?" "Hmmm, Ryu, Yosh, Ryan, and Sakura" replied Kitsune. "Good" Ozwot spoke and then let go of Kitsune. Kitsune, walked onto the bed and sat down as he got dressed. Ozwot smiled and walked into the through the living room, and into the bathroom. ( 8 hours, and 12 minutes later, after the boring classes) (In the university gymnasium) Kitsune leaned up against the wall beside Ozwot, as Yoshikuni, Sakura, and Ryu walked in at the same time. "Hello!" Exclaimed Kitsune waving a paw in the air, his voice echoing in the large room "Nice acoustics in here, eh?!" "Yeah" replied Ryu, and Kagome at the same time, making Yoshi giggle. Kitsune pointed towards a large paper banner on the floor next to him. "We've gotta put that up over the lil' stage thing over there" spoke Kitsune "I asked Leo to bring a ladder". "Leo?" questioned Ryu. "Oh yeah, he is a friend" said Ozwot. Suddenly the door flung open as the very lion they were talking about strolled in, grasping a ladders under his arm. "Heya Kit" spoke Leo the voice echoing "Brought two ladders for you, thought I might help too". "Thanks Leo" Said Kitsune Walking up to the lion, followed by Ozwot. "Is all you're doing is hanging that banner up?" asked Leo. "No, need to hook the microphone up" answered Kitsune "and I don't know what to do about seating, I guess we've gotta set out chairs and such". "I'll help you with that then" spoke Leo. "Okay okay, Yoshi, help me and Oz hook up the speakers and get the volume set, Ryu and Sakura could you hang up the banner with the ladders, Ryu climbing up the ladder and Sakura holding it steady, then Ryan you help Leo with the chairs" spoke Kitsune brushing his head fur to the side. "Okay" they all spoke at the same moment. (five minutes later) Kitsune stood in front of the microphone over looking the entire gymnasium, as Ryan and Leo sat down chairs. "Okay give it a test hun" Shouted Ozwot from a box where a bunch of wires were plugged in. "Hewo!" Kitsune said loudly into the microphone, and everyone including himself covered there ears. The ladder shook. "Whoa, hold it still Sakura" Shouted Ryu grasping onto the rungs. "Sorry about that" Shouted Yoshi from the back of the gym, near a big box and speaker "That's WAY too high". She turned one of the knobs to the left slightly. "Now give it a try" said Yoshi "and everyone else cover your ears". Everyone except Kitsune covered there ears. "I'm so witty, pretty and gay" sang Kitsune into the microphone, and only receiving a quiet version coming from the speakers. Everyone looked around blinking. "Did he say anything?" asked Ryu. "Okay, okay" mumbled Yoshi "too low". She turned the knob to the right and then turned around holding her thumb up. Kitsune held the Mike close to his muzzle. "Boom!" Shouted Kitsune. The speakers copied it exactly echoing through the gymnasium. "That's much better" Spoke Ozwot smiling and standing up. "YAY!" Sakura clapped her paws together "finally no more ear aches". Ryu leaned over holding the banner up, and trying to jam a pin into the wall. Suddenly the ladder shook, and he looked down. Slowly the ladder leaned to the right, Then ryu lost grip and plummeted into the ground. The banner fell over Kitsune and he gave out a very un-masculine shriek falling onto his posture. Ryu grasped his chest standing up. "I'm okay" Spoke Ryu. "Sorry Ryu" apologized Sakura "I didn't mean to let go". "It's fine" he spoke dusting himself off. "Well that's good" spoke Leo "didn't wanna have to take you to the nurse, oh and we finished laying out all the chairs, twenty should be enough right?" A bulge, in the banner looked about in the shape of Kitsune. He continued to crawl about, until suddenly Kitsune 's head stuck out of the banners edge. "boo, yeah that should be enough Leo" Kitsune smiled "Ryu you should go get an ice pack, if it doesn't hurt now, that means it will hurt like crazy later". Suddenly Ozwot rubbed at Kitsune's head fur, as the fox crawled from under the banner. "Want me to hang it love?" asked Ozwot. "But you're already hung" giggled Kitsune. Everyone else chuckled. "Sure love" answered Kitsune "But Leo is holding the ladder, I don't want you falling". "Why me?" asked Leo. "You're not gonna let go of the ladder" spoke Kitsune. (19 hours later in history of furs classroom) Kitsune sat down beside Ozwot, cuddling against him. Shanny walked in behind them and sat down, in the seat beside Ozwot. "Hi, isn't that meeting today?" asked Shanny. "Yeah" nodded Kitsune "you coming?" "Yes" she nodded back "Nothing in particular to wear?" "Not really" replied Kitsune. "Okay thanks, I don't think we have the same professor today" Said Shanny, leaning back in her chair. "Yeah" spoke Shone walking up and sitting down beside Kitsune "Mr.Thomas was caught in some serious stuff, so he's been taken to jail". "What did he do?" asked Ozwot. "Let's see, possession, pedophilia, rape, cub pornography, and they have no proof but they believe he is also involved in some murder case" replied Shon shrugging. "Wow" Kitsune breathed "Who's the new teacher?" Suddenly as if an answer, the door flung open, as the female fox from the theater, with small glasses over her eyes walked in and sat down behind the desk. "Hello class, I am your new professor" Spoke the Vixen "My name is Allison Heenie, but you will call me professor Heenie". "oh my gosh, I saw her at the theater" spoke Kitsune tapping Ozwot's arm. "Oh?" Questioned Ozwot. Kitsune nodded. "Quiet there in the back...hey I remember you" She spoke looking at Kitsune "The boy from the theater, you're to be quiet until the end of class". Kitsune nodded. "Okay no time for introducing myself to you furs, so we'll skip straight to the lesson" Spoke Allison "Today you are to take notes as you hear them, if you do not get notes don't ask me to repeat parts of the lesson, you have one chance, now today I will be talking about, northern Europe, where the first cases of Anthropomorphism took place, the great leader of furs, Cleopatra, the cat who brought culture and unity to the furs close by". Kitsune yawned as he pulled out his notebook jotting down notes. "She had many followers when she began to preach of culture and society, her first three followers were, Glacius, a young arctic Fox known for his leading of the battle against the Russian soldiers, Cassius, who although one of her first followers, tried to betray Cleo but was stopped by Glacius, and her third follower, her own mate, Prometheus who...". The lesson continued on as Kitsune jotted down the notes slowly, Staring at the letters. The bell suddenly rang and the entire class stood up. Kitsune was putting his things in his bag, but the other furs quickly rushed out of the class room other than Shon who took his time as he walked out the door behind the others. Allison slowly walked up to Kitsune and looked over him. "You're the one who leads the GLS group right?" asked Allison. Kitsune nodded. "Good, I'll keep an eye on you, don't cause too much havoc" spoke Allison. "Yes Ma'm" nodded Kitsune again, Ozwot Grabbed his paw and lead him from the class room. "Wait, are the teachers allowed to join?" asked Allison. Kitsune stopped and turned around. "If you want, sure, I don't care what or who the person is, anyone is allowed to join, just come to the meeting today, 9:45 PM in the gymnasium" (2 hours and 12 minutes later) Kitsune brushed his cheek against Ozwot's as they walked out of the university. "Have a nice day love?" asked Ozwot. "Yeah, Hmmm wonder what I'm gonna say at the meeting" answered Kitsune. "Don't fret about it love" Smiled Ozwot kissing Kitsune's cheek "you'll do fine, when we get to the dorm you should write some things down to help you, I'll help to okay love?" Kitsune nodded hugging onto Ozwot's arm. "I love you" Kitsune said smiling. "I love you too" Replied Ozwot. Kitsune continued to think about the meeting, wondering about the furs, and who would come. If he would do good, if even it was such a good idea making such a group.	Furries University chapter 17: Preperations by Kitsune Warui	[ "Fox", "No-Yiff", "Vixen", "Wolf" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 9, "longest_sentence": 98, "num_participle_phrases": 3, "num_sentences": 163, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (7) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (6) in one sentence", "Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (6) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (9) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence" ], "score": 58 }	58	false
Text: The noises of the crypt were starting to get to her, all the hissing echoing around, driving her mad. She'd been walking down here for hours in her now dusty, bloodied and torn leather armour. She'd even gone through several torches. Reihana Solus wasn't happy about this. She'd been commissioned to come down here alone to retrieve an artefact in secrecy. She couldn't turn down her weight in diamonds after all and this was a relatively safe area above ground, the more viscous creatures lived further north. She brushed the hundredth cobweb out of her auburn shoulder length hair and kept walking the stony labyrinth sword-arm at the ready. She knew legends about this place, the hissing was either a source of elemental power or some giant snake guarding an ancient treasure. She'd come down here into the crypts of one of the greatest sorcerer's to ever live, he'd been buried by loyal subjects. The ruins had been picked apart before but no one had ever found this particular artefact and sometimes dungeoneers had gone missing. She stepped lightly into a chamber and noticed it was surprisingly well lit... Blue sapphires were embedded in the wall emitting light. The room was strange... it was similar in construction to the rest of the place... but it was filled with strange scraps of various colours... and torn clothing... even the odd piece of seemingly undamaged or corroded armour. Looking around she spied a door and a pedestal... the door unlike the rest of them in this place looked to be sealed shut and was emitting a slightly purple light compared to the blue of the sapphires. Reihana wandered up to the pedestal; checking for markings, languages anything that looked strange. Finding nothing other than a crystal to place her palm on she took a deep breath, checked the door for possible traps... not that she was an expert... and then braced herself. She pressed the palm of her hand onto the pedestal and watched as the gems in the room lit up. She braced her sword arm as the door began to rise open with the sound of grinding stone... with the opening of the door the hissing increased by a magnitude to an almost deafening crescendo. She was not prepared for what happened next. A darkness lunged out of the opening door and engulfed her. She wasn't bound but it surrounded her blinding her and the hissing almost deafened her. She waited for a few seconds and then swung out at the darkness a few times to test for a response... she got one. She opened her mouth for a battle cry the darkness rushed into her open mouth. As insubstantial as smoke the darkness entered her and seconds later she could see... the hissing was everywhere now, overwhelming... Reihana began checking herself over. Was she poisoned? no... Was she cursed? maybe... Was she dead... not yet... but there was armour all around this room... and those strange scraps. She felt full... which was odd... it had been hours since she ate back at the dungeon entrance. She looked down and saw her leather armour straining. The cuirass's bonds were pulled tight and were threatening to snap. Her stomach bulged roundly through the armour and plain white village shirt she was wearing underneath. Her breasts were perkier and significant than before the smoke went inside her... She dropped her sword and began checking herself everywhere as armour began snapping off piece by piece. Her body felt strangely smooth and as she pressed her skin it seemed to push back unnaturally so. She noticed she shone in the light and if she looked down she could see the floor through the distended sphere that her stomach was becoming... It dawned on her... was this what had happened to those adventurers before her? probably... those scraps were probably them left behind... they'd been... filled with this dark stuff, some sort of defence. Well unlike them she was going into that room and finding... ... the artefact... and as soon as she stepped in the hissing stopped... and a deep groaning took its place. She rushed over and picked it up... it was a gauntlet. She pulled it onto her sword arm and felt herself shrinking down... she took it off and felt herself filling up again. She decided to leave it on... From that day on she knew to curse the names of fetish sorcerer's and not to go hunting for their items.	null	[ "Full Body Inflation", "Female Inflation", "Implied Popping", "curse", "magic", "Prose that Blows 7 – Not So Final Fantasy (2011)", "Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Darkest Story" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 5, "longest_sentence": 44, "num_participle_phrases": 3, "num_sentences": 52, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence" ], "score": 9 }	9	false
Text: When I heard the bell on the door jingle, my first thought was that I had a real live customer- which would have been my first in three weeks- and that I might actually make the rent on the figure salon that month. But the slim girl who came bustling into my otherwise empty figure salon in the middle of an otherwise empty afternoon turned out to be Denise, and she looked like she was on a mission. "Hey Denise, what's up with you?" I asked. She plunked her shoulder bag down on the counter in front of me and started digging around inside it. "Look at this!" she exclaimed, waving a sheet of newsprint in the air and then spreading it out on the counter for me to read. It was the business page from yesterday's local rag with a headline that read, "Playboy Club Set To Open". I had seen it too, and given it about five seconds of topf-mind awareness before using it to escort the coffee grounds and a grapefruit rind into the trash earlier that morning. The delusional joker who was energetically transforming a croaked shoe store franchise downtown into an "exclusive gentleman's club" just 5 blocks away from my figure salon had bought himself some cheap advertising by announcing he would pay one hundred dollars an hour to the first buxom young greeter applicant with a fifty-inch bust. Yeah, right. "What's that got to do with us, D?" I asked, sliding the paper aside. "I don't have the waist for a job there, and you don't have the boobs." Which was true. However much I might have needed some way to pay the bills, I am a big girl, with curves in places where your typical Playboy Bunny wouldn't even have places. Denise, on the other hand, had the build all right but she was simply too shy in the top end to fill the bill. She leaned over to me and got serious. "Tricia..." she started, drilling me with those big blue eyes of hers, "you are in the boob business, aren't you? You could do a job on me, couldn't you? I'd even pay you for it!" Which was partly true. I was indeed in the figure-enhancement field (ok ok, call it the "boob business" if you want) but there was no way I or anyone else with an inflation pump in their back room could change a 34A into a 50-whatever without making the rest of her look like me in the process, and Denise knew it. And on top of that, I knew she was just as broke as I was. "Listen, girl... If I put you on that surplus anesthesia pump of mine and blew you up that big, you'd be too fat to get through the door, much less waddle five blocks down Second Street to hand in your application without wetting yourself. Give it up! Fifty inches? Come on- that article is just a cheap publicity stunt. Even if I had a genuine bunnypump I couldn't do it without giving you an ass like mine. Plus you're as broke as me." She paused a beat or two, but didn't break eye contact. Her hand went back down into her bag and she lowered her lashes and murmured, "Are you ready for this?" In the shank of an otherwise dead afternoon, I was ready for anything she could pull out of that bag of hers- or so I thought. But I was wrong. With a dramatic flourish, she exclaimed, "Ta-daaa!" and produced from the depths of it a bright green cylinder of... diving rescue gas, single-use size, all pretty and shiny and new and with an intact safety seal on the neck of it. Holy shit. Diving rescue gas was the favored drug of the sorority set. A single-use bottle of that contained enough pressurized fun to make a midnight bedroom full of giggling rich girls as dumb, numb, and fluffy as a flock of fattened sheep. It had a street value of a couple hundred dollars and the Cosmetology Board would yank my ticket in a heartbeat if they ever found out I had any of it in my salon. That stuff was dangerous. "Denise, you dumb ditz!" I yelled. "Get that stuff outta here! You want me to lose my license?" She slipped it back into her bag with a sly grin and replied, "What would you say if I told you I have twenty-six more just like it in the trunk of my car?" Holy holy shit. "I'd say you were out of your mind! They'll throw you in jail for just huffing the stuff at someone else's party! Where the hell did you get that stuff, anyway?" Denise lowered her voice and said, "Close up shop for a bit, Tricia. I have a business proposition to talk over with you- in the back room, where it's... private." "Oh God, all right" I said nervously, and hurried over to flip the sign on the front door to show back at 3:30. Anything to get her and that handbag of hers out of sight. We went down the corridor to the cozy little room where I kept my inflation equipment and went inside. The muzak system was playing one of my old Barry White disco beat tapes and I reached up to the shelf to shut it off. Stupid stuff. Who was it told me that the clients like to listen to that garbage while getting pumped up a bit for a nice jazzy weekend? And me, desperate enough to believe it would help my business... I closed the door and Denise sat down on the recliner and pulled the gas cylinder out of her bag again. She started talking fast. "The swim club where I work weekends just went through their annual safety inspection, and they pulled all the rescue gas cylinders that were more than a year old. Every one of them. Something about the valves maybe not working right all the time? So they installed brand new ones in all the first-aid stations and the safety boxes in the pools and I watched them put the old ones in the dumpster out back. My car was parked right next to it, can you imagine? After closing time I pulled them all out of the trash and put them in the trunk. Only took a minute." She sat there with the cylinder in her lap, drumming her nails on it, her eyes nervous but expectant. "Lot of money in that trunk of yours, D" I said. "Or a lot of jail time if you get caught with that stuff." She got serious and lowered her voice still more and leaned forward in earnest. "I'm not going to sell it, Tricia. That Playboy club- I'm serious. I, that is, we... are going to use it- I mean, I need your help to..." She trailed off. The room was silent except for the air conditioning and the occasional truck driving by on the street, one way five blocks south and past the new Gentleman's Club. I started catching on. Denise really, really wanted that Playboy greeter gig- and for a hundred bucks an hour just to stand around in the foyer with a coy smile while sporting a fifty-inch bustline in a bunny costume, who wouldn't? But for that she needed a certain sort of help, which is what brought her to me. True, I was good enough with that second-hand, experating room anesthesia pump and respirator that I could put more than just a few extra inches almost anywhere the client wanted, but what she wanted... no way. However, anyone who watched the human ballooning event at the Inflation Olympics last month also knew about the magic that could be worked through the creative use of a different sort of inflation gas. Gas that was rumored in some circles to be, well, not unlike that contained in the shiny green bottle now resting in her lap, and all its brethren hidden in the trunk of her rusty Toyota. "Denise, I know you could blow your boobs up big as beach balls with balloon gas, but it isn't the same thing as rescue gas. That stuff is drugged to make you limp and it's got far too much helium in it and-" Denise interrupted, pointing to the closet where my machine was stored. "Your pump can do blends, right? Well, can't you just screw the rescue gas bottle in instead of the helium and thin it down with oxygen so I won't pass out while you are filling me up... please? And... and... look what I've already got." She pulled from her bag a bright pink satin bunny costume, complete with a little cotton fluff bunny tail and bunny ears on a headband. "I slit out the seams in the bust to hold really big boobs and tightened the elastic in the waist so my belly and butt won't blow up too much, see?" She held the costume up in front of me. She had done a careful job. The strapless cups in it were gigantic and stiff with reinforcement ribs. "And, and, I've got these fishnet stockings that are really sewn out of super-tight spandex so my thighs won't fill up either and... don't you think this would work? ...please could we maybe try?" It was amazing. Denise had really thought all this out. She planned it, worked at it... but how could she have got this scheme put together so quickly after finding the gas bottles? Unless... "Uh... Denise... who told the inspectors about the gas bottles? About the valves not always working right?" The room stayed silent a bit too long. Another truck drove by. Clutching the bottle to her chest, Denise squeezed her eyes shut and started to cry, rocking the bottle back and forth. "It's not just the hundred dollars an hour," she sobbed. "And I only wanted one bottle, just one to take home with me that night... I had no idea they'd throw all of them out... I wanted..." she sobbed. "I always wanted... to be... b-b-big. Like... like... you. Only... only..." I sat down next to her and wrapped her up in a very large hug. Fortunately for Denise, I'm built for that sort of thing. I squeezed her pretty firmly and held her head against my chest and felt her tears drop down my front. Poor girl. She sobbed for a while and I reached out for a Kleenex and dabbed up the wet. "D...D...D... here you go, girl. Here you go. It's OK. It's OK." I held on to her. She really is a slender little thing, and I kissed her wet cheek because at the moment, that was what I was there for. "It's OK." We drew apart and seeing as her mascara had started to run I did some more work on her with another kleenex and I said, "You know, I've never worked with balloon gas before, or rescue gas for that matter... I've heard it's dangerous stuff, you need training to use it safely. I'd be afraid of doing something wrong, girl... like giving you too much gas, or not enough oxygen, or blowing you up too big... I wouldn't want to hurt you..." "But... but you'll help me? We can try, can't we? I'll... I'll be able to tell you if everything's going OK while you are pumping me up. I can signal if I need more air, or if I'm getting too much. And when to stop- see, there's no elastic in the cups, so when they're full my boobs will stop getting bigger and you can shut off the pump in time..." We were both silent for a bit. I held her hands in my lap. Then she sighed and said, "I trust you, Tricia. Please... help me. Use the gas- make me big. Fifty inches big. Just like you. OK?" "OK, fifty inches big. Just like me, your best friend. OK." With that, we set to work. While I opened the closet and wheeled out the anesthesia machine on its black rubber casters, Denise stripped down and climbed into the bunny suit and stockings. It was a very snug fit on her everywhere except her bust, as advertised, and when done she climbed onto the recliner and snuggled down into the cushions, all ready to go. She explained more of her plan as I plugged the machine in and switched out the gas cylinders. "That rescue gas is worth a lot more if we use it to get me that job instead of selling it to the sorority bitches. I figure one bottle will be good for at least three inflations, if the only things we are blowing up are my breasts... and if a shift at the club runs like four or maybe six hours, I'll still be big enough by quitting time to meet and greet the guests, so that's about fifteen hundred bucks a bottle. You get half." Holy shit. My take for 78 inflations could be as much as twenty thousand dollars. I could pay the lease a year in advance and still have enough working capital left over to replace that damn pump with something that wasn't an ugly, dangerous antique from the Eisenhower era. Maybe do a little advertising too. "OK Denise, let's not get too far ahead of ourselves here," I said. "I still have to figure out how to blow up your boobs without suffocating you, or turning you into a girl blimp that won't fit through the doors of the Playboy club." She turned to look at me, those perky bunny ears bouncing about a little. "I trust you, Tricia. Just do your best. I know you can do it without hurting me." Yeah, well. This was going to be tricky. "I think we'd better use a strapn mouthpiece and nose clip, that's better at holding pressure than either a mask or a full-face respirator. We'll use a soft breathing bag with it to make it a little less stressful for you, OK?" "Sure," she replied, but I could tell she was starting to get a little worried about all this because her eyes never left the big, pale-green console of the anesthesia respirator which now lurked right next to her recliner. I was by then sitting on my little rolling stool in front of the control panel; with all its bright chrome valve handles, indicator lights, control levers and pressure gauges, it was a distinctly sinister-looking machine and more than one of my clients from the last year had remarked on how creepy its noises were once it was on and running. The console itself chugged, clicked, hissed and squeaked rhythmically, and the noises transmitted by the breathing hose sounded like someone blowing up a huge air mattress. And it was both tireless and insistent: once I had it set, the client could not fight the pump. No matter how hard she tried, it would have its way, and though she might struggle, she would nonetheless inflate. This could be more than a bit uncomfortable, which was why I normally used it with a rubber breathing bag to smooth out the pressure and give the girl on the receiving end of the hose a little slack. (How did I know all this? Simple. While learning how to work the machine, I tested it on myself and discovered all sorts of stuff and had more than a few close calls- either getting so big I could hardly reach the shutoff valve, nearly passing out from too much helium, or struggling to get the face mask latches to snap loose after the pump quit cold in the middle of a belly job and left me with no air to breathe. And yes, I did wet myself several times in the process, but not one of my clients so far had suffered that indignity.) I reached over with the air hose and mouthpiece and straps and gently put the plug in her mouth and cinched the straps down around her blonde head. She gazed up at me trustingly and in response I patted her cheek. For the moment I left the nose clip off so she could still breathe normally while I got the machine adjusted for her weight, lung capacity, and whatnot. The creased black rubber bag protruding from one side of the mouthpiece swelled and shrank slightly as she breathed in and out. We were almost ready. "Wait a minute, D. I just thought of something- isn't this gas supposed to make you float as you inflate? You'll rise right out of this chair unless we have some way of holding you down." She nodded and said "uh-huh" into the mouthpiece. I went back to the closet and pulled out some spare rubber mask straps and tied her wrists and ankles as gently as I could to the arms and foot extensions of the recliner. She wiggled around a bit to test the straps and get comfortable. They seemed to hold OK. "Denise, I'm going to put your nose clip on and give you just a little squirt of gas to begin with, so you can feel what it will be like once I start the pump and you begin to fill up." With the nose clip on, the only air she would be getting would be what the pump delivered, and keeping her conscious and relatively comfortable would be entirely my responsibility from that point on. I pressed the TEST button down, and a burst of gas mixture coursed through the hose and into her lungs. The hose coiled about, the breathing bag suddenly inflated into a black sphere, and Denise's chest rose. She gasped and swallowed and with her cheeks distended, she looked at the rubber balloon inches from her face and then at me. She was scared now. I released the button, and with the pressure off she exhaled into the mouthpiece. I patted her hand. "Are you OK with that?" I asked, realizing that I would have to take things slowly and as gently as I could, seeing as how this was her first time on the pump. She nodded Yes which I knew wasn't true- she was just being brave- but she had placed her trust in me, and it was time for us to start. Pump ON, pressure UP, cycle START, watch her chest and tummy. Air in the tummy. Back off on INHALE DURATION. Better. Lungs full at the peak of the pump cycle? Yes, good, lock it there and hold for three seconds and... OFF. Breast growth? Yes. Reset and switch to PROGRAM/AUTO and monitor growth and respiration. The pump went to work. With each pump cycle, her belly rose briefly but the elastic in her costume fought it and held tight. I could see her little teacup titties swelling up as the pump pushed the gas mixture into her mouthpiece. Her eyelashes fluttered and sagged a bit and she moaned- too much nitrous? More oxygen and a little more pressure. Yes. Alert again, she looked imploringly up at me and I reached out to squeeze her hand. "You're doing just fine, Denise- try to relax and inhale when the machine wants you to, OK?" "Uh-huh," she replied, between gasps and grunts. After a minute of this she sported as fine a pair of D-cup numbers as you could please, but the cups in her suit were many sizes bigger than this and we kept at it. By now I knew from firsthand experience that she could not only feel her breasts stretching out, she could actually see them herself, rising up bigger and rounder with each inhalation that the machine administered. Her swollen breasts crowded each other on her narrow chest and I realized that she would now enjoy the utterly new sensation of them actually touching and pressing softly up against one another as they continued to fill out the top half of her suit. Per its program, the pump was slowly ramping up the pressure and hold duration of each inhalation while simultaneously decreasing the exhalation window. More and more gas entered her body. Denise's brow became furrowed and her gasps and grunts grew steadily more emphatic and labored. Good! She was in time with the pump, working with it, bearing down on each cycle like a pro as her bustline continued to expand, inch by inch. At that moment it began to look as though we would actually make 50 inches by the time we had used up about a third of the rescue gas in the cylinder that fed the mixing pumps, but to my shock and dismay there came the sound of someone knocking insistently on the glass door of the salon. Suzette. I had completely forgotten about Suzette, one of Denise's co-workers from the pool, who had breathlessly called in for an urgent last-minute appointment the afternoon before. For 3:30 today. Oh My God. I was totally stuck. I quickly got up off the stool as the knocking continued out in the reception room. "Denise, I gotta answer the door, I'll be right back in a minute, OK?" Denise didn't look up. She was transfixed by the sight of her own gigantic boobs. They were just at the point when the nipples atop each swollen mountain of fat were starting to tickle against the inner surface of the cups in her suit- another new sensation for her to experience. Her thighs and belly were fattened up and the elastic material covering them was stretched very tightly. Then, just as I realized that I had neglected to lock the front door, I heard the knocking stop- and the door bash open against the stop. "Tricia? Tricia! Are you in here? Tricia!!" It was Suzette, all one hundred and eighty pounds of unstoppable Suzette, and she was excited about something. Quick footsteps across the linoleum and then that bimbo was banging away on the round silver bell on the countertop next to the telephone, ding ding ding ding! "TRICIA!!" "Dammit Suzette, I'm right here but I've got an emergency in the pump room, you gotta give me just a second-" "No no Trish, I've got something to show you-" "NOT NOW, SUZE! I- Back in the pump room, I knew Denise's nipples would now be chafing against the constraints of the cups and unless I could dispose of this dumbass Suzette, Denise's costume would be completely full, leaving her unable to breathe until I could turn off the pump. Or her costume burst. One or the other... "YES NOW, TRISH!" yelled Suzette, flushed in the face from her rush and dancing in her high heels to block my way back to the pump room. "Look at this newspaper article- there's a PLAYBOY CLUB opening and they-" "GET OUT OF MY WAY!" I yelled, as she pulled a familiar green bottle from out of her little pink knapsack and waved it in front of my face. Muffled squeals of panic came from behind the closed door to the pump room, loud enough to distract Suzette for just long enough for me to knock her to one side. I dashed for the door and Suzette came after me with her tank of rescue gas and newspaper clipping. I fumbled with the door knob. More desperate squeals, then four sharp popping noises in quick succession. The straps. They broke! Meanwhile Suzette was babbling away like a maniac and stamping her foot on the linoleum, "I know what's going on in there and why!! I want you to blow me up just as big as Denise or else I'll report you to-" I crashed the door open and tumbled into the room just as the overtaxed seams on Denise's silly costume burst and with a muffled FWHOOOOMP her body suddenly blimped out into a sphere and she rose right out of the recliner and came to rest quivering against the ceiling. Tatters of overstretched pink spandex flew everywhere and Denise's fuzzy little bunny ears fell out of the air and landed askew right on top of Suzette's head. I jerked the pump's power cord out of the wall and the pump lapsed into silence. The gauge on the rescue gas bottle now read EMPTY. Denise had been blown up like a helpless balloon with a full charge. The only sounds now were Denise's muffled cries and grunts. The mouthpiece held fast and her breathing bag was grossly blown up into a dangerously thin beach ball. I reached over to get my hands on the air hose and pull the poor girl down off the light fixtures. Suzette stood there with her mouth agape and Denise's bunny ears drooping down on her forehead, her precious bottle of pilfered rescue gas in one hand and another hot pink bunny costume hanging half out of her knapsack. 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The Pokemon Trainers' Club: Birth of a Pikachu "Wanted: long-term pet slave. Males only. Must be willing to completely submit to master for undetermined amount of time, possibly rest of life. Serious applicants only." Malcolm nodded, and hit enter, waiting for his computer to notify him of the success of his message being posted on a message board he was on. Malcolm grinned as a success message popped up on his screen. It was just a matter of time now before he became the owner of a pokemon and would be ready to begin training it... Malcolm, who was fairly rich and lived comfortably in a typical suburban town, was into pet play very heavily. He had just moved to the area recently; in his previous town, he had several friends who he would play with on a regular basis. But they were just that -- play partners. They weren't into it as seriously as he was, nor did they want to try the ideas he had. They were all content to simply be cats and dogs, but he had much more unique plans for what he wished he could do with his pet. Of course, he didn't have the resources to do all the things he wished he could for (and to) his potential pet, either... until he suddenly came into a large sum of money, though. Then, everything changed; he moved to the house he currently lived in, and after making a new group of friends, he was now looking for someone to be his full-time fantasy pet. Malcolm waited a few days, receiving several responses in that time. He started up conversations with them; most he dismissed pretty fast. They were obviously just looking for quick fun, and were under the impression that "long-term" and "completely submit" meant for a day or two. Others weren't even local, begging Malcolm to move to wherever they happened to be. He didn't want that, either. Still others thought the plans he laid down were too silly, too strict, or just "not their thing." There was one, however, who showed much promise. He sent Malcolm a long, detailed e-mail introducing himself as Jason, telling Malcolm all about himself, how it's been his fantasy to serve a master and be made into his master's pet of choosing, forever if his master should so desire. Malcolm began to talk to Jason, and the more they spoke both through e-mail, online chats, and even on the phone and in person after a while, the more Malcolm knew that Jason would be the one. After three months of getting to know each other, Malcolm and Jason met one day to finally prepare everything. Malcolm had a lawyer friend with similar interests draw up papers for Jason to sign, basically stating that anything that Malcolm should do to him from this day forward is absolutely legal and desired by Jason. After signing the papers, though, Malcolm explained to Jason that while he is now officially (and legally) his new pet, he will not hear from him for some time, as it will take him a while to get everything together. Jason understood, and the two left; Jason for his house to await the day he would be made Malcolm's new pet, and Malcolm to his own home to begin planning... After that day, Jason heard nothing from Malcolm for weeks. It wasn't until one day three weeks later when Jason was taking a walk around his block that, unbeknownst to him, he was about to be made into Malcolm's pet. While he walked, humming softly to the music on his CD player, a black van parked across the street a short distance away. Jason, not even noticing the van, was unaware as a man dressed in an all black trenchcoat and wearing dark glasses -- Malcolm -- got out of the van and silently chased Jason. Jason wasn't even aware he was being followed until a gloved hand grabbed his neck and held him in a headlock, Malcolm's other hand pressing a chloroform-soaked rag to Jason's mouth and nose. Jason struggled to get free, but tried not to struggle too hard; he already knew exactly what was happening, but played along as best he could. He suddenly fell limp, unconscious, as Malcolm grabbed him, picking him up and running back to the van, throwing Jason's limp body in the back and driving away. He drove back to his house, a few miles away, and pulled up into his garage, the door closing automatically behind him. He got out, taking off his glasses, trenchcoat, and gloves, leaving him in his standard attire of his shirt and pants, and opened the van's back doors, picking Jason's still-unconscious body up. He carried him to the door of the garage leading into his large house, opening it. It was a huge room that looked somewhat like a workshop, with all kinds of tools and other assorted materials all over the large room. Malcolm laid Jason down on a table, and prepared to get Jason ready for a new life as his pet... He began by removing all of Jason's clothing, looking over Jason's body. Jason was only in his mid-twenties, and was in pretty good shape. Jason kept his body hair somewhat shaved, but Malcolm took an electric shaver and began to shave Jason completely from head to toe, including his hair and eyebrows. Once that was finished, he pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, and opened a small jar of cream. He began to spread it over Jason's body from head to toe, massaging it into his skin. The depilatory cream took no obvious effect, but worked perfectly -- it killed all the hair follicles in Jason's skin where Malcolm had shaved, ensuring he would never need to be shaved again. After using a towel to wipe Jason's skin dry, Malcolm next took a roll of duct tape, bending Jason's leg as far as it would go until his leg was doubled over, his foot touching his butt. With that, Malcolm began to tightly and fully wrap Jason's right leg in that position. Once he finished, Jason's leg was sealed in that position, and would not be able to unbend unless Malcolm were to remove the tape. Malcolm taped Jason's left leg in an identical manner. He sat Jason up, leaning him against the wall, and next began to wrap Jason's arms tightly to his sides, starting at his shoulders. He stopped at Jason's elbows, though, leaving his arms from his elbows to his hands free. Malcolm took a pair of rubber, paw-shaped mittens with three small fingers on the ends, pulling them onto Jason's hands. He taped the ends of the paw mitts to Jason's wrists, ensuring he would not and could not remove them. With Jason's body mostly ready, Malcolm picked him up and put him into a huge cage sitting nearby on the floor, closing and locking the door while he began the preparations for the next steps. It was about this time when Jason began to awaken. He slowly opened his eyes, but quickly found he could not move as he expected to. He quickly snapped awake, fully conscious, and found himself in a cage, wrapped up with duct tape. He looked at himself, and in shock tried to unbend his legs or pull his arms away from his body. They wouldn't budge, however; nor would the paw mitts, as he found when he tried to pull them off. He looked up to see Malcolm watching him, amused. "You're finally awake," Malcolm said with a grin. "I suggest you learn to use your new arms and legs as they are. That's the only way they'll be from this day on." Malcolm walked back off to continue to make preparations to fully transform Jason, and Jason began to try to stand up on his knees, which were now his new feet. The cage was very large, so he had plenty of room to move. After falling over a few times, Jason finally figured out how to shift his weight properly to stand up on his knees as they were, wobbling slightly but standing steadily. With the help of grabbing onto the sides of the cage with his short arms, Jason began to try to walk around in the cage. He was a fast learner; it didn't take him long at all before he was taking a few wobbly steps on his own with no help from the cage. Malcolm's laughter startled Jason, though, as he spun around to see that Malcolm had returned, holding a shiny yellow garment in his hands. "Excellent! You're a fast learner, aren't you? That will do you good, pet. You'll need to be a fast learner, or else you'll have an even rougher time than you already will." "What is going on here?!" Jason demanded. Malcolm opened the cage and took the nearby roll of duct tape, tape gagging Jason as he picked him up, removing him from the cage, and sat him down on the workbench where he originally began working on him. "I suggest you forget about using your mouth to talk, pet. Besides the fact that pets don't speak human language, your mouth probably won't be free to speak anyway," Malcolm said with a slight grin as he nodded over at a nearby table. Jason looked, and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw a large collection of gags of all types sitting on the table -- plug gags, tube gags, funnel gags, penis gags in several sizes, ring gags, and more. He looked back at Malcolm, who shook out the garment he was holding so Jason could see what it. Jason already knew what it was, but he was amazed as it was constructed excellently. It was a one-piece pikachu costume, made out of thick latex. The only opening in the costume was the open face in its full hood. It was colored like a pikachu -- it was mostly yellow, with brown stripes on the back and a small brown area on the base of the attached lightning bolt-shaped tail, and black tips of the ears which were attached to the hood. The suit had an attached sheath in the appropriate position that the wearer's cock and balls would fit snugly into, and a tailhole underneath the base of the tail with an attached tube leading to the wearer's ass. Dawdling no longer, Malcolm laid Jason down on his side and stretched the open face of the suit open, beginning to slide Jason into it. He worked the suit up Jason's body until Jason's wrapped-up legs fit securely into the legs of the suit, mostly filling them out. The inside of the suit was padded in such a way that Jason's wrapped-up legs filled them out to look almost exactly like a pikachu's legs. Jason wiggled his legs slightly, and the suit's legs moved perfectly in response. Malcolm took a small hose connected to a tank and inserted it into the legs of the suit. He turned it on, and a small amount of foam flowed into the legs of the suit, expanding to completely fill out the shape and appear perfectly like a pikachu's leg. Jason could feel the foam growing warm as it began to harden slightly; it would keep and retain its shape, but being foam it was still soft enough to give a little. Malcolm continued pulling the suit up, inserting Jason's arms into the arms of the suit, the rubber three-fingered paw mitts that Jason was wearing fitting perfectly into the suit's small three-fingered hands. Again, foam was used to fill out the arms, making them look just like a pikachu's. Malcolm took the opportunity at this point to adjust Jason's cock and balls, pulling them into the sheath of the suit. An elastic-like ring around the base kept Jason's cock and balls securely inside the suit's sheath and prevented them from popping out. Malcolm also adjusted the tube in the rump of the suit, inserting the internal end slightly into Jason's ass to ensure anything going in or out of the suit's tailhole will not get inside the suit. Malcolm filled the torso of the suit with foam again from the neck down. Jason squirmed around slightly, looking down at his new pikachu-shaped body. He snapped back to attention as Malcolm ripped the tape off of Jason's mouth, almost causing Jason to scream. "I suggest you remain silent. Or else," Malcolm warned. Jason swallowed hard, and obeyed. Malcolm opened a small box nearby, first taking out a tiny tube. He put on a pair of disposable rubber gloves, and placed a drop on his finger, smearing the liquid onto Jason's closed left eye, doing the same with another drop on his right eye. Within seconds, Jason found his eyes were glued shut. Malcolm removed the gloves and tossed them aside, then pulled the main piece out of the box next -- a full-face costume prosthetic appliance. It was made in the appearance of a pikachu, and had open nostrils and a movable mouth. There were no openings for Jason's own eyes, though, which didn't matter as his eyes were sealed closed anyway. He would be able to breathe and open his mouth fine, though. Malcolm took a tube of strong prosthetic glue, and spread the glue onto both the prosthetic appliance and Jason's face. Once the glue dried slightly, Malcolm pressed the pikachu face firmly against Jason's own face, holding it in place with his hands for a few moments. After about ten seconds, Malcolm removed his hands, and Jason shook his head slightly, the prosthetic not so much as budging, glued firmly to his face. With his new face glued on, Jason's transformation was almost complete. Jason felt a somewhat tight metal collar being fastened around his neck, a small box attached to the collar pressing against the front of his throat. It was not painful or uncomfortable, but was pressed just hard enough so he knew it was there. Malcolm also attached a small, silver metal ID tag to the front of the collar, simply engraved with the name "Pikachu" on it. "You're just about ready to serve as my pet, Pikachu," Malcolm said. "You'd better get used to that name, as it is now yours. As a warning, I suggest you learn very quickly how to communicate as a pikachu." Pikachu was about to ask Malcolm what he meant by that, but as the first syllable of the word "What" began to form in Pikachu's throat, a strong, painful shock was delivered to his cock through the ring holding it in place inside the suit. Pikachu shrieked in pain, doubling over. This happened two more times as Pikachu tried to talk, and he lay on the table in agony, trying to think of what Malcolm could have meant. It suddenly dawned on him, though. Pikachus were only able to say their names. "Pika?" Pikachu tentatively muttered, pleased to find he didn't receive a shock when he did. Malcolm smiled. "Very good. That small box on your collar is a voice recognition system, designed to keep you from ever getting in the habit of speaking anything but your own language. If you should ever try to say anything other than some form of the syllables 'pi,' 'ka,' or 'chu,' then I think you'll find your little pika-cock in a world of pain as the sensor sends a signal to the built-in miniature TENS unit in the sheath of your suit, as you've seen." The final step to finish Pikachu's transformation was to stretch the hood of the suit up and onto Pikachu's head. The rest of the suit hid the collar, and Malcolm fit the edges of the face opening over the edges of the prosthetic appliance. After filling the back and sides of the head with foam to shape it properly, he applied some more of the prosthetic glue to the hood to keep it down, and after a coat of yellow liquid latex, the seam between the hood and face appliance was invisible, making it look like Pikachu wasn't even wearing a suit anymore. Feeling nothing more being done to him, Pikachu slowly sat up, rising to his feet, and trying to get used to moving around in his new body. Malcolm, however, picked up a small remote control. "Let me explain how things will be from now on, Pikachu," Malcolm began as Pikachu turned his head to look in the direction Malcolm's voice was coming from. "I am holding a remote control I will have with me at all times. It controls various parts of your suit, and I can reward you and punish you as I please. For example, if you've been a good pikachu..." Malcolm pressed a button, and the TENS unit in the sheath of Pikachu's suit switched on, this time delivering a mild, pleasurable tingling feeling to Pikachu's cock and balls, making him subconsciously moan in pleasure. Malcolm turned it off. "You like that?" Pikachu nodded. "Then I suggest you be a good pikachu and do everything you're told from now on. You've already seen that TENS unit is capable of delivering much worse than that, and you don't want that, do you, Pikachu?" Pikachu was about to say no, but was shocked, yelping and falling to the table, tears welling up in his eyes under the prosthetic. "Chuu," he whined in pain. Malcolm chuckled. "That's right. There are also electromagnets embedded in the prosthetic covering your face. Meaning if I want you silent, I can keep your mouth from opening in the first place." Malcolm hit another button, and Pikachu felt his prosthetic mouth seal closed as the electromagnets inside turned on, creating an airtight seal. He tried to open his mouth, but it was very strongly held closed. "And if you're being especially naughty, I can close other things, too..." Malcolm hit a button, and Pikachu was caught off-guard by his nostrils being sealed shut as well, preventing him from breathing. He moved his face down and reached up with his short arms to try to open his mouth or nose; when they wouldn't open he tried to pull the prosthetic off altogether. Not only could he not get a good enough grip with his new hands, he found it was firmly stuck in place. Even as he pulled against it, it felt like he was pulling on his own face. Malcolm laughed at Pikachu's futile struggles, and after a few more seconds of pika-panic, Malcolm pressed a button, stopping the electromagnets and letting Pikachu gasp for breath. "As you can see, you'd do well to do exactly as you're told from now on." While Pikachu lay on the table gasping for breath, Malcolm walked off to a corner of the room, rolling up a huge plastic pokeball. Malcolm pressed a button on the front, and the pokeball began to hiss; after two seconds of hissing, the lid popped open, revealing the inside fully covered with padded rubber, a few air tubes also installed inside to allow air flow. Malcolm picked up Pikachu (startling him), and began to stuff him into the pokeball. It was a bit small, even for Pikachu's new, smaller form, but he fit snugly inside the pokeball when Malcolm bent him into a fetal position. Malcolm grinned. "This is your pokeball, where I'll be keeping you from today on when I don't need you out. Good night, Pikachu," he said with a smile. "Rest well. Your training will begin tomorrow." With that, he closed the lid of the pokeball, and it clicked shut. He pressed the button on the front and the pokeball began to hiss again as the rubber lining inside began to inflate. It pressed firmly against Pikachu, keeping him not only safe from being jostled around but also preventing any movement whatsoever besides breathing. Pikachu struggled slightly, and was slightly worried about the idea of being "trained," but found it was quite comfortable inside his pokeball. He smiled, and with a soft, content "pika" drifted off to sleep... 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By Suelove58 (c) 2011 I suppose it all started in the middle of the summer. My neighbours Jackie and Dan were having some work done on their house while they were away on an extended holiday. When I arrived home from work on the first Monday I found the road blocked by the van and lorry of the workmen working on my neighbours' house. After sitting in my car and tooting its horn a couple of times without response I opened the car door, climbed out and made my way to my neighbours' front door. I could hear some hammering and power drills and concluded that the workmen just hadn't heard me. I rang the doorbell at least three times before the door opened revealing a young man in his early twenties. He was shirtless, wearing only jeans and workboots, revealing a nicely toned torso and well muscled arms. We both looked at each other for some seconds before I found my voice. "Can you move your van & lorry so that I can get past please?" "Yeah, sorry. Jed!" he called as he turned and walked away from me. I found myself scanning his back and jean-clad bum as he reached across and picked up a set of keys. "What!" I heard from inside the house. "Get your keys. A lady needs us to move our van & lorry." "Ah shit!" was followed by the clump of more workboots as another workman emerged from the kitchen. He was also in his twenties and dressed the same as the first workman. I was frozen in place watching the two of them as they walked towards me. When they reached the door I realised that I was staring and blocking their way. "Sorry." I said as I moved to one side. They just stood there and the first one waved his arm indicating that I should go first. I turned around and walked down the path to my car. Conscious of the two young men behind me I put a little wiggle in my walk. I was wearing a navy skirt from a business suit, a white blouse and two-inch heeled black shoes. My legs were tanned from sunbathing so I wasn't wearing nylons. Halfway down the path I turned back, ostensibly to check that they were behind me, and saw both lads' eyes glued to my bum and legs. I felt a little thrill at the thought of the young men admiring me. All of that work in the gym was worthwhile after all. I got into my car and moved it away slightly to allow then to manoeuvre their vehicles so that I could get past. As I drove past them I gave them a toot and a wave as a thank you. When I reached my house I turned my car around so that I had to climb out towards my neighbours' house. The two lads were standing watching. I waved at them again then quickly entered my own home. I realised that I was breathing deeply and feeling slightly flushed. My encounter with the two lads had definitely affected me. Nearly every other evening for the next two weeks the events were repeated, except that I discovered there were another three workmen in the house. By the end of the two weeks I knew their names were Jed, Tom, Ian, Geoff and Bill. I admit that I started looking forward to the encounters and found myself loosening an extra button on my blouse on my way home. During the third week the weather was hotter and the lads' outfits changed to shorts instead of jeans and I wore slightly more transparent blouses. On the Friday I was feeling adventurous so I removed my bra in the car park at work and drove home with the air conditioning turned up high in my car. By the time I reached my road my nipples were very prominent. Sure enough, when Ian answered the door his eyes immediately spotted my condition. As he went to pick up his keys he shouted to tell his mates that I was here and they all came to the door to say hello. Standing there with my nipples visible through my blouse and my cleavage very apparent, having loosened an extra button after Ian had turned away, I felt myself blush slightly as I saw the expressions on their faces and how their eyes roamed over my body. I could feel myself responding to their lustful looks. As soon as I got into my house my hands touched my breasts and through my blouse I tweaked my nipples, sending pleasurable feelings through my body. I loosened my blouse as I climbed the stairs and removed it as quickly as I could. My bra soon followed it as did my skirt and panties. I was desperate to give myself pleasure and release. I lay down on my bed and my hand moved over my stomach, down through my hair and to my pussy. My fingers found my very wet slit and I slid them between my lips. As my middle finger teased at my entrance my palm rested against my clit. My finger penetrated me and I pressed my palm harder against my clit. I moved my palm over my clit and an orgasm hit me. I gasped as my hips jerked uncontrollably. I lay back as I started breathing more easily, shocked at the speed and intensity of my pleasure. I allowed myself time to recover then slipped on a robe and spent the evening wondering where this was going. During the fourth week the flirting continued. I took changes of clothes into work with me each day and changed into them in the ladies at a shopping centre on the way home. On the Monday and Tuesday I wore a yellow dress which buttoned down the front, no bra and yellow panties which matched the dress. I made sure the top two and bottom two buttons of the dress were not fastened. When I arrived at my road I spotted the lads looking out of the windows so I made sure that I was less careful than usual as I climbed out of my car. I'm sure they saw a nice flash of my panties as my legs parted and I stood up. When the door opened the lads' eyes fixed on my breasts and they commented on my less formal attire. I explained that the air conditioning wasn't working at the office so we were dressing casually until it was repaired. On the Wednesday and Thursday I wore a halter top, no bra, a wrap-around skirt and no panties. Again I was less than decorous as I climbed out of my car. The skirt parted and my bush was momentarily revealed. I knew I was having an effect on the lads as, when they came to the door, I could see more prominent bulges in their shorts. On the Thursday they invited me into the house, ostensibly to "see their work". I told them that I was sorry but I needed to get home. I did, however, also let them know that I was planning on finishing work early on the Friday so that I could sunbathe in my garden. On Friday I again drove the last stretch home in a halter top and wrap-around skirt. When I arrived home I was disappointed to find the lads' van and lorry already off to one side, allowing me to drive past without stopping. Ian was walking from the van to the house at the time so I tooted the car horn and waved to him. He waved back, turned back around and walked towards me. I stopped and lowered my car window. "So, Sue, you finished early after all?" "Yes, and now I'm off to make the most of the sun in my garden." "Well, I am having fun visualising you in a bikini." "Mm, I don't remember saying that I sunbathed in a bikini." He looked slightly puzzled as he asked "So you like to remain covered? I haven't seen any white patches in the glimpses you've been giving us. Are you a fake-tanner then?" I laughed and blushed "Well, Jed, I have a nice private area in my garden. I leave the rest to your imagination." His eyes widened and he was momentarily nonplussed then realised what I was hinting at. "Now that is very cruel Sue. I'm going to be a bit distracted when I'm working this afternoon." "Well, just keep it as our secret." I said, thinking that there was little chance of that happening. There was no doubt in my mind that the thought of those lads being distracted on account of me was a thrill. "I must go. Give my regards to everyone." Ian stood back from the car window and I drove the short distance to my home. When I climbed out of my car Ian was still standing in the road. I waved and went into the house. I prepared myself a drink, picked up my sun-cream and towels and carried them into the garden. I went back into the house and removed my top and skirt, my mind still awhirl with the flirting. I settled on to the lounger and rubbed cream on my arms and legs then lay down on my stomach and dribbled sum cream onto my bum. After about 20 minutes I rolled over onto my back then sat up and rubbed cream into the fronts of my legs. I started at my feet and worked my way higher and higher to the tops of my legs. I momentarily ran my fingers over my bush but resisted doing anything more intimate to myself. I switched my attention to my arms and applied cream up to and over my shoulders. I arched my back as I dribbled cream onto my chest. I enjoyed the warmth of the sun as I massaged the cream into my skin. I then settled back as I liberally coated my breasts, stomach and mound. As the sun heated my skin I remembered my flirting with the lads over, particularly, the last week and my right hand edged to my stomach. I moved my fingers through my bush, teasing my skin with my nails. I could hold back no more and started to finger my pussy. I reached for the sun-cream, poured a dollop onto my hand and worked it into my lips. It felt nicely cool compared with the heat emanating from my pussy. I moaned with pleasure at the contrast and started to rub my pussy. I've masturbated a few times in my life, but never have I used so much speed on my clit and pussy. I rubbed fast, not wanting a slow ascent to my orgasm. The adventures of the last few weeks preyed heavily on me and I needed to cum quickly. My head started thrashing from side to side as I reached my peak, my back arching as I pushed three fingers deep my slit. My legs were bent at the knees with my feet resting on the lounger. I lifted my bum high into the air as the waves of pleasure crashed through my body. I started bucking as my body convulsed in orgasm. I started to come down from the heights of orgasm when I thought I heard something. I removed my fingers from my pussy and slowly opened my eyes. I froze as I made out silhouettes surrounding me. Shocked, I saw Jed, Ian, Tom, Geoff and Bill gathered around me. I let out a small scream and covered my breasts with one hand and my pussy with my other. Even though I'd been flirting and teasing them and giving them glimpses of my body for almost four weeks I was taken aback to find them in my garden. I wondered how much of my wanton display they had seen. The lads moved closer and surrounded me, enclosing me in a circle. "Wow, Sue. That was fucking fantastic." In my befuddled state I didn't recognise the voice. I weakly protested and asked them to leave. "After we've become such good friends? C'mon Sue, don't go all shy and unfriendly on us! You looked so hot fingering your cunt." Suddenly I felt someone stroke my arm. I had enjoyed the flirting and teasing but a sense of trepidation filled me as I felt vulnerable. I started to stand up to try to get into the house but I was surrounded and they wouldn't let me leave the patio. Hands were now rubbing my arms, legs, neck and back but they stayed away from my more private areas. I tried to force my way out of the ring but doing so only brought me into contact with one or another of the lads. "Sue, we won't hurt you. We'll just sit and talk if you want, but let us appreciate your body in its glory for a few minutes." I looked around and could see no escape. I moved towards the patio doors but came up against Ian. He embraced me, rubbing his bare chest against mine. After a few awkward moments someone's hands stroked my back. Then the others on each side each grabbed a leg. Together the lads laid me back on the lounger. I struggled slightly to break free but that only caused them to grasp my arms as well as my legs and hold me down. After a few moments I tired a little and each man held a limb in one hand while stroking my legs, arms, or neck with the other. I closed my eyes as the lad at my head cradled me against his crotch as he sat cross-legged. My resistance was lessening. All five of them continued massaging me gently. I began to relax and enjoy their ministrations. I felt their grips loosen and ten hands were caressing me. They passed around the sun-cream and began to smooth it over areas of my exposed flesh. The lad at my head began moving his strokes slowly, millimetre by millimetre, from my neck onto my upper chest. At the same time the two working on my legs moved higher and higher up my thighs and the two on my arms soon stroked their entire length to my shoulders. I opened my eyes to see that Geoff had my right arm, Ian my right leg, Bill my left leg and Jed my left arm which meant that Tom was at my head. They kept their touching away from my pussy, which helped me to relax a little. Soon they prodded me to roll over onto my stomach. I was slightly worried, as I felt more vulnerable, but they continued to massage my legs, arms and back. They gently worked the cream into me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the treatment. I couldn't help but moan softly. Assuming they'd kept the same responsibilities, Ian and Bill's hands moved higher and higher on my legs and began stroking the cheeks of my bum. They were soon massaging my cheeks gently and sensuously as Geoff, Jed and Tom worked my upper body. These boys were good. I briefly wondered if they were a regular team at such things. I'm not sure how long they continued this treatment but I drifted into my own little world under their hands. I was momentarily brought out of my dreamlike state as they prodded me to turn over onto my back. I thought about moaning my disapproval of being revealed to them again but realised it would be no use and lay back on the lounger. The lads re-started their sensuous massage. In a few minutes Ian and Bill became a more bold in their movements along my legs and up my thighs. Occasionally their hands would bump up against my crotch and the side of their hands would briefly come into contact with my pussy as they rubbed my upper thighs. Meanwhile the other three continued to work on my arms and upper chest and were also becoming more daring, touching the globes of my breasts and moving them around slightly. Suddenly Tom lowered my head to the lounger, causing me to open my eyes. "Come on boys, let's move her." He said. The next thing I knew I was being lifted from the lounger and moved towards the lawn. The cushion from the lounger was positioned beneath me and I was lowered onto it. As I was settled onto it I opened my eyes again. I saw Tom tap Geoff on the shoulder and Geoff released my arm. I noticed that Tom was naked, his cock resting between his legs in a semi-erect state. Tom lowered himself onto his knees next to me, positioning himself so that my arm and hand were between his legs. My hand was only inches below his dangling balls. Geoff appeared on my right and tapped Jed on the shoulder. As Jed moved away and Geoff moved into my vision I gasped at the size of his cock. Even though it was only semi-erect it looked to be quite impressive. Geoff settled down opposite Tom and he moved my right arm so that my hand was not far from his balls. This tapping on the shoulder and replacing each other continued until all five lads were naked and kneeling down beside me. All the while the stroking of my body continued. I was enjoying their attention more and more. I was taking deeper breaths all of the time and my nipples were standing out as far as they'd ever been. Bill, who was working my legs, reached up and touched my mound. This action caused me to shudder and the reflex action of moving my arms brought my hands into contact with Tom and Geoff's balls. All of a sudden Bill said, "O.K. I can't resist any more." He then reached over for the sun-cream and dribbled some on my pubic hair. After putting the bottle down he reached forward and rubbed it in to my mound, then trailed his fingers over my clit to my lips. My hips jerked and twisted at his touch but my legs were held apart by Jed & Ian and I was utterly exposed to him. He rubbed my clit for a minute or two and then slowly worked his middle finger into my pussy. "Boys, she's so fucking wet!" He dipped his fingers into me then smeared my juices as lubricant on his cock and stroked himself until his cock was fully erect. "Lift her up." Each of the others cradled a part of my body, controlling my squirming. They lifted me up until I was at the height of Bill's waist. Bill then stepped forward between my legs and rubbed his cock up and down my slit. I'm not sure what I was saying but I think I again protested weakly and begged him not to fuck me. By that time, though, I think I knew that any such pleas would fall on deaf ears. I needed to put up the token resistance for my own peace of mind. Tom and Geoff lifted my head a little so that I could see Bill. He had moved forward a little more and had rested his cock on my pubic bone, so that its head was visible through my mound. It disappeared from view and I felt it slowly begin to be inserted. Bill worked very slowly, allowing just the tip to penetrate me then pausing, then nudging in a little further. "God, she's trying to suck me in." I heard him say. I was not in control of the actions of my pussy but his deliberately slow penetration was a cruel torture. Bill started moving back and forth, increasing his depth of penetration each time until he was fully inserted. This was the first cock I had had inside of me for some little time and the feeling was something I had missed. The other men began to rock me back and forth on Bill's cock. He was quite vocal, saying how good and tight I felt as I looked down between my legs, watching intently. I didn't know whether to enjoy it or show a little resistance and fight back in some way. After a little while I gave in to the inevitable and began to respond. As soon as he detected some enthusiasm Bill moved my legs up over his shoulders and signalled the others to lower me to the ground. Once I was flat on my back he began his own rhythm, moving slowly back and forth. Geoff and Tom took hold of my hands and moved them to their cocks. I allowed their cocks to rest on my palms but each thrust from Bill caused my hands to move. They then wrapped my fingers around their cocks and I tightened my gripped slightly. I allowed my head to drop back, relaxed and closed my eyes as Bill worked away between my legs. I could feel my pleasure building. A nice warm feeling was spreading through my body and I almost groaned in frustration as I felt Bill withdraw completely. My feet rested on the ground, my legs bent at the knees. The next thing I knew, hands were on my knees, spreading them as far apart as they would go. "Sue, you smell delicious." I recognised Jed's voice then I felt a gentle waft of air against my pussy lips. My hips started moving due to the teasing quality until hands pressed down on my hips to keep me still. "Oh God, what are you doing?" I groaned out loud. Then I felt the soft lips of someone's mouth cover my pussy. I have always enjoyed receiving oral sex and as he went to town alternating between my lips and my clit I moaned with pleasure. I gripped the cocks in my hands tighter and began to stroke them almost subconsciously. Whoever was between my legs continued his ministrations and I soon began bucking with pleasure and stroking the cocks faster and harder. The lad licking me suddenly inserted his fingers into me and continued his tongue lashing of my sensitive parts. I tensed and moaned a deep guttural sound as my pussy began to pulse with pleasure then, as I came, I screamed then stopped all movement as I gasped for breath. My orgasm had been amazingly brief but intense. I rested and then Bill resumed his position between my legs and slowly reinserted his tool. I had resigned myself to the situation so I relaxed and began to respond to his movements. I gripped the two cocks in my hands and slowly began to pump them again. Bill increased the force and pace of his thrusts. He reached down and locked my knees in his arms, pulling my legs up and pressing them against my shoulders. I was momentarily discomforted, never having been fucked like that before, then I realised I could feel a deeper penetration. I moaned louder when Bill stopped, groaned loudly himself and tensed the muscles of his legs. I felt his cock swell and stopped moving myself so that I could feel each squirt from his cock. After about thirty seconds he released my legs and dropped onto my chest. He lay still, catching his breath as his cock softened and then slid out of me. Geoff and Tom moved their cocks out of my hands. Geoff moved off to the side and laid back on the lawn. His cock was standing proud as he stroked it himself. "Come here Sue. You know you would love this inside of you. See how big you've made me. I want you to ride me. Feel me deep." His words were making me dizzy as I did, indeed, wonder just what it would feel like to have such a monster inside me. As he stroked it he would bend it onto his stomach then move it so that it stood straight in the air. I could hear a general murmur of voices, all of which were encouraging me. I wanted control to be taken away from me and for them to carry me over to Geoff's stunning rod but they had released me and were just waiting to see what I would do next. I wondered if they would think I was a slut if I went to it myself. I had fingered myself (unknowingly) in front of them, been licked and fucked by one strange cock whilst stroking another two strange cocks. And now, the biggest cock I had seen was on offer to me. I knew I was lost to the situation. I had never felt so wanton and I was loving it. Especially the thought that a fifty years old woman could be of sexual interest to five lads in their twenties. I took a moment to look at their bodies. Okay, they weren't the Chippendales but they were all nicely toned and I had no doubt that they had lots of energy stored up. I turned my attention back to Geoff's cock. I crawled over to the awaiting erection as I felt Bill's cum oozing out of my pussy and down my legs. As I got to Geoff's cock I reached forward and touched it gently. I had some little fun trailing my fingers over it, inspecting it closely. I decided that I wanted to taste it so I bent closer to it then extended my tongue and ran it up and down Geoff's length. I lapped at it with my tongue, teasing some pre-cum out of its slit. I felt hands rubbing my back and my bum. Whilst I was playing with Geoff's cock hands began rubbing my breasts. Suddenly I felt a cock at my pussy. I glanced back and saw Ian as I felt his cock ease inside me. He started moving in and out of me as I continued to kiss, lick and stroke the rod in front of me. It wasn't long before I was moaning again due to the pleasurable sensations spreading from my pussy. I hadn't had two real cocks in my body at the same time for a while. I had forgotten how good it could feel but I was being reminded of it now. I continued to suck and lick the cock in my mouth but would pause every now and then to savour the feeling of the cock inside my pussy. Ian picked up speed then groaned and pulled me tight against him. As he spurted inside me I stopped sucking Geoff and closed my eyes, feeling each jet of sperm entering me. Eventually Ian stopped twitching and then withdrew, leaving my pussy feeling very empty. I quickly moved astride Geoff, positioning my slit above his cock. I rubbed the lips of my pussy against his cock, spreading a mixture of my juices and Bill & Ian's sperm over Geoff. He didn't seem to mind and had a wicked grin on his face. "You are going to feel so fucking full." He said. I whispered "Yes, I want it so much but please go slow." He reached down and I raised myself up slightly. I looked down between my breasts and watched as Geoff placed the head of his cock against my entrance. I began to lower myself, savouring each millimetre of the large cock as it invaded my pussy. I moved up and down slightly, taking a little more of Geoff's cock each time. After about two or three minutes I had taken it all and our pubic bones met. I closed my eyes, sitting still, just absorbing sensations of having the rock hard tool inside my pussy. Once I was used to it I began to move, lifting myself a little way then dropping back down. The others gathered round and began to stroke my body. After a little while my thighs and knees were hurting and I was find that a bit of a distraction so I stopped and settled down with Geoff's cock fully embedded again. I stayed still, enjoying the sensation of hands continually stroking my body. "Help me." I said as I reached out. Jed and Tom held my hands and I used them as leverage to lift myself up and off Geoff's cock. I moved my towel under my knees, got down on all fours and looked over my shoulder at Geoff. He was lying there stroking his cock. Our eyes met and he knew I wanted him inside me again. The others watched as he levered himself up, moved behind me and eased his cock inside me. He gradually got faster and harder and I couldn't help but utter little squeals of pleasure as his cock sawed in and out of me. Even through the jerking and shaking of Geoff fucking me I could see Tom and Jed stroking their cocks. Suddenly Geoff tensed and squirted his sperm into me and he fell forward over me. His cock softened amazingly quickly and he eased up and out of me. As he did so Tom lay down on the lounger cushion that was next to me and encouraged me to move over him. I was still breathing heavily after my exertions with Geoff so I just flattened my body over his. Our lips met and I savoured the gentleness of a soft kiss. Tom took my hips in his hands and edged my pussy past his cock which promptly stood up straight and rested against my pussy lips. I sat up and reached between my legs then guided this new cock into my pussy without any prompting. He immediately reached up and started massaging my breasts, tweaking and pulling on my nipples. I could sense someone moving behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jed. He somehow knelt right behind me then reached around and began to stroke my breasts too. Having four hands playing with my breasts and nipples was wonderful. When Jed started kissing and nibbling my neck from behind my knees briefly weakened with the novel and overwhelming sensations he and Tom were causing. I was disappointed when Jed stopped his touching and kissing and eased away from me but I soon concentrated on grinding my clit against Tom as me continued to stretch my nipples. I felt Jed's hand on my back easing me forwards then I felt his fingers at my pussy. I had been stretched by Geoff and there was a little space for Jed's fingers next to Tom's cock. He urged me forward and down again until I was lying flat against Tom. Then I felt something nudging against my opening and I realised that he was going to try to fit his cock in alongside Tom's. I almost fainted as Jed's cock stretched my pussy and nudged its way into me. I was impressed with Jed's patience as he was gentle and took his time, prodding away until he was also buried to the hilt. I moaned at the sensation and together we began to establish a new rhythm. Then Bill, who had been watching, moved over and knelt in front of my face, offering me his wilted cock. I reached forward and took it my hand, gave it a few strokes and felt it firming up, then I opened my mouth and allowed it past my lips. I closed my mouth around Bill's cock and allowed the movement from Jed and Tom's combined motions slide Bill's cock in and out of my mouth. I used my tongue to stimulate the head and the rest of the shaft in my mouth. This was definitely a first for me, three cocks in me at the same time. I certainly hadn't imagined anything like this would happen whilst I was flirting with the lads over the last few weeks. After another five minutes Tom began to tense and started grinding our pubic bones harder. Then he stopped moving and it was his turn to leave a deposit inside my pussy. As Tom started to spurt, Jed groaned out loud and also started cumming inside me too. I stopped stimulating the cock in my mouth so that I could experience the double ejaculations and from nowhere an orgasm swept over me. The three of us just collapsed in a heap. I had barely gotten my breath back when Bill tugged me from the pile of bodies and rolled me onto my back. He moved between my legs and his cock was immediately at my pussy lips. He plunged in quickly and began hard and fast movements, holding my arms above my head while he pounded away. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes again. I was in a constant state of arousal and As began to whimper in little moans and stifled cries again. I momentarily worried that if any other neighbours were in their gardens they might come round to investigate or complain about the noise but Bill's pounding between my legs soon put that out of my mind. I was in a daze and then I felt another cock nudging at my mouth. My slightly parted lips were too much of a temptation it seemed. I opened my eyes to see someone's groin right next to my face. I looked upwards and saw that it was Ian. I opened my mouth wider and his semi-hard cock nudged inside. My pussy was beginning to feel sore from the unexpected punishment it had taken today when Bill groaned loudly and collapsed on top of me. I could just about feel a couple of spurts as his hips made a couple of twitches. As Bill moved off and out of me Ian removed his cock from my mouth and took Bill's place between my legs. "No, no more." I tried to say but I think grunts just came out of my mouth and Ian finally penetrated my pussy. He seemed to be eager to fill my pussy with his cum, as he thrust in and out of me as hard and fast as Bill had done. These lads were wearing me out. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. Suddenly Ian lifted my legs up by my ankles and held them straight up in the air. I could hear squelching as his cock was forcing his friends' deposits out of me. I briefly wondered if he had had sloppy-seconds (or thirds) before. I could hear words of encouragement for Ian as he moved his hips around, changing the sensations I was feeling. A shadow blocked the sunlight and I realised that someone else had taken hold of my ankles and was easing my legs towards my head. This encouraged Ian, who made deeper thrusts inside me that started me building towards another orgasm despite the uncomfortable position I was in. I opened my eyes and stared into Ian's then I grunted "Yes. Come on. Fuck me. Fill me. Give me your cum." Each sentence was separated by a gasp as I desperately tried to breathe. Ian fucked me good and hard for a few more thrusts then he uttered a very loud "Yes" and stopped moving. I only felt one spurt from his cock inside me but that was enough to trigger another orgasm for me. At which point I must have passed out. As I regained my senses I could hear low voices. I opened my eyes and saw all five men sitting at my patio table. I was aching all over and my pussy felt very sore. Not even in the heat of passion as a young woman had I had so much cock inside of me. At 50 I might be more experienced and worldly wise than the five young men who had enjoyed my body but I had to admit that they certainly knew what to do to keep a woman entertained with their cocks. One of my hands slowly stroked my stomach, down through my bush and touched my swollen and no doubt inflamed pussy lips. I jerked at the touch against my sensitive area and the conversation around the table stopped. "Look, she's still not finished." I heard someone say. "Oh yes I am." I groaned back at them "You have certainly given me a workout. I won't be able to have fun for a month and God knows whether I'll be able to walk properly!" I said it with a smile and they all grinned back at me. "Well in that case there's one last thing to do!" Tom said. I was puzzled by his statement then suddenly thought that he was referring to anal sex. In my weakened state I knew I wouldn't be able to fight against them if that was what he meant but I had never allowed a cock near my bum and didn't want to start now. "No. Sorry. I am finished. I can't do anything more." I said with more strength than I really had. "Aw, come on Sue. You can help us. All we want to do is give you a shower." He said as Tom, Jed and Geoff stood up and started moving towards me, stroking their cocks as they surrounded me again. Bill and Ian remained at my patio table, drinking bottles of beer that, I assumed, they had liberated from my fridge. I briefly thought about chastising them but quickly decided that they had probably earned it. I looked at each one as their cocks started to harden, noticing the slightly different grips they used. I felt a tingle going through my body again but was sure that I would not enjoy another cock pounding at my pussy. Jed, Ian, Tom and Bill stood two on either side of me as Geoff again moved between my legs. There was a slight twinge of pain as I again felt the head of Geoff's cock at my pussy lips. "Oh God." I thought as I realised that I wanted to feel him inside me again. Just the thought of feeling full of him again sent all doubts spinning away. "Please, take it very easy. You boys have done more to me than I ever thought possible." "That's fine Sue. Just enjoy!" Geoff said as his tool stretched my lips again and he slowly eased himself inside me. I couldn't decide whether to moan with pleasure or pain as his cock filled me again. I was very impressed as he showed sympathy to my predicament and did indeed move only slowly, setting up a rhythm he was comfortable with and which soon had pleasurable sensations running through my body. Meanwhile the Jed and Tom were wanking their cocks as they watched Geoff pleasure me for the second time. I reached out with my hands and cupped their balls. I have always looked after my finger nails and knew that men enjoyed feeling them raking gently over their balls. I flexed my fingers and both men jumped in surprise. Their hands moved faster up and down their shafts as I played with their balls and Geoff continued his stimulation of my pussy. The remaining time passed in a blur. It might have been one minute, five minutes or ten minutes. I could feel the pleasure building in me once again. Geoff's tenderness was overriding the slight twinges of pain I had felt when he had first started. I was surprised as I felt myself building towards another orgasm. My teasing of Jed and Tom's balls stopped as I started playing with my own breasts. Tweaking and pulling my nipples helped me towards my peak. Geoff increased the speed of his thrusts. I was gasping with his thrusts. Geoff started groaning with pleasure, indicating that he was approaching his own orgasm. Suddenly he moaned even louder and thrust a final time. I felt his cock jerk inside me and I twisted my nipples, causing another orgasm to wash over me. I moaned out loud myself. As I rested after my exertions I suddenly remembered Jed and Tom. I opened my eyes when Jed groaned and watched as sperm jumped from his cock, landing on my chest. The pace of Tom's cock strokes increased and he soon groaned himself. Again I watched as sperm spurted from his cock and landed on my stomach. He squeezed his cock to extract the last few dribbles. Jed, Tom and Geoff moved away from me back to the patio table. They all picked up their own bottles of beer and clinked them together. "Well Sue that was a most enjoyable afternoon." said Tom. "We hope you have had as much fun as we have had. You certainly seemed to." I smiled at him and nodded my head but couldn't actually say anything. I pointed at my towels and Bill reached across and passed one to me. I cleaned the sperm off me with the towel. I lifted my arms up towards them and Jed moved to me to help me to my feet. I managed to stand but my legs were very weak. Jed led me to the patio table and I sat on the final spare seat. I could feel the numerous deposits oozing out of my slit but at that time I just couldn't care less about how it looked. I pointed to my glass and Tom passed it to me. I took and drink and felt my power of speech returning to me. "Yes, it has certainly been interesting. Much as I would like to invite you boys to dinner I don't think my body could take it." I said with a smile. "Sorry Sue, we'd have to decline. We already have plans for this evening and we have to clean up at Jackie's before we head off. But if you and Jackie would like a repeat, Jackie has our number." It took a little while for the implications of what he said to sink in. "Jackie? Really? No, I can't believe that. Jackie and Dan are a solid couple." I said. They were all smiling as they struggled into their shorts and boots. They walked towards me and each of them gave me a chaste kiss on my lips then they walked away around the side of the house. I sat there for at least five minutes then I got to my feet, collected my towels and, with shaking legs, moved slowly into the house. I ran a nice hot bath and settled back for a long soak. I shuddered as I thought about what had happened in my garden during the afternoon. I had never thought of myself as so adventurous (or 'slutty'). I had received, one way or another, ten loads of cum and had no idea how many orgasms I had experienced. Then my thoughts drifted to Jackie and I decided I would be popping down to see her as soon as she and Dan got back from their holiday. Oh happy days!	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Ashe's calves were burning from walking so long in soft sand. Her village of Bustdowl sat between a sandy desert and the scab lands at the base of a volcanic mountain range. It had been part of a much more hospitable kingdom, but neighbouring kingdoms grew paranoid of its magical prowess and obliterated it in war long ago. A few villages dotting the ruinous edges of the former land are all that have remained for hundreds of years. Needless to say the location of the village made it difficult to harvest anything from the land, or find any animals to hunt. As a remnant of the kingdom they were not welcome in the neighboring regions. They were stuck trying to make a living from dust. That is why Ashe is heading into the sandy dunes now in spite of the many dangers- she was looking for any remains of an old shrine from the kingdom, to pray for food for her village before the sands swallowed it as well. Her dark skin was hidden under grey robes that seemed far too large for her, but were actually the right size. It needed to be made of very thin material, but it also needed to bury her body completely from the light, and still be loose enough to breath. When she left the village she walked through the fountain to make sure she was as wet as possible for as long as possible, and held a chain of five gourds filled with water over her shoulder. She had only gone through two by the time she seen the temple ruins. It was only partly visible over the sand, but the statue of a well endowed woman holding an apple, sitting on the nearly touching horns of a well endowed cow was on the very top- serving as an unmistakable marker. When Ashe reached the edges she could see down into it as there was never a roof on the main yard of the shrine, the walls bent in just enough to shield it from blowing sands. Ashe slipped down on the far side of the yard because there was stairs connecting several plateaus- the farthest part was the highest up, and the archways in on all three sides were buried far under sand so she couldn't enter at what used to be ground level. The stone reliefs around all the walls told tales of great bounties of fruit, meat, and drink alike being shared here. That was long before the war though- and Ashe wondered if the black grime stuck in the deeper crevices was actually dirt, or ancient bloodstains. In the actual structure she wandered in circles twice before realising. The only rooms were already raided of everything, including tomes and goddess statuettes. The middle area of the structure had no doors accessing it, though she seen an odd ornate section of wall back at the front that could be a door. There was no handles and pushing on it did nothing though. It depicted a relief of the goddess of bounty with arms open as if to embrace, and then three shallow pits. Ashe blushed, realising what the pits looked like, and reluctantly pulled her robe back and opened it completely at the front. She placed her head into the top oblong indentation, and as soon as the curve of her breasts touched the other two, the wall split and opened on its own. Only women were allowed in the core of the shrine as attendants to the goddess. Inside the area was lit by a soft golden light coming from a huge hourglass hanging from the very far roof. The chamber was huge and lined with badly damaged statues, a few huge stone blocks that had fallen loose, and a mat of powder-like sand. The hourglass was suspended by two chains, but one was limp. They attached to either end so which chain was taught would indicate which way the sand flows. More alarming though, the top was nearly drained of sand, and ran down on an eerily detailed model of Ashe's village! As she got closer she was startled terribly by a voice of a woman she had not seen appear! "It has been too long since someone has come here. This lands time was nearly up." "G-goddess of bounty!?" The woman laughed. "I suppose? My name is Urn. I am who this shrine was built to contain, but I am no God. I am a genie." Urn wore no clothing really, but was well adorned all over with intricate and delicate looking golden jewelry set with leaf shaped emeralds, fruit shaped rubies, and droplet shaped sapphires and opal, with translucent cloth webbed between. "Please, can you save my village? We have water- it is driven up from the volcanic activity nearby, but the ground is parched and dead...water just drains through it, we cannot harvest barely anything. And lack of plant life means very few animals to hunt..." Urn only half nodded, pacing a bit in place enough for Ashe to notice she left no footprints in the sand. "I can return food to your village and the land. It will take time for the land to recover though...a LOT of time. Are you prepared to sacrifice anything for your village though? My power can do nothing without your sacrifice, otherwise I would have done it eons ago." Ashe nodded quickly. She could easily have died on the way here- if it meant saving everyone else, how could she not put her life on the line? She closed her eyes, waiting for Urn to strike her down but yelped in surprise as the sudden tingle in her nipples. She opened her eyes again, clutching her arms over her breasts in confusion. Her nipples became rock hard, tingling as they stretched larger than ever before! Her modest bust started to plumpen as well, filled with warmth and a pleasurable feeling that caused her nethers to pulse in time with it. Her breasts outgrew her hands almost instantly, and became more bouncy and less jiggly. They were firming up, and she started to feel a tightening outward pressure. Ashe grunted from the pleasure and pressure as beads of white started to form around her fat nipples! "What is happening!?" "I am using you as a conduit for my power. Abundance!". URB reached around from behind Ashe and heft one of her breasts. "You wish to feed the people, yes? You will produce nutrition endlessly, which will restore the land and its people!" Beside them the chains holding the hourglass shifted, turning it upsidedown, draining sand from Bustdowl village. Ashe's breasts were getting quite heavy and big enough that they eclipsed most of her torso already. She had to bend forward and brace her hands on her knees, letting her huge breasts hang off her like udders! "T-this isn't how...I...aah!" Her nipples sprayed out a bit from a surge of pressure. "Why can't you use your own body!?" "Do you know how a genie gets its powers?" "I don't...born with it?" "No, Djinn are born with their powers, not Genie." Urn pointed to a mostly buried human skull in the back corner. "I have been dead for thousands of years. I don't have a body. My power is what used to be my own life force, concentrated into a new purpose, killing me in the process. I had attendants that served me before as vessels but they were butchered in the war. Without any female hosts my power has been useless...till you arrived." Ashes cried out again from unwanted pleasure. Bent over like this, her breasts were taking so much space they were starting to grow into her face. Her nipples and areola were growing too, now each nipple alone as fat around as a large coin! She was dribbling milk uncontrollably into the silken soft sand in the chamber. Her legs started to buckle and Urb gently grabbed her breasts from behind to hold them up enough to guide her over to a stand and ease her down. The stone stand pressed against her front, cupping her bloated boobs at the base, holding them off her body slightly for comfort. This is where past avatars sat as well. Ashe was trying to resist the unwanted pleasure, but doing so was also holding back the magic and causing it to drag out longer than necessary. Telling herself once again this was for the village...no matter how embarrassing. Ashe willed herself to relax as much as possible and the growth sped up accordingly. Kneeled her breasts were taller than she was now! She gripped the warm rubbery wall of flesh and moaned in pleasure, letting down her guard. Ashe knew she wouldn't be going anywhere from now on, when she realised the huge bowl-like indentations were not to collect milk in- it was for her breasts to sit in! Milk ran down reservoirs like small rivers, running along walls and forming patterns through floors, veining out through the entire temple. Wherever a pathway drained into the ground, the sand compacted and revived, becoming soil. The ancient bones of tree roots and withered seed husks in the ground came back to life as small plants and trees alike erupted from the ground like green fireworks! The temple yard became a verdant paradise in under half an hour. Very slowly the sand around the temple started to compact and live again, as Urn's power slowly seeped out into the rest of the land. On the back wall two gigantic areola stuck out with tree-stump sized nipples perpetually spurting streams of rich sweet milk. On the other side of the wall, two breasts took up almost the entire chamber! At the apex, Ashe sat marveling at the gigantic masses that had grown from her. 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As I drove through town towards Angela's apartment, Robin and I discussed her plan to confront her best friend of ten years. Snow steadily fell from the sky and I had the heat on full. Robin still wore her thin turquoise dress from the night before, so it was a challenge to keep her warm. The roads were slick with ice that had formed overnight, so I drove slowly, which gave us even more time to formulate her plan. Forgiveness is a funny thing. Robin really wanted to forgive Angela. One thing that was very true about Robin since I had first met her was that she really didn't like negative emotions. She was a hot fiery redhead. She was quick to anger but she didn't like it. She always regretted it afterward. So, in forgiving Angela, Robin would be able to let go of her own negative emotions. In reality for most people, but especially for Robin, forgiveness is a selfish act. It's done to make her feel better. Now, I forgive my mother no matter what she says and, God knows, she never apologizes. Robin was different. For her to truly forgive Angela and really let it go, she needed Angela to express regret and exhibit a true act of contrition. Angela fulfilled Robin's requirements for forgiveness by texting her how sorry she was and then setting up the party we enjoyed so much the previous evening. I parked in the parking garage of the complex and we both went up to the apartment, her code still working on the front door. I offered to stay behind but Robin insisted I accompany her. So, it was with mixed emotions that I stood behind her as she knocked on the door. The door swung open quickly to reveal Angela. Her long blond hair was damp and she wore only a thin pink robe. She flashed us a really big smile, glad to see Robin at her door. Robin asked calmly, "Can we come in?" Angela tried to suppress her excitement as she said, "Yes, of course, please come in." Robin walked into the apartment she used to share with Angela and sat down on the familiar living room couch. Angela took the cue and sat down beside her. I closed the door behind us and sat behind Robin in a chair, feeling awkward. Angela said softly and sincerely, "Robin, I was stupid and selfish. I am so sorry." Robin nodded. "I got your text." "Was 240 Union good?" Angela asked, undisguised hope on her face. Robin nodded again, "Yes, it was delicious." "Great. And did everyone show up at The Burnsley?" Angela asked. "Yes, the hotel was awesome. I was really surprised that you did that for us and, yes, everyone showed up," Robin said, not really knowing who had been invited but not wanting to quibble over small stuff. "Great," Angela said with a sigh of relief. "Look," Robin said calmly, "Angela, I know that cost you a lot of your savings. I don't want you to spend all your money on me. I'm not mad at you anymore. I forgive you." Angela's eyes went wide with surprise. "Really?" she asked, tears forming in her eyes. Robin nodded. "I don't like being angry with you. I'm so glad you admit that you were wrong. You've shown me that you really do regret what you did. That's why I can forgive you." Angela smiled, relief written all over her face, and said, "I can't tell you how happy I am to hear you say that." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "So, you're moving back in, yes?" I couldn't see the expression on Robin's face but I knew it wasn't good because I saw the concern on Angela's face. Robin said, "No, of course not." "Why not? You've forgiven me," Angela said, confused. "Why not? You have royally fucked me over for the last ten years. Angela, I don't want you in my life anymore," Robin said irritated at having to state the obvious. "We're just here to let you know that I'm not going to waste any more time being mad at you and you can stop spending money on me. And, of course, we're here to pick up the rest of my stuff." Angela was stunned. Forgiveness and trust are two very different things. To forgive someone was one thing. But to let that person back into your life and trust that she would not repeat the behavior was something else entirely. That was the big leap and was always a truly risky act. I did it for Robin. I was in love. I forgave her for testing me and gave her my trust again. But, what Angela did to Robin was bigger than anything Robin had done to me. I did not really believe that Robin would ever trust Angela again. I mean, the Pope forgave the man who shot him and even made him cry, but he didn't put a gun in the guy's hand and let him try again. The previous day, I had repeatedly asked Robin if she was ready to forgive Angela. I knew that the only way she could get past it and move on was to be able to forgive her childhood friend. To hold a grudge really hurts the person holding the grudge. Eventually the target moves on but the grudge-holder can remain a prisoner of that pain and anger for years. I was in a new relationship with Robin and I didn't want her spending all of her time fretting over what Angela had done to her. That was my selfishness. I rationalized my actions by telling myself that I was just trying to push Robin to do what was best for her own well-being. Now, just because it was my own selfish rationalization didn't mean that it wasn't actually true. Angela cried. I never liked to see a woman cry. I did feel pity for her. I didn't think that Robin should trust her; on the contrary, I thought she was doing the right thing. I just hated to see any woman crying, even if she did deserve it. I instinctively wanted to go to Angela and comfort her, but I couldn't think of any good way for that to turn out, so I stayed where I was. Robin stood up and walked to her bedroom. I followed quickly behind her and we began putting all of her stuff into boxes. The apartment was furnished so we didn't have to worry about moving furniture, thank goodness. My corvette has almost negative cargo space but Robin's SUV, still in the parking garage, could comfortably hold all of her belongings. I made three round trips down to the parking garage while Robin packed the boxes. Angela cried on the couch during the first two trips but she had started to collect herself by the third. It was awkward. Robin packed the last two boxes and looked around the room one last time. She sighed. "You okay?" I asked her. She nodded. "It's just that this is the end of one long chapter of my life. Angela and I moved here from Boston together. It was a big deal for us. And, you know, we did have a lot of had fun together. We really did." I nodded. I figured it was natural to feel sad at a time like that. I let her have her moment without comment. She took a deep breath. Then she looked at me and smiled. She said, "But it's also the start of a brand new chapter of my life." I smiled back at her and nodded. I was there to support her, not impose my own thoughts on her. So I didn't say anything. We picked up the boxes and walked to the living room where Angela still sat, wearing her pink robe. Her hair had dried but it looked tangled. She looked forlorn as she examined us. "Oh, and one more thing," Robin said to her. "We like the people at TSC. So, could you please find yourself a new sex club?" TSC stood for The Sophisticates' Club. TSC is what all the regulars called it. Robin and Angela were both regulars. Angela's face flushed. She stood up and said, "I like the people at TSC, too. I'll go there if I want to." Robin looked at her sadly and shook her head. "Do you really want me to tell everyone at TSC what you did to me? You can see them elsewhere, just not at the club. Okay?" Angela started to say something but then stopped. She searched Robin's face for a glimmer of hope and found none. Finally, she nodded. We hadn't heard the last from Angela. She tried to contact Robin over and over but Robin always turned her away. Angela didn't show up at TSC again, which was a great relief to both of us. I too like the people at TSC the more I get to know them. They were good people. It has now been two months since Robin moved out. It's early December and we are making plans for the holidays. Perhaps that will be another story if anything interesting happens. As I write this, it's a bright Sunday afternoon and there's a fresh foot of snow on the ground. The snow usually doesn't last more than a day or two in Denver so Robin is out walking our new dog so she can take it in. We don't live in the best part of town but it is safer than some, especially in broad daylight on a snow day. As for the dog, it's a two-yearld Smooth Fox Terrier that we picked up from a shelter a few weeks ago. We are also considering buying a house once the economy improves enough for one or both of us to get a loan. That could be a little ways off from now. We haven't talked about marriage yet. It's still early in our relationship for that. The talk about buying a house is early too, but that is probably a year or two out anyway. Last night was my fourth visit to TSC and I had a great time. I am really getting comfortable with the lifestyle and I really like the people, as I mentioned before. The more comfortable I get with TSC the better time I have. Yesterday, at about five o'clock we had dinner at IHOP. We don't like to eat heavy before going to the club and we both love breakfast foods for dinner. We're not into fancy dining on a regular basis either so IHOP is perfect for us most of the time. We were casually dressed for winter with flannel plaid shirts, jeans, and boots. Some people get dressed up for TSC while others dress casual. We are mostly the casual sorts in winter. We decided that in spring, summer, or early fall we'd dress up for TSC but in winter we'd dress warm. Of course, Robin, always sexy, kept the top three snaps open, giving her some cleavage. After we ordered, Robin asked me, "Are you ready for tonight?" I nodded, admitting, "I'm so horny I can barely stand it." "Hmm," she said. Then she said in a soft voice so no one could hear, "Sounds like you need to take the edge off so you can last longer." There was mischievous sparkle in her pretty green eyes. I smiled at that. "What did you have in mind?" I asked. She was always full of spontaneous surprises. She stood up, leaned forward, exposing her cleavage to me as she did so, and whispered in my ear, "Follow close behind me and I'll show you how I take care of my man." With that she walked toward the restrooms. I quickly got up and followed her. I watched her mane of redrange hair waving back and forth across her back as she walked away. My eyes were then drawn to her ass, which filled out her tight jeans perfectly. I let her lead me several steps ahead so it didn't look too obvious that we were up to no good. She led me back to the restrooms, which ran alongside the kitchen. I was just wondering whether she'd duck into the men's room or the ladies' room when she ducked into the janitorial supply closet. She left the door open enough for me to slip in and close it behind me. The door had no lock. Robin was there, kissing me hard on the mouth. The closet smelled of bleach but Robin smelled of vanilla and her mouth tasted sweet. I pulled her to me and pressed my tongue deep into her mouth. Robin writhed her sexy little hips against mine, rubbing my hard cock through my jeans with her stomach. She was shorter than me. She grabbed my ass in her hands and pulled me against her as we kissed. There was very little about Robin I didn't adore. I loved her red hair, green eyes, and big tits. I loved how good she made me feel physically and emotionally when I was with her. Most of all, I loved how daring she was. This was daring. Robin broke the kiss and glanced around the little room. She sat down on a box of toilet paper next to a mop in a bucket of dirty water. She spread her legs wide so I could stand between them. I stood between her legs with my back to the closed door as Robin unzipped my jeans. She reached into the hole in my boxers and fished out my cock. It was already hard and throbbing with excitement as it bounced free. I looked down into her pretty freckled face as she looked up at me and ran her tongue up along the underside of my shaft. My head swam with pleasure when she flicked her tongue back and forth against the sensitive skin just under the head. "Oh shit," I sighed softly. Robin smiled up at me and then pursed her lips together. She kissed them to the head of my cock and slowly pressed forward. Her warm wet mouth slowly enveloped the head of my cock. The sight of my long hard rod protruding obscenely from Robin's pretty face mesmerized me. I wanted put my hand on her head and drive my cock deep down her throat. But I didn't want to mess up her hair and she had said she wanted to show me how good she could take care of me. So I braced one hand against the wall for support and put the other behind my back. Robin pressed forward, driving my prick deeper and deeper into her mouth and then down her throat, until only the inch inside my jeans remained unconsumed. She had eight of my nine inches in her mouth and throat. She held her lips closed tight in an attempt to prevent her saliva from wetting my jeans. I groaned and whispered, "Oh, baby, I love you." Robin pulled back just a bit and then began bobbing her head back and forth in short fast strokes. She was just driving the head in and out of her throat while her lips wrapped tight around the bottom portion of my shaft. She was throat-fucking herself on my dick. "That feels so good," I whispered in ecstasy. Robin pulled her mouth off my cock with a loud slurping sound that I hoped no one heard through the door. She stroked my slick cock in her fist quickly as she whispered up to me "I want your cum." It was more of a hiss than a whisper and more of a command than a plea. "I'm not holding back," I whispered with a smile. I knew she'd take that as more of a challenge than anything else. I was right. Robin sank her mouth back around my cock. She drove her face on and off my prick in long strong strokes. Her lips gripped my tightly, slurping loudly as she went. Through the door I could hear the clink of dishes and talking from the kitchen. I heard patrons coming and going to the restroom. But the loudest sound to me was the nasty sexy slurping sounds of Robin's sweet mouth devouring my cock. It filled the little room and I found myself worrying that someone might hear us through the walls. The worries were swept aside by the sweet friction of Robin's lips on my shaft. It didn't take very long before my dick started to tingle in approaching orgasm. When the tingle spread to my balls and thighs I knew she was pushing me over the brink. "I'm coming," I tried to whisper but instead groaned out louder than I had planned to. Robin pulled her head back until only the flaring head of my engorged cock was between her full lips. She used both hands to stroke my prick, milking me into her mouth. Her grip was tight and her strokes fast. I thrust my hips forward, letting her have all of my cock as I emptied myself into her. I felt cum race up my shaft and blast into Robin's waiting mouth again and again. I knew she was more than capable and I didn't worry about anything in that moment but the sweet feeling of coming in Robin's mouth. Robin was still swallowing my load, her lips gripped tight around the head of my dick, when the door opened behind me. I was still coming down from my orgasm but the sudden rush of air brought me to my senses. I didn't move. "Excuse me, sir," came a man's voice behind me. "You can't do that here." I knew what was coming next. Assuming he didn't call the police, he was going to kick us out of the restaurant. Still holding my position and hiding Robin's face, and my cock, from his view, I pulled out my wallet. The man waited as I fished out two twenties and handed them back to him. I said, "I'm just renting your room. We'll be out in a minute." Thankfully, the man took the money. Forty dollars wasn't a lot but it was enough for a waiter at IHOP to look the other way. At least, I hoped it was enough. The door closed behind me and Robin cleaned my cock with her mouth well enough that I could put it back in my jeans without any trace of saliva or cum on them. She wiped her face with the back of her hand to be sure no cum had escaped. Then with a satisfied sigh, she just smiled up at me. "You definitely know how to take care of your man," I told her with a grin. We slipped out of the closet and into the restrooms. I peed and washed my face while Robin fixed her makeup. We made it back to the table without being accosted any further. Robin's lips were a little swollen, making her look even sexier to me. She had fixed her makeup so that was the only outward sign that anything had happened. I knew the blowjob had really got her going but I also know she was going to get more than enough orgasms before the night was over. Dinner was delicious; though the waitress gave us interesting looks that told me she probably knew what we had done. I didn't let it bother me. The danger of getting caught, and the occasional actually getting caught, was part of the thrill. It came with the territory of being with someone as wild as Robin. We got to TSC at around six-thirty. There was no line so we went to the counter and I paid my fifty dollars. Nick was working the register and we started talking about his business. Robin asked, "Is it okay if I go on inside?" I said, "Sure babe, go ahead." Nick told me that business was pretty light and he might have to shut down soon. He said, "There will probably be about ten couples here tonight. At fifty dollars each, that's five hundred dollars. That doesn't even pay the mortgage on this place." "Can you raise the prices or charge the single girls?" I asked. "I've already started charging the single girls twenty dollars. Any more and they wouldn't show up. It barely covers their drinks," he told me. "So, how about charging for the drinks?" I asked. "I'd have to pay a bartender to keep up with it. That'd be hardly even worth it." "What if you raise the fifty dollar fee?" I asked. "Nobody would show up. If I raise the prices and less people would start showing up, those that did show up would be upset. The party would be smaller, less exciting, and they would be paying more for it. So, they would have less incentive to come back," he said. "Well maybe we need ways to get them to show up more than once a month if we open it back up. Let me think about it," I told him. "If you come up with any ideas, let me know," he said sincerely. I told him I would. I am still thinking about it and haven't come up with anything yet. If something comes of it that might be another story. We'll see. I'd hate to see TSC shut down. Anyway, I found Robin at a table talking to the Barrett's. The DJ hadn't arrived yet and so the place was quiet. That would soon change. Robin had a drink in front of her and an empty chair beside her, which had a fresh rum and coke in front of it for me. She was very thoughtful. I sat down. The Barrett's were like all of the couples that came to TSC, unique. Every couple had a certain way they liked to swing. The Barrett's liked full on orgies. The more people involved the better they liked it. They did this together for the most part. Robin and I were similar. Even if a couple wasn't married we usually referred to them by the man's last name. Just for convenience. For example, Chris and Dana were the Ivanov's, even though Dana was a Smith. It made it easier to keep everything straight in my mind. I kept a mental catalog of every couple and their preference so I didn't get confused and embarrass myself. For example, the Russo's, the couple with the towels I had first encountered waiting with us to get in; they liked swapping with another couple in the Jacuzzis. We chatted with the Barrett's, Jake and Shelly, for a while until the DJ arrived and the music started. We chatted about the weather, local events, but mostly about the Broncos. It's deep into football season and Denverites loves their Broncos. Robin and I glanced at each other as the music got started and we asked the Barrett's if they wanted to dance. The four of us went out on the dance floor and had a great time. I had finished my drink and was only slightly buzzed. I wasn't a big drinker and it didn't take much, two or three drinks usually did the trick. Of course, sexual attraction is its own buzz and Shelly was hot. Shelly was a cute brunette with an ample butt. She was in her early thirties but I found her irresistible. She had a bubbly personality and danced like a total slut. She danced with me, rubbing her jean-clad ass back against my crotch. She danced with Robin, pressing her hips against Robin's ass. And she danced with Jake, her thirty-something husband, caressing his broad chest. After a couple songs we all sat back down with new drinks. Glancing around I noticed that several couples had started to arrive. I saw Nick giving a tour to some looky-loos, a couple that didn't know whether or not they wanted to join. The Ivanov's, Chris and Dana, showed up and sat at the table next to us. I greeted them. Over the past two months Chris had proposed to Dana and they were planning for their wedding. In my mental catalog I classified the Ivanov's as preferring to swing with a single other couple. The Moore's were already here, Alex and Maria from the Penthouse. They were across the common room standing over another couple, the Erickson's, Anne and Josh, who were seated at a table. Both couples were very similar in my mental classification system. They both loved big groups but they liked to do their own thing. That way they could share tales of their adventures with their partners later. The main difference was that the Erickson's were younger, in their early thirties. Anne had shoulder-length black hair with blond streaks while Josh was a big man with short blond hair. Over the next hour I socialized with many of the couples, occasionally dancing with one girl or the other. Robin and I always found each other. We shared what we had done with each other. I was very relaxed, especially after my third drink. Over that hour three more couples showed up, the Blake's, the Fuller's, and the Gill's. That made eight couples; sixteen people. It was a start. I chatted with all of them, getting to know anyone I was less familiar with. The Blake's, Terrance and Marla, were originally from California. Terrance was very muscular, working out nearly every day, with short black hair. Marla was a beautiful blonde babe with big fake tits. I'm not a big fan of fake tits but hers were spectacular. She always kept herself tanned, even in winter. They both liked to participate together in big groups. The Fuller's, Frank and Melissa, were native Coloradan's in their late twenties. They lived in a really nice house in the mountains with their golden retriever, Buck. Frank was a businessman. He was a little overweight with pale skin. The girls liked him for his staying power. 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-hole open so anyone could watch. Rita was a little overweight but very pretty with long brown hair. She had tattoos everywhere and loved to participate in big groups, especially if it meant she could get double-penetrated. As you can see, it's a lot to keep up with. It was eight o'clock and I was feeling pretty comfortable when I noticed a couple of pretty girls I had never seen before sitting at the table closest to the entrance. I could tell by their wide-eyed looks that they had never been here before. Fresh pussy. I saw that they already had drinks as I approached. I was buzzing pretty well by that time and my cock had been bulging in my jeans in anticipation for the last hour. I walked up to the table and stood tall, not hiding the bulge in my jeans at all. I asked, "First time?" giving them my best smile. They both had different reactions but said in unison, "Yes." The one on the right was a beautiful blonde in her mid-twenties with straight shoulder-length hair and bangs. She looked Swedish with piercing blue eyes. Her pale svelte body and full firm breasts were enhanced by the dark blue dress she wore. It tied behind her neck and dropped a narrow strip of cloth down over each of her tits. They met at her waist, exposing her cleavage clear down to her navel. The cloth was thin enough to clearly show her hard nipples and was not wide enough to encompass her tits, leaving a huge amount of pale cleavage between as well as allowing tit-flesh to spill out of the sides under her arms. I couldn't see the rest of the dress under the table. She looked at me in the eyes with a wary smile. The girl on the left was a young Chinese cutie with short black hair that framed her round face. She was thin with small breasts, her conservative dress not helping matters. It was a red dress but it covered way too much. It zipped up the back to a collar at the neck. It had long sleeves and a pretty design on the front. It completely covered her. I did notice, however, that she sported several earrings in each ear. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at my crotch. She seemed unable to avert her gaze, which made me smile inwardly and my hard cock twitch in my pants outwardly. She must have seen this small change in my bulge because she gasped softly and sat back in her chair a bit. "So you're virgins," I announced, looking for a reaction as I continued to stand in front of their table. The blonde nodded as the Chinese girl looked up at my face for the first time and said, "No, I've had sex before." She had no accent. She was American. The blonde said to her, "He meant we're virgins to this club." The Chinese-American girl blushed and looked down. I found that so cute. I said, "Hi, I'm John." "I'm Heather," the blonde replied, still a bit wary of me. She had a pretty voice. I wanted so much to touch the soft pale skin of her breasts that spilled out the sides of her dress. "My name is Kim," the Chinese-American girl said. She was still a little embarrassed, I thought. "So," I said sitting down in the chair next to Heather. "Heather, Kim, what are you two looking for?" Kim looked at me confused and said, "I'm looking to get laid. Isn't that what you do here?" I laughed. "Got me on that one," I conceded. Heather laughed too, which I was heartened by. She was so sexy but so reserved, or was she just nervous? "I'm mainly here for Kim," she said. Maybe that was why she was nervous. Maybe she wasn't there for herself at all. But then I wondered, why was she dressed like that? "Oh?" I prodded. "I want a guy to make me come," Kim blurted. She wasn't shy or nervous at all. "You've never had an orgasm?" I asked Kim, trying not to sound too shocked. I had met some women who had never had an orgasm but none of them would have wanted to go to a sex club. Though sex felt good to them without orgasms, it was a little lower on their list of priorities than other women. "Of course I have had an orgasm before," she replied as if I was the one who was confused. Now I really was the one confused. Saving me, Heather explained, "She can do it herself but it takes a long time. No guy she's been with could last long enough. She always has to finish, um, manually." I smiled and said, "I think we can help Kim out. Kim, you can try one guy and if he doesn't last go on to another one and another one. That could work. But, there's one guy in here that can probably last long enough for you. He likes to go last but he should be able to satisfy you if nobody else can," I told her. "Really?" she asked, excitedly. "Who is he?" "His name is Frank," I told her as I glanced around and spotted Frank Fuller mixing himself a drink. When he was finished I called to him over the music and waved him over. I introduced him to Kim and said, "Kim, this is the man you need to talk to about your issue." Kim cast me a skeptical glance. As I mentioned, Frank is a little overweight and pale. He's not the most impressive guy on first glance. Frank sat down and, with my encouragement, Kim told him her story. When she was finished he smiled at her and said, "Come with me. Let's talk to a few other people and see what we can do for you tonight." I knew he would take on Kim as a personal challenge. I mentally patted myself on the back for that one. When they left the table I looked at Heather and asked, "So, what's your story?" "I don't really have one. I'm mainly here for Kim," Heather repeated. "You said that before," I said. "However, you say 'mainly' and when Kim left you stayed here with me. So, there is something you want. Besides, if you were only here for Kim, why did you come dressed like that?" Heather fidgeted. I had hit a nerve and she was not sure what to say. "It's silly," she said. This was an opening I could drive a truck through. I said, "You let me be the judge of that, okay? What is it? What's your fantasy?" "Well," she said, still hesitating. "I want to try something I've never done before; two things, really." She sighed, "God, this is so embarrassing." I pulled my chair closer to her and took her hand in mine. It was cold. I looked at her and said softly, "Heather, we are all just people here. I want you to have a good time so you keep coming back. You would be a great addition to our little group. But I can't help you unless to tell me what you want." Her expression softened as she looked at me and saw my sincerity. She said, "Well, I've been with a lot of guys, but I've never been with a woman." "Okay," I said slowly. "What's the other thing you've never done?" Heather blushed as she hesitated and then finally said, "I've never been with more than one guy at a time." "So, what exactly is your fantasy? Just two guys and a girl?" I asked. She cringed. She looked down and then took a deep breath. She didn't look at me as she said, "Yes. I want to have one guy in my pussy and one in my ass while I eat another girl's pussy." I smiled at both the fact that she started talking more plainly and at how embarrassed she was by it. As for what she wanted, I had almost been afraid it was going to something extreme. I said, "Okay." Heather looked up at me in disbelief. Her face was beet-red. She said, "I know that's probably too much to ask." "Nonsense," I said with a confident smile. "You prefer a blonde, brunette, or redhead?" She shook her head and chuckled, trying to absorb what I was saying. "You sound like a waiter taking my order," she told me. I laughed. I don't know when I had appointed myself TSC savior, or when I decided it was my task to make sure everyone had a good time. I guess I had just gotten that comfortable. Heather smiled and, in response to my original query, said in a soft voice, "I just want to eat a pussy that's clean and tastes good." I laughed again. "Don't we all?" I said. The alcohol helped make everything a little funnier than it really was. "Okay just a second," I added as I glanced around and spotted Robin a few tables away. She was listening to Frank, Chris, and Alex talk to Kim. I called out to her, "Robin!" Heather gripped my hand in apprehension. I comforted her with a small squeeze in reply. Her hand was still cold. Robin turned and gave me a big smile as I waved her over. She had six buttons unsnapped on her shirt at this point, leaving only the two at the bottom to hold her shirt in place. It was still a few minutes until 8:30, so nudity was against the rules. She was showing off a lot of pale cleavage as well as her stomach but the shirt still covered her nipples... barely. "Starting early?" I asked, gesturing to her open shirt as she stepped up to me. I released Heather's hand. "I am so fucking horny," she replied as she bent down and kissed me. She let her hand drop and rub my hard cock through my jeans as we kissed. She was more buzzed than I was. When Robin broke the kiss and looked at Heather I said, "Heather, this is Robin, my girlfriend. She had the sweetest pussy you have ever tasted. That is, if you had ever tasted one." "Aw, you say the sweetest things," Robin said, half-sarcastic and half-sincere, as she sat on my lap. "Who's your friend? Heather is it?" she asked. "Yes. She's new," I said, stating the obvious. "She came with Kim. She's never tasted a pussy before and I thought you might like to be her first. However, at some point, she wants to be DP'd while she's doing it." Robin turned her attention to Heather to see the reaction on her face and see if I had gotten her story right. Heather looked completely embarrassed, blushing again, but she didn't object. Robin turned in my lap and, presenting her back to me, faced Heather. Robin took Heather's hand and said softly, "I'd love to be your first, if that's okay with you." Heather swallowed hard and said softly, "You are so pretty." "I'll take that as a yes," I heard Robin say as she boldly caressed the creamy white tit-flesh of Share's left breast that spilling out of Heather's dress under her arm. Then she said, "John, you have to feel this. Her skin is so soft." I love Robin. She is so daring and bold. Heather licked her lips but didn't move. I reached around Robin with my left hand and caressed the outside of Heather's right breast. It was soft. I wrapped my right arm around Robin's waist. With timing that can only be described as extraordinary, Nick appeared beside our table. Behind him I spotted the Russo's, Tony and Carla, the couple with the towels that liked the Jacuzzis so much, and the Fisher's, Stewart and Tammy. Tammy was the woman that got me out on the dance floor that first night. Nick shouted to the whole room, "It's eight thirty and the doors are locked." As usual, there was some clapping. Robin sighed, "Thank god," as she pushed the fabric aside and cupped Heather's left breast in the palm of her hand. She rolled the nipple between her fingers as she leaned forward and kissed Heather gently on the lips. My cock was a hard lump under Robin's butt, as I slipped the fingers of my left hand into Heather's dress and cupped her right breast, gently rolled the hard nipple between two of my fingers. At the same time I cupped Robin's left tit with my right hand. Completely unintentionally, I compared them. Though Robin's tits are proportionally bigger for her body, Heather's tits were actually slightly bigger because Heather is bigger overall. Despite the alcohol I managed to refrain from mentioning that little fact. Heather left her arms at her side. She didn't seem to want to move and disrupt the attention we were giving to her breasts, especially at how passionately she was beginning to kiss Robin back. Robin got off my lap so she could kiss Heather more passionately. She straddled the blonde's left knee as she pressed her tongue into the pretty girl's mouth. She tried to cup both of the woman's tits in her hands, finding mine still on one of them. I pulled it back to let Robin do her thing. I pushed the table aside. It slid easily across the carpet. I waited for just a moment to make sure that Heather was enjoying what was happening. My question was answered when she reached up and cupped Robin's face with one hand and pulled the bow behind her neck, letting the top of her dress drop away. I knelt down on the floor between Heather's legs, gently pushing her left leg, the one Robin wasn't sitting on, aside. She didn't resist. The music really cranked up, thumping loudly through the building as, ostensibly, the action started. My mind was riveted to Heather and, other than the music, I really didn't know what else was going on in the place. Heather dropped her hand to the back of my head, encouraging me, as I kissed my way up her inner thigh. Her skin was soft, cool, and clean against my face. The clean scent of her body spray mixed sexily with the light musky aroma coming from her the cleft between her thighs. Robin broke the kiss and ran her tongue down Heather's neck, laving the sensitive skin. At the same time I had reached the edge of the chair. Heather scooted forward, tipping her crotch toward me. Between that and her hand at the back of my head, I was encouraged to say the least. She wasn't nervous or apprehensive any longer. "Oh, my god," Heather sighed and whispered. It was just loud enough that I could hear her during a lull in the music. I slowly hooked my finger into Heather's lacy blue thong, and ran the back of my finger very gently against her pussy. Her hips twitched with rising passion as I ran my finger up and down, not feeling any hair. I pulled her thong to the side. Her cunt had flowered open and I could see her clit was hard at the top of her slit. Robin dropped her head to Heather's tits. She gently lapped at one of the hard nipples as she kneaded the firm tit-flesh with her fingers. She sucked at one nipple and then the other, working on the blonde's tits like the expert she was. Still holding her thong to the side with my finger, I pressed my face to Heather's warm crotch. I engulfed her pussy with my mouth and lapped gently at her clit with my tongue. She tasted almost as sweet as Robin. "Oh, fuck yea," Heather gasped, pressing her hand firmly against the back of my head. I wasn't going anywhere. I knew Robin was moving and doing something but I ignored her for the time being and just concentrated on eating Heather's pussy as best I could. I created a little suction and started licking harder at her clit. She relaxed her hand on my head and squirmed her hips. I surmised I was licking too hard. I softened my tongue and she gripped my head again. She liked it soft. I learned a very long time ago that every woman is different. "Yea, that's it," Heather moaned. I heard them kissing again above me but I couldn't see anything. I very gently closed my lips around Heathers clit and used my lips to suck it in and out of my mouth. Her hips wiggled and she pulled my head even tighter against her pussy. I alternated between licking her clit and gently sucking on it; back and forth, driving her higher and higher. With my free hand I slipped a finger up her cunt, right below my mouth. She was warm and very wet inside. "That feels so fucking good," Heather groaned above me. "He is good, isn't he?" Robin asked rhetorically and proudly. I gently pummeled Heather's clit with my lips and tongue as I drove my digit deep inside of her. I twisted my hand around, palm up, under my chin and stimulated her g-spot. When I heard the grunting above me I knew I was doing a good job. When Heather's thighs closed around my head and her pussy washed my finger in her pussy juices, I knew she was coming. I felt her cunt flex and release around my finger, wishing it was my cock. I planned that it would be my cock in there very soon. Heather gripped me by my hair and pulled my head back away from her pussy. She tilted my face up, bent down, and kissed me, tasting her own girl-cum off my lips. I kissed her back, letting her taste herself. "Let's go," Robin said behind me. Robin was naked. Heather quickly stood up, kicked off her shoes, and stripped off her dress and panties. They made quite a sight. As the girls headed towards the group rooms, or the 'play' rooms, as the regulars called them, I sat in a chair and pulled off my boots. There was no place for clothing in the play rooms, so we always left them out in the main room. Glancing around as I undressed, I noticed that there were about a dozen people on the dance floor, one at a table, and the rest had moved off to various areas of the building. Some people at TSC didn't waste any time when it came to getting down to the action while others liked to make the time last. The people on the dance floor were already in various states of undress and when the current song ended, all but three of them left the dance floor. Some went toward the play rooms, while others sat at tables to talk. I fought with my boots for a second before they came off. Then I stripped off my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. My nine-inch cock was still half-hard, dangling between my legs as I entered the small hallway that led to the three play rooms. Each room was the size of the king-sized bed that was its main feature. The entrance was over two feet off the ground leading directly onto the bed. Each room had a television in the corner playing a porn movie. In the first play room were Terrance Blake, Marla Blake, and Anne Erickson. The two women appeared to be giving Terrance a good blowjob. In the second play room were Kim, Frank, Alex, and Chris. Frank and Alex were playing with Kim's tits and rubbing her clit while Chris pounded his cock into her with strong thrusts. The third and final play room was full. Closer to the entrance were Josh Erickson, Jake Barrett, and Shelly Barrett. They had just come off the dance floor. At the back were Robin and Heather. If there's one thing I've learned from my time at TSC was to not get your heart, or cock, set on one particular pussy, especially if you are going to a play room. So, my feelings weren't hurt. It looked like Heather was eating Robin's pussy and I had no doubt that Robin would ensure Heather got a good DP very soon. I returned to the first play room and crawled inside. Marla and Anne were still sucking on Terrance's big cock. Even though Terrance was a big muscular California beach dude, he had a big dick. He wasn't compensating for anything by working out and his muscles didn't make his prick looked small in comparison. Since Terrance was married to Marla and they were in a play room I decided to concentrate on Marla instead of Anne. Mixing it up was a good rule of thumb at TSC to get in good with the regulars. It was no sacrifice because, as I mentioned earlier, Marla is a beautiful blond babe with big fake tits. Because Terrance was lying back in the corner, Marla and Anne had their butts facing me. I lay down on my back and scooted my face under Marla's pussy without dislodging her. As she continued to suck Terrance's cock, I lifted my head up and buried my face up into her clean-shaved snatch. Marla arched her back, giving me better access to her pussy, and she lowered her cunt down, pressing my head into the bed. She let Anne do most of the sucking of Terramce's cock while she licked his balls. I speared my tongue up inside of Marla's cunt. She tasted really strong and musky. A few years ago this would have made me gag, but I had really acquired a taste for pussy and I loved it. I fucked my tongue in and out of her. Marla pressed down firm against my face. She tried to position herself to give me the best access. Apparently, she liked it. I moved my face back and forth as I tongue-fucked Marla, tweaking her clit with my nose occasionally. I reached above my head and around her thighs to her tits. I rolled the nipples between my fingers, pinching them hard. I knew from experience that she liked it like that. Marla sat up on my face and, looking down at me, said, "Is that you, John? That is you! That feels so good, keep doing that." Above my head I was aware of Anne mounting Terrance. I saw that Marla watched this intently. She liked watching her husband get fucked by another woman. I worked on Marla's cunt, tongue-fucking her hole for a while and then moving up to lap at her clit. I tried to mix it up, not letting her predict what I was going to do next. She moaned in appreciation as she continued to watch Anne and Terrance. I felt the bed shift as more people joined us. I heard talking. Terrance and Anne were encouraging each other and there was a conversation between several women regarding how much they liked what was going on in our play area. They joined us. Two mouths began working my cock to full hardness. At the same time I saw above my head a woman crawl between us and sit her pussy down on Terrance's face as Anne continued to fuck him. I recognized the woman as Melissa Fuller. She was the pale skier that liked to show off. She loudly said, "Eat my pussy, Terrance," before she leaned forward and kissed Anne. I felt hands on my balls and the base of my shaft and two mouths working up either side of my cock all the way to the head and back down. I felt one mouth suck on the head for a moment; she didn't take me deep. Then I felt a different mouth devour my cock, but this one pressed down low until I felt the back of her throat squeezing the head. I thrust my hips up, giving her all she could want as she tried to swallow me down. I had not stopped eating Marla's pussy as this was happening. I continued to suck and lick at her clit as well as tongue-fucking her fuck-hole. When she finally came, moaning and gasping loudly, her girl-cum washed out of her cunt and into my mouth. I didn't worry about it as I continued to tongue-fuck her. Both of the mouths left my cock. Then I felt a pair of hands putting a condom on me. This was followed by the tight sensation of a snug pussy being lowered down my shaft. I felt her thighs against my hips as she managed to settle her body down until her ass brushed my balls. I didn't know who was fucking me but Marla wasn't going to move. She was enjoying my ministrations on her cunt way too much. I didn't let up but continued to eat her pussy as strongly as ever. Above my head, Anne and Melissa changed places atop Terrance, with Melissa now bouncing on his big cock and Anne trying to smother him with her cunt. Marla came again atop my face as she watched her husband get fucked by yet another pussy. Her girl-cum was thick and musky on my tongue. The girl on my cock bounced atop my hips with complete abandon. She didn't weight much but she slammed herself down against me for all she was worth. My cock wasn't anywhere close to coming, especially with the condom on. I felt the hands of the other woman who had been sucking my cock caress my legs and balls as the first woman fucked me. I loved that; the more hands on me the better. It was especially wicked for me to feel the touch of one women while being fucked by a different woman. The little room was filled with moans and gasps of pleasure. At one point the girl on my cock stopped fucking me and ground her cunt down against me. She was coming. Then she rolled off of me. Some girls fucked until you came but most only fucked until they came and then let another girl have a turn. There were no rules like that TSC and it was a very fluid situation but everyone here were friends and they tried to be considerate that way. Marla noticed that my cock was free for a moment. She looked down at me between her big tits and said, "My turn." I rolled Marla off my face and onto her back. I moved carefully so I didn't kick anyone as I got to my knees. Glancing around I noticed that the two women who had joined us, besides Melissa, were Tammy and Rita. Because Rita weighed more than Tammy, I assumed that Tammy was the one that had fucked me. I couldn't be sure. I looked down at Marla. 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utiful; her gorgeous blonde hair splayed out on the mattress around her face, her tits standing proudly with hard pink nipples, and her tanned body all lithe and sexy, waiting for me. I couched my hips down between her spread thighs and easily speared my long hard condom-sheathed cock deep inside of her. "Oh god yes!" Marla gasped. "Fuck me, John." As I began stroking my cock in and out of Marla's grasping cunt I heard Melissa gasping in pleasure atop Terrance's cock just a few feet away. I also heard Terrance's groans of pleasure despite them being muffled by Anne's pussy in his face. Rita and Tammy appeared on either side of me and started licking and sucking at Marla's nipples as I pounded my prick harder and harder into her. I rose up to give them more room and their hands quickly found their ways to Marla's clit. I watched the three girls below me as I stroked in and out of Marla. They were so sexy. Terrance, Melissa, and Anne disentangled themselves and relaxed, watching us. They talked to each other, adding to the din filling my ears. It was so strange to fuck while someone else had a casual conversation just a few feet away. It was also extremely exciting to me. Marla began moaning and bucking beneath me as her orgasm approached. We were making her come. That much stimulation made her orgasm rise up much quicker than it would have with my cock alone. When Marla came, her cunt clamped down on my rod like a vise. I buried my prick deep inside of her and let her ride out her orgasm like that. Girl-cum coated the condom as she cried out in ecstasy. "Shit, that was awesome," she gasped, letting me, Rita, and Tammy know how grateful she was. "Wow, okay stop," she said, her body over stimulated. As I pulled my hard cock out of Marla's tight cunt, her husband, Terrance, made his way out of the play room. Once I was free, Melissa was there driving me down to the mattress on my back. I let her. Melissa was a skier. She was strong, without an ounce of fat visible in her slender body. I let her have her way with me. She straddled her pale body across my hips and, reaching down between us, she gripped the base of my cock. Holding my prick in place, she lowered her body down around me, engulfing my dick in her tight pussy. Marla left with her husband but, besides Melissa, Anne, Tammy, and Rita remained in the play room with me. The girls swarmed over me as Melissa began pounding her strong body down against me. I was awash in a sea of pussies, tits, and gently caressing hands. As Rita straddled my face and I began to eat her pussy, my hands found Tammy's and Anne's cunts, too. I rubbed their clits and plunged, first one and then two, fingers inside their pussies. I was in heaven. Though my passion was growing I was still a ways off from coming, thanks to Robin's help earlier in the day. I let myself get lost in the carnal pleasures of these women. I felt surrounded and enveloped by them while at the same time I penetrated inside of them. I felt powerful and powerless at the same time; the power to give pleasure and powerless to stop giving it if I had wanted to. "I'm coming on your cock," Melissa cried out before slamming her body full on my hips, burying my prick deep inside of her. She collapsed on top of me as she writhed in ecstasy. The other girls kissed her and caressed Melissa, bringing her down from her orgasm gently. She smiled at them, content. I continued to eat Rita and finger-fuck Tammy and Anne as they did this. Then Melissa moved off of me and Anne took her place. Anne wrapped her pussy around my throbbing cock and began to fuck herself. Waves of carnal pleasure washed over me. My hand never left her pussy, rubbing her clit as she fucked me. She creased my arm, showing me that she appreciated the effort. Melissa came around and kissed Rita as I continued to work on her pussy with my mouth, laving her clit over and over with my tongue. She toyed with the older woman's big tits, sucking hard on the nipples. As Melissa lay down on her back, Rita lifted off my face and straddled hers. They buried their faces into each other's pussies. I watched them eat each other as Anne pounded her pussy on my cock. I would have come a long time earlier if it hadn't been for the condom. I don't use them at home so the oddness of wearing one just made me last that much longer. Tammy had come on my fingers and rolled away. She made her way out of the play room. Anne was running out of energy but I was not. I moved her up my body a bit, wrapped my arms around her waist, and began hammering my cock up into her. "Yes," Anne cried out, "fuck it!" It didn't take long before Anne was coming on my long hard cock, her girl-cum washing out of her and coating my balls. She ground her pussy hard against my hips, churning my cock deep inside her as she came. When Anne lifted off, I was close to coming but not quite there yet. As Melissa and Rita ate each other, I knelt behind Rita and looked down at the tattoos on her back. I'm not big on tattoos but I found them very exciting when I was fucking someone I didn't see all the time. As she licked Rita's clit, Melissa reached up and guided my long hard cock to the entrance to Rita's cunt. I pressed forward and easily slipped inside of Rita. "Finally," I heard Rita gasp with relief and pleasure. "Please tear me up, John! Fuck the shit out of me!" Without hesitation, I hooked my hands into the fulcrum of Rita's hips and began mercilessly battering my cock into her. The slapping sounds of my hips against her ass filled the small room and mixed sexily with her moans of pleasure. This was going to do it for me. Melissa was unable to keep her mouth on Rita's clit so she used her fingers instead. She also caressed my balls as I fucked in and out of the cunt just inches above her face. Rita was unable to continue licking Melissa's cunt as she became lost in the feeling of my prick slamming in and out of her. I watched the tattoos dance and her ass jiggle as I slapped my hips hard against her. I felt my balls slapping against her clit, Melissa's fingers sometimes helping and sometimes in the way. My passion was about to peak, but I wanted to make sure Rita came first. "Oh yes, don't stop," Rita shrieked. I didn't. Sweat covered my skin but I didn't even slow down. As my orgasm grew closer I fucked her harder and faster, driving us both higher and higher. "I'm coming," Rita gasped as her cunt flexed around my rampaging prick. I let myself go, pounding myself up inside of Rita for another full minute before I felt the familiar tingle in my balls and thighs. I jammed my prick deep inside her one more time and I came. Cum blasted out of me, filling the condom to nearly overflowing. Melissa gently massaged my balls as I came. That felt great, adding to the pleasure washing over me. I was completely out of breath as I came to me senses. Satiated, I pulled out of Rita and sat on the mattress. Melissa and Rita remained in their sixty-nine position, licking each other's pussy. They were the only ones still in the play room when I slipped out. I pulled the condom off and put in the little lined trash can. My cock had deflated and was satisfied for the moment. I smiled to myself when I thought about what had just happened. It had been a great experience and I knew Robin would really enjoy hearing about it later. I peeked into the play room where Kim, Alex, Chris, and Frank had gone to try to give Kim a good orgasm. Only Frank and Kim were still in the room. He was pounding away at Kim's little cunt. I knew he'd get her there, if he hadn't already. In the other play room, I looked for Heather but I didn't see her. I did spot Robin at the back of the room. The room was still full, but with different people than before. As I watched, I counted four men and three women. Every single one of them was fucking. I was surprised that Robin was not the one getting the DP, but it was in fact Shelly Barrett. I knew she had an ample butt on the dance floor but apparently she also liked a cock in it too. I wandered out into the main room. There was nobody on the dance floor, but the DJ kept on thumping out the music. He was the only one I spotted that still had clothes on. Nick didn't participate but he also didn't roam around after eight-thirty. I didn't know where he went. I went to the bar and made a drink for myself. The spiced rum and coke tasted good. I roamed to the front of the house to see if anyone were in the private rooms. Only one of the private rooms was occupied. The door was closed but the little peephole door was open. Looking in I could see that Mack Gill had chosen Maria Moore for the night. As I mentioned before, Mack is a big guy with a really thick cock. Maria was on her back with her legs up around his back. He was slamming his big prick in and out of her for all he was worth. I could see the sweat beaded on his back. Through the door I heard Maria shouting at him. She was saying, "Harder, faster, oh my god, fuck me!" I thought to myself that maybe Mack had gotten more than he bargained for with Maria. I ventured to the Jacuzzis to find a lot of activity in one but the other one was empty. I set my half-full drink on the edge and ventured in to the empty Jacuzzi. The warm water felt great and, as I reclined back, I felt my muscles relax. In the other Jacuzzi, I watched two couples fucking. I didn't interfere. I watched as if I were watching a porn movie in my living room. The first couple consisted of Chris Ivanov and Carla Russo. They both stood in the Jacuzzi, only their legs submerged in the water. Carla had her arms braced on the side of the Jacuzzi and her big natural tits dangled freely from her chest. Chris stood behind her, his hands on her back, driving his cock in and out of her with quick and steady strokes. The other couple consisted of Dana, Chris' girlfriend, and Tony Russo, Carla's husband. Tony was a short balding Italian-American while Dana was a petite blond hottie. They didn't seem like they would fit together well, but Tony was sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi and Dana was sitting on top of him, her arms wrapped around him. She was bouncing up and down, driving in five inch prick in and out of her tight pussy. As I watched, Carla came on Chris' cock moaning and gasping, but she never collapsed. She kept on fucking making her trip to the next orgasm that much shorter. After a while Chris came, moaning incoherently. By the time Chris pulled out of Carla, Tony announced that he was coming too. Dana stopped bouncing when she felt him start to come and she ground her pussy down on him, making it better for him. They had used condoms, so there wasn't a big mess to clean up. The Russo's relaxed while Chris and Dana got out and dried off. I was sure Tony and Carla had to be totally wrinkled by the end of the night. They practically lived in the Jacuzzis. As I finished my drink, the Barrett's, Jake and Shelly, joined the Russo's in their Jacuzzi. I didn't think that Tony had enough time to recover from Dana, but that didn't stop them. As for the Barrett's, if they were out here, maybe Robin was too. I glanced around and didn't spot her. Her skin was pale and her hair was redrange. She was always easy to spot. Just as Jake was starting to kiss Carla more insistently and Shelly was starting to stroke Tony under the water, Heather appeared beside my Jacuzzi. I looked up her body at her face, she was completely naked. Her shaved pussy was ruddy, wet, and flowered wide open. Her breasts were big, especially at this angle, the nipples hard. Her makeup was smudged but that just make her look sexier. I asked her, "Did you get your fantasy?" She smiled and said, "Yes. Robin was awesome. The DP wasn't as great as I thought it would be, though." "Sorry," I said. "Don't be," she said. "You made my fantasy come true." "I'm glad," I told her. "I knew Robin would be able to make it happen, even if I couldn't be there." "What happened to you?" she asked, concerned. "By the time I got my clothes off, the room was already full," I told her. "Well," she said sexily as she climbed into the Jacuzzi, "I never did get to properly thank you for making me feel so welcome." I smiled at that and, encouraged, she glided toward me and kissed me on the mouth. I parted my lips and her tongue was there. She wanted to press her tongue deep into my mouth and I let her. She smelled of sex and it turned me on, my cock becoming hard again under the water. As if sensing the change, Heather's hand found my dick and gently pumped it. Her eyes grew wide as she kissed me. She pulled back and glanced down. Breathlessly she said, "I had no idea your cock was so big." She hadn't seen me naked at all, I remembered. I was flattered by her reaction. I couldn't resist asking, "Is that a problem?" "God no," she gasped. Then she smiled at me and, with a playful tone that I usually only get from Robin, she said, "So, you got to eat my pussy and get me all wet, but I didn't get to suck your cock. It's only fair that you stand up and let me have a taste." As she backed away, I stood up in the center of the Jacuzzi, my long hard thick nine-inch cock pulsing strongly, high and proud. I knew sexual activity was going on in the other Jacuzzi but Heather had my undivided attention. I wanted her so bad. Heather reached up and stroked my prick, cleaning off any Jacuzzi water that still clung to my skin. She pursued her lips, pressed them to the underside of the head of my cock, and sucked. Pleasure flooded my senses as Heather's lips and tongue suckled and laved the bundle of nerves under the head of my prick. It was like connecting a light socket to my pleasure center. I groaned, "Oh, yea." Heather gripped the base of my cock in her fist and slurped half of my cock into her mouth. She immediately began bobbing her head on my cock, her blond hair flailing wildly about her head. She was wasting no time. I worked to maintain my balance as Heather's movements, combined with the pleasure flooding my senses, threatened to knock me over. Though I had just come, it had been inside of a condom and my cock had not been rubbed raw; it was not oversensitive. What Heather was doing to my prick was exactly what I needed. The beautiful blonde stroked me with her mouth for a solid minute before pulling off, dropping her head between my legs, and sucking gently at my balls. She stroked my cock rapidly with her fist as she tenderly licked and sucked at my nuts. She rolled her eyes up and looked at me as she did this. If I hadn't already come twice that day I might have come right then, the sight was so sexy. I loved the feel of her lips and tongue on my balls. Her fist made my cock come alive as she alternated between stroking the shaft quickly and rubbing the head, still slick with her saliva, against the palm of her fist. Seeing the pleasure on my face she smiled up at me before plunging her face back down around my cock. She worked my dick like she was possessed, bobbing and twisting her head until, from my angle, she became lost in a mass of writhing blond hair. I was really enjoying the attention and I finally glanced around to see what was going on around me. In the other Jacuzzi, Shelly was slowly grinding her big butt down on Tony's lap as he sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, sucking his cock as deep inside her pussy as she could. On the other edge of the Jacuzzi, Carla had her back to Jake, Shelly's broad-chested husband, and was bouncing on his cock, her big tits bouncing freely on her chest. A number of couples were gathering their clothes together, preparing to leave. Though the thumping music was mellower than it had been earlier, there was still nobody on the dance floor. The DJ had retired for the evening as well. Heather pulled her face off my cock, leaving it tingling with pleasure. She looked up at me with lust written all across her face. She said, "Sit down." She guided me down to sit, not on the edge of the Jacuzzi, but down on the little bench seat in the water. The warm swirling water felt good on my cock as I settled down, the water reaching mid chest on me. I made to lift her up so I could eat her pussy but she would have none of it. "I'm already too wet," she said with a smile. Heather came to me and kissed me. She straddled my lap and, using one hand to hold my cock steady, she sank her pussy down around me. She was tight. Way tighter than I had expected, especially given that she had just been DP'd earlier that evening. I groaned in pleasure. "So tight," I said. "You'd better believe it," she said with a smile, proud of herself. I looked at her and then I whispered, "You forgot the condom." She smiled at me and said, "No, I didn't. Nobody can see under the water. Robin mentioned that you'd rather not wear one." It was true that I didn't like wearing them, but at TSC it's the rules. Plus, especially with new members, it just made good sense. I was not going to object in this case because I was way too turned on, I was already inside her, and I had become much more daring in recent weeks. Throwing caution to the wind, I wrapped my arms around Heather and kissed her as she worked her hips back and forth, my cock slipping in and out of her cunt below the surface of the swirling water. I leaned back and she began slowly rising and falling around my dick. I watched her tits dip in and out of the water on each stroke. I was nowhere near coming and I felt I could do that forever. "See you next week, John," Dana said to my left. She was dressed and standing next to the Jacuzzi. She bent down to kiss me. I leaned my head back and kissed Dana as Heather continued to fuck me. Afterward, I said to Chris, "Let me know when your bachelor party is." "I'll let you know when we have set a date. It'll be next year," Chris told me. The bachelor party will be legendary, I just know it. But, that might be another story. He nodded and gave me a fist bump. In TSC, the men didn't shake hands for a number of reasons. Fist bumping was very common. As Heather continued to work herself up toward an orgasm on my cock, the din of conversations not five feet away was a little distracting to her. I had actually come to find it exciting. To know someone is having a conversation or even talking to you while you are fucking was such a nasty rush. Besides, Heather's pussy was so tight around my cock that she had the majority of my attention, no matter what else I was doing at the same time. I said goodbye to Maria and Alex, promising to catch up with them next time. As I was bidding farewell to the Erickson's, Josh and Anne, Heather came. Her pussy gripped my cock and drew me right out of my goodbyes in mid-sentence. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her. I hooked my hands onto her shoulders and pulled her down on me, lodging my cock deep inside of her. "You're cock feels so good in me," she groaned as her orgasm crashed over her. I held her as she bucked and squirmed until she came down from her orgasm. She kissed me and then stood up, turned around, and settled back down around my cock, her back to me. I cupped her big tits in my hands, the nipples hard against my palms. Her skin was so soft. Heather leaned back and rested her head on my shoulder as, her back arched, she hunched her hips up and down again mine under the water. The swirling water, which rushed in and out between our bodies, sexily caressed my balls as she fucked me. "I'm coming again," Heather cooed. Her hips worked faster and then stopped as she came. She moaned and grunted as her orgasm washed over her like the jets of the Jacuzzi. Robin and Kim appeared next to the Jacuzzi as Heather came down from her orgasm and her hips started moving again. They both smiled at me and climbed into the Jacuzzi. Kim came up to me and whispered in my ear, "I came twice on a cock tonight. It was great. Thank you for setting it up." Then she kissed me, her tongue pressing deep into my mouth. I felt hands on my balls, on the base of my shaft, and rubbing Heather's clit. They were Robin's hands. She always knew just want to do to take me to the next level. My orgasm was a ways off yet but it was definitely on its way. "Raw dog?" Robin asked me barely loud enough for me to hear over the music. She was asking why I wasn't wearing a condom. I broke the kiss with Kim and replied to Robin, "Heather's idea." Then I looked at Kim and said, "Do me one favor, stay right there and block the view of my cock from anyone else." Kim nodded. I stood up, leaning Heather forward until she had to brace her hands on the far edge of the Jacuzzi. As requested, Kim blocked the view of my cock from anyone looking. Robin positioned herself on the opposite side, one of her hands busily darting from Heather's tits, to her clit, while her other hand stimulated my balls. I hooked my hands into the fulcrum of Heather's wet hips and began fucking her. I started off slowly, sliding my cock in and out of her gently, but it wasn't long before the loud slapping sounds of my wet hips and stomach against Heather's wet ass and thighs could be heard by everyone in the vicinity. "Oh, yes," Heather cried out. "Fuck me John!" Heather's cunt was tight and it wasn't long before a little pain mixed in with the pleasure. Sometimes, as this time, a little pain was good stimulation, as long as it wasn't too much. Between that and Robin's hand cupping my balls, I was getting closer and closer. I put all the energy I had left into it, jamming and cramming my cock into Heather's tight little pussy as hard as I possibly could. Kim looked up at me with wide eyes as she watched me fuck the shit out of her friend right in front of her. Robin, on the other hand, was doing everything she could to make it good for me and Heather, assisting however she could with active hands. "Oh shit," Heather cried out as her tight pussy became even tighter around my hard throbbing prick, her orgasm bursting inside her brain. I grunted and rammed my cock hard into Heather one last time. Robin kneaded my balls as I came. My cock expanded in the tight confines of Heather's pussy and cum raced up the shaft. "Yes," Heather gasped as she felt my cum coating the hot walls of her cunt. I came deep inside the beautiful blonde as Robin caressed me and then kissed Heather, whispering something to her. The pleasure enveloped me. I was in paradise. A moment later I pulled Heather down with me, back under the water. I didn't want anyone to see my cum washing back out of her cunt. I tried not to think about what we were doing to the water in the Jacuzzi. My cock remained hard inside her for another minute but after it deflated, Heather turned in my arms and kissed me. Her kiss was tender. She looked into my eyes and then smiled. "That was great," she sighed. We stayed like that for a few minutes and then it was time to go. I pretended to take off a condom and put in a waste basket. I loved TSC and didn't want to be banned. Heather insisted that Robin and I take her business card. She told us to give her a call after the holidays and we might be able to get together. That might be an interesting story if anything comes of it. Robin and I talked about it afterward and we both like Heather. It could be interesting. Well, the sun has set behind the mountains, the dog is running around underfoot, and Robin just told me that dinner is ready, so I will end it here. It was a strange set of circumstances that brought Robin and I to this point in our lives. It's so hard for me to believe how different my lifestyle is now from just a few months ago. You never know who is out there waiting for you or how they might change your life. Whether that change ends up being for the better or for the worse, sometimes you just have to take that chance. 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Disclaimer: If you will be offended while or after reading this text just don't. You are also prohibited to read this text if you don't enjoy and/or like: (hopefully) well written stories, furries in general, blood, depictions of sexual acts, vampires, words and your Parents (... what? It's important to have healthy family relationships) or even are offended by them. (If your mother or father offends you, please seek help.) Epilogue "I had to wait long enough. I know I am a very impatient person and also know this is my biggest weakness, but I, unlike others, learned to deal with it accordingly. It is one of my biggest strengths, now. When I saw a good chance, I took it, without any doubts or regrets I executed my plan, with the usual cold perfection that I assumed over time. But please, I'm sorry. Let me start at the beginning and properly introduce myself. All you really have to know about me, my little Wagon, is that obviously, I am an albino bat, and that my name is Endless. Just Endless, as there are endless things I can be called. However, that will not matter to you, because everything you will call me, unless I allow you to do otherwise, will be 'Milord', 'my Lord,''Sir' or 'my Liege'. And don't whimper like that, show some pride of what you are. What you have become. What you WILL become. Show gratitude for the GIFT I gave you." Endless isn't always like this, you have to know. Usually he was rather nice, smiled a lot and opened doors for ladies. What made his current attitude hopefully a little more understandable was the fact that he stood in pouring rain, it was cold, it was wet and on top of that the person he spoke to didn't even appreciate all the effort, the countless hours of waiting, planning and observing he seddled onto himself, just to rip her heart out of her chest. Maybe another excuse is in order. Endless doesn't really think like other people do. Some people call it crazy, but it made perfect sense to him. It was only logical. How can somebody who thinks logically be crazy, I ask you? That it doesn't make sense to others never held him from doing what was neccesary to reach his goals. And in this very moment, the only goal he had mirrored itself in his blood red albino-eyes. I trail off, though. Upon completing the small speech he held, the bat kneeled down to the Wolf-Dragon hybrid that laid on the floor before him, adorned by a slowly expanding pool of red. He found red really wasn't a color that suits her, but right now it couldn't be helped, just because... She was laying in blood. Her own blood. It surrounded her, nearly drowned her, made her try to get away and was so delicious. Yes, she really thought it was delicious. When you cough blood, you are really lucky to find your own blood delicious, wouldn't you say? However Shadefall Kaisyndraa (allow me to introduce her at this point, she was rather occupied and didn't show the manners to answer the bat's own introduction), a Wagon, short for "Wolf-Dragon hybrid", couldn't really enjoy the moment, mainly because, well, mainly because she was dying. But also because it was raining and she forgot her umbrella at home. It would have been fine if it had been a warm summers' rain, but it was raining cats and dogs and it was autumn. There were brown leafs swimming on her blood. She moved her eyes, the only thing she was able to move at the moment. She saw something she would remember often after this day. But then again you tend to not forget the things you see while you die. The white fabric of the cloak worn by the kneeling person touched this crimson fluid, but instead of turning red, and soaking itself full, it retained it's pure white, just the red Cross on it's back flashed a little brighter for a heartbeat. The person in the cloak traced the outline of the dying Wagon's chin, still riddled with blood and a few entrails which were ripped from her torn chest, with a claw-tipped finger, then leaned down to speak seven words that would change Shadefalls' destiny. Or rather lead her to it. Finally. The albino slowly drew back his hood and then, with his usual silent, not unfriendly, but oddly sad voice he asked: "Do you want to die or serve?" CHAPTER ONE As the sleeper awakes When she woke up, he was already there, sitting in an armchair next to the soft and rather gigantic canopy bed she laid in. "Hello, Nova." He refilled the teacup that stood on a table beside him, then took a sip. "You feel ill and wounded, I know, so I won't ask how you feel, if you forgive my ill manners. You shouldn't speak at the moment, anyways." Shadefall was not a dumb person. She knew that with her wounds, she had to be dead by now, she also knew that this person there, sitting in his armchair with a cup of tea and a smile, turned her into a vampire. (The fact she could feel that her fangs had gotten bigger helped a bit, too.) He damned her to a life without light, joy and companions, to a life that would only consist of bloodshed, murder, a life just for the purpose of causing fear and agony. To her surprise, the bat spoke again, before she even had the chance of saying something that would have expressed her utter disgust and hatred. "Now now, please..." Endless took another sip of his tea, then looked straight into her eyes. "A life without friends? Without light? Without JOY?" His expression grew a bit angered at this point, a remarkable change from his usually rather calm and friendly features. I told you he's a nice guy. Would you ask the following if you weren't nice? "First: What did those persons ever do for you? They asked you for help and you delivered. They asked you for services and you gave. But when you didn't know where to go, what to do... where were they?" He sighed, shaking his head lightly. "I must admit there were a few just a few amongst the pitiful creatures you called "friends", who you might rightfully miss, if it makes you feel better, you are absolutely free to invite them, once you learned the basic tricks. Just the standar..." All of a sudden the Wagon threw away her blanket, then thrusted towards this disgusting, arrogant and selfish bat who took her life away. She wanted to kill him, shred him, take him by surpirse, just like he did on that rainy day in fall, just a few hours ago, but it seemed like an eternity. She didn't even reach a tuft of her new "Lords'"white fur, before she collapsed, bu before she fell to the ground she froze mid-air, held there by a powerful force that pressed the air out of her lungs. At this occasion she was nearly bound to findd out she didn't need to breathe anymore, which is an odd feeling. It's a bit like constantly suffocating and at the same time waiting for the dizzy spells, but Shade (like any other person making this experience) had her expectations disappointed. (Not that she was sad or even angered about that fact. Nobody really is. They all love to live after all.) All in all nothing happened, to be precise. There was just a small eternity passing by until the vampire graciously raised from his chair and whispered:"Why, Nova?" At the climax of this sentence, a flash of lightning cast a grimace on the bats' face, making it even more intimidating than before. (It was still raining outside. A good day to die. In my experience dying on a lush and beautiful day in spring kind of ruins the whole week. But if you die and it rains, the day wasn't very good to begin with. Stopping to live surely won't ruin it further, there could be a lot of things that are worse coming to my mind. For example realising you forgot your umbrella or ran out of hot chocolate. The female of the pair we are talking about only had to ask for hot chocolate and even better: you don't need umbrellas when you are suspended by magical powers so strong they prevent you from breathing. You have other things to worry about, for example how to calm the angry bat that holds you 5 feet off the ground.) Said bat surely made a powerful sight, just standing there, one arm pointed at the struggling form in front of him, the other hand crushing the tea-cup in his hand. Slowly, his face unreadable, he walked forward, just to lay the very hand that crushed the teacup seconds ago on his trembling novice's head. The hand, placed right between her long ears, petted her a few times, until he continued to adress his student: "Now, Nova. Listen. I will only say this ONCE... The first thing you are ordered to do when you awake in the morning, is greeting me in a adequate manner if I am in the room or otherwise in reach. The second thing is: if you ever attack me again, you will spend the next ten years in my dungeon, tied to a rack. Every ten days I will come down to accompany for an hour or two. You will really wish you had better company there in a matter of weeks. And when you do, I will bring you company, I can quickly find you a few skelletons or ghouls." He blinked and suddenly his eyes turning to a pitch black. Only the red iris remained in the center of his eyeballs, almost looking like they were burning, a torch in the dark. "They are quite capable torturers, just not as capable as I am." Following those words he sent wave after wave of magically inducted agony through the helpless body in front of him, making every cell within her writhe in pain. And even more important: making her scream. Spasm after spasm the magic thrusted into her body, until he grew tired of listening to her quite beautiful screams. (You all love when nice women talk to you, right? And actually these screams were the first thing the Wagon said after she she awoke.) "I really like that sound (see?), my little Nova..." He blinked again and his eyes returned to their normal state, just a second before Shadefall's limb and suddenly unsupported body crashed on the wooden floor " I would really like to hear it every morning, you know? Contradicting what you think right now, I don't actually want to hurt you, that would be a waste." (He would, but that's another chapter in this story.) The addressed ball of fur just whimpered, still twitching every now and then, then finally opened her mouth to ask: "Why do you keep calling me Nova?" As a response, the bat slowly turned around, kneeled down, then lifted her up to carry her onto the bed. After he was sure she laid comfortably (as comfortable as you can lie when you had your heart ripped out of your chest a few hours ago) he said: "My lord... 'Why do you keep calling me Nova my Lord' ", espacially emphazising the "Lord" in this sentence. He liked the word "Lord" the most, but felt like she had the right to pick between a few titles. "I already thought that it would take some time to get that into your head. But well, here's your answer: I call you Nova simply because you are my Novice, and I don't really like the sound of that word. It's too sharp and it's cold. Therefore I abbreviated it 'Nova'. I really think that name suits you, little thing", he concluded, then pulled the sheets back over the battered frame laying next to him. "And now for the other questions, the ones you didn't speak out loud. Yes, I can read minds. Yes, I caught you in bright sunlight and yes, I will tell you how to accomplish that 'miracle'. When you will be able to see your friends again depends on how long it takes you to master the art of sublety, frankly. And no, I don't have a girlfriend right now." As the Wagon's cheeks assumed a color that could best be described as 'fire-extinguisher-red', she noticed that she had been looking over the Bat's body over the whole time he was talking. It was not a badly shaped body, she had to admit. A bit too thin, almost slender, as far as she was concerned, but he made up for that with the absolutely awesome clothing he wore. Her thoughts, not mine. But I like his clothing, too. Basically it just consisted of three visible pieces: a black sweater with black belts criss-crossed over it, black denim trousers which' legs were connected by stripes of cotton fabric and finally, over it all, a long and somewhat tight white cloak. All in all very acceptable neo-Gothic clothing. It made him look like he was 19, or maybe twenty, but she knew he had to be MUCH older. Of course. When he turned around to get back to his armchair, she noticed the huge red tribal cross on the back of his cloak. There was something about it that drew her in. She just couldn't stop staring at it, until he sat down again and hid it from her gaze. After a nip of his tea from a new cup, which seemed to have appeared in his hand out of nothing, he adressed her again: "This cross is special, you know? Special to me and probably special to you, too, by now. It drank a bit of your blood, which means you are connected to it and that is quite an honor to be. No, I will not tell you what's so special about it for now. You need to rest, Nova, because we need to start with your training as soon as possible." As he came to the end of the sentence, he stood up, set the depleted cup of tea aside, walked to the bed again to sit on it and bow over Shadefall, looking in her eyes. The closer he came the more she shunned away, preparing herself for the assault to come, not really seeing (nor caring) that her fur, a stunning mix of purple and grey, was barely covered. (Endless noticed, but would rather die, again, than staring at a naked woman and making her uncomfortable. Except if she was okay with it.) Shadefall, just to say it, wouldn't have been okay with it. She was too busy concentrating to look anywhere, just not into those threatening, heartless, warm, soft and loving eyes... Wait. Warm, soft and loving? She blinked with a look on her face that you people would just be able to describe as "WTF?" Then Endless pressed his lips on hers, sending her to sleep. If you notice any mistakes, please tell me. I'm not a native speaker so errors may have been overlooked :/ Also: Comments are highly appreciated. As a thumbrule: No commentsno follow ups, because I'll keep them for myself. Formatting for Yiffstars' high requirements is a pain in the butt. Also I thank Shadefall for letting me use her Character and loving me (a bit), (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/heartsong((http://www.furaffinity.net/user/heartsong) Come back in one piece... I thank Seven for loving me and keeping me going, I thank Judy for being there, I thank Trilli for the bite marks, I thank Snoopy and Noxior for telling me how to format a page . I thank my life for being awesome. I thank everyone who reads this and comments/rates. I should have more self-esteem, but it's you for whom I write those stories and it makes me happy when you like them or tell me (nicely) how I can improve. Beware, I'm a very good flamer :P All characters belong to their respective creators, any relation between the real life and this story, even if it's intended, is not intended. If you like poetry you are welcome to visit my FA page, too, where I have a few short stories as well: (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/madix-3((http://www.furaffinity.net/user/madix-3) \ A small dialogue. (cough You forgot something.) No, I won't tell the readers who you are, introduce yourself, damnit. We had that discussion often enough. (Fine, but not right now, I bet they want to hear how the story advances rather than hearing about me. I'm boring, really.) Well, I think you're not, you have been around for pretty long and seen many things beyond most peoples' comprehension. You are funny, but not in a childish way. I mean with your job you really have to be as mature as y... (YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE AWESOME RIGHT NOW?) What? (A game of GOD DAMN BRAWL) I don't have a Wii. (Oh, right. We will have to work on that. I'll see what I can do. But then we play Brawl, okay?) Sigh Kay. What about finishing the story, now? (Ice cream! ) Why me? \ This is Swedened, err Finished, for now. 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Lothing, Wanting, Waiting... by Alexander "WolfmanXX" Gabriel Clark Intro Crunch, crunch. The metal plated boots trudged thought the snow, one heavy step at a time. I look into the sky staring into the beauty of the northern lights. Amazing. My face was warmed by the fur covering my face, but the steel collar around my face acted like a refrigerator. I knew I was in for a long night. The frozen waste land continued on and on forever; never ending in the distance. The sword hung on my back that I created before I left the hell hole called home. I only dreamed of when I'd see the town of Nome, Alaska. I think I only went into another hell hole, except colder. I will stride on. * In the town, a high sun melted the veil of white off the roofs and steps of old wooden buildings. People roamed the street, going from store to store. Hunters with rifles, bows and arctic parkas roasted in the blazing heat of the sun, only to freeze in the coolness of the shade. With a glancing thought, if the people of the town are totting guns and other weaponry, I'd fit right in. I took a second thought, however. The 40 mm gauss canister rifle I hold is bigger and longer than the 50 caliber bolt actions the other hunters brandished, but it shouldn't make too much of a difference. The metal of my armor became colder, but my limbs were sweating like nothing else. What a pain in the ass. The people just passed by me, as if I was nothing. I felt hurt, being ignored by these... people. Continuing down the street of powder and gravel, the sun started to set, slowly through the sky. Night fall was coming, and it's going to be long. I spotted a hostel next to the clinic. I asked for a full five months, just to have an extra month if I don't find her. In the room, I undressed, fully. I was burning up under the leather and metal oven, having that on top of fur just made it worse. The floor boards creaked every step I made. This wasn't a top notch hotel, but at least it was somewhere to sleep. I sat on the decrepit matrices that groaned at the weight that I set upon the solid steel bars. It was a Brand new bed. Looking at the duel pistols I brought, I thought I have no idea why I brought these, but something told me they were going to be of prior use to the search. In between thoughts, the wall snapped and clicked at the bitter wind that blew across the horizon. Looking outside, from the pitch black room, I stared out to the zero-degree desert. It wasn't the snow that I stared at, nor the gusts and clouds that blew across the icy streets like wisps of torn silk through clear water. Not even the deer that tried to plummet through the cold and powder, a doe left behind from the safety of the group. It was the lights that caught my eye. The multi colored entity that exists only in the most northern parts of the world, a scientific phenomenon that for certain people, the logic exists only through the natural power or mother nature. Waiting years to see this extravagance, only made me think of what I was looking for. I will find her Ticket to Russia, do I need a ticket to Russia? I thought about the journey they took to get to a place with food. Her and her family took that journey, but should I go by vehicle, or foot. Decisions, decisions, thinking to myself I try to imagine the path they strode the difficulties they could have had, the hardships they had to bare. In that moment I seemed to drift into a trance, thinking of all the things that could have gone wrong, the anger inside me started to fester like a barrage of shotgun pellets. I kept quiet, thinking of the positive thoughts, the thoughts that calm my inner rage, slowly like a bucket of water on a freshly used oven top, the smoke cleared my thoughts, and at that moment, I chose to walk in their footsteps. I had to know what they went through. The hardships, the challenges; I also think it's one less thing to complain about on the way there. Busses, trains, airplanes, all crowded with human stench. I couldn't bare that. I gathered my things. I clipped in the leg pieces and arm guards, boots and paldrons, cod piece, and chest guard, the leather and Kevlar jacket draped over the metal, the paldron on the outside of my jacket shoulder. Clipping the massive 20 mm duel guns to my hips, I heard the door open behind me. "This is your last day, good luck finding what you're looking for. I hope some ones praying for you." I looked over to the landlord. "If there is a god, he'll try everything to stop me. Its best that my presence is unknown." The land lord just looked at me, as if I was some lunatic, he wasn't to far off. He closed the door, shaking his head as he left the room entrance. If god finds out what I'm doing, he will consider me a heretic. The city seems barren now, not a canine in sight. The city was busy with pedestrians. It was summer, though it was thirty two degrees, it still felt to warm. Especially under the many layers I wear. Of course, as soon as I imagine the word canine, I see a black and white husky roaming the outer lands, furiously sniffing the ground, grunting and cursing. Yes, cursing. My lovely gift. "Where are you, I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!" the husky exclaimed through tightened fangs, Dull fangs at that He snapped over to me, his pupils were small, blue eyes, filled with lust, fear behind the veil. "What the hell is he looking at" he grumbled under his breath. I just stood there staring at him. At that point a sound came from a rock, another husky, reddish, with a white belly and a orange-red scarf. The black and white husky turned to the female as he rushed towards her. She yelled Get away as he edged closer, he was aroused. She became pined to the ground tears in her eyes, a husky crying. As he spread her legs and began to hump, he realized his nuts and bolt were long gone,a crack finally broke the silence, and he shifted his glare to the 20 mm barrel, smoke rising from the flying shell. Track 1 "Thank you for the save, i was sure he had me" the red husky said, but my attention seemed strayed. In that matter of light I managed to grin and nod. "Of course," i said with a soft voice. She looked at me and questions began to swim in her eyes. "You seem like a nice fellow, doesn't explain the talking." "What do you mean?" "Dogs can't talk to humans, remember." "That's why I usually keep it low profile, just in case." "Seems like the best idea." "Has that happened to you often?" "Has what?" she asked with a bit of discouragement. "Have... there usually been attempted rapes... ?" "Against me, Ya. This is the first that almost succeeded." I stopped in my tracks. "By what do you mean almost." looking back, she grinned under her raged fur, "Don't worry, they haven't gotten to me yet." With reassurance, we continued on. We started to leave the town and journeyed a little ways out on the shore line. "Where are we headed?" She seemed like she didn't hear me, but then she answered, "To see some one* I haven't seen him for a while." The armor seemed to cool down the closer we got to the shore, a cool breeze gently shifting the newly born grass. I spotted a piece of wreckage that had a shape of a old fishing boat. the wood was rotting on the bottom, but the deck seemed clean, as if it just crashed. Now, at that point, i thought these were just some people, or canines if your human, that were at the wrong place at the right time. but as soon as I heard the name of the long awaited person the husky was looking for, My mind went blank, i could only think of one thing. The one i was looking for, these were her parents. * "So who is this?" asked the old grey and brown hybrid, a husky and wolf mixture, the mother was probably the downer of the lupine gene, I could smell it. "Call me Gabriel," I said , bowing in the proses. "Gabriel, like the angel?" the husband asked. "Heh! You could say that." He scanned the metal plates and buffalo leather with great detail. "I would say your a hunter, but that rifle seems a bit big for any living thing here, don't you think?" I took the rifle off and set it next to the door way, "For what I'm hunting, i need to keep my distance." He cocked his head. "What do you hunt?" I smiled under the the iron collar." I'll admit that I can't exactly tell you, but i can show you." The old wolf just stared, and answered modestly, "Maybe later." Settling down my armor clinked and cracked as it slowly formed a pile under my behind, making the wood creak a bit as i sat.My pistols slid out the veil of leather. "You even have side arms, two at that" he said surprised. The red husky perked up. "is that the gun you shot Steele's... uh... " she asked, stopping in embarrassment. "Jenna, what are you talking about?" he asked with a puzzled, but agitated look. I paused a bit to gather my thoughts. " She was attacked by Steele, he wanted to get some pleasure from an unwanting source." Shooting up on his well battered paws he looked at me with disdain. "Luckily i was there." 'Balto...' she said, only to be interrupted. 'WHAT HAPPENED...'He yelled to yet be cut off, what irony. 'WHAT happened, was before he jumped on top, i made sure he didn't have that pleasure,* uh...'saying the last prt quickly 'squeezed of a round in his scrotum.' There was a long pause, but from Balto's jaowls came a smile, then a smirk followed by an infectious laughter that I caught suddenly thinking of what i had done. I had no idea why it was so funny, but Jenna, unable to restrain herself, started to giggle at the thought of what just happened to the well known antagonist of the couples life. The laughter continued for minutes. The sun started to set in the northern sky, barely touching the horizon. We all settled down, and sat conversating with eachother, looking at each other with smiles and grins as we told each of our stories. 'I can't believe you shot his balls off' Balto said, giggling with each word. My eyes turned up a bit as if smiling with my vision, chuckling a little. In though, I did have a question, one thing. But I'm not sure how to ask it. So i keep it to my self, but is it in hope to ask or in fear. The sun was setting and the day was growing short. My armor started to feel heavy from being so relaxed where I sat. My tail hurts from being wrapped around my waist for such a long period of time. "Your welcome to stay as long as you need." I nodded in gratitude, with a hidden smile behind my metal plating. "I'll enjoy the company." He looked at me in question, but his eyes said that he understood what i meant. The night was calm, the wind was lite, and the crescent moon was far and distant. I was restless, I sat up on the blanket I laid out. I wore nothing but my long-coat and my bandanna, sitting in the shadows, thinking of how i was going to break it to them. (This is only part of it. let me know if it is to continue in the comments( (Thank you( Part 2: (https://www.sofurry.com/view/526605((https://www.sofurry.com/view/526605)	Balto, Aftermath (Aleu has no one. 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Kayla: Stephanie's Birthday In the 28th century, the technology of rejuvenation allows for immortality. This device is also used for sentencing as well. A penitatas; a criminal that is sent back to childhood to live a highly strict and disciplined life to start anew. (Story Twenty-Three) - Concept by Lurking Dragon Kayla and story by Professor Bob More Kayla!: www.Professor-Bob.com Kayla was busy getting herself cleaned and ready in the bathroom, brushing out her silky clean tailfur. Today was a very special day for this fox, and a special day for another fox. A good day for one, a nightmare for the other. Kayla smiled a toothy smirk into the mirror as she did her hair, just thinking about it all. Today, was Stephanie's birthday, and black 'P' penitatas like her don't get to have fun or enjoyable birthdays like Kayla got. Being Stephanie's victim, Kayla was invited as the guest of honor to her punishment party, and got to invite whoever she wanted as well! "You almost ready Kayla? They're expecting us now", Emily stepped to the doorway and smiled happily, putting an arm around her furry girl. Naturally, Emily was just as happy to get to see Stephanie's punishment party. Kayla set the brush down and looked up with a light smile and a noddle. "Excited?", Emily giggled a little. "Sure am!", Kayla giggled back with a hug and a gentle wag of her fox tail. "It doesn't feel like a year though..", she said more solumnly. "She's getting what she deserves for what she did to you..I know it hurts", Emily said quietly and reassuringly, getting down on her kness and hugging Kayla against her in a cuddle. She knew being raped was ever so painful to her, having had to deal with such things in her horrifying original childhood...heck, being nearly killed and raped would terrify anyone. She knew it hurt her still.. "It does, but I'm moving on", Kayla smiled a little, with her chin on Emily's chest as she looked up, feeling a bit cheered up by her mother's care. Emily scritched Kayla's little fox ears, standing back up with her smile. "That's my strong girl", Emily said softly as she took the brush back up off the counter and quickly brushed at Kayla's fur a bit more as the young fox purred. Kayla happened to like it when that brush was being used to make her feel good and not swat her, something it was quite known for, especially for the occational bruise it can leave. Emily brushed gently, just looking Kayla over. She had picked out her daughter's outfit for her, and it got Kayla's approval as well. A brand new pair of light blue jeans made for her, and a plain pink t-shirt to go with her fresh smelling and perfectly tended to fur. Emily made sure Kayla looked and smelled nice for this nice occation, and they already had a talk, so Kayla knew to be on her best behavior. It wasn't HER day to be spanked afterall. "Let's go hop in the hovercar and head across the street", Emily smiled as she put the brush back on the counter and offered her hand. "Okay ma'!", Kayla said happily, holding her mother's hand with her left paw. Emily walked her downstairs and went outside, checking that the two was ready. Emily got into her seat and Kayla into her's, letting the vehicle hover across the street to Ninne and Ki'rene's house. "Honey, could you run to the door and tell them we're ready?" , Emily looked over and asked her girl, who nodded in reply with an energetic smile. "Sure!", she said with a hop out of the hovercar, scampering up the walkway and giving a couple of taps to the door call that the two Drakonian's knew was her's. Ninne opened the door with a grin and giggle. "Heya!", Ninne greetd her friend, before turning her neck and looking behind herself. "C'mon mom, they're ready!", she called. "I'm coming Ninne, calm down", Ki'rene chuckled softly, walking from the dinning room as she fiddled in her purse to make sure she had everything. Most likely Ninne's claw swatter too, though she knew she wouldn't have to use it. "You're coming with us Ki'rene?", Kayla asked with a curious tail flick. The big drake mother smiled as she walked out of her door, Ninne ahead of her, stepping to Kayla's side. "I wouldn't miss this Kayla, even for all the Venalark steak in the world", she smiled cheerily, caring about Kayla a lot. The three started walking back towards the car, when Ki'rene put a claw to the bottom of her snout in thought, cocking her head a bit. "Though it sounds tempting..", she then grinned. "Ma'ma!", Ninne said with an odd little smile, while Kayla herself just giggled as she opened the rear door for Ninne and Ki'rene, keeping her promise about being polite today, though that wasn't ever an issue with her friends. "I'm playing Ninne!", Ki'rene laughed a little, scooting her daughter into the car first. Kayla popped her door open and hopped back into her seat, strapping herself in and closing her door behind herself. Once the group was ready, Emily set the hovercar's auto controls to Stephanie's home. The ride was very short, only going about three blocks in their vehicle, till it came to a rest at it's destination. The crew of four got out of their car, seeing that they weren't the first guests. Kayla looked around in curiosity as she padded in the already open front door, seeing the place had been prepared for a small party of sorts. "Hello Emily, hello Kayla", a firm looking Jenny, Stephanie's mother, walked towards the group and greeted, while Ki'rene moved off with a rather inquisitive Ninne. "Long time no see", she smiled, offering her hand to shake Kayla's paw, then Emily's. "Thanks for having us Jenny", Emily nodded with her polite smile as their handshake broke. "And thanks for coming. Kayla, why don't you come and see Stephanie? I have her in the corner of the kitchen from her birthday spanking from me this morning still, but I presume she can be let up now that her guests are arriving", Jenny smiled down at the sweet little fox, who gave a nod. "Feel free to help yourself to refreshments Emily, the other guests will be here in ten minutes tops", she then looked back up and told Emily. With that said and done, the human mother, an obviously strict one at that, for a black 'P' penitatas, lead Kayla through the house to the kitchen. She had even left all of Stephanie's spanking things in plain view, right in the livingroom. It was obvious Stephanie wasn't being spared anything. Kayla made her way into the kitchen, right behind Jenny, seeing the still slightly sniffly fox in the far right corner, perched on a tall green wooden stool, wearing only her fur. "Stephanie, you can get up now", the fox's mother told her from Kayla's side. Stephanie quickly wiped at her eyes with the back of her paw, carefully getting her muzzle out of the corner and herself off the stool. Kayla could see the younger fox had gotten it very good when she was awoken this morning, as her rear was a dark and quite welted red..it was easy to tell, as Jenny had used a discipilator on Stephanie. She had no fur on her rear and thighs, showing just marked and burning skin. The girl turned and looked up, giving only a small sniff as she held her paws together infront of herself. "Stephanie, your guests are arriving, and Kayla is here now as well. Come say hello to everyone", Jenny told her small daughter. "Yes mommy..", Stephanie said somewhat quietly, seeming quite sad and defeated already. She padded foreward to the two, a little nervous to see Kayla. "..h-hi Kayla", she greeted the other Aspatrian fox, keeping her tail completely still, nearly tucked between her legs her rear hurt so bad and she was so scared. "I'll let you two talk for a few while the guests arrive. Come on out shortly, alright?", Stephanie's mother nodded to the two female foxes, stepping out of the kitchen. Kayla turned her muzzle back to Stephanie, seeing her look down a little and sigh. "Hello Stephanie", Kayla said on a slight solumn note, being that this was a little hard. She was talking to her own rapist afterall, a person who nearly murdered her. "I can't believe how my life has been this past year..and it's all because of that day..I used to be the one giving these spankings..", the small and well spanked fox said, wiping at her cheeks slowly with the back of her paw again. Kayla flicked the tip of her tail and nodded a little. "You're not the only one who loathes that day...Stephanie, why did you do it? Why were you that way?", Kayla sighed, but then asked quietly, sounded almost disappointed. Stephanie gulped noticibly, and stood in quiet thought. "I don't know...I...I just don't. I felt I needed sex, and that I could get away with it..but I got lustful and..Kayla..I just wanna say..", she went on, till she sniffled and wimpered tearily, like she was about to cry. "I'm sorry..I know I made a mistake now..I've blamed you for so long but..you're not the one who raped me, it was the other way around. I can't explain why I did what I did, or why I'm such a jerk..", she sniffed again, "..but I'm paying for it", she ended, looking down. "Maybe being on the recieving end, you're learning how you made others hurt. We all have to deal with our mistakes Stephanie..", Kayla said, raising her right paw up to chest level and pushing a lil fur out of the way to show her silver 'P' plainly, "..even me. This is hard, but you do deserve it. Do you know what it's like to be raped?", Kayla said slightly more angrily, but not much. "No Kayla..but I can tell you, that I hope I don't find out. I'm being spanked and punished practicly daily...all I can tell you is that I'm suffering for what I did to you, and I'm sorry Kayla, I really am..", Stephanie nearly pleaded at the end, paws together. Kayla could believe it a bit..she'd been a black 'P' penitatas a year. That's a lot of time she had to think about things, crying herself to sleep or standing in the corner. You can't be a penitatas without eventually seeing and accepting you did something wrong. "You may feel like you're only here to be whipped, but don't forget...you're learning again too", Kayla said softly to the sad fox, who was looking at her with pouty eyes at what her day was going to contain. "Girls?", Jenny came to the doorway and said, making Kayla turn and Stephanie's muzzle look up. "Come on out here, everyone's here now", she nodded. Kayla walked out with the two, though Stephanie was a little sluggish. She stepped back into the livingroom and found all the child guests had indeed arrived, most being local neighborhood kids who lived by Stephanie's home, that she herself did not know. By a quick head count, Kayla found there were eleven penitatas, besides herself and the birthday girl. Kayla padded herself back over to her mother, who was sitting on a sofa beside Ki'rene, while the drake mother watched her daughter talk and play around with a few other children. "Talk to Stephanie Kayla?", Emily asked her, looking down at her side when her furry girl hopped up onto the sofa beside her. "Yep, I did ma'", she replied rather plainly, though she smiled a little. It was obvious she was hiding some emotion, especially to her mother, but Emily decided she wouldn't pry. "Attention everyone!", Jenny called out with Stephanie bare at her side, waiting a few moments for the kids to quiet down and pay attention. One boy wasn't so quick at responding, but a swat to his rear from his father nearby hushed him. "Thank you for coming all of you, and I hope you have fun for Stephanie's punishment party. As you all know, she is six today..", the woman spoke to her guests, till everyone gave a quick 'happy birthday' cheer to Stephanie, who sorta blushed under her fur at all this. "So, without further delay, we'll start Stephanie's spankings and all of you can have cake and ice cream afterwards, and get to play some games together", she said with a smile, though her furry daughter at her side looked down and winced. Jenny took Stephanie's paw and took her towards the near corner where one of her lower stools resided, already having a pillow placed on top. She put the little fox on her tummy on tip of the stool and hooked the tail restraint she had beside it to her tail, then her neck, leaving her already bare of fur and marked rear and thighs in sight of everyone. "All of you will get to have a turn to give Stephanie her birthday spanks, which is six, for her age today. The only exception is Kayla, who get's three turns in a row", Jenny then explained, and Kayla gave a wave of her paw at the end, at the mentioning of herself. "So Kayla, would you like to go first?", she then asked, smiling at the fox, who was snuggled in beside her mother still. "I'll go last", Kayla said with a nod. "Alrighty then. Ninne, you're Kayla's guest, why don't you go first then? Afterwards, you can pick who goes next", Jenny nodded herself, turning to Ninne. The young drake could only smirk, trotting foreward without a thought. "My pleasure ma'am", Ninne said in a happy way, taking the full size paddle Jenny handed her into claw, stepping over to Stephanie. The six year old fox wimpered and held onto the stool obidiently, afraid of what would happen if she screwed up on a special punishment day. Ninne examined the fox's backside for a moment and raised the paddle, swinging it sharply onto Stephanie's rear end. "AAAAARRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo-!", Stephanie HOWLED out, quite like the fox she was, and Kayla didn't think she'd ever hear another howl like her's again. Kayla had only listened to herself howl for so long afterall. Ninne was unwavered by the pain stricken howl of the fox, still swinging the paddle as she was into the nasty welted rear. As quick as it begun, Ninne SMACKED! her six swats in and stopped, turning around and picking one of the kids she had been playing with before. Kayla sat with a twitchy tail as she watched Stephanie get paddled, penitatas after penitatas, and searing spank after spank. Kayla didn't wish to know what that dark red and welted tush felt like, but she knew she was going to give her all. Stephanie won't forget what she did to a fellow Aspatrian fox. Soon enough, all the other kids had went, and Stephanie lied on her tummy over the stool, limp and bawling with a refreshed and even more blazing rear then she had begun this with. Kayla hopped up for her turn when the last person finished, taking the paddle from the boy. "Okay Kayla, first turn of three", Jenny said. Kayla walked not to Stephanie's rear, but to her side. She knelt in, till her muzzle was at the sobbing little girl's ear, which was, to add, flattened against her head. "Stephanie Galmar...you will never in your life realise the harm you did to me, or how sick and deranged you were that day...sex and violence don't go together. When I was a kit on Aspatria, sucking off people like you was how I got a few coins to stay alive, when I was only four. Drawing my blood..beating me, whipping me, torturing me..was the sickest thing I had ever witnessed and unfortunately been the victim of, ever, even with my horrible first life. You deserve every lash and punishment given to you, and every cycle you have..all those years you'll still be under the paddle, brush, switch, everything...all I can do is hope you learn. You're a child again under new circumstances, and maybe you will learn not to be a twisted pervert or child torturer. You almost killed me, and took my life away through ultimate pain and horror..but that is the past now, as much as it hurts..I'll just see to it that you hurt too, and that you learn", Kayla spoke quietly into her ear, with a slight growl as she went on. Kayla, the victim of a terrible crime and the SICKEST day, as loving as she was, knew Stephanie had to pay..from her own paws. Stephanie wimpered and cried as she was told all this, not saying a word, but just keeping her head low. At ehe end, all she could mumble, barely audiable, was, "..I'm..s-sorry..". "You have this coming..", Kayla sighed, stepping behind the younger fox and raising the paddle with a fast motion, swatting it against Stephanie's rear as hard as she could swing, and as fast. One, two, three...Stephanie screamed and bawled, finding there was just a bit more squirming left in her. SMACK! SMACK!, came the last two in a fury, both dead center. Even the other guests were surprised at Kayla's determination. "There you are Kayla. Now, for the next two turns, you can pick out your own spanking impliment", Jenny nodded, jesturing to the other things she left out. Kayla set the paddle down with the other things, and picked up a strap, giving a quick flick with her paws to ready the belt-like tool, in such skill, she even surprised her own mother with it. Stretching it out real quick with her left paw she drew it back, saying softly, "You will learn..". WHAP!!, came the strap across Stephanie's backside, getting nothing more then a horse and defeated howl as the girl could do no more then cry. It came cross her upper rear, then her lower rear, then right in the center, and the last two overlapping on her upper thighs. Stephanie was trembling in pain, shaking the stool lightly as she squirmed softly and BAWLED. Kayla calmly set the strap back, and pondered what to get next. "You're doing a good job Kayla, just one more left", Jenny told her, being pleased with her work on her daughter's rear. It was clearly visible to all, and the increased redness and welting is very easily noticible. Kayla wanted to make this last one a bit of a reminder..so she picked up Stephanie's wooden hairbrush, taking a few steps back to Stephanie. She moved in closer this time, more towards her left hip, placing her left paw on the girl's lower back...WHAP!!, came sharply next for the young birthday fox, and a kick from her legs as the wooden back spanked the base of her rear, right were the thigh and rear met..where she sat down on. Kayla swung from side to side, full force, six very painful swats. She hoped that would leave a little bruising, so the rapist got the punishment she deserved. Jenny took the brush from her once she was finished, and patted Kayla on the head. "Hope that helped you a bit dear", she smiled, before looking to everyone. "Into the dinning room everyone, it's time for some cake and ice cream!", she nodded to them. Emily came and scooped up her daughter, carrying her into the dinning room with the others. "Tired?", her mother asked. Kayla nodded. "Yeah ma'..", Kayla replied quietly. "Can't blame you. You were serious with that. I think you helped teach her a lesson", Emily smiled, getting a little one from her fur covered daughter. She sat Kayla down in the seat beside her, and Kayla watched a crying Stephanie be carried in as well. Jenny SAT Stephanie down in the corner, facing away from everyone, and boy did she howl and cringe as she was sat properly down. Once she was crying into the corner on her ravaged rear end, Jenny started cutting the cake and getting ice cream for everyone. Kayla sort of frowned at the corner, hearing and seeing her weep there..a black 'P' penitatas' birthday was harsh..they didn't even get a piece of their own birthday cake. This part of the party they get to hear others having fun, while a real child would be having the funnest part of their birthday..she'd be able to painfully play games after, but she'd be sitting this part out. Emily passed Kayla a nice sliver of cake, not yet with ice cream. The fox picked up the fork and paused..just looking at it. "Excuse me a minute..", Kayla said quietly, slipping from her chair and picking her cake up, walking around the crowd of parents that stood with a slice, and walked to Stephanie's corner. She found the little fox crying into her paws, just utterly repentant. "Stephanie?..", Kayla said gently and caringly. She lifted her head from her paws and sobbed a few sniffles as she looked at her curiously through blurry tears. Kayla held her cake and plastic fork to her with a little smile as she offered it, "I forgive you now..", she said softly. Stephanie sobbed again..but smiled, slowly taking the small birthday plate and piece of cake. Kayla knew some had watched and were shocked by her actions but she only padded back to her mother, who lifted her up into her lap and cuddled her. "Honey? You..forgive her?", Emily asked, rather surprised that she'd say that after the terror Stephanie put her through. Kayla nodded her head softly. "Everyone deserves a second chance mommy", the young and strong fox looked up and said quietly, with a small smile upon her muzzle. Emily smiled back, having to hold back a tear as she hugged Kayla against her tummy and chest..	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A mix of scents filled the husky's nose as he made his way through the gym locker room; the smell of sweat drenched fur, sex and a musky odor lingered in that place. The stench was impossible to ignore. Some enjoyed the smell, while others weren't as fond of it. Grunts and the sound of weights clanging together filled the air alongside the odors, creating a busy environment to which most regular visitors were accustomed. Little ran through the husky's mind as he reached his locker, stripped down, grabbed a towel, and headed for the showers. He managed to find a secluded shower with no one on either side of him; he preferred showering alone in peace and quiet. And it was quiet, aside from the grunts of men working out, jerking off as they sat on benches in the locker area, sucking each other off in the showers, and having sex wherever they pleased. That gym was as much a place to get a good pounding as it was for a hard workout. With all the sex around, the husky sometimes wondered why he kept going to that gym. Then he remembered: he kept coming back to keep up his appearance. It took a moment for the husky to realize he had been staring off into space before snapping back to reality. He'd not only been thinking about all the testosterone-filled men around him, muscles bulging as they moved, fur dripping with sweat; he had also been thinking of what awaited him when he got home. His fur was so dripping wet with water that he wondered how long he had been out of focus. The husky simply shrugged and began running his paws over his body, letting the water mix with his fur to wash away the sweat and dirt left over from his workout. Just as he began enjoying his peace and quiet, the silence was soon shattered by a familiar voice. "Hey Mikey! I was wonderin' where you ran off to," said a fox as he walked up to the husky, a smile on his lips. "I saw you earlier but you ran off before I could say anything. Must've been been in a hurry to finish your workout, huh?" He put a paw on the husky's shoulder. "What's the rush?" Turning his head towards his fox friend the husky couldn't help but smile and nod, "Yeah, I really wanna get home today." He let out a hearty chuckle, "Things to do, people to see. The usual cliche bullshit. But I'm really looking forward to tonight." The husky finished his statement with a smirk. "Sounds like someone's going to have a sex-filled night. So who's the lucky guy?" The fox responded with a smirk just as wide as the husky's, a devious look in his eyes. He licked his lips as he waited for details from his friend. "I'm not telling you anything about it now," the husky shook his head, "maybe tomorrow after it happens." His smirk faded and he smiled warmly at the fox, "So how have you been, buddy?" A smile graced the fox's lips as he turned on the shower next to the husky, stepping into the warm water. He let the water run through his fur for a few moments before he spoke again, "I'm doin' pretty good. You seem like you're doing pretty good too, Mikey." "Well, you know," the husky nodded with another smile, "it's hard not to be doing good with the life I've got: friends, a house, and plenty of things to do. I've got all I need." Lifting his arm the husky ran his paw down the underside of his arm, scrubbing the area near his armpit. His name was Michael Thompson, a husky reaching a solid height of six foot three at the age of twenty. He had sky blue eyes and a smile that could melt a heart at a moment's notice, but he was more than just a pretty face. His body, more than just being tall, was very muscular and defined: Michael had two large marble slabs for pectorals with a set of well defined abs running along his stomach, biceps large enough that some would have trouble wrapping their paws around them, and legs that were like those of a champion runner. Despite his size, there were plenty of others in that same gym that were much larger than he was. One of the odd quirks about Michael was that he had bits of extra fur where most others didn't. He had bits of extra fur in the space between his pectorals, along with a trail of fur running from his lower abdominals to the area just above his sheath; he also had some in his armpits, and some on his chin like a beard. However, he kept most of it trimmed and unnoticeable. Only the trail of extra fur running from his stomach towards his sheath he kept, though he never let it get out of hand. Smiling, the fox began scrubbing his stomach, glancing at his husky friend. His smile was quickly interrupted by a smirk, and he nudged the husky's side, "You been thinking about 'him' lately? You sure seem quite and out of focus. Everything okay with you and the guys?" The way the fox had said the word 'him' made Michael shudder, "Of course he's been on my mind. And of course things have been going fine with the guys, nothing's wrong at all." "You haven't told him yet, have you? Have you told either of them how you feel?" He shot an accusing look at the husky with his deep brown eyes, now scrubbing his arms. The fox was a few inches shorter than Michael was, and he wasn't as large or muscular as the husky. He definitely wasn't one of the musclebound people that roamed the gym. Shaking his head Michael let out a soft sigh, "No, I haven't told either of them. Especially not him." It's too difficult, and I don't think that the three of us can handle something like that. If I tell either one of them, things will change." "I understand man," the fox gave the husky a pat on the back, "but you have to do it some time. You can't hide it forever." Taking a deep breath Michael turned off his shower and glanced at the fox, "I know, I know. I'll tell him when the time is right. I just don't have any idea when that will be." The fox turned off his shower as well and moved over so he was behind Michael, wrapping his arms around his friend. "You know I'm always here to talk if you need me, Mikey." He rested his chin upon the husky's shoulder, a finger tracing over the larger canine's stomach. "I'm also here if you ever need some good sex," the fox smirked. "You're horny aren't you? Oh great," Michael rolled his eyes. "Just what I need to deal with, a wet horny fox." He mumbled something under his breath before speaking once more, "Yes, I have your number. I'll call you if I need to talk. Now if you'll excuse me..." He stepped away from the fox and grabbed a towel to dry himself off. When he was done, the husky put his towel on his shoulder and turned to face the fox. He waved goodbye with a smile, "See you later, buddy." With that Michael walked away from the showers and towards the locker area, mentally preparing himself for the conversation he may need to have when he got home. He felt so relaxed and care-free, much different than the moment of anxiety he had felt before he had left the gym. It was easy for him to get his mind off the task laid out before him; he simply turned the radio to a station that played alternative rock, before letting one arm dangle out the window of his yellow Mustang while keeping a grip on the wheel with his other paw. The other windows were down slightly as well, just enough to let air flow freely through the car and ruffle his fur. He didn't bother to turn on the air conditioning, even though it was a warm sunny day. A smiled form on his lips as he glanced out at the surrounding landscape. Before he had left the gym the husky and slipped into his usual attire on a day like this: He had on a light blue jacket with a white tank-top underneath, and a pair of blue board shorts to make him decent enough to go outside. A pair of dark sunglasses covered his blue eyes to protect them from the sun. This was the attire he was used to, casual and comfortable, yet at the same time good-looking. If he were at home, he might wear even less than he already was wearing. As his eyes moved back to the road in front of him, his mind began to wander off in all sorts of directions. He began to think of his fox friend at the gym, and the words that had been said. 'You have to do it some time,' the fox had said, 'you can't hide it forever.' Those words stuck in the husky's mind like glue to a piece of paper. No matter what options he tried to think of, it was true: He couldn't hide it forever. One way or another, it would be done; he just had to figure out how. Ringing filled his ears and he glanced at his phone as it sat on the passenger's seat. The outer screen was lit up and said 'Incoming Call' as it continued to ring. He switched his grip on the wheel from one paw to another and grabbed his phone with his free paw. At first he checked the number of the person calling to see if it was really that important; when he saw a familiar name on the screen he brought the phone to his ear. He bit his lip as he spoke into the phone, "Hello, Michael here." "Hey there Mikey," said the voice on the other line. For a moment the voice paused, and a faint thud came from the other end of the line. The voice quickly broke the silence, "I just wanted to call and see how you were doin'. Earlier today you seemed kinda off, so I wasn't sure if somethin' was wrong." With a small laugh the husky shook his head, even though he knew the person on the other end of the line couldn't see him. "No, I'm fine. I've just had a few things on my mind lately. So don't worry about me, okay?" "Sure sure, if you say so," the voice said with a chuckle. Other voices began to fill the background of the other line accompanied by a clanging sound, so the deep voice began to speak a bit louder. "You know, you and me should get together some time. Do a routine, show off a bit maybe? We could even compare ourselves to each other. Besides," he laughed, "you still owe me after I saved your ass back in LA." Michael couldn't help but laugh at the memories of what had happened back in Los Angeles a few years ago. He made a quick right on the road, still keeping a firm grip on the wheel with a single paw. "That was three years ago, buddy. I shouldn't owe you anything after that. Then again," he smiled, "I think I like the sound of that. But it can't be tomorrow or the next day, I'll be a bit busy hanging out with the guys. I promised them I'd spend at least one or two days with them." He paused and glanced at his watch to check what day it was; 'Monday' it read in small black print. "Today's Monday, so I'll be busy on Tuesday and Wednesday... How about Friday? That sound good to you?" There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before the deep voice returned, "Of course that sounds good. Friday it is. Where do you wanna meet? I can meet you pretty much anywhere, as long as it's here in town." "Let's just make it easy for the both of us then. How about we meet right outside the door, the parking lot maybe?" The husky kept his eyes on the road as he drove while at the same time paying attention to his conversation over the phone. He always had considered himself gifted at multitasking. "That sounds perfect, Mikey. Meet me in the parking lot this Friday at around, say, ten in the morning. That too early for you?" "No, not at all. Sounds like a plan then, buddy." Michael smiled as he adjusted his sunglasses, thinking about the upcoming event. He let out a small laugh at what he imagined. "Sure does," said the deep voice with a laugh. "Well I gotta go for a bit, okay? I need to keep workin' on this. I can't slack on it now." He paused and for a moment, the only noise on that end of the line was the other voices. Soon the voice came back on the line, "See ya Mikey." Without a word the husky closed his phone and tossed it onto the passenger's seat. He then grabbed onto the wheel with both paws as he made his way down the road that led to his home. It wasn't long before he turned into the stone driveway of his house, parking the car and killing the engine. The husky grabbed the keys to his car and shoved them into one of his pockets before opening the door and stepping out of the car, shutting the door behind him. Michael removed his sunglasses so he could get an unobstructed view of his house. It was a quality home with three bedrooms and two bathrooms, along with the usual necessities and additional space for various uses. The roof was covered in deep red shingles while the walls of the house were painted a yellow that was just a few shades darker than his car. There were a few windows here and there, a decent amount. His favorite part of the house's appearance was the large front door; it was a clean white with a glass design in the center near the top of the door. Green grass covered the front lawn which had a few bushes on one side, and a large oak tree in the middle of the yard. He smiled once more as he made his way up the driveway towards his house, bare feet padding against the stone warmed by the sun. When he got to the door he took a moment to glance at it before stepping into the entryway of his house. The entryway was just a small room conjoined to a few of the other rooms in the house: the kitchen, living room, and main hallway all attached to the entryway. Michael removed his jacket and hung it on a small coat rack attached to the wall, hanging his keys on a key rack attached to the opposite wall. Everything seemed calm and quiet in the house. That is, until he heard a sizzling sound and the smell of eggs began to fill his nose. He made his way into the kitchen and murred at the aroma. Once he reached the kitchen he leaned against the granite counter and let out a small chuckle at the sight before him. Standing in front of the oven was a slender lynx wearing nothing more than a white apron to cover himself, cooking some eggs in a metal pan on the stove-top. The lynx's ears twitched as he heard the sound of the husky's footsteps, a smile forming on his lips. He seemed oblivious of the husky's existence, but he knew that Michael was there. Lifting his tail the lynx wiggled his exposed rear in hopes of getting the husky's attention. He went back to cooking his eggs for a few minutes, waiting for the husky to take action. After those few minutes the lynx felt a warm breath against his neck, and he knew his plan had worked. "Hello again Mikey," he spoke in a near whisper as his long slender tail pushed his glasses further up his nose. He smirked as he glanced over his shoulder at the husky behind him. "Hey there Johnny Boy," Michael whispered as he kept breathing onto the lynx's neck, "you get hungry? I'm not used to seeing you cooking anything, much less wearing an apron." The husky's paws ran down the lynx's sides and let out a low growl, "I think the apron looks good on you." Johnathan smirked again, "You're only saying that because you can see my ass. You have to admit, it makes my ass look good." One of Michael's paws moved down to the lynx's rear and gave it a squeeze, "Hell yes it does. I doubt your ass could look any better than it already does." He kissed the base of the lynx's neck and began to gently suck, letting his tongue run through the feline's neck fur as he made loud slurping noises. The actions of the husky elicited a moan from Johnathan's lips, tilting his head to one side to expose more of his neck. His long tail wrapped around their waists in an attempt to keep their bodies pinned together, with the husky's chest against the lynx's back. Even though all this was happening Johnathan managed to keep an eye on the eggs as they cooked. Michael gave Johnathan's rear as squeeze as he sucked on the feline's neck. The husky let out a low growl as he closed his eyes, grinding the front of his shorts up against the feline's rear. His tail wagged from side to side, a smirk sliding across his lips, listening to the soft moans of the lynx. All was silent, aside from the sizzling of the eggs, the moans coming from the lynx, and the various slurps and growls coming from the husky. The two were far too lost in the moment to hear the sound of foot padding through the nearby hallway on a path for the kitchen. When the footsteps stopped both the lynx and the husky showed no sign of knowing that someone was watching. "Looks like you two started without me," said the voice coming from the entryway to the kitchen, after clearing his throat to get their attention. "You know, it's nice to wait up for everyone to get here before you start." He let out a little laugh. Raising an eyebrow, Michael stopped sucking on the lynx's neck long enough to look over his shoulder, getting a glimpse of the newcomer. His lips formed a smile as he saw the rabbit standing in the entryway, "Hey there Sammy. Of course we were going to wait. I just wanted to see if Johnny here was ready." A smirk formed on the husky's lips. "Oh I'm ready," Johnathan quickly added as he bent forward slightly, lifting his tail and showing off his exposed rear. "Just hold on, okay?" Michael gave the lynx's rear a gentle smack. "Keep those eggs cooking, I'm hungry." Sighing in disappointment the lynx nodded and went back to cooking the eggs on the stove-top, glancing every so often at the husky and the rabbit. "Aw, why can't you do it today, Mikey?" Samuel asked with a whine as he took a few steps towards the husky. Though his name was Samuel he usually went by Sam; few actually called him Sammy, and the husky was one of those few. His eyes were a deep green that stood out against his light gray fur. He had a slender build, one that showed he didn't exercise much, yet he made sure to stay in shape. His ears were a bit floppy, but not enough that they wouldn't stay up. He had on only a pair of black swim trunks to cover himself, leaving his torso bare. Samuel leaned against the nearest wall and gave the husky a curious look. Michael made his way over to Samuel and wrapped his arms around the rabbit, planting a kiss on his fur-covered cheek. "Because I just got home from the gym, and I had a hard workout today. I'm exhausted hun." He traced a paw down the rabbit's spine, murring softly. A shudder ran down the rabbit's body as he felt the gentle touch of his husky friend. He wrapped one arm around the husky's waist, running a paw down the canine's firm and toned chest which was still concealed by the tank-top. "Even if you are tired, I hope you still have enough energy for one thing." "And what's that?" The husky tilted his head and gazed into the rabbit's eyes, a smile on his lips. Without a word the rabbit pressed his lips against the husky's in a deep kiss. He pulled Michael closer until their bodies touched, and he put his paws on the husky's chest. The moment that their lips met a happy growl came from the husky, and he licked at Samuel's lips in hoes of gaining access to his mouth. Meanwhile his paws roamed the rabbit's back, rubbing wherever he could. When he felt the rabbit's mouth open, Michael's tongue darted inside and began writhing around inside his friend's mouth, their tongues occasionally gliding against each other. Samuel moaned into Michael's mouth as he closed his eyes and began sucking on the husky's tongue. He pressed himself firmly against the canine, grinding the front of their shorts together. The rabbit was just as needy as Johnathan, if not more. Johnathan was still watching the two as the eggs finished cooking, and he turned off the stove-top. He grabbed three plates and put a couple eggs on each one, setting them on the counter. The lynx then turned to stare at the two as they kissed, clearing his throat, "The eggs are ready, if it matters to you two." Hearing the words of the lynx, Samuel's cheeks turned a light red. He had been so focused on the kiss that he had entirely forgotten about everything else, including the fact that Johnathan was just a few feet away. Breaking the kiss with the husky, Samuel stared at the lynx in embarrassment. "Yeah, it matters. I told you already, I'm hungry," the husky licked some of his saliva off the rabbit's lips as he spoke. He then kissed the rabbit's cheek and moved over to the counter where the plates sat. Michael grabbed one and gave Johnathan a quick kiss on the neck, "I'm sure these will taste great, Johnny boy." His tail wagged happily as he made his way to the dining room table, sitting down to eat. In the kitchen the air was filled with anxiety and tension. Johnathan and Samuel were staring at each other, frozen in place, a look of seriousness on both their faces. Finally the rabbit had enough of the staring and he looked at a plate of eggs on the counter, "What? Something wrong?" "No, of course not," the lynx's tone was just as serious as the look on his face. His gaze narrowed to a slight glare, his mind fixed on the events that had just occurred. It took a few minutes for him to regain focus and grab a plate of eggs, moving to the dining table to join Michael. Samuel let out a soft sigh as he grabbed the remaining plate of eggs and joined the others at the table. His gaze instantly fixed on his plate, glancing at Michael every so often with a faint smile. The three continued to eat in silence with so many things on their mind. Awkward glances, smiles and glares ran abound. It had been quite a day for them all, and they were tired. What all of them didn't know was that the rest of the week had even more in store for them. Sunset, a time of peace and quiet as they day begins to die down and go still; it was at this time of day that the creatures of the night crept out into the open darkness, and their 'day' began. The sun was going down behind the horizon, making a brilliant pallet of yellows, reds and oranges in the sky. Michael stared out his bedroom window at the colorful sky and let out a yawn. He glanced at the alarm clock beside his bed, staring at the glowing screen that read '9:15 PM' in large red letters. Normally he wouldn't be going to bed until at least ten or ten thirty, but he was so tired that he had decided to go to bed early. He slid off his tank-top and tossed it into one corner of the room not bothering to actually put it away, since he could do that later. The husky made his way over to the large mirror he kept on one wall near his dresser, often using it to make sure he looked decent enough to go outside. Another yawn managed to escape his lips as he slid off his board shorts one leg at a time, before tossing them into the corner with his tank-top. "Well well," he looked at himself in the mirror as he ran a paw down his firm stomach, "looking good there, Mikey." He chuckled and continued staring at his reflection, glancing over his body. Michael turned so he could examine his back in the mirror. His eyes slowly moved down to his firm round rear that was concealed beneath his boxers, and he lifted his tail, as if showing off to his reflection. Once he was done staring at himself the husky walked over to his bed and crawled onto it, the feeling of the soft sheets against his body making him murr. He didn't bother to cover himself up with a blanket; the room was the perfect temperature for him, not too cold, not too warm. The light was already off, the room dark aside from the low light of the sunset outside. The husky could hear faint voices coming from another part of the house, though he couldn't tell what they were saying or where they were exactly. To him it didn't really matter what the two were talking about. If it was important to him, then they would have brought him into the conversation. "Man," Michael yawned as he got into a comfortable position on his bed, "what a day." Slowly he grew more and more tired, eyelids drooping. He soon was asleep, eyes closed, a gentle murr coming from his throat.	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When I was pregnant with my first baby, I didn’t feel like having sex much during the first trimester—I was nauseous and exhausted. During the second trimester, I felt back to my old self, in fact, I wanted sex more than ever, it seemed, but then my husband seemed suddenly disinterested in sex, which was very unusual for him. I thought it was because of my growing tummy, but when we talked, I discovered that he thought sex might harm the baby! That’s just one of the many common misconceptions about sex during pregnancy. Having a baby doesn’t mean the sex stops, (obviously, since people do have more than one baby!) it just means that you have to make a few adjustments as you grow as a couple, and a family. Reasons Not to Have Intercourse There are a few reasons to stop having sex during pregnancy, and your doctor will tell you about them, if they apply to you. If you are concerned, don’t by shy about asking. Things like placenta previa (where the placenta implants over the cervix), premature labor, unexplained vaginal bleeding, abdominal cramping, cervical insufficiency, a dilated cervix, or ruptured membranes (your water has broken), might be reasons for you to stop having intercourse for part or all of the duration of pregnancy. Now, this doesn’t mean that the sexual energy can’t keep flowing between you—and there are plenty of alternatives to intercourse, including self-stimulation, mutual masturbation, oral sex and even anal sex, if you’re into that. (You just have to be meticulous about hygiene, so as not to spread any possible bacteria to the vaginal area—you want to really avoid infection during pregnancy.) If your doctor has said no orgasms (for her) this doesn’t mean that you can’t work together to stimulate him! Changes The majority of couples can continue to have sex throughout the entire pregnancy, but you still have to make adjustments as you go along. The female body goes through a lot of changes during those nine months, which aren’t all bad, actually. Some women become aroused more easily, they climax more quickly (some even start having multiple orgasms for the first time during pregnancy!) and many men find the new curvy, ripe bodies of their partner even sexier. The opposite is true, too, of course—some women experience a lag in their libido, and some men are turned off by the burgeoning shape of pregnancy, or they’re afraid that sex might hurt the baby. Any of these feelings are normal. As a couple, if you know what to expect, you may be able to circumvent or deal with the changes better, and this may improve your sex life during pregnancy and beyond. First trimester In the early months, you have to battle fatigue, sometimes along with nausea and fear of miscarriage. Breasts will be enlarged, and probably more tender, so care should be taken. Second trimester Hormonal surges level off. Fatigue and morning sickness usually lessen, the fear of miscarriage subsides as the statistical risk decreases, and many women show a surge in sexual desire. The heightened sensitivity of the erogenous zones is so thrilling to many women that they experience more enthusiasm for sex during the middle months of pregnancy than at any time in their lives. The Final Months In the final months, a woman may feel too large, too awkward, or too preoccupied with the coming birth. In the third trimester, as the ballooning abdomen literally comes between the woman and her partner, most women report that they focus more on becoming maternal rather than being sexual. Even if the body is willing, it is often clumsy. Common Misconceptions There are some common misconceptions about sex during pregnancy that we should get out of the way. Knowing that some of these are false may inhibit you less, and allow you both to enjoy sex more, which is always a good thing. Sex Will Hurt the Baby Nope. The baby is very well-protected in there. Men sometimes worry that penetration will hurt the baby, but a quick lesson in anatomy shows that, in fact, the penis isn’t hitting the baby’s head, like you may fear—it is touching the mouth of the uterus, or the cervix, which is sealed with a thick mucous plug to guard against infection. The motion of sex may actually rock your baby to sleep! Sometimes the baby will be more active after a woman has an orgasm, not because it is feeling any pain or knows what’s happening, but because it is responding to the mother’s hormone level and heart rate changes. So don’t let this myth hold back! Sex Will Hurt The Mother The engorgement of the vagina during this time and the ever softening cervix can be a source of discomfort at times, especially with very deep penetration, but this just requires an adjustment in terms of positions. With a little experimenting, you can find a position and technique that works for you both. Communication is key—if it hurts, stop, and try a different position or another angle. There are lots of alternate positions that I’ll talk about later that you can try. The good news is that the engorgement of the genitals and more sensitive nerve endings can also make the pleasure more intense! Having Sex Will Cause Premature Labor Having sex can cause contractions—but these are the “practice” contractions of labor, (called “Braxton-Hicks”) not the real deal. It’s normal for a woman to experience some uterine contractions after an orgasm or after sex. This isn’t premature labor. There is no medical evidence showing that the act of sex causes labor, although stimulation of the breasts and nipples can speed up the production of oxytocin, which can cause contractions as a woman nears her due date. As long as you’re not at risk for preterm labor, there shouldn’t be a problem. If the contractions continue longer than an hour, then call your doctor. Oral Sex is Out I never did understand this myth. Why would oral sex be a no-no during pregnancy? Normal oral sex won’t harm your baby at all, and it’s actually the perfect solution if you’re one of the couples who have been told not to have intercourse during pregnancy. The only risk is introducing air into the vagina, but this applies before pregnancy as well. Blowing air into the vagina could cause an air embolism (obstructing a blood vessel) which could potentially kill a woman, so that is definitely out—but regular oral sex? It’s perfectly safe! Making it Enjoyable There are ways to make this time in your life even better sexually than it was before. Here are a few tips and tricks to keep the fire alive during pregnancy. 1. Act Sexy For pregnant women, there often comes a point when they don’t feel sexy anymore. Their bodies feel different, ungainly, everything feels “off.” The good news is, acting can effect feeling, so if you act sexy, you can actually start feeling sexy before you know it. This can start a wonderful cycle of acting and feeling sexy, a wave you can both ride. 2. Accentuate the Positive Another way to feel sexy is to get a sexy new look. Try a different hairstyle, experiment with make-up, buy some sexy accessories. So, you may not be able to fit into that corset, but you can still wear a sex nightgown, or buy yourself some sexy jewelry. 3. Communicate Talk to each other about the way the pregnancy is effecting how you feel about sex. You may simply be under a false assumption, like I was during my first pregnancy, thinking my husband didn’t want be because I was “getting fat,” when it was really just that he was worried about hurting the baby. You never know what mountains you’re making out of mole hills until you talk about it. 4. The Power of Attraction Women often worry that their burgeoning shape is unattractive to men, but research shows that this usually isn’t the case. Men’s eyes are actually drawn to soft curves, and you have a nice, big, soft curve up front now for him to feast his eyes on. Most men really do like the fleshy feel and look of a pregnant woman’s body. If you have convinced yourself that your partner doesn’t want you because you’re “fat,” you are probably just feeding yourself a false belief. 5. Don’t Hide Women often try to hide their bodies as they begin to change, but this is a mistake. Most men will be fascinated by the changes, and will love to watch them over time. Try to include your partner in your body’s changes—the darkening nipples, the enlarging breasts (some men love this part!), the growing tummy bulge. Let him feel the baby move inside of you—this can be one of the most amazing, intimate moments in the world to share together. 6. Dating Again If this is your first baby, life is going to change considerably after your little bundle of joy arrives. Now is the time to really take advantage of your last few months of being just the two of you. Start “dating” each other again—or take weekend trips away a few times, if you can. The second trimester is the best time to do this, because of increased sexual energy, and the fact that the belly hasn’t gotten too big, yet. Make an effort to really connect and spend some romantic time together during the pregnancy. 7. “Gift” not “Service” Sometimes women really lose their desire to have sex during pregnancy, especially during the first few months, and in the last few weeks. Sex isn’t an obligation or duty, and most men don’t like to be “serviced” as if it is. If you are truly feeling ill, there is no reason to have sex—but if it’s just a laissez-faire kind of thing, where you’re feeling listless or tired, give it a go anyway. You will often find that acting sexy, again, makes you start to feel sexy. Take advantage of the “up” times to gift your partner with your sexuality, rather than feeling it is a duty or an obligation. Alternative Sexual Positions Comfort should come first. If she’s not comfortable, you should stop and try something else. It may require a position change, or some other small adjustment. Again, communication is always key. Women shouldn’t be afraid to tell their partner’s when they’re feeling uncomfortable. Missionary Position This position still works, if you use pillows! It’s amazing what a pillow or two can do! Try experimenting with raising her hips with a cushion under them. This keeps the tummy tilted away from him. Also, he can kneel between her legs, instead of being directly over her. This also works well with a few pillows under her hips. It reduces clitoral stimulation, but leaves him free stimulate her there with his hand. This position also works well if a woman can bring her bottom to the edge of the bed (or couch or chair) and he can stand or kneel, depending on the height of the furniture. You should also know that laying flat on your back in late pregnancy can sometimes make a woman dizzy, because the uterus presses on a main artery along the spine. If this happens, just change positions. Woman on Top This one is a great position, because she has control of the amount of penetration, and sitting up on him leaves lots of room for her tummy. She can also turn around to face his feet, if their bellies get in each other’s way (sometimes dads put on “sympathetic weight” during pregnancy!) She can also try squatting over him, but towards the end of pregnancy, this requires more balance than she may have, and he may have to help, but it does provide lots of room for him to stimulate her clitoris. Side-Lying This works better if the man is behind her, kind of spooning and entering her that way. She can reach down and stimulate her clitoris. Facing each other is more difficult, but it can be done, in a kind of “scissoring” posture. If you like this position, just keep experimenting until you get it right for both of you. Doggie-Style This is a great third-trimester position. You can put a pillow under her tummy for support. If deep penetration is a problem, have her press her shoulders to the bed while she’s on her knees, so she can reach under and wrap her thumb and forefinger around the base of his penis, to keep him from going in too far. She can have more control this way, and he doesn’t have to gauge whether or not he’s hurting her. You can try this position standing as well, just make sure you have a sturdy object for her to hang onto. Other Ideas If you are one of those couples who has been told “no intercourse”—or you’re just finding it too difficult, no matter what position you try—there are alternatives! Mutual masturbation is fun, especially if you talk to each other throughout. Maybe this is a good time to share some hot fantasies! This may also be a good time to invest in a vibrator if you don’t have one already. This can help, whatever positions you decide to be in, for manual stimulation of the clitoris. If she’s been advised not to have an orgasm, then oral sex for him, or a hand job, are the best ways for you to probably go, or he can stimulate himself while she whispers into his ear. If you are woman whose doctor has said orgasm is ok, just no penetration, then while you may not be able to do the traditional “69” position, you can do a modified version. The woman gets up on her hands and knees, and faces his genitals, just as she would for a 69 position, but instead of climbing onto him, she moves as close as she can, her knee against his shoulder. He can manually stimulate her clitoris from this position while she gives him oral. Oral sex should be fine right up until the end, and it’s something you can both enjoy. Anal sex is something you probably won’t read about in most “sex and pregnancy” articles, but this is Literotica, and statistically speaking, there are probably more people here who have tried it than not. If anal sex was already part of your repertoire, you can continue doing this. The only issues are, as always, never go from anal to vaginal penetration, to avoid infection. You need to be even more vigilant during pregnancy about this rule. Sex After Birth So you’ve made it through the pregnancy, and now you know what they meant when they said that life after baby is just never the same—and that includes sex! It doesn’t mean that your sex life will be worse, just keep in mind that things may bedifferent. In fact, some women say they experienced a shift for the better in their sex lives after baby was born. Here are some tips for postpartum sex that may help you make that adjustment: Have sex when you’re ready, and not until then. Most health care providers ask that you wait 4-6 weeks postpartum (until bleeding has stopped) usually because of the risk of infection. Some women are ready very quickly (1 week postpartum!) and some need more time (4 months or more). The average time is about seven weeks. Lubrication! Make sure you and your partner take enough time to get into the mood and that you're feeling moist enough to handle it. If you think you need some more help than what mother nature is providing, be sure to use an over the counter lubricant rather than worry needlessly. If you're still concerned, talk to your practitioner. Experiment together! Side-lying positions or womann-top gives more control over penetration and allows a woman to gauge how much pressure is being put on parts that may still be healing. If you try intercourse and it’s uncomfortable or painful, simply stop and try again another time. There’s always cuddling and petting, oral sex, or mutual masturbation, which are all fun, too! The most important part is being close and feeling good. Contraception is a must, even for nursing mothers, if you don’t want to get pregnant again quickly. Ask your health care provider’s advice about the best contraception options for you. Healing from an episiotomy or even a cesarean birth can take a long time, much longer than the standard 4-6 weeks they say to abstain from intercourse, sometimes months, even up to a year. If pain persists after an episiotomy, you can ask your practitioner for an estrogen cream that may help. There may be several psychological issues that will make you hesitate to take the plunge back into your sex life. Fatigue, poor body image, a feeling that your body and breasts belong to the baby, jealousy (on your partner’s side, of the baby and the time and attention he/she is receiving), fear of conception (another pregnancy), fear that things “won’t be the same” now that he has seen you give birth. Any and all of these may hold you back. The key here is communication. Talk about your feelings with your partner and ask him about his. Just because you have made the decision to have a child, doesn’t mean that your sex life is shot. Children bring challenges to everything, and that includes sex—but they also bring joy, and the changes you experience in everything will be an adjustment that you can and will make. Sex during or after pregnancy doesn’t have to be a chore or a battle. The key is good communication, a sense of humor, and a great deal of love. Keep connecting with one another throughout the pregnancy, and after the birth, and you will find ways to enjoy sex during pregnancy and beyond!	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This is my first submission, if it's well-received I may write a lot more revolving around these characters. Opinions are greatly appreciated! -Killian Whitehorse ... Wild Horses: Killian and Awentia The light of the moon casts a pale luminance over Killian's lodge, standing in the remote river valley. The firelight within plays two shadows on the wall, the silhouettes of two mates enjoying one another. Killian, the half-mustang stallion lays back, closing his eyes and sighing with contentment as his mare moves atop him, straddling him. Teasing him. He loves her just the same, though. Her name is Awentia, which in the Tasunke language means "fawn". She herself is a far cry from the delicate image her name brings to mind, being as fine and strong as any stallion among his adopted herd could hope for. Her body curvaceous and powerful, her speed rivaling his own as they would run across the fields together. Equally as alluring was her softer, more feminine side. From her ample breasts to her long, dark mane and tail, her soft gray fur which shimmered in the firelight...she was a vision of heaven in the eyes of her stud. She simultaneously invoked feelings of reverence and pure animal lust in him, and sometimes the two would conflict as he would be filled with the urge to breed her quickly, over and over again. Tonight, however, they were in no hurry. Simply enjoying their closeness as she warmed him, rubbed on him, loved him. Yes, it was true that the other males envied him, and not a day went by in which Killian himself marveled at the fact that she had not been mated long before they ever met. Though the August night was clear and warm, the fire flickered in the central pit of their lodge, making him sleepy. Awentia wasn't going to let him drift off on her, though..she had other plans in store. She leaned over and kissed him, his eyes opening suddenly as he pulled her down toward him. Her squeal of surprise is muffled by his tongue parting her muzzle, tasting her. She nickers low in pleasure, grinding her hips against his as they lay together on their bed of thick wool blankets. His body temperature rises, he runs his hands along her lower back and thrusts upward gently to meet her, both of them still partially clothed in their buckskin. Noticing the ever-growing bulge under Killian's loincloth, Awentia runs her hand down along his body until she reaches his sheath. Taking it in her hand, she begins to squeeze and stroke it in rythym with her grinding..whispering her desire in his ear..exciting him more by the second. She, too, becomes increasingly aroused as the scent of her heat begins to drown out all else... A sudden, high-pitched little neigh stops them short, causing both to jump. The two horses look to the bed on the other side of the lodge, and the tiny ears and dark eyes peeking up above the rail at them. Athol, their firstborn foal, has woken up and wants to know what's happening. Dismounting the stallion, Awentia walks around the fire to sit with their son and comfort him back to sleep. She takes him in her arms and holds him close, stroking his back. Propping himself up on an elbow, Killian watches and is filled with love for them both. They're more than he had ever dared to believe was possible, and he frequently would catch himself wondering if he had merely died 5 years ago when he found this place, and been living a dream ever since. He catches her eye, they exchange a smile before she turns her attention back to the foal. He was still half-aroused however, and needed to get some air! Standing, he walks to the flap and looks out over the moonlit landscape of their private meadow. Ducking through the door, the dun stallion stands to his full height, enjoying a stretch. He looks down at his body, and marvels at how it's changed since he forsook civilization to come and live outdoors among the Tasunke. Their lodges could be seen a short distance away, some with fires still burning inside. Some dark for the night. A few years of healthy eating and the work of daily living stripped away the fat and the muscular bulk he had once known, to leave behind a lean, flexible and tough specimen of a horse. Like all the Tasunke, the wild ones. He had found out from his Clydesdale mother that he was one of them, his father too was a Tasunke..a "mustang". So he had sought them, found them. They knew his sire, and they accepted him. He was disillusioned with the world anyway, and easily adjusted to his new life. Then he had found her.. The night was warm and Killian himself was feeling even warmer, so he walked to the river's edge. He removed his loincloth, enjoying the feel of the gentle breeze on his naked body. He looked upward to the moon, and taking a deep breath leaped forward, plunging into the cool river water. It wasn't cold, but definitely cool enough to snap him out of his reverie and wake him up to the world. It was invigorating! Resurfacing, he takes a deep breath of air into his lungs and plunges beneath the water once again. Swimming beneath the surface, savoring the feel of the natural world all around him and coursing through him. When he resurfaces this time, she is standing on the bank.. The first thing he notices is that she is also skyclad, the moonlight reflecting off of her bare gray fur and turning it to silver. He begins to feel warm again, despite the cool river. "Having fun without me?" she says, giving him a mock-disapproving look. "Well, I had to do something with you taking care of Athol didn't I? You weren't paying me any attention after all" he replied back. He knew he was pushing his luck by saying it, he actually loved seeing her with his son but he may've liked teasing her even more! He knew what the reaction would be. Wordlessly, she herself leaped into the river and pounced upon him, trying to dunk his head under the water as punishment for his teasing. They both laughed hysterically as they played together like a couple of foals..but with a decidedly different undertone. The cool water and night air was doing it's work on them, they both felt incredible and arousal began to sneak back in... Suddenly she broke away from him, and waded back to the shore. Standing, dripping in the moonlight, she looked so beautiful to him...so desirable. Awentia knew he was watching her. She looked back over her shoulder, at her mate still sitting in the water. She grinned mischievously, raised her tail to the side and winked at him. "Coming, stud?" she says seductively and winks again.. Somehow, words fail to find the stallion and he hastily exits the river. She just laughs and takes off running, dripping water everywhere as she goes. Killian gives chase, sprinting after her. His excitement rapidly rising, his heart pounding with the effort of catching her. She leads him on a chase across the valley, both of their wet tails flying in the wind. She eventually stops after some miles, and he catches up. They're both breathing heavy, looking at each other..panting and filled with the rush of life and the lust of their arousal. Their animal instincts are rapidly clouding their minds...they both want the other. He to take her roughly on the cool grass, she to feel him moving within her..his weight on her back..his cum flooding her insides and breeding her. "Fuck...I need you in me!" she pants. She walks to him and drops to her knees in front of him. She looks up, to find his eyes locked on hers..his chest heaving with the effort of their run, his sheath beginning to bulge once more. She takes it in her hand roughly, squeezing it and coaxing his big horse cock out of it's protective sheath. His black and pink mottled penis rapidly drops for her, filling with blood and hardening for her. She strokes her hands over it, eliciting low grunts of pleasure from her stallion. Her eyes locked on his, she opens her muzzle and takes half of it into her mouth without hesitation, using her tongue on it's underside as she suckles his cock. Killian throws his head back, wickering lustfully as he thrusts his hips so carefully into his mare, fucking her throat. All of this exertion has him so worked up that he's already close to exploding. He looks back down at her, she has her eyes closed..intent on sucking him..seemingly oblivious to all else. "mmmm...Awentia that's so fucking good..." he breathes lustfully. She just smiles and moves her head up and down on his cock, her muzzle so soft and warm, enjoying giving him this pleasure. "you'd better stop that baby, unless you want me to explode in your mouth.." he adds. She nods and releases his penis with a loud sucking noise. As much as they're both loving this, she has other things in mind. "yeah..I suppose you're right", she says. "I want to feel your cum inside me!" and with that turns around and gets onto her hands and knees. Her tail raised high like a banner, her pussy winking so temptingly at him. Killian stands behind her, his rock-hard horse cock standing and slapping his belly. He wants nothing more than to drop to his knees and thrust into her at once..but he's not quite through with her yet. With a great effort of self-control, he decides to get back at her for teasing him earlier! He drops to his knees, and sticks his own muzzle into her winking pussy. Inhaling deeply of her, he curls his lip back..savoring the aroma of her heat..her desire. She raises her tail even higher, winking rapidly, shifting her shapely ass back and forth..restless to feel him enter her. Instead, he pushes his tongue into her..lapping at her juices..making her shudder and moan with pleasure. "mmmnn...fuck...good boy!" she moans to him, pushing her hips back into his face. He grabs her tail in one hand, pushing his tongue as deep as possible into his mate, lapping strongly at her sex. Teasing her clitoris, causing her to clamp down on his tongue over and over. She was building to her climax, he knew it. Halfway there, he suddenly pulls away and rocks back on his haunches. He looks over her shoulder in disbelief, as he watches her in her desire. He knew she wanted it, and he wanted it but he was going to make her beg for it! "I'm sorry...did you want something?" he says, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes "Fuck you, you know I want you to knock me up! I'm in fucking heat, what do you think?!" she shoots back at him "oh...well if my lady insists..." He leans over her back, and whispers in her ear "tell me what you want, my love" he says in his most seductive voice She squirts some mare juice at hearing this, and arches her back against him, her need obvious "please...please fuck me stud" she barely manages to get out. That was all that Killian could take. He takes his rock-hard penis in one hand, and guides it to her velvety opening. Wickering and grunting in his own animal lust, he lunges, thrusts deeply and roughly into her depths with one quick movement. She squeals in surprise and pleasure, clamping down on his invading horse meat and pushing her ass back at him. Her pussy is so tight and warm..it feels like silk on his cock as he takes her roughly on the meadow grass. "ooo..good..boy..fuck me!" She manages to get out between his thrusts. Her stallion, however, says nothing. His brain is clouded with animal lust and words are forgotten. His hands firmly grasping her rump as he pounds his cock into her, his climax rapidly building. He leans over her back, and takes the scruff of her neck roughly in his teeth. Killian takes his mare as she thrusts back against him, panting, rutting, overcome with hormones and the instinctual need to procreate. His nostrils flare as he blows hard on the back of her head with the effort of it all. She gasps and nickers with unrestrained lust, feeling his huge cock moving within her, breeding her, getting so close...she tells him so.. "Gods you are so beautiful...cum for me, my mare" he manages to whisper into her ear as he fucks her. That was all she needed to hear. She gasps for air as her pussy winks uncontrollably, spasming on his cock as her climax hits her. Their combined juices running down the backs of her thighs. It was enough to push the stallion over the edge. The head of his cock flares up to three times it's normal size inside of her, and his tail flags up and down rapidly as he collapses onto her back, exploding inside of his mate. He too gasps for breath as his cock spasms and floods her reproductive tract with a liter of horse cum. Having nowhere else to go, his semen quickly runs back out and all over them both. With her in heat like she is, her pregnancy is virtually assured. "Looks like Athol won't be alone anymore.." she says with a wink. "yeah..." is all he can manage to say, as the flow of his cum gradually subsides. Spent, he rests on her back for awhile..they both breathe heavily, basking in their afterglow..recovering enough strength to move. Later, after another quick bath in the river and drying in the cool night air, the two return to the lodge. The fire burns low, and Killian throws a few pieces of green wood on it to keep it through the rest of the night. Athol is sleeping soundly, and Awentia goes to him. She picks him up, careful so as not to wake him, and brings him to their bed to sleep with his dam and sire. The three lie together on their blankets, looking at the stars through the lodge's smoke flap for awhile. As Killian drifts off to sleep, his last thoughts are that he is the luckiest stallion ever to live a dream. 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Rory's Voyage By : Panthera This story is not to be reproduced, copied, or otherwise published anywhere, in any way shape or form, without the express permission of the author. It was a cloudy morning when Rory's mother came to wake up the cub. Grey clouds blotted out the morning sun, and a cold light-falling rain patted against the windows Rory loved to look out of so much. His mother came into the room, her orange and black-striped fur almost entirely hidden under her warm, off-white sweatsuit. She frowned at the weather outside, muttering to herself that winter was fast approaching, then padded over to shake the sleeping tiger cub gently. "Rory?" she asked with her sweet and gentle voice. "Time to get up little cub." Rory gave a soft, kittenish mrewl in protest and turned onto his other side. His mother grinned and shook him again, slightly harder than before. "I said it's time to get up Rory. We have to get you to the train station by eight-thirty, and it's already a quarter past seven. Now c'mon cubbie ... rise and shine for me please?" Rory started to smile in his freshly awoken stupor, and he turned over to look up at his mom. "Mmm ... goin' to gram'ma's today mama?" She smiled and gave a nod "Yes you are. Going to be like a big tiger and take the train all the way there all by yourself." Rory vigorously nodded and his smile managed to grow some more on either side of his muzzle. "Alright then .. " his mother smiled, " .. let's get you cleaned up. Good thing you packed last night cub." He smiled and nodded, hopped out of his bed, and then quickly walked to the bathroom, knowing running wasn't permitted in the house. He quickly squirmed out of his overshirt, and even took off his overnight diaper all by himself. He waited for his mother to come in and run the bathwater for him. After the warm water was in the tub, Rory carefully climbed in, then sat there, smiling as his mother shampooed and cleaned off his fur for him. After a brisk drying off in the big, thick, fuzzy towels he liked so much, Rory headed back to hid bedroom with his mother. They picked out some warm clothes for him, a pair of undies, a dark green sweatshirt, and a pair of blue jean overalls. Rory was so happy about the upcoming trip on the train that he didn't even protest to having to put on his winter coat, even though the red had faded to a very girlish pink color with how often he managed to get it dirty. They both sat down to a god breakfast with Rory's father. Everyone was smiling, though Rory wasn't quite sure what why his parents were smiling so much and making kissing faces at each other so much during their meal. After giving him as big of a hug as he could, Rory's father went off to work. After he helped her to clean up the dishes, Rory and his mother got in his mother's car and drove to the train station. Rory was very excited about getting to take a train ride by himself, but he was even more excited about getting to spend a whole week with his grandmother, since he normally only got to see her on holidays, and when they visited her in the summer every year. They pulled up to the station, and walked up to the ticketbooth. Even the cold wind and the rain didn't bother Rory's spirits any. His mother bought a ticket for Rory, roundtrip, then leaned in close to whisper to the wolf behind the register. She glanced down to Rory, smiled, then nodded to his mother. As they were walking to the train, Rory asked, "Mommy?" She smiled down at him, "Yes son?" "Why you w'isperin' to her?" Her smile didn't change, "Just making sure you get to grandma's safe and on time." Rory nodded and didn't think any more about it. As they both boarded the train, his mother helped him into his seat, made sure he had his bag of books and crayons and snacks right close to him, then she gave him a tight mommy hug just as the announcement was made that the train would be leaving in five minutes. "Now Rory ... you are going to behave on this train ride aren't you?" Rory nodded and smiled. "Yeah mama." She smiled and gave his head a kiss "There's my good tiger. You be good for your grandmother too son. I love you." He smiled "Love you too mama." She waved a paw to him, then stepped off of the train. From his window, Rory could see her standing on the platform and waving to him. He waved a paw back to her. A few minutes later, the train made a small lurch, and then started moving. Rory had always liked trains, and he was very excited to be on one now. When the big, burly conductor, a lion with a mane that was probably bigger than Rory was, came by, he smiled at Rory when he handed the lion his ticket. "I'll be keeping an eye on you little cub." he said quietly, but kindly as he handed the ticket stub back. "You hold onto this now, ok?" Rory smiled and nodded "Yeah. I no lose it." The lion nodded and went on his way. Rory got out a coloring book and some crayons, and began to color in the pictures. He liked wildlife pictures the best, and any pictures of tigers and other cats like his books had, he liked even better. A while later, Rory put his coloring book away, and started to read. He kept looking out the window, but only saw trees and grey skies, not even the cool tropical trees he always saw in pictures either. He started to look about his seat, and seeing he couldn't even reach his paws to the pawrest by the floor, he hopped down to fold it up. Then he noticed it was attached to the seat in front of him and smiled. He was just about to get back in his seat when he noticed a big black feather, with some white on it hanging down on the side of the seat right in front of him. Rory sat back in his seat, but started to kick the feather a little with his footpaws, grinning at how it always went back to where it was before. As entertaining as this was, after a little while, even that became boring. Rory sat down and sighed and tried to think of something to do, but didn't have much success. He remembered the conductor saying where the restrooms were, so he hopped down and walked back towards them. since he wasn't paying extremely close attention to where he was stepping, he didn't see the black-furred tail tip that was along the side of the aisle. Then all of the sudden, he felt something underfoot, and heard a very loud, and angry 'HISS!' He hopped back a few steps, frowning and shaking a bit at the look of the panther who was sitting in that seat. He growled at him, and Rory ran back to the bathroom before the panther could say anything to him. He took his good time in the restroom, trying to avoid having to walk back past the panther for a while. He was almost ready to come out when he heard a knocking at the door and a loud, growling voice on the other side. "C'mon! The rest of us need to go too!" Rory frowned and quickly opened the door. He tiptoed past the big, grey wolf standing there, trying to avoid looking up at the wolf's face. He padded back to his seat very quietly, giving as much room to the panther as he could. As he sat down, he saw the conductor padding down the car towards him, but he went right past him. Rory turned a bit to see him talking to that same panther, and saw the panther pointing with a paw in his direction. Rory frowned and started to sulk in his seat. He started kicking the feather in front of him again, until he heard a sqwawk! from the seat in front of him, and saw a tall neck with a beak rise up and turn to look down at him. The ostrick frowned and then sqawked at the conductor until he cam over and talked to her as well. Rory sat back in his seat and frowned. He wasn't liking the train so much now. The big lion came back and looked down at the cub. He spoke quietly to him, but his voice seemed a bit deeper to Rory than it had before. "Would you come with me Rory?" Rory frowned, but gave a nod. He stood up and quickly felt the lion's large paw on his own paw. The lion started to walk towards the front of the train, taking Rory past two more cars of different furs. Then they went into a car that had nothing but boxes and suitcases on it, and was a lot colder than the rest of the train was. The lion took Rory over to a large box, then sat down on the box and looked at Rory with a deep frown on his face. "Rory ... do you know I've had three different furs complain about your behavior on my train?" He frowned and shook his head. The lion only nodded "Now usually Rory ... if someone bothers that many furs, I stop the train and make them get off." Rory mrewled kittenishly again, but this time in fear. "Now son ... I don't want to throw you off this train out here in the middle of nowhere. Your mother told us something before you came on board too." The tiger cub looked at the lion in confusion. "She told us that if you act up, we're to do whatever we need to do to make you behave. Do you know what I did to my cubs when they were bad growing up?" Rory shook his head, but he was beginning to form a few ideas. "I'd put them over my lap, and then cuff their backsides until they couldn't even think of sitting down. Then I'd make them sit down until i said they could get up. And Rory ... that's what's happening to you." Rory frowned and meeeped! He had almost thought of trying to run when he felt himself getting grabbed by two large paws, his overalls unbuckled and pulled down, followed by his undies. Then he was picked up and saw the world of the baggage car tilt and swim around him, then he was still again, looking down at the side of a wooden box, and the floor. He got a brief feel of a cool breeze blowing over his backside, then felt a large paw whoomp! down and strike his exposed rear end. He gave a mrewling scream of pain, but that was quickly cut off by another such scream as the big, and very strong paw landed again. Rory tried to kick his feet, to squirm, to wiggle about anyway he could to get free, but the lion held him fast on his lap. Again and again, the strong paw landed with a loud whack on the poor cubbie's bottom, each time getting a new yelp or scream or burst of tears from Rory. After about twenty such smacks on his rear, he felt everything shaking and moving again, then found himself standing. The lion made just a hint of a growl, but it was enough to make Rory do as he said. "Get dressed. You're sitting in that seat until we get to your stop. You got me?" Rory gave a whine, wiped his cheeks with a paw, and nodded. The lion gave a nod, "Good. And if I have to bring you back up here, I won't stop smacking your backside until we get there. Understand me?" Rory could only nod, not wanting to imagine what that would feel like. He got led back to his seat by the lion, who then watched him sit down. His rear end felt like it was ablaze with heat and pain, but the stern glare from the lion made him sit on it and suffer. He stayed in that seat, though every bump of the train brough a small yipe from him. After three more hours of constant fire and pain like that, finally they arrived at the train station. Rory saw his grandmother out of his window and managed to smile, despite how his rear felt. He recognized her instantly, because even though she was a tiger too, she had white fur with black stripes, which Rory had always found to be very pretty. As he got his bag and his things together, he started walking towards the stairs outside. He noticed as he approached her, that the conductor lion had given her a note. 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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. 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. 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	Until Death Brings Us Together by Lilith Fray	[ "Female", "Gun", "Highschool", "Human", "Love", "Male", "Teen", "Violence" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 7, "longest_sentence": 38, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 173, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (7) in one sentence" ], "score": 28 }	28	false
Hey guys! Been a while since i uploaded a story! I wrote this out for practice and don't worry, Still working on Can It Be Real, ITS NOT DEAD YET! :D Anywho... Long story short, if ya don't like guy on guy then this isn't for you, If you are under 18 then this isn't for you unless your laws are different. Now then! The Character Tamarand isn't my own original creation! He is a sexy dragon from my favorite book series (The Forgotten Realms: The Year of the Rogue Dragons, The Rage, The Right, and The Ruin) All three are great books which i highly recommend! AND Ozark the Song Dragon IS MY OWN CHARACTER/ORIGINAL CREATION! NO STEAL MY SEXY DWAGGY PLEASE! HE MINE! :3 Kay, Anywhoodles, if you wanna skip to the yiffy sex part, you'll want to start reading 16 text breaks up from the bottom... NOW THEN! PLEASE ENJOY, WRITE COMMENTS, LEAVE IDEAS AND WAYS TO IMPROVE MY WRITING KAY THANKS! 3 Unnatural Urges A Quick Dragon Yiff By Vex The Furdragon Mating season was just around the corner and every season Ozark, one of the few elusive song dragons, felt urges unnatural to a male. This urge confused him greatly therefore he always hid when the time of year came around again. This so spoken urge, was the urge to be mated, as if he were a female. Through out all the ancient lore, legends and writing, he had never heard of a male dragon going into heat. Naturally he thought he was a freak, always hiding his secret from other dragons, and the small folk too. He would not stand for ridicule from the likes of humans, elves, dwarves, Halflings and the such. As the year rolled around to that greatly confusing time for Ozark he was amidst a flight of metallic dragons; the company of dragons including bronzes, coppers, silvers, a few golds and a single other song dragon. As the group flew along Ozark started to fly towards the back of the group and even at the very back at times; and when ever they stopped to rest or stopped for the night he would separate from the mass of fellow dragons; often he would find himself sleeping alone in a cave, or off in a small meadow away from camp. At the same time the female dragons of the group were starting to get antsy, the scents of some were able to be smelled from quite a ways away. This only grinded at Ozark even more because he knew what he must endure while they get to go off and find mates. So Ozark had consigned him self to a life of desolate loneliness, no matter how many friends he had. However, one night a gold dragon by the name of Taramand noticed that as the flight went on, Ozark distanced himself more and more from the group. As this concerned him, he decided to seek Ozark out, and confront him about his problems. The night was cold, and the air was stagnant, yet still many dragons found warmth with members of the opposite gender. Ozark on the other hand had confined him self to a cave, so that he may hide until the morning. Its not that people didn't know where he was, he just asked to be left alone, so others kept clear of him in favor of company that they could bed down. Ozark lay deep in his cave, all alone on this night, with a small fire lit for warmth and light. However, the warmth wasn't what he was focused on at the moment. Currently Ozark was lying on his back with his stiff erection in claw as he pumped it furiously, trying to relieve some of his tensions. His claw moving swiftly up and down his slick tapered shaft. Panting heavily, he gently rubbed the palm of his claw around his head and gently down his ridged shaft before continuing his escapade. Tamarand heaved a sigh as he sought Ozark out through the camp of dragons he plodded along, sniffing the air and tasting it with his tongue until through all the other scents, strong as they are, he picked up Ozark's scent. He inhaled the scent and altered his course to the right direction, taking him straight to a cave where he could smell Ozark's scent very clearly. Something seemed a little off to Tamarand though and he took another deep whiff and his golden eyes opened wide; for the scent he had smelled was not only Ozark's scent, but it was the scent of his arousal... and it was a much stronger scent than that of an average horny male. Tamarand called out into the dark cave with his powerful booming voice "Hello? Ozark?" There was a hesitation before the replay came back, but it came back just as powerful from the song dragon, albeit sounding out of breath "Yes? Who is it and what do you want?" "It's Tamarand! Can I talk to you?" From the sound of it he was interrupting something but he had to talk to Ozark. Once more Ozark hesitated before responded, his voice reverberation off the walls of the cave "Sure I guess... Just... never mind, sure" Tamarand took the invitation and strode into the cave with every intention of coming out not too long after he entered. But as he walked deeper into the cave, the sounds of scrabbling about and huffing and puffing confirmed his suspicion, He had probably just walked in on Ozark pawing off. As the small fire came into view, so did Ozark, sitting down on his haunches, patiently awaiting Tamarand. The first thing Tamarand noticed was that Ozark was still slightly hard from his pervious plans and dripping pre in small amounts. As he forced his eyes else where he looked at the Song dragon's lithe form in depth for the first real time. The gentle light blue scales, the color only visible because of the flickering light, his light yet muscular forelegs and his heavier set hind legs, his chest strong but he could tell the song dragon was still quite young, as Tamarand was nearly ¼ bigger than Ozark. At the same time, the young song dragon was looking over the large gold before him. His strong muscular forelegs, his huge strong chest, battle scars adorning his hide, showing his prowess, age and experience, his huge hind legs and his bright gold sheen, seemingly glowing due to the dying fire light. As Ozark examined Tamarand he couldn't help feel a longing for the strong gold, to fulfill so many of his fantasies with him. The two dragons, Song sitting and Gold still standing, examined each other for a good long while, keeping the silence for quite some time before Ozark decided to speak up first. "So..." He began, "What can I help you with Tamarand; it is kind of weird to get a visit from you late into the night." Tamarand knew this was true, but Ozark always kept away from others in the day and only didn't really move at night. "Well, I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me, and then I could be on my way" "Okay..." Ozark seemed surprised by this, but decided it would be best to humor him. Tamarand locked eyes with Ozark and asked him straight up "Why do you keep avoiding the others? My self included, the others are finding it quite strange that you join us for this journey and yet you avoid us by day, and shoo us by night. Have we offended you some how?" Ozark sighed as he looked down between his fore claws, avoiding Tamarand's gaze. He was mid-thought of deciding between telling the truth of who he was or trying to lie when Tamarand interjected, "well? What do you have to say?" Ozark swallowed heavily before shifting awkwardly and beginning his answer. "Well... you see... it's not that it... I'm not trying too... It's not my goal to hurt anybody or offend them. I have not been offended... but if I were to be reckless in such a time as this, I might reveal a something that could be very telling to me..." Tamarand sat in silence waiting for Ozark to continue, wanting the entire answer, not part of it. Ozark finally heaved a great sigh and lifted his head to look directly into to Tamarand's. "You really want to know? It's that important to you?" Tamarand sat patiently waiting to hear what Ozark had to say. "It's... I... I'm attracted to males, okay? Happy now? Got me to say I'm a freak, a disgusting pervert?" Tamarand's brow rose to one side, this he had not seen coming but he smiled inside. He slowly started to walk around to the back of Ozark. With each step he took, Ozark grew more nervous until the point of where chills where running up his spine. Suddenly, he felt Tamarand's warm moist breath on the back of his neck, washing over his body like a natural hot spring and causing him to shiver lightly at the sensation. Tamarand smirked and whispered in his ear, his lips mere inches from Ozark's ear "If I were to call you a freak... a disgusting pervert or anything else like that, I would be condemning my self to hypocrisy..." These words reverberated in Ozark's head before his eyes widened and he slowly turned around. He was started though to find Tamarand so close to him; Tamarand had positioned him self so that his body was about 6 inches off of Ozark's back with his fore legs between Ozark's fore legs and hind legs. "S.s.s.oooo... Y.youu mean to s.s.sayyyy that y.y.ouuuu..." Ozark started to stutter out before Tamarand cut him off, "Yes, I am. I too, and attracted to males" Tamarand smiled and gently nudged Ozark's side so that he rolled onto his side, exposing him self and all he way in front of Tamarand. Tamarand's smile turned to a light smirk and he cuddled him self up to Ozark's back. Through out all this Ozark's head was spinning, sure he had just been fantasizing about this male merely minutes before, but he was unsure of what was to happen. He slowly looked back over his shoulder, feeling the warmth of Tamarand against his back and to his surprise Tamarand leaned his head forwards with his long strong neck and kissed Ozark softly but deeply. At first Ozark started to recoil, but soon he found him self kissing back out of reflex, enjoying his first kiss deeply as Tamarand kissed him passionately. Suddenly Tamarand broke the kiss and was smiling like a little boy in a candy shop. Ozark couldn't get what he was smiling about until his entire body jumped and he let loose and involuntary moan. Tamarand had just seized Ozark's smaller dragon hood in his claw ad the kiss had gotten Ozark hard once more. Tamarand gently started to stroke his shaft, lingering on the head and rubbing it tantalizingly slow, but to Ozark it was the best thing he had ever felt so far. Already another male's claw felt so much better than one of his own, and at this point he had already given in and was enjoying deeply. Tamarand eventually started to stroke faster, smiling greatly at the reactions it got out of Ozark, moans, grunts, squirming and twitching. At this rate Tamarand knew Ozark wouldn't last long so he rolled Ozark onto his back, making his throbbing pink member bob straight up and down in the air. Tamarand gently lowered his snout to Ozark's pulsing cock and inhaled its deep strong scent. Ozark shivered as the cool air rushed over his meat then what happened next nearly made him cum right then and there. When Ozark was finally able to see what Tamarand was doing, his muzzle was wrapped tightly around his shaft, bobbing along the length, taking in the entire thing with no problem. Ozark moaned and panted, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer because he could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching. As it got closer and closer his moans and grunts got louder and louder until finally Ozark nearly shouted out "Tamarand! I'm... I'm! I'm about to cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm" He couldn't help but fall into the throws of the euphoric orgasm as he had never felt something so wonderful in his life. His warm cum gushing like a geyser into Tamarand's awaiting muzzle. Tamarand murred deeply as the felt the warm sticky substance start flowing into his mouth, there was so much that he almost couldn't keep up with swallowing it all. But finally after about 45 seconds Ozark's huge orgasm started to subside, leaving him barely able to move, with a sore dick from how much it came, and an even great lust and desire for Tamarand. Luckily he didn't need to ask Tamarand to do what he wanted next to be done, Tamarand him self had gotten extremely hard from sucking off Ozark and was ready for his turn. Tamarand smiled down at Ozark, who returned the smile, and gently lifted his hind legs in the air, letting his weight rest against them to keep them out of the way and lined up his rock hard cock at Ozark's tight virgin entrance. His cockhead pressed against the un-used tight pink hole and started to press in, already slickened by pre that had dribbled out as Tamarand got more and more horny. As he continued to spread Ozark's tight hole, Ozark had to clench his eyes and mouth shut too keep from yelling out in pain, yet no matter how hard he tried to suppress his pain he released a soft whimper and Tamarand looked down at Ozark startled by the quiet sound and even more startled to see the pained face below him, by this time he had gotten about half of his massive cock into Ozark's love passage and to Ozark the pain was excruciating. "Ozark?! Are you okay?! Do you want me to stop?!" Tamarand quickly asked, wanting to make sure his first time was his absolute most enjoyable. Ozark shuddered before stuttering out a reply "Y.y.y.yeaaahhhhh... just gimme a few to get used to this..." Tamarand nodded and after about 5 minutes of waiting and letting the pain fade Ozark gave him the okay to continue. As Tamarand began pushing in again the pain came back, but not as badly, and Tamarand was moving much slowly to make sure to hurt Ozark as little as possible. Eventually the entire length of Tamarand's cock was buried deep inside Ozark, hilted within him. Tamarand gave Ozark some time to rest before starting to gently rock his massive hips. As he began his humps the thick warm piece of meat started to pull out and push in at a gently pace to let Ozark get used to the feeling of the humps. However, slowly but surely, Tamarand started to pick up his pace, and as the last bit of pain faded from Ozark's rear it started to become overwhelmed with feeling's of great pleasure, Tamarand's cock being big enough to hit Ozark's prostate on every thrust. The feeling of it was starting to drive him wild and his cock started to re-harden. This only encouraged Tamarand to thrust into him hard and faster, but being careful not to hurt him. Soon Ozark was fully erect once more, the pounding against his prostate sending wave after wave of intense pleasure rippling through his body. Meanwhile Tamarand kept humping away into his warm tight hole, moaning and murring at never having fucked such a tight hole before. To him the feeling was amazing; he had been with plenty of females but this was his first male, and it was what he always wanted. His orgasm started approaching, and it was approaching fast as he started thrusting harder and deeper into Ozark, making him moan and convulse in pleasure. All of the sudden Tamarand started thrusting wildly into Ozark's tight love hole and bit down on Ozark's shoulder to keep from roaring as his cock erupted with out much of a warning. Thick strand after strand of hot liquid love pouring deep into Ozark, setting off his second orgasm of the night as he came directly on to Tamarand's belly and his own, firing his own thick shots of semen and making a sticky mess of love. Once both of their orgasms died down Tamarand realized that he was biting into Ozark's shoulder. Ozark on the other hand was so over come with pleasure and the afterglow that he couldn't even feel it. Tamarand quickly released his shoulder, pulled his now going soft dick out and started licking it in apology but by this time Ozark had passed out from the exertion. Tamarand smiled and started the process of licking Ozark and him self clean, and gingerly licking Ozark's shoulder. Once he was satisfied with both of their bodies he lay him self down beside Ozark and pulled the smaller song dragon into his arms. Something was telling him that he would be carrying his smaller counter part for the next few days. He giggled at the idea laid his head down next to Ozark's falling sleep and dreaming of spending his life with sweet and young song dragon... 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My step-sister Meagan likes to come to my house to use my workout equipment. I have a pretty cool home gym which she teases me about, saying I could turn it into my own portrait studio if I wanted. One evening, after she and I had worked out together, I was tired and sweaty, but Meagan had brought her photography gear. Being a photographer, she had tons of the stuff. I don’t know much about the equipment, but I know it’s expensive. When I asked her what one of the cameras cost, she didn’t tell me, but she said it was in the neighborhood of what I paid for my car. The photography business must pay really well. “I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t just totally need you,” Meagan pleaded with me. “No way,” I argued. “I’m not model.” “You don’t have to be a model,” Meagan continued. She’s my step-sister and as far back as I can remember, she was always trying to get me to do something that I didn’t want to do. “Please?” She pleaded. “I’ll make it up to you somehow.” “Like how?” I asked. “What do you want?” She asked in return. “You know how much girls like models, don’t you? This photo shoot will be like a billboard advertisement for you. For being a nice guy and letting me take the pictures, I’ll be nice in return. Think about it, all kinds of hot young girls coming into my studio asking about this hunk of a man in the pictures. You’d get lots of pussy…” I’d never heard my sister talk like that before. She was always so innocent any time I talked. Now, she was not only talking about getting laid, but she was encouraging me to do so. “Why don’t you get one of those models you always work with?” I asked. “Those guys cost me a ton of money,” She said. “Besides, I like the natural feel to your place. Come on, I’ll pay you for your time.” “How much?” I asked. Meagan opened her wallet and looked inside. “I have a hundred and sixty bucks on me. Model for me and I’ll give it to you.” “Just for tonight?” I asked. “Yeah, just an hour or so,” Meagan responded. “Okay, but nothing too freaky,” I added. “Ronnie, come on. You think I’d ask you to do something stupid?” She asked with a grin. I knew she didn’t mean it. I was standing there in a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I have a decent body. Well, at least that’s what people tell me. The thought of standing in front of the camera made me apprehensive, though. I’d never done something like this, and she was going to put these pictures up in her studio and in her portfolio. “What should I do?” I asked. “You’ve seen the magazines. Just kind of flow. Get into the groove and pose.” She answered. “Like this?” I asked, holding a towel over my shoulders. “Yeah, that’s it. Get into it. Keep moving. Just move around a bit and go kind of slow.” She was clicking away with the camera. It was big like a 35mm camera, but I’m sure she’d told me it was digital. “Give me a few butt shots,” she commanded. I turned around, looked over my shoulder and tried to imitate those kinds of pictures I’d seen in some of the workout magazines. I continued to pose for her, moving around and changing positions as she clicked away and offered more encouragement. Meagan is my step-sister, but I also always thought of her as a hottie. She has a great body and should be the one in front of the camera instead of me. Our workouts had made us pretty close to one another. She’d come over in her tight biker shorts and her sports bra and we’d spot each other on our workouts. I liked our time working out together, but it was hard for me to tell myself not to think of my step-sister in a sexual way. Just as I was getting involved in some self-exploration, Meagan spoke up again. “Take off your shirt,” she ordered. “What?” I asked, as if I hadn’t believed her. “Come on,” She said. “I’m paying you good money to model. You at least have to take off your shirt. Do it slowly, sensually…” I did my best to strip my shirt off in a sensual manner, but I felt like I was some uncoordinated fool. “That’s good,” Meagan encouraged. “Not bad. Now, turn around a bit and keep posing.” This went on for a few minutes. Meagan kept snapping pictures of me from every angle. She even squatted down a few times and stood on the benchpress a time or two to get a different angle. “Give me some sexy poses,” Meagan said. “Like what?” I asked. She had me crawl on the floor like a wild animal, then do some strange poses where I arched my back and laid back on the bench press. I was really starting to feel comfortable in front of the camera, when she surprised me again. “Are you wearing underwear?” she asked. “Uh…” I stammered. “Are you?” She asked again. “Yeah, of course,” I answered. “Okay, good,” she said. Get those shorts off. “I’m not…” I started. She gave me that scolding look, then said, “Come on, man. Underwear’s not that much different from shorts, and I’m paying you good money…” I interrupted her before she could finish, “Okay, okay…” I said. I started to pull the shorts down. I was kind of surprised that she was still taking pictures. “Nice briefs,” she said, making me feel a little embarrassed. I looked in the mirror and noticed that I could make out the detail of my package in the tight briefs. I was suddenly more aware of my near-naked state. “Okay, now turn around and give me a few shots in profile,” she said. At that angle, I felt like she was zooming in on my crotch to see how far my cock stuck out. For some reason, I was starting to feel aroused. I don’t know if it was because I was being photographed nearly naked or if it was because my step-sister was totally fucking hot. Either way, I could feel the familiar tingle of an erection coming on. I was trying to think of an excuse to give why we should stop, but before I could think of anything to say, Meagan spoke up. “Face away from me,” she said. I did as I was told. As my cock reached its full erection length, I was able to turn and face the other way. “Now, drop the underwear,” she commanded. “What?” I asked, surprise evident in my voice. “I just want a butt shot,” she said. “Come on. Your face isn’t even going to be in this one.” I took a deep breath and reluctantly agreed, slipping my hands inside the waistband of my underwear. As I pulled them down, the pressure of my underwear pressing against my cock was relieved. As she continued to click away with her camera, I looked down at my cock and thought how funny I felt that I was standing here enjoying the freedom of my naked cock while she was snapping innocent pictures of my ass. “Hey,” Meagan said. I looked over my shoulder at her, careful not to turn too much and expose my cock to her or her camera. “How about I take some sexy pictures of you lying on this bench?” Before I could object, she explained further. “Like this,” she said, lying on the bench, resting her head on her hand and one knee up in the air. “No way,” I said. “I’m not showing you my private area.” “Listen to you…” she said. “When did you become such a prude?” I pulled my underwear up and turned around with my hands covering my groin to hide my erection. “Here,” she said, tossing me a towel. “Get the underwear off and get into position. You can cover your THING with this…” I wrapped the towel around myself, then pulled the underwear off from underneath, then got into position like she’d suggested, but with the towel still around me. “No, no, silly,” Meagan said, grinning. “Don’t leave the towel around you. Drape it over you with one hip exposed.” I untied the towel from around my waist and slipped it into position. “Put your free hand down here,” she instructed. I moved my hand in front of me, releasing the towel. Just when she was ready to snap the picture, the towel slid down and off of me, exposing my erect cock to her for the first time. Meagan continued to snap pictures. “Oh, shit!” I said, embarrassed, trying to put the towel back into place. “Make sure you delete that one right away,” I said. “That’s okay,” she said after I’d gotten the towel back into place. “Things like this happen. It’s not your fault. Here, let me help you,” she offered, coming over to adjust the towel. She moved it an inch one way, then a bit the other, then got back into position to take some more pictures. “Keep your hands right where they are,” Meagan instructed, approaching me again. She looked at me thoughtfully. I was already embarrassed from her seeing my cock like that. Meagan gripped the towel in her free hand, slid it to the side a bit, then said, “You know what? Let’s just get a few pictures of you without this thing in the way,” she said, referring to the towel. Before I could move, she’d pulled the towel away and tossed it aside, getting a good view of my erect cock as she pulled away. I took both hands and covered my cock as much as I could. Meagan was still taking pictures. With my dick as hard as it was, I was having a hard time concealing it, even with both hands. “That’s good,” she said. “Yes, keep hiding that cock. Keep going,” she said, sounding like nothing unusual was happening. I think that was the first time I’d ever heard her use the word ‘cock’. “Meagan, stop!” I demanded. “Okay,” Meagan said. I was sitting on the bench now. “Here, let me help you,” she said, bringing me the towel. Gently, she covered my cock with the towel and I moved my hands away from it, still erect under the towel. Meagan patted the bulge in the towel with her fingertips and said to my dick, “Sorry, big guy. I was trying to make you famous.” I was more embarrassed by her talking to my dick and touching it than anything else she’d said so far. Meagan was obviously much less shy than I could have imagined. Feeling her hand touch my cock even through the towel made it even harder to concentrate on anything but the raging erection between my legs. Meagan stood up, then returned to her position. Instead of taking more pictures, she just looked at me thoughtfully. “Hmm…” she said. “What?” I asked. Meagan put the camera down, then moved toward me, picking up a bottle of baby oil from her back on the way. “Let me put some of this lotion on you,” She suggested. “For what?” I asked. “The lotion will make you look more defined, more toned…” she explained. “Oh, okay,” I said, feeling a bit weird as she squirted a handful of the oil out onto her hand and then rubbing it on one of my shoulders. Her touch felt good, but I was really uncomfortable having her stand there in front of me while I was practically naked and she was applying lotion to me. The worst of it was that I had big erection that was just barely being covered by a towel. I tried not to think of how soothing Meagan’s hands felt caressing my body. I just couldn’t help it. Before long, I caught myself thinking about what it would be like if she was massaging my cock with some of that oil. I tried to stop my thoughts from going that way, but I couldn’t help it. Meagan is an attractive woman. She always has been. I’ve just always been good at changing my train of thought whenever an impure thought about my step-sister came into my mind – until now. Now, I was in a state of shock and confusion. Here was one of the sexiest women I know rubbing lotion all over my body. What was I supposed to do? When Meagan bent at the waist and started rubbing oil on my stomach, she caught me staring at the cleavage in the front of her sports bra. When she saw me looking, she didn’t try to turn away. Instead, she just grinned and said, “What are you looking at?” “Nothing,” I said. “What’s that supposed to mean? My tits are nothing?” She sounded a little pissed. “No, that’s not what I meant. You have great tits. It’s just that…” I tried to explain, but she interrupted. “Oh, I have great tits now? How would you know? Have you ever seen them?” She asked. “No, no, I never did.” I said. “Not even when we were growing up? Not even once?” “No,” I explained. “Not even once.” “I’ve seen you,” she said. I remembered the incident that just occurred. “I mean before tonight,” she explained. “What?” I asked. “When?” “All the time,” she said, smiling. She crouched down in front of me. I didn’t know what to do. Here hands found my knees. “I used to lay in bed and wait for you to think I was asleep, then I’d sneak out onto the balcony and watch you pleasure yourself with that stack of magazines you kept in the top of the closet where Mom couldn’t reach them.” My eyes widened. She wasn’t lying. That’s how I used to do it. “You did?” was all I could manage to say. “Yeah,” she said, biting her bottom lip to stifle a big grin. “I did it all the time. I could have watched you every night. You were a horny boy,” she said. Her hands roamed up my inner thighs. I clutched the towel tightly with both hands. Meagan pushed harder to force my hands away. I was losing the will to resist. Instead, I let my hands rest on the bench. Meagan’s fingers pushed further up my thighs and came into contact with my nut sack. I could feel her fingers brushing the bag. My cock was harder now than it had ever been. “I always wondered what it would be like to hold your cock in my hands… my pussy… even my mouth,” she said sexily. One hand found the edge of the towel. Without breaking eye contact with me, her hand pulled the towel away from my cock, sliding the towel onto the floor and exposing my cock to her completely unobstructed from view for the first time. “Every boy I went out with,” she continued as her fingers found the base of my cock. “I would fuck him with my hand until he spilled his goo in between my fingers.” Her hand was circling the base of my cock and sliding upward. With her free hand, she squirted oil onto my cock, breaking eye contact long enough to look down and squirt it onto the right spot. Then her slick fingers found the head of my cock. I could feel the first drops of pre-cum oozing out of the tip. “While I was pumping their cocks with my hand, I would imagine you and how you’d do it,” she said, stroking up and down the shaft. “After watching you for so long, I never knew how I’d approach you to let me touch your cock, but I think you’ll find that I’ve studied your jerkff technique long enough that I can give you pleasure like you’ve never felt before.” I was in heaven. My cock was stiff as a rock and every pump of her fist up and down my shaft brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time,” she said. “I needed to have your cock in my hand for a long, long time. Can you do me one favor?” she asked. “What?” I asked in return. “Help me get this sports bra off so you can cum on my tits for me,” Just the thought of seeing her tits made me even hornier. To think that I was going to see them after all this time was very exciting. To think that I was going to cum on them nearly sent me over the edge. I could feel a strong orgasm coming on already. I leaned forward and tugged the sports bra up her back, then up and off her head. Meagan had to loosen her grip on my cock long enough for me to get her hand out of the arm-hole in the bra, but then her hand was back on my cock in no time flat. I looked down at the beauty in front of me, squatting topless on my floor with my cock in her hand. She was right, she could stroke my cock with perfection. It felt really good. I was going to cum. Then, the sight of her tits was enough to bring me to the brink of orgasm. “Mmmm…” I said, looking at her tits. “You do have some nice tits, Meagan. I always thought you did. I always knew that you did. I’d just never seen them.” “Then cum on them,” she taunted. “Bless my tits with your cum. Make a mess on them with your cum. Show me that my waiting and watching was worth it…” I felt the rumble. My cock was ready. I could feel my balls tightening. I was going to cum. “Now?” Meagan asked, leaning forward. When I nodded my head, she took her free hand and gripped my balls with it, massaging them around in her fingers. That was it. I couldn’t take it any more. I was going to release my cum into her chest. The first blast went further than I would have expected. We were both aiming for her tits, but the first shot went far, flying right into her face. It was a streamer, too, making a thin diagonal stripe from one cheek, down across her lips and partly onto her chin. I thought Meagan was going to be mad. Instead, she opened her mouth and giggled with some of my cum dripping into her mouth. She licked it inside and kept pumping my cock with her fist. “Come on, man, onto my tits. Get it on my tits. You can cum in my mouth later.” Before she could get all the words out, I was already answering her request. I was cumming across her tits. Several shots fired right into her tits and between them before I stopped cumming. When I’d finished cumming, Meagan rubbed the cum into her tits. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my dick lightly with her lips. I’d never had such a good orgasm and I’d never expected to get one from my step-sister. Meagan had really surprised me. 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"The Head Mistress must be mistaken if she thinks that I'll be bothered with such a runt." The statement wasn't quite unusual for Elric, as he was the youngest of the Briggsby boys. Without more than a few minutes of detailed inspection, the seasoned Admiral Hia'yel had already confirmed what he had thought of the last of the Briggsby legacy. "You should be ashamed, both Julius and Darien were able, both in mind and body...You however, cause even the newest of my deckhands doubt." The admiral spat as he continued toward his cabin. "I had specific instructions from the Head Mistress to accompany you on your voyage to Nuridge. I'd highly suggest that you now di-." The lynx was cut short by the harsh glare of granite eyes. The canine in front of him couldn't be more than five years older than him, and yet his eyes seemed to cause him to look as if he was in his late fifties. "I wonder, Briggsby, do you realise how far you are from shore? Tell me, what does it take for a child such as yourself to believe that he is above the punishment of the Timbural Corps?" The admiral had made himself quite clear, obey, or volunteer to become the ship's new anchor. "You know...if it weren't for me knowin' your father, I'm not quite sure that I'd be toleratin' your presence. Don't be over stayin' your welcome." Elric stood in front of the admiral, his energy being spent solely on holding his tongue. "Understood admiral." While he never agreed with the say some of his superiors conducted their affairs, one fact remained the synonymous, the Alxian Core always provide exceptional results. His short time among he working class would be worth it in the end as long as he could continue his father's work. Taking a step out of the admiral's quarters, he walked down to the decks below, his footing being tilted off balance due to the constant surges of motion caused by the ever violently churning Illyuna Expanse. The tales of the denizens of the deep, and their insatiable hunger for carnage was renown even to the savage tribes of the Naeul. Elric scoffed at the thought of such afables, believe only in what hard scientific findings, and not spoken word hogwash. The young lynx knew that he'd be a burden upon the crew above on the deck, so he slide past the work, and descended into the belly of the hull, where most of the bounty of stolen ships were held. His fascination for other cultures other than his own was only rivaled by that of his curiosity for the seeming mundane. "Even the simplest of things can yield the greatest of potentials." He whispered to himself as he busied himself with researching primitive tools found on a ship-wreck, found not far from his home of Timbural. "Now why would the good Admiral, agree to lettin' such a cur onto t'is 'ere find vessel is beyond me. If anythin' 'e's doing it for 'is personal moral." The voice of crewman carried from around the corner. Elric lowered his ears, his lips slowly forming a deeper scowl. His mere presence had seemed to become the topic of much spite amongst the workers. "Hia'yel is a predator, how can you blame him? Such easy prey being shipped to some god forsaken place, in the midst of Naeul territory? My only hope is that Alxian didn't make our fair admiral into a turncoat!" Another, more wizen voice chimed in. "If I ever made it to Nuridge, I'll be glad to rid myself of such low lying thoughts." Elric sighed softly, his eyes straining against dim candlelight. The expanse's motion had calmed down, and the heavily shifting ship released a painful groan as it's wooden supports and beams settled slightly. Small leaks began to form around the interior of the hull, left over foam slowly dripping down small crevices between warped wood. Time reaps all things, thought the lynx as he gathered his scrolls into a small leather pack. Walking to his assigned quarters, he placing his belongings on a small desk, he laid himself on his bed, his body weary from possible sea-sickness. He throw some loose woolen covers over his body, before closing his eyes, the days to come would be long, energy was a precious resource he simply couldn't afford to waste. The dark tendrils of sleep slowly enveloped him, rest was a welcomed visitor. Outside of Elric's cabin, Admiral Hia'yel stood, his back against the wall opposite of the door. He gently placed his hand on the makeshift knob and pushed, the door swinging open without resistance. Walking in, he closed the door behind him, he let out a sigh, "Not even going to lock yer door? Well then, thanks for the open invitation." He chuckled to himself.	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Text: "Hand over the purse, lady." It's a gruff voice out of the night, a threatening bark that leads me to gasp and start involuntarily even though I've come down this forbidding road intentionally in a quest for my unusual brand of fun. It's an adrenaline shot through my whole body, like boiling water through my veins. It's time. I hug my purse protectively closer to my rib, and slowly revolve to face my assailant. He's there in the yawning shadows between the two dim streetlights, the knife edge a gleaming ribbon in the dark."No," I say, smiling as I recover from the surprise. "No, I don't think so." He's quite cute, in a rough fashion. Broad shoulders, nice jawline. His close-cropped hair doesn't obscure the particulars of his handsome face. His eyes are pools of onyx, hooded from the streetlight by his brows, but I've seen enough. I greatly desire to ruin his waistline. I taunt him a little, to get things rolling. "Maybe you should come take it from me?"He repeats himself more loudly. I'm bemused, perhaps he thinks I didn't hear him the first time. "Hand it over! Nice and simple. You don't want to get hurt, now." He takes a step forward, lunging at the strap of the bag. With my free hand, I whip the canister out of my pocket and let him have it with a big, juicy shot of the Balloon Spray. He reflexively snaps his eyes shut and tries to ward the spray off with his arms as I sluice the oily liquid across his head and neck. He grunts like he's been slugged in the tummy as I move the spray south across his chest and waist, soaking his shirt. There's a harsh medical smell, like spearmint and rubbing alcohol. His tummy begins to bulge. There's a hollow, hissing, rubbery echo from inside him. He emits a strangled, gagging sound, stumbling backwards as he gropes at his growing belly in futility. He's mine, now. I let the can of Balloon Spray fall from my fingers absently, awed by the sight before me."Oh god, YES," I moan in ecstatic obsession. No matter how many times I watch this, it never fails to send an electric, sensual elation through me. It just feels so very right, watching them blow up into helpless balloons.He widens, becoming more of himself. As the relentless filling of his tummy continues, his shirt begins to ride higher upon that sensual swell of belly. He looks at his tummy in shock, struggling with his malfunctioning clothing and paunch as if he can somehow divorce himself from this thing that is happening to him. The knife slips from his chubbying hands and falls to the sidewalk, narrowly skating past his fattening side. As he wordlessly voices his discomfort, his surging middle begins to overwhelm his figure and his limbs begin to inflate. Clasps burst. Buttons fail. In the end, a laden, near-nude balloon of a man develops before my eyes. The pressure inside him must be astounding; his virility stands out as the turkey thermometer of his fullness. He squirms in helpless exertion, unable to even achieve proper purchase on the ground. Now, he's perfect. Watching his globular, unleashed waist growing air-fat in the gleam of the streetlight has awakened a whole host of sinful thoughts in my mind, dark desires skittering from the darkest recesses of my psyche. The things I suddenly find myself musing about doing to him shock even me, but there's no time. No time. Someone could come along at any moment, and thus I must be necessarily brief. I roll him backwards, right off his feet, his bare tummy aimed at the moon.As he goes over backwards, he groans, curses and bleats at me, a tumult of demands flung in my direction. I laugh at him and hug myself to his fat, spherical body. Throwing my arms wide, I grope and squeeze as much of the helpless blimp of a man as I can reach. The resilience of his skin beneath my questing palms screams about the heady quantities of pressurized gas gooshing about within him. "Men are balloons," I reply, chuckling as I squeeze him. "It's what you're for. You just deserve it a little more than most."He moans as I caress his fat, tumescent curves. I'm not sure if it's from his discomfort or arousal at being so infinitely full. Either way, his sounds are the ultimate ambrosia to my ears. I kiss his belly, long and deeply, fighting the nagging urge to giggle as the faint fuzz on his belly tickles my nose. In that moment, feeling his air-filled tummy alive and taut beneath my lips, my fantasies are truly fulfilled. I've done this to him. I made him this way. As I press against his body, he interrupts my reverie and struggles to speak with a diaphragm stretched a hundred times too wide. I stand back up, gazing at his fantastic middle. "Please," he groans, "the pressure, I'm so full, it's too much! It's too much!" "I can fix that for you." Mmm, he's so big. My expression becomes a dark grin, full of mischief and peril. I begin to reach for him with one bold finger outstretched like a descending judgment. The feverish rush of my overwhelming arousal will allow nothing less. He's there waiting for me, provocative, ripe, ready, the too-tight skin of his spherical body utterly inviting and golden in the yellow streetlight above. His eyes go wide with horror as he realizes my intent: one quick poke into that taut, vulnerable sphere of his gargantuan tummy. 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Riiinnngg the bell of the school rang us out of first period. All three of us went to Ryan's locker before we began our way to the next class. Ryan reached into his locker the get the right book for the upcoming class. Brian on the other hand was just standing next to me, everytime ryan looked away into his locker Brian gave me one of those looks that he give me when we're together. "Uh guys there is something I gotta tell the both of you." "Uh yea Nick, what is it." both Ryan and Brian said almost at the same time. "Look the both of you know I'm gay." "Yea I do...wait you know too!?" the husky and dragon said in a real suprise tone. "And well what the both of you don't know is that I had sex with each of you and I dont know which one I love more. "You what!" said Ryan with his face getting red. "Well I love Nick...but it looks like I'll have to get rid of the compition." he said reaching into his locker and pulling out a 9mm handgun and pointed it at Brian as he got a scared face and started to step back slowly. I looked around and it was wierd that there was no one was around. "Wait please don't kill him please Ryan." I begged as I tryed to yank at his arm Ryan just ignored me and pointed it at Brian's head and pulled the trigger. The gun went off and Brian went down to the floor as the bullet went through his forehead. I screamed no as he fell to the floor. A few tears went down my face. "How could you...you...you..mother fucker!" "So I can have you in me with out him with you.' "Ok...what...do you mea..." Right there he got me in his muzzle. He was big enough that as soon as he did I was already halfway in. In two gulps i was slidding down to his stomach. I knew no one was around but I was still screamming at the top of my lungs. "Nooooo! Nooooo! Spit...me... ouuuuut!" I said as I shot up from Ryan's couch. "Holy shit what's wrong did you have a bad dream?" "Yea I did Ryan. What time is it?" "Uh 10:38. Wow we were asleep for 5 hours we must have been really worn out from the earlier organism." "Oh my god I got to get home." I got up and grabbed my clothes. I rushed to put them on, I fell while I tried to get my pants on. I mentioned to Ryan that I told my mom I'll be home by 10 so that I was late. He understand. I notice he was looking as my ass as I walked torwards the door and I blushed but he didn't see that redness in my face. As I was walking back home in the dark I was thinking of what to do. Could that dream be a sign not to tell, but I just don't know. Brain was a nice husky, he's so sensitive but I like being held by a bigger fur. That's one reason why I like Ryan, when I'm in his warm scalely bpdy I feel safe, protected. Though with Brian I can hold, and protect him and I really like that too. "Aw man I just don't know what to do." I whispered to myself. Luckily the weather was nice tonight cause I was walking at night with long jean pants a hoody. It was not to hot or cold it was on of those nights during this time of year were it dosen't matter what you were you will not over heat or sweatie or even shiver a bit. I arrived at my house and the lights to the living room were still on. I was a little scared that my mom will be mad or over worried about me being which is now 45 minutes late. She was like that she was either worried or mad or both it all depends on her mood. I walked to the front door and opened it. My mom was sitting on the couch watching her favorite progaming, she had a look on her face so I'm guessing that she was mad this time so I think she didn't have that good of a day at work before I left. "Why were you late hun?" "Uhh...uh Ryan and I was playing madden NFL 08 on line on the Xbox 360 and I just lost track of time." "Ok hun but your punishment for being over an half an hour late is that for the rest of the night you cant watch tv before you go to sleep." "But I can't sleep when it's completely dark and silent." "Too bad and you'll got directly to bed." "Oh man ok." I walked directly to the bathroom for two reasons, I had to pee and brush my teeth. After I was done that I went up to my room and striped down to my briefs, got under my bed sheets. It took me until 12 midnight to finally fall asleep. I was eating dinner when my cell rang, it was Brian calling. So I just smile and answered happliy "Hey hun, what is it?" "Nick I need to talk to you meet me at the allyway on the same street as my house but its about 5 house down form mine. You know were that is?" "Yea I do is something wrong?" "Just come here I tell you everything." Just a that moment I hung up my cell slipped it into my pocket and I went off to my car, got in and turned on. I drove to the spot as fast as I can without going over the speed limit. When I finally arrived I started to walk down the allyway as I saw his shadow then I ran to Brian. "Hey I'm here. Is something wrong?" "Oh no Nicki boi nothing is wrong we just want you here so we can do something." "We?" "Yea Ryan is right here behind me." he said as Ryan walk out of the dark. "So what do you want to do with the three of use?" "We both wanna do you?" "What?" "Yea that's right." Brian said right before walked over and started kissing me. As Brian was kissing me I saw Ryan smirk and walk over to work my pants down. Now I was kissing Brian in my underwear. Then Brian broke the kiss and took my shirt, after he through my shirt onto the floor of the ally they both took my underwear, Ryan on the right side of me and Brian on the left. I was now standing in the ally nude, I was pretty sure that no one could see cause we in the darkness of the ally but strangely we could see each other just fine. While I was there standing nude Ryan and Brian were staring at me then I saw a tent start to form in there pants. They as quickly as they could they stripped down and ran to me. Ryan told me to get on all fours, I did as I was told. He put his cock in my face and I started to suck on it. While I did I felt something poke at my tail hole, it was Brian about to go all the way in. He slowly pulled it out again then right back in picking up the pace with each hump. Now back up front, I was lapping his cock with my cock and he was moaning really loud I was surprise no one came to see what was gonig on. Ryan held my head in place and he started to face fuck me. I was moaning on his cock pretty loud. Brian on the other hand was moaning as well as he pumped at a super fast pace now, he let out a little howl as he blew his organism, pump by pump of cum I felt enter my ass it felt so good I moaned and blew cum myself on the floor. After Brian fell over in the after glow not Ryan blew straight down my gulit. His cum tasted so yummy I wanted more but he pull out of my mouth and kissed me. "Good Foxie." The end of 3	Highschool Secrets pt 3 by Frank Foxx	[ "Anal", "Dragon", "Fox", "Gay Relationships", "Husky", "M/M", "Oral", "Threesome" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 5, "longest_sentence": 55, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 102, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence" ], "score": 25 }	25	false
Will- Kori is taking the entire Lili is a psycho thing as well as she could considering. I'm looking over our timeline while Kori is reading 'I Am Legend' with Samantha, and they're making a lot more progress than I am. I have nothing to go off of. The only unexplained clues are the tube of chapstick and the hundred dollar bill. I don't have a thing on either of those. "You got a pen?" Samantha asks, shaking her pen that ran out of ink. I point to my desk drawer, her opening it and shuffling a few papers I had on the top. "What's this?" I look over at Samantha who's holding a sheet of paper I printed out, "Adoption reunion?" Samantha asks. "You're adopted?" "Yeah," I say and take the paper and shove it back into the drawer. "Really?" Kori asks and walks over to me. "Do your parents know you know?" "No," I say, Kori grabbing my hand. Her first instinct is to immediately comfort me if there is any chance this legitimately upsets me. She's too good, and all I imagine is Lili raining hell on her. I don't deserve her. "Did you find your birth parents?" Samantha asks and I shrug. She pulls the print off out again and sees that I did. "This is close, like really close." "Yeah, it's like a block away from your house," I say and I see a lightbulb turn on in Kori's eyes. "What's that address?" Kori asks and sits at my computer and opens Google maps. It pins the address with a large yellow thumbtack. "What's yours?" She asks Samantha and a moment later it pins down as well. I could walk from one to the other in minutes. "What direction did I come from?" I ask Samantha who thinks back and and points at my birth mothers house. Kori- I don't know how to help Will. It's one thing to be adopted, it's another thing to find your birth mother and forget you met her. It's hard enough starting that conversation the first time. We pull in front of her home, which is a quaint two story house with a small plot of land and white picket fence with a gate. It's almost idyllic. Will takes in a deep breath before kissing me and exiting the car and walking passed her open gate and to the door. "You two are entertaining," Samantha says from the back seat. "It hasn't been boring since I met him that's for sure," I say, Samantha exiting the vehicle and lighting a cigarette while leaning against the car. "Can I..." I start to ask before she interrupts me. "I get it, you beat cancer and it's time to live and try everything, but I'm not giving a cigarette," Samantha says and I smile. "Did you and Will really have sex in the bathroom?" I ask, and her expression is very indifferent. As if I was asking if water was wet. "He was 'meh' overall, but considering he was a virgin, or so he remembered, he had potential. Plus he's hung like a horse." "Yeah he is," I say and laugh that I did. "Sorry I don't really talk like that." "You really do make it hard for me not to maul you," Samantha says with a grin. "You are guys are disgustingly cute though." "Lili is actually really scaring me," I say and Samantha huffs. "Fuck her." "She said she would give him something he couldn't resist. I need to be better than whatever that is," I say to her, Samantha smiling and flicking her cigarette into the road. "I've seen the pictures, titless wonder has nothing you on. But if you're looking to double down, I can be the double down." Will- I knock on my birth mother's door and wait. What if she's not even home? I hear a chain get moved and the door creak open. A blonde woman, a little shorter than me appearing about her mid thirties was behind it. We have the same long oval face and eyes. "Will, what's wrong?" she asks, opening the door wider to let me in. I guess we've met. "Nothing," I say and try to force a smile. This is my birth mother, who has been down the road from me my entire life. "Just nearby." "Come in, I just made coffee," she says and I enter her home. Straight in front of me are the stairs, wooden with a thin carpet running through the center. I removed my shoes to not damage the living room carpet we walk over to go to the kitchen to our immediate right. There is a hallway just before the carpet leading to the dining room, completing a circle. To the left is a sitting room that connects to a bathroom. I pause in the living room, looking at the pictures on the mantle above her fireplace. She's married, and seemed to have had a good happy life. No other children pictures are on the walls, and I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse. I hear the clinking of cups in the kitchen. "Cream sugar?" "Black's fine," I say and look around for a seat. A couch and two chairs, and yet all I want to do is stand. She comes back in a minute later and hands me a cup that has pictures of her and her husband on them. I wonder if her husband is my birth father. "This is going to sound really weird Holly," I say, I watch her face, seeing if using her name and not Mom hurt her. I can tell it stung a little. "I don't remember meeting you." "What?" Holly asks and sits on her chair. I sting her again. "I took adderall to stay up all night and study, and it was actually ativan and I blacked out," I say and she looks at me, trying to figure out what I'm saying. "I don't remember the entire night." "Nice to know you wanted to find me twice," she says with a light smile. Holly finds something positive out of it. I don't get that from her obviously. Unfortunately optimism isn't genetic. "I'm trying to remember that night, do you know where I was before I got here?" I ask, and she thinks back. "You showed up with lipstick all over your face. You were very popular at a party apparently," she says with a laugh. I wonder if the lipstick on my face and on the hundred dollar bill are related. "Like I said that night, I always wanted to meet you." "Why didn't you?" I asked. "I was down the road the entire time." "We had a closed adoption. Carol still sent me cards and pictures over the years anyway. I still have all of them," she says and I take a sip of my coffee. "This is supposed to be the part where I shout at you, and demand to know why you didn't want me. That's not fair, and I know that was one of if not the hardest decision you ever made," I say and she placed her coffee on the table next to her. "You basically said that last time too. I was proud of how mature you were about it, and I know you didn't get that from me. They were good for you." "Sometimes I feel like I'm more of a project to them," I say and placed the coffee down, "The pressure about school is unreal. I get it, it's important, sometimes I just want to breath though. I'm not half as smart as them, and I think they forget it's literally not in my blood." "I was fifteen when I had you. As much as I wanted you, I couldn't give you a life. Not a good one anyway. Your father fled the moment I told him, even I barely remember him. I married my husband five years ago," Holly says. "Any other kids?" I ask, not seeing any pictures to suggest I had blood siblings. "No, though my husband wants them. He didn't even know I had a baby until a year ago. What right do I have to have a baby when I gave you up?" Holly asks, looking down and away from me. "You didn't give me up. You gave me a chance," I say with a smile, "You did what was best for me. I'm not going to lie and say I'm not upset. You were down the road the entire time. Don't let me be the reason you don't." I finish talking with her and leave with the girls a half hour later. We agree to stay in contact. Samantha drives down the road and turns toward the freeway which passes by our town. It's the fastest way to mine and Kori's houses, though in the other direction from her own. A minute onto the freeway Kori suddenly sees something. "Turn around. U-Turn!" Kori shouts, and I jump from the steering wheel. "What?" "Just do it," Kori says and I turn the car around, "Pull in here." We pull into a parking lot right off the freeway, me pulling into a spot and switching to park. "Why are we here?" "Does that seem familiar?" Kori asks and point at a sign at the building in front of us. The building is called 'Pucker Up', the sign above the structure having pin up girl posing with puckered lips and a wink. A banner below that but above the double doors says 'Thursday, Amateur night, 100$ prize.' On the banner is also a picture of a one hundred dollar bill, with a red pair of lips on it.	14 Hours Pt. 06	[ "romance", "series", "humor", "reunion", "mystery" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 5, "longest_sentence": 40, "num_participle_phrases": 3, "num_sentences": 141, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence" ], "score": 29 }	29	false
My name, is Jokir. I'm a normal 15 year old boy living in the village of Lacal. It's a village full of warriors, and one day. I'll finally be one of them. "Attack! Get the blades! It's the fighters!" Came the yells of the watchmen, accompanied by the long gongs of the warning bell. Yes it was a common occurrence... Every week, sometimes three or four times even. We rebuild the walls every time but they only give us a first warning. The creatures are so strong they tear through them with ease. However, we have our own fighters. Who are we fighting? Oh, perhaps I forgot to mention. We humans are at war with the cursed magical creatures of this world... "Get out of the way Joker!" One of the men yelled as he barreled by me, axe in hand. Perhaps it was for the best, because as he did a Machamp crashed through the wall in front of us. It roared as the man engaged it, his shield rattling loudly as two hands tried to beat him to a pulp while the other two caught his axe. The man gave a roar of his own, wrenching the axe free and thrusting his shield, trying to throw the massive creature's balance as he viciously fought on. It was the norm... I wasn't built like the other warriors. I had a lithe figure so I could barely lift a proper sword. That wouldn't stop me though. Muscle could be built, brains could only be lost! At least, that's what I kept telling myself. Most of the lumbering figures of this town lacked tactics. Their strategy was simple. Beat it in the face until it fell. I had a better idea... As the man continued to wrestle against the behemoth creature, I grabbed a bola from my waist. With a whip and a twirl I hurled the thing at the pair! The creature's eyes flashed though... An arm stretched down just in time to have my weapon wrap around its wrist. Great... I'd just given it two metal balls to swing at my team. "By the sky Joker! Get back!" The man roared, clearly upset about the turn of events as he blocked a crushing strike of the creature's new weapon with a creaking shield. I still had a spear, but I stood just as good a chance at hitting the man standing between me and that Machamp. I gritted my teeth as I relented... heading the man's advice and backing up, waiting and watching for another chance to prove myself. Yes... Joker had become my nickname in this town. I'd never managed to be much use in battle. I broke even most times! Though usually I ended up aiding the wrong side... Everyone saw me as a screw up. No one appreciated my strategy and tactics either. Every month the creatures were getting stronger and smarter. They knew how to avoid our defenses, our only chance to survive was to keep changing but everyone in this town was so stubborn... "Over here! Man the catapult!" Someone else yelled. I hurried to help but it was no use, someone else was already hefting a rock and pulling the trigger. "No! Aim there! Cut them off before they get here!" I tried to advise but was shoved aside. "Go back to the blacksmith where you can be of some use! You couldn't beat back a Jigglypuff let alone a Lucario!" The man scoffed as I hit the ground, earning laughs from those around as they continued to scramble to man the defenses. I knew I wasn't the strongest but even that was low... I gritted my teeth and fought the tears I felt welling up. Thankfully it was dark and no one could see that that well... I ran to the blacksmiths but not for the reason they suggested... "Hey Jokir! I could use your help; they're really going through the supplies today." Hyryn said in a jovial voice. He was one of the few that actually addressed me respectfully most times. "I can't... I have to... uhh help with the lookouts!" I lied, not wanting to be tied down tonight. I could feel it. Tonight was the night it would happen. I'd finally prove my worth to the village. I'd end this invasion once and for all! "Wooooah now... Do you think the Chief would want you on that tower again? The last time you were up there you tried to collapse it on the creatures." Hyryn said with caution. "And they lost it anyway! At least it would have done some good my way!" I yelled defensively as I grabbed another two bola and a shield before hurrying off once more. "You're going the wrong way! They're attacking over... Ahhhh just don't get killed!" The man yelled after me as I ran to the edge of town. No one here understood the significance of flanking... If I did it right I could drive the creatures into our armaments alone! Luckily the gate wasn't guarded. There was no one to stop me as I snuck out and started stalking through the darkness. They were right; it was mostly fighting types tonight, though the battering rams were steel types like Aggron and Lairion. Taking those down was near impossible unless you could somehow douse them in oil and light it. Even then some could simply use earth magic to extinguish themselves. None of them were my target though... Sure killing a Machamp would get me noticed, and a Gallade, being half psychic would make me a near hero. The real prize though... was a Lucario. It was said they could see you coming from miles away, and their attacks could actually tear you apart limb from limb before you even knew it was coming. Sure they'd been killed before, but those spikes were a thing of status. If I could get a set of those to wear, THEN people would listen to me! The thing was, you never knew if a Lucario would show up. They had their own den somewhere, but we could never find it in the woods without being attacked, chased off or killed. Just then my luck changed, though the town's didn't. A bright blue ball shot over the heads of the invading creatures, crashing into the battlements and exploding! Wood splintered and metal shrieked as it sheared apart. The main watch tower creaked and started to fall. Stones came crashing to the ground as large timbers crushed the remaining wall next to the tower. The creatures weren't hurt though as the tower fell in and towards our town and people. Perhaps a few humans perished in that crash but it was normal... My target... was the cursed creature that fired that blast. "Lucario! Take cover!" I heard the call go out in town. Everyone knew, but no one else would be able to get past the lines of creatures to get to it. I had it all to myself... Another bright blue sphere arched and hissed through the trees, exploding in the man's chest that had been fighting the Machamp. He was dead for sure... I didn't see the hit. I was more interested in where the attack came from. I saw the attack come from the trees so I snuck as quietly as I could through the brush. Luckily, the sounds of battle gave me some cover. Another three spheres shot through the trees over my head, but this time... I'd seen their source! A skilled Lucario warrior was perched atop a branch, effortlessly forming the balls in its paws before firing them forward. The only indication of where it sat was those attacks. It'd move immediately after and wait, hidden in the pitch black. Their yellow chests didn't give them away, they'd rid themselves of that weakness by wearing fabric they died black, perhaps the very supplies they raided from us. What did give it away though was the glow of the ball just before it was thrown. Even the best Lucario couldn't attack from a different place than where it sat. I ducked as the Lucario vanished from its perch. Silently I grabbed a bola from my waist and waited... Sure enough it came again. "This time for sure..." I whispered only in my thoughts. I'd been trying to catch one of these creatures for years. It was the ultimate status. I'd dug holes, even laid pitfalls into the occasional cave that ran beneath the ground. Then I'd found out they used the trees, so I'd sawn branches and laid snares. Nothing worked, and it all got me laughed at when I would come back empty handed. Those stupid warriors never helped, never gave advice, they all just laughed. I'd be the one laughing now though... My breath quickened slightly in anticipation. Finally, I had it! It stood proudly on a branch, summoning a massive ball of energy to end the fighting this night. In a flash I hurled my bola at the creature's legs! I'd save the town and claim my prize! I was close enough to see the slits of those glowing red eyes flash towards me in fear. It was too late and it knew it. The rope and iron balls struck and wrapped around the dog's ankles, right on target! A shrill howl and yelp rang through the trees as I heard the balls bang and the sharp crack and splintering of wood. I realized I was still a fool though... I should have aimed for the arms, for even as the Lucario fell from the branch a snarl crossed its muzzle in the blue glow of its blast. It brought the ball around to face me, a last attempt at revenge for what I'd done... I froze, wide eyed as I stared at the crackling orb. It fired but... its aim was off. It was brief but... I thought I saw a hesitation flash in its face as it saw me in the light of the attack. It had to be my imagination though. If it hadn't been falling it would have been a perfect hit. I'd caught it off guard, that was all. It landed not 10 feet away with a thud and a yelp. Meanwhile, the ball hit just a foot in front of my feet. I huddled and raised my shield but the blast knocked me harshly into a tree. The last thing I heard was the sound of shattering rock and wood as the ground started to crack and crumble. Trees creaked and toppled as I fell into darkness, both real and mental... hr Female human warrior: "What was that light?" Male human warrior: "Where'd the Lucario go!?" Chief: "Who cares. It's gone! Now we can win this, fight on!" The battle was soon over. Without their secret weapon the creatures lost a lot of their focus. There were fresh kills to feed the village and the humans had definitively pushed back the invaders. But there was a hefty toll. Many had been killed and the defenses needed almost completely rebuilt halfway around the village. The next day was spent searching the outlying areas for any wounded creatures and mourning the lost. There wouldn't be another attack for days, there was time to rebuild. "Has anyone seen Jokir this day?" The blacksmith asked as he, the chief and a few other strong warriors combed the surrounding forest. "Joker? I haven't. Must be a good day!" One man laughed, joined in by most of the others and even a snicker from the chief. "Now now. The boy might not be too good in a fight right now but he'll make a fine warrior someday. After all, what further motivation does one need than to have watched both his parent's killed by a Lucario?" The chief actually commended in response. "Perhaps in another ten years. Can't you keep him out of our way until then? Dung duty for the Miltank creatures should keep him busy..." Another man groaned as they stopped at the edge of a large pitfall. More snickers echoed around the group, only silenced by a disapproving look from the chief. "Hush... Where did this come from?" The chief questioned, looking at the collapsed sink hole of rock and tree. "Just another cave collapsing under the creature's attack. Probably for escape." Hyryn answered as he looked around at the ravaged area. "Hmm. Let's get some folk out here. Perhaps these trees can be used. Alright men, it seems there are no creatures out here this day. Let's go." The chief said definitively as he turned, walking heavily away from the pitfall and back to town with the others in tow. hr "Nnn..." I groaned as I started to wake. My head felt like it was being split open by a Crawdaunt... Slowly my vision returned, the blur clearing as I managed to sit up and blink my eyes. Wherever I was, it was dark, almost black except for a few rays of sun seeping in here and there. A stream ran over the rock, wetting my pants and shoes. As I regained feeling I shivered, the water was cold. Holding my head I checked myself over. Nothing broken, though I held my aching head as I stood. "Where...?" I muttered absently as I looked up and around. I quickly remembered what had happened though. "I must be in the caves... But I don't see the debris or the... Oh mph!" I muttered again but silenced myself quickly. The Lucario was still here! It hadn't seemed to notice me as I crouched and luckily I still had a bola at my waist! My heart raced as I slowly reached for the weapon. The creature was fumbling with the iron balls and rope already wrapped around its ankles. It was only using one paw though but tying that up would be better than nothing... I swiftly twirled and hurled the weapon, grinning as it met its mark! The Lucario let out a shrill pained yelp as its working paw was wrapped to its ankles. That had definitely gotten its attention though. Its ears flattened as it looked over at me with a feral snarl. Those red eyes... were piercing slits. They sent a shiver down my spine as I remembered that terrible night a Lucario took my parents. Just like back then this Lucario's eyes glowed a deep red in anger. It wiggled, trying to get free as I started to near. I was still careful of its free paw but it didn't seem to be using it. At least it didn't until I came within five feet... Suddenly its arm flung out and it tried to hold its paw at me. It was a bad move, for it howled in pain and collapsed to its side on the wet ground. It panted desperately as it struggled, unable to even prop itself up as I came to stand over it. "Not so tough now huh...?" I questioned, excitement and fear in my voice. I'd done it! I'd caught a Lucario! But... I hadn't thought it would look so... terrified. "One of you took my family..." I said as my breaths started to become difficult for some reason. My heart raced as I felt for the knife I always kept with me. The Lucario's snarl had faded to a stoic stare, though a low rumble occasionally emanated from its throat as it wiggled, trying to keep distance between me and it. I found my knife right where it was supposed to be. The blade glimmered as I brought it forward to point at the Lucario's chest. "This is it Lucario... Any last words!?" I said angrily as I inched cautiously closer. Its last free paw looked broken but it could be a trick. What happened next though I never expected... The Lucario's breathe calmed. The frantic gasps of pain and fear faded as its gaze met mine. I thought it had to be a trick. It seemed to have just given up... and it laid back and relaxed, shutting its eyes and actually giving me its clothed chest to pierce. I stared, stunned for a moment before I saw its eyes reopen and look at me. I quickly brought the dagger up again, having let my guard drop slightly as I watched. I stared at it again, only now realizing I was the one out of breath. But why!? My gaze shifted to its broken wrist, then its feet and other hand paw tied together. One of its ankles looked swollen as well. It was completely disabled. I could just leave it and it would die of starvation before it escaped. So... why couldn't I put it out of its misery!? And why was it just staring at me!? It didn't even seem to care anymore! "Your mind games won't work!" I yelled as I knelt and bent over it, purposefully putting my free hand on its wounded arm, though not on the brake itself. It winced and arched in pain but somehow... that didn't make me feel better. I held the knife to its throat and saw it swallow hard. Its eye opened half way in a pained expression as it kept looking at me. Then do it...I suddenly heard in my head! Surprised I flinched and nicked the Lucario's jaw line. It shuttered softly under me and I stared in shock as red blood slowly started to tinge its blue fur purple from the small cut. It wasn't the only injury or cut the Lucario had but my heart raced as I saw what I'd done. "Y-you... can talk...? But Lucario aren't psychics..." I stammered, still trying to sound confident and angry, though I was failing as my body started to shake softly. The Lucario knew it too... It opened its eyes again as it stared at me with a pained but cold stare. It seemed to be refusing to speak again. As I once again kept its gaze that stare infuriated me... It was judging me just like everyone else in the village. "You think you're better than me!? Better than us!? You're not. Look what I've done to you and I'm not even the best warrior!" I yelled, fueled by a new wave of anger and once more hovering my blade close to its neck. Clearly... I wouldn't be suffering so much if you were.It answered this time, without so much as a flinch. "Y...Y." I stammered, once more caught off guard by the voice but recovering quicker this time as the words registered. "You want to suffer!?" screamed, taking a bit of pride when I saw its ears flatten to avoid the harsh sound. "Fine! Lay here and rot! I'll come back for your spikes!" I continued and roughly got off of it. The creature yelped and winced this time, unable to stifle the response as I jostled its injured leg and wrist. I sheathed my dagger and stormed off to find a way out, or at least some decent food. A Lucario wasn't the best creature to eat anyway, most of them were too skinny and their meat tough. Or at least... I'd heard that was the case. The Lucario lay there panting for a minute or two before it slowly sat up and stared at its legs for a moment. After that it seemed to just sit there and meditate. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness so I could keep an eye on it while I looked around a little further in the cave. I wasn't having much luck finding food... With no light there were no plants, and before now this had been a very deep part of the cave system, so no creatures had taken up residence. I cursed my luck as I went back to try the other way. I gave the Lucario a glare as I walked, telling myself I'd kill it and eat it if I didn't find anything this time. Although... I couldn't shake this strange irk I had when I looked at it. I hated the magical creatures... A Lucario took my family from me... So why did I actually feel bad about hurting it? I'd tried to fight the creatures before. I'd thrown weapons at them but thinking back... I realized I'd never actually hit or hurt one. Perhaps I'd aided the other warriors a few times but I'd never killed a creature before. I'd never even gone hunting for the village... What did it matter though!? I had one right here I could kill and be a legend for! So why did I feel bad drawing its blood? Not far from where I'd awoken I found the cave-in that had brought us here. Rocks and trees piled up with only slight rays of light managing to pierce the debris. It would be days before the village would be able to clear it, and that's if they even decided it was worth salvaging. With a sigh I bent down to a clean pool and took a drink of water. I looked up and saw the Lucario once again, still sitting there in an odd position with his feet and paw tied together. It wasn't even trying to escape anymore. "Can you really not get free...?" I asked in annoyance as I went back and stood over it. Why give you a reason to harm me again?It answered back with unmoving lips, though it opened its eyes to look up at me with those slitted red irises. I wrinkled my nose as I stared at it. I was angry that it was making fun of me but... I just didn't care anymore. Perhaps that was what frustrated me the most. So far I'd failed in the one endeavor I'd ever set for myself. "I have all the reason I need." I huffed back, clenching the dagger's hilt in my hand once more. My blood boiled just talking to it, and I hoped it would say something to drive me to my goal. It didn't though. Once more it closed its eyes and went back to meditating. I sighed as I failed once again. Not caring about my own bruises I sat roughly next to the creature. "Why did your attack miss...? You Lucario never miss." I asked in defeat. I couldn't bring myself to do it. This creature had given me the same harsh uncaring look as the one that killed my parents, or so I thought. Nothing this creature had done so far had sent that same crippling fear running through my veins. And yet, even with that haunting memory... I still couldn't do it... I don't kill innocents.It answered bluntly, without even looking up. "Well thanks for being the only noble Lucario..." I snorted back and looked at its paws then at the dagger in my palm. I didn't give him time to answer or protest as I slid the blade between its paws and under the first layer of rope to slice it cleanly apart. The iron balls banged against the rock and rolled away with short trails of rope. The Lucario's eyes shot open as I did this. With its paw free it quickly summoned an aura sphere and shoved it in my face. I should have seen it coming... but I fell back on the rock, stiff with true fear now... I didn't say you were still innocent...It growled, kneeling over me a little awkwardly. Its eyes were once again angry red slits. My mind raced, I couldn't think of anything to say and to be honest I didn't know what I expected to happen when I released the creature... The Lucario glared at me for a moment more, waiting for me to speak and not budging an inch lest I change my mind. It might have been only a minute but it felt like an hour sitting there with that buzzing energy in front of my face. Only its eyes moved, flicking around the features of my face, studying me for any hint of intent. The next instant though the Lucario's attention flashed to the debris down the cave. Its ear's twitched and the next second it lifted the aura sphere and fired it at the top of the rubble. With the attack gone I gasped for breath, not realizing I'd been holding it. I stared up at the creature, wondering if it was just a bluff until some soft splashes caught my attention. Before I could look though there was another bright sphere in my face. We're even... I had better not see you again though. Got it?The Lucario growled harshly in my head as I lay there. I heard its words but something was off. Its words somehow felt like an empty threat. I was in no place to call that bluff though as the splashes came up beside me. Three more Lucario stood over me with smirks and hateful glares. One of them was quite clearly female from where I lay staring up... Though they all wore black shirts she also lacked a chest spike and actually had humanoid breasts, small though they might be. I gave a shallow nod, feeling the heat of the energy ball on my nose as I did. After that, the hurt Lucario lowered his paw and let the ball fade. The one above me raised his own though, to make sure I didn't try anything as the last two helped the injured one up. He winced with pain as his wrist was jostled while being put around the neck of the other male. The female had an easier time since his left leg was still able to hold most of his weight. Hopping and hobbling along, the trio headed towards the pile of trees and rocks. I realized then they would be heading back to the creature's home. If I followed... I was reminded though that I had better not move. A growl from the last remaining Lucario above me snapped my thoughts. I fully expected the creature to fire that attack when the others were gone but I got a... well pleasant, and yet unpleasant surprise... With a smack and a thud I fell unconscious once more... With a swift kick to the head the Lucario silenced me and prevented any danger of me tracking them. Two hours later I awoke to someone calling my name... it was Hyryn! By that time the Lucario were gone. Only the blood where my triumph and failure had sat remained as any indication anything else was there. "Jokir my boy! Are you alright? What happened? How'd you get down here?" He was questioning as my vision just started to clear. "H-hyryn?" I groaned as I sat up and held my throbbing head. "Damn Lucario..." I cursed at the pain, which got more replies than I thought at first. "Lucario? HA! That's a load of Tauros dung. There's no way you'd be alive again if you ran into a Lucario." A man said from further away. I shot him a glare and wondered if I was happy anyone from the village had come to find me... "A Lucario huh? Is that what made this hole?" The chief asked as he offered a hand to help me up. I took it and was promptly hefted right to my feet with a soft tug. "Y-yes sir... He was wounded but his companions came. They escaped." I informed without thinking. "He? Son they aren't people, you know that. Which way did they go?" The chief corrected. "How'd ya know it was a boy there Joker? What'd ya do, feel it up?" Came the laughs from the party behind the chief. Thankfully the chief wasn't in the mood to jest. He turned his head with a sharp glare, silencing the laughs into awkward coughs. "I don't know sir. They... knocked me out before I could get the one I'd injured and I didn't see where they went." I lied as I looked down, my mind racing with thoughts. The chief looked at me curiously. "They... knocked you out?" He asked suspiciously. It wasn't the part I'd lied about but I realized it was the strange part of my story. This was the second time I'd survived a Lucario encounter. Which would be a grand symbol of status if it had happened in any other way besides winding up knocked out... "Yes sir... I can't explain it." I sighed as I looked at the ground. Hyryn and the chief exchanged confused looks while the party busied themselves with the debris. I could see some grinning and snickering. Once again I was the screw up of the village... "Well we're glad you're alright. I don't know what it is with you and Lucario but let's see if we can turn that fortune in your favor next time." The chief encouraged as he whapped a hand on my back, nearly knocking me back to the floor of the cave. I gave a soft and unconvinced smirk as he grinned wide. The three of us started back to help the party salvage any materials for the village. In the end I was tasked with dragging a small tree back. I kept up with the others but I was lost in my thoughts. Why was that Lucario so convinced I was an innocent after what I'd done? hr "Hyryn...? Did you see the blood on the ground in the cave?" The chief asked the blacksmith as the lugged a massive log. "I did. It was rusting already, definitely Lucario. That boy is indeed lucky." He replied, looking over at Jokir working as hard as he could to bring back his tree. "I can't explain it... He could be a legend if they won't kill him." The chief mused, getting a nod of agreement from Hyryn. hr I was unable to sleep the whole night after getting back to the village. I obsessed over my conversation with that Lucario. What did he mean by innocent? I wanted to kill him, or rather... I used to, and I couldn't help but wonder what his reasons were for attacking us. Why had those other three come to his aid like our village would one of our own? They were just beasts and murderers weren't they? I decided lying in bed wasn't going to do me any good. Silently, I got up and left my small one room home. The meeting hall held any and all of our tales and records. Surely there had to be something that would help me figure this all out. Though it was only a few hand written tomes, I found one on the known history of humans. Some of it was quite old and most of it was written with very poor hand writing... I started at the beginning, but had to flip ahead a few pages. I wasn't interested in the creation of our world. I wanted to read again why we fought the creatures... The book said the war started just a few hundred years ago. Humans and the magical creatures had lived in harmony for centuries before hand, but the creatures decided they were to be the true masters of this world and turned on us humans. Without magic, our ancestors barely managed to defend themselves in those first years. They were quickly driven from their homes and lands. The savage creatures pursued, trying to wipe us out with no regard for our intelligence. Some of us tried to reason with the creatures but any kindness was met with a harsh end. Since then the war continued. However, in recent times humans have been staving off the creatures. They can't push us out of our lands anymore and it has made the creatures even angrier. At least... that's what the book said. Why was it then that the Lucario hadn't killed me? Why was it that three more of his kind came to help him? They didn't have a community did they? Sure some were smarter than others and they had learned to coordinate their attacks, but that was just them imitating us wasn't it...? Then again... I'd found out they could talk. Did anyone else even know that? With my curiosity peaked, I shut my first book and found another. It was a log of creatures my village had encountered, along with several tales travelers brought from far off lands. I flipped through and found the Lucario. It was nothing I hadn't read before though. Lucario: Height: 5ft A savage creature of the canine variety. Thought to be the mutant offspring of a Machamp and a Mightyena, this creature is a fighting class creature. It wields magical powers by forming balls of light that it launches at its victims. A Lucario never misses. It seems uniquely capable of directing its attacks as they fly, ensuring they hit their mark. If encountered, kill on sight. Should its gaze meet yours, your only chance is to kill it before it does you... It contradicted everything that had happened to me the past few days. Even the drawing that accompanied the description seemed so alien now, when just three days ago I wouldn't have thought twice about it. The exaggerated angles and narrow features, meant to convey cruelty and disgust were all wrong. The head ornaments weren't even right. The book made them seem as shadowy snakes that would ensnare you if you got too close. Nothing about it was actually accurate save for the coloring and even then all four of the Lucario I'd seen didn't have their forearms bathed in the blood of their victims... "Why were they so different...?" I mused as I flipped through the pages, going through the common creatures and on into the legends we knew virtually nothing about. There was a small pink creature that was said to strangle you with its long tail while it feasted on your head. Another about a massive serpent that flew in the sky without wings. Even a beast that could age you a thousand lifetimes in the blink of an eye by controlling time itself. There weren't even illustrations for the last two. Just vague designs that were rumored to be the last thing anyone saw before they died. Perhaps even those had been just the last scrawlings of someone driven mad before death. With a thump I shut the book and left the hall. It did little to help me sleep and now my mind raced faster than before. What else didn't we know about the Lucario? What of the psychics? They killed us with their minds, made us see mad visions about how we were the oppressors. What if it wasn't that mad after all...? As I walked back to my hut I looked around. Everywhere fires burned for warmth in the night, and everywhere I was reminded of the naive humans that lived here. I knew there was something we didn't know, or something we'd forgotten. That Lucario could have told me if I had realized but... That chance was gone. "What if I had another...?" I whispered as I had an idea. Looking up I saw my hut and ran the rest of the way. I knew what I would do. Maybe it was crazy, it would probably get me killed... but nothing here felt right anymore. I threw together some clothes food and water, grabbed a knife, a bola and a small shield and snuck out. It was very early morning, no creatures would be attacking and everyone knew it. I made it through the gate without trouble once again and darted off into the woods. I knew how to take care of myself, and most magical creatures were afraid of humans. It was the ones that weren't that interested me anyway... I continued to hike as the sun started to rise. I had no idea where I was going but... I felt something out there. I thought it was my imagination at first but the longer I walked the more I felt like I was going in the right direction if I listened to it. Sure enough... I was right. After finally exhausting myself for the day I made a small shelter and fell asleep. The next morning I set out again and found what I was looking for. I came to a clearing that slopped elegantly down to a small pond surrounded by sparse trees. Several had been beaten to death at their base but still served their purpose as punching bags. There, alone under one of the trees was the same Lucario I'd hurt! I couldn't explain how, but I knew it was him. I was too far to see any distinct markings and even then he wasn't wearing his black garment to hide the yellow fur adorning his chest. But somehow I could tell. Something was different though, and as I watched I realized. He was entirely healed! No limp followed his walk and he was hitting a tree with both paws without so much as a flinch. Confused, I hid behind a tree and watched. Unless they really were demons there was no way he was completely healed. I stared as he continued to train and wondered what was so different that made this creature such a feared warrior. Standing up on the opposite side of my tree from him I tried to copy his stance. It felt weird, so I shifted my feet to balance better. I figured it was because I didn't have a tail. Satisfied I had a good stance I watched him again, seeing what moves he was using. He still stuck to basic punches and kicks but they were starting to move so fast that they blended together. Regardless, I decided to try imitating him again. My first mistake though... was thinking I could punch a tree like he could... Setting myself in the stance I'd copied I focused and leaned forward to strike my hand against the tree. Pain shot up my arm as I connected and I froze with my breath plugged in my chest to stay silent. "You idiot... Why the HELL did you do that!?" I thought to myself as I held my wrist and took a step back. That was my second mistake... My leather shoed foot came down on a twig, snapping it sharply under my weight. Once more I froze and looked to the Lucario. Sure enough... his ears had perked at the sound. I got another surprise though as I watched his reaction. He didn't turn at first. Instead the tear drops on his head lifted and vibrated a little. Maybe they really were snakes... As if alerted to me by the four black things on his head, he turned slowly to stare directly at me. A moment too late I ducked into the brush, pointlessly hoping he hadn't noticed me... As I peeked through the leaves to see if he was still there I noticed he was gone... Had he just lef...? What are you doing here...?An annoyed voice came to my mind, making me jump and fall backwards. Looking up, the Lucario had somehow come to stand right in front of the bush, avoiding my gaze as I must have peered right between his legs... "What am I doing here? How are you walking already? And your wrist?" I questioned quickly, hoping to distract him from me. My ploy failed miserably though. You can't be here. Leave now or I'll be forced to dispose of you this time.He cautioned as he folded his paws on his chest and stared at me. "You don't kill innocents." I responded, trying to sound confident as I rose to my feet. I didn't want to seem weak but at the same time I didn't want to offend him either. You were innocent once. I never said you still were.He replied, his eyes narrowing a little as I stood about a foot taller than him. "Then why haven't you killed me? Why didn't your friend in the cave?" I questioned boldly. I must have touched the truth because he didn't have a retort. He stared back at me for a moment before turning and growling as he walked away. Either you stay away or we will have to kill you. Don't push it.I heard as he walked back to his trees, but that wasn't good enough for me. "You didn't answer my question." I persisted as I followed, blatantly ignoring his threat. Like before, it had felt empty somehow. He was just trying to scare me and I knew it. I don't have to, human. And I wouldn't advise coming closer... Humans aren't allowed here. I don't know how you managed to find this place.He said as he stopped and turned to glare at me with one eye. "Then answer me. Why did your attack miss? Why were my parents killed and I wasn't?" I said bitterly, having to force my ire down as I dragged up an old wound. The Lucario turned around to face me with a sneer again. He took me in for a moment before he spoke again. You have a rare flame of life...He said with a growl. His eyes were judging me again but this time... it felt different. I'd been given that look thousands of times in the village. Not once had I ever seen a hint of approval in the eyes of my appraiser. "What does that mean?" I asked with a firm curiosity. It means you should leave now. Leave this place, leave your village, get as far away as you can and enjoy the fact you're still alive.The Lucario said with a growl and turned to leave once more. I wasn't about to leave though. "I'm not leaving." I said defiantly as I crossed my arms. The Lucario paused his steps and turned glaring at me sharply. Is that your final decision?He said as his arms uncrossed to hang at his sides. I got a strange feeling as he stood there but I stood firm myself and nodded. I kept repeating in my head, "I'm not afraid of any creature." Then I have no choice but to force you to leave this place...He continued and growled as he lowered his stance. I blinked, frozen for a split second as I realized he was about to attack. That was all it took for the Lucario to launch at me, growling ferally as he ran and thrust a paw towards my face! "H-hey!" I stammered as I took an unsteady step back. I bent backwards to avoid his jab and fell to the ground with a rough thud. My eyes closed for a split second as I hit and when they opened again I saw the Lucario bringing a foot down at me. Gritting my teeth I rolled, bringing my satchel with me though I quickly let it slide off my arm. "What are you doing!?" I yelled as I got to my feet and reflexively drew my knife. I saw the Lucario's eyes and ear twitch as he saw the weapon and heard the metal clink of my bola. You won't leave. This is our land. Humans can't be here.He growled with a cold expression. I could see he wasn't angry, so why was he really attacking? And why did I get the feeling he wasn't really trying to hurt me. "Then why am I here!? I thought you Lucario killed people before they even came close to you." I answered and started to think about what I was doing. I dropped my knife as I saw his paws clench, baring his spikes as daggers of his own. He didn't move just yet. He waited and watched, looking for an opening. We do...He answered simply, but it was hardly an answer. "I'll ask again! Why am I here then!?" I yelled in frustration as I let the bola drop to my feet. Both my weapons were close so I could reclaim them quickly but I wondered what he was doing. Why engage me hand to hand when he could just blast me away. Why don't you tell me? How'd you avoid our guards?He barked back in my head as he charged again. He threw another jab at me with such speed it was like he had been holding back before. The paw hit me in the chest, earning a sharp "oof" as it hit but almost reflexively I reached in and grabbed his black furred paw. I noticed then that he had unclenched his paws. He was no longer baring his spikes, he'd hit me with just a paw. I held that paw as it tried to pull back, and I saw the surprise in the Lucario's eyes that I'd managed to catch him. I grinned softly, proud of myself for shocking one of our legendary killers, but I was quickly brought back to reality... A swift kick slammed perfectly into my rubs, knocking the rest of my breath from me and throwing me to the ground. My bola was within reach and my eyes flashed to it. It felt wrong... and I ignored it as I looked back at the Lucario. My reaction was too late though. A jab flashed to my neck, pressing rough warm pads to my throat and pinning me there. His other paw was pulled back, ready to deliver another blow if I tried to resist, I was thoroughly beaten. I thought so. Now get out of here, and never come back.The Lucario said as he kept his threatening position a moment longer to make his point, then took a step to the side, placing a foot on the hilt of my knife and the strings of my bola. It was clear he didn't want me to take them... "You're letting me live again? What if I bring the village back?" I threatened as I rolled to my side, cautiously getting to my feet. The Lucario's expression hardened to a glare, his pupils once more turning to threatening slits. Try it... See what happens.He answered, his voice sharp and harsh even in my head. With that he shifted, flicking his foot paws and kicking the knife up to embed into a branch thirty feet above. My bola followed, wrapping around the branch the knife was in, tangling around it then shearing off just one of the three balls. Freed from its brothers the iron ball thudded just inches from my face. My breath froze in my chest at the display. Was that luck... or could he have done that any time? Without a word he turned and walked off, leaving me where I was without protection. After just a few steps he leapt, darting into the trees and leaping away. I noted the direction. It was the way I'd come. Was he going back to attack the village in the middle of the day? Or was it just a hint? Regardless... I didn't have a choice. I grabbed my satchel and slung it over my shoulder as I started walking. My mind raced as I started the trek home. Why was I once again alive after meeting the reaper creature? Why had I enjoyed this encounter...? Why was I absolutely dreading returning home and contemplating just trying to stay alive in the woods for the rest of my life? I knew I wouldn't make it. My only choice was my worthless hut in a village that hated me. But I could feel in my heart this wasn't the last I would see of that Lucario...	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Howdy y'all! Ready for another episode of Saguaro Sky? In today's episode, we have adult situations and language, so no kiddies, please. Also, I don't want any bandits stealing my characters without permission! Now pop some popcorn and plop yourself down in front of your computer monitor as we join our two young cowboys right where we left them last week! Yee haw! Saguaro Sky Part Three - You can lead a horse to water The coyote looked up at the horse who was still looking off to the fire on the edge of the ranch. "What should we do?" Don asked, looking back at the flickering light in the darkness. "We check it out, that's what," Hal said, unlatching the gate and walking out, still dripping from the shower. "Tonight? Now?" Don said, reluctant to follow the horse who was making his way to the house. As the coyote walked up to the door, he heard Hal stumbling around in the dark. "Should I turn on the generator?" Don said, opening the screen door again. "No, they probably think we're asleep since we blew out the candles." Don heard the sound of jeans sliding up legs, so he walked over and rummaged for some clothes too. Eventually, Hal clicked on a flashlight to make sure it worked, and shone it on the rifle on the wall and walked over to it. "Do you really think that is necessary?" Don said as he slipped on a shirt. "The letter said we'd need it." Hal pulled the gun off the rack and held it, turning off the flashlight. "Do you even know how to shoot one of those?" "No idea, but it's mostly for show. I'm not going to load it." "Good idea. I don't think anyone is going to mess with you with a gun." They walked outside and started in the direction of the fire. As they passed the shower stall, Don picked up the hat and plopped it back onto Hal's head. "For luck?" the coyote said in the darkness. He could see a slight nod from Hal's silhouette and they kept moving. As the clearing of the complex started to become more rugged and filled with plants, Hal turned on the flashlight again. "Don't walk into any cactuses, ok?" he said as he tried to keep the light low to the ground so it was less noticeable from a distance They walked along the quiet desert landscape, Hal leading the way and Don following, passing tall saguaro cactuses, and getting brushed with low thorny bushes. "I can see why people wear boots around here," Don said after getting a particularly deep scratch. Something moved in front of them and hid behind a bush and Don jumped. "It's probably just some critter, don't worry," Hal said, trying to hide that his hand was shaking, but the jittering flashlight wasn't helping. "Keep moving." As they walked along the bumpy earth, Don walked up to Hal's side. "So, I didn't know you knew how to deep throat," Hal said, awkwardly trying to get a conversation going to calm his nerves. "I didn't. It just kind of happened." "Oh," Hal said, stepping over a small barrel cactus. "I didn't know you could suck yourself off." "Yeah. I have been able to since ninth grade." "Lucky you." "I guess. So, what is with the knot thing?" "I don't know; it's just what canines have. Guess I never really thought anything of it." "Kinda kinky, don't you think," Hal said, chuckling. "I'll show you kinky, just get me some chains," Don said. Hal wasn't sure if he was joking or not so he just nervously laughed. "I think we're getting close," Hal said, looking off and seeing a tent near the fire. "Better turn off the flashlight." Hal switched off the light and the two crept quietly through the desert to the camp. They hid behind a bush, looking at the setup. There was an old canvas tent with a clothesline connecting to a pole off in the distance with some drying long johns on it. "It looks like a movie," Don whispered in Hal's ear. "Yeah, but where is the guy?" he whispered back. The flap of the tent violently flew open, and they both jumped and hid a little farther behind the bush. An old, gruff looking bobcat in a pair of overalls tottered towards them with a bottle of whisky in his paw. He groaned as he squatted down on a stool next to the fire with his back to them. "What do we do?" Don whispered as the cat bent down and poked the fire with a large stick. "I don't know." They watched as the cat leaned a little too far forward and almost fell face first into the fire, but caught himself, dropping the bottle. He frantically picked the slowly empting piece of glass from the dusty ground and brushed it off before taking a few gulps. "Does everyone drink constantly around here?" Don asked. Hal just looked forward and started to walk out from behind the bushes. Don looked on nervously before quickly joining him. Hal's heavy hoof's crushed the gravel on the ground loudly, letting the inebriated cat know of his presence. The bobcat quickly turned around on his stool and looked at the horse and coyote silently. He was just a silhouette against the fire. "Can I help you?" Hal said, hiding the fear in his voice. "Well, look what we have here," The cat said with a deep, gravelly voice. "S'pose you twos the ones who moved inta Pety's old cabin now, huh? Recognize that hat. Well, I was here first, so back off. Only room for one squatter here." They watched as the cat almost fell off the small stool again. "We're not squatters. Now get off my land," Hal said, lifting the riffle at his side just enough for the cat to notice. The cat looked down. "Ahh, is that how this is going to play?" The cat reached down into his overalls and pulled out a pistol and held it up in the air next to his head. Don's fist clenched tight enough that it cracked his knuckles, but he dared not show anything close to fear. "Just leave old man," Hal said in a very stern voice. "This isn't your land." "Old man?" the cat said, seemingly offended by the comment. "I ain't old... I'm... I'm mature." He pulled on the one strap holding his overalls up with his thumb and puffed out his chest proudly. Hal just cocked the gun. "Last chance." The cat clicked his pistol too and they lifted it to each other. Don stood frozen, not sure what to do. The two duelers stood there for what seemed like hours, staring each other down, waiting for the other to do something. "Yerr a stubern one, I can tell," Said the cat, breaking the silence as his hand started to wobble from the strain of holding the pistol. "Damn straight. Now get off my land, because one of us is leaving here in a box, and it's not going to be me." "Hal," Don said, reaching over to the Horse's arm, startling him. The blast of light and the loud bang spooked them all, and the sound of a ricocheting bullet hitting the ground made the cat dive for cover. But, being drunk, he just flailed on his stool, landing backwards into the fire, his left ear catching fire. Don covered his ears as the bobcat's screams pierced through the night. The flaming creature rolled out of the fire, patting down his head, shrieking in pain. As he stopped the flame, the smell of burn fur hit Don and Hal's noses and Hal lifted up his gun again and aimed it towards the bobcat as he laid there. Don just looked over at the horse, stunned. "Don't shoot!" The bobcat sobbed. "I ain't got no bullets; I'm too poor. I'm just a sad, fat old man." "Then get!" Hal said, not lowering the rifle. The bobcat clutched his bloody ear and stood up, stumbling to the clothesline where he grabbed a pair of long underwear and held it to his head and scampered off. "And don't you think about coming back here! You got it!?" Hal yelled as the cat disappeared into the darkness. Hal finally breathed and lowered the rifle, placing it on the ground with disgust and looked at Don. "Holy shit," was all the shaking coyote had to say. "Think he'll be back?" "No, but I hope he sees a doctor." "Well, he did it to himself, really." Don looked over at the horse as they stood next to the fire. "Are..." Don said, squinting. "Are you hard?" Hal looked down at the sizable lump in his pants. "Oh," he said, laughing. "No. I just never untied the ribbon so everything is all pushed forward." "You didn't untie it?" Don said walking over to get a better look. "Doesn't it hurt?" He peeked inside the horse's jeans and saw the bow. "Nope. Feels kinda good, actually." "Well, no wonder the guy ran away, it looks like you have a cannon in your pants. ...Not that you don't, but jeese!" Don said, rubbing the bulge, only making it larger. "Yeah..." Hal chuckled. "Now help me put out this fire." They both kicked the loose dirt around the fire into the flames until it was just a smoking pile. "I don't think it is the rainy season," Don said, walking towards the creek, not hearing any water. "So, why do you think he was here?" "Probably just to mark his claim. You heard him; he thought we were squatters too. And the letter said that Peter thought there would be a lot of them now that he's gone. I'm sure there will be more." "Great. Maybe you should learn how to shoot that thing so you don't accidentally kill him next time." "Might be a good idea," he said, laughing tensely. "We'll practice tomorrow." Don yawned. As Hal picked the rifle up again and turned on the flashlight. "Crap," Hal said looking around. "Which way is the house?" Don looked around at the even darkness around them. "I don't know." Hal flashed the light around them. "Well, this is the bush we hid behind, so it should be just a straight shot that way," he said, pointing off in a vague direction. "I hope you're right," Don said as they walked off into the brush again. He looked back at the camp. "Are we just going to leave this stuff here?" "Might as well. Maybe the next squatter will think that someone else has already moved in." "Good point." They stumbled back through the desert with the flashlight guiding their way. Eventually, the ground turned into the clearing, and they made it back to the house. Hal walked to the door, looked inside to make sure no one had moved in while they were gone and locked it. They walked up to the roof and climbed into bed. Hal put the rifle on the floor next to them and took off his hat. He pulled the sleeping bag over and Don cuddled up along side of him. "It's been a long night," Don said, yawning again. "You can say that again. My heart is still racing." "I can feel. You're also really warm." "Well, we normally don't sleep in our clothes." "That is true," Don said, turning around to face the radiating horse. "Let me fix that." Don's hand slipped down between them and slowly unzipped the horse's fly and popping his button. He felt the warm flesh of the cock as he untied the ribbon and pulled down the front of his pants, letting his package flop out. Hal returned the favor for the coyote as they both slipped out of their clothes and giggled. Hal rolled Don onto him, sending the sleeping bag off the side and exposing their bodies to the cold air. The coyote kissed the horse as he pulled his legs up along his sides. "You're going to wear me out, you big, brave horse stud," Don said in a campy, overdone tone as he pressed his hardening member into the horse's stomach. "You're the one rubbing into me," Hal said, laughing as he placed his hands on the coyote's waist. "I can't help it, seeing you tell off that guy without even flinching just..." Don leaned down and kissed the horse's neck. "Puts me in the mood. I mean," he moved down to the horse's pecks, "he had a pistol aimed at you and you didn't even blink." "Well," Hal chuckled as the coyote's whiskers tickled him, "the alcohol helped a bit with my nerves." Don paused and sat up, looking down at the horse in the dark. "Alcohol?" "...Shit," Hal said looking up at the silhouette of the coyote, feeling his burning glare. "When did you drink?" "Don't get mad." "When did you drink!?" Don asked louder. "Umm... right before you came up," Hal said, looking away in shame. "But it wasn't very much. He felt the coyote get up from the bed, leaving the warm spot on his stomach to the freezing night air. "Do it again sober, huh?" Don said, walking to the other side of the roof. "Good to know you have a liberal definition of 'sober.'" "Don," Hal said, sitting up. "It was just to get the jitters out. I didn't get drunk." "You played with me again, and you didn't even have the decency to commit to your promise. You're all talk, Hal." Don walked over to the bed, picked up the unused, rolled up sleeping bag next to it, and walked over to the stairs. "Fuck you." Don sighed as he heard the coyote climb down the creaking steps. He laid down on the bed and put his hands on his face. "Idiot," he said to himself. He jumped as he heard the screen door slam shut and Don yell "Damn it!" He pulled the sleeping bag over him again and curled up, looking at the night sky. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and he looked over. Don was standing there, and Hal's spirit rose. "Give me the damn keys," the irate coyote said harshly. "Not before we talk," Hal said, sitting up. "Hal, I am tired and angry and I just want to sleep. Give me the keys." "Well, I'm sorry and tired too, and I want to talk." Don grunted and walked over. "So, you're a lying ass and I hate you. There, we talked, can I have the keys?" He held out his paw. Hal grabbed the paw and gently pulled Don down next to him. "Look, I was sitting up here in absolutely nothing, the sun was still out, and there were three bottles of booze sitting right in front of me. I wanted to impress you, and I was nervous. I knew you wouldn't like it if I drank, especially since I said I wouldn't. But as I sat up here waiting for you, my weaknesses got the best of me and I took a few sips. I'm really sorry; I didn't mean to harm you." Don sat there in the dark. "You were nervous about impressing me?" "Well... yeah. I didn't want to let you down; it was our first date." "That's sweet, but you still lied to me." "I know," Hal said, holding Don's paw with both hands. "And I'm really sorry. We can lock up the cellar, I won't drink anymore." Don sat and thought before saying "Would you have done everything the same if you hadn't drunk? "Yes. It was just to get me to stop shaking." Don squeezed Hal's hand. "I'm still mad at you, but I forgive you." Hal smiled and caught the coyote off guard with a tight hug. "I'll lock up the cellar tomorrow morning," Hal said, letting the squirming coyote free. "Nah," Don said, pushing the horse back down on the bed. "I may use it to my advantage later." Don crawled under the sleeping bag. "You know, in case I want to try the kinky stuff." He nestled against the muscular, warm horse. He reached down and placed Hal's cock between his thighs. "I think I remember seeing some chains near the generator." Hal just chuckled nervously, once again not knowing if Don was serious or not. "Night Hal!" Don said, smiling to himself. "Night Don," Hal said, resting his nose against the back of the coyote's neck. The horse lay awake, feeling the warm, fuzzy thighs around his cock but trying to stay soft to not wake the sleeping coyote. Eventually he dozed off in the cool desert night. The next morning Hal woke up and rolled over, gathering the sleeping bag up as a pillow before remembering that he was sharing with someone else. "Oh, sorry," Hal said, pulling the bag back and looking over, but he was alone. He sat up and looked around, seeing no signs of Don. He reached down for his pants, only to realize they were missing too. He stood up with the sleeping bag wrapped around him and made sure they weren't under the bed or behind the table. He noticed smoke coming from the stove pipe, and mumbled to himself as he walked down the steps. Through the screen door he could see Don cooking what looked like pancakes over the stove and he reached for the handle. With a rattle, the door stayed put. He looked through the screen on the side and saw that the little hook latch had been locked. He knocked and looked back at the coyote. "Umm, Don, could you let me in?" Hal said, shifting the sleeping bag around him. "Not at the moment, I'm making breakfast!" he said without looking over. "Got to make a lot, we have a busy day today. Don't know when I'll finish." He placed the pancakes on a plate next to him and lifted up a rather large bowl almost filled to the brim with batter and poured some more circles on the skillet. Hal huffed as he turned around. "Could you at least give me my clothes?" "Sorry, have to make sure these don't burn!" The horse rolled his eyes and sat down on the rickety old chair on the porch. "Hal dear," Don yelled through the door. "Could you not use the sleeping bag to sit on down here, I don't want it getting dirty. Thank you!" "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Yep, you're such a sweetie! Now take it back upstairs for me, would you?" "Yes, mom," Hal said, grumbling as he stood up and walked back past the showers. He looked over and noticed that there was a perfect view of the coyote in the window from the stall, and smiled as he quickly ran upstairs. Don's eye was caught as the horse walked past the window and tapped. "I'm going to take a shower, ok?" Hal yelled through the glass giving a thumbs up. Don just nodded as he looked back down at the skillet. Hal walked over to the stall in his birthday suit and bent down, stretching his legs out, letting his package dangle freely. He peeked over at the window and saw Don with a smirk looking down at his cooking. After a few more stretches making his cock slap against his thighs with the movement, he stood back up and turned around, leaning backwards and landing on his hands, arching his back up, and putting his hips far into the air. Not getting enough of a reaction from the coyote as he wanted, he got back up on his feet, went into the shack, and dug around a bit. He returned with a bar of old fur soap and got into the stall. He tugged on the water release and stood under just long enough to get wet before turning it back off. He rubbed the soap against his dripping chest slowly, looking at the coyote who kept discretely stealing peeks. As the soap began to lather, he moved up to his shoulders and along his arms, letting the foam cover his sleek muscles. The coyote tried to hide a smile as the horse attempted to soap up his back rather unsuccessfully. After Hal gave up on that, he hiked up a leg against the fence and ran the bar of soap down the toned limb, rubbing the suds in well before repeating it again with the other leg. He watched as the coyote poured too much batter into the skillet from not paying attention and the horse chuckled to himself. He turned around and stood up on the cross beams of the fence so that his ass was perfectly on display. He lathered up his cheeks, giving extra attention to his crack and hole before jumping back down and turning around. The coyote had disappeared, and Hal shifted to see where he had gone, but stopped as he appeared again with a knife of butter and plopped it in the pan, pretending he didn't see the horse. Hal grabbed the bar of soap and slid it down his chest again, only continuing all the way down to his groin. He soaped up his crotch just out of view for the coyote because of the fence, running his hand down his slippery cock, getting it hard. He gave an over exaggerated look down and put on a pleasured face as he slowly jerked his cock. He soaped up his large balls and peeked up at the coyote, who quickly looked back down and suddenly got shorter as he got off his tip-toes. Hal took a few steps back and started to move his hips, making his cock start to spin. He placed his hands on the back of his head as he moved his hips even more, sending his long cock rotating around, sending soap suds flying everywhere as his heavy package whipped around. Don turned his back to the window and Hal stopped and put the soap down. He reached up and pulled the release, sending the cold water down his body. His nipples got hard as the suds ran down to the ground. He slowly rubbed his hands down his chest to his crotch again and lifted up his hard cock. He pulled up along its length and held the tip in front of him. He arched his back a little and licked the tip, watching the coyote, who had turned facing him again, with a visible lump in his pants. Don snuck peeks frequently, but tried to cover it up by flipping an underdone pancake, sending molten batter all over. Hal chuckled as his tongue rotated around the head of his cock before he plunged it into his mouth. He began sucking as one hand fondled his heavy balls and the other ran up and down his length. His wet, shiny body glistened in the sun as he arched his back more and took in another two inches. His hand squeezed his cock as he moaned loudly, hoping Don would hear. He stepped back away from the falling water and leaned against the side of the fence, grabbing it for support as he pulled the cock from his mouth A thick rope of white cum erupted from his tip, shooting into the air and landing on his chest. The horse moaned, leaning back more as another long rope shot from him, landing across his face. Load after load spewed from his cock, covering his dark chest as he panted. Finally, he brought a fist up along his cock, squeezing the last bit of cum out, spilling it down his shaft as he licked up what he could. He brought his cum covered hand to his mouth and licked it clean, eyeing the coyote who gave up being discrete and was now fulln staring. Hal saw smoke billow next to the coyote as he looked down and jumped, bringing a flaming skillet to the other side of the kitchen and dropping its condense in the sink, turning on the water. As he did, the shower slowly began to die and the last few drops fell as the cum covered horse leaned forward. Don looked up as he noticed his water supply run out too and began to chuckle as the horse looked down at the mess on his chest. Hal just glared at the laughing coyote behind the glass as he hit the water spout, making it creak. He cringed as he heard another rusty creak come from the window as Don cracked the ill-used opening. "Breakfast is ready, clean up and come in." He tossed a towel at the horse who caught it, thanking the coyote as Don fanned out some smoke before closing the window again. Hal looked down at the small hand towel. "Yeah, thanks a lot." He wiped himself down as best he could before handing the soaking wet towel covered in cum on the side of the fence. "That's never going to be as soft again," he said leaving and walking over to the door, cupping his crotch. He reached for the handle, hearing the rattle, telling him it was still locked. "Oh, come on!" he said as Don walked up. "What's the password?" Don said, smiling. "Just let me in." Don made a negative buzzer sound. "Uhh... Don is the best?" Hal said. "Close, but not close enough." "Don is the best in bed?" Hal said with a big grin on his face. "True, but..." Don repeated the buzzer noise. "Oh, come on..." Hal though for a few seconds before uncovering his crotch and pressing his cock against the screen door. "How about that?" Don flicked the hook off the door and Hal quickly grabbed the handle and charged the coyote, wrapping his arms around him, lifting him up and spinning the coyote around a few times. "You have fun, having fun?" Hal said, squeezing the coyote as he giggled. "Yep. Almost burnt down the place." "I saw that," Hal said, putting the coyote back on the ground. "You really should be more careful." "And you should waste less water!" "Touché," Hal said, walking over to his chair which had a full sized towel sitting neatly folded on top of it. He grabbed it and dried off properly. "So, is this going to happen every time we fight?" "We seemed to both benefit from it," Don said, bringing a large plate of pancakes to the table with a bottle of syrup. "I guess we can't argue with that. How long were you planning it all out?" Hal asked as he ruffled the towel through his mane, making his package wobble, which was a view not lost to the attentive coyote. "Well, I woke up just as the sun rose thanks to a certain hard thing poking between my legs. Did you know you hump in your sleep?" Hal pulled the towel off his head and smiled. "Well, anyways" Don continued, "I woke up and there was just enough sun in my eyes to not be able to get back to sleep, so I carefully, slowly, as gently as I could, pulled your cock from between my legs and ... maybe... went down on you. I can't really remember." The coyote smirked at the horse rested the towel on the back of the chair and sat down. "But, since you didn't wake up, I had to find the keys on my own, which were in your pants. So, naturally, I just took them, and my clothes, and the blankets and everything else down and started making breakfast. Then, the thought of you being locked outside seemed like a good little revenge, so I put the hook in place and waited. "Aren't you a little schemer? And no wonder I felt so good waking up this morning," Hal laughed. "Anyways, eat up! We're walking the fence today to see if we need to make any fixes. As well as doing a quick check around the complex to see if we need to buy any supplies in town." "... The whole fence?" "Yep. We're in charge of the ranch, remember? We can't just lie around, having sex all day and watch the place fall apart." "I don't see the problem in that," Hal said chuckling. Don just tossed a hot pancake into his uncovered lap, making him jump and gasp. He grabbed the warm, flat cake and held it up to Don threateningly before taking a bite. Don just laughed as he pulled a few pancakes onto his plate and poured syrup over them. When the two had finished most of the breakfast, Hal put on a pair of pants and his hat and they walked outside. Don looked around. "Where should we start?" the coyote said, looking over at the horse. "I say we drive to the gate and start there. At least we'd know where we should stop." "Good plan." They both got into the car and drove down the dusty road to the saguaro patch. Hal parked the car in the dirt road and they got out. The tall cactuses dwarfed the two. Don looked at the beams of the ranch sign, which had become part of the plants. "I wonder how long these have been here," Don said, carefully poking the green skin between the spikes. "I think I remember my dad saying they can live well past 100 years," Hal said looking up at the tallest one. Then he looked down at where the barbed wire fence used to be. A tangled mess of rusted wire and crooked wooden poles remained squeezed amongst the thorny cactuses. "We don't have to worry about that part of the fence, right?" Don looked at the mess too. "Uh... I won't tell anyone about it if you don't." "Deal." Don looked down at his feet and kicked the ground. He bent over and picked up a corroded piece of metal. Hal walked over. "What's that?" the horse said, trying to get a better look. "I think it used to be part of a gun," Don said, holding it like a pistol. The barrel was missing, and the wooden handle had disintegrated, but the rest was all there in its rusted glory. "Cool. Can we keep it?" Don handed it over to the horse who looked it over. "Maybe it was from a shoot out or something." He walked over to the car and put it in the cup holder. He looked down at his hands which we covered in dark orange rust. He brushed it off on his pants and walked over to Don who had already started looking at the fence. "Got your water?" Don said as he poked at one of the wires. Hal patted the two bottles he had sticking out of his back pockets and they started walking. The sun beat down on their shoulders as their feet crunched through the desert. They walked past thorny bushes that caught on their pants, and tall saguaros that threatened to fall over. In a few places the fence post has been replaced by a cactus with the rusting wires wrapped around its base; the cactus slowly growing around it. "Do you even know how to fix a fence if we find something broken?" Hal asked. "Because I sure don't." "Well, no, but you see here?" Don said, walking over to a part of the fence where the wire was two different colors. "The two wires are attached here, so I figure they just do that." Hal just nodded as Don got up and kept walking. They got to the point where they couldn't see the car anymore and Hal stopped and looked up. "Damn it's hot out here," he said, tipping his hat up and wiping away the sweat with his forearm. "I'd tell you to take off more, but we're next to the highway, and we're surrounded by thorny plants and barbed wire, not something you want to get caught on." Hal subtlety covered his crotch with the thought in his mind as Don peeled off his shirt and tied it into a head covering then took a sip of water. They kept moving. "The fence looks pretty good so far," Don said as they reached the corner, which had a large mesquite tree growing over it. "Yeah, Peter took good care of it, I guess," Hal said, leaning against a post. He looked down the straight endless line of posts ahead of them. "Do we really have to do this?" "Yes, but just once. Then we can forget we even have a fence." Hal sighed as he leaned back up from the wood and wire barrier and continued to walk. "So," Don said as his eyes streamed along the wire as he passed. "What do you think your parents would say if they found out what we've been doing up here?" "Well..." Hal said, having to think about it. "I don't know if Dad would be very happy about it all, but my mom would probably think it's cute." "That we're fucking?" Don said, looking up at the horse. "No, that we're a couple." "Oh," Don said, smiling. "So, we're a couple now?" He playfully bumped into the horse. "Well," Hal chuckled, "I figured, yeah." Don slipped his paw into Hal's hand and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and giggled. Hal blushed. "What do you think you're mom would say?" Hal said, looking back at the wire. "Bahh, my mom loves gay guys," Don said laughing, "like my dad. Besides, she already pretty much kicked me out of the house without saying goodbye, what else could she do? If anything, knowing would probably make her like me more." "Whatever happened to your dad?" Hal asked. "If it's not too personal." "Well," Don started, "from what my mom has told me, they met in a theater program in college, and feel deeply in love. They got married, and eventually he came out as gay. My mom was crushed, they filed for divorce, and he left. She didn't have the heart to tell him she was pregnant with me." "So, he doesn't even know about you?" "Actually, he does. My mom invited him and his new boyfriend over for dinner when I was five. He did the math and started to freak out and left before she could even serve the food. I remember it, but I didn't understand." "That's harsh, I'm sorry," Hal said, rubbing Don's paw. "It's ok. I've gotten over it. Mom tried to have a few more boyfriends through the years, but they were either freaked out by the fact that she had a kid or were just as flaming as my dad." "I see what you mean about her loving gay guys." "Yeah, it made for an interesting childhood. I learned to walk in heels by age eight." "How come I never knew any of this before?" "I've just learned to hide it, but you've seen how that ends up." Hal looked down at his feet as they crunched along the ground. The silence of the desert become very apparent as they walked along the fence. "My dad asked me if I was gay once," Hal said apprehensively. "It was after that boy scout camp trip, actually. I didn't really know what being gay meant... so I just denied it. He didn't believe me and told me to get a girlfriend." "Is that why you hooked up with Julie for the rest of that summer?" "Yeah, she was the only one I could find on such short notice. I didn't really like her at all, and she didn't like me." "Why did you stay with her then?" "Because when I told my dad I was going to break up with her, he..." Hal looked away. They stopped walking. "What did he do?" Don said, holding Hal's other hand. "He hit me," Hal looked at Don with a tear rolling down his cheek. "He called me a fag and said I was going to hell. He said he heard the neighbors talking about me, and that I needed to act straighter." Don wrapped his arms around the horse, patting him on the back. "I'm so sorry that happened to you." "When Julie said she wanted to leave me, I begged her to stay with me, but I could only get her to stay until the end of summer. Apparently it had been long enough that the neighbors stopped talking because my dad didn't hit me again when he found out." Hal pushed his face into Don's soft neck and sniffled. "Things were fine until a few years later when he asked me again. I knew better this time and told him I was seeing a girl but we weren't official so I had never told him. That is when I dated Anne." Hal sniffled again and pulled back from the hug a little. "As you know, she was a lesbian trying to hide it from her parents too, so it worked out for a few years until she came out." "I remember that," Don said, wiping a tear off of Hal's cheek. "I told dad that we broke up on mutual terms and he believed me. When he started to ask about it again, it was senior year and I pulled the 'I don't want to do a long distance relationship during college' card, but told him there was a girl I liked. It got me through the rest of the year and through summer, and I was free in college. He hasn't asked me since." Don looked into his eyes. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" "I didn't want to put it on you, and since you're the only guy I've ever been with, I would have felt guilty making you a part of it." "Oh, Hal..." Don said, embracing the horse again. "You can tell me anything; I'm your best friend." The two stood there quietly feeling the other in their arms. Hal kissed Don and he looked up at the buzzards circling above them. "We should start moving," Hal said, reluctantly breaking the hug and drying his eyes. Don nodded in agreement and they separated and continued walking down the endless fence as they held hands. The disappointed buzzards flew their separate ways in the cloudless desert sky. That's all we have this week, kids! Tune in next time to see more action from your favorite wonder duo!	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Katia's Pokethulhu Adventure Chapter 2: Problems With Dark Magicks Katia sat in a corner of the large arena, leaning back against Mewl's scaly tummy. The massive dragon-cat taking a brief nap before the next match of the Pokethulhu Team Tournament. Thankfully she had managed to find a partner who wasn't creepy, and who's Pokethulhu wasn't some sort of smell, slimy beastie that offended her sensibilities. Quite frankly Brian's Pokethulhu wasn't very menacing, or strange looking. As a matter of fact it was almost obnoxiously cute with its bright orange scales, white belly, big blue eyes, and oversized feet claws. Brian was running his Emberaptor through a series of drills that were supposed to help reflexes and claw-eye coordination. So far Mewl had done almost all the work in the battles, not that Katia minded. Mewl was by far the most powerful Pokethulhu that Katia had seen so far. Though she supposed that some trainers might be saving extra 'thulhu for later on. "Ok Embie!" Brian called, Katia just rolled her eyes. He called his Emberaptor 'Embie,' though she totally ignored that fact that she had named her Mewlestrix 'Mewl.' "Pyroburst!" the trainer called. On command the tiny dinosaur let loose with an impressive burst of flame. Impressive that is until Mewl opens an eye on one of hir secondary heads and exhales a much more massive cloud of flame from its nostrils. Embie just whimpers and hides behind Brian. Katia elbows her 'thulhu gently. "Be nice, Mewl. Not everybody is as big and strong as you are ya know!" she said with a scowl. Mewl purr-chuckled and yawned, quite a sight to see with all seven heads doing it at once. "The second round is about to begin! All trainers report to their assigned areas!" shouted one of the tournament overseers. Katia and Brian didn't have far to go, they were already there. Their opponents, like most teams in the tournament, were identical twins. With their oversized glasses, pigtails, and schoolgirl outfits, Katia was immediately wary. It was always the cute ones that brought out the most fearful Pokethulhu. A referee, whispering dark secrets beneath his black and white stripped cowl tottered over to them, trying to be as spooky and mysterious as possible while three sheets to the wind. He slurred something that sounded like the standard readiness check. Rather than ask him to repeat himself everybody just nodded. There was a sudden ruckus across the arena, not related to combat. Katia could see several tournament officials running over to take care of something. Katia and Mewl walked toward the drawn runic circle on the floor, the dragon-cat stretching hir many arms. Embie just hid behind Brian some more. The referee nodded to the twin girls, well Katia assumed it was supposed to be a nod. Though she supposed he could just be swaying in the wind. The twins pulled out their Pokehedrons, or tried to anyway. As one they let out a startled shriek, finding their prized Pokethulhu missing. It seemed to be happening all over the arena, trainers suddenly missing their Pokehedrons, and the Pokethulhu inside of them. A tournament official, recognizable by the relative cleanness of his robes and the fact that he was speaking in intelligible tones ran up to the ring where. "The tournament is on hold until we figure out who's stolen all the Pokethulhu! This makes thirteen trainers that have been ripped off." he said with an apologetic look to the twins. "Right now we need everybody to head to the concession area so we can inspect pockets, backpacks, and lockers. The doors are being locked as we speak, so there will be NO ESCAPE!" he hissed, then proceeded to laugh in a most sinister and melodramatic fashion. Katia just looked at Brian and shrugged, Pokethulhu tournament officials were always demented in one way or another. Seeing as how the crowds of humans and other Pokethulhu where frightening his Emberaptor, Brian put Ember back in his Pokehedron. "Drat, and I was really looking forward to getting Embie some real combat experience!" Brian said, rather disappointed. Katia couldn't help but smile, she could remember when she had first set out on her Pokethulhu trainer career, with a tiny dragon-cat sitting on her shoulder. Brian reminded her a lot of herself when she had started, shy, geeky, and a little awkward. She had become much more outgoing in the months that followed. She watched Brian nibble his bottom lip, peering down at the ground. He was thinking of something. "Uhh... Katia? Since it'll be a while, would you like to have lunch with me?" he said, turning a little bit red. The girl trainer smiled, he had a crush on her! She smiled. "Sure! Just as long as they have something beside Pikathulhu Popsicles or Mobeot Meatballs." Katia said with a chuckle. "Nah, that's just overpriced stuff in weird shapes." Brian said with a half smile of his own. About an hour later, the tournament still hadn't resumed, Katia and Brian sat on the edge of the foot court. Katia had put Mewl in hir Pokehedron for a nap, as she had problems fitting in most human-sized places. Katia was humming softly and staring at the mildew patterns on the ceilings, while Katia flipped through her Pokenomicon, studying up on the creatures she'd encountered so far. Suddenly Brian felt something tugging on his pocket. He turned to see a black cloaked figure behind him running off, Embie's dodecahedron held in one sleeve covered hand. "Hey! Stop!" Brian yelled, jumping to his feet and immediately taking off after the thief. The cloaked figure darted around a number of corners, just about jumping down a flight of stairs. But Brian remained close behind, he was even gaining a bit. The thief slipped underneath a bit of loose chain link mesh that bordered off the condemned portions of the ancient arena. Paying no heed, the angry trainer followed on the thief's heels. The thief darted down a long hallway, turning at a rubble strewn crossway, and into an old, musty smelling room. Brian slammed the door behind him, looking around. It was an old laboratory/library. The thief grinned at him from the other side of a table on the far side of the room. "Hehehehehe." the thief laughed maniacally, throwing back her hood to reveal long white hair. "I don't see what's so funny! Give Embie back!" Brian growled, cracking his knuckles. Though he wasn't much of an athlete, he did have a bit of a size advantage on the thief. "'Course not! But I have my sacrifice!" the deranged girl giggled. Brian just shook his head and stepped forward. Right into a trap. A steel barred cage dropped from the ceiling, trapping him completely. The thief just smiled. "There! Now I can complete my spell to grant me power over every Pokethulhu in existence! Teach them to strip me of my beloved minions for not obeying their rules! The new queen of this world has no need for rules of mere mortals!" "You're a freakin' nut!" Brian says with a scowl. "SILENCE!" the mad ex-trainer howls. "You will be silent as I cast the spell that will signal your doom, using the life forces of the twelve Pokethulhu that I have taken to power this spell!" Brian looked down at the floor and saw complex designs and strange runes carved into the floor. Near the walls were twelve dodecahedrons, the stolen Pokethulhu from the tournament! "Gra'shun mor'a'th th'sh'kar gor'ra 'ver'shey on'at!" the crazy girl chanted. "Ni'sha vor'shun gr'akth'r v'ra de'nat!" The design on the floor began to glow a bright red, the air taking on the scent of a swamp. Stagnant water and rotting plant life. "Yes! Grant me your power! V'rok th'nat! Th'nat bra'tok! Bra'tok du'kat!" the cultist continued to chant, the temperature in the room began to drop, quickly becoming very chilly. A glowing ball of light appeared in the center of the room, the insane trainer hopping her desk and approaching it. "Yes! Ra'lan'tak! Tak'ra'kesh! Give me the power I deserve!" she continued to chant, the room growing colder and colder, and the light growing brighter and brighter. "Shan'ra'kesh! Shan'ra'kesh! I demand to be filled with this power! I summon this power forth, summon it into me!" she demanded, her voice tainted with insanity. The cultist knelt in front of the ball. "I demand this power come into me! Ja'an kai'shek! J'an ka'i'jun! Become a part of me! Grant me your... ULK!" The cultist gasped, the light slamming into her chest. The red glow from the runes brightened for a moment, then faded entirely. The smell of the swamp and the altered temperature fading. Tears trickling from the girl's eyes. "No... not like this... no!" she whispered, beginning to shiver. Brian's jaw dropped in horror as the thief's flesh seemed to writhe beneath her robe. A pained moan escaped her lips, her fingers clawing at the rob, trying to pull it off. The girl's eyes widened in horror as her hands began to change, the ring and little fingers fusing, all her digits developing massive, wickedly sharp claws. She doubled over, pain wracking through her. Bright red spines ripped through the back of her robe, along her spine. "Help me... pleassssh." she hissed pleadingly to Brian, a large forked tongue, covered in slime snaking out of her mouth. She looked at him with begging, pure black eyes that were beginning to bulge from her head. She cried out in pain, once again trying to rip the robe from her body. Weakened by the spines on her back, and the help of her new claws the garment tore from her body, revealing her mostly-naked body underneath. The cultist stared down in horror at her writhing flesh, which was beginning to turn a molted gray and black and had begun to secrete a disgusting slime. She tipped forward onto all fours, a massive shark-like tail erupting from her backside. With a sickening series of pops and wet ripping sounds, her face pressed forward into a feral muzzle, filled with sharp teeth. Six long, fleshy, suckered tentacles ripped from her back. Her pained moans began to take on a tone that made Brian blush from head to toe. The thief was beginning to enjoy her change. Her shoes were ripped apart by transforming feet, becoming wide, webbed, clawed feet. "Yesss... strength... power..." she hissed, dripping slime onto the floor from her tongue, flicking out to taste the air. She rocked back onto her knees, her webbed handpaws caressing her breasts. "Ssso beautiful... powerful..." the transforming creature whispered, her twin orbs swelling under her touch. "Yessssss..." she hisses, her large tongue slipping out to trace over her much larger tits. "Oh yessss... I feel sssso alive... ssssso full of life... of power... of... AAAAH!" she howled, throwing her head back in pleasure. The caged trainer was torn between disgust, fascination, and lust at a naked girl in front of him. Something seemed to be wriggling in her panties, the last stitch of clothing she was wearing, and it was growing bigger, tenting the fabric and pushing forward. The monster slid a paw into her panties, stroking whatever it was down there. "Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" she howled. She bucked her hips and arched her back, yowling in pleasure. A thick, white slime began to drip from the front of her panties. More and more of the goo oozed from her as the thing continued to swell. The thief tore off hir panties, letting hir big black cock out of its confinement. "Yessss... ssssuch power." shi hissed, dripping more slime as shi spoke, both from hir tongue and hir goo covered body. Brian realized shi looked just like a common type of Pokethulhu combined with a human. A relatively weak thing that if you put up with long enough became a powerful mix of squid, Slug, and shark. Though in the smaller form all it did basically was stink and ooze slime. "A Slugfish." Brian muttered under his breath. The words caught the attention of the abomination. "If you like." the former cultist said, rising to hir feet and picking up Embie's dodecahedron from the table behind her. She brought it to her lips, and inhaled deeply. Brian cried out as the soft yellow glow inside began to dim, indicating the draining of his Emberaptor's life force! "NO! YOU LEAVE EMBIE ALONE!" he growled, through himself at the bars, trying to reach through them to seize his beloved Pokethulhu from this hybrid cannibal. The beast just chuckled. "Soon you and your beloved pet will be closer than you could ever imagine." the creature said before gasping. "Oh yes, such a strong life essence, hungry for physical form once again." shi purred before dropping to a crouch. Setting Embie's 'hedron down shi began to stroke hirself, both male and female sexes. With a pleasured moan a baseball sized sphere of slime slipped into hir hand, glowing softly with blue light. It was like a Pokehedron, with an untamed Pokethulhu inside. "Let Embie go!" Brian growled. "Give her to me!" The Slugfish smiled knowingly, and threw the egg right at Brian's face. "As you wish." shi giggled. The trainer managed to get his hands up, catching the egg in the air. The egg squished at his touch, the slime flowing over his body, the blue glow spreading rapidly. Brian felt warm, then hot, then he felt like every part of his being was burning, on fire. But strangely it didn't hurt. It felt... right as the heat deeper and deeper into his body. He smelled smoke and opening his eyes. His clothes were on fire! The trainer stared in fascination at the fires burning over him, but they didn't hurt at all. His vision blurred suddenly, the trainer reaching up to remove his glasses and found that he could see clearly without them. Brian gasped as he saw his hands, his nails extending into claws, the skin turning a bright orange in color. He felt something strange inside, a playfulness settling over him, feelings of loyalty and obedience. The Slugfish reached out with a tentacle, stroking Brian's cheek. "How do you feel, my little Emberaptor?" shi cooed. Brian leaned into the caress of the slimy appendage, not wanting to, but being unable to help it. He felt a sense of love toward the creature, as it held the anchoring point of his spirit, the golden twelve sided gem. The creature would train him, take care of him, feed him. "I feel nice, Master." he said in a strange, more high pitched voice. His eyes widened at the sound of his words. "Master, what's happening to me?" he asked, his body feeling increasingly strange, the ashes of his clothing slowly drifting to the floor. He felt his thin frame filling out, his body taking on a different shape. "Sweet little Embie, you're becoming much more than you ever would have been as either of your halves. I've bound your spirit to that of your human captor. The two of you will now be one. A fusion of Pokethulhu instinct and power, and human knowledge." the monster coos, placing hir talons on the cage, the bars vanishing under hir touch. Brian was horrified, he'd been combined with Embie! But he felt strangely happy, his transforming body felt incredible. He looked back to see a familiar tail growing from the base of his spine, experimentally twitching the tip. IT responded just as he had been born with it, which he... kind of had been, hadn't he? Soft pops from his feet drew his attention there. He smiled as large sickle claws ripped through the charred remains of his socks and sneakers. Brian reached down, freeing his paws from the useless remnants. The changing human felt something hot, hard, and wet against his belly. Looking down he saw his fully erect cock transforming before his eyes. It began to grow and swell, becoming larger. He watched in awe as the familiar egg shaped head warped into a pointed spade-like shape. Murring happily he wrapped a paw around his slick maleness as it began to change to a pinkish orange in color. His balls began to tingle, pulling into his body as it became more reptilian, the white base swelling and altering to create a sheath for his altered maleness. Brian ran his paws up his white scaled belly, moving up to his face, which still felt human. The Thulhumorph sighed happily as he felt his jaws pushing forward, his flat human teeth becoming fearsome fangs. His master slid hir paws around him, pulling him up against hir slimy body. The slick, smooth skin felt heavenly against his scales. Master's muzzle parted, hir big forked tongue sliding out, licking his face, covering his skin in deliciously smooth slime. His cock rubbed against hirs sending an electric thrill through both of their bodies. "You want me, don't you pet? You want to pleasure your master?" the Slugfish purred. "Yes Master, oh yes! Embie wishes to please!" Brian whispered, not noticing how he referred to himself. The Emberaptor lower himself to his knees, opening his muzzle wide, taking Master's cock into his muzzle, sucking the sweet slime from Master's dick. The monster purred happily, placing hir paws on hir pet's head, stroking his mane. "Good girl, Embie." shi said with a chuckle. Brian beamed at the complement, closing his eyes and letting his instinct to obey take over, bobbing his head as he pleasured his master. The Slugfish's slime continued to ooze over him, feeling wonderfully cool against his naturally hot body. He felt Master guide him slowly down as shi lay back, hir tail slipping between his legs, giving the horny Thulhumorph something slick to thrust his aching cock against. He loved this, loved pleasuring his Master like this. The Slugfish's pants, moans, and gasps were all the reward he needed. His muzzle was suddenly filled with thick, slimy precum, which he eagerly drank down. "Oh good girl..." Master cooed. "Harder! Suck harder pet!" Brian was eager to comply, his head darting forward and back at a rapid rate, his forked tongue working over the smooth black organ at a frantic pace. His paws cupped Master's bottom, pulling hir deeper into his mouth. Fighting his gag reflex, he took as much of the organ into him as possible. Master threw hir head back, howling as shi filled hir pet's muzzle with hir seed. The Emberaptor gagged with the sudden influx of liquid, Master's cock slipping from his mouth, a second jet covering his chest and muzzle with his master's juices. Reacting quickly, Brian took the shaft in both paws, stroking his master as shi climaxed, delighting in the feel of so much sticky, slimy, semen covering him. The Slugfish reached up, patting his cum soaked hair. "Good girl, Embie." shi purred. Brian just smiled. "Go clean yourself up and have a nap while I create more followers, my sweet little Emberaptor." the Slugfish murred, picking up Embie's Pokehedron from the floor. "Embie! Return!" shi called. Brian felt his body fading, his spirit drawn into the amber colored gem. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be returned to his home. He opened his eyes to find himself inside a volcanic swamp. The air way deliciously warm. His home was about 20 feet across, and resembled his room at home in layout. His bed was in a corner, flanked by windows that looked out onto a burning lava field. Though the bed was a bit different. It was a soft bed of aquatic moss floating over a hot spring. Deep enough to sink in comfortably, but not deep enough to get him wet. There was a closet with a stone door in the corner, as well as a toy chest and dresser made in the same style. A slow flow of magma dripped down the opposite wall, making a pool for lounging in. A pillar with hot bubbling water served as a sink, and a smaller round one with a hole in the middle leading down to a magma filled pit to serve as a toilet. On the other side of the room was a bookcase with a few metal covered books on it, a desk and a mirror behind it. The Emberaptor smiled and looked over himself in it. Master's seed hadn't come with him, his scales glimmered beautifully in the mirror, his cock still standing proudly, and in need of attention. He found his reflection fascinating, his scaled form so incredibly sexy. He looked a bit older and more evolved than Embie had, the scaled smoothness of Embie's head had been altered with ear fins, horns, and his own hair, still in the same style he'd gelled it into this morning. The sight of such a gorgeous male made him want to drop to all fours and present himself four mounting. That thought caused him to blink a few times, as it wasn't right. Suddenly everything clicked into place. What had happened, obeying the Slugfish's orders, being called 'Embie,' and referred to as a female. His eyes ran over the posters on the wall, not the ones that were in his room in the physical world, but ones of strong, muscular Pokethulhus with big bulging cocks. He ran to the closet, throwing open the door. He shivered despite the great heat of his new home. It was all clothing meant for a female. He was stunned. He was a male! But Embie had... been a female? He hadn't known. Embie was his first 'thulhu, and he'd only been training her for a week. He'd just assumed that she'd been... well... a boy. Brian ran a paw down between his legs, not finding a slit. He was a boy, with the desires and instincts of his female Emberaptor. But it didn't... feel wrong. The confused Thulhumorph reached into the closet with a paw, idly looking through the collection of clothes within. He didn't feel comfortable going around in his bare scales outside of his Pokehedron, so he better put something on. He bit his lip, everything was so... feminine. They all looked like outfits for schoolgirls and cheerleaders. He sighed, he didn't really want to dress up like a female, but he didn't have any choice. He flipped though the outfits again, until one caught his eye. It was colored like an oil slick on the sidewalk, a rainbow of wet, metallic colors with black trim all around. It felt silk and smooth to the touch. Wincing, Brian pulled the top off the hanger, slipping into the sports bra. The fabric hugged his body tightly, feeling wonderfully smooth and cool against his chest and back. The skirt was a bit more rigid, but fel soft and smooth, like fine leather. It took a little maneuvering to get it on with his tail being there, but eventually Brian managed. The skirt's material felt so good on his throbbing maleness, which made a rather obvious tent in the front of it. The Emberaptor blushed a bit at the sight, but he was feeling much better now that he had clothes on, even if they were a bit... off from what he was used to. But they did feel good on his body. Brian walked to the dresser, opening his underwear drawer and silently dreading what was within. He was half relieved when the drawer was found to be only half full with panties. There were a number of bracelets, barrettes, and other decoration Brian didn't know what to do with. Rather than just pick and chose, he just let his paws wander over everything, letting Embie's instincts and desires guide him. He grabbed a pair of black silken panties, pulling them on carefully so as not to cut them with his sickle claws. His cock continued to stand at attention, if anything feeling more in need of being toyed with then ever. Brian ignored his hard on, it would go away in a bit. It felt kind of perverse to have his sex dripping, throbbing, and aching with desire at a time like this. He pulled a pair of fingerless gloves over his paws, picking up a few of the bracelets and finding that they were the wrong shape for his wrists. It didn't take him long to slide the black leather bracelets onto his tail, the studs glimmering yellow and orange in the volcanic setting. His paw absentmindedly stroked a few black ribbons in the drawer while he slipped the bracelets on his tail. The Thulhumorph peered at them for a second. "What the hell." he said with a sigh, picking them up and tying one on each horn in a perfect bow, and a third around the tip of his tail. It was then that he noticed a little tray on top of the dresser, containing earrings. He looked at them for a moment, his paw darting to the side of his head. Though he lacked external ears, the transformation has given him several things Embie had not, like his horns, and the earfins. He felt along the edges of the fin. Down near the bottom he felt a tiny bump in the bottom strut. Pulling the earring apart, he put it in its proper place. He did the same for the other side, having selected a matching pair of dragons. With a sigh he turned and closed his eyes, walking to the mirror. He dreaded to see how he looked like this, but he also felt strangely curious, and a little bit turned on at the fact of wearing girl's clothes. Brain opened his eyes and gasped. He started into his own reflect with his muzzle wide open. He looked so incredibly hot like this. Boy, girl, male, female, it didn't really matter anymore. He was mostly a Pokethulhu now, not accountable to anyone but his trainer. A wonderful feeling startled him out of his self admiration. His paw had somehow managed to find its way to the front of his skirt, slowly stroking his still erect cock. The Emberaptor grinned, slipping his paw underneath his skirt and into his panties, giving his maleness the attention it craved. He gaped into the mirror, looking at the form of the sexy she-male scalie that stared back at him. That was who he was now, who they were. Brian and Embie. She decided that she would be Embie from now on, since Brian was a completely male name, and she wasn't completely male. While stroking her shaft felt so good, Embie didn't feel quite fulfilled for some reason, the ache she had originally thought was just her dick seemed to have a little more to it. She reluctantly turned away from her reflection and headed to her toybox. They had to be something in there she would use. As Embie opened the lid, she smiled, rather than human toys, it was filled with exactly what she desired. Looking over the toys contained within, she decided on a translucent blue one, shaped just like her own reptilian member. She placed it in her mouth, coating it in her saliva as she returned to the desk. "Hello sexy." she purred, climbing up onto the desk. Hooking a talon in her panties, she tugged them down a bit to give herself access to her tailhole, but not all the way down. The tight silk against her cock felt wonderful. She knelt in front of the mirror, curling her tail around the dildo, positioning herself just right. "Mmmm... you look so gorgeous." Embie cooed to her reflection, her muzzle rubbing up against the mirror, her tongue lazily licking her own image. She scooted forward just a little bit more, the head of her cock coming into contact with the mirror as she thrusted. She placed a paw against the smooth surface, bracing herself as she pretending to fuck her reflection. Embie brought the dildo up to her tailhole, leaning back to get it inside herself. The Thulhumorph cried out as the blue rubber toy slide into her effortlessly, her hot hole strangely slick. "Mmmm... definitely not all male, defiantly not all female either." shi purred, positioning hir tail just right. The Emberaptor rocked back and forth, the dildo driving into hir as she rocked back, his maleness pressing up against the mirror as shi thrust forward. It felt so good, so right... exploring hir body like this. The Slugfish hadn't known what it was talking about. Pokethulhu strength and human knowledge. Peh. Embie felt better the shi had been being Brian and being Embie. The human desire for pleasure, love, and contentment, coupled with the freedom of the Pokethulhu. The combined being didn't need to worry about the rules and expectations of the human world. Shi was as much a 'thulhu as shi was a human. Shi could enjoy hirself, hir body to the very fullest. The Thulhumorph felt a strong mental tug. The Slugfish asking for her presence. Embie growled a telepathic message for hir 'Master' to go fuck itself. Embie was, and shi was quite enjoying it. Embie's trainer was right here inside hir, Brian's imprint still on the Pokehedron. Embie didn't have to come out if shi didn't want to, and right now all shi wanted to go was pleasure hirself closer and closer to hir oncoming... "GRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHH!" Embie roared, a small gout of flame erupting from hir mouth as a jet of scalding hot lizardseed erupted from hir rod, making a mess in hir panties and pushing through, dribbling slowly down the mirror. Hir cloaca clutched the sex toy tightly, the juices of hir femsex leaking down onto hir tail. Shi murred happily, rubbing against the mirror with most of hir body. "You were wonderful." shi purrs to the mirror. "I know" shi said, answering hirself after a few seconds. Shi slid hir panties off, using them to mop up the last stray drops of cum from hir shaft, before using them to clean off hir tail. She threw both the panties and hir dildo into the spring-sink, allowing them to be cleansed by the hot bubbling water. Feeling a bit better about hirself, shi pulled a pair of bright pink panties from the dresser, giggling at the tiny purple bows before slipping them on. Embie yawned and stretched, delighting in hir combined body. The Thulhumorph dropped onto hir mossy bed, staring at the flicking flames that formed the 'roof' of her home. She felt so good, so perfect. Embie couldn't possibly imagine returning to the way shi was before. Hir male side gawky, clumsy, uncomfortable and shy. Hir female side small, naive, and unknowing of the way things worked. The call to emerge into the real world came again, more demanding. The Slugfish trying to use hir power to siphon Embie's spirit out into the material plane. The Thulhumorph just giggled and raised a middle finger to the ceiling. The human part of hir spirit kept Embie anchored right here until shi desired to come out, which she certainly wasn't going to do for the damned Slugfish. Served hir right for being just a sucky Pokethulhu anyway. Back in the real world 'Master' was being chased around the interior of the arena, completely failing in hir recruitment drive. Mewl was rather familiar with the scent of Slugfish, and the dragon-cat was acting out on hir feline side, intent on getting some fish. Meanwhile Katia was explaining things to the tournament officials, pieced together from the creature's ego filled rant. "So it looks like she stole the Pokethulhu to summon the power to control Pokethulhu spirits and combine them with humans, repeating the process that gave her the power in hopes of being able to control the resulting hybrids." she finishes. She giggled as she saw the screaming Thulhumorph dart past again, Mewl on hir tail. Katia pulled an empty Pokehedron from her belt and lobbed it with practiced aim, striking the Slugfish-creature in the head. The internal magic of the twelve sided gem sucked her right in, the transparent gem taking on a the cloudy blue coloration signaling an untamed 'thulhu. "There you go!" she said proudly to the tournament officials, marching over to pick up the Pokehedron containing the thief, as well as picking up the 'hedron she recognized as Embie's. Fearing for the worst, Katia looked at the status runes on the 'top' of the gem. She sighed with relief, the runes for 'Happiness' and 'Contentment' where shining brightly. The activity panel shimmered with blue and black swirls, indicating sleep. Whatever had become of Brian and Embie, they were enjoying themselves, and quite content to have a leisurely nap. With her partner and his Pokethulhu by her side, technically she could still participate in the tournament with just Mewl. And that? 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Text: Samantha was going to her first college party. Excited to have a good time, she entered, only to have her anticipation ruined by her arch nemesis, Amanda. "Why did she have to be here?" Samantha said under her breath as she walked through the door. Amanda was already excessively drunk and flirty, like usual. "I swear, she never grew out of high school," Sam said bitterly in casual conversation. That's when a few of the boys rolled out a new keg, and the one shouted "Keg stands!" Everyone cheered wildly. Amanda volunteered first, drunkenly flailing her arms. Two of the guys held her legs up in the air, while a third held the beer tap. She grabbed the handles on the keg, and away they went. She managed to drink the beer quickly, avoiding spitting any on the floor. A drunken cheer broke out, as she was finishing up a well-executed keg stand. Samantha went into a rage, deciding the only way to beat her was to beat her at her own game. So she volunteered next. The guys grabbed her legs like usual, the third guy with the tap; she grabbed the keg and signaled that she was ready to go. She opened her throat and let the beer pour in. She would beat Amanda; she would do more than beat Amanda, she would do the longest keg stand ever. Her rage fueled the insanity, and away she went. Sam had already beat Amanda's time within the minute, but she needed more than just beating Amanda. Her stomach filled rapidly with beer, as the foamy liquid rushed down her throat. Samantha felt a bit uncomfortable, but she trucked on. She started to look bloated, to no surprise. This was ignored though by the drunken rage of a cheer, as Samantha continued on the longest keg stand. Most people were impressed; minus the few sober enough to realize that something might be wrong with the situation. A few minutes passed, a forth guy helped pump the keg to keep things moving along. Samantha had consumed the first gallon of the keg, and it was showing. Her belly protruded from her shirt now; luckily she was wearing yoga pants, otherwise her pants may not have survived. She refused to give up though; she would not quit until all 15 gallons of the keg were gone. She would show everyone the greatest keg stand. Samantha looked full term pregnant after the next few gallons, as stretch marks began to form on her taxed belly. People started to notice something was off now, even through the thick drunken environment. "You've had enough!" the guys said as they put her down. But she greedily grabbed the tap and kept going. Sam was keg sitting more than keg standing, but it didn't matter now. All that mattered to her was finishing her job, showing Amanda who could party harder. She pumped the keg with one hand, and held the tap with the other. Everyone backed up now in fear of the unknown consequences, as her growing body needed more room. The stretch marks on her belly now circumnavigated her body, as she was well done with over half the keg. Her shirt had given up the battle of the bulge, has her belly resembled an overfilled beach ball ready to burst. Some of the party began to worry she might pop, but most just watched in drunken awe. Some even started to cheer, as the girl slowly turned into a weather balloon, filled with beer. Sam ignored all this; she had tunnel vision to her ending point, drunk off anger, as well as beer. She pumped away, adding more pressure to the mix as she rushed down a one-way street to an inevitable end. Now in the final gallons of the keg, her belly was well over three feet across, churning and bubbling as the carbonated yeasty substance broke down more inside her. The keg was near completion, and she would reign victorious. Only a few more gallons. Sam was incredible amounts of pain, but she was so near the end. Only two more gallons. Samantha's incredible belly spanned over four feet, the weight pushing her hips apart as she laid spread eagle on the floor. She knew yoga pants would be a good decision. Only one more gallon. She could feel vibrations around the room reverberate in her gargantuan body. But not for long. Sam held the tap tight, and let the bubbly liquid and foam run dry until only air remained. Now, the crowd stopped in awe. After all the beer and gas inside the keg was inside Sam, her belly was a five foot orb, vibrating gently as more of the CO2 escaped from the beer. But it had no place to go. Sam lay there, smiling, knowing she'd done it, not knowing the consequences. More gas kept forming, but her overstretched cowhide of a body started stretching less and less. The crowd finally realized through the drunken haze that something was about to go wrong, and backed far away in fear that Samantha's fate may danger their health. Sam stretched up to almost six feet now, her belly's critical maximum. The gas continued. Pressure built higher. A soft creaking sounded. Sam took one last gasp as her overdue belly burst with a tidal wave of beer, breaking all the windows in the small party house. It was, the greatest keg stand, ever.	null	[ "Belly Inflation", "Female Inflation", "Clean Popping", "beer", "belly", "burst" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 4, "longest_sentence": 33, "num_participle_phrases": 3, "num_sentences": 68, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence" ], "score": 13 }	13	false
Dave was spading the flowerbed along the fence but his attention was on his wife who was planting flowers in the bed around the fountain. At forty-five, Jane was still a very impressive woman, especial bent over on her knees with her ass up in the air. The old cut offs she wore showed more than a little of her ass cheeks and allowed the plump outer lips of her sex to peek at him. The tent in the front of his shorts was a jutting testimonial to her sexiness. Dave stuck the shove to the ground and stepped on it, driving it deep into the soil. As he lifted and turned it, a large cold raindrop hit him in the back. He looked up. The sun was shining brightly but the edge of a dark cloud was moving over their backyard. Jane straightened and sat down on her bare feet looking up also. The hiss of falling rain made both of them look toward the low fence and the open fields next door. A gray wall was moving in their direction. Dave dropped the shovel and ran toward the gazebo in the corner of the yard. Jane was right behind him and they were both soaked by the time they reached they small round building. They were both laughing like two school kids. Jane shook her head, water flying everywhere from her wet hair. Dave grabbed her and pulled her close. "So much for the gardening and getting anything planted," he said eyeing the rain. Jane snuggled up against her husband and sighed as he hugged her tight. Her wet white t-shirt felt cold where her body wasn't touching his. She became aware of the hardn in his shorts and grinned. "Is that a shovel handle in your shorts or are you just glad to see me?" "Darling, I've been watching your beautiful ass all morning. It's a wonder I haven't cut my foot off with that shovel." Jane laughed and rubbed her hips back and forth against his. "You could always plow and plant my garden or is that plant and plow?" Dave laughed and then kissed his wife's wet hair. "Out here in front of God and everyone?" "Please!" Jane said with a laugh as she pushed away from her husband and whipped the wet t-shirt off over her head. She tossed it over her shoulder out into the rain and went to work on the snap and zipper of her shorts. Not needing another cue, Dave's t-shirt joined his wife's in the rain and his shorts were not far behind hers going the same way. The kiss that followed was hot, heavy, and far more passionate than any in a long while. Two pairs of lips, two tongues, four hands, and two bodies were making the most of it. When Dave's hands ended up cupping and squeezing Jane's ass cheeks, she moaned softly and lifted one leg to hook it around his thighs, pulling them tighter together. His hot dick pressed against her mound, sent a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold, down her spine. Dave shifted one hand to her raised thigh and lifted her off the ground. Jane wrapped her legs around his ass as he walked forward. His hard thick dick was now pressed to and moving in the slippery trench of her sex. She flexed her hips rubbing herself on him. Jane whimpered softly and then moaned as her back made contact with the slippery, cold, and wet, redwood post that held up the roof. The cold rain was hitting them both as Dave lifted her higher and then lowered her onto his dick. They both moaned loudly as they joined together. Dave's dick felt wonderful to Jane as it slipped in to the hilt. Even after twenty-five years of marriage that first plunge always took her breath away. Outside like this just added to her excitement. With the kids grown and out on their own, their sex life had blossomed anew. Maturity, leisure time, and no fear of pregnancy took their lovemaking to new and more adventuresome heights. Jane gasped and lost her train of thought as Dave flexed his hips. Dave fucked his wife with full slow strokes. They both enjoyed it that way to start. His wife was almost as tight now as she was when they married. Two kids had left stretch marks that even time could not erase but he considered them badges of honor for the wonderful mother she was. He had had a few flings in his youth and had much more experience on his virgin bride. His love for her had over come his lust in those early years and she had learned to enjoy sex fully and openly. He was still reaping the rewards in so many ways. Jane tried to flex her hips but could not move very well. Dave caught the signal and moved his hips harder and faster. Jane bit her husband's neck gently as a surge of heat flowed through her body. His shaft was rubbing right on her g-spot and the head was rubbing deliciously on the front wall of her pussy. The cold rain felt good and made both their bodies feel slippery and cool. This contrasted greatly with the heat where they were joined. A rising heat as they both soared toward orgasm. Jane's orgasm slipped up on her. One minute she was in heaven from being fucked outside in the rain and the next she was jerking and moaning as her orgasm washed throughout her body. Dave continued to fuck her but he slowed his pace and let her ride out her storm. In the end, Dave had to stop moving and just hold his wife. She had a death grip on him with her arms and legs. He stood there holding her and enjoying the spasms of her hot velvety sex gripping and releasing him. It was a good thing in another way. At his age he had a one shot pistol and he was not ready to fire so quickly. He had other plans and wanted to make damned sure his wife got her fill, no pun intended. Spontaneous sex was a good thing and he wanted more of it. Jane relaxed her grip on his neck and leaned her head back against the post. With a deep contented sigh, she opened her eyes, and grinned at her husband. "Wow! That snuck up on me." Dave grinned back at her and flexed his hips slowly. Jane whimpered softly, closed her eyes, and bit her lower lips. "We're not done yet by a long shot," he whispered to his wife as he watched the emotions slid across his wife's face as he moved his hips again. "The rain storm isn't over and we're continuing as long as it does. Jane moaned and relaxed. Who was she to argue with him, especially since it felt so very good. She let the feelings flow as they would and was surprised as another small orgasm rippled through her body. She sighed again and then leaned in to kiss her husband. Somewhere during that kiss, Dave ended up sitting on the bench by the back rail of the gazebo. Jane noticed when her weight came down on his thighs and he was driven deeper into her pussy. With a groan of pure pleasure, Jane broke the kiss and leaned back. She smiled and whispered, "We sure are getting around out here." "Wait until we get to the grand finale." Jane laughed and whispered, "That should be interesting. Where's it going to take place, the front lawn?" Dave laughed and shook his head. "Close but no cigar." "The roof is out of the question. We'd slid off and hurt ourselves." Standing up, Dave whispered, "Hold on tight, we're going for a trip." Jane squealed as her carried her out into the pouring rain and started across the yard. "Dave, we're naked." "Yes we are. Isn't it wonderful." Jane laughed and then whimpered as Dave's dick moved around inside her more as he walked farther. The cold rain hitting and running down her body, the fact that they were naked in their backyard, the way her clit rubbed on his pelvic bone, and his moving dick all conspired to slap her with another orgasm. She was coming like mad, as she felt Dave go to his knees. The shock of the cold puddle he laid her down in jolted her system. She yelled once and then Dave was fucking her as hard and fast as he could. The cold water, the rain in her face should have distracted her but it didn't. In fact, it had just the opposite effect. Her orgasm shot up a notch and kept right on climbing the longer and harder her husband fucked her. She was now matching him stroke for stroke and pounding her heels on his ass to egg him on. She had never felt this wanton and out of control. Suddenly Dave rolled them over and Jane found herself straddling her husband's hips. She groaned loudly and started to rock her hips back and forth rapidly. His dick was rubbing all the right spots inside her and her clit was grinding against his pelvic bone. The impending orgasm was of earthshaking proportions and still building as she realized she was fucking her husband in the middle of the backyard and didn't give a damn who saw them. That last revelation pushed her over the edge. She was coming like never before and pounding her ass up and down on her husband's dick. Dave was slightly taken aback by his wife's wild reaction to his rolling them over but that did not keep him from lifting his hips to meet her. His wife's pussy was usually nice and slippery wet but now it was a flood. He could feel a liquid flow around his dick before he came. Then he was coming. His wife yelled out and slammed her hips down, driving him as deep inside her as he would go. She rocked her hips like mad and then collapsed on top of him. All he could do was to try to catch his breath and hold her. "Oh my God," Jane whispered between ragged breaths. All Dave could manage was to nod. A moment later, Jane pushed up with her hands and smiled down at her husband. She leaned down and kissed him on the end of his nose. As she sat up she whispered, "Asshole! You dumped me in a damned mud puddle." Dave tried to laugh but ended up making a croaking chuckling groaning sound. "Don't you die on me you old fart," Jane said with a laugh. "You've got to wash all the grass and mud off my back and out of the crack of my ass first." Dave did manage to laugh then. Jane chuckled along with him and then leaned down to kiss him passionately. Life was good, very, very good.	May Showers	[ "rain", "backyard", "older couple", "outdoor sex" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 4, "longest_sentence": 44, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 135, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence" ], "score": 11 }	11	false
Text: It would have brought Prince Thorne great delight to have apprehended Shannah Darkmoon, but the risk was too great. The Pegasus Guard had successfully rescued Lady Belinda from her flight, but her predicament wasn't nearly as perilous. Shannah was enormous, her body so filled with the energy of the Voluptaas sand that she was glowing. Both the Prince and Baron Hughes were convinced that she would burst; they didn't want the Guardsmen anywhere near her when she did. But there was no explosion heard that night. In days following, tales of a floating orb illuminating the night skies made their way back to the castle. Each night the light grew dimmer and the sightings were farther and farther east. Prince Thorne was worried that the magic might be fading and that Darkmoon might return to earth. His alchemists reassured him that this wasn't the case. If recovering from the sand were simply a matter of waiting, then Belinda would have shrinking as well. Shannah's light was fading because she was steadily rising higher into the heavens. If she continued to do so, she would eventually asphyxiate or possibly even explode. Regardless, The Darkest of Moons would darken his doorstep never again. Hughes was impressed by Madam Darkmoon's pace. After two nights, she'd left the kingdom's borders. A few nights later, the sightings stopped. Lady Belinda took up residence in the Prince's private garden. A large tent was constructed around her to give her privacy while the royal alchemists worked on a cure. Fortunately for Lady Belinda, they had plenty of Voluptaas sand to work with. Unfortunately for the serfs conscripted as test subjects, there were many failures, some quite spectacular. But after several months of work, a cure was formulated and Lady Belinda was once again ambulatory. Shortly thereafter, and over Baron Hughes' discreetly expressed objections, Prince Thorne announced his betrothal to Lady Belinda and began preparations for a royal wedding. None gave any more thought to the fate of Shannah Darkmoon. The glow provided by the magic of the Voluptaas sand offered much light but only a little heat. It was enough to keep Shannah from freezing to death in the bone-chilling winds that carried her, but just barely. As the days passed, she could see the ground gradually falling away, the features of the landscape growing less distinct. And to make matters worse, she could feel her body swelling against the increasingly rarefied air at altitude, the pressure inside her rising. She constantly felt as though her enormous, taut globe of a body was right on the verge of rupturing. When she passed through a cloud, water droplets collected on her skin. At night, the glow from within her body made them sparkle like the jewels that had adorned the gown from which she'd so spectacularly burst. Sometimes she could catch a drink, depending on her orientation. When her body was upright, water pooled in the dimple where her body bulged up around her head. At that point she didn't really have a choice; she could either drink or drown. Thirst would become a problem if the clouds cleared, but it was only one problem on an impressive list. "I could explode. I could expire from thirst. I could starve. I could freeze. If it rains, I could even drown." It was after her sixth sunset in the sky that Shannah made landfall. She was awoken by the chill of her drift grinding to a halt against the snow. She blinked her drowsiness away, a spark of hope lighting in her heart. Have I really come down? That spark quickly flickered and died. Judging by the vast arc of her bosom that filled much of her vision, she was just as distended now as she'd been when she'd dozed off. The sight of the snow-covered peaks around her confirmed her fear. Shannah had not descended to the ground; the ground had risen to meet her. Throughout her ordeal, Shannah had struggled to maintain her resolve and cling to hope. Many times she'd fought back tears, and had succeeded for the most part. But now her flight had come to an end near the summit of a towering mountain. There would be no trails this far up. There would be no passing caravan to come upon her. Even if by some miracle she were to suddenly deflate, she was starving, freezing, and naked; her only supplies were a locket of that infernal sand. She would never survive the trek back to civilization. Shannah Darkmoon, the greatest thief who had ever lived, was going to meet her end distended, naked, defeated, humiliated, and alone. At long last, she surrendered the battle to hold her sobs in. A wise man once said, "Hell is other people." By that measure, Tanadreal truly lived in a heaven on Earth. He was surrounded by ice, stone, and scrub. It was the perfect place for him to pursue his studies. There were no people around to provide distractions or complications. That was the case most days. But tonight he caught a scent. People smell. They stink. Most people spend their days among other people. Their noses became numb to the stench of humanity. Only the truly solitary fully understood the depths and breadths of human odor. On any given day it was a safe bet that there wasn't another man within a hundred leagues of Tanadreal's home. This meant that anyone who came near his part of the mountain was almost certainly there to see him, and that he would smell any such arrivals from a long way out. So it was with great surprise that Tanadreal noticed the smell of someone unfamiliar. It arrived suddenly and with great strength. He briefly pondered who this unexpected visitor was. All of Tanadreal's visitors were unexpected. His home was so remote that it wasn't terribly practical to send invitations down or announcements up. So anyone who wished an audience with him would simply have to make the trip and hope that he would spare them some time. Anyone who knew of Tanadreal knew of his contempt for humanity in general. No man who enjoyed company would ever take up residence here. But as notoriously disagreeable as Tanadreal was, he firmly believed that anybody who risked life and limb to reach him deserved at the very least a hearing and a cup of tea. "Xartac?" he called out. "Yes, I smelled her, too", the imp replied. "Shall I put on a kettle?" "Yes." Xartac was his only companion. Tanadreal had planned to dismiss him after he'd fulfilled the terms of his summoning, but Xartac had begged to stay, promising that he could continue to be of service. And that bat-winged, lizard-faced little hellspawn proved surprisingly persuasive. Tanadreal agreed to let the imp stay but only so long as he was useful. That was almost fifty years ago. The enchantments that bound him had long since faded, but Xartac stayed. If Tanadreal had friends, Xartac would be one of them. "Her?" Tanadreal breathed deeply, taking in the new scent. He scowled. "I'll be damned. How did I miss that?" Xartac shrank back a bit. Tanadreal did not like being wrong. "In all fairness, I'm quite certain I've smelled a human woman far more recently than you have." Tanadreal grunted in assent. He returned to his reading and awaited a knock upon his door. No knock came. Tanadreal scowled. A visitor who didn't present himself was more likely than not an intruder. He was more annoyed than angry. Only a great fool would brave the hazards of the Spire to stir up trouble with one tenacious enough to make a home here. Intruders were rare. Their skulls adorned his mantel. "Something's wrong," he growled. "Sire, there's a light." Xartac pointed out the window. "There is." He couldn't see the source, but something was casting a light far brighter than the half moon in the sky. He grabbed his staff. "Stay here and tend to the tea. It appears we have something interesting on our hands." Tanadreal slowly trod around the curve of the cliff face. The source of light slowly came into view, the scent of person growing stronger. He was not expecting the spectacle that greeted him; it was a massive orb, at least five times his height. He could barely believe what he was looking at, but the impossibly plump hand embedded in a dimple halfway up the globe confirmed it. The object before him wasn't an it; it was a she. He'd found his interloper. When Shannah first heard the approaching footfalls in the snow, she thought she was dreaming. Delirium is good, she thought. It's the fun part right before the end. Her visitor couldn't be real. The air was still, the mountain silent. She could hear him clearly. He was barefoot; the faint swish of his clothing could only be a light cloak at most. If he was real, then he'd be just as dead as she was, and about as quickly. Yet still he neared, his pace a steady one-two-three cadence of feet and walking stick. It wasn't until she heard his voice that she dared believe he might be something other than a figment of her imagination. "My, my, aren't you a big girl?" "Hello? Who's there? Help, please!" Shannah called out. "I'll be asking the questions," Tanadreal barked. He walked around the enormous blimp until he found the swollen, tear-streaked face that was the source of the voice. "Are you visitor or thief? You're contemplating deceiving me. I would caution you against it." Shannah's breath caught in her throat when the gaunt, white-haired old man came into view. Despite the cold, he was clad only in tattered sage's robes. If any doubts regarding his nature had remained, then they would have been dispelled by the ornate sigils that adorned his face and neck. And these particular symbols were quite familiar to her. The spark of hope sputtered back to life. "Both on occasion, but neither today," Shannah replied. She hoped that the puffiness of her face made her expression difficult to read. In her weak and exhausted state, guile did not come with ease. "Why are you here?" "The wind carried me here. It was not a journey of my choosing." "So I am to believe that mere misfortune brought you to my mountain?" he demanded. "I would hardly call my predicament mere misfortune. And is this really your mountain?" Shannah asked. "No questions!" he snapped. "And yes, this is my mountain. I have claimed it, and there is no man to contest my claim. Unless you wish to do so yourself?" "No sire, I do not," was her reply. "But as a matter of principle, King Radys may take issue with you annexing the Davermore Spire." "If the winds of fate brought you here through no machinations of your own, then how do you even know where you are?" "You told me," Shannah said. "Your clothes, your tattoos, this godsforsaken mountain. You can only be the mage Tanadreal. Which means I must be at Davermore." Tanadreal frowned. "Most folk think I'm merely a myth. And yet you know my name, my face, and my home, while I know nothing of you. You can see why I find this troubling. Who are you?" Shannah smiled. "Are you asking me, or yourself?" "Myself, mostly," he replied, smiling in return. Even in her surpassingly swollen state, this woman mustered poise and wit that few could manage. "Shall I guess?" "Please do. But I suspect you've surmised my identity." "You've already confessed to being a thief, but clearly you're no common cutpurse. You know much about me, knowledge which few people possess and for whom even fewer have a use. Such knowledge is not easy to come by; I suspect you sought it out when you were plotting to rob me." "That was some years ago," Shannah confessed. "Your defenses are quite intimidating." "No doubt you quickly dismissed the idea as suicidal. But that you considered it at all tells me all I need to know. You're not just any thief, you're the greatest of thieves. You're Shannah Darkmoon." She nodded as best she could. "At your service, and your mercy. Please, I need help." "By the looks of things, you've no service to offer me. And I have no mercy to offer you." He turned his back to her and began walking. "Wait! Please, hear me out!" Shannah cried. "I'm not asking for charity. I will gladly repay you for your assistance. And given how much I value my own life, I assure you the compensation will be great indeed." "I've little use for money," Tanadreal replied, waving a hand dismissively as he continued walking. "I've devoted my life to the perfection of the arcane arts. Anything that would be of value to me simply cannot be bought." "Then we have something in common," Shannah said. "I possess wealth far beyond mere coins. And if I don't possess what you desire, 'tis no matter. As you said, I am the greatest of thieves; I will steal it or die trying." "There is only one thing in the world that I desire which I cannot get for myself. And if it is beyond my reach, then it is certainly beyond yours," he called out over his shoulder. "Good night, Madam Darkmoon. And if you could, please be so kind as to wait until morning to burst. I become very disagreeable when my sleep is interrupted." "Check your polymorph tincture when you get home!" she called after him. It was the most reckless of gambles, but she literally had nothing left to lose. At this, he stopped and turned back to her. "What? Why?" "You were correct. I researched you when I sought to rob you," Shannah said. "But I didn't dismiss the idea. I paid you a visit then. I stole only things that would truly aid my work and would likely go unnoticed. Polymorph tincture is priceless to a thief, but of little use to a recluse. Nothing is beyond my reach." Scowling with with a mix of rage and disbelief he disappeared in a flash of light. The wait seemed like an eternity to Shannah, but was certainly no more than a few minutes. Another flash and Tanadreal returned, still scowling and holding small brown pod between his thumb and forefinger. "It seems you are a far better thief than I gave you credit for," he snapped. "Take this under your tongue." This was his second error of the day. And as much as it irked him to admit it, having her around might be of some benefit to him. If she had a tendency to expose his weaknesses, then it would be best for him if she did so as an ally rather than an adversary. Shannah opened her mouth as far as her bloated lips would allow. The mage pressed the pod between them. It tasted of leaves and mud. A powerful tingling sensation enveloped her. "That will keep you warm and comfortable whilst I formulate a cure for this ridiculous condition of yours." "Thank you," she replied. Tears welled up in her eyes once more. "You won't be thanking me when you hear my price. Steal it or die trying, those were your words?" "They were." Tanadreal spoke to her the name of his greatest desire. Shannah's eyes twinkled with joy. "No," he gasped. "Not even you could possess such a treasure." "No, I do not. But I know where I can acquire it. It will take some time, but I swear upon my life that I will repay you for your help." She would be breaking one of her most sacred rules, but all other rules were subordinate the the first: survive. Truly great thieves, the masters who went on to retire and die quietly in their lavish beds, treated their art as a business. There was no room for grudges or vendettas. Pride would kill a thief as easily as the deadliest of poisons. Win or lose, you did a job and then you moved on. You never robbed the same man twice. But Shannah had made a promise, a promise that would secure her survival. 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Text: "Do you like it?" Miyamoto Hideo was one of the best fugu chefs in the country! He was so good he had started to make a franchise out of it and became extremely rich. He was the President and CEO of the Puffy Fish corporation. He figured he had the perfect life! "Mmmmmm, father!" smiled his daughter Megumi with a mouthful. She was a knockout! After winning about a dozen beauty contests hands down, she was on her way to becoming one of Japan's hottest supermodels. She could literally have any man she wanted. She looked up at her father with her gorgeous brown eyes, her medium length, reddish brown dyed hair brushing her shoulders. "This is the best I've ever tasted!" Her father Hideo laughed with his big thunderous voice. "Good! I prepared it special for you!" he laughed. She hadn't a clue. You see Hideo was a proud man and was of a high social status. His company had been growing like crazy lately and was starting to look into spreading internationally. With his company going public soon he was under a lot of stress. Then he heard that Megumi had taken a liking to a lowly busboy at his restaurant! He knew that if word got out, he'd be the laughing stock of the Japanese upper class. He had to stop her, anyway he could! Also, Puffy Fish's board of directors told him that his chain of restaurants could really use a corporate mascot. So he formulated a plan to kill two birds with one stone, or blowfish as the case may be. He waited until the night the two lovebirds were planning on running away together to get married! He told Megumi he wanted to cook her a special dish, acting as though he didn't know. Megumi, having just came out of the bath, looked as though she was in a bit of a hurry. Yet she figured she'd better try to appease him so it didn't seem like anything was wrong. She continued to scarf it, faster than anything she'd ever eaten before because A) she was in a hurry and B) it was literally the best she'd ever tasted. Her father just laughed evilly every once in a while when she let out an appeased full-mouthed moan. She looked up with a pleasant smile and swallowed. "Aren't you hungry, father?" asked Megumi, pulling her hair back in a ponytail. "Oh... no... this is special! Just for you!" he smirked. Megumi eventually finished and Hideo watched with a leery eye. "How... was it?" "It was great!" smiled Megumi. "It really filled me up!" she said, rubbing middle. Hideo watched as Megumi started to look funny. "What did you do different this time?" The joy slowly leaving her voice after feeling how full she felt. She put on weight easily and she barely ever stuffed herself like this! She knew she'd regret this on the gym's treadmill! "My little Megumi..." smiled the chef as he smirked. "I know about you and Koji, that disgusting little wretch of a busboy!" Megumi gasped in fear. "So I decided to try something a little different!" "Father?" asked a petrified Megumi. One thought popped into her head and terrified her. She leaned back onto her palms, and started to crawl out from under the table she was kneeling under. Suddenly she felt the fullness in her stomach start to build up. "You... poisoned me?" "Oh! Heavens no, my dear daughter! I'm a chef, not a murderer! But us Fugu chefs? We have our secrets!" he laughed. Megumi tried to sit up but stopped when she felt something extremely heavy building up inside her. "Do you know how a blowfish fends off its attackers?" asked Hideo with a smirk. "By... puffing up..." she said, half paying attention half worried about what was happening to her. "Exactly, my dear." Laughed Hideo with his arms folded and scratching his beard. "What you just ate, in such a frenzy I might add, was a meal prepared with the organ responsible for making the blowfish puff up. Which means..." "I'm puffing up!" screamed Megumi, looking down at a bulge forming under her kimono. She rolled onto her side into almost a fetal position and started to moan as the pressure continued to mount inside her sharply. "Exactly." Smiled Hideo. "Now, my dear daughter. I know you've always dreamed of being a model!" Megumi was in tears now as the bulge grew larger, making her start to look as if she was pregnant. "So I was thinking. My fugu chain could really use a spokes-model. Interested?" Megumi rolled onto her hands and knees and slowly pushed herself onto her feet. She didn't answer her father, too concerned with what the fugu was doing to her. She stood up, looking as though she was in her twentieth week of pregnancy. "What am I filling with?" she cried looking down as her tummy bulged out more. "Why, air of course, dear!" said Hideo with a big smile. To him this was a sweet revenge for her threatening to embarrass him. Megumi took deep pants and tried to push in her belly, anything to get some of the air out. It was all in vain though. The poor girl continued to swell larger. Now the growth was spreading to other parts of her body. Megumi's once extremely trim ass was now becoming just visibly plumper under the kimono, pulling the knot tighter and tighter. This spread into her hips and thighs as well, as the girth of each leg looked to have double above the kneecap. She panicked when suddenly her chest seemed a little tight. She turned to her father as her breasts started to swell. "Father! Stop this! I beg you!" she pleaded. Hideo's incessant laughter came to a halt and his voice became very stern. "You left me no choice. You were going to embarrass me horribly in front of the public!" he said, with his lips bent specially for an angry tone. "So for that, I'm going to embarrass you worse than you've ever imagined!" Megumi continued to cry, as she started to look like an extremely exaggerated hourglass, the sash of her kimono cutting deep into her middle. She tried to loosen it but it was just too damn tight! "How much... will I...?" "Puff up?" asked Hideo with a chuckle. "That all depends really! I didn't expect you to grow much larger than you are now. But you show no signs of stopping there, dear daughter!" Megumi bawled louder, when suddenly she realized... "Call..." she whimpered, turning to look at the phone. "What?" asked Hideo. Megumi took a step but due to the growth it looked more like an awkward shuffle. "No!" he jumped as she started making her way to the phone. Hideo jumped up, flipping the low table. He ran as Megumi waddled the best she could. By now her belly looked as though it was carrying a baby in its ninth month and her other parts continued to plump up, making her look as if she was kind of fat, only without the folds. "Must... reach..." She moaned, starting to tire. Hideo threw his arms around her to grab her. The tighter he squeezed, the more air it displaced inside her, making her wince from excess pressure. Suddenly the sash to the kimono snapped! Hideo jumped and pulled the plug on the phone out the wall socket. Megumi had stopped and looked down at herself. Without the sash, her kimono opened up and it became truly visible how much she'd grown! Her breasts and hips were starting to round out into her ever-expanding belly. "Father... you... are..." "What?" smiled Hideo, recovering from his anger with a large grin spread across his face. "A... dog-bastard!" Megumi screamed. "Need a... pin! Poke... me! Let... air... out! Before I... POP!" Hideo just laughed. "Sorry, dear. I can't help you there. I'm nothing more than a dog-bastard." Hideo smirked. "And besides, I like watching you puff up, helplessly, restlessly trying to make it stop!" Megumi slowly dropped, sitting on her swollen ankles. "Well it'll stop on its own, where that includes you bursting or not!" he smirked. "I'm going... to burst?" cried Megumi. "Probably not... figured I should scare you a little though!" laughed Hideo. Megumi was continuing to puff up with short little swells. She continued to round out as Hideo took out a cell phone from in his kimono and walked away as it speed-dialed. "Imori? Hideo here." He spoke. "Yeah. The mascot's ready to be picked up! Ha-Ha. Yeah! You were right! Have the boys bring the truck around back in about ten minutes. Okay." The phone beeped off. "Don't worry, Megumi. We're going to take real good care of you!" Megumi collapsed onto her swollen side as her limbs became nothing more than soft cone shaped mockeries of what they once were. Her entire torso now, from under her chin to her crotch was just one large ball with an open kimono covering only her arms. She rolled her massive girth onto her back, or at least what used to be her back before it rounded out from expanding. She took deep puffs and tried, the best she could, to push in her sides, trying anyway she could to get the air out of her. But it wasn't going anywhere! She continued to swell up larger and larger. Her round torso puffed forward and started to assimilate her cone shape limbs. In seconds her body had swollen up to her elbows and just a little above her kneecaps. Every once in a while, she'd kick a fit and frantically shake her hands and feet with the little power she had left. And during those spurts of bloated aggression, Hideo would only laugh. "I'm... so big!" she moaned. "Father...? How... could you?" she said, even her cheeks starting to look a little puffy but with her eyes wide in disbelief. Her father only smirked. "You must listen to me and do as I say or else!" he threatened. "There's a truck coming to pick you up and we're bringing you into the city for your makeup and fittings. You have a busy night ahead of you my dear!" laughed the large brutish man. Megumi didn't know what he meant. Was he going to still have her model or something? At this size? He was going to try and embarrass her! "No! No... father... mustn't go out... in public... like this...I'm... HUGE!" she panted. Hideo smirked, not answering. The growth began to slow down a little. In all the commotion, Megumi hadn't realized. In the space of about 20 seconds, her body had finally stopped its inflation and had swollen a little past her wrists, her hands poking out of a tiny divot in her massive, perfectly round side. The same went for her feet. Hideo rolled her up into what would look like a standing position but Megumi's feet no longer touched the ground! Even on tippy-toes. She cried helplessly as she looked out the backdoors, luckily for her it was a double-door. A large freight truck like the one her father's company used to transport supplies and food from store to store, backed up right against the door. To thuggish men hopped out and came inside. There, helplessly 'stood' Megumi, completely naked and swollen to her limits. The two men stared in disbelief as they prepared her to roll. "Easy!" warned Hideo. She might be a blimp but she's still my daughter! And besides! She's our new mascot!" 'Mascot?' Thought Megumi in a panic. 'oh no' She frantically flapped her hands and feet when suddenly she felt the men's hands gently push into her, trying to make her roll! They were rolling her around like a huge ball! First onto her side so she wasn't rolling over her own head and then just a few practice pushes to see if she was stable. "Wow!" said the one. "A lot lighter than I thought!" "What's she filled with?" the other asked Hideo. "Ordinary, everyday air! She literally is nothing more than a big puffy Balloon Girl!" He laughed. "Didn't expect her to get this big though! Only really bulgy! Now she's a flippin' blimp!" And with that the men rolled her out the back doors with a laugh. With each turn she got dizzy. There was a slight drop from the back door step and the impact made her wince a little. "EASY!" reminded Hideo. They continued and she felt the cold walkway tickling her body in a ring motion as she rolled. As they reached the back of the truck, the two men looked at each other and smiled. They bent down, reaching under her. They started to lift! She weighed the exact same and they hadn't expected her to be so light! They placed her on the back of the truck and rolled her on, her taut skin still throbbing from pressure. Her body shook with each heartbeat, scared with what they were going to do with her! The one man shut the steel door as Megumi saw Hideo stepping out in a business suit he had on under his kimono and heading towards the front of the truck. With the door shut it was pitch black and Megumi went into a depressed swollen oblivion. The next couple hours were a blur for Megumi. She remembered the truck stopping and the door opening at a large warehouse. The men rolled her outside and her father joined them in lowering her to the ground safely. One shut the door and then they again started to roll Megumi. She was starting to get super dizzy and everything was blurry from not being able to reach her eyes to wipe the tears out. Hideo walked alongside as they entered a large open garage door. Inside was a large group of people from her father's company that she could just recognize though it seemed they could hardly recognize her. There was another group to the side of them. Hideo pointed and the two men rolled Megumi to them. Hideo talked with the people at his company and then talked to the main guy, who looked like your typical fashion designer, makeup, all around fruity guy. "We were thinking something traditional! Like a kimono and geisha makeup or something!" "Right away, sir!" said the man with a flap of his hand downward. His face was in a bit of shock from the initial view of the girl but he saw his chance to literally, do something big. Megumi could hardly remember them whipping her off to wardrobe and trying numerous things on her and then being rolled up for makeup. Hideo watched it all with the group from his company as the makeup people did their work. Displaying his happiness with a huge grin, Hideo chuckled. "You always wanted to be a model! Here's your chance!" The very next day, Koji stepped off the crowded commuter train towards work a bit depressed. Megumi hadn't met with him the prior night and he thought she probably realized that he was nothing more than a lowly busboy and was probably looking for someone else, more her 'type.' He left the station and turned the corner towards the restaurant as he saw Hideo in front leading a massive crane. Koji was in a state of shock. "Oh! Koji!" said Hideo with exuberance. "You've been promoted." He put his arm around the scrawny boy. "Since you love my daughter so much, it'll be your new job to care for all of her needs! Busy job! In her condition, she's rather helpless!" The two looked up over the entrance of the restaurant as the crane slowly lowered a massive ball onto a huge platform. Koji could make out little feet wiggling out under what looked like an XL kimono, large panties covering the bottom of the ball. The kimono, draped around, and as big as it was, still looking like it was going to bust at the seams, had two little dainty hands poking out at the sides. Then at the top was Megumi's face with puffy cheeks and Geisha make up and wig on. "Is that...?" started Koji. "Never mess with me, boy." Advised Hideo with an angry tone as he stepped away. And ever since, Miyamoto Megumi has been the corporate mascot for her father's company. Fusen-Chan, the puffy balloon girl! She appears at every grand opening of a Puffy Fish. When the restaurant opened its first overseas restaurant in Los Angeles, Megumi was flown in on a special cargo plane to make an appearance. She even appeared in an ad campaign with TV commercials. There would always be a hungry person standing somewhere. A construction worker at a site. A female nurse on duty. A kid after a soccer game in a park. They'd complain about how they were starving and suddenly Megumi would be pushed in front of the camera, unwillingly of course and as she rolled by the person would have their arms full with yummy seafood goodness from Puffy Fish! But most of the time, Megumi was positioned high atop the original Puffy Fish's entrance. There was a pull over canopy for when it rained and she'd get a new XL kimono everyday. In the winter, when it got cold, she had to be watched very closely, for fear of the air inside her expanding and stretching her already tight-as-a-drum skin. She was absolutely miserable. Helplessly rolling around over the restaurant's entrance. She was no more than a living, swollen store display. Models were never treated this poorly. At least her man, Koji is always loyally by her side. And Hideo? Hideo became the richest man in all of Japan. Eventually, they even added his favorite dish to the menu. "The Puffy Girl Special" Of course the patrons had to sign a waiver before hand though. 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A Quiet Trip Redscale Careful, there be adult content here "It's a glorified swamp," Mary retorted. "You're suggesting we set up camp in a sweltering, bug infested swamp." "Don't forget the crocodiles," James grinned. "You'd make a tasty morsel, I'd wager. In fact, I happen to have firsthand-" Mary playfully smacked him upside the head. "Your experience notwithstanding, you're taking your girlfriend of three years for a secluded weekend getaway to a swamp. Complete with heat, bugs, alligators-" "Don't forget snakes!" James chimed in helpfully. That stopped Mary. Snakes. Everyone else was always mortified by them. No limbs, the teeth, coiling around you and squeezing the breath from your lungs, venom, and those scales, to name a few of their more noticeable qualities. To be sure, they deserved that fear, but... well; Lucius had never inspired it in her. When Mary had been five, her father had captured a juvenile male Burmese python stalking the family dog in their backyard. Florida real estate can be worth every penny, but these snakes had been a growing problem; careless owners with more money than sense would import them, raise them until they stopped being cute, and then toss them into the wild at the first sign of actual adult growth. The one in their backyard had been lucky enough to survive for a time, but had (almost) bitten off more than it could have chewed, and Rudy, the family's Great Dane, had been on the verge of raising hell against it. Of course, Mary's father, sensible man that he was, decided that sure, a snake would be a great pet for a five year old girl, an infant child, and an understandably outraged forty-something (but twenty something to anyone with brains and the desire to keep them) woman. Mary's mom had been on the verge of allowing the python to have its way with her husband, but she came around after the first few months. The snake hunted rodents around the house, never disturbed the infant boy (who, when first meeting the python, introduced himself in the most sensible way by flicking out his tongue in response) or his elder sister. In fact, Mary had been closer to the python than to Rudy, even going as far as to name it Lucius for no other reason than the "sssssssss" that could always be stressed. While he was small enough to do so, Lucius would gently coil around Mary's left arm as she went about her summer days. Lucius's growth outpaced Mary's, and eventually he took to draping himself across her shoulders. Mary's father was never concerned, though, because as he put it, "Mom's concerned enough for the both of us, and I'm grateful that her power to wage war on that snake is not linked to any state arsenals." He always kept a watchful eye on the pair, and never allowed Mary to venture beyond the house with Lucius (or be out of sight with him in it). After two years, Mary was the primary caretaker of Lucius, and by her eleventh birthday, he was comfortably living in her bedroom. She even held conversations with him, grateful for the silence at times. Her father placated her mother by noting that no boy in their right mind would ever try anything in the bedroom, and her mother eventually stopped flinching whenever Mary wearing Lucius like the latest accessory. He had been the most loyal, tame, and easy pet. On several occasions, he would sleep gently coiled around her, a ward in the night against the more unpleasant dreams (Mary had suffered nightmares, and Lucius had a calming effect on her). Children alternated between taunting her as the snake girl and reverently pronouncing her the snake queen, and she enjoyed the attention. Mary had found a true animal companion. And then, just before her thirteenth birthday, there had come a hurricane, big enough to scare Floridians into Texas, or preferably Canada. Despite protests from Mary, Lucius was left at the house in the rush to escape from the storm's path. No kennel would take him (and none were equipped to do so), no friends would permit a fully grown python into their homes, and at the end of loading up the family van, there was no room left. Either Lucius went, or Mary did, and there was no choice there. Needless to say, when the family did return, Lucius was not to be found. Neither was the kitchen, but while Mary's mom celebrated her liberation (and Mary's father his from her cooking) and busied themselves with rebuilding, Mary wept quietly. Eventually, life went on, but for a time, she half expected to wake up gently wrapped in the snake's total embrace, and always found herself bereft of the experience. So no; she wasn't afraid of snakes. She respected them, but she could never deny the childhood bond she had shared. James had noticed her quiet at the mention of snakes, and tried to backtrack, "Er, well, there might not be snakes. Or bugs. Or crocodiles. Come to think of it, there may not even be-" "It's ok, James," Mary cut in. "Just memories is all. I'm looking forward to the time off," she said, leaning in for a quick peck on James's cheek before settling back into the passenger's seat. "I've been around the Everglades all my life, but never gone camping in them. Should be fun," she added, trying to brighten the mood. James agreeably nodded. "Well, I hope so. No exams, no professors, no sneaking off to my apartment at all hours of the night; just you, me, and some time." And, as they had agreed before the trip, that was all they would need. While James played wild-he-man and attempted to assemble the tent, Mary wandered about the site. As close as it was to the swamp, it wasn't actually swamp-like at all. James had picked a small, slightly raised hill just outside the tree-line. A brook ran down to the wetlands, flowing to the south, but this part was crystal clear. Some short grass coated the hill, and was worn down in places from tracks. It was well off the beaten road, about a fifteen minute walk down an old trail that no one cared to follow anymore. It was quiet, peaceful, and provided Mary with the sort of environment she craved after three long, busy years in college. As she glanced up at the hill, she saw that James had almost impaled himself on a tent spike again. Deciding that this might cut the vacation short, Mary rolled her eyes and went up the hill to prevent James's untimely demise. Eyes were upon her. For as she had stood, gazing about the land, a breeze had kicked up, catching her from behind and carrying her scent down the brook and towards the trees beyond the other bank. It was carried beyond nest where baby-birds screamed for attention, beyond a foraging raccoon casting wary glances about, beyond the trees, and onto the flitting tongue of a python, basking on a rock in the afternoon sun. He slept, consciousness darting between reptilian dreams and glances for prey, but that scent! Not a female in her time, no, something rooted in memory... memory... a mammal, perhaps, warm and kind and small and his. Yes, but not his to eat, no, never, not his for that. Then what? What could stir the mind of a beast beyond its simple longings? And then he knew; his girl, that little girl, from long ago. How he had clung to her, embraced her, lived with her, and those strange vibrations all about her (for words, to a snake, mean little more than that) that resonated within him. Yes, his girl, the juvenile with whom he had grown. He had been curious as to her fate, for a time. She left, and the storms came, and he had been wet, then dry. But she did not return, and he could not find her, for the water had hidden her scent from him. And his life called attention to more pressing issues; he hunted, mated, basked, molted, and did all these things again. But there was a memory, and it called to him now. Slowly, so slowly, he slithered down off that warm stone, through the trees, quieting the chicks and their cries, being watched by the raccoon whose fastidious eyes earned him another day of life, down to the brook beyond the trees. And there, on the hill beyond, ascending, was she. The breeze died, and the scent lingered in the air before fading. She was there, and he felt a sort of joy, if it may be called that. A bond as between a loving pet and a kind master, such is not easily broken, and not even time holds sway. His girl had returned. Older, perhaps, and the smell spoke of maturity, but it was her scent nonetheless. He imagined how she might regard his new scent, for time had brought him age as well, and more than his share of maturity. But, where instinct had held sway in his life, the snake called Lucius (for that had been a common vibration, yes, Luciusssssss, she had hissed, and only in his presence, and he claimed it for his own) felt that bond revived, and instinct, while present, was being compromised by familial love. And so, there were eyes upon her, and James as well. While he might wish to reunite with the mammal, she had acquired a male... and males are ever so protective of their mates, as he had learned often enough. Better to wait, he knew. His bond with her was his alone. Darkness began staking its claim on Mary and James's little hill, shadows lengthening as the sun gracefully dipped below the horizon. Miraculously, James and Mary had emerged unscathed from their war against the tent, and had managed to cram all the necessary provisions into it. A small fire close to the brook brought some warmth and added ambiance, and James had no eyes but for Mary. He drank her in; her subdued red hair that, in different lights, would flirt with a rusted brown or a strawberry blond that always darted down to her shoulders. He had memorized her face, pristine save for an old scar from a wart removed on her check ("Your human element," James had joked, "for how else would we know you were human at all and not some angel beyond us?" And Mary had loved him for it); he knew her deep blue eyes as well as anything, and he had spent hours lost in them. Her lips called to him, and he was always eager to answer. But James spent only so much time there; his eyes were drawn down, down to that slim frame that bespoke health, but never tended to either plumpness or insecurity. And inevitably, he was gazing (not ever lingering, but a healthy, invigorating glance) at her breasts; they were not the envy of the world, but their subtle curve, that shape that just pressed against her clothes, that felt so perfect under his hands... And of course, by then, she had noticed. Always she would notice before he could properly appreciate the art to its extent. A smile teased at her lips, and she playfully smacked him upside the head. "Window shopping?" But he didn't reply, just moved in slowly, slowly, bringing his hand to rest on her back, drawing her in as they sat by the fire, leaning for the kiss. Their pulses raced at first contact, and even though they had done this and so much more so many times, each kiss mattered as much as that first one three years ago. Before long, one kiss turned into another, and again, until it wasn't clear where one started and the other finished. The small fire, which had died to harmless embers, provided enough light for the pair to safely manage the hill back to the tent. They ducked inside, hands locked together, eager smiles and hungry eyes, and sealed the tent behind them. "I forgot to mention," James whispered, "that there's only the one sleeping bag." Mary stroked his head gently. "Shame," she replied. At that, James quickly tussled out of his shirt, straining his crew cut brown hair as it passed over his head. Mary followed suit, the two teasing each other with little promises and whispered desires as each article of clothing passed to the floor of the tent. Before long, they had naught but their birthrights left to them, and each lovingly gazed at the other. Mary's breasts perked and she was ready for James, a little wet in anticipation. James, for his part, was fully aroused, and pounced on Mary, gently bringing her to the floor of the tent. He sent his tongue and hands questing about her body, titillating her in all the right places, bringing about muted moans of pleasure. She lay back, straining against the pleasure as he caressed nerve after nerve, gently stroking James when she remembered he was even there. Before long, he began to prime her already eager mound for his own, using his tongue as a preamble for what was to come. She gasped, always caught off guard by how good he had gotten at this, and smiled lasciviously, moaning a bit louder now. Before long, James rose and found protection somewhere in the bag by the tent's rear. "You're on top this time," he said teasingly. Mary was all too happy to oblige. She rose to a crouch, and pushed James onto his back, granting him an ideal view of her femininity as she mounted his throbbing cock, gently shifting up and down, up and down to draw forth moans. She brought him all the way inside of her, and he thrust hard, bringing a gasp of surprise that quickly morphed into a moan of pleasure. She lowered her body down to meet his and he continued to thrust, drawing out, and pushing in, again and again and again. Their breathing sped up, and so too did their motions, not rushing, but enjoying each moment. And then, amidst all the pleasure, Mary crested, riding a wave of bliss as pure and golden as any sunrise. James followed soon after, panting lustfully as he spent himself. The two came to rest in that position, atop each other, sweaty and content, and in no way needing the sleeping bag James had thought to bring. They simply smiled at each other, and James stroked Mary lovingly down her side. Before long, their dreams caught up with them, and they slept. Mary awoke first, coming to as the rising sun cast its first light upon the brook below. Some caught the tent, gently rousing her from her sleep. She untangled herself from the still sleeping James, and quietly unzipped the tent to exit. She was fully nude, still, but the area was isolated enough that discovery was unlikely. She went down to the brook, enjoying the soft grass beneath her feet, the warmth of the early sun that had yet to remember its punishing heat. The brook wasn't too deep, but it was perfectly clear, allowing her the perfect chance to bathe. Of course, the privacy was just an illusion, for eyes were upon her. She had vanished into the structure, but Lucius had scented her once more. The scent was spliced now with pleasure and the tang of a male, but it was still hers. And now, she stood, not fifteen feet before him, running water across her body. He slithered forward slowly, careful not to disturb her as she continued her ministrations in the water. She hadn't noticed him yet, and such was his pride as a hunter, but he did not wish to surprise her. Fear was not something she had ever smelt of before, and he did not wish to be its cause. Still, as he first entered the water, a vibration softly rang out, a gentle plooping as he entered. This caught her attention, and she turned her gaze downward, until her eyes met his. Mary froze. There, before her, was a Burmese python. In the brook. Staring right at her. Yet, she didn't feel fear. Strangely, she felt nothing at all. Instead, she backed out of the water slowly, and the python followed. Another step, and he slithered forward again. How strange, she thought. They usually don't like humans. Her scent remained mercifully free of fear. The memory came forth to Lucius once more, and he saw himself across her shoulders, as he had once been. This would make her know him. Slowly, he slid forward, first coming up around her ankles, then winding up her legs as she tried to step back. This threw her off balance, causing her to fall to her back. Lucius now had better access, and a different memory came forth, one where they were warm together beneath a cover, he wrapped about her, and this too would stir her memory. So he slithered under her legs. And then something strange happened. Mary felt a tingling at the base of her spine. Did the fall do that? She thought groggily. She didn't remember any pain. Instead, the tingling intensified into outward pressure, and a tail began to spring forth, extending vertebrae by vertebrae. Wherever Lucius had touched, her skin became covered by scales; on her back, they arose as a richly dark green color with a typical scaling pattern, and her belly was covered in white scutes. These advanced, up her arms, back and chest, and down her tail. Her vagina and related equipment had relocated to her tail, and as the scales reached it, they began covering it, flowing inward and gained access to her inner body. She moaned a bit as her womanhood became enclosed with her body further, and a new, subtle slit was the only clue to the cloaca concealed within. Strange, she thought. I didn't think I had a tail before. But wait... I didn't. And those scales... they are new. What is GOING ON? Awareness began creeping back as the changes progressed, Lucius now completely wrapped around her head to toe (or tail now). Her legs, fully covered in the scales, began to retreat inside her body, pulling up into the region where her hips would have been (now relocated down her tail). As they fully withdrew, a pair of spurs was all that was left to speak of their existence. The scales, having conquered her lower half, spread upward, scutes claiming her front as the green patterns wove across her back. As they went, the scales rearranged her body, inflating it in places to match the tubular shape of her tail. They came to her breasts, gently flattening them as the now useless mammary glands dissipate. As they reached her arms and spread slowly down them, she was fully aware of her situation, and had nothing but terror in her heart. What is happening? This is impossible; how am I turning into... And then she truly noticed Lucius holding her, and it was as if a switch had gone off. The python! Of course! With strength born from fear, Mary fought the snake's coils, to no avail. Instead, Lucius became confused; she had shown no fear at the embrace. Her scent had changed, to be sure, and she was feeling more and more like a female coiled against him, but why was there fear? That fear only intensified as the scales fully retracted arms into her body, shoulders absorbed and flat body fully covered in scutes, scales, and shortly, made to match the writhing cylindrical shape the rest of her had taken. Her head, originally staring at Lucius, was thrown back as her neck locked forward, the scales coming to claim her head. They flattened her head as they passed, causing her hair to fall out as her nostrils flared into slits. Her tongue twisted, becoming thinner, forked, and more flexible, and she let out a hiss of surprise as it flicked out and she could taste everything. That moment was cut short, though, by a painful pressure behind her newly formed mouth and nose; they extended outward, pushing forward into a snake's muzzle. She blinked once more, and then never again as her eyelids were absorbed back into her body. When the scales finally claimed her entire head, she felt her mind slipping, thoughts reducing to simple emotions. She was still Mary, but what did that mean, exactly? One thing was clear, though; a male python now held her against her will. Taking advantage of her new muscles and bulk, she managed to throw him free, leaving Lucius stunned. He was confused; she had been so accepting, he had been so gentle. How had there been fear? Only one thought went through Mary's mind; James. A python had attacked her, transformed her. She had to warn him! Get him away from here! But how? She tried to scream, but hissed instead. No, that wouldn't work; she'd have to wake him herself. Frantically, she slithered up to the tent, inside, and stared at him. Her tongue flicked out instinctually, and was overwhelmed by the scents. Sex had happened here, and recently. So, thisssssss wasssssss my mate, a cold part of her thought. No, is! Her human mind (or what was left) protested. James... need to... need to... What? The cold replied. What do you need? So hard... she thought... need to save him! And how will you manage that? I... I have to save him! He's not safe! He needs to leave! But he isssssss your mate, isssssss he not? Yes, but... And would you not wissssssh him ssssssafe with you? Yes... But he isssssss not sssssssafe now? NO! You can make him ssssssafe, you know. What? If he were like you, would he not be stronger? Better? Ssssssssafer? I... Yessssss, the cold hissed, better. And he could sssssstill be your mate. Mary could barely think. Could she? How would she? It issssss ssssssimpler than you think, the cold promised. Jussssssst hold him onccccce more. And that was all it took. Mary's mind could not handle the scents, the whispers from the cold other within her, the sight of her still naked boyfriend (mate, the other corrected) in the tent. She slithered forward, gently coiling about him. She noticed how his cock, even in his sleeping state, sprang to attention at the contact from her scales. Sssssso receptive, the other mused. Perhapsssss you could sssspeed him along, it suggested. Of course, Mary thought. I have to save him. This is the only way. She continued coiling about his legs, gently wrapping about him until her muzzle was even with his cock. She lifted her neck up so that she had better access to it. Yesssss, go ahead, the cold commanded. Thisssss isssss hissss sssalvation. She gently flicked her tongue out, again overwhelmed by the scent of his arousal, and her own new form of it. Leaving her tongue beyond her muzzle, she ran the forked tip sensuously up and down his rock hard cock. He whispered something in pleasure, lost in the fantasy of a wet dream. Pleased with his response, Mary continued, this time taking his entire cock into her mouth, running her tongue up and down it again and again. As she did, his changes began. His legs were drawn together, meeting and fusing as scales rose up on them. James's coloration was a dark yellow, with creamy white scutes. His spine extended down as his legs fused together, housing the bone that would drive the tail. The tubular shape began, and the scales crept upward towards Mary's head and her current efforts. Reaching James's testicles first, the scales coated them and then gently brought them within his body cavity. He moaned pleasurably, his upper half unaffected by the scales as of yet. The scales came to a halt at the base of his penis, and refused to advance any further. Despite her best efforts, though, the changes would not continue. What? Why? He'ssss not finissshed, he'ssss not sssafe! Mary frantically thought. This was the only way to save him! Aroussssal will only get him sssso far, the other replied. You need to complete him. That made sense to Mary, and so she redoubled her efforts. As she did, she felt something change within her mouth; first, her forked tongue was able to completely stimulate him, but now, only the sides seemed to touch anything. Of courssse, the other said. A male hassss hemipenessss, not jussst one organ. Mary's work produced quite noticeable results in James's behavior; he flailed his lower tail in pleasure, and bucked against the coils a bit. His developing hemipenes became much more tubular, all the more appropriate for mating, the other promised. And suddenly, he came full force through both shafts, expelling the last of his human seed into Mary. She was surprised at the strange taste and sensation, but relieved. The changes were continuing; his own spurs had developed during the climax. You will need to hold him, the other warned. He will sssssleep for not much longer. She had remembered her own reaction to the changes, and continued to coil around him. As she did so, scales and scutes seemed to blossom from wherever she made contact. His tale extended, his hemepenes now relocated down its length (much more convenient, the other remarked, pleased), and the scales made his body into the Burmese python's wherever they went. She came face to face with him just as he opened his eyes. "Whu-?" He groggily intoned before looking at the snake holding him, his changing body, and he cried out in terror. What was happening to him?!?! Scales, a snake, and he had just come... did this snake get him off? What the FUCK?! But the snake didn't seem like it wanted to hurt him. And he was drawn to the eyes... those same impossibly blue eyes that he had been lost in for hours at a time... and he knew. "Mary?" he whispered, almost scared to believe it. She nodded (or as close as), and James sighed in relief. As strange as the situation was, he felt grateful that she was the one changing him. He had promised to always be with her, and that ring in his pack would've been hers this morning if not for... But it didn't matter. They were together, and James lost himself in the pleasure. The changes accelerated, speeding up his chest. But something went awry; although he was tubular, and covered to his shoulders in scales, he felt his hands drawn to the back of his head, like a man submitting for arrest. His fingers melted into his body, and scales webbed down across his forming hood. All that was left was a human face. James reciprocated the coiling, bringing his newly erect hemipenes to Mary's cloaca. The sensation of him entering her... twice... was unbelievable, and the spurs locked in place to allow for uninterrupted mating. They tied themselves together, thrusting against each other as Mary gently flicked her tongue and gave snake kisses to James. His face changed, and he let out a hiss of pain as his jaw extended forward. His reptilian muzzle was developing nicely, and his tongue thinned, forked, and flicked right back to Mary's touching briefly. Then, as they pumped against each other, Mary the Burmese python and James the king cobra came, the sensation unlike any either had ever experienced before. And outside the tent, as they came down off of their impossible high, Lucius gazed on. For the pain and fear he had caused, he felt contrite. But the hisses of pleasure and the enticing scents suggested that maybe, his former mammal was happy after all.	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Text: I watch them as I slowly lift the balloon to my mouth. Their eyes are glued to me, their faces reflecting their expectations. The girls watch with rapt anticipation, eagerly anticipating my success. The boys are laughing smugly. They don't think I can do it – they don't think that a petite thing like me can possibly fill a balloon of this size in just one breath. Well, I'll show them. They'll see soon enough. I begin to inhale, my chest rising, swelling out as the air rushes in. I can feel it flooding into me, filling me up with its power. I want more – much more. I open my mouth a bit wider, and my intake accelerates. My chest pushes out further, my bra crushing against my breasts as they begin to puff-up. My blouse creaks and tightens about me as my torso expands to fill it, buttons puckering and straining in their fight to hold me in. The boys don't look so confident now, their cocky smiles fading quickly. But I'm just getting started. I'm not at my limit yet – not even close. I can hold more. I won't just blow this balloon up; I'm going to blow it to pieces. My stomach bulges as my torso rounds out under the building pressure. I close my eyes, scowling in concentration as I focus on filling myself with more... more... more air. A sharp pop, followed by several more, signals the surrender and frantic evacuation of my buttons. The clasp on my skirt follows moments later. Finally free, my ballooning body surges outward, and my size doubles. Cool air caresses my smooth, taut skin, sending thrills down my spine. I'm ridiculously swollen. But I'm not full yet – not quite. I can hold more. I can get bigger. I open my mouth wider, sucking in air as fast as my body can take it. My distended frame pulses and grows, my skin tingling as it stretches tighter... tighter... I feel ludicrously engorged. I know I should stop. I have more than enough air for the job, but I can't resist showing off a bit more. I can feel their stares. It's intoxicating. I want more. I'll show them. I can do it. I can get bigger. I know I can. My friends are speaking, but I can't hear them clearly over the wheezing intake of my own breath. I open one eye, but my view is blocked by the immensity of my own impossibly bloated body. I'm enormous – nearly spherical – my skin flushed, straining to contain the pressure welling up inside me. I feel fit to burst, but I'm not giving up – not yet. Just a little more, I think to myself. Just a little... bit... more... My body creaks threateningly under the pressure. My skin - hot and drum-tight - thrums with tension. With swollen arms, I lift the balloon to my mouth, one final gasp of air slipping down my throat as I prepare to... BOOM!	null	[ "Full Body Inflation", "Female Inflation", "Offscreen Popping", "first person", "inhale", "Prose that Blows 500 (2009)", "Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Sexiest Story", "Prose that Blows Winner: Best Expansion Description", "Prose that Blows Winner: Best Character", "Prose that Blows Winner: Best Method of Expansion", "Prose that Blows Winner: Best Story", "Prose that Blows Winner: Best Use of Tension", "The Biggest Breath" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 4, "longest_sentence": 32, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 50, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence" ], "score": 6 }	6	false
Text: Professor Beth Maiden could have been a model, with her long legs, slender body, and pert, golden breasts. Yet instead she chose the fields of biochemistry and psychology. Along the way, she met many a man who was intimidated by her vast intellect, and it instilled in her a contempt for the male gender, which she usually suppressed well. She stood behind the plexiglass in her long, white labcoat, her gorgeous brown eyes covered by her large, prominent glasses, and her hair tied in a ponytail behind her, which did nothing to disguise her obvious sexuality, so it defies explanation as to why women even try this. Behind her were several young med students, all female, all inexplicably intelligent for their young college-aged years. A petite blonde snapped her bubble gum, a gorgeous redhead twirled her pen in her fingers, and a dutiful brunette took notes as Professor Maiden continued. "As you can see in our experiment chamber, we have a subject tied to a chair in front of the large movie screen." Indeed, a man of indeterminate age sat as Beth described him: Tied to a chair, sitting in front of a large, blank screen. He was dressed only in a white jumpsuit, the purpose of which was unclear to him. But when a hot young professor asks you to participate in an experiment that involves her tying him up, he couldn't refuse. "Now," Beth began again, "after we've injected him with the formula I described to you--and by the way, there will be a test on that--watch what happens when we show him these pictures." Suddenly, in the test chamber, the male subject looked up at the movie screen, which had just become filled with the image of Jessica Simpson in her Daisy Duke shorts. "Mmmm," the subject grunted, who fixed his eyes closely on the screen. And then his eyes widened as he heard a hissing sound. He looked down to see his body plumping up. The collection of intelligent females looked on from the observation booth. The young blonde giggled. "Tee hee! He's getting fatter!" "Shhh," Beth gently reprimanded, and they continued to watch. The subject looked down at his bloating body, his arms and legs all plumped up, his chest expanded, his white jumpsuit stretched out in front of him as he seemed to be getting fatter, just as the blonde had pointed out. He squirmed in his chair a little, the cloth ropes pressing tighter into his wrists as his arms inflated. His chair got increasingly snug as his torso and backside took up more space in the chair. But soon, the hissing died down and the subject stopped growing, yet sitting full and fat in his chair. Beth turned to her attractive students. "As you can see, the inflation was triggered by the sexually stimulating image. Watch again, please." She pressed a button on the console in front of her. And in front of the subject, the movie screen changed from Jessica Simpson's shorts to the back of Jennifer Lopez's tight leather pants. "Mmmm!" the subject mumbled, his pleasurable groan mixing in with the hissing sound, which had begun again in earnest. His body plumped up further, as if gaining weight in every part of his body, yet he seemed lighter, like an inflatable doll. He squirmed a little more, but seldom did he take his eyes off J. Lo's ass, even as he inflated larger and larger. But, as it did before, the hissing and the bloating eventually faded, and he sighed as he watched the screen. "Note that the initial shock of the subject's expansion has faded," Beth pointed out to her hot rookie scientists. "Even as he struggles to accept that his body is inflating against his will, he continues to view the sexually stimulating image. Watch again, please." She pressed another button. J. Lo's ass was immediately replaced by a giant shot of Heidi Klum's bounteous cleavage. The subject sighed again, and his body once again swelled, creaking as it struggled against his bonds, until--SNAP! His pudgy arms broke free of the flimsy cloth shackles. CRACKLE! The chair creaked under him as it was pushed apart by his expanding figure. POP! Like a cork, he popped out of his chair, pushed out by his expansion, until he bounced gently on the floor in front of the giant screen. He was free of his confines, but now he was so ball-shaped that he could no longer move. However, as he stared at those magnificent German breasts, he didn't seem to want to leave. Eventually, the subject's inflation slowed, and the hissing stopped. The blonde giggled again. "Look! He's a balloon ball!" "Shhh!" Beth reminded her. "Note that the subject is still apparently more concerned with the sexual images than his inflation. Watch his reaction as we continue." So Beth pressed the button again, and on the screen was Eva Longoria in a bikini. The subject sighed, the hissing re-commenced, and his inflation began anew. The white jumpsuit hugged his body as he blew up like a balloon, stretching the suit tighter and tighter, his own skin getting equally taut as he filled up more and more. This time, he didn't even look at his growing, globular body. The hissing was only background noise as he stared at that fun-sized Latina beauty. He swelled for several more seconds, before slowly, ever so slowly, coming to a stop. The blonde couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst out laughing. "Oh, Gawd! He's so big! Can we go in there and bounce him?" The redhead looked at her, rolled her eyes, and blew another bubble. Beth ignored the remark. "We shall continue. Please keep note of the subject's reaction." She pressed another button. Next on screen was Kate Beckinsale in her tight leather Underworld outfit. Then came a shot of Jessica Biel's butt in the tight jeans she wore in Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Then came Marion Raven in her revealing, low-cut leather jacket. (What do you mean, "Who's Marion Raven?" She's going to be huge someday, so shut up. Anyway...( With each picture, the subject grew larger, filling out like a human balloon, becoming rounder as the last of his human shape was replaced by ever-expanding roundness, his arms and legs completely disappearing, his head, hands and feet still visible but noticeably bloated. All the while, the hissing sound accompanied the sight of the large, white balloon ball getting ever bigger and bigger and bigger... "Is he going to pop?!" the blonde called out. If Beth smiled at the remark, she quickly repressed it. "Just keep watching and see." The back of Halle Berry's Catwoman outfit. Alyssa Milano surrounded by balloons. The underside of Anna Kournikova's tennis skirt. Jessica Alba's "Invisible Woman" tights. All the while, the subject grew, and grew, and grew some more. He was rapidly filling up the experiment chamber, becoming as large as an elephant, ... a mack truck... a small house. The hissing grew louder, the white jumpsuit became increasingly taut. Squeaking noises echoed off the far walls, although it was unclear if they were coming from the suit or the subject's body. "Ooooh, he can't get much bigger!" said the blonde. "It's going to happen, I can feel it! I can feel the big bang coming!" No one said anything. The brunette had stopped taking notes, to look amazedly at the giant balloon inflating in the chamber. The redhead stopped chewing her gum. Beth gave perhaps the faintest glimmer of a smirk. Shakira's hips. The subject grew. Scarlett Johansson's perfect breasts. He grew. Stacy Keibler's legs and ass. He grew! Lindsay Lohan, Danica Patrick, Rachel Bilson, Maria Sharapova, Jennifer Love Hewitt! He grew, and he grew and he GREW...!! The blonde's mouth fell open as she stared wide-eyed in ecstatic anticipation. The squeaks came more frequently, getting louder and louder, competing with the hissing sound coming from the subject's round, almost completely circular body, which trembled slightly as more and more air seemed to be magically packed inside it. Tighter and tighter the jumpsuit stretched to contain him. He was so large, so unbelievably huge, little more than a giant, shiny white balloon that kept stretching into space. The hissing reached a higher and higher pitch as he neared what had to be his fullest capacity... "MMMMPHH!" The dreamy expression fell from the subject's face, as he tore his eyes off the Sports Illustrated swimsuit model Marissa Miller and looked around to see just how big he had gotten. All he could see around him was a white, curved surface, which he realized was the horizon of his planet-shaped body. He could still see the movie screen in front of him, but as if finally recognizing what was causing his inflation, he closed his eyes tightly, saving him from what could possibly have been a lethal dose of Britney Spears. The observing beauties watched in silence as the subject's body, so tight and gigantic, finally stopped its unprecedented growth. The redhead shrugged, blew a bubble, and popped it on her lovely nose. "He's...so...BIG!" the blonde sputtered out. "Come with me, class," said Beth, and she led the students from the booth and into the testing chamber. There they stood in front of the only human balloon they'd ever seen, which also happened to be the biggest balloon any of them had personally witnessed. Beth drew a remote from her pocket, and clicked it at the screen, which promptly went blank. "It's all right, sir," said Beth. "The experiment is over." Gingerly, the subject's left eye opened. There was no light coming from the screen in his peripheral vision, so he gingerly opened his other eye and looked around. Once again, he sighed, but this time it was in relief, and not in sexual gratification. "Thank God!" he said. And then Beth flung open her labcoat to reveal that she wore nothing underneath. Just her perfect, lean, athletic, golden-tanned body with breasts that defied gravity. "Mmmm!" The subject moaned, the dreamy expression coming over his face, seemingly oblivious to the returning sounds of hissing, of squeaking, of a giant balloon being inflated beyond its limits. All his attention was fixated on Beth's beautiful, shapely, curvaceous, flawless naked body. And he got bigger... and bigger... and just ever so slightly bigger...!! When suddenly-- BOOOOOMMMMM! "Whoo-HOO!" screamed the blonde, clapping. Beth casually brushed off pieces of white jumpsuit from the shoulder of her labcoat, which she closed up again before turning to her students. "Now, class, what have we learned from this?" The brunette gingerly raised her hand. "That sexual gratification in males often supersedes the survival instinct?" "No," said Beth flatly. The redhead raised her index finger. "That men are stupid?" "Better," said Beth, grinning. The blonde raised her hand high over her head, supporting her arm with her opposite hand. "Oh! Oh! Oh! I got it!" "Yes?" asked Beth. The blonde beamed. "We've learned that girls are smarter than boys, and we should prove it again by getting dozens more to pop like balloons for us!" "That's correct," said Beth, as a big smile spread across her lovely face. "That's an 'A' for you, missy!" "Misty," the blonde corrected her, but Beth was already busy bringing in the next subject.	null	[ "Full Body Inflation", "Male Inflation", "Clean Popping", "chemical", "lab", "women inflating men" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 6, "longest_sentence": 56, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 147, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (6) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence" ], "score": 29 }	29	false
First off, I don't own any Digimon series. However, I do own the char named Alphonse and Amelia in this series. I apologize first hand if there are Spelling and/or grammar errors because English is my second (Probably except dialogs). All introductions are similar to the previous chapters. Anything Else, please enjoy. Chapter 54: Full Intuition in Dreamless Sleep. Back in Gennai's mansion around evening, Al and the Junior Destinies reported their mission to Gennai and the senior Destinies. They were also surprised to hear the aftermath of the mist to Al. He told him that the hooded figure choked him just the same as when he dream about it last night. He also told them the message. "I will be the last of the list." "I, as in the hooded figure itself?" Gennai asked Al. "Actually, it said 'you will be' which mean, me." Al explained to him. "But what does it mean 'last of the list'?" Izzy asked in confusion. "You got me." Al replied. "Heck, I don't even know any of it mean." Everyone was frowned with his answer. "Right, let's put this 'list' on our next topic for tomorrow. For now, let's hit the hay." Gennai announced while clapping his hand. "Meeting's adjourn." "All right, nap time." Guilmon replied as he laid himself on the futon. Everyone laughed by Guilmon's juvenile act. But Al's smile soon faded still thinking about the list the hooded figure mentioned. 'One thing that I know, I shouldn't let my guard down.' He thought. He suddenly got a cold shiver. 'I've got a bad feeling about this.' He thought again as he ready to turn himself to bed along with half of the Destinies. At midnight in random forest in unknown land, a disastrous event struck in the heart of the forest. Many Digimons in various species, such as beast, plants, insects, even avian species, were running away from something. While they were running, a golden staff lunges toward the fleeing Digimons and pierced the Digimon's head at the tree. The Digimon is instantly dead and dispersed into data. The scattered data flowed into one place that was shrouded in darkness. When the data gathered inside the darkness, a figure shone in pure darkness. The figure itself is the same figure as the one the Destinies were after, the hooded figure. The hooded figure chuckled a bit and raised its hand and summoned three fire foxes from its cloak. The foxes were scattered around the forest and collide at random places, causing massive explosion that killed any unfortunate Digimons in the way. Again, data pieces emerge from within the forest and the hooded figure absorbed the data. It took more time for a massive data sipped into its body, but it was worth it. Finally, the hooded figure laughed to its heart content with a massive, heavy, sore, cold, male voice. The hooded figure teleported out from the forest, leaving terror to the Digimons that survived the massacre. Back at the mansion, most of the Destinies sound asleep after having a rough day. But one is still awake, as he toss and turn around his futon from left to right and vice versa. Even if he could sleep, he will awake 30 minutes later. Another Digimon noticed his insomnia problem. "Having trouble sleeping, Alphonse?" the sleepy feminine voice asked the insomnia Digimon. The insomnia Digimon named Al looked at another Digimon that ask him, who's very familiar to him. "A bit, Amelia." He replied with a sigh. "I just can't stop thinking about the list that hooded figure mentioned. It really disturbed me and I have a bad feeling about it." "Please worry not." Amelia replied as she got closer to hug him. "You must rest for tomorrow." Al felt the warmth sipping through his body when Amelia, the emerald eye Renamon, hugged him. He suddenly felt sleepy and his eyes couldn't restrain anymore. "I'll... try..." Al simply answered tiredly and falls back to sleep again. Amelia gave a small relief sigh and put Al back to his futon. She also laid next to him on the same futon. She caressed his cheek to calm him more. Al simply leaned to her arm like an Earth feline. Amelia simply chuckled quietly. 'Alphonse, you are the youngest and bravest cub I've ever known. Even though danger lurks to harm you, you always face forward. I am honored to be your partner, friend, and maybe a lover, master.' She thought while looking at Al's innocent face. She slowly kissed his forehead and Al wiggled after it. She pulled the blanket to cover both of them and snuggled up to comfort herself to sleep. Night turned into morning, and everyone except Al already woke up to do their respective chore. Amelia is already awake but she insists to stay with him. The Destinies who wanted to tease or wake him ended with shush from Amelia. Al finally awake after an hour and a half later by nudging faintly on Amelia. Amelia smiled and kissed him on the forehead. Al was caught by surprise a bit with the wakeup call. "Good morning, Alphonse." Amelia greeted him. Al slowly opened one of his eyes to see who greet him. His vision is still a bit woozy, but he could tell it was Amelia by yellow fur, slightly white on the ear and a faint dark green eyes. "I am groaning, not moaning." Al mumbled teasingly at her. "Sounds a little off, don't you think?" Amelia giggled. "I know." Al replied as he is turning around in his futon. "I'm just teasing you." Al let out a huge yawn from his maw. "What are you doing in my bed?" "I can see you are more relaxed when I'm close to you, so I help myself." She replied and slowly got up from his futon. "So how are you this morning?" 'Oh yeah, I couldn't sleep last night.' Al thought while yawning again. "I slept like a log." He answered. His eyes suddenly opened wide as he just remembered something. "That is good." Amelia smiled at him. "And also bad," Al continued her sentence. "I had a dreamless sleep and that is not a good sign." He quickly got up and walked to the door. He ran to the monitor room just to see Kazu is ready to evolve his partner Guardromon. "Hey, you awake." Kazu greeted. "Good morning, kiddo." "Morning, Kazu." Al shortly greeted. "Please Guardromon, I need to check out something for the last nine hours." "Sure thing." Guardromon replied in metallic voice. "What kind of things would you like to check?" "Something out of the ordinary and it is either in the game or in the Digital World." Al answered seriously. Guardromon and Kazu saw the serious look in Al's eyes and they gave the same serious look. "Alright, please let me evolved into Andromon and I will speed up the process." Guardromon replied. He looked back at Kazu and he gave a confirmation nodded. He took his D - Server and point at Guardromon. He channeled his will power and the D-Server started to beep. The screen suddenly flashing with a text 'Matrix Evolution' and Guardromon is cast with ribbon data. The cocoon data slowly dispersed and there stood taller than Kazu is Andromon. Andromon moved to obtain some wires and attached into himself. Amelia came to the monitor room after folding Al's and her futon. She wanted to ask Al about his dreamless sleep when she saw that Andromon grabbed some wires and attached to himself. "Is there something wrong, Al?" She finally asked after seeing Andromon starts busying himself. Al looked at Amelia at the door and then looked back to Andromon. "I sometimes had a bad vibe when I have no dream." Al seriously answered her question. "And sometimes it was rarely true. Let's just hope it is just my paranoia." Al, Kazu, Amelia and Andromon keep on focusing on the search inside the game first and it is just 3 percent progress. On the hall way, Wormmon has been assign to mop the wooden floor near the monitor room. He is dedicated to his task that he is angry when Calumon suddenly running around carrying a fresh unfold laundry sheet and Coronamon chase after him. "I just mopped there." Wormmon yelled at both of them. "Sorry!" Coronamon replied and turn on the corner. As for Calumon, he only giggled while running with a sheet. Wormmon gave a sigh because someone ruining his effort but he keep on mopping until he reached at the monitor room. He accidently looked inside and saw Al and Amelia are awake with their back facing him. "Good morning, Alphonse." He greeted. But Al didn't notice because he is too focusing on the search. He shrugged and continued his work. After he finished the mopping for about 15 minutes, he grabbed the bucket and tossed the water into the yard only to be turned as water bubbles inside the lake. He went back to the kitchen just to see Ken reading some newspaper with his warm green tea on the table and Juri washing the dishes with Yolei. Ken was busy reading the newspaper that he didn't realize that Wormmon entered the kitchen to stash in the bucket and the mop. When he flipped the paper, he saw glimpse of forest green wandering to the sink. "Oh Wormmon, are you finished with your chores for today?" He asked while greeted him. "I'm done for today, Ken." He answered while stowing the bucket and mop inside the closet. "Al is finally awake, though." "Oh... Where is he now?" Yolei asked him. "He is in the monitor room with Amelia. But, he seems so focus that he didn't heed my greeting." He answered and walks toward Ken. "That is unusual. He overslept and miss breakfast." Ken simply replied. "Ready for work?" Wormmon nodded and Ken took out his D - Server and scanned him in. "I'll make some rice balls for them, have fun you two." Juri volunteered and washed her own hand. Ken simply waved them and went out to the portal. Juri prepared a dish and looked in the rice cooker. The amount of the rice can make at least two medium size portions. She made two medium size rice balls and took it to the monitor room for Al and Amelia eat. Juri walked to the monitor room and peer a bit from the door. She indeed saw Al and Amelia in the monitor room looking on the large screen, as well as Kazu. "Morning, Al, Amelia. I hear that you are here." Juri greeted them. "I brought some breakfast for you two." Amelia heard her faintly and look away from the screen. She indeed saw Juri carrying a plate with odd food for her. "Morning Juri. I didn't realize you coming. What is that?" Amelia asked her. "It's a rice ball we called Onigiri." Juri replied while placing a plate on the vacant space table. "What are you two doing in the monitor room?" "Not me, Alphonse told me that he had a bad vibe and ask Andromon to look for any unusual things." She replied while pick one rice ball. She sniffed it for a bit and took a bite. There is a slight salty taste which is enough flavors for any plain rice. "What do you mean?" Juri asked her than looked at Al still focused on the screen. Amelia looked back as well and swift her vixen tail like a whip intentionally at Al. Al snapped from his focus and looked who the culprit that whipped him. He saw it was Amelia. She looks angry a bit and there is Juri looking at him in confusion. "Morning, Juri. Why are you doing that, Amelia and what is that you are eating?" He asked while rubbing the pain. "Just need some attention and this is rice ball." Amelia simply answered. "Juri asked you about your bad vibe." "What... oh." Al suddenly realized that he is so focus on the search that he forgot his surroundings. "Sorry about that. I had a dreamless sleep last night. Whenever I had a dreamless sleep, it means that it is a bad sign. I've learned this when my father died." "I've heard that your father died in the car crash form Rika." Juri remembered the story. Amelia just heard it and surprise. "Yes, he was." Al sadly replied. "Since then I always paranoid whenever I had a dreamless sleep." Al sighed and rubbed his back head. "Most of it is just my paranoia and rarely true. I don't know." "So that is why you are so focused on the screen. You were so cautious and proved it is just another false alarm." Juri concluded. "That's the idea." Al agreed. "So I asked Andromon to scan for any unusual activities in around last night." "So far we saw nothing." Kazu reported. "The scanner shows nothing around the unprotected area inside the game or any similarity like the Dragon Valley you went yesterday." Andromon reported the progress. "That is one down." Al relieved a bit. "And the hardest part is just started." Andromon continued. "Hardest?" Al asked in confusion. "Finding any abnormalities in the Digital World is like finding a needle in a hay stack. At least that is what the human terms means." Andromon slightly looked at Al to answer his confusion and looked back to the screen. "It will take approximately one and a half hour to full scan the Digital World, unless we happened to scan in the right area by coincidence." Al groaned for the duration. "Worry not. If we find it in less than that, we will let you know." Al thanked him for their efforts and accepting his plead. He looked back just to see Amelia finished her rice ball. As if on cue, his stomach starts rumbling. Juri, Amelia and Kazu looked at him and laughed. "I guess I need some breakfast right about now." Al blushed big time for it. "It is way pass breakfast, Al. That is why I brought you rice balls." Juri answered while still holding her laughter. "And I guess you won't have any if I eat the last one." Amelia teased him. "It is simple and tasty." "Aw come on, Mel." Al protested. "Too late." She stated when she took the last rice ball and walk outside the room. Al chased her for the last rice ball the rest is laughing by the scenery. And when they heard, "Come on, Mel. Give it back, I'm starving down here." Followed by, "Argh... You ate it!" that is when everyone laughed out loud. Al came back with tears sipping out from his defeated eyes and as for Amelia, she gave a satisfied smile. Al wanted to ask some more of it but Juri only raised her hand telling him there is no more. His sorrow is doubled. Kazu gave sympathy to him. That's when he saw the D - Server. He remembered there is a food dispenser that creates tasteless meat. So he took his chance and pleaded at him. "Please you've got to let me in there. I'd rather eat that tasteless meat than starved by that mean fox." Kazu only gave a defeated sigh and point the D - Server at Al. When the scanning is in process Al only gave thank you to Kazu and disappeared inside the D - Server. Inside the D - Server, Al rushed to the dispenser and ordered a regular size meat. When the meat appeared, he starts to chow down despite the tasteless texture. "You shouldn't tease him like that, Amelia." Kazu sighed at her. "You are right. I shouldn't, he has problems enough already since last night. He had trouble sleeping last night. That is why he overslept and I felt sorry for him." Amelia sighed as well. "At least, he is back a bit." Al gave a tongue to her. By the time he almost finish the meat, Andromon called him. He found something unusual in the Woodland in the Digital World. He saw several craters indicating a fierce brawl occurred last night. "More like a massacre to me." Al corrected from inside the D - Server. "I'm done with the fast breakfast. Get me out and assemble the meeting. We are going to investigate this." Thats it. Thank you for any comments, critics, corrections, faves, watches and rates. Especially those who follow the stories so far. Arigatou.	Chapter 54: Full Intuition in Dreamless Sleep. by rsareal	[ "Digimon", "Human", "Long", "No-Yiff", "Story Progression", "Various Species" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 4, "longest_sentence": 33, "num_participle_phrases": 3, "num_sentences": 301, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence" ], "score": 13 }	13	false
Authors note:This is a filler :) Gyrich hasn't yet gotten much of a following and as such is picking on mutants to scared to challenge his views of them. I don't know if this timeline could work or not. If not just blame one of the zillions of alternate realities that seem to spring up LOL The next morning Mystique woke to find Squirrel Girl still out cold on the bed. poor thingshe thought as she stretched. I probably gave her the best orgasm she'd had since her first.She smiled at the thought and then moved t o the stool over by the treehouse window. She could see why her friend won't leave this place. During noon (which Mystique guessed by where the sun currently was) the park was alive with people. Joggers, businessmen on lunch break, families picnicking, It was very peaceful. As she looked around for her clothes she started to wonder. Last night she felt better than she had since loosing Irene. She knew enough about love to know it didn't hit like lightening all the time, but there were moments you just couldn't ignore it. She should be happy, after all to the world she no longer exists, but she is a mutant and dare say one of the most wanted in the world. She would be uncovered eventually. That thought made her frown. Why couldn't people leave her be? She was a criminal, she knew that. Even if some of her "jobs" were for the greater good how could she convince people of it. She has played with the lives of people for so long now...she doesn't want to play with this one. She knows in her soul she will eventually. Good old mystique never does something not to her advantage damn her. As she sat thinking Squirrel Girl woke up. After a rather exhilarating stretch she sat up and looked around for Mystique who was no longer in bed. Seeing her by the window the young mutant made her way over to Mystique and gave her a hug. "Good Morning" Mystique smiled as the furry arms held her close. She moved her arms to rest on Squirrel girls and sighed. "It can't work you know. Even dead I'm to high profile to be forgotten, They'll find me...and you." Squirrel Girl nodded. "I know. Trust me, I know. People have silently "known" I've been here for a while now." Mystique turned her head. "How did you find out?" Squirrel Girl smiled and pointed out the window to a kind of circle in the park. "Some anti-mutant dork had a few moments out there telling the people of the towns mutants. after they arrested him for public disturbance people started talking. The problem is for me at least it backfired." "Mystique arched an eyebrow and smiled lightly. She loved it when the anti-mutant movement got set back. "What happened?" Squirrel Girl giggled. "Well, ya could say I got adopted. usually by nightfall there is a basket below this tree with some food for the following day. I even got a Christmas present last year." She smiled and went over to a small desk where a badge sat. She brought it over to show a curious mystique who looked at it and smiled. "Official Park Patrol Staff." She laughed. "That fits. So you are a member of the night crew here?" Squirrel Girl shrugged. "I'm here when they need me. Most of my work is daytime, though usually pretty stealth. Rescuing kittens and kids from trees. saves a lot of money since with me around they don't have to keep fire ladder trucks close and can use them where they do more good." Mystique nodded and then a thought crossed her mind. "Have you told the city of the rapists?" Squirrel girl hung her head. "Not yet. My main problem is usually they have masks. The only one I ever truly saw was a driver, it was the anti-mutant jerk. I guess this is his way of saying I'm not safe even with the city." Mystique growled. "Do you know who he is?" Squirrel girl nodded. "Someone named Gyrich. Seems he is trying to get some political power and is using mutants to get it." Mystique slammed her fist on the window. "DAMNIT!" she covered her mouth immediately and moved away from the window hoping no one would see her. "Sorry...I just know the name...very well." Squirrel Girl looked confused then it hit her. "He is making your life hell to?" Mystique nods. "HE has every right to. I abandoned him years ago, and now he blames all mutants for his hard life. I'm his mother." Squirrel girl shouted this time feeling like the peace she had hoped she had found being ripped from her. "NO! You're lying admit it...PLEASE!" Squirrel Girl didn't care who heard her. Unlike Mystique even though she was rarely seen people knew her voice. Mystique moved quickly over to Squirrel girl to try and calm the young woman's nerves. "Shhh...I'm sorry. I should've know it would hurt you. Damnit anyhow. Now I know I can't stay here." Squirrel girl started to choke. She wanted to cry so bad, to try and convince Mystique that she could stay, but knowing how persistent Gyrich could be she knew once he learned she had a friend he wouldn't rest until he found out who and then there would be no escape. She would be red flagged with Mystique. Even if she never saw her again. Then a thought struck her. "I know how you can stay" Squirrel girl said with a grin. Mystique blinked and backed ut of the hug looking confused at her friend. "How?" Squirrel girl smiled "You're a shapeshifter aren't you? We just have to take your publicly hated form and change it to one "Squirrel Girl points to herself "that is more acceptable." Mystique smiles. Of course. She could assume Squirrel Girls form and have at least some mobility AND keep an eye on her more annoying pup. Maybe she could even get revenge on him and her rapists... Mystique smiles and in a flash Squirrel Girl had a twin. The two mutants chuckled and thought of all the fun they could have now. Gyrich was in for a nasty surprise. As Mystique glanced over her new body she saw Squirrel Girl looking at her. She smiles and says "Thinking about a little self exploration?" Squirrel Girl blinked not sure what her double meant. Seeing the uncertainty Mystique moved back onto the bed with Squirrel Girl and took one of her hands and placing it on her breast. "Ever wonder what you feel like to someone else?" Squirrel Girl was mesmerized. She knew that mystique could assume any form but she didn't expect it to be so...real. She stared at the body which was a replica of her own and moved her other hand up to Mystique's other breast. "they feel so real." Mystique grinned "they are. Now go ahead and "explore your body" she said with a feral grin. Squirrel Girl Smiled and moved up to kiss Mystique. As their lips met the young mutants hands rubbed Mystiques nipples gently starting to try and get the courage to further explore. Only after a few minutes and at Mystiques insistence that her nipples were now VERY sensitive did Squirrel girl react, though not how Mystique thought. Squirrel girl, being new to this wanted to see how her body reacted to everything. Starting along that premise she moved her head down and started sucking on Mystiques over sensitive nipple. Mystique ground her fingers into the bed with a sharp his as she felt the pressure on her body and her hormones kicked in. She moved her hands to Squirrel girls head and tried to move it, but the young mutant would have none of it as she took a chance and flickered her tongue over the nipple. Mystique arched her back and lie back down on the bed as Squirrel girl moved with her keeping up the work on the sensitive nipple. As she heard Mystique moaning she decided that the nipple had suffered enough and moved to the other one. Mystique blinked and closed her eyes not even bothering to resist. This young lady was VERY interested in her body and was going to try it all before she was done. As Mystique was starting to calm down she felt Squirrel girls mouth move off her nipple exposing it to the air. with a sharp breath she looked up at her to see a grin on the young mutants face. "I may not be to much of an expert but I would guess you're enjoying this." Mystique nodded. Indeed she has sometimes done "Self Exploration" with others, though most of them were usually much more sexually mature than Squirrel girl. She was as close to a virgin as anyone could be. Squirrel Girl moved next to Mystique and let her hand slide along Mystiques belly. Mystique just smiled happy enough to sit here forever being loved by Squirrel Girl. then she heard a chuckle. "You know I think its time someone got payback." Mystique looked over in curiosity as Squirrel girl moved between her legs. Reaching up and taking Mystiques hand she made it slowly glide over her thigh and used her own hand to follow it. Mystique's eyes grew wide as she realized that Squirrel girl was going to try and make her come the same way Mystique had. As Mystiques guided hand moved up her thigh Squirrel Girl followed it with her long nails. Mystique gasped when Squirrel girl had her had between her legs. Just as she had done Squirrel Girl guided Mystiques hand along her inner lips following it as always with her nail. Mystique started to squirm a bit, but Squirrel Girl rested on her legs preventing her from moving to much. As Squirrel Girl started using Mystique's Fingers on her clit she got an odd idea. While Mystique was moaning from the attentions Squirrel girl made her hand give her Squirrel Girl moved her free hand between Mystique's legs and started rubbing the lips of her lover with her fingers. Mystiques eyes widened suddenly realizing whatever script the were following from last night just got tossed out. Mystique for her end decided it was time for another lesson. As she squirmed from all the attention she managed to pull Squirrel girls body into position where she could have some fun of her own. she was just starting to think of seeing how the girl would handle a finger when Squirrel girl beat her to the punch. Mystique let out a low howl as the curious woman slid a digit inside her and started tickling the insides of her. As she withered Squirrel girl sat up and stared at "her" face. She wanted to see herself come and she wouldn't stop until she had. Mystique finally getting some awareness pulled the young ladies legs over and slid a digit deep inside her wiggling like mad. Squirrel Girls eye widened like saucers as she collapsed as the assault on her body threw her mind in temporary shock. "All bets are off now" Warned Mystique as she sat up and slid her finger out long enough to slide her tongue in. Squirrel girl cried out. her body had been getting wet as she had worked over Mystique and now she was ready to climax. Mystique though wanted this climax to be one she would never forget. closing her eyes and concentrating she made her tongue shift into a form of a cock and stared literally fucking the young lady. Squirrel Girl tried to squirm as she felt a cock inside her and decided the only way was to send Mystique over the top. With that in mind she lowered her head, took a gulp and used her bucktooth to nibble on the clit of Mystique. Mystique almost choked. Even she hadn't thought of using the tooth like that before. She fell back as her thighs started to twitch and as Mystiques orgasm hit She saw Squirrel girl next to her smiling. "I always wondered what I looked like." She snuggled next to Mystique who's turn it was to pass out.	The Teachings of Squirrel Girl-Self Exploration by CatspawVP	[ "F/F", "Fanfiction", "Lesbian", "Marvel", "Mystique", "Squirrel", "Transformation" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 9, "longest_sentence": 50, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 158, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (9) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (6) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence" ], "score": 44 }	44	false
I had been in line for the metal detectors along with crews from different airlines and other passengers when I first noticed her. She stood by herself and didn't seem to know anyone else in line, though she wore the same burgundy-colored outfit as the rest of them. She stood two or three people ahead of me in line, and for the first couple of minutes, she blended in with the rest of the hubbub of the bustling airport. However, something about her drew my attention and I began to watch her. She was digging around furiously in the carryn bag slung across her shoulder, as though she had lost her keys or her wallet. I was amused watching her; her movements started out calm and then became faster and more impatient as she covered the same territory in her bag three, four times. She was cute in a Midwestern blonde sort of way, though in New York cute Midwestern imports are a dime a dozen. No one else seemed to notice her as she dropped to the ground and began pawing through the bag like a dog digging for a bone. I was thoroughly charmed by this entertaining little scene and had begun plotting how I could walk up to her and say hello when something spilled out of the bag onto the shiny airport floor. It was a scarf wrapped around something long and solid, presumably something delicate which needed to be protected from the bumps of travel. She made a grab at it but, in her haste, shoved it further away with her frantic fingers, causing the scarf to unfold on the floor in front of her. The object rolled smoothly without stopping, revealing at first a shape like a tall perfume bottle or candle and then unraveled to reveal something made of purple plastic in a very familiar shape. It's a goddamn dildo! I thought as I stared down at her scrambling hands. She clutched the whole mass of plastic and scarf to her chest, huddling over her bag and looking around like a cornered animal. No one had noticed her except for me, and I was too far away for her to see my shocked face. It happened so fast that for a moment I couldn't be sure of what I'd seen. But there was something unmistakable about the long, realistically-shaped (that is, for about 1/2 of one percent of the population), obscenely and glitteringly purple thing that she'd clutched in her nervous little fist that burned itself into my memory. She'd behaved with the same sort of panic that one would have when snatching their kid out from in front of an oncoming car, but I knew better. All women had these things nowadays, even the sweet little small-town girls. Especially the small-town girls. I stood in line two back from her trying very hard not to think about all the different ways a young lady such as herself could implement such a device when the people that separated us, a man and a woman traveling together, suddenly began to raise their voices. Apparently, someone had forgotten the tickets and there were vacation plans that hung in the balance. The couple hustled away from the line, leaving me to sidle up behind the flight attendant with my luggage. She faced stiffly forward and looked neither left nor right. I looked her over and realized that her hand was still in her open carryn bag, unmoving. She had her little fingers wrapped around the scarf and its contents. I could see her thumb stroking a small purple patch the scarf had exposed. "First time flying?" As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I wished them unsaid. Luckily, my delving eyes had lifted to face level by the time she turned around so I didn't seem like a complete creep. "Uh, no." She apparently had been in New York long enough that she felt entirely comfortable delivering one-word answers over her shoulder and maintaining an I'm-very-busy-so-backff attitude. "Sorry," I said to her neck. "You just seemed sort of nervous." No reply. "What flight are you on?" She turned around to face me and a small bloom of pink had come into her cheeks. "The number 408. To Reno," she said. She forced a closed-lipped, professional smile and nodded. She abruptly removed her hand from her bag and zipped it with an efficient squeal and looked up to the arrival/departure board with exaggerated interest. "Purple's my favorite color," I told her impulsively. My legs felt a little warm and I shifted my own bag across the front of my trousers, where part of me was becoming unkempt. "What?" she said, dismayed. Double take. "I said, I love the color purple. How about you?" "I don't...I don't know what you're talking about." She began to fidget with the strap on her bag, looking nervously around. I continued, quietly. "I saw you drop something. On the ground there, a minute ago." She said nothing, looking at the floor and blushing, blotches of pink coming out on her neck. A little mole dappled the underside of her jaw, near her ear, and I wondered how much pinker I could make the skin around it. "It was something for a friend. A birthday present," she muttered. "What, the scarf or the dildo?" She looked straight up into my eyes for the first time. Her skin must have felt hot for the blood pumping through it. She bit her lips hard and took a deep breath. Her mouth quivered as she tried to shape the words that shock kept in. "Sir," she began in a halting voice, "I don't--I don't know what you saw, but..." She trailed off and looked down. "I don't know what you're talking about," she repeated lamely. I didn't answer her but simply continued to look at her. I shifted my carryn off my hip and felt her eyes move down the front of my body. They lingered below my waist and her color darkened. "I have to go," she said suddenly, turning away. She grabbed her suitcase and hugged her bag against her body, stepping out of line and striding away. Shit, I thought. She's going to complain about being harassed to one of her superiors and I'm going to be kicked off the goddamn flight. I picked up my bags and lurched after her like a hunchback. "Wait!" I yelled after her. We trotted awkwardly like overladen pack animals across the terminal. I had to catch her. I had to make that flight to Reno today and a little indiscretion wasn't going to stop me. She was surprisingly quick and made it to some unlabeled but official-looking door behind an area of the terminal that was under construction well before me. "Miss!" I shouted as the door closed. "Shit!" I crashed into the door in my haste and grabbed at the doorknob, catching it just before it closed. Pulling it open as I gasped for air, I saw a dark, quiet hallway lined with horrid maroon and hunter green carpeting that looked and smelled new. The walls stank of new paint. I sniffed and dragged myself inside. The door shut behind me. "Hello?" I called and dropped the bags by the door. There were several doors on the left side of the corridor, dusty with brand-new handles. Uncertainly, I stepped forward for a moment and then hesitated. All I could think about was finding this woman and setting her straight. I was not a goddamn pervert. I scratched my softening erection and held still, listening. After a moment, a small sound came from the middle of the hallway, where the third door was slightly ajar, a sound of held-in breathing. I strode over the industrial carpeting and slipped my fingers into the crack of the door. I pulled it towards me and looked inside. It opened onto a small janitor's closet that was unlit and empty except for the young woman, who stood with her back in the corner. "Okay, lady," I said, opening the door wide so I could show her that I wasn't trying to trap her or mess with her. "Look, I'm sorry if I said something I shouldn't have. I was overstepping my bounds and I'm sorry, all right? Look, can we please just forget about the whole thing and get back in line? I'm on the Reno flight, too, and I can't miss it because I said something inappropriate to my flight attendant." She didn't answer me but continued to stand in darkness, her eyes gleaming. As I adjusted to the low light, I saw that she held something in her hands. It looked like a scarf. "You know, you shouldn't talk to strangers the way you just did," she said. Her bags were strewn on the floor and even in the low light, I could see that her breathing was labored from running. A lock of hair had pulled free of her bobby pinned hairdo and hung along side her face. I sighed and reached my hand out toward her. "Please," I begged and stepped further into the closet, "I'm sorry. Really." Instead of shrinking back against the wall, she took a small step forward and looked up at me. The scarf in her hands began to bob slowly from her left hand to her right as if she were playing monkey-in-the-middle with someone behind me. "So you saw what was in my bag," she said. "Look, I was just horsing around. I really didn't mean anything by it," I said. Shit. "Well," she said, taking another step toward me, "now that you know what I have here, I feel a little exposed." Her voice had taken on a strange quality, something lazy and singsongish. She slowly pulled the scarf so that its contents were revealed in all their glittery plastic glory in her right hand. Seeing her small hand grip the shaft of the dildo made me think, strangely, of a little girl playing school with her younger brother, holding the pointing stick in the air as she asked him questions. Her head lowered and she gazed down the front of my body like she had in the terminal. "Apparently, you're a little exposed, yourself," she said, fixing her eyes on my crotch. I didn't have to check myself to see why. While most of me was confused, my cock had found this odd conversation arousing. Instinctively, I moved my hand down to cover myself. She reached out and slapped my hand away. I was shocked by the sharp contact, and a little annoyed. "Look, lady, I don't know what you think you're--" "Shut up," she interrupted. I couldn't quite see her but it almost sounded like she was smiling in the darkness. She took my offended hand and opened it, palm facing her. She placed the dildo in it and looked up and me. Her eyes glittered. "I want you to do something for me," she said in a low voice that did not waver. "I haven't broken this in yet, and it's my policy never to do so alone." She paused. I saw that her breathing had not slowed. Her eyes glittered. "Uh, okay," I said, squinting my eyes and trying to see her facial expression. "What do you want me to do?" I was still coming out of the daze of panic that had led me there in the first place, and I wasn't sure this wasn't some kind of 'fucked-up' woman trap or something. For all I knew the authorities would be all over me at the touch of a button on her little flight attendant's beeper. She stepped forward and put her hands on my chest. "Whatever you want," she said and pinched my left nipple, hard. "Ow!" I hollered, grabbing her wrist with my free hand and pulling her hand away. Her intake of breath told me of the thrill that gave her. I rammed my body into hers and moved her against the back of the closet, still holding her wrist above her. "What the fuck," I breathed down at her. "You're just all talk, aren't you; all demure and sweet until it comes down to getting what you want." She didn't answer me. "Huh?" I said, moving my body into hers, feeling her breasts crush themselves against my ribs. I bent my knees and pressed one of my thighs in between her legs. Her mouth opened and I heard a small gasp as I lifted my leg against her warm mound, pressing her in a slow rhythm. One of the oldest tricks I'd ever learned and it still worked. I still hadn't let go of her wrist. "This skirt is getting in the way," I muttered as she rocked up and down on my thigh. I stuck the dildo in my pocket and began to slip my fingers into the waistband of her skirt. She managed to moan, "No, leave it. Just slip it up," and tried to lean down to show me. My body blocked her and I kept her where she was. "Hold still," I said as I reached down and gathered up the folds of fabric cascading down around my occupied leg, lifting the skirt slowly up her thighs. I slid my fingers along her pantyhosed skin as I rocked between her legs, leaning my mouth down over her open lips. Her eyes were closed and her mouth spasmed as my lips came close to hers, like a baby reaching for something to suckle. My cock was swollen and demanding attention but I focused on the task at hand. My thumb fanned in small circles across her moving thigh, stroking upwards in search of a panty line...nothing. She was naked under the nylons! The realization made my cock throb and I pressed against her harder. She moaned, the little hand I held in my fist clutching at the air. I continued to hold her in place as I rubbed my thumb along the outside and then the inside of her hip. She squawked and wriggled and as I leaned my mouth down over her again, I caught her lips in mine and pulled on them, slowing her down and pacing her. My fingers slid close to the joining of my thigh and her moist center and I thrust my thumb against the strained tendon running down in the inside of her leg. She sighed into my mouth. I felt her other hand move across the back of my neck and she pulled me closer to her. I released her lips and threw my shoulder against hers until she cried out and stopped. "Hold still," I ordered her. I moved my thigh and replaced it with my hand. She had soaked through the nylons with her dripping sweetness. I leaned down and kissed her again, squeezing her wrist once before I let it go. She was a good girl and paid attention and let her hand fall to her side. With both my hands I explored her throat and shoulders, her lovely clavicle and the skin of her soft chest. I avoided her breasts, however, and when I reached her ribcage she cried out quietly and lifted her body toward me. I ignored her and kept moving further down. She trembled with the soft strokes on her belly and shivered as my thumbs played along the folds of her skirt. I slipped my hands beneath it and reached back up for the soft wetness waiting there for me. A soft 'oh' came as I teased along the seam that ran up the middle, soaked and warm to the touch. With a swift movement, I grasped both sides of the pantyhose right along the thin line against her body and pulled away from the seam. "Hey!" she cried out as a firm rrrrip marked the ruin of her undergarment. "I don't have another pair of nylons!" "Maybe you should have thought about that before you brought me in here," I said as I pulled the tatters from her thighs, exposing her body to the air. I dug my thumbs back in to her soft thighs and wrapped my hands around her hips, tugging her toward me and then shoving her back against the wall. I heard her head strike it slightly as she gave herself up to the feeling of being moved like a doll. "Now what exactly was it you told me I could do?" I asked her, leaning in. I spread her open with my hands still wrapped around her hips and scented her warm pussy. She gazed up at me in surrender. "Whatever you want." She raised a hand feebly to my shoulder and let it rest there. I kept my eyes locked with hers and moved one of my hands across the inside of her hip and slid it, palm down, across her cunt. My knuckle hit her clit and she jumped. I turned my hand, palm side up, and cupped her, feeling the wet curls and the lips they adorned. Her hips moved toward me and I let the tip of my middle finger slide along her slit. I lifted my other hand and played my fingertips across the globe of her breast. In the same smooth motion, I pushed two fingers into her juicy tightness and clasped her nipple between my finger and my thumb. She gasped and clutched at my shoulders with trembling hands, still looking up into my eyes. Her pussy was tight and, though it was wet and ready for me, I took my time in working my fingers deeper into her. Moisture flowed over my thumb as I began to work her clit slowly to the rhythm of my delving hand. Her nipple grew hard under my touch and I pinched it, first gently like the tug of a mouth and then harder, jerking it out from her body and making her breath catch in her throat. She had begun to swear, in bites and whispers, and she had closed her eyes again. "Look at me," I said, pumping her moist passage with my insistent hand. She opened her glazed eyes. I pinched her nipple and watched her mouth open wider, silently, her jaw dropping. "What are you saying?" She gasped, "I...I was swearing, I think." "What were you saying?" Her head rocked in time to her pumping hips. "I said...fuck." "Fuck," I repeated and fucked her faster with my fingers. She began to make mewling sounds and I knew my work on her clit was getting her ready for more. "You like to fuck, don't you?" She nodded and held on to my shoulders. I dropped her nipple and reached into my pocket. "Why don't you show me how much you like to fuck." The dildo was warm from being next to my body and I slid it along the inside of her thigh as I continued with her cunt. She seemed not to notice it, her eyes closed again and her body rocking back into the wall. I withdrew my fingers and moistened the end of the dildo with her swollen pussy lips. She moved expectantly and spread her legs for me. I almost chuckled. "Turn around," I said. "What?" She looked confused and stared into my eyes. "I thought--" "It's my game, sweetheart. You said 'whatever I want.' And this is what I want." I grinned down at her and gave her a light kiss. She pouted, but she turned around and faced the wall, placing her hands on either side of her head. Her little ass, cute and pale in the darkness, was tight with nervous anticipation and I was ready to burst. I put the dildo where my fingers had been and twirled the head of it inside her cunt lips. She sighed, a sound of relieved pleasure, and spread her legs for me to have better access. She was used to its size -- break it in, my ass -- and only sighed when it slid up into her tight little trap. I leaned up against her again and pushed my hips into her, pumping the dildo firmly in and out. Her pussy juices poured down my hand as she scratched the wall. With my free hand I tugged at my belt and my fly, sliding my pants down and pulling my boxers over my knees. My cock was stiff and aching and it was all I could do not to stuff her to the gills right there. I switched grips with the dildo, from one hand to the other, and continued with her pussy while I slid the sticky fingers of my free hand further back along the divide between her buttocks. She stiffened. "Look," she said, turning her head to try to look at me, "I've only done that once, and I really didn't like it." The muscles of her ass were tight. "My choice," I reminded her. "And I promise your opinion will change after today." "I don't think--" she started and gasped as I prodded at her little bunched opening, gently touching her closed folds while I fucked her with the dildo. She groaned as I pumped it faster and distracted her, relaxing and opening her hips wider. My wet middle finger pushed slowly against her asshole and slid inside without too much trouble. Her body clung to it and made my cock pulse. I pulled the finger out and slid it in again, this time following it with my index finger. She cried out and tensed. "It hurts!" she exclaimed. I didn't answer her but pushed slowly inside her, giving her a moment to adjust. I felt a pulse inside her rear end and pressed further, twisting my hand, opening her up. She writhed on the double skewer, torn between the pleasure of the plastic cock in her cunt and the invasion from behind. After a few moments of getting her used to my fingers, I began to pump them in and out of her backside, slowly at first, stretching her out. She held her breath at the new sensation, and I saw her hand drop between her legs to stroke her clit. "I knew you'd like that," I muttered to her back and rubbing my prick against her soft skin. "How about a little more?" She nodded, pushing her body back to meet my hands as they drove back into her body. I kept my two fingers in her ass and withdrew the dildo from her pussy for a minute. She sighed and clawed backwards at me, reaching for her toy, and I thrust my fingers all the way inside her to get her attention. She grunted and stayed still, spread and waiting for me. I ran my free hand over her widepen pussy, collecting some of her greasy wetness, and stroked it over my waiting cock. It jumped in my hand, its head hard and the skin stretched tight, and I felt how ready I was. I pulled my fingers out of her ass, leaving her completely untouched, before putting my hand between her thighs. "Open," I said. "Wider." After a pause, she spread her legs further. I took my cock, bobbing and almost sore from the delay, and ran it along the inside of her thighs outside her pussy. She moved her hips back to me and waited. I continued to run my stiffness up along her cleft, past her perineum, and rested the head at her asshole. She tensed again but kept her body open. With one hand, I opened her anus up, already a little moist from my fingerings, and I grasped my prick with the other. I was slick from the lubing I'd given myself but I still took my time. Didn't want to ruin her second-ever experience with this. With a gentle thrust, I nestled the tip of my cock inside her tight hole and stopped. She was breathing heavily still, but I couldn't tell whether she was turnedn or scared. I waited, then pushed in an inch or so. "Ah!" she cried and held herself still. Suddenly, I noticed that her hand was still down between her legs. She was still stroking herself. "Good girl," I said and curled one of my hands around the front of her body, cradlng her breast and playing with her nipple. I felt her tight body clinging to my cock and I couldn't hold myself back. I drove my hardness into her rear and felt that tight, tight squeeze all along my shaft. I grunted and grabbed her ass with my hand, palming her as I pulled back and pushed in again. She cried out and began that fuck, oh, fuck again. Her body was so warm around my prick and I moaned. I drove myself into her ass slowly at first but as she opened up for me I pumped her faster and faster. I looked up and saw her free hand clawing and grasping at the wall. Her body seemed to suck on my cock and my balls burned, but she still hadn't come yet, and I wanted to see her lose control. I paused for a moment and looked around. The dildo had slid to an ignoble resting place against one of my shoes and pointed up at us with its darkly glistening head. I stopped pumping against my captive, keeping myself buried all the way inside her. She stopped moving and waited for me, rubbing herself and panting quietly. "I want one more thing," I said to her as she turned her head, with difficulty, to see me. "What?" she breathed. She leaned her head against her arm. Her body quivered slightly. "I want to know if I can make you even tighter than you are." She didn't answer me. I knew she was nervous but she'd learned that refusal was hardly an option in this little game of ours. I held her body against mine, her ass still spread upon my stiff prick, and rocked her downwards with me as I leaned over and picked up her toy. I stood us both back up and pushed her back into position. "Lick it," I told her and held the end of it around to her face. She immediately stuck her tongue out and began to taste her own juices, tentatively at first, then with a sweet little swirling tongue and hungry mouth. I moved a little back in forth inside her as she tugged on it with her lips, reminding her to keep herself spread wide for me. She moaned around the fake cock and pushed her hips back against me. With my last bit of reserve, I removed the dildo from her mouth and put it down between her legs. I withdrew myself from her backside and left only the head of my cock inside her. She stood still and quivered, waiting for me. "Yeah," she said as the toy grazed her cunt lips. I felt her fingers open her dripping tightness up for me as I took my cue. It slid into position easily, with the benefit of such a moist reception, and I lodged it with no trouble as deeply inside her as I dared. She sighed and rotated her ass slightly so that I had better access to her tight rear. My cock pulsed and I whispered, "Hold the dildo in place for me." She obliged, both hands now between her legs and her face pressed against the wall. She began again to rub herself and I felt her body moving of its own accord. I grabbed her hips and inhaled, smelling our sex and its residues on our hands and bodies. With a small push, I eased myself up her ass gently. God, she was so tight now with the dildo in her pussy, it was almost too much. She grunted as I slid into her and steadied myself with my hands on her sweet little ass. It felt like I was being squeezed by a thousand little hands and I gasped. I withdrew and drove in again, feeling her body open a bit to take me in, feeling her thighs twitch as she stroked herself more fervently, feeling my need for her take over. I began to pump myself into her ass with deepening strokes, my balls tickled by the end of the dildo sticking out of her cunt. She moaned into the wall and swore for me, "Fuck, fuck, oh, yeah, fuck my ass." That was all I needed! I gripped her hips and pounded against her, feeling the orgasm building from my toes up my legs and boiling in my guts. Finally, she came for me, her forehead against the wall, her shoulders jerking forward, her body twitching around my cock. "My turn," I said, and pumped into her once, twice, and exploding with a groan. I filled her tight little insides with cum as I shook and shivered behind her. She sighed and moved back on my pulsing prick, almost tenderly holding me inside her for the few moments after we came. We sagged together, sighing against the wall, until the sounds of the airport came back to us. Snapping to life, we pulled ourselves apart. "Which flight did you say you were going to be on?" I asked her. She held the dildo, still greased from her body's moistures, in her hand. She looked me straight in the eye, a small smile on her lips. She slipped the device into her bag, sealing it away with a zip, and walked by me out into the hallway. "Reno. Flight 408. I'll see you there."	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(F TF various, shrinking) Paul and Cheshire were getting pretty serious with their relationship, but he had been to her appartment far more than she had been to his house. But now she was about to have an extended stay. Paul had been called off suddenly on a very important business trip to help with a merger with his company, which meant he could not be home to look after his pet. Cheshire was only able to kiss him goodbye as he left for work, and would not return for three days. The house was a single floor, pretty small but really nice too, modern with a lot of windows, which seemed like a waste since he almost always had the blinds up. Even with the blinds on, more than enough sunlight filtered in to illuminate the place well. The well kept countertops and chrome appliances almost hurt to look at with the lights on, Cheshire was used to her small apartment, lit by a single 200w lightbulb. She glanced around nervously with her dark blue eyes, walking veeeery slowly and scanning every bit of her surroundings. Paul's pet was the reason they went back to her tiny apartment rather than his place. Chaotic and borderline dangerous. After looking around quietly she grumbled to herself. Cheshire could not find her, the devious little beast she was supposed to 'look after'. "So... a ferret named Mink. Sort of confusing, eh?" "I also usually take the fur color and tail of a weasel too, hehe. My original owner was a little senile..." Cheshire quickly turned around trying to use the direction of the voice to find her. She did not know the layout of Paul's house well enough to know if something was out of place! Her best guess was a chair sitting by a jacket closet near the foyer. To try to spook her out, Cheshire stomped toward it, but nothing happened. She did not look far enough down to see the small white snake with pale pink ring patterns slither by. Cheshire froze up when she felt the snake quickly slither around her ankle and ascend her leg under her pants. "So our Paul is off to work for some time, hmm? A pitty for him, but we can have fun while he is away, just the girls~" Cheshire chuckled nervously. "I am just here to keep you company and make sure everything is ok with the house while he is gone, Mink. So, no wild parties or anything, we have to respect his house still." Cheshire was surprised the person who sold Mink to Paul didn't also tell him not to get her wet or feed her past midnight. Mink had been passed down from another owner and was very clearly not a normal ferret. She has become a shape shifter, allowing her to transform into basically anything she wants, which was why Cheshire thought she might be a chair. "Mmm, why would I trash his house? It is my house too. What about us though? We should do some bonding. We may end up sisters in law one day." "Haha. I suppose, what did you have in mind?" Mink transformed into a copy of Cheshire just as she slithered into her shirt, causing the front to explode wide open as Mink flew out and onto her feet, nude. Cheshire quickly tried to cover herself, scowling at Mink rendering the act pointless- since she was a duplicate now and completely uncovered. Cheshire had cherry oak colored hair to her shoulders though- Mink's was a base brown, remaining the color her overcoat would be. Her eyes remained the same no matter what form she took as well- her iris are lilac purple, and her unusual pupils are the shape of plus signs normally, but narrow to minus signs when she is aggitated or sad. "While the boy is away the girls can play~" Mink got uncomfortably close to Cheshire. "We can convince him of a threesome when he comes back. Imagine how giddy that will make him!" "N-no, Mink. You just exploded my shirt! This is what we mean when we say don't go overboard. This is overboard!" Mink grumbled. "Oh come on, it wasn't an expensive shirt. I will do your chores for a few weeks to pay it off. Let loose, have a little fun!" Mink grabbed her copies of Cheshire's breasts and wobbled them in her hands. "Put these puppies to good use! There bigger than I thought they would be, that bra must be too tight! That isn't good for them, you know." Cheshire went to grab her arms to make her stop shaking her tits around but the moment she took her arms off her own breasts Mink swooped her hand up, slicing the front of the bra and causing the pressurised boobs within to throw the cups open! Mink's hands were once again tipped with tiny but sharp claws of her true self and easily cut the fabric. From the claws on her hands and feet, fur started to creep up her body. It was fluffy and very soft. It was base brown on most of her, but white on her stomach, chest, the front of her neck and her inner thighs. She took a very long, deep breath and the breasts tightened as her chest expanded from her breath. Instead of exhaling after though, she arched forward and her spine gave off some dull pops and extended drastically. She arched further and further over without bending her hips at all, her spine was becoming incredibly long as the fur reached her body and continued to spread. The area between hip and ribs became quite long and extremely flexible, and even her neck grew quite long. The fur around her neck and collar got extremely poofy, almost mimicing breasts from the volume of fluff on her chest. When she stood up and arched a bit backwards now though, her breasts had already been properly replaced with two rows of four erect vibrant pink nipples poking out of her fur down her long torso. Her tail erupted from behind her like a snake lunging at prey, lashing through the air as the fur became bushier with every swing. Her tail was absolutely gigantic- easily as big as the entire rest of her body and very fluffy. Her face became very slightly pointed in a demi-snout, her nose turning small pink and cool to the touch. She still had a copy of Cheshire's hair, but colored the same as her fur. When she grinned you could see her teeth were all very narrow and very sharp. Her ears migrated up her head, near but not on the top, and became pointed. Her mouth pursed as she wiggled her cheecks a bit at the feeling as her three whiskers grew in, with two smaller feeler hairs at the fore of her eyebrows... or, where eyebrows were when she wasn't covered in fur. Chashire starfed to back up nervously. "Mink... listen, if you want to have that sort of fun on your own that is fine, but I just got here and its early morning still. I haven't even decided what I want to do with tod- hey!" not wasting time Mink practically slithered her long flexible body around and got behind Cheshire faster than she could react. Mink only lightly placed the hot bare skin palms of her hands on Cheshire's shoulders, leaned forward and nipped her ear, causing her to gasp. Mink's whiskers tickled the side of her head as her ears both turned hot and red with her flushed red face. Mink flirted with her before, but Paul was there to separate them then- he isn't now. Cheshire's eyes widened when she realised the sensation was too far back! Her ear was transforming! She quickly squirmed away and reached up to feel her ears, now higher on her head and triangular. They were covered in black fur with white tips; cat ears! Mink grinned with her sharp teeth. "C'mon, I think you would be a hot nekomimi! You look good in fur. " Unlike transformation, shapeshifting required channeling. This meant if the caster became distracted the effects will fail, and in this case- Mink needed to make physical contact to change Cheshire. Cheshire backed up into the living room since there was no wall to divide it from the foyer. She shivered at the feeling of soft fur and quickly stumbled a.bit trying to evade the touch - Mink used her tail's length to touch her legs. She was also clever enough to transform her feet and hands next. Cheshire stepped down and immediately went off balance because her feet had become much longer. Becoming less broad at the ends, her toes fattened up and her nails became long and very narrow, appearing to get sucked into the softer flesh a bit. Her hands compacted a lot; her fingers became very short and very plump, with the extra mass shifting to her palms which became plush and rounded pads. Already stumbling, Cheshire could not fix her stance to the changed foot structure and fell completely over on her butt, just behind the couch. Mink wasted no time going down on all fours and quickly skittered over. A ferret is very quick on its feet, its long body looks like it flows around the terrain like it was liquid. Cheshire meant to protest but at the sensation of Mink's soft fur she once again shivered and quietly gasped. Before she could react Mink kissed her aggressively, and coiled her flexible body and tail around hers! Aagh! It felt too soft and warm everywhere, how was anyone supposed to resist that? Cheshire's hands and feet continued to shift into large cat paws, finally gaining a coat of white fur of their own. Her tail bone started to extend as she squirmed in Mink's touch, but squirming just rubbed more soft fur on her and made it harder to bring herself to resist. She had been in Paul's house less than fifteen minutes and was already being dominated by his pet! Unable to breath in Mink's continued kiss, Cheshire tightened the muscles in her paws causing the talon like cat claws to extend out and she pricked Mink's back with them to force her to flinch. She squirmed out from under Mink and brought her paws up to keep her back, her claws fully extended. "Mraow! Uh.." Cheshire tried to clear her throat. "N-nrao... damnit, what did you do to m-me... e... eoww!" Mink couldn't stop grinning. "Cat got your tongue?" Mink looked over Chashire's body with a deviant look in her eyes. "What do you say I lick this pussy into shape?" Mink went to dash forward again and knowing she could not stand up fast enough, Cheshire instead brought her feet up and placed them on Mink's shoulders, about to kick her back. Mink flinched and cried out in pain a moment and Cheshire quickly pulled her feet back- she forgot her digits were all tipped with razor sharp claws! Tiny red spots appeared in the fur just over Mink's collar as she rubbed the area. "Oh no! Mink, are you ok? I didn't mean to hurt you!" Mink's pupils immediately turned to minus signs and she moved foward and hit Cheshire in the gut with an open palm. "Now you've done it! No kitty form for you!" The hit winded Cheshire only slightly- what was more distressing was the surge of magic she could feel eminate through her body as a result of the contact. Mink used a lot at once! Cheshire let out a quick 'mew' in panic as the surface of her body gave a quick pulse and her cat features seemed to turn to colored vapor and vanish off of her. Her feet and then hands started to change once again, but this time the digits got bigger not stouter. The growth pooled at the ends making them bulge at the end of each digit. It tingled fiercely as blood pressure forced the growth larger. She clenched her feet from the sensation but when she divided her toes again to get a better look the skin stretched! It was like they tried to fuse together and failed- stretching a translucent layer of skin between her toes. Cheshire quickly checked her hands and found they were just starting the same changes, but already when she tried to divide her fingers the same webbing stretched between them. There was another change she had to look for, unable to place it right away. Her skin felt tight, making her think she was getting smaller or something but on closer examination, the light peach fuz hairs that are normally on a human were gone. Her pours were getting smaller and smaller, making her skin look smoother and smoother- to the point where she almost looked wet. Like she had just put on a layer of baby lotion. Her thighs started to thicken with muscle and she groaned in panic. Oh no, she knows what Mink is turning her into! Not that! Anything but that. Well, or a bug. Anything but this, or any form of bug. "N-no, Mink I didn't mean it! You're the one who gave me the claws in the first... place." There was a strong high tone reverberance shadowing her voice now. Mink slowly approached her, causing Cheshire to try to squirm away but her leg muscles reacted differently than she is used to, so she just fell over onto her back and Mink climbed over her, never breaking her stare into Cheshire's eyes. "You feel it, don't you?" Cheshire was about to ask what, but felt a sudden pressure in her chest. It was like she had taken a huge breath and her body was automatically trying to shout out without her permission. She tightened her throat muscles to keep it down, but her muscles twitched trying to argue against it. "Getting bigger. Stronger. Let it out~" Cheshire went red faced with effort trying to hold it in, making a few grunts from it almost escaping several times. Her throat bulged from the force, then more, then more. She kept breathing in without breathing out, her eyes getting wider with each new breath as her throat continued to swell more. It looked like she swallowed a baseball, then it looked like a balloon. Then the size of a bowling ball, then a medicine ball, then a beach ball! Her throat was gigantically ballooned out to the point where the flesh was translucent! A gigantic sphere of tight flesh. Mink grabbed either side of the sphere and squeezed in! As soon as she started to squeeze, Cheshire let out a very long and loud croak as her throat shrank back down! Mink turned her partially into a frog! As soon as it was fully expelled she opened her mouth to gasp for breath and her tongue surged in size suddenly! She stuck it out to give it room so it didn't fill her mouth, and it grew even more. Already almost as long and thick as her forearm, Mink grabbed it tightly before Cheshire could think of what to do with it all hanging out. Mink studied Cheshire's look of desperation. "Hmm, I could leave you like this till Paul gets back. Maybe a kiss from our prince will turn this frog back." Cheshire mumbled 'no' as best she could without the use of her tongue. "But I am not a mean person." Mink's pupils extended back to plus signs. "Besides, your heart rate is through the roof, I wouldn't want you to have a heart attack on me. Paul would scold me if you suddenly... croaked." She snickered at her own pun and Cheshire just groaned. In another poof of vapor her frog features burst off her and vanished into the air- the cloud quite large this time since it affected all of her skin on the surface level. Mink told her she had to make it up to her by pleasuring Mink first. Mink squirmed onto her back, exposing her privates and her many perpetually erect nipples. Her huge tail swung back and forth at random. Cheshire did not want to do this right now, but felt really bad for basically stabbing the ferret. Her heart rate increased at the feeling of the soft tail fur as she crawled over it to get to Mink's honey pot. Not only did the soft fur feel good, but she could also feel the tingle reaching deeper in than it should... Mink was conducting magic through it again. Cheshire felt weak for a moment and a bit dizzy, pausing over the pussy before going to work. She could not tell what was different at first. She placed her hand over the pussy and could feel the heat radiating from it before she actually touched it. Mink was clearly aroused already. Cheshire started gentle, pressing in on the labia gently and massaging up and down, seeing the bulge of the clitoral hood raise up as the clit engorged. Cheshire paused again and felt an even stronger wave of dizziness come over her and became so weak momentarily she almost fell over, unable to hold herself up. When her vision cleared again she immediately noted how huge Mink's pussy was. With a quick worried look around she realised it was the same size- Cheshire had shrunk! Mink did not want this to be too easy for her, and in her aroused state, getting Mink off normally would be very easy. Now Cheshire used both hands, one on either side, using her fingers to part the lips as she rubbed. Just as she was about to penetrate her with her fingers another wave of weakness washed over her and she fell forward- her entire hand going in easily. She was really small now! Her pants and panties just fell away, now many, many sizes too large. Cheshire was the size of a small kid, yet still proportioned like an adult. She also noted a fine layer of fuz was starting to grow on her again, this time matching her hair color, and tiny claws now adorned her fingertips again. The weakness did not go away this time, only faded. As she pistoned her entire hand into Mink, then her entire arm, Cheshire felt herself getting smaller and smaller. She felt lighter but also weaker, allowing her to move her own body just as well but making everything else harder to manipulate, including the ferret pussy infront of her. So huge and strong compared to Cheshire now, if Mink flexed her pussy at all, the lips would rip right out of Cheshire' grip and trap her arm inside. One arm wasn't even enough now! She was sinking two arms to the shoulder! Vaginal lube was running down the front of her body, soaking the entire thing, and causing her to glance down and see she now had rows of nipples too, and no longer had breasts. Her moans became higher pitched and harder to hear as they went, her voice now tiny. Mink was getting off more on her transforming now than anything she was doing to her pussy- she was too small to do much. Cheshire's body squirmed from the sensation of growth down her spine, and her tailbone extended greatly into the start of a quickly growing tail. Whenever she squirmed one way, the tail squirmed the other and extended a bit more. Her hands and feet were almost completely devoid of fur even though the rest of her became covered. Her teeth became bucked, making her face look quite cute. As she squeaked in desperation of the feelings in her body, she became only as big as the pussy itself and her face twitched at the feeling of whiskers growing out! Her nose turned pink and cool to the touch as her face stretched out. Her entire body went rigid at the feeling, like someone was grabbing her and pulling her along with her face. Her tail continued to grow one way and her face the other. Her voice became so high pitched that squeaks was the only sound she could even make practically. She was a bit smaller than the pussy now, then a little smaller than that. her body started to lose proportion with these final shrinks, causing her to be much more round. At only half the size of Mink's pussy, Cheshire finally stopped changing- fully transformed into a tiny field mouse. Mink picked her up by the base of her tail and her tiny hands and feet flailed around desperately. "You are too small to use those cute lil hands." Both their hearts jumped as they heard the lock click on the front door! Mink quickly transformed herself, shrinking down into the form of a normal ferret, swinging Cheshire around behind her and hiding her inside the floof of her tail as she jumped up onto the back of the couch just in time. Paul came through the door, looking around a moment and telling her he almost forgot his breifcase- that would have been bad. Paul hesitated a moment, looking around again and asking Mink where Cheshire was. Cheshire popped her head out from the sea of fluff and yelled out to Paul but he did not react at all. She screamed as loudly as she could, still he had no reaction. Mink's ears twitched, able to hear Cheshire at her loudest, but that was as far as her tiny voice could carry. She could still speak english, but her voice was so minescule that it could barely be heard at all. Mink told him she was in the bathroom. The second he turned toward it, she bolted with poor little Cheshire hanging on for dear life to the tail fur. Mink slipped into the bathroom door fast as lightning as Paul called over to Cheshire. Clasping a hand over her throat, Mink mimicked Cheshire's voice perfectly and called back that everything was fine. Already running late now, Paul did not have time to investigate anything further and was once again off. Mink sighed in releif and returned to the living room, slowly growing as she went, taking on her demi human form again, making Cheshire feel even smaller as she really became burried in the tail fur. There was so much fluff around her, she could not even tell which way was out anymore. Mink plucked her out again by her tail and grinned at her, telling her that those tiny hands would be useless for pleasuring her now. She playfully hopped over the the back of the couch, bouncing on the cushons and told Cheshire to try tribbing. Mink laid herself out, with tail draped off the other end of the couch since it did not fit, and placed Cheshire onto her belly. The mouse had never done tribbing before, and certainly not on a woman a hundred times bigger than herself. She had worked Mink up enough when she was actually big enough to do so, so her clit was standing and engorged already. Cheshire walked around, her tiny hands sinking into the plush flesh of the labia as she moved up to the clit from the underside, where it is exposed from under its hoodie. She grabbed the clitoral hood with her tiny hands and brought her own hotbox up and pressed them together, letting out a tiny squeak at the feeling. Cheshire was feeling much, much more aroused than she thought she could even get. She did not realise that because of how tiny she is, the pheromones swirling in the air from Mink's hot pussy was having a greatly magnified effect on her. The more she inhaled the more aroused she got. She thrust and ground her pussy against the giant clit. To Mink it was stiff as stone, but on Cheshire's scale the clit felt rubbery and so smooth. It was so large it filled the entire pocket of Cheshire's lap. Getting even more into it, she slipped forward over the curve of the clit so her hands were on Mink's crotch, and her entire lower body was just draped around the top curve of the clit, humping away. Cheshire squeaked in surprise as she felt herself getting heavier, pressing down harder on the clit as her body started to grow again a little bit! She glanced as Mink who just grinned back. So that is how she wants it. The more she pleases Mink, the more of her humanity is given back. Now much bigger, Mink could feel the hard little nub that was Cheshire's clit dragging on the surface of her own. She little mouse girl slowly started to grow, inching her way further up Mink's torso. Mink noticed she was thrusting harder into the clit, and was big enough that the curvature of Mink's pleasure button was almost able to fit inside of Cheshire's pussy. No. As fun as that would be, she didn't want Cheshire to have that much release yet, and scooted the mouse off her. Cheshire's legs felt rubbery from the pleasure warming them, but got off as instructed, looking confused for her next orders. Her fur was thinner now and her ears and whiskers smaller. Her torso was sinking in a bit in the middle, slowly restoring a more human shape. Mink got her to turn around and placed a hand on her lower half and grabbed her tail between finger and thumb with the other. Mink tugged on the tail and Cheshire started to squirm again as her tail got even longer, and much thicker! It throbbed thicker and bulkier each moment and Cheshire just braced herself and panted from the assault of sensations. Mink finished and pointed at her pussy again. Cheshire glanced back at it from her position on the couch between Mink's legs, her tail was absolutely huge. Cheshire groaned, knowing what she wanted and backed herself up, sliding her thick tail into Mink's pussy. She thrust in and out full, having just as much control over the tail as her other limbs. Once she got the pacing right, Mink nudged her tiny body with her fingers and rolled her over to do it upside down. Mink placed her palm over Cheshire's underside and gently moved it up and down. Cheshire squeaked in pleasure, feeling all of her many erect nipples send jolts of electric pleasure into her from the touch. Mink was easily able to touch all of them just with her palm. Her tail started to reach deeper in, and throb wider as Cheshire once again resumed slowly growing. Her fur became fine, breasts started to bubble up from under her top two nipples, and her torso started to streamline its form to a human shape. Finally the tails length was maxed out and instead gained only girth, stretching Mink open more and more, causing her to coo in pleasure. Mink's tail was a divine matress for Cheshire to lay on as she started to surpass a child in overall size again. She was looking like a human with mouse features now rather than a mouse with human features. Mink's lower body shook with orgasmic tremors and her pussy clenched down on the now bulb-like tail, sending a surge of magic into it to cause it to burst out of existance. Now Cheshire was almost normal again, except for large round ears and very big, long front teeth. Mink climbed onto her, straddling her mid section with her legs, pressed a hand into her now restored tits and reached back with the other to hook around her clit and into Cheshire's pussy. The woman squirmed from the ferret's touch, red faced and breathless, having been given no time to recoup. Mink coiled her fluffy tail around her legs, lifting them and holding them steady knowing Cheshire was going to lose muscle control in them in a moment. Cheshire moaned in a near ear peircing tone, but quickly started to deepen, her voice returning to its normal womanly pitch as her ears shrank and regained a human form. Mink felt her clench and shake in orgasm, thrusting her hip up uncontrollably and grabbed on tight to her pussy, squeezing everything she could out of the pleasurable explosion. Cheshire went completely limp afterward, gasping for breath and just staring at the roof. Mink leaned over her a bit and tapped her claw against her too big front teeth, and the excess mass cracked and crumbled away, removing the last of the alterations to Cheshire. Cheshire almost fell asleep there on the couch from burning through basically all of her energy, even though the day had only just begun. She came here to babysit the house and Mink, and this was neither of those things. At least not how she expected. All those times she complained about never getting to hang out in Paul's house- she now revoked her complaints. She heard the sizzling of a pan and looked over to see Mink, now in a nude copy of Paul's body, cooking breakfast naked in the kitchen, which was only divided by a half-wall. "Hey babe, hope you like your eggs sexy side up." Cheshire let out a long groan. 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This is my first story I hope u like it I don't own any of the characters all characters belong to digimon or legendz. Disclaimer: this story is intended for those over the age of 18 unfortunately if you are younger than 18 read at your own risk. "Brrriiinnnnnngg, Brrrrrrrrrrrriiiiinnnggg" Shiron's alarm clock sounded as he rolled over to hit the snooze button. "Ahhhhhhhhhh fuck I hate Monday morning" mumbled shiron as he sat up and headed toward the bathroom. As shiron entered the bathroom he looked at his reflection in the mirror that reached from floor to ceiling. He gazed over his white and blue muscular body and opened his wings. His eyes made their way from his reflections feet towards his head stopping for a moment as he pulled his soft member from his slit. He ran his claw through his long yellow hair as he admired his body. Shiron finished in the bathroom and went back to his room to get dressed. "Shiron Breakfast" his mom called from downstairs. "Just a sec mom I'm getting dressed" he replied pulling his favorite aviator hat over his head and grabbing a nice leather jacket from his closet. "MMMMMMMMMM French toast my favorite, thanks mom" shiron said as he sat at the table for school. He finished breakfast in a few minutes and headed to leave for school. 5 minutes later Shiron was flying to school and noticed a group of different legendz gathered in a group of about 4 and at the front was his nemesis Ranshiin the windragon. He noticed why the dragons were all grouped around; they were trying to beat up his best friend Guilmon. As soon as shiron saw this he dropped to the ground in between Guilmon and Ranshiin. "Awwwwwwww what do we have here, Ur boyfriend here to save u, u stupid little pussy" mocked Ranshiin. Shiron looked behind him and saw Guilmon cowering behind him and noticed he was bleeding slightly and had a large bruise on his arm. "I thought I warned you not to fuck with my friends Ranshiin, or else" Snarled shiron giving Ranshiin a glare that would make anyone else run in fear. "You think you can stop me you fucking idiot ill wipe the floor with you" laughed Ranshiin. Shiron grabbed Ranshiin by the neck and tossed him through the air leaping on top of him. "I warned u Ranshiin Guilmon is my friend no one hurts him" shiron yelled as he punched Ranshiin in the chest knocking the wind out of him. "Get him you fucking idiots "yelled Ranshiin looking at the other legendz who were standing there. The remaining legendz grabbed shiron by the arms and wings so he wouldn't be able to fight. Shiron struggled to free himself "After I am done with you I am going to beat the crap out of your little boyfriend over there "said Ranshiin as he pulled himself onto his feet. "Your going to pay for what u just did no one touches me" "Run Guilmon i'll be OK" ordered shiron as Ranshiin hit him in the chest "but me can't leave you here I have to help" cried Guilmon seeing his best friend getting hurt for protecting him. "Just run dam it or they'll get u too" panted shiron as he took another hit from the black windragon. "I'll get help I promise" said Guilmon as he ran to find anyone to help. As shiron was getting punch after punch from Ranshiin as he fell to the ground went the other legendz let him go. he was about to get kicked in the side by Ranshiin he heard someone yell "fire rocket" and Ranshiin was hit by a large fireball which sent him flying off shiron. "Here come with me we got to get outtalk here shiron" said Guilmon as he pulled shiron to his feet Shiron gaped as flameramon ran over and lifted him to his feet and started to walk back towards shorans house. 10 minutes later Guilmon took Shiron's key and unlocked the door as he helped flameramon pull shiron into the house. They slowly took shiron to his room where they lay him on the bed. (Shiron's mom is at work all day). "Thanks for your help flameramon" sighed Guilmon looking at his best friend on the bed "who knows watt they would done to shiron if u didn't come help I owe u this was all my fault" "it was Ranshiin fault don't blame itself Guilmon and I was glad to help Ranshiin got what was coming to him" answered Flamedramon. "There is no way he can make it too school now I'll stay here to make sure he is ok" said Guilmon sadly as he looked down at shiron. "Ok ill head to school and let the principal know what happened ok I'll be back after school Guilmon" Flamedramon left to go to school leaving Guilmon alone with shiron. Guilmon sat in the corner and started to cry over what he had gotten his friend into. Shiron opened his eyes as he heard Guilmon start to cry and looked towards the corner listening to Guilmon. "Waaaaa I can't believe what I did sniffles it all my fault if I weren't so small I could have stuck up for myself" Guilmon cried as tears streamed down his face. "Cough cough" "Shiron your awake" said Guilmon as he turned at the sound of Shiron's cough "Hey stop beating yourself up it's not your fault Guilmon I just tried to take on more than I could" sputtered shiron. "I'm ok just a little bruised is all don't worry about it. "but I feel so bad I wish I weren't such a woos than I could defend myself" said Guilmon looking over at shiron "No don't say that you are perfect the way u r and I love u that way" replied shiron as Guilmon stopped crying "You love me "inquired Guilmon as what shiron said went through his head and dried his tears. "Ummm... Well ...hmmmmmm...I..." stuttered shiron as he blushed like crazy "Well " Guilmon asked as he started to blush as well. "Awww screw it, yes I love u and I always have. "Really shiron cause I love u too" admitted Guilmon "yes" said shiron as the twos eyes met Guilmon walked over to shiron and placed his muzzle against his maw. Shiron closed his eyes as Guilmon worked his tongue into the dragon's mouth. Guilmon broke the kiss as a naughty thought went through his mind. "shiron I want to taste u it has been my dream since we met please let me suck u" begged Guilmon as he looked once again into Shiron's eyes. "It would be my pleasure to let u taste me" said shiron as he pulled his member from his slit. It was already starting to get hard just looking at guilmon sexy body "Thank u shiron" said Guilmon as his maw came closer to Shiron's 10 inch cock that was now fully hard. Guilmon wrapped his long lizard tongue around Shiron's member making the dragon moan softly. He then continued to lick the cock from base to tip slowly taking it into his mouth. "Awwwwwww mmmmmmmmmmmmm" shiron moaned as Guilmon began to suck hard and bob his head quickly. Pre started to leak from Shiron's shaft as Guilmon got faster. MMMMMMMM mumbled Guilmon around Shiron's cock. Guilmon wrapped a claw around Shiron's shaft and started to rub me quickly continuing to suck." OOOOOOOO god Guilmon" moaned shiron loudly" I'm so close" Shiron exploded filling guilmon's mouth with his warm tasty cum. Guilmon pulled away and let some cover his maw;' Shiron pulled Guilmon close and licked the cum off his face before deeply kissing him and putting his tongue in Guilmon mouth savoring the sweet taste of cum. Shiron broke the kiss an looked at guilmon body getting many dirty thoughts in his head of how he could repay Guilmon. "God Guilmon that was great how can I ever repay you" shiron blushed as he asked. He was also staring at guilmon hard shaft that hard made its way out of his slit "No u can't taste me yet shiron but there is one way u can repay me" said Guilmon as he started to giggle "How "asked shiron blushing "make me yours shiron I want u in me I want to feel your cum in my ass" Guilmon pleaded "As u wish" replied shiron whose cock was already hard again. Shiron rubbed his cock against guilmon sexy ass covering it in pre. "R u ready my sexy little digimon" shiron said as he prepared to ram guilmon virgin tail hole "O god yes take me now shiron please" begged Guilmon as he prepared to be fucked by his sexy partner. Shiron rammed his member in to Guilmon ass and groaned "its so fucking tight ohh fuck" "Shiron your so big I love u" yelled Guilmon as he felt the dragon's large cock inside him Shiron began to pump his hips quickly pulling himself in and out of Guilmon. Guilmon began to buck his hips in enjoyment as shiron spread his wings around them as if to protect them. Shiron slowly reached his arm around Guilmon and started to jack him off "MMMMMMMMMM ooooooooooooo aaaaaaaaaaaa" moaned Guilmon loudly as he loved every minute of this wonderful union between dragon and digimon. As shiron started to move his claws faster and ram harder he moaned uncontrollably. OOOOOOOO Guilmon I'm so close I'm going to cum. RAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWR shiron roared as he explodes in guilmon tight ass. This feeling was too much for Guilmon who let his load loose all over the bed as he moaned louder than ever. Shiron fell onto the bed and fell asleep next to Guilmon. Later that day Shiron heard a loud knocking at the door and went to answer it not realizing he was still covered in cum as he pulled the door open he saw Flamedramon standing there just looking at the cum covered dragon. "Looks like you had some fun without me" said flamedramon gazing at Shiron's cock Shiron answered him "weelllllllllll...Yah we did is that ok with u that me and Guilmon are a couple" "Of course it is as long as u let me join in next time" said flamedramon blushing THE END Thanks goes out to guilylover my very good friend and to crazycaseyj my new bro love u KC and u too Guily Coming soon Digital legendz chapter 2 fun time for flamedramon	the first couple by Demise Uchiha	[ "Anal", "Digimon", "Dragon", "Friendship", "Handjob", "M/M", "Oral" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 13, "longest_sentence": 75, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 82, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (6) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (6) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (7) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (13) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (8) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (7) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (11) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (7) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (13) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (6) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (7) in one sentence" ], "score": 109 }	109	false
Ian groaned as he rolled off the horse below him, warm seed leaking out of his over-stretched hole. The tubby shiba-inu panted softly as he settled down into place on the large bed beside the horse, sweat tricking down his face and chest as he just gulped at the air to try and refill his taxed lungs. His whole frame ached, from the bottoms of his feet which had been banging into the footboard to his muzzle which had been lavished in affectionate nibbling nearly the entire romp. The deed was done though, with Ian's equine partner neighing lightly in glee as he rubbed some of the spilled seed into his musky crotch. The dog just smiled, not even able to chuckle between the long, ragged pants as he slowly regained some semblance of composure flat on his back. Shutting his eyes as he just basked in the afterglow, Ian's breaths came easier as he let his mind wander around while the horse cleaned himself up. The canine knew he would be next for that cleaning, as he definitely needed a shower after such a... Workout. Hearing the horse get off the bed, Ian opened one eye and caught sight of that toned, tight ass which had been framed in a barely-adequate jockstrap just a half-hour prior. The dog's tail wagged slowly at that sight beneath his own bulging rear, swishing some of the dripping seed onto the sheets below as well as cooling down his burning rear; his partner hadn't used quite enough lube. The dog laid back and shut his eyes again after a moment more of oogling the that fine rear, the horse having caught him and given a knowing wink in reply to such glances. "Plenty more where that came from tubbs... For you especially." The horse whispered with a hint of playfulness, making Ian smile and blush all at once as his weight was again mentioned. He wasn't at all ashamed about his build; he loved every pound of his pudgy frame immensely. It was just odd to him to hear it so affectionately referenced, as it hadn't been for a while... And not by any equines he knew for even longer. This just made Ian blush deeper, bringing a paw up to his face to try and vainly hide it from the horse who was so broadly smirking down at him. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed." "I'm just not used to some sweet dirty talk... Makes me remember someone." "Oh? Who's that?" The horse inquired, leaning down towards Ian with that same smirk as the dog tried to shrink down into the bed. "My first..." A short, stocky shiba inu ran down the halls towards the doors at the end. He was panting hard already, well before he had reached his destination, as that much exertion was uncommon for him even at practice. The coach had always tried to get him to sprint more, but being a lineman meant that the shiba didn't need to be fast over long distances, just good for short bursts of speed. The young canine reached his destination at full-clip though, slamming into the doors with a loud CRASH, and shoving down on the handle to fling them open. A couple other furs left in the hall heard the crash, but the blur of tan and white which zipped right out the opened door was all but indistinguishable to them. The shiba didn't care about the looks though, he was well and truly in a rush and the racket couldn't be helped. So he ignored it, ignoring the twinge of pain in his stomach from making hard contacted with the door, and just broke out into a run again once he was clear of the exit. He was going to make it, but whether or not he would be still breathing once he got there was another story. A couple minutes later the canine came jogging to a stop in the shade behind the school building in the alley between in and the large gym. Leaning over and placing his paws on his knees, he greedily drank in the oxygen around him. Heat radiated off his over-exerted frame, and the familiar stench that was teenage musk was already starting to permeate through his clothing. He panted hard and deep, barely noticing anything around him and just focusing on getting his lungs refilled time and again in order to get his body back to some sort of a usable state. The shiba leaned over a bit further as he stood, his stomach pressing against his crotch slightly and making him blush inwardly from the feeling of all that soft flesh rubbing along his sensitive member. He couldn't help but get just the tiniest bit aroused from it too, which only served to heighten his blush and send even more blood rushing to his pounding head. "I always knew you were out of shape Ian, but this... Just hope coach doesn't see it." A deep, thick voice came from behind the shiba, making him jump slightly and turn his head to see who it was. A thick, slightly-smirking Clydesdale came up to the shiba inu's left, stopping beside him and placing a large paw on the canine's back. Ian just blushed at that, looking back at the ground and coughing a few times before standing with a groan and placing both of his paws on the tender area where he had banged his stomach a short time prior. "I know Jake, huff... I know. You said you... huff... Needed something?" Ian barely managed to splutter out between deep breaths, his composure returning slower than he wanted. It was the off season though, school was nearly over for the year and that meant a few months of pigging out and being lazy before having to train again for college football. "My note didn't say I needed anything... It said I wanted something. There's a difference," Jake murmured, standing Ian up with a strong arm and pushing the canine gently back towards the back wall of the school. The pair was utterly alone back there, as most others were in class at that time or had already left for the year; Jake and Ian were there to take finals then head off as well. This made Ian slightly nervous as he looked up at Jake, his tail sinking between his legs as he felt his plush rear touch the brick wall behind him. His eyes started to fill with fear, and he began to shrink back down in spite of the strong paw which rested gently on his chest. "I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're worried about." "Then wh-", Ian started, but was cut off by the horse's muzzle joining with his own. Ian went wide-eyed at that, part of him wanting to fight back but a bigger part of him submitting to the overpowering feeling of lust that suddenly filled every fiber of his being. He kissed back, his muzzle parting along with the equine's and his tongue beginning to dance as well. He stood up straighter, even beginning to rock towards his toes the more he got into the kiss as he felt that paw on his chest begin to slowly slide down towards his padded middle. This made Ian blush brightly, as he was by no means in the shape of his Clydesdale caller, but that just felt... Right with that paw there, idly playing with the shirt-covered paunch below it. Ian's arms slowly wrapped around Jake's middle, pulling it a bit closer so that the pair could have more access to explore one another's muzzle with their tongues. The horse reciprocated this by leaning down a bit more, his taller frame making the dog have to strain less and thusly get more out of the sudden display of lust. The two furs stayed intertwined for well over a minute, heated breaths of passion flaring from both their noses as neither wanted to come up for air out of the kiss. Ian knew he had to though after a point, as he had still not recovered from running all the way to their meeting spot, and thusly was beginning to get dizzy from the startling act and how fast it had all come to pass. He pulled back, only just, and lowered his muzzle as he panted heavily against Jake's chest. The equine whinnied faintly at the pause, pushing his muzzle to the top of Ian's and giving it a gentle, warm kiss before backing off just a bit to allow the dog to catch his breath. "I've felt this way since sophomore year Ian." Jake blurted out, a myriad of emotions painting the horse's face as Ian's gaze rose to meet his. "I just... I am the quarterback, you're a lineman, and we both have to be in close quarters and around a bunch of other guys for months on end... I was nervous. I won't get to see you again though, you or that gorgeous ass... So, I... I'm sorry." Jake finished, turning to leave the second that last word was out of his maw. Ian wasn't about to let that happen though, and with surprising quickness reached out at grabbed at one of Jake's paws before the horse could get out of reach. The Clydesdale jerked to a stop, turning back to Ian with both surprise and guilt on his face. "I'm really sorry... If you want to hit me to make you fe-" "Oh shut up Jake... We all knew that if that's what you're worried about, and you know I could take you if any of this was unwelcome. I'm just... Surprised." Ian blurted out, taking his turn at being embarrassed. Jake brightened up almost immediately, wiping his muzzle off and looking down at Ian with a wide smile. "Why surprised? You know how many looks you get?" Jake asked, looking down at the shiba who was still looking at the ground. The canine just got redder and shook his head, making the horse sigh and take Ian's muzzle into his paw. Raising that muzzle up to look at him, Jake frowned with mock disapproval and gave the shiba a light smack on that meaty arse of his. "More than even I get. You're short so got that cute thing taken care of, muscled with enough chub to be excellent for cuddling, walk with confidence and yet enough shyness to be mysterious..." Jake said, getting redder and redder as he spoke till he went back to looking at the ground and released Ian's muzzle. The shiba inu was flabbergasted, looking back at the ground as it felt like his cheeks achieved a new level of blushing unheard of by furkind. The pair stood in silence for a long moment after that, neither wanting to say something to further how awkward things were between them now that the secret was out. Ian coughed once, making Jake look up hopefully only to immediately turn redder and go right back to training his gaze at the pavement below. "That was nice..." Ian finally murmured, making Jake blush even more. "I... Never took my final in Sex Ed." He said, barely above a whisper, which really perked Jake up. The horse looked right at Ian for a long moment, whose eyes had never left the ground. "I have the stu-" "I'm..." Jake started, his voice wavering slightly as he did so. "Me too..." Ian cut in after a moment, his voice shaking as well. "You sure? I mean..." Jake whispered, stepping closer to Ian and placing a paw on the shiba's chest. Ian just nodded, then turned himself towards the wall of the school. He then shoved a paw into his pocket and pulled out a pair of black packets, both of lube. Jake took them, then looked them over quizzically as neither he nor Ian had any idea what to truly do with them. The undressing part they could handle though, so after a moment of fumbling with those packets, Jake just held onto them as he began to undo his pants. Ian was doing the same, taking his time with the button as his paw shook slightly. The horse noticed, and placed his paw on the canine's comfortingly. "I won't if you d-" "I'm not graduating a virgin Jake. Neither are you." Ian said, his eyes finally looking up to meet the horse's with an underlying determination that nearly scared Jake. The shiba's eyes also had hints of lustful want in them, a sign which could just barely be seen but gave away volumes about how badly he too wanted something from his equine teammate. Taken slightly aback by the forceful words from the smaller canine, the horse looked down for a moment before returning his gaze back to Ian's. Jake's eyes spoke volumes in return along those lines, and in that moment, the pair silently agreed to not speak until they were done; words would just get in the way. Silently, both of the furs dropped their pants to their ankles. Both being football players, they actually preferred the feel of jockstraps to normal underwear, and thusly only Jake had any problem with removing the skimpy, ill-fitting piece of clothing. Ian leaned back and stole a glance at the meat which was about to tear virginity from him, and a submissive moan of apprehension, fear, and yet arousal came out of him involuntarily. The shiba had seen his holy grail in that moment, and instantly knew what he was going to be spending a lot of his adult on, around, and over. Jake saw that, blushing slightly as he hefted his well-endowed self in a large paw and just gave its slowly-arousing length a drawnut stroke. This further teased Ian, who just blushed and turned back around, his eyes on the ground while his paws supported his frame against the wall in front of him. He could feel blood rushing to his own groin as he stood there, making him pant lightly already with heated breaths of anticipation. A cold, sticky liquid made Ian jump slightly as he felt a paw coated with it worm its way between his quaking cheeks. Letting out another involuntary moan, the shiba shivered as his rump was coated in the goo, from the top of his crack down to his tight pucker. The paw even went as far as sliding a sole finger in, making Ian whimper lightly in submission to the larger, stronger horse behind him. The paw receded after doing that, leaving Ian cold, exposed, and unsure of when he was going to be assailed by Jake's cock. The feeling was new to Ian, and while it was odd, he relished it and just held onto that feeling of powerlessness and trepidation; being a football player mostly meant he knew what was coming and few would even attempt to give him a hard time. This was the exact opposite, and Ian loved every single second of it as he just panted a bit harder and felt his tortured jock strain a little more from the stiffening dog bone it was forced to contain. With a grunt, Jake slid his thick, hard cock right into Ian's ass. He missed the hole first try, clearly inexperienced like Ian as the dog let loose a yelp of surprise from the impact. He felt the head bash the sensitive area at the base of his rear, which only sent more blood to his groin and drained more from his fogging mind. Jake seemed to be in the same boat, as the shiba felt the equine's cock pulse one with heightening arousal as Jake took it out and retried his aim. Instead of a ram this time too, the horse took his time, sliding in between the two sagging orbs in front of him with more patience as he pressed the head of his cock against Ian's pucker. The dog cried out, his head arching back as he felt a flood of ecstasy fill his blood, that touch alone one of the best feelings of his entire life. Jake hadn't even entered him yet, and Ian was already nearly ready to cum; the dog wasn't going to last long. Slowly, and very gingerly, Jake entered into Ian. The horse whinnied and groaned loud, clearly experiencing one of the best feelings of his life as Ian just grit his teeth and whimpered as he felt like he was being ripped in half. Granted, if this is what being ripped in half felt like he would gladly have that happen, but this was a new level of pain for him. His body wasn't sure whether to reject the cock being forced into him, or to just stimulate every single pleasure center in Ian's mind. The canine was just as dumbfounded, his clouded mind barely even able to remember its name as he just cried out again and again, panting hard as he grit his teeth and clenched his paws into fists. He also clenched his hole around Jake's cock, subconsciously trying to keep the mass of meat from entering him. It wasn't working through, and instead just brought more pleasure to the horse as his pulsing cock slid further and further into the canine. At about half-way in, Jake began to buck like a true bronco, his powerful hips slamming his rock-hard cock into Ian's hole again and again. The dog felt tears leave his eyes, but at the same time he could feel pre leaking liberally from his cock. Never had he felt so much pain and pleasure rolled into one ball of utter bliss, and he was too confused to even care why that was. His cock was at full attention, begging to be touched and teased, and yet with his paws busy holding himself up and Jake's holding onto his hips, Ian couldn't give his length the attention it needed. He tried brushing the tip with his swinging, sagging gut but that did nothing but make him even hornier with the movement of his soft flesh. Jake making his thighs quake and his rear wobble wasn't helping matters either, and Ian knew he wouldn't make it more than a minute longer before he burst like a dam into his nearly-tearing jock. Jake sounded the same, a myriad of grunts, moans, and neighs coming from the equine as his thrusts were anything but uniform. Erratic, desperate, and far too horny to even think could best describe what the horse was doing as he rammed his pelvis into Ian's plump rump over and over again. His big paws gripped the canine tightly, making sure Ian could never leave his cock as well as to make sure that the horse never fell should he stumble. His leaking cock was warming the both of them with the friction on the shiba's fuzzy, large arse, but neither could nor would care as they continued their romp unabated. Even his balls hit Ian once or twice on the deeper thrusts, their owner so lost in the moment that the pain didn't even register in his primitive, animalistic thoughts. The pair panted in unison, but Ian was the first to go as he howled out loudly and shot a large, sticky load right into his jock. It spilled through the thin fabric, dripping to the ground as well as down his bulky thighs. The warm, spurting goo also got a bit onto his underbelly, making the canine moan after he finished his orgasmic howl. Jake heard it all, and was just barely smart enough to put two and two together as he continued to pummel Ian's rear. He was painfully close too, his balls churning up a large load to fill the canine beneath him as the horse leaned in a bit more to get a tighter grip on Ian. His cock was on fire from chafing, his lungs ached, his back and thighs felt like rubber, and yet as he bucked in one last time, Jake couldn't have been more satisfied. The equine came with a loud neigh, arching back and hilting into Ian at the same time. This meant that his large length smashed into the shiba's prostate, sending another orgasm right through Ian and making his still-throbbing cock pulse with arousal. The dog cried out in unison with the horse at the abrupt ramming, arching back as well as his paws left the wall and he was forced to support them both with his shaking legs. The dog and the horse just stood, the horse spewing cum deep into Ian while Ian just howled out in painful glee from being inflated with equine seed. Jake's load didn't truly inflate him, but Ian definitely felt bloated well before the horse ran out of spunk to stuff him with, and that was another new experience that the canine knew he would need a lot more of as he grew into a full-fledged adult. Not ten seconds later, Jake was finished, panting along with Ian who was slowly slumping against the wall. Jake was following suit, pulling himself out once he finished with an unceremonious pop. The canine's ass immediately leaked almost half of that load out, the goopy substance running down his legs and making him blush brightly at how good, and dirty it felt to be so covered in sex. The horse was no better, as he was sweating nearly as much as Ian but far muskier, and still had over a foot of equine meat on display as he sunk down behind Ian to hold onto the kneeling canine. His chest heaved with Ian's, hot breaths going into the back of the dog's neck while his arms slowly wrapped around the front of that soft torso to hold onto it. Everything on both of the beasts hurt, and yet neither gave a single thought to it; they had just experienced their own personal heaven, and that would take a few minutes to process. They did that in silence too, the only sounds of panting and a few grunts as they struggled to remain comfortable, as well as semi-clean, in the filthy alleyway while they both came back to their senses. "That was..." Jake finally murmured after a few minutes of catching his breath, giving Ian a tighter hug around his soft midsection. The canine nodded in agreement, still panting softly as he let out a light grunt from the squeeze. "Wow..." "Yeah..." "I reminded you of him eh?" The horse remarked, looking over the blushing canine. Ian simply nodded slowly, looking down at the bed with beet-red cheeks. The equine chuckled and slid into bed beside the canine, clearly not ready to clean himself up just yet as his cock looked to be stiffening up again just hearing that story, as well as molesting Ian with his eyes the entire time. "Well... I hope I was at least a little better chubs." "I dunno... Maybe you should remind me?" Ian said, a smirk forming on his lips as he spread himself out on the bed a little more, looking up at the horse with puppy-dog eyes. A low rumble came from the equine as he looked Ian over again, just scanning the chubby frame of the canine one inch at a time as Ian continued to look at him with innocent eyes of want. The horse's expression returned that sentiment as he shifted himself closer to the canine, a sole paw placing itself on the dog's crotch and rubbing the sensitive length tenderly. That rubbing continued for a moment, but only a moment as the equine's muzzle lowered itself down and began to attend to that meaty dog's meat with an expertise few got to experience. Ian's eyes twisted shut and he began to whine submissively at that, his thick length rising to attention in just moments from the expert affections of his equine partner. The horse didn't disappoint. 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Friends: Deleted Scenes - Mona's Apology Author's note: Thank you to everyone for your comments and suggestions. It's always appreciated to hear how people like my stories. My next one was suggested by a reader... stay tuned for that. Rachel was flipping through a magazine, one afternoon, as she sat on the couch in the apartment she and Ross shared. A soft knock came to the door, and she went to open it. Her look of surprise must have been obvious, when she saw Ross' most recent short-term girlfriend. "Oh. Hi Mona. Um, Ross isn't here. But, uh... he should be back after 5." "That's all right. I actually... came to talk to you," the blonde said, hesitantly. "Oh... okay. Well, um," Rachel laughed to herself, for no reason other than the uncomfortable situation, "come on it. Can I, can I get you anything?" "No, nothing, thanks," Mona replied as she walked in and Rachel closed the door. A few paces into the room, Mona saw the bassinette by the window. "Ohhh, is this her?" she asked with a friendly smile. "Yes, that's my angel, Emma. I just fed her and put her down, so she'll probably sleep for a couple hours, otherwise I'd let you..." "Oh no, that's fine," Mona interrupted her. There was an awkward moment of silence between the two women. Then Rachel suddenly said, "Well. Um, sit down. Have a seat. So, uh... what's up... Mona?" "Well," the woman began, not really knowing where to begin. "I, uh, I wanted to talk to you, Rachel... and, and apologize. You see, when Ross and I broke up, I'm sure you thought it was all because of you, and really... it wasn't." Rachel could tell that Mona was having a hard time saying what was on her mind, and she didn't want to make it any more difficult for her by being standoffish. So she moved down the couch, and took the blonde's hand in her own. She gently patted it as their palms rested together and Mona went on. "There were some... other things that made me break up with him, and, and I know... in all of that... I acted like a bitch. To, to you. And... and I'm sorry." "Wow," Rachel said, floored. "I, I don't know what to say. I mean," she laughed nervously as she went on, "I figured you thought I was the bitch for coming between you and Ross." "Oh, no, not at all. I mean, it was strange to think about him living with his old girlfriend... who, um... who he got pregnant." Rachel looked down at the floor, uncertain if they had just crossed into cat-fight territory. "Yeah that, that was pretty unusual." Moan went on. "And, to be honest Rachel, I was more intimidated than angry." "Intimidated? By me?" she questioned. "Well, yeah. I mean, you are just so beautiful and, and desirable... and anyone... would be lucky to be with you. Even just a one time, spur of the moment thing." "Oh, I don't know about THAT..." Rachel said, embarrassed, but quite flattered. "No really, just look at you. You had a baby, what... two months ago? And you already look... amazing!" "Well, I got back to the gym, pretty much right away," she responded, chucking and trying to pass off the complement. "No, but it's more than just your body..." Mona went on lavishly, as the fingers of her free hand ran along Rachel's denim-clad thigh. "...your sexy legs... and I bet that drop-dead ass is back too," she said with almost a girlish giggle. "No, it's your smooth skin..." She caressed Rachel's cheek. "And your perfect hair..." Her fingers ran through Rachel's long, light brown locks, as she admired the deep blonde highlights. "Your eyes... your lips..." she intoned, nearly hummed, as she stared deep into Rachel's eyes. "Just... everything... about... you." Rachel seemed to be in Mona's trance. She didn't even notice the voice trailing off and the distance shrinking between their lips. She closed her eyes, almost involuntarily, as their lips pressed together in the gentlest of kisses. A quiet smooch reached their ears when Mona moved her head back, just a few inches. Her gaze danced over Rachel's face, as the honey-brunette simply sat there, eyes still shut, with the smallest bit of saliva beaded on her lower lip. After a few quiet seconds, Rachel's eyes slowly opened. "Omigod," she said softly with cracking voice. The tip of her tongue slipped across her lip and took in the droplet. "Did you... did you just kiss me?" Her answer came as another kiss. This one was longer and more passionate. Rachel found herself kissing back, completely uncaring that it was with another woman. The lips were so soft... so supple... so perfect to touch with her own. Then, they separated. Rachel had a dreamy, confused look on her face. "But, um..." she cleared her throat, "are you... do you..." "A lesbian? Do I like women?" Mona finished the questions. "No, I'm not a lesbian... Not, not exactly. But, um, that's one of the reasons I broke up with Ross." She sat back a bit. "With everything he told me about how his first marriage ended, I just didn't think he'd be able to accept the fact that I like women, as much as men." Mona seemed to not be able to keep eye contact, as her confession went on. Rachel however was intent on the her words. "From the first time I saw you, at Chandler and Monica's wedding... I just thought you were... a vision. I, I couldn't even keep my eyes on the bride." She gave a little hesitant laugh at the admission. "And while I was with Ross, I secretly hoped... that maybe the three of us could get together. Even if just for one night. And somehow, months after all that... I, um... I found myself back in this apartment. But... but this time, not... wanting Ross." Rachel tried to take in all that Mona was saying, and all that she was meaning. But the only thing she could think about was that kiss. The only thing she could look at was Mona's lips, as her mouth formed each word. "Do... do that again," she said softly. Mona leaned in, and taking Rachel's request as a very good sign, engaged her in a third kiss, and a fourth, and even more passionately, a fifth. Mona's tongue slipped ever so slightly between Rachel's lips, and scraped against her teeth. She withdrew it almost immediately, and pulled back a bit. But Rachel's mouth pursued that tongue, and her hands came up to cradle Mona's face. Her own tongue dove into her partner's mouth, tasting the sweetness within. The sounds of their kissing became louder, with more abandon. Without thinking and without breaking their liplock, Rachel shifted position, kneeling with one leg under her, facing Mona. The sexy blonde woman's hands glided up and down the tight blue jeans covering Rachel's legs and hips. As the pair went on, seizing breaths where possible, those hands traveled up to Rachel's waist, grasping the soft grey sweater that she wore. They released and moved upward, rubbing her torso, her shoulders, her arms. As they came back down, Mona dared to reach in and cup Rachel's breast. That full, firm, mother's breast. Rachel didn't flinch. She didn't pull away. She simply purred softly and kept on kissing. Minutes later, with Mona continuing to fondle her tit, Rachel tore her lips away and looked to the side. She still held Mona's face, and she rested her cheek on her forearm and tried to catch her breath. She hadn't kissed anyone that passionately for a very, very long time. She looked at the entrance to the short hallway that led to her bedroom. "Do you... want to..." Rachel couldn't bring herself to say the words in her mind. She looked back at Mona and was greeted by a warm accepting smile. "I'd like that a lot," was the reply. Rachel stood. With a somewhat bashful glance at Mona, she took her hand and led her down the hall. Once inside, Rachel closed the door. They had said nothing since the couch, and her face held a contemplative look. She wondered if she should go through with it, though deep down, she knew that she would. So, with sober resolve, and before she could change her mind, Rachel turned and kissed Mona. As their tongues intertwined, the blonde's hand went back to her new lover's breast. Rachel moaned with the gentle squeezing. Their lips separated. Mona glanced down Rachel's body. She wore a grey cashmere cardigan. The top several buttons we already undone, with Rachel's full bosoms filling in the cradling fabric. Only the bottom two held the garment across her stomach. She looked quite matronly, yet unbelievably sexy. Mona slowly unbuttoned the sweater and pushed off her shoulders. Rachel's slim arms slipped out of the tight sleeves. A feminine white tanktop was revealed. It was obviously something from before her pregnancy, with the way the thin fabric stretched across her bust. It was also obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath, from the slight color change in the fabric, caused by her nipples. The shirt didn't quite reach Rachel's pants-line, and Mona's hand brushed against the skin of her firm, flat stomach as the unbuttoning continued. One by one, each fastener popped open under Mona's nimble fingers. Soon, Rachel's snug button-fly blue jeans hung wide open. As Rachel allowed herself to be undressed, she stared straight across at the soft skin of Mona's neck and chest. The tall woman was wearing a long-sleeve rugby pullver. Wide bands went from left to right, alternating light and medium blue. The stark white collar was fully open, and dipped sharply down, teasing with her cleavage. Rachel's eyes roamed the exposed skin, occasionally stealing quick looks down Mona's shirt, or up to her eyes. She grasped Mona's waist, leaned in, and slowly planted open-mouth kisses on her chest and neck. Lifting her head, she surveyed the several glistening patches left by her lips and tongue. Tentatively, she slipped her hand up and grasped Mona's breast. She felt its size through the heavy cotton shirt, appreciatively, yet with some lingering uncertainty. Mona sensed her hesitation, and didn't want to lose her in that moment. She released Rachel's breast, and grabbed her own shirt to pull it out of her black pants. Then she crossed her arms to take hold of the hem, and pulled it up and off her torso, tossing it by her side. Rachel responded immediately, with a gesture that seemed both out of place and intimately right. She reached up and primped Mona's mussed hair, lovingly moving the locks back into place. Fingers glided from the blonde strands to her cheek, which she cupped lovingly, as she tilted her head up and kissed Mona. A single kiss became a series of pecks as Mona guided Rachel's mouth down her chest. Rachel found herself kissing and licking the flesh that was visible above the pink satin demi-bra. She held Mona's left breast in her hand, gently testing its resilience. Mona's hand covered Rachel's, holding it on her tit. Rachel watched as her partner's fingers curled over her hand, hooked into her bra, and pulled the cup down, revealing her brown nipple. An unseen hand came to the back of her head, and gently pushed her mouth to it. A tongue slowly slipped out and licked the circumference of the disk. Rachel felt a slight shudder course through the woman's body. Emboldened by this, she licked and kissed, and even sucked a little. Under her mouth's attention, the nipple hardened, and she knew that her own nipples were already firm and erect. Rachel began to move to Mona's other breast, still hidden within her bra. She reached up to pull down the cup. But before she could, Mona's hands disappeared behind her own body. The bra was unclasped and fell slightly away. Mona quickly slipped it off her shoulders and arms, allowing it to drop onto her shirt. Almost instinctively, Rachel's mouth went to the newly exposed breast. Mona watched intently as the gorgeous woman licked and sucked her tit. Her small mouth was opened wide and clamped tightly around Mona's nipple. She ran her fingers through Rachel's shoulder-length hair, admiring everything about her beauty. "Oh, Rachel," she softly moaned in encouragement. As her lover's lips left one breast, and started to move back to the other, Mona paused her. Hands on her body, she guided Rachel to straighten up. Then Mona crouched down in front of her and began working the tight denim down Rachel's body. It slipped down her ass and hips, fully revealing her white cotton boyshort panties. Further down her legs, and Rachel balanced with her hands on Mona's soft shoulders, as she pulled each foot in turn, out of the jeans. The jeans made a soft crumpling sound as Mona dropped them on the hardwood floor. She had Rachel nearly stripped down to her underwear, and Rachel would have felt very vulnerable, had it not been for Mona's own partial nudity. The blonde settled down to her knees. She leaned in and kissed the front of Rachel's thigh. A line of soft wet kisses were made from her knee to her hip. Finger tips glided from the backs of her knees to her ass, and the hands settled in around her cheeks. "I was right... a drop-dead ass," Mona said softly with a smile. Rachel gave a little smile in return; equal parts of thanks and nervousness. Mona's face moved down the opposite leg. Then Rachel saw... and felt... her tongue come out and lick slowly up to the top of her thigh. Lips kissed across her hips to the center. Before she knew it, Mona's chin was deep between her legs, and hot breath was gently forced through the lace. The warm tingling that had been building in her pussy was instantly replaced with lustful fire. Any possible question of Mona's intent was forever removed from Rachel's mind. Mona playfully and carefully grabbed the crotch of Rachel's panties in her teeth, pulled them out, and released them. The tight springy garment snapped back, as if grabbing onto her pussy again. Rachel giggled at the gesture, taking in Mona's big smile. "Do you want to," she cleared her throat, "move to, to the bed?" Mona simply replied, "yes." She stood and removed her pants, boots and socks, as she watched Rachel throw back the covers and crawl in. The way her tight little body looked, in just a thin tanktop and boyshort panties, reminded Mona of a coed at a slumber party. Wearing only her pink lace thong, Mona approached the bed. Rachel lifted the blanket, silently inviting Mona to her bed. The sexy blonde slipped between the sheets and intertwined her long slender legs with Rachel's. She took Rachel's cheek in her palm, and kissed her. Rachel responded wholeheartedly, as Mona's leg slid up and down caressing her own. Mona's lips left her lover's mouth and made their way to her neck. She kissed along the soft skin, as her hand moved downward, then back up underneath Rachel's shirt. Rachel gave a little gasp as fingers brushed across her nipple. The soreness of nursing had gone away weeks before, and was now replaced by an aching for adult contact. Her anticipation was heightened as Mona slowly began pulling up her tanktop. As soon as the fabric cleared her breast, Mona's mouth was there, licking it. Rachel let out a soft, whimpered, "Oh!" This earned a glance from Mona, and in that one brief look, Rachel's desire for more was spoken between the women. "Lay back," Mona whispered. As Rachel complied, her shirt was pushed up to her neck, and Mona's tongue began to fulfill the unspoken yearning. The blonde sidled in close to Rachel, scooting down, to better please her. Kisses and licks flowed, and by this point, Rachel was a very willing partner in this encounter. She reveled in the attention, enjoying the erotic feelings in her breasts. She closed her eyes, so she could focus on the touching and licking and kissing. Her body had been craving sexual gratification for far too long, and there was no way now that she was going to deny that need. Mona watched for signs from Rachel, either of wanting more, or of unease. The last thing she wanted to do was scare Rachel, and cause her to stop their tryst. Tentatively, Mona began suckling at this new mother's breast. Rachel moaned softly, obviously experiencing only amorous feelings. Rachel opened her eyes and looked down at her partner. Mona tilted her head back slightly. Her eyes locked onto Rachel as she resumed licking her nipple and groping her soft supple breast. A small bead of white liquid formed on Rachel's nipple, and Mona licked it away, only aware of it when she tasted its sweetness. "Sorry," Rachel said with the slightest embarrassed smile. "You have absolutely nothing to apologize for," Mona reassured her, as her hand slipped down to Rachel's crotch. She fondled her through the cloth, feeling hints of her wetness. She asked, "Can I take these off?" Rachel gave her a nod that began timidly, but grew in confidence as she whispered, "Yes!" Mona moved to sit between Rachel's legs, throwing back the covers as she did so. Her fingers slipped inside the waistband of Rachel's panties, and as the brunette lifted her ass off the bed, Mona wriggled the tight garment down her body. She took hold of Rachel's calves and brought her feet up, pulling her underwear off. Rachel's ankles landed on Mona's shoulders, though she couldn't tell if it was of Mona's or her own accord. She watched as Mona's face turned and she kissed her leg. Fingers glided down Rachel's calf, slowly down her thigh, then finally... teasingly... came to her pussy. She gave a stuttering breath, as the pads of Mona's fingertips petted her kitty. Rachel didn't really know what she should feel, as she watched... and felt... the alluring blonde rubbing her genitals. Nervousness? That one was obvious. Shyness? That was quite hard to suppress. And desire? Oh, very much desire. Flowing up from her pussy. Overwhelmingly, she wanted to give her body to Mona, for her to do whatever she wanted. Mona saw the mixture of emotions in Rachel's face. She smiled sweetly, leaning forward and giving her a gentle kiss on the mouth. "Just enjoy this, Rachel," she whispered. Her hips cradled between Rachel's thighs. Their breasts pressed together. Their pussies... oh, so very close. Then, a long moment later, Mona began moving down her body. A kiss here... a lick there... the occasional brush of her nipples on Rachel's skin... but always the soft slight tickle of her breath. Rachel's eyes rolled closed as the woman reached her goal. Her mouth dropped open in a long, slow, gasp as she felt a tongue caress her pussy lips. Without knowing, Rachel held that breath, as she felt the tongue moving up and down on her cunt. She exhaled a wonderful moan, then silence. She heard only Mona's mouth and tongue. Licking her pussy. Kissing her clit. Soft smooches as her mouth momentarily left Rachel. The same sensual sounds over and over, combined with the occasional quiet smacking of Mona's tongue against her own lips. Rachel's fingers dug into the mattress, and balled up the blankets within them. Mona studied her partner's reactions. Her tongue obeyed Rachel's unvoiced directions; leisurely running through the folds of her flesh. The sexy young mother whimpered a soft "oh!" as Mona began to suck on her clit. Rachel's clitoris began to experience the sensation that her breasts had known not too long before, and the creases in her forehead pleaded for more. "Yes!" came her whimpered moan. She opened her eyes and was treated to the sight of the beautiful blonde's face firmly planted between her thighs, looking up at her. That sight... those sounds... the sensations... it was as if all of this was the way it always was supposed to be. It was as though the universe wanted Mona to be enjoying her body right then; and for Rachel to be equally enjoying her mouth. As that mouth gently suckled, Rachel felt finger tips graze her pussy lips. Then slowly, a long, slim digit was pushed into her. "Oh god, yes!" Rachel whined. Mona slowly frigged her, occasionally suspending her clit-suck, but only to lick the pussy surrounding her finger. The hands that were tightly gripping the bedsheets found their way to a set of breasts. Rachel's own breasts. She often played with her tits during sex, or when she masturbated. And right then, her gorgeously full breasts ached for attention. Any attention... Mona's... her own... Rachel didn't care. Her tits just wanted to be touched. Rachel groped and caressed her breasts. She rubbed and gently squeezed her nipples, feeling little tingles shoot across her torso. "I like watching you play with your tits," Mona paused to say with a dirty smile. A quick crinkling of her nose put an exclamation point to the words. Then right away, her mouth was back at its work, teasing Rachel's sensitive button. All of the perfect things were being done to her, either by herself or Mona. Her breasts being stimulated... her pussy being fucked... her clit being licked. Rachel's leg wrapped around Mona's torso and she caressed the woman's back with her calf; she so much wanted to touch her skin. Soon Rachel's body began to undulate as she grew closer to orgasm. "Oh god, Mona, this is... this is..." after brief moments, she gave up searching for an expression with enough intensity, and simply muttered, "oh god..." Mona smiled as much as her pursed lips would allow. She had wanted to make Rachel cum, and all the signs were pointing to that inevitable result. Suddenly, Rachel reached down toward Mona, flexing her fingers in desperation. "Come up here," she panted. Mona abandoned her position between Rachel's legs and quickly crawled up beside her. Rachel rolled on her side toward Mona, and took her hand. Perching her foot on her knee, propping her thighs open, she brought it back to her crotch. Rachel looked at her with a begging look, as she pushed Mona's middle finger into herself. The hint couldn't have been more clear. Mona slipped her arm underneath Rachel to hold her as she resumed playing with her pussy. The women lay there, tête-à-tête. Soft whimpers became impassioned moans, as a hand increased its pace. Faster and faster, Mona finger-fucked Rachel. She experienced the way the new mother's body tensed and quivered as it rested against her own. The fervid expression on her face begged for release. Mona stared into Rachel's eyes as wave after wave of warm breath wafted from her open mouth, across Mona's face. Rachel's forearms slid in between them, not to push Mona away, but rather so she could feel fully in her embrace. She held Mona's cheek in one palm, and her breast in the other. "Please... make me cum," she whispered with a ragged breath. "I'm... I'm so close." "Cum, Rach," Mona encouraged her, frantically masturbating her. "Cum for me... just let go, and let it come..." Just then, Mona pushed her finger as far as she could go, and rubbed back and forth on the rough G-spot at the front wall of Rachel's pussy. A low groan started from deep inside Rachel. "uuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHH..." It seemed like the longest breath in the world, as it went on and on, growing in volume. "AAAAAAHHHHHH!!" The blonde's finger was rubbing hard and fast. "Cum, Rachel... cum... let it come... let it come..." she beckoned in phrases that hinted at instruction. Air loudly rushed back into Rachel's starved lungs, but was quickly expelled in another groan. "OOOOOHHHHHHHFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!" Mona landed wanton kisses all around Rachel's open mouth, looking for the opportunity to entrap her lips. For a time, Rachel went on moaning, aware of only her climax. Soon enough, Rachel realized that a mouth was waiting, and she received it; exchanging tongues and saliva. As they kissed and Mona prolonged Rachel's orgasm, her erotic whimpers went on. But then, Mona quickly withdrew, and rubbed her fingers rapidly on her lover's clit. Caught in the middle of a kiss, Rachel squealed in Mona's mouth, before throwing her head back in pleasure. "Oh god," she groaned, before grasping the blonde's face in her hands, and attacking her lips again. "Mmph... mmph... mmph..." Rachel's nasal panting combined with her subsiding short moans. These ebbing sounds signaled Mona to slow her touches. Eventually, Mona's hand trailed up Rachel's hip and side, and held the beautiful woman as they tenderly kissed. Rachel purred a little "Mmmmmm" as a contented smile came on her lips. She rested her head on Mona's, not wanting the intimate moment to end. Mona gave a soft laugh, "Uh, Rach... I, uh..." Rachel immediately knew her thoughts. This was supposed to be a two way street. "Oh god, of course," she said, almost embarrassed at her seeming selfishness. "Sorry... So, uh.. what, um..." she cleared her throat, and focused on her finger tips, as they played with Mona's breast. "What do you... you want me to, um... do?" Mona simply raised Rachel's chin, smiled warmly, kissed her, and then gently pushed Rachel down her body. The blonde rolled onto her back, as Rachel moved lower to take her intended place. Her lips brushed Mona's skin on the way down; ever so slight kisses to her torso. Her hands glided along Mona's sides and her sexy, curvy hips. She slipped over Mona's legs, and as they parted, she knelt between them. Her breasts hung between Mona's thighs, as she layered soft kisses along the woman's stomach, now traveling ever so slowly downward. It was not out of desire to tease Mona with her pace. But rather, it was from a need to steel her nerves for what she was about to do for her sexy, short-haired partner. Rachel's body was trembling, with both apprehension and excitement. "Lay down, baby," she heard from somewhere above her head. "Just relax," the feminine voice soothed. A hand stroked her hair. Rachel slid her feet out, and came to rest on her stomach. Her small hands rested on the insides of Mona's thighs, so close to her crotch. She looked at that waiting pussy. The skin, the lips, looked so soft. Rachel nervously cleared her throat and lowered her head. She faced straight down, eyes closed, and nuzzled the trimmed patch of blonde hair. Another woman's pussy barely inches from her mouth. She felt as if her heart was going to pound out of her chest. Summoning every ounce of courage, her tongue timidly came out into the air below Mona's lips. Slowly, it lapped upward, the tip barely catching the woman's clit. Mona had been silently watching and waiting in anticipation of having Rachel lick her pussy. And when that first touch came, no matter how slight, a breath caught in her throat. Rachel heard the soft gasp. She took another swipe with her tongue. This time it was a little more bold, reaching a little farther. And she found herself licking the lips of Mona's cunt. "Yes!" A loud whisper filled the room. Mona's vision was fixed on the top of her partner's head. She watched its slight motions as the brunette began to get into their dirty act. Even if Mona wanted to keep track, she couldn't count all the licks. They all ran together, they all felt so good. Then, mouth still at her pussy, Rachel's blue-green eyes met her, as if to ask, "Is this what you wanted?" "That feels wonderful," Mona whispered. Tasting the softly pungent wetness, Rachel grew more aroused by all the things connected with servicing Mona. Her taste, her aroma, her soft skin, watching her as she relished Rachel's tongue. Again and again, Rachel lapped at her new lover's crotch, listening to what she was creating from Mona. Pants and gasps and moans and whimpers. With this, the noise of her own tongue and lips. Hearing these delightfully prurient sounds, invigorated Rachel in her pussy-licking. "Te-, tell me what you like... tell me what to do," she murmured into the blonde's cunt. "Finger me while you lick," came the simple reply. From the look in Mona's eyes, Rachel couldn't tell if it was a request or a demand. But either way... Rachel's hand glided from Mona's thigh and rested between her chin and the woman's pussy. The pads of Rachel's fingers slid up and down on wet lips. Her tongue came out once again and flicked on Mona's clitoris. Then her middle finger bent and slipped inside. Mona directed her, breathlessly. "More... more... yes... put all the way in... ohhhhh, yeahhhh... now fuck me slowly." The digit pumped in and out, at a teasingly relaxed pace. Rachel's hand formed into a fist, to allow her finger to bury deep into the smooth vagina. She licked away as Mona's groans grew. "Ohhh... ohh, Rach... fuuuuckk... oh, do it... just like that... yes... yes... now faster... a little faster." The finger-bang continued at a more moderate pace. Rachel watched Mona fondle her breasts and play with her nipples. Her mouth was open slightly, and her tongue flitted in the opening, almost as if mimicking Rachel. "Oh yes... shit, that feels so good... mmmm... now suck on it... suck my clit, Rachel..." Rachel's lips wrapped around the fold of flesh. She began suckling it, the way Mona had done to her nipples, earlier. "Oh god... oh god... oh god..." Mona chanted, going on and on. Rachel's finger moved faster and faster, as her partner's breath quickened. "MMMMmmmmmmph!" Suddenly, Mona reached down and pushed on Rachel's forehead, separating her lips from Mona's clit. Rachel quickly took on a panicked look, thinking she had been doing it wrong. "What? Is it-" she began to say, before Mona interrupted her. "Oh Rach, this is fucking incredible!" she smiled, with heaving breaths. "I, I just want you to use your tongue, that's all." Relieved that she hadn't committed some cunt-licking faux pas, Rachel brought her face down and started again lapping at Mona's clit. "No, no, Rach," Mona said, as her smile took on a playfully nasty edge. "Take your finger out of me, and use your tongue." Realization crept onto Rachel's face. All she could say was, "Oh..." Then she cleared her throat and nervously licked her lips. She withdrew her digit and moved her face lower. Mona reached down with one hand and spread her pussy slightly, making it very clear where she wanted her tongue to go. The tongue waggled up and down, working in past Mona's labia. Rachel felt the flesh separate as she burrowed farther. "UHHHHNNNnnn..." Mona groaned. It was better than she had ever dreamed, having this hot little MILF perform oral sex on her. "Do it, Rach..." she panted, "do it..." Her hand left her crotch and resumed fondling her breast. Rachel strove to please her blonde partner. Her lips were pressed firmly against Mona's, as she probed the woman's pussy. She dug deep... as deep as she could... with her tongue. She waggled it. She swirled it around. She slipped it in and out. She did everything with that tongue that she could think of doing. "Yes!... Yes!..." the blonde encouraged her in short, sharp exclamations. Rachel felt a hand on her head, holding it in place. Hot breath from her nose and mouth assaulted the wet labia over and over, as her panting began to match Mona's. Before she could realize it, she was giving soft little moans and grunts, evidence of her honest enjoyment of her carnal duty. "Do it!... Fuck it!..." The hand directed her head in short back-and-forth movements, very much the way so many guys had guided Rachel in the way they wanted head. She quickly fell into a rhythm of tongue-fucking Mona. Then a second hand landed on the crown of her head, gripping it more firmly. The fingers curled under to grab a fistful of highlighted locks. Mona began to buck her hips up and down, craving all of Rachel's tongue, and smearing her face, from chin to nose. "Fuck it!... Fuck!... Fuck it!... More... ohgodmore!... Fuckit, fuckit, fuckit, fuckit!" came the groaned words. Rachel's head moved faster, repeatedly ramming her tongue into Mona. The energetic blonde planted her feet into the bed, and arched her back, lifting her hips off the bed. Rachel's head was being held so firmly in Mona's crotch, that she had no choice but to scramble to her knees to keep her tongue inside her. Mona groaned through gritting teeth, "god, yes... ohgod... oh god... uhhhh... mmmm... fuckin', make me cum, Rach... make me fuckin' cum..." Rachel's hands slid along Mona's body. She groped and squeezed her breasts, replacing the stimulation that Mona had been giving herself. And the whole time, the sexy new mommy fucked away with her tongue, moaning "uh huh... uh huh..." to try an spur Mona on to climax. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, oh shit, I'm gonna cum," Mona intoned. Rachel focused on the look of absolute ecstasy that was on Mona's face. She was fully aware that she was creating that look. That visage belonged to her. "So close... so close... " Mona gasped, eyes tightly shut, and aware of nothing but the tongue in her cunt. Thoughts echoed in Rachel's mind. "Cum, Mona... cum baby... god, Mona, I want you to cum... I want to make you cum..." In one final move, Rachel shoved her tongue all the way into Mona's box. She rapidly shook her head from side to side, rubbing her lips hard against Mona's pussy and clit. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Mona moaned loudly as the climax slammed her body. "OHHHH GAAAWWWWDDDD!... UUUHHHNNNN... UUHHHHHNNNN... OH GOD, RACH... OH RACHEL!" Hearing her name being screamed by a woman in orgasm was intoxicating. She quickly pulled her tongue out; but just as fast, clamped her lips onto Mona's throbbing clit. "SSHHHIIITTTTT!" the blonde screamed. Rachel laughed slightly at the unexpectedly intense reaction. Rapid, hard sucks brought more screams of "SHIT! YES! SHIT! SHIT! YES! RA-CHEL!! FUCK!" Her frame was gradually seized with quivering tension. As much as she wanted to keep screaming, Mona could only puff rapidly through tightly fixed lips. She wanted the orgasm to go on and on. She quietly begged it to go on. "Please... more... please..." But, her body was unable to maintain the erotic tenseness for as long as her mind desired. In an instant, she collapsed, dropping to the mattress, and pulling Rachel's face down with her. A loud SMACK of the lips came from below, as Rachel released Mona's clit. Then the woman felt her partner lovingly and tenderly licking her pussy lips, sending aftershocks through her body. Gradually, the tongue moved away to her thighs, then her hips, then her stomach. Mona could barely move. All her strength had been sapped by that enormous climax. Deep, heavy panting was the only sound in the room, as Rachel slowly began to work her way up Mona's body, leaving kisses as she went. The two beauties snuggled for a while, their naked bodies in soothingly close proximity. Sharing small kisses. Stroking hair and faces. Fingertips grazing along breasts and nipples. Mona broke the silence. "That was amazing!" "I know... it was," Rachel agreed with a big smile and a little laugh. They kissed briefly, then lay quietly for a moment. "Ya know, I should probably be going," Mona said, regretting the words. "No, stay," Rachel whined. Mona laughed. "Rach, you KNOW how much Ross would flip out if he came home and found us in bed together." "Yeah, that's true," she conceded, with thinly-veiled irritation. "He is kinda weird like that. Any other man would love coming home to two hot women in bed. But NOOOO, not Ross!" Mona giggled at Rachel's humorously scathing, yet accurate assessment of their mutual ex-boyfriend. Mona was out of bed first, and she dressed, as Rachel got up and put on a bathrobe and socks. They went out into the living room, and paused as Rachel's hand rested on the door knob. "Thank you," Mona said with a beaming smile. "No... thank YOU," Rachel replied, caressing her cheek and giving her a long, passionate kiss goodbye. The door opened, and Mona stepped out into the hallway, looking both ways to see if Ross was coming. Then she turned back to Rachel. "Call me?" she asked in a whisper. "You can count on it," Rachel answered with an equally secretive tone. Closing the door, Rachel walked across the living room. Her arms wrapped around herself, as she listened to the click of Mona's boots receding down the hallway. The new mommy strolled over to the bassinette. Emma was still sleeping peacefully. Rachel smiled at her young one, and tucked the blanket in around her. "Maybe someday," she whispered, "Mommy will tell you all about her new best friend." Then she pondered for a few seconds. "Ya know, Emma..." she said, laughing to herself, "on second thought... I think Mommy's just gonna have some secrets, that you and your Daddy will neeever find out."	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Text: Samantha was due for a vacation. She had been working nonstop for a while now and she needed some time off. Unfortunately, her salary at the department store didn't offer much of a vacation budget, especially with gas prices going up nowadays. It was safe to say she wouldn't be partaking in that Hawaiian getaway she always wanted anytime soon. But then one day, a particular ad in the newspaper caught her attention. She couldn't believe what she was reading: Swellington's Travel Agency Easy, hassle-free traveling at reasonable costs. For a modest fee, we guarantee you'll be treated to the biggest vacation experience ever or we'll refund your money back. Call the phone number provided for additional information and don't forget to ask about our "Swell Tropical Luxury Deluxe Package". "Could this be for real?", Samantha wondered looking over the newspaper ad again. With a tempting offer like that, it was hard for Samantha to ignore. Even if it was some kind of scam, what did she have to lose with a money-back guarantee? Sam proceeded to pick up her phone, determined to check this out for herself. The next day, Sam stepped out of a taxi in front of the Swellington's Travel Agency building, carrying a suitcase in each hand. Going into the open, she was instantly confronted by a strong, persistent wind, blowing against her tender face and sending her short, black hair into a frenzy. "I hope the weather isn't too bad for traveling today", Sam told herself as she entered the building. "Good Afternoon", the receptionist chimed as Samantha walked up to the desk. The woman Sam saw behind the desk had long, blonde hair and serene ,blue eyes as well as what could've been the friendliest, most optimistic face Sam had ever seen. "With qualities like that, it was no wonder she was hired to meet the customers here. "Welcome to Swellington's Travel Agency", the woman introduced. "My name is Lucy. Who might you be and how can I help you?" "Uh, yes, hello Lucy." Samantha awkwardly responded, "I'm Samantha Sawyer. I was kind of interested in your tropical vacation deal." "Ah, our "Swell Tropical Luxury Deluxe Package". Excellent choice", Lucy encouraged. "As soon as we get your fee and registration, we'll have you traveling in no time." "Oh, alright", Sam said as she took the pen laying on the desk and began to write down her name on the sheet provided. "Samantha Sawyer", Lucy mused. "That's such a lovely name. Would it trouble you if I called you Sammy for short?" "Oh... no, I suppose not", Sam reluctantly answered, somewhat put off by the receptionist's overly friendly behavior. For a second, Lucy beamed with delight from Sam's answer before picking up a stack of papers. "One of my fellow coworkers should come by to escort you to a prep room", Lucy explained. "Inside the room, you'll find a bathing suit waiting for you to try out. Make sure to put on the bathing suit and wait for someone to come in to give you further instructions." "A bathing suit?", Sam asked. "But I already have one packed in my suitcase." "Oh, but this one is special", Lucy assured. "Consider it a gift from our agency if you will." "A gift?", Sam pondered. Sam wasn't the kind of person to turn down free stuff so she decided to go along with the procedure, at least for the time being. She still wanted to stick around and see if this so called "Travel Agency" was a worthwhile venture. Placing her suitcases on her floor, she began to reach into the purse to pay Lucy the money. Eventually somebody came to pick up Sam's baggage and show her to the prep room, just as Lucy had said. The room she was taken to was fairly big and empty except for what looked like a red, one-piece swimsuit hanging on a hook on one of the walls. Samantha went to retrieve it , fully confident that she'd have no trouble fitting into it what with her slender figure and all. As it turned out, putting it on wasn't challenging in the least. The suit offered barely any resistance as it seamlessly stretched over her body. Wearing her new swimsuit, all Sam had to do now was wait for somebody to come in. She didn't have to wait long. The prep room door opened and somebody walked inside. Much to Sam's surprise, it was Lucy from earlier but she was no longer dressed in the professional attire she wore at the desk. Instead, she was wearing a blue swimsuit much like the one Samantha was dressed in, carrying a bag in her right hand as she closed the door behind her with her left. "Hello Sammy", she greeted. "It's good to see you again." "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be greeting the customers", Samantha questioned. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget to mention?", Lucy asked in a cheeringly guilty tone. "I'm going on vacation today too." "What? You too?" Samantha asked. "I hope you don't mind me sharing a prep room with you. I suppose with the two of us, things might get a little tight in here, but that's ok. After all, what's a little extra space compared to making new friends?" "A little tight?" Samantha asked, her head riddled with confusion. "What are you talking about?" Lucy giggled as she reached into the bag and pulled out a small remote control device. "Hang on Sammy", Lucy said, "We're about to experience a little bit of turbulence." Before Sam could even respond, Lucy pressed a button on the remote and the device responded with an electronic beep. "Oohhh", Sam moaned as she suddenly felt the fabric of her swimsuit tingling against her skin, catching her unaware. In mere seconds, a strange sensation started to spread throughout her body. "Wh-what's going on?", Sam said, trying to focus away from the influence of her bathing suit. "Don't worry", Lucy reassured as she tossed the bag and the remote aside. "It's a vacation. Enjoy yourself." Sam began to feel bloated in a strange sort of way. The pressure building up inside of her felt rather soft and gentle, like a warm, tropical breeze blowing through her entire body, from her torso down to her limbs and she could feel it accumulating, doubling inside her over and over without halt. Was the swimsuit we was wearing responsible for causing these unusual sensations? Looking over and seeing the blissful look on Lucy's face, Sam wasn't too doubtful that she too was experiencing the same thing. "What are you doing to us?", Sam plead to Lucy "What's wrong with these swimsuits? Why are you..." Sam's line of questions came to a halt upon finding something most unusual about to Lucy. Her chest was expanding, right in front of Sam's disbelieving eyes, her breasts easily boasting from their original size. "Lucy... you're growing", Sam cried, pointing at Lucy's ballooning upper region. "Ha ha, so are you", Lucy laughed as she pointed right back at Sam. Glancing down, Sam's eyes shot wide open as she discovered herself going through the same transformation, her chest blossoming forward as her bosom got bigger and rounder. "Oh my gosh", Sam cried. "What's happening to us?" Sam's surprise only broadened upon looking beyond the dual horizon of her booming breasts to see her formerly flat belly bulging outwards. Her hips and thighs began expanding as well as Sam felt herself pump up. Glancing over at Lucy, Sam could see her formerly-limber physique swelling out much like hers, but it appeared as though Lucy was enjoying it as she began to rub her mammoth tummy. "W-w-we're", Sam stuttered in shock. "We're balloonies!", Lucy happily exclaimed, finishing Sam's sentence as she continued to contently stroke her stomach. Looking back at her own ballooning figure, Sam could see her waistline getting bigger and bigger as she continued to fill up. Her sides were severely plumped, pulling her wider while her stomach was rapidly bulging forward. Her entire body began to round out as her chest and backside puffed out with the rest of her. She could feel herself getting rounder as she experienced the pressure filling her up. "This can't be happening!", Sam screamed, "Please make it stop!" "Sorry Sammy", Lucy said as she took on a similar shape. "We've got more inflating to do." And inflate they did as Sam was submitted to witnessing her entire figure swelling without restraint. Her arms and legs were bloated to the brim, having become puffy appendages that slowly bonded with her bulking body. Her breasts were large and round, much like balloons themselves, easily dominating her upper body and obstructing much of her view. She no longer possessed her slender figure, but instead it looked as though her midsection had swelled well past the size of a beach ball. Sam was about to beg Lucy once more to stop the inflation but before she could, she began to feel herself move about. Realizing the floor was no longer beneath her feet, Sam went into another panic. She mustered a fleeting shriek as she and Lucy began to rise up and take to the air like a couple of stray helium balloons, continuing to expand though their upward voyage. "No, get me down!", Sam cried as she slowly ascended into the air, wiggling her hands and feet in a futile attempt to stop from floating. The two of them had easily dominated most of the prep room with their enormous forms. Lucy took a gander over her own colossal mass to see Samantha fidgeting what little she could as she haplessly moved though the room. "Calm down Sammy." Lucy hollered out to her. "Balloon travel is the way of the future." With the last of their limbs having succumbed into their massive bodies, the two of them were now nearly spherical with the exception of their heads, hands, feet, and two big bulges jutting across the surface of each of their chests. The red and blue swimsuits suiting the limber ladies of earlier where now pulled over two bloated beauties, proving a tight but snug fit for their gargantuan bodies. At this point, it would've been easy to mistake Samantha and Lucy for a seven-foot giant balloons. No longer were they inflating, the tingling of the swimsuits having ceased in midst of the commotion, offering a little relief for poor Sam who just realized it. "Pretty classy, eh Sammy?" Lucy said as she twirled upside-down. "Classy?" Sam fumed. "Are you kidding me? We're blimps! How could you possibly be enjoying this?" "Oh come on", Lucy said. "There's no better way to travel the world than by balloon, especially when you are the balloon. No uncomfortable seats, no five-dollar headsets, no overpriced beverages. It's just us and the open sky." "Speak for yourself! I'm not going anywhere like this!", Sam insisted. "I want to go back to normal. I want my money back." "We can't do that now Sammy", Lucy said as she resumed the upward position. "They've already taken our luggage. You can't get your money back until after we're through with the vacation." "No", Samantha moaned. "You can't be serious." "Why not relax and enjoy yourself?", Lucy said. "After all, we're about to travel in style." Samantha groaned as she leaned backwards. For her, a weekend at home was sounding pretty good right now. A couple days later, two large spheres could be seen floating over the Hawaiian islands. Samantha and Lucy both gazed at the tropical splendor below them as their giant balloon bodies tilted downward. It was truly a spectacular sight for Sam, better than she could ever imagine, and she couldn't wait to deflate and enjoy all it had to offer. As she glanced over at Lucy who was happily wafting through the island breeze, she began to think. Maybe balloon travel is the way of the future, she thought. Come to think of it, I kind of wonder what the Eiffel Tower looks like from up above. The next two weeks were spectacular for Samantha, as she experienced everything she could have ever wanted from an exotic vacation. When she got back to the travel agency, she praised the company for what they did to her and told them that she changed her mind about getting her money back. Lucy on the other hand wasn't quite as fortunate when she got back. As it turned out, customers and employees sharing the same prep room was against company policy, which was believed to result in a possible lawsuit if violated, which Lucy soon found out after a bitter talk with Mr. Swellington. After some harsh words from her former manager, Lucy was fired, despite Samantha's promises not to take legal action. Sam felt terrible about Lucy losing her job for such a simple mistake but Lucy wasn't too upset. She made sure to swipe a couple of the prep room swimsuits and a remote control before leaving the building. To help Lucy out, Sam recommended her for a job at the department store she worked at. Lucy was hired thanks to Sam's kind words and the two of them had become good friends ever since. 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Just a quick little nothing I wrote in thirty minutes. Let me know if you like it. Jeff awoke with a start. His eyes darted around his room, his mind trying to discern his current location. After suddenly waking up from a strange dream, it took him a while to warp back to reality. When he finally fathomed that he was, in fact, safe in his bed, he relaxed. The man, about twenty years old, stretched out on his queen sized bed, giving a small roar of relief from the wonderful feeling of moving his muscles after such a long rest. He got up and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. Walking out of his room, though, he noticed something strange, but he wasn't sure what. Something caught his eye in the mirror as he walked past it. He gave his reflection a quick glance, proceeded to the toilet, but suddenly doubled back to look to the mirror again. "What the hell?" Facing him was not his own reflection. At least, that's not what it looked like. Instead, the creature in the mirror was a...horse? How the heck did he not notice this earlier? Regardless, he stared at his reflection for a good five minutes, eyes wondering all over his body. He was covered in a white fur that had several black patterns from head to...ankles, the fur ending at a new pair of hooves that he clopped on the tile a few times. A black mane also rested on his head and neck. He had grown several feet, which resulted in the strange feeling he had when getting out of bed earlier - he hadn't realized he was much taller now. Seven and a half feet, maybe. On top of that, his normally average body had transformed completely. He was so fit! Athletic, even. He looked like a runner, perhaps, or a swimmer who lifted on the side. Either way, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as he looked at his new self, grinning hugely. He made his large pecs bounce and crunched his stomach, making his six pack ripple with muscle as he ran a hand over it, knocking on it with his knuckles, his abdomen rock hard. He extended and arm and looked it up and down, running his other hand over it, squeezing his bicep as he flexed it, amazing at how far up the muscle traveled. He put his arms down to his side and looked at the mirror again, smiling. It was like a wish come true. He had sometimes dreamed of something like this happening, but now it was real! He couldn't believe it . He had frequently day dreamed of what it would be like to be a horse in a furry world. He'd be tall and muscular and hot, which he was! On top of that, he'd have a huge... Wait a minute. He was so taken aback by this queer, overnight transformation that he didn't even stop to ponder the most exciting part of it. His initial bewilderment and astonishment transcended into unmitigated excitement and wonder. Slowly, building the anticipation, his eyes traveled down his body and landed on something that nearly made him gasp. He no longer had a small, flaccid tube of meat dangling there, but rather an enormous, wide sheathe with two testicles the size of baseballs hanging below it. He reached down and grazed each one softly with his fingertips, the titillation making him moan softly. Oh, this was what it was all about. He was a stallion now. A hot, most likely well hung stallion. How he had always yearned to be one! He'd never be bored - he'd simply stay in his room most of the day, playing with his enormous cock, cumming constantly for hours until he was exhausted. It wasn't an ethical or productive lifestyle, but it was desired. Jeff grabbed his bottle of hand cream and a cup of water, then returned to his bedroom. He propped some pillows up against the wall and sat down on his bed with his back against them. His touched his body again, firmly rubbing and groping his large, muscled pectorals and tracing the lines his cut abs made. He flexed his arms this way and that, squeezing his biceps and triceps. He turned his attention to his massive legs next, built like a real athlete's, seemingly chiseled from marble. He straightened his leg and flexed his quadricep, moaning softly as he watched the huge muscle bunch up. He gave it a little whack with his fist, pleased to feel it was also hard as a rock. Jeff slid down a little on his bed, only his neck and head being supported by the pillows. He rubbed his inner thighs with both hands, closing his eyes and writhing a little bit on the bed as he touched himself, moaning softly with pleasure. This body was so new and foreign that it was almost like touching someone else rather than himself. Doing this turned him on to no end, and when he opened his eyes he was greeted with the sight of his cock wriggling out of his sheathe. He watched as more and more came out, wondering when it would end, silently hoping there would be just a little more... And then finally it stopped. He picked up his hefty equipment and let it fall, the heavy tool falling to the side against his waist with a loud, meaty slap. "Oh, God yes..." he moaned. He filled his hand with lotion, dipped it into the glass of water, and then gently rubbed his cock, lathering it up nice and wet for a hot masturbation session. The sensation he felt was like nothing he had ever experienced. His eyelids fluttered as his cock began to harden, twitching a little as it slowly swelled, lifting itself from his waist to the side of his stomach, traveling like the direction of a clock hand. The horse's legs squeezed together and his toes curled as he continued to rub his cock, watching as it situated itself just to the right of his belly button, the head already brushing against the top of his abdominal. And still it grew. It must have already been sixteen inches long, and maybe three wide, but still it grew. Jeff watched with mounting excitement as it slithered up and up. He could feel it nearing the end of its swelling, and a small squeeze confirmed that he was already pretty hard. Finally, it rested between his pecs, a good twenty inches long and five wide. He licked his lips as he gazed at the hottest thing he had ever laid his eyes on - and it was his! It belonged to him! He could wait no longer. He was a horny stallion now with a gigantic cock throbbing against his chest. Precum was already spilling out and leaking onto his fur, and as he lifted his cock off his body, a long rope of it bridged the gap between cockhead and chest. Speaking of cockhead, his was different now. Now longer was it the small mushroom that usually adorned the top of his human one, but was rather blunt and flared, like that of a real horse. It was strange, but he liked it. Jeff wrapped both hands around his huge shaft and pumped it slowly, throwing his head back and crying out in pleasure. A small wad of precum dribble out and cascaded down his shaft, running over his fingers. Pretty soon, the amount of precum spilling out of him was so copious that the lotion he had brought was no longer necessary. He made a circle with both hands, interlocking his fingers, and placed it at the top of his cock, then pushed it down his shaft, squeezing tightly. His cock throbbed in response to this, seemingly growing even harder as a huge, thick vein bulged out, traveling the length of his cock. He moaned loudly when he felt it pulsating against his palm, his hands still traveling down his length until finally ending at the base. He squeezed really tightly now, like a cockring, and watched with horny eyes as the blood trapped in his member made it even bigger, slowly expanding outward, growing thicker, longer, the red color becoming a darker shade until it was almost purple. The large vein got even bigger, pulsating hugely. His whole cock quivered and throbbed as though ready to burst. Precum squirted out the tip in small, pathetic bursts, splattering against his neck and chest. Finally, he let go, letting his cock thump on his body, deflating to its normal size now, the color returning to a dark pink. He decided to sit up straighter now, and as he lifted his body, bending over a little, his cock grazed against his chin. This got his attention. Jeff had always wanted to do this. To be able to be so big that he could suck on himself - the very thought sent the human Jeff shooting massive wads when he masturbated. He wrapped both hands around his member again, staring at the winking slit that continually oozed cum that traveled down his shaft . Slowly, he bent his head down, tongue sticking out, eyes closed. In no time, contact was made. His tongue pressed down on his cockhead, greeted with a sweet, salty, wet taste. "Mmmm..." he moaned as he licked at the head, lapping up gobs of precum. He bent down further, wrapping his soft lips around it, his cock now in his mouth. Jeff stroked his shaft slowly as he took more in, his tongue roaming around his glans, making the horse shiver with excitement. He tried to take more in, but couldn't bend over any further. Grunting, the horse slid off the bed and onto the floor. With little effort, he lifted his legs off the ground, curling his body so that they were above him, his cock already pushing against his lips. Working with his strong abs, he lifted his body down slowly, opening his mouth and letting his cock inside. Pretty soon, it was already touching the back of his throat. Using only his stomach, Jeff lifted his body up and down, letting his cock slide in and out of his mouth. He moaned loudly the whole time, his voice muffled by the meat stuffing his throat. He swallowed the huge amounts of precum leaking into him, which had increased in quantity and thickness as the pleasure began to mount. Soon, though, it became too much. The stallion's eyes shut tight as he felt that familiar sensation, except this time it had multiplied substantially. His cock throbbed hard in his mouth, pushing against it, forcing his jaw open even more. The horse cried out in pleasure as cum began to flood his throat. He continued to suck and suck, lifted his hips up and down with his stomach. Cum pooled around the corners of his mouth and dribbled down his cheeks and onto the floor. It didn't take long for him to become full, though. He swung his legs up and then let them fall to the floor, his cock popping out of his mouth and dragging down to its normal position on his chest. His cock lurched and a huge rope of cum splattered against his face, forcing his eyes shut. It was thick, warm, and delicious. He licked his lips and smiled, but soon returned to his loud cries of pleasure. He took his cock in his hands and pointed it up, the cum easily reaching the ceiling, splashing against it, making drops of it fall back down onto his body. "Ohh YEAH!" he roared, encircling his hands around the center of his member. He thrust his hips upward, fucking the small hole he made, cum continuing to shoot out in massive, long, thick ropes, splattering against the ceiling and falling back onto him. Warm splatters decorated his body, and soon began to soak into the carpet. The pleasure was too great, though. Jeff lost control of his body, his arms falling to the side and spasming as he writhed on the floor, howling in pleasure, his cock thumping against his chest and spurting a long rope of cum onto his face and the wall behind him. He rolled onto his stomach, squishing his cock against the floor, which was soft and wet now. He had enough control to lift his hips up, and soon he was humping the floor, his hot butt clenching and unclenching slowly and sensually. Cum shot out and splashed against his body and chin, a huge puddle forming as the carpet could absorb no more. He rolled back onto his back again and got one last blast to the face before his orgasm died down and became a small dribble. The horse opened his eyes and blinked, wiping the cum away from his face. He looked around. His spooge was everywhere! The ceiling was covered and dripping, cum slid down the walls all around him, and the carpet (as well as himself) was a soggy mess! "More..." he panted, standing up. He wrapped his hands around his cock and stroked it again, squeezing hard. He had never been so hard after an orgasm before, and while stroking himself, he could only feel the pleasure mounting again rather than that strange, uncomfortable feeling he usually had when trying to masturbate again that made him spass out. He placed his hands on his butt and bent his head down, sucking on his cockhead again, pressing against his bottom as he pushed his hips forward, forcing more meat down his gullet. He sucked and slurped, tasting his delicious cum again, swallowing it happily. He popped his dick out and starting to pump it again, but this time quickly and roughly. "Come on..." he growled to himself. "Oh yeah...shit..." He let go of his member and roared as it lurched and throbbed, more cum blasting out and splashing against the wall. It felt just as good, but he retained basic motor control this time. The horse's arms flew behind his head, and he thrust against the air. His biceps smashed against his cheeks, and he couldn't help but to stick his tongue out and lick them in a display of narcissism. He thrust hard and quick, his cock thumping against his body, his huge balls flying all over the place. He grabbed his dick again, falling to his knees. Seeking more stimulation, more cum, he shoved his dick in his mouth again, sucking hard, swallowing all he could before it filled his cheeks and he choked, cum splashing out of his mouth. "Fuck yes! YES!" Jeff continued to moan as even more cum escape his cock. He fell onto his back, thrusting the air above him, emptying himself for an entire minute, coating his hot body in spunk. He cupped his hands over his pecs as he thrust, squeezing them. FInally, his second orgasm ended. But that didn't stop him at all. Jeff stood and grabbed his two pillows. He put his cock on top of one, and then put the other on top of his cock, effectively making a sandwich. He thrust into his makeshift hole, grunting and growling like an animal (...), his body rippling with his flexing muscles, abs crunching hotly as he thrust, butt clenching, legs quivering. After a few minutes of this, his pillows were completelty drenched, and he was about to reach his third orgasm. Jeff threw the pillows to the side, and grabbed his cock. As soon as he did, another volley of cum rocketed out. "YES!" he roared, falling onto the bed, throwing his arms to either side of him. His whole body jerked around, head turning to and fro, legs squeezing together tightly, hips erratically going up and down. Cum soon painted his whole body, splashing against it, the ceiling, the wall, his chair and books and computer and clothes. Nothing was spared. This orgasm ended after a few minutes, too, and Jeff was already hard at work on the next one. For what seemed like hours, the horse jerked his cock, sucked it, humped it against things, cumming over and over again - orgasm after hot orgasm, his room completely covered and soaked in hot horse cum, the smell of it invading his nostrils and making him want even more. And then something strange happened. Jeff's awoke with a start. His eyes dart around his room, his mind trying to discern his current location. After suddenly waking up from strange dream, it took him a while to warp back to reality. When he finally fathomed that he was, in fact, safe in his bed he relaxed. He stretched, but quickly stopped when he felt something strange. He removed his sheets and saw that his boxers were dripping with his spunk. He laughed. He hadn't had a wet dream in a while. Well, that was understandable. After all, that was probably the hottest dream he had ever had. Jeff sighed, slightly sad, but as soon as he was up and about it was already out of his mind. Perhaps he'd have another one, soon.	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If unstated, all characters are at least the age of 18 or older. Primary themes: Futanari on female, impregnation Thank you so much for the continued feedback, I really appreciate all feedback especially the constructive criticism! A buzzing from my nightstand tugged my heavy eyes awake, the world a foggy blur. Giving a small groan I dug myself out of the fluffy sheets of my bed and struggled for my phone, the source of the annoyance. My apartment bedroom was empty, Tess's job had her in early and I almost always slept through her leaving. Giving my eyes a ginger rub I unlocked the device and was greeted by five missed calls and nearly twenty text messages which wrote "Wake the fuck up", all from my Cliques editor, Jess. I gave a sigh; I really missed having Tess as my editor. There was something special about our late night proofreading sessions while we were in college, typically done in nothing but gym shorts and playful teases between paragraphs. My mind wandered slightly towards memories of how most of Tess and I's editing sessions ended before shaking the heated memories from my mind and focusing on the task at hand again, my foul mouthed editor. Jess was a good editor, she just never held back for anyone, when I spoke with her she told me she didn't "pussyfoot around" because it wastes time. Despite her poor manners I really did believe she made me write better, so I tolerated her attitude. My phone buzzed again, Jess was calling me for the sixth time of the morning. "Heya Jess." I greeted my editor in a groggy voice. "What the fuck Red, it's like goddamn eleven." Jess greeted me back. I glanced at Tess's alarm clock on the nightstand and saw a bright red 11:13 AM looking back at me. This was pretty early for me, as a night owl I did my best writing from midnight to about four in the morning. Plus with Cliques being an online magazine and with myself being paid article to article, it's not like I had working hours to conform to. "Yeah, whats up?" I asked, not wishing to defend myself. "That schoolgirl story we published last night, check it out." She ordered. Giving a groggy mumble I snagged my laptop from the floor and flipped it open, navigating to the story about Kris' first time from Friday. As the page loaded I was greeted by a counter reading 20,000 views and 50 comments. The view count woke me up slightly, "Not bad for one night huh?" I muttered into the phone. "Not bad? That's the fastest view growth Cliques has ever had in the risqué section. God called me this morning and she wants more. You've got other stories from Friday right?", God was Jess' nickname for Bev, the owner of Cliques. She had a very handsn approach to her magazine; Jess said her nickname was prevalent among all the editors. "Well yeah, I've got two more from Friday. When do you need the drafts by?" I grew more awake. "Like fucking yesterday. Bev wants one more up by tonight at least to see if this one was just a fluke." "Tonight?" I began to complain. "Are you fucking dense? You just broke records in our smut section and you're bitching to me?" My phone barked rudely. "Oh right. I'll get a draft to you soon." My tune suddenly changed. By Friday night both Jackie and Mari's stories were published and major hits in the risqué section of Cliques. All three made a small splash in social media, the spread was significant though considering the intensely erotic nature of the stories. Jess had let me know Bev was thinking about giving my series a section on the main page of Cliques if the attention keeps up. I left my apartment and headed to the Ark Nursery with Jess' words of encouragement: "Don't fuck it up" stuck in my head. Passing under the large archway that bore the massive Ark Nursery letters I took in the campus with a new sense of wonder. First off I realized how absolutely massive the nursery actually was, earlier I believed it to be like a college campus but it was more like a self-contained town. Various restaurants and shops lined the streets flanked by parks and green space, with apartment complexes and neighborhoods throughout the campus. But I couldn't shake the focus that all this was created on the basis of futanari and reproduction. Young women with children strolled on the streets, many with their bellies showing obvious signs of another on the way. Many of the clothing shops featured maternity wear, and appeared to be the most popular among the residents. I thought back to last week regarding the referral system, the arousal techniques, the arrangements. The entire community just oozed the sensations of motherhood. Sputtering up to the entranceway of The Guardian Angel a young valet scurried over and opened my door for me, giving a loud creak. My car was a total rusted shitbox, but the valet was kind enough to maintain a professional smile while she disappeared with my ride in a cloud of smoke. Striding into the massive entrance hall I took a place in line at the reception desk, I knew I where I was headed but I the extravagance of the building still made me feel like an outsider. Returning for a second time to The Guardian Angel made me realize just how far out of the building's league I actually was. Staff wore sharp suits that wouldn't look out of place at a wedding while they strode through the massive entrance hall, smiles on their faces. Each wore her hair in a tight bun or ponytail while they greeted residents and children by name. Their suits bore small nameplates with their names engrained upon them, as if they were and always had been a part of the building. "Miss Red?" The receptionist asked, jerking my attention away from the elevator lobby. "Do you need assistance in finding the lounge?" I remembered her from last week. "Oh, no, I just wasn't sure if I had to check in or something." I said shyly "That's quite alright Miss Red, there is no need for a check in. Feel free to head back when you're ready." She said in polite tone. I nodded in thanks and scurried off to the lounge. Jackie was the first to see me in the large room, she threw her hands up and shouted "Heeeey! There she is! Told you she'd come!" I made my way over to the table and took a seat, giving a nod of greeting to the members of the table. "Did you think I wouldn't come back?" I asked Jackie. "Kris didn't think you would come back." Jackie said with a smile. Rather than her usual attire of a sharp suit she instead donned a comfortable pair of jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt. "You had a rough go of it last week, and you're not the first normal to join our card game here. Most don't come back." Kris attempted to defend herself while avoiding eye contact with me. She also donned a comfortable pair of jeans and t-shirt. "That's quite alright." I said with a smile. Cass finished giving an order to a passing waitress before returning to the conversation, "Yeah, but they're usually just trying to find a futa. After one night they usually get what they wanted and have no reason to come back." The table gave a chuckle to Cass' comment. Cass wore a tight pair of white shorts with a neon purple tank top. She appeared to be comfortable with her large breasts and long legs exposed. "Of course she came back, her retelling of last week has gotten pretty popular you know." Mari calmly said from behind a wine glass. She wore a professional black skirt and a red blouse. Turning to me she gave a small nod, "Thanks for the name changes in the articles by the way, not that we really have anything to fear," She waved her hand to the table, "but some of us don't appreciate the attention. "Yeah, thanks." Kris said with wide eyes. I figured the only one at the table that had difficulty with attention was her. I tried to change the subject, to ease into the group dynamic. "No suit Jackie?" I asked. She shot a smile back to me and shook her head, "Naw, I only dress up when I have a date, flying solo today so it's a relaxed night. But if you like me in a suit I could go toss one on. Then maybe we could have our own date later tonight." Jackie said in an teasingly seductive tone. I shook my head, "uh, no thanks." Forcing a chuckle from the table, including Jackie. "Alright newbie, you ready to play?" Cass asked, tossing me the deck of cards. My second Friday night at The Guardian Angel began. The casual card game continued for a while. I sipped casually on a soft drink, electing for a non-alcohol option to keep my memory sharp. Jackie teased me about being a 'child' but I just laughed it off. Jess' words of "don't fuck it up" were still stuck in my head and I didn't want to risk anything by getting drunk. I had a small flip pad of paper in front of my place on the table, having received permission from the group to take notes. "So where did you end up putting her then?" Cass had asked Mari, casual banter at the table. Mari folded her hand and answered, "I put her out in Pinebrook, said her wife's a nature lover so I thought they'd appreciate the greenspace." I realized they were talking about a referral Mari had given. I suddenly felt shocked at how casual the conversation was. Families live in nursery for five years after conception, and Mari had chosen a family's home on the basis of what sounded like pillow talk. "Do you ever get blowback because someone doesn't like the referral you picked for them?" I asked the table. The table shrugged, with the exception of Jackie who wore a massive grin. "Not usually" Kris said softly, "I mean if they don't like it they're not forced to live there. Basically free housing. Every once in a while you get someone that throws a fit, but it's not often we ever even see our partners again after we sire a child." "Fuck, those stuck up bitches are my favorite." Jackie said crudely. "Take one of those rich girls out and make her a woman, then give her some working-class housing referral. The social worker in that neighborhood tells me all about how fucking mad they get when they first move in, it's glorious." "That happens often to you, Jackie?" I asked, attempting to proposition another story. "Red" Jackie began, using my real name for the first time ever, "I know we've only known one another for a short time, but if you don't realize how fucked up my kinks are by now you're hopeless as a writer." I smiled and laughed a bit on the inside. Sure Jackie was a pretty scary character, her stories and dealings with Sherry from last week made her seem dangerous, but at the same time I didn't feel scared around her. "Just the other week I –" Jackie began "Ahem" Mari cleared her throat loudly. "Oh right," Jackie stopped suddenly, "Almost got carried away." I was nervous at her balking.I wondered if I did something wrong with publishing the stories from last week? I had changed all the names and places, even asked permission. Kris piped up before the panic in my chest could rise, "It's Cass' turn." She said staring at Cass. Cass blushed and took a casual drink of her beer. "Oh ho ho" she chuckled, "My turn eh? I don't really have any good ones though-" "Emma" Mari said with her nose in a wine glass. Cass blushed red while Jackie and Kris chuckled at the table. "Fuck that, I knew I never should have told you idiots about that..." Cass rubbed her hand on her forehead. "We made Kris talk about creaming in the girl next door, it's only fair." Jackie said playfully. "Yeah!" Kris agreed, happy she wasn't the embarrassed one for once. "Fine, fuck..." Cass muttered before finishing off the bottle in front of her. Wiping the beer from her lips she looked towards me. "So I was at The Divide" A loud beat bounced through The Divide as Cass lay back on the couch. She made small talk with her close friends who lounged nearby as she glanced through the club filled with fog, flashing lights and gorgeous women. Beautiful girls of all colors and styles danced in sweaty ecstasy on the dance floor, flirting at tables with drinks in hand, or sharing an embrace with a new partner on one of the many couches and booths in the sensual room. Tiny skirts and tight dresses danced through the room, demanding attention. Breasts flowed from low cut shirts, each pair pushing the limit on close a neckline could come to revealing everything. Everyone came to The Divide to hook up, to find love, to find lust, and to be someone's desire. Cass always thought of it as a room full of princesses each demanding to be someone's queen. But in reality, the realm of The Divide was Cass' domain as she was its matriarch. Her eyes took in the subjects of her domain, the tight bodies and even tighter clothing a blur. But while Cass enjoyed a nice pair of breasts or curvy ass as much as the next woman, she was more focused on all the small yellow armbands that clung tightly to many of the young girls in the club. The small yellow fabric shined in the dark room, clear signals they were ready to be taken by a futanari. The plethora of armbands in The Divide was no accident; Cass had been visiting the club for years with several of her futanari friends and had earned the establishment quite the reputation. Women from all over the city hoping to bear children did their best to entice the mystery futanari that roamed the club, while others looking just to hook up knew the dance floor was filled with vixens in heat. Cass always had a proud feeling when she lounged in her club, yes it was hers. Years ago it was just a generic club and bar in the city, with a few rumors here and there and it evolved into the place to be when the sun set if you were looking for romance. A waitress scurried over and replaced the drink Cass had left on a nearby table with a fresh glass. The owners and staff spoiled their queen, as they all knew the success was due entirely to her and her friends. This was actually a fairly common practice among futanari and was fairly easy to do. Many futanari referred to it as "making a nest". All one had to do was hook up with a few women in the same place for a while and rumors did the rest. Futanari just had to find a venue, whether it be a park, library, coffee shop, club or whatever and set up shop. A few swelling bellies later and their favorite hangout was suddenly filled with young pretties sporting yellow arm bands. Cass was exceptionally experienced in this regard as well. The Divide was not Cass' first nest, over the course of many years she had established nests in each city she lived. There was the one park in Little Rock, that café just outside Indianapolis and that used book shop in Ohio. Cass was particularly proud of the book shop. The owners were bewildered why their shop full of musty old books had gone from being pretty much an abandoned fixture of the town to being packed with young trendy twenty-somethings. And the changes seemed to begin when a polite brunette became a regular to the reading space in the back... Sitting on her throne Cass gracefully flowed through her routine. Sipping fruity cocktails she chatted and joked with the friends that joined her on the lounge couches. Tonight there were three including Cass among the nobility that was futanari. Most at the club knew exactly who the three were and regarded the group almost with a respectful fear. Cass and her group had gathered such a reputation that the days of seeking partners was a thing of the past. Throughout the night young pretty things approached the group, either alone or escorted by past partners of the futanari in the group. One of the nobility would either politely decline or invite the young beauty to join them before slipping off into a more private area. Cass usually chose the ones that approached the group alone, reminded her of a virgin walking into the lion's den. But tonight Cass had her focus on something other than the jokes and drinks of her circle. Toying with the silky fabric of her long purple dress her eyes were drawn to the dance floor, where a brunette shook her hips and spun to the music. As she turned the skirt of her short white dress flared in a blossom. Cass caught glimpses of her face as she spun, bright eyes and a warm smile embracing a joyful laugh. She appeared to be so free, such a young thing so full of life and joy; the brightness of her being allured Cass demanding her focus. She had a face that could be described as real beauty. Sharp, Bright green eyes rested above a long thin nose that struck down her face towards a pair of lips. When the beauty laughed her small lips opened wide seemingly revealing all 32 pearly whites. Her chin closed in to a sharp angle to almost match the corners of her eyes. She was the kind of girl that if you saw in a magazine, she would look out of place for her differences, but her beauty was that uniqueness. It drove your gaze like a painting, with each viewing drawing more attention and longing towards the subject on the canvas. The beauty raised her arms in dance allowing Cass to catch a glimpse of the tight yellow band that hugged her upper arm. The small yellow piece of fabric was all the consent she needed; putting her drink on the table she rose and strode onto the dance floor, making a bee line for her new target. Cass was no newbie when it came to seducing women, she knew she had the looks to make others lower their guard and she had the power of her futanari touch to help her. With the experience of hundreds of encounters before her, she slipped through the dancing crowd with finesse until she was next to her desire. Up close the beauty was even more enticing, her eyes full of the light of youth and supple breasts that held tight to the neckline of her white dress. Her light skin seemed to shine in the dark club, the swaying of her body in dance like a candle flame. Cass rocked to the music, catching the young beauty's attention. Cass' confidence was unwavering; every detail worked in her favor. The erotic atmosphere of the club, her attractive appearance, and the crowded close quarters of the dance floor made it all too easy. Some close dancing here, a flash of the eyes there, and some brushes of skin turned the bright eyes of the young beauty into a pair of eyes that were full of arousal and soft lips that breathed heavy with lust. Cass closed the nearly non-existent distance between their bodies and embraced her prize in a kiss, which was returned with enthusiasm. Their bodies rocked to the music as their lips joined in their own erotic dance. Their hands explored the bodies of the two women, gripping curves, soft butts and heaving breasts. At one point the beauty ventured a hand to Cass' crotch, immediately feeling the stiffness of her arousal. Her eyes shot open as she broke the kiss, jerking her head back slightly when she realized what it meant. Cass locked eyes as a small ping of fear struck her chest, unsure if her prize would flee. A split second later lips were pressed against her again, a tongue frantically seeking the embrace of another. Louder than the roar of the music in the club, Cass could feel hear heart pounding in her chest while the two women's bodies grinded along each other. This adrenaline laced sensation was new for Cass, a feeling different from the previous hundred other encounters within her hunting grounds. There was something special about the woman currently in her mouth that pushed her pass just finding a mate for the night. Her essence seemed so full of life, so real and so fresh that made Cass feel so frantic and unlike her normal pristine self. Still tangled in one another, the pair staggered off the dance floor, lips locked together for the entire short journey. The pair stopped for a moment against a nearby wall still in embrace, sweet lips being tasted and hands exploring under the thin fabric of clothing. Cass felt her new partner squeeze her breasts with one hand while the other cupped her butt beneath her skirt. Cass wrapped a hand around her waist and slid the other under the young girl's skirt; she could feel the wetness of her aroused cunt through the tiny fabric of her lacy panties. Sliding down the wall the pair stumbled through the door of the bathroom. A few clubbers occupied the large restroom but neither cared about the audience, they were animals in heat desperate to find a safe and private place, less they give into their desires fully and just fuck on the floor. All the bystanders in the bathroom gaped at the pair that practically fell into the large handicapped stall at the far end of the restroom, door slamming shut behind them but not quite latching all the way. From her peripheral vision Cass could see the stall door slightly ajar, but she was far too focused on the nymph in front of her, bending over, bracing the bathroom wall with one hand and hiking her dress up with the other to reveal a lacy black pair of panties. Looking over her shoulder to Cass she pulled aside the thin fabric of her panties, exposing a visibly slick slit. "Please..." She begged with wanting eyes and shaky voice. Needing no more encouragement Cass reached below her own skirt and jerked her panties down, her large erection bouncing free from the fabric restraints. Cock in hand she stepped forward and pressed the head of her shaft against her new lover's opening. Cockhead disappearing inside the moist pussy, Cass felt the warmth of a tight pussy grip each inch of her shaft as it easily slid to the base. "Ah!" her lover gasped as she was pierced by the girl's stiff cock. From where they were connected, Cass could feel the girl shivering in pleasure. Rather than wait for the maiden to grow accustomed to the sensation, Cass began to rock her hips. Taking hold of the braced princess' hips she pumped a few slow thrusts before accelerating to a pleasurable speed. The tight cunt sent shivers of ecstasy through Cass with each forceful thrust of her bare cock and the sound of hips striking the bent girl's ass echoed off the walls of the bathroom stall. Between the sounds of flesh colliding with wet smacks Cass could hear the gasps and shocked whispers of her unexpected audience outside the bathroom stall. Cass didn't care, she was far too focused on fucking the soaked cunt her cock was currently slamming into and by the sound of her partner's moans she practically screamed it didn't appear she was alone in that regard. Cass gave unladylike grunts as she increased the force of her thrusts into the moaning girl. The effort slid her lover up fully against the wall with her chest flush to cold surface of the wall, trapping the girl between the wall and Cass' cock. Cass fucked the pinned princess in desperation, addicted to the pleasure her cunt provided. The pleasure too great, Cass felt tightness in her chest as her orgasm rose. "I'm gonna-" Cass began to say into her mate's ear. "Inside me!" She interrupted in a high pitched crying moan. Giving a few final pounding thrusts Cass buried her futa-cock to the base and emptied her potent seed into the young fertile womb in a grunt. She hissed as she felt her cock twitch and release a stream of cum. "Ahh!" her lover screamed, the cum-induced orgasm ripping through her body as she was filled with the fertile seed. Cass grunted and continued to release into the soon to be mother. Her lover's cunt shivered in the pleasure of orgasm, her slick walls massaging the sensitive cock in a desperate attempt for more cum. Pussy getting its wish, Cass gave a final gasp and emptied such a volume of cum into the tiny cunt she felt the warm excess escape around the opening and slip down her drained balls. The women stayed connected, each shivering from their climax and recovering from the exertion of the rut. Droplets of sweat dripped down Cass' forehead and down her nose; from where her hips and waist connected to her lover she felt the slickness of her skin also moist with sweat. Slowly pulling away from the cum-filled maiden Cass slipped her sensitive still-stiff length out of the girl. A rope of connected the two as they disconnected, eventually falling loose to the floor of the bathroom. Free from the cock inside her, her lovers panties flipped back over the roughly fucked hole trapping the fertile seed while the filled girl dropped to her knees on the floor weakly. Connection between the two animals severed, Cass began to return to her normal state of mind. She could hear the whispers of the other women of the restroom whom had just unknowingly witness their conception. Feeling suddenly exposed, Cass adjusted her ruffled clothing, and gathered herself and pulled her panties back up and over her cock that was completely drained from the impromptu mating session. "Emma" She heard a voice say. "What?" Cass uttered in surprise as she looked up from herself. Her partner had returned to her feet and was leaning against the wall for support. Cass was impressed, futanari-cum induced orgasm's usually left lovers in a weakened state of drunkenness for at least several minutes. The girl shouldn't have been able to form cohesive thoughts, let alone stand. "My name" she said between heavy breaths. "Do I get to know yours or is the sire of my child a mystery?" "Oh, right." Cass had returned to her senses, realizing what the romp meant for the Emma. "I'm Cass. And uh," Cass hesitated, still embarrassed, "Sorry about uh, this. I'm not sure what came over me." Emma looked up and brushed her now messy hair out her face "Relax, I enjoyed it." She said with a wrinkled nose and a smile, allowing Cass to relax a little. Emma stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Cass' neck in a hug and planting a light kiss on her lips. "I realize this is kind of out of order," she whispered, "but how about you buy me a drink." Five minutes later the pair was perched together on barstools enjoying fruity mixed drinks courtesy of Cass of course. Having casually strode out of their makeshift love nest that was a bathroom stall while avoiding eye contact with all the impromptu audience members to their lust, none could have guessed Cass had only finished fucking Emma only minutes prior. The girls giggled and chatted between sips, which was fairly abnormal for Cass. Casual hookups were usually satisfied after sex, after a session of coitus it was abnormal for them to stick around terribly long. Cass didn't mind the quick goodbyes as the feeling was mutual; she herself was only after a cute girl and a pussy to release into. Tonight however, Cass couldn't help but feel drawn to Emma. She felt drawn to her laugh, the way she spoke and enjoyed gazing into the sharp features of her face. On a normal night she would have rejoined her coven of futanari, But then again on a normal night the prim and proper queen of The Divide didn't fuck someone who's name she didn't even know in a bathroom stall. The night seemed to speed past as the women enjoyed the night together, discussing anything from music, pop culture and current events. Emma was a new arrival to the city, having moved from Ohio to enroll in the local university. The move from all she had ever known to a new town and a new life as a student had made her feel so alone and empty. She donned the yellow armband realizing she'd like to start her own family as an attempt to fill the void. While many women waited until they had a partner or wife to don the armband and become pregnant, the nursery system made it simple for single women to start families, with housing and child care covered by the nursery new mothers could easily return to work or full time school if they so choose. "I can't believe it actually happened, I'm going to have a child." Emma marveled at her belly, resting a hand on the place her child would soon be forming. Cass smiled, "You decided on a name?" "Oh yes a while ago, she will be Sandy." "Sandy?" Cass ruffled her nose. "You sure?" She asked in obvious disagreement with the choice. Giving a sarcastic glare Emma jabbed, "Yup! And you've done your part already, so unfortunately for you, the time to barter on a name was before you fucked me into the wall!" Cass couldn't help but enjoy the girl's spirit. "Alright alright." She chuckled, "Sandy it is." Emma giggled while she took another drink of her fruity cocktail, "I mean come on, I only put this thing on last week." She gripped the yellow band still hugging her upper arm. "All my friends told me to be patient; it was supposed to take months not days!" Cass blushed while she smiled. Emma was gorgeous, her long brown hair shined when struck by light and her smile drew attention to her like a spotlight. "I'm actually more surprised it took that long, do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?" Emma's face reddened and smiled, she gave Cass' knee a rub, "Oh hush, you don't need to butter me up. I already know you can just sweep me off my feet whenever you like." She poked a finger to Cass' chest, "Which by the by, was shocking to say the least. I read about that futa touch thing by holy crap." Cass rolled her eyes slightly at Emma's attempt to dodge the compliment, "Yeah, sorry about that. Not sure what came over me." "Well I know what came over me, or actually came in me." Emma said with a laugh and a sultry grin. The memories of their rut bought an embarrassed laugh to Cass. "Well what did you expect coming to The Divide..." Cass mumbled. "I thought* it was a nice place to relax and burn off some stress. Had no idea I was about to get fucked like an undergrad!" Both girls laughed. Recomposing herself, Cass gestured to the room, "Look around you, how many people do you see not wearing an armband?" Surveying the crowd Emma began to mumble, "Let's see...One...two...three-" "She's a futanari, doesn't count." Interrupted Cass. "Whoa! In tight shorts like that? Where's she put her... well you know...her thing?" "Let's just say she's a grower not a shower" The two erupted in laughter at the bar. "Oh right!" Cass composed herself, "Before I forget, this is for you." Digging around in her purse, Cass retrieved a black referral card and handed it to Emma. "Hmm? What's this?" Emma eyed the card quizzically. "You're referral card for Ark Nursery, it's for a nice neighborhood." "Oh, duh." Emma gave a goofy grin, "forgot about that bit. I wasn't really prepared for all this." Emma gestured a hand towards her stomach, extending an arm towards Cass' crotch. "I just moved into my new place too..." "Well you don't have to take it if you don't want to. But it's a really nice place." "Can I see it?" Thirty minutes later the pair struggled out of the club and fell into a taxi, drinks still in hand. Significantly intoxicated, Cass slurred a command for their chariot to take them away. The cabbie ignored her drunken passengers, as it was the status quo for drunken idiots to leave The Divide, and even more normal for said idiots to be returning to Ark Nursery. Safety in transit, Cass and Emma laughed and caroused in the back seat to jokes that made the driver blush. Passing under the large archway that bore the name of Ark Nursery Cass realized she had forgotten where the neighborhood she had placed Emma actually was. Several laps around the same little section of the nursery campus left Emma in uncontrollable giggles and the cabbie out of patience, eventually just kicking the hapless women out of the cab. Cass handed cash through the driver's window, which the cabbie snatched before speeding away in obvious irritation. The two of them continued on their quest to find Emma's new home. Laughing and giggling the girls held onto one another for support, which seemed to be doing more harm than good. Every block one would stumble, nearly taking the other down with them. It was late, nearly midnight so the sidewalks were abandoned except for the two questing lasses who didn't seem to notice they had been walking in circles around the same apartment building for twenty minutes. The pair began to slightly sober up as a security officer approached the pair, kindly offering assistance. Explaining to the officer that she was looking for the Ridgewood building, the blonde officer smiled and escorted the pair to their destination, which happened to be the building they had been making rounds on. Emma leaned against the railing of the elevator for support, "She was a cutie, I love me a gal in uniform." She gave a grin that seemed to take over her face, "Think I got a shot?" "You better hurry, you're gonna get big" Cass jabbed. Emma gasped and gave a playful punch. The doors opened with a ring to reveal a long hallway hosting clean blue carpets and a host of apartments. The pair strode down the hall, stopping in front of what Cass was fairly certain was Emma's new home. Giving a nod, Emma slid her referral in the electronic lock and opened the door. It was a nice place; it had a nice kitchen space with a large living room. A balcony overlooked a massive green space outside the building which hosted a playground. Several large bedrooms flanked a short hallway and a bathroom was home to a large tub and walk in shower. The home was nothing compared to what The Guardian Angel had to offer, but it was a home. While Cass was unimpressed, Emma's eyes were wide in shock. "This is like, twice the size of my apartment. Do I keep the furniture?" She glanced to the trendy couches and massive TV which resided in the living room space. "Oh yeah, in the morning just let the manager downstairs know what you want to keep, she'll take out anything you don't want." Cass grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured some water. She had been feeling herself sober up and she was of sound mind enough to try to prevent a hangver. Downing the glass she looked towards a serious Emma, playing with the hem of her skirt. "What's the rent?" Emma asked, seemingly certain it was out of her price range. "No rent, at least for the first five years." Cass wasn't paying much attention to anything other than her drink. Giving a yelp that startled Cass, Emma bounced towards Cass and gripped the futanari in a tight hug and planted a kiss on moistened lips. Shaken by the sudden feeling of Emma's mouth on hers coupled with breasts pressed tightly against her body brought memories to Cass from only hours before. Emma suddenly tensed, and sensing Cass' arousal from where their bare skin touched plunged her tongue in-between Cass' lips in a passionate kiss. Cass could feel her arousal press against the fabric of her panties beneath her dress. As she grew firm, Emma's embrace grew in intensity, clearly influenced by the erotic effects of the futanari touch. Pulling back from the kiss Emma gave a smile "I'm kind of picky about my bed ya know, mind if I test it?" She softly said with heavy breathing. "I'm picky myself; maybe we should test it together?" Cass replied with a smile that was met by Emma's own bright grin. The two scampered down the hall, giggling and tearing off clothing like a couple of giddy teenagers. While this horny-teenager like behavior was normal for Emma, whom actually was* a horny teenager, for the first time in a long while Cass actually felt like she was young again. Something about Emma made her feel like when she first entered the mating scene years ago, when it was a new and innocent kind of sexy. It reminded her of a time when sex was on her mind constantly as a hot blooded youth, rather than the present day where copulation was more often than not an itch that needed scratching. The pair fell into bed tangled with one another, giving smiles and giggles between kisses. Emma's newly revealed body only spurned on Cass' feelings of newfound youth, as the slender girl had just blossomed into a woman with her flowing curves and small, soft breasts. Emma on her back, Cass rolled atop her with her hips forcing the young pair of legs open. With one hand on her partner's hips and the other on her cock, Emma pulled her lover's shaft towards her slick opening. Cass' cock entered the warm cunt for the second time of the night with little resistance; a feeling of warm pleasure enveloped her cock as it pressed into Emma to its base. "Ah yessss" Emma gasped as she was penetrated. Locking eyes with the woman atop and inside her, she pulled Cass in close to her lips. As Emma took Cass into her mouth, the hips between her legs began to rock, slowly pistoning the thick member in and out of her cunt. With each inch the futanari cock slipped along her sensitive insides, a light moan would escape from the young lovers. With each "ah" that slipped from Emma's mouth, the passion inside Cass grew, along with the stiffness of her cock. Cass could feel the heaving of Emma's breasts against her own as the girl's breathing grew thick. Tossing her legs upwards, Emma locked her feet around Cass' waist and arched her hips up, a clear effort to take in as much of the pleasure-inducing shaft as possible. Taking the hint, Cass increased pace of her thrusts into the moaning angel. Wet slaps echoed with each pump of hips, the moistness of Emma's arousal evident with each thrust. Breaking the kiss Cass moved towards Emma's neck, planting kisses and loving bites as she worked her way down. Mouth now free, Emma shouted loud "Ah, Ah Ah," moans with each smack of flesh connecting together. The warmth and tightness of her cunt enveloped Cass, a pleasure rocked through her body so strong she clenched her teeth on Emma's neck. She could feel Emma's hands tightly gripping her back, her nails digging into soft skin each time she was filled. Suddenly Cass jumped off her lover, her cock slipping out of the practically gushing pussy and an "oh" uttered by Emma. In a frenzy, Cass gripped Emma's hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, an cutesy "eep!" escaping her lips as she spun around. Prone on her stomach, Emma could feel Cass grip her hips, so they were arched slightly off the bed. Cass pressed her body atop her, and returned her cock inside Emma's cunt. Completely trapped under the futanari, Emma was at the mercy of Cass who resumed her aggressive thrusting. "Ah, Ohmigod, Ah, ah, Fuck, Ah!" was all Emma could grunt as her pussy was pounded from behind. The choir of flesh connecting once again filled the room, a SMACK each time Cass' hips connected with Emma's supple ass. The frantic pace coupled with the tightness of Emma's young pussy forced Cass closer and closer to the edge. With a final thrust Cass pressed her cock to Emma's deepest parts and gave a loud grunting shout of orgasm. Her hips shook as she released her seed into her lover, who shivered underneath the futanari in her own climax. With each gasp Cass filled Emma with more of her cum, Emma's body shaking in pleasure each time more was released inside her. In a final gasp Cass released what felt like was the last drop of cum she had into Emma's womb. Cock still sensitive, she slowly pulled her shaft out of her lover. As the head of her cock slipped free from the ravaged pussy a stream of cum and love juices followed and dripped out of the bred hole. Exhausted, Cass flopped down on the bed next to Emma, who herself was face down in bed still in the highs of orgasm. Turned her head to face Cass, Emma gave a tired smile towards Cass, who could only return the grin. Cass gave Emma a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. In a daze herself, Cass walked past the clothing littering the hallway and entered the bathroom, starting a shower for herself. Despite being exhausted, she couldn't stand going to bed with makeup on and her hair coated in sex sweat. Besides, Emma hadn't recovered as nearly as fast form the futanari cum-induced orgasm as their first time at The Divide, Cass thought the booze might have had something to do with it. The warm cleansing water of the shower centered Cass, her mind sharpened as the sweat and sexual fluids were washed clean from her body. She loved her post-sex showers; it was like she was returning from a hunt, her prey lay defeated in her bed while she cleaned her weapon. As for her weapon, Cass was impressed with her own performance, she hadn't cum that much twice in a night since before she hit her 40's, and that was with a generous amount of liquor in her system. Shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower she began to dry herself. Donning the towel as a makeshift yoga Cass began to brush her hair with a hairbrush retrieved from a nearby drawer. Peering to her reflection she pondered the future. Perhaps she should have put Emma in The Guardian Angel, to keep her close for if and when she wanted another child. But would Emma still make her feel young after having mothered a child? Cass wrinkled her nose at how petty she was treating the future of someone she had just met, scolding herself while she brushed her hair which was now straight and darkened from her shower. Upon seeing the woman in the mirror wrinkle her nose, a sudden feeling of unease grew in her gut. Slowing her brushing to a stop, Cass wrinkled her nose once more, giving a deep look to her reflection. Returing through the hall of abandoned clothing, she peered in to the bedroom to find Emma, whom had managed to crawl under the covers of the large queen sized bed and was dozing off. "Hey Emma, you awake still?" Cass asked. Emma returned the question with a muffled "mmhmm." "You said you came to this town for university right? Did you come straight from high school?" "Yeah" Emma's muffled reply came seemingly inside a pillow. "So you're like eighteen? Nineteen?" Cass asked "Nineteen, started school a tad late" Another muffled reply. "You moved all the way from Ohio huh? Where abouts?" Emma rolled over to face Cass, slowly waking up. "Well I came from Dayton, but I grew up mostly outside Columbus." The uneasy feeling in Cass' chest tightened its knot. "Emma, why do you like the name Sandy?" Cass knew the answer before Emma mumbled and rolled over, "It was my sires name, I've always liked it." Pieces aligned, it made sense why Emma made Cass feel so young. It wasn't her youth, which should have been clear from the start as Cass routinely bedded girls Emma's age. Rather, it was Emma herself and how much she reminded Cass of herself when she was young. Emma reminded her of a time when she studied for her undergraduate courses in the back of an old book shop. She reminded her of a time when she would romp with a young classmate in a small dorm room bunk bed. She reminded her of a time when she could satisfy countless partners in a day, with a young fervor that felt forever unsated. And most of all, Emma reminded her of a time when Cassandra, that is Cass' full name, went by the name of Sandy. Emma was Cass' daughter. "Does that make Emma a motherfucker?" Jackie laughed hysterically, "Or I guess You were the one who made her a motherfucker!" Cass could only hold her head in her hands as the table laughed. "I didn't know she was my kid, I mean what are the chances?" "I think you're missing the most important part here." Mari had a mischievous smile, "I don't think you were so attracted to Emma because she was your daughter, but rather because she reminded you of yourself so much." "Does that make me a narcissist?" Cass asked while taking a drink from her beer bottle with a demeanor that was trying and failing to not look ashamed. "Perhaps" Mari replied, "But it does give new meaning for you to the phrase, go fuck yourself, seeing as how you've actually tried." I couldn't help but join in the laughter at Cass' expense. I couldn't help but imagine myself in a similar situation. I had never met my own sire, so I tried to think of my own mother but as a futanari. The thought was less than arousing. Looking down to my notes jotted from Cass' story I made mental notes on a future draft as the card game continued in front of me. Author's note: I feel that I will likely get negative feedback regarding the section I put this chapter in, and I would like to explain why I didn't place it in the incest/taboo section. First, I do not feel the relationship between Emma and Cass fits into the traditional tabbo/incest placeholder. There wasn't really a taboo throughout the encounter between the characters as up until the final moments neither had any idea of their relation. Additonally, the main reason Cass was attracted to Emma was not the taboo of her being her own daughter, but rather that Emma reminded Cass of herself (which was partially due to their relation). And second, I didn't want to spoil it. Thank you for reading; I love feedback both good and bad! I am a new writer to erotic literature so I love any suggestions or comments!	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Text: The Underworld, the Land of the Dead, the Nether Region, the Infernal Region and the House of Hades are just a few of the names given to the realm under the surface of our Earth. It's the place where the souls of the recently departed go. Divided into three regions, the first was for the common folk, the second for all the evildoers and the last was the resting place for the most exceptional of mortals, The Elysian Fields. However, we're getting ahead of ourselves, because before being allowed to be judged, a persons soul has to journey to The Land of the Dead. You see, when a person dies, that person's soul (or shade) is lead to the Underworld and the only way to cross the river Styx is to engage the services of Charon, the ferryman of the dead. Charon didn't work for free; he required a single coin as payment. If a would-be passenger could not pay Charon's fee, that shade was doomed to wander in limbo at the shores edge for a hundred years before eventually being allowed passage. Worse still, even after they'd paid and boarded the boat, the shades had to do most of the work, forced to do all the rowing, whilst the ferryman merely steered. After crossing the river Styx and passing through the Underworld's gates, a shade had to pass Cerberus, the three headed watchdog of Hades. But, more goes on in The Underworld than you realise, as you will soon see. In Hades' personal chamber, the underworld god had summoned an audience with his seductresses. Slender, fair skinned, long dark-brown hair styled into an up-do ponytail, purple eyes that go with her purple sleeveless dress and satin lavender shawl. Megara is a beautifully, sassy, quick-witted girl, but one who has a very low opinion of men, and rightly so. In order to save her beloved boyfriend, Megara made a bargain with Hades, selling her soul to save his. But afterwards, she was cruelly dumped for some other girl, breaking her heart and shattering her trust. Now she's bound to Hades' whim, using her persuasive sexuality to gain new followers to his army, often unwillingly. Hades was hunched over a circular strategist table, complete with wooden carvings that represent creatures and monsters in his army. There's a Cyclops, a Troll or two, as well as a fierce looking Hydra. But just then, he's joined by his seductress. "Aaaah, if it isn't my dear sweet-nut-Meg." The underworld god smirked. "Ugh, you know I hate it when you call me that." Meg groaned, rolling her eyes at his pettiness. "That's exactly why I do call you that, nut-Meg." He teased. "Ugh! Men!" She cursed, turning her back on him in disgust. "But, I digress, you see, I have another job for you, my bewitching temptress." Hades explained, putting his arm around her shoulder and leading her towards his strategy table. "Oh, wonderful. What drooling, perverted, ogre have you picked out for me this time?" She cynically droned. "Glad you ask. Well, he is a warlock. Oh hey, I have an idea, maybe this time you could let out your pleasant charm, after all it would be a nice change to your usual dry personality. Hint-hint, wink-wink." He suggested, forcing a false smile by raising her cheeks with his fingers. Waving his childish antics away, she walked out of his reach. "My charm is not something to be tossed around. Otherwise people wouldn't appreciate it." She said. "Well, people sure as hell aren't appreciating your sarcastic comments. We really could have done with that Maintain Giant" He fumed, the flames on his head growing bigger. "Listen blue-boy, he made me an offer I had to refuse and anyway, I don't need you harping on about my personality." She said, further winding to dark god up. "Meg, Meg, Meg, my sweet deluded little minion. Aren't we forgetting one teensy-weensy, but ever so crucial little, tiny detail?" He asked, before exploding into flames. "I own you!" He shouted. But just as quickly he's calmed back down. "I could always give you some other, more gruelling task. I'm sure Pain and Panic would not let a pretty little thing such as you go to waste, although between you and me, those guys are into some freaky stuff." Hades explained, painting an unpleasant picture in her mind. "Ugh, just give me the damn assignment already." She bleated. "Better. So, this mission, it's just your standard procedure. Seduce, convince him to join my army, and seduce more if he does not comply. Ok? Oh, there is just one more thing. He's something of a hermit, an eccentric loner." He warned. "I'm shocked. It actually sounds like you're concerned for my safety." She replied, although if truth be told, he didn't. "No my little puddin' pop, I just don't want to interview potential replacements." He said bluntly. "Riiight, thought not. Anyway, don't worry your little blue flaming head. Everything will be fine. After all, when have I ever disappointed?" She strutted, swaying her hips convincingly. "I'm glad you think so. However, as lovely as you are I feel this maybe beyond your natural skills. So, with your permission...oh who am I kidding, I'm doing it weather you like it or not." He said, flexing and clicking his fingers as if readying to summon something, unnatural. "What's that exactly?" Megara quizzically asked. "Shnookums, to make you more desirable of course." Hades said as he grinned a sinister grin. "Hmm, I don't know if I like the sound of that." She thought, taking a tentative step backwards. "Well, I don't really know how to sugar-coat this, so I'll just come out and say it. It would seem that this warlock chap has a thing for, hourglass figures." He vaguely explained Meg doesn't reply, but instead shoots the underworld god a perplexing glance. "Oh come now, don't look at me like that, you know the sort I mean. Big breasts and huge hips, you know, more cushion for the pushin' if you catch my drift." Hades explained. "Ooookey. Well thanks, but I think I'll pass." She declined, waving him away. "No, no, no, you don't get it. You see, it's not a suggestion, it's an instruction. One that's about to start, now." With a sinister grin and piercing gaze the omnipotent Hades clicks his fingers, calling on his powers like the whim of a god. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take long before the effects of the augmentation begin. Meg turned her head to look behind, her eyes widening in shock. Her butt has started to swell, filling her dress and pulling it tight across each cheek. Instinctively, she reaches round with both hands to grab a hold of her swelling rump, which has already become a healthy size. "Oh you're kidding me." She grimaced, feeling her hands becoming increasingly dwarfed by her swelling behind. "Why do you have to be so glum about everything? But by the by, it looks like that dress of yours won't last much longer... shame really, looks good on you." He chuckled, enjoying Meg's discomforting predicament. To Meg's credit, she's remaining very calm. Defiantly strong, it's as if she doesn't want Hades to see her breaking down into tears or hysterics. "Is that a complement or an insult? I can never tell with you." She jibed, which displeased the Infernal God. But their conversation, as well as Meg's hip growth is suddenly, but exponentially interrupted by a different expansion. Her hourglass figure is beginning to take shape when her breasts decide to join in on the action, quickly filling the top half of her dress. With one hand on her butt cheek and the other clasping her ballooning boobs, she can't help but feel powerless as she watches her body take on a new fuller figure. "Ugh, it's getting tight." She whimpered under her breath. Meg's pretty dress is struggling to allow the excessive growth inside the confines of its fabric. The lower hemline of her straining frock is slowly being lifted higher and higher as her dress struggles to cover her enlarged, curvier behind. Still, the lower half of the dress is at least fairing better than the upper half. Putting up a valiant fight at best, her bust has for a word 'exploded' from her dress. Although the bodice straps haven't snapped, they're very much digging into her shoulders and she's sure she can hear them tearing. She's sporting an enormous amount of cleavage, certainly enough to envelop a hand or two. Meg's just grateful that her nipples are still covered, although for exactly how long is another matter entirely. By now she's looking very disproportional. Her slender, stick thin waistline, her long curvy legs and her sumptuously delicate arms are completely untouched by Hades' godlike powers. But on the other hand, her butt and boobs are blowing out of her dress, quite literally. Her balance has been greatly altered, with her huge rump and ballooning breasts acting as perfect counterweights. The slightest altercation could very well tip her over. Of course, falling backwards wouldn't be so bad with her massive butt cushioning the impact, acting as a kind of beanbag. Falling forward on the other hand could present a more embarrassing situation, the thought of planting her face in her swollen bosom was just mortifying, and she'd never be able to live that down. In one final act of defiance, she places both her hands on her mammoth sized rump in an effort to halt the growing, or even push it back in. She only just realises how big it's become when she struggles to reach around her globular butt cheeks and even with her arms outstretched she's having difficulties. The sound of tearing fabric is her cue to push back against this unseen force that's swelling her behind to record sizes. However, as hard as she pushes, it's inevitably in vain and she only succeeds in embarrassing herself further when she feels her fingers and hands sinking into her expanding rump. The audible straining of her purple frock have been building to a climax, completing its swelling symphony to the sound of a dozen rips, as her big butt burst free from her dress. All of the rips have been vertical, seemingly following the hemline down to the bottom of her dress. In fact, all that's left of her pretty purple frock is shreds, hopelessly clinging to her accentuated curves, although if truth be told, doing very little in the way of clothing her. She's just thankful that today she's wearing undies, because if she wasn't her private parts would most certainly be on display. Although still wearing her dress, or rather, what's left of it, her underwear can just about be seen between the dangling strands of her loose frock. Today she's wearing her white knickers, the one with the Mickey Mouse logo on the back. But, the poor thing has given up the ghost, practically being reduced to a thong. Well, ever that or their giving Meg one almighty wedgie. "Aaah, I think that's satisfactory." Hades said, looking her over like a prized animal. "Now, you know what to do right? Good. So, what are you waiting for, go and seduce." He ordered. Megara just sighs in defeat, knowing full well that arguing will get her nowhere. "I'll get right on it boss." She said. Strutting away, Meg waves over her shoulder, not even looking back to glance at her infernal master. She's ready to depart for her trip and just wants to get it over and done with. After all, seducing a warlock couldn't be all that bad could it? Sure this one sounds a bit 'peculiar' and he may know dangerous magic, but she was wily, and had feminine charms on her side, not to mention Hades' over the top augmentation. 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Before this story starts, I would like to thank my good friends Jack and Noct. If it wasnt for him, this story wouldnt have happened. Also, all characters here are copyright of Eurasia21xx. Do not use in your stories without consulting me first. "So, its finally begun...N.D. has announced his plan and will attack in three days. I'm going to be stuck in here while my comrades are slaughtered. Thanks alot", said Eurasia sarcastically. Freed from the torture table, he was now in a cage with no lock or anything. Aisarue kept a firm eye on him, making sure he doesn't escape from his prison. "Well, don't be glum Eurasia. But...the only thing you should be worried about is how N.D. figured out our plan. How I have no idea...but he plans on killing us both after the assault on D.O.O.P.. You've felt his power...he can do it with minimal effort.", he said bluntly as he walked over to the cage. Eurasia sighed, hoping that everything would not have been figured out so quickly, "Great...this is not good. Well, we have three days to prepare until that time. Also, according to what you are telling me, N.D. is in a meditative sleep until the time comes. We should take this time to pay a visit to the girls." This idea was something he did not want to do, but it was his last hope to save them. Involving them was definitely a huge turn off for him, since of what happened to them last time. However, if he didn't, they would end up being killed regardless. Aisarue however, was very against this plan, walking over to the cage and poking his head between the cage "You do know what will happen if we get found out. He might kill us on the spot and even worse for you if we are caught with your lovers.", he said, grinning at him inside the cage. He was loving making his good side quiver with fear, which was a trait that came from him being his darker side. Thoughts and images quickly circled in his mind, horrible ones of his loved ones beaten to death. That set off the dream he had not too long ago, but he knew that if he could pull it off, they could be safe. Aisarue however was far from done, " He'll kill them as well, probably first while making you watch...making them yell for you to protect them before ending their life. Ripping them apart and spraying their blood on you beforeOOF!", but before he could finish, Eurasia quickly got up and punched him in the jaw. The hit however did not make him flinch, Eurasia's fist still embedded into his cheek. His power was gone, now that the dragoon spirit on his real body was no longer his. To Aisarue, the punch was but a tap, however, it bothered him that he would still try anyway. With his finger, he moved his fist and looked him straight in the eye, "Eurasia, you really care for them so much that you would forfeit your life? You truly are a fool Eurasia...how can you expect them to be happy for you, if you are dead? I just don't understand...but we'll follow your plan. Lets pay a visit to them...only if you do me one favor. I'll throw in a bonus for you if you do this favor me...and I'm sure you'll like this bonus" Doing a favor for someone who had caused him so many problems was something that he was in mood for, as he stumbled back to the end of the cage. Looking at his options, a favor that will help his dragonesses live sounded like something he should do, but the only thing that bothered him was the possibilities of what he would be asking for. He faced him from the back of the cage and sighed, "Fine...what favor do you want? I'll do anything if it means to save them..." * Back at D.O.O.P., it was declared a state of emergency. The return of N.D. was something that got Stanis and the rest of the higher authority sweating like crazy, getting everyone as prepared as he could. Expansion shards were being given to every dragoon except for the very new arrivals, who were sent back so that there might be a hope for the future in case of the worst possible outcome. Stanis was alone in his quarters, sitting behind his desk and thinking, "What a mess...this might really be the end. N.D. was unstoppable before, but we only got out because the hero himself was able to defeat him. This time however, no one here is anywhere near as powerful as he was. What to do...", but with no new ideas, he was in trouble. Moments later, Nocturnophile entered the room, holding a pile of paper and slamming it onto his desk, "Leader, these are the files you requested. Everything we have on the land below D.O.O.P., formally known as Myristyl, the land of hopes and dreams.", he said, wiping the sweat from his head. Stanis nodded and started to rummage through the paper, skimming through the text. "Good work Commander Noct, we need to know as much as we possibly can about the battle ground that N.D. mentioned in his message. Everything about it was all destroyed during the great migration of dragons and humans. Only one who know everything there by heart was the hero himself and the Dark Lord. From what we know, its nothing down there. No plants can grow since there is no sun here, yet it keeps its temperature at a constant 80 degrees. It's still unknown as to why, but it is the perfect battle ground.", said Stanis, tossing aside the stack. Noct bowed and left the room, leaving Stanis alone in his quarters. He scratched his head for a moment to think about what to do. The land its self was dangerous to be on, since of unpredictable activities that could happen. From earthquakes, tornadoes to practically any other land disaster. "Seems that everything is going how he wants it...fighting in an land with no holds barred...this won't end well..." * "Wow...he seemed so scared from that message. He left us without saying goodbye...", said Shyranrya, walking around in a little circle. Zero got the message on his P.I.C., as well as Rizan who was looking at her P.I.C. as well. The message got through to all three of the girls. It seems that the situation had gotten much worse now than before, now out of their control. Hamelis got up and stretched her wings, before starting to walk out of the forest, "Well, lets go back to your cave Shyranrya. Well..in front of it so we can talk about what to do next. That N.D. is very serious and we should discuss what to do next. Just so we don't end up doing something that could interfere with the dragoons.", she said, her steps shaking the earth quite a bit before the other two started to follow behind. within moments, Hamelis was lying on her tummy with her two friends lying on her. Rizan looked at her P.I.C. before gasping in fear, "Wha?! Hamelis! Shyranrya! I have a message from someone!", she yelped, unsure of whether to read it or not. Hamelis was scratching her claw on her head, pondering on who of the few that have knowledge that she has a P.I.C. would contact her, "Hmm...answer it. Those who know about your P.I.C. are those who are helpful so far." Shyranrya nodded in agreement, rubbing Hamelis's sides and making her giggle lightly. Rizan smiled and decided to go with the advice. She opened the message and read it before gasping again, the sender of the message even more surprising than the message its self. The gasp stopped the fun between Hamelis and Shyranrya, their attention now at her as Hamelis lowered her head to Rizan, "What?! Is it from N.D.?!", she asked, trying to keep her cool. Rizan looked up and shook her head. Shyranrya got up and looked over to her P.I.C. and her eyes widened as well, "Whoa...why would he contact us?! Unless he has something planned that could hurt us. It's all his fault that Eurasia is gone!", she shouted, grinding her teeth and smoke coming out of her nostrils. Upon hearing that, she already knew who it was. Something like this was very bad, their enemy had contacted them at a very critical time. However, just thinking about it would not help anything, "Well, what does it say Rizzy? Is it something to threaten us?" The P.I.C. in Rizan's hand was put away, her face turning into a slight smile, "Well...its from Aisarue..but its actually good news!", she exclaimed, giving her two friends a bit smile from cheek to cheek. The two were dumbfounded as to how there can be good news from Aisarue, but they waited to see if she had more to say. She stood up and looked around, "The message basically says that hes coming over to discuss Eurasia's return to us." * 2 days later Zero and DarkStar both trained together, in hopes of finding new techniques together that would help them withstand the coming onslaught in about 24 hours. The two have managed to discover new techniques individually, but what they both needed were techniques that took advantage of both their elements. So far, no progress was made up to this point which was really bad for them both. With their last day finally ended, they proceeded out of the training room together and headed to Abu's room. He was finally fully healed, but he remained in his room for the past few days to think up a plan against N.D.. Since it was the last day, they decided to pay a visit to Abu for a last minute "...his style seems unbeatable...unless I find a way to get past that damn ability, every attack will just be worthless. This war will be a futile effort--huh?", but Abu's thoughts were cut short as he heard his door open. Zero gave him a big smile as he waved in, while DarkStar just nodded in his direction. Abu's room was very different from others, as he had his own lab with his room. Research was done often here, also where many different inventions turned up. The three sat beside his work table, and thought about what the future may hold for them. The mood was very grim between them, before Zero broke the silence, "So...Abu. What did you find out about N.D., or any words of advice you could give us before the big day? You know we are going to need it...especially of what he is capable of. You know what they told us in class...they say hes a god." The topic was not a good one, lacking in positive thinking. DarkStar slammed his hands on the table, surprising the other two with him, "Damn it Zero! Stop talking like that! We will defeat him! We just...have to find the right method.", said DarkStar, getting annoyed by Zero's choice of words. Abu looked down at his fingers and twittled with them for a bit until coming to a conclusion. "Guys, What you need to focus on is working as a team. Besides, I already have one back up plan while you guys are out there battling. Plus, I have a backup plan for the backup in case that fails as well. Its something that I found out while in the archives, something that was hidden away for a long time..." Now seeing that his plans were something to think about, it just gnawed away at Zero's curiosity. However, he knew that there was no way he could find out anything until tomorrow. Everything that Abu researched on was always a secret, which is how he preferred it. They spent the night to talk about their plan of attack, before going to rest for the battle ahead. * The next day Back on Bloodheart, N.D, Abyssion and Omega were ready to commence the assault on D.O.O.P.. However, Aisarue was no where to be found, which worried Abyssion and angered N.D. Omega didn't care but N.D. was starting to get suspicious of him, "Hmm...our friend seems to have wondered someplace. I wonder where he--well, there he is.", he said as a warp hole opened to the left of them. Out from the portal arrived Aisarue, looking a bit exhausted but with the same smirk that he had retained since joining up with them. As his eyes met N.D.'s, he felt a cold chill run down his back, "Oh..sorry about that my lord. I had to make sure of something to confirm our victory against the dragoons. I have news of something that might interest you.", he said with a very confident tone. N.D. however did not seemed pleased at all, "News?...what could you know that I possibly do not? I'd have better be good news...", he exclaimed with a bitter and angry tone. Aisarue nodded and took out a photograph from his pocket to show to him. The picture turned out to be a photograph of blueprints, blueprints to something that N.D. knew full well, "I see...well this is not going to interfere with anything. Even with that in their possession, it wont stop us. I also have a little surprise for the dragoons tomorrow...a welcoming party so to say. They will be greeting the dragoons when the battle begins...", said N.D. * The dragoons were getting ready for battle, as the time for the decisive battle was only minutes away. Stanis awaited at the largest exit of D.O.O.P., looking down to the land below, "There it is... Myristyl. The land of dreams and prosperity, where dragons and humans were 100 percent in tune with each other. Until that day where "he" came and ruined everything...This time, we will end N.D.'s life and bring peace to dragons everywhere. ", he thought, seeing the once beautiful land now nothing but wasteland. He heard the steps of the dragoons behind him, all marching single file. Noct and Firon were leading them, before giving a salute to their leader Stanis. Zero took command of the Wind elemental dragoons, while DarkStar took command of the Ice dragoons. DarkStar however was convinced that they would only slow him down, but he did it only because his friends urged him to. Soon, every dragoon was standing at the platform that lead to the ground below. Stanis gave the signal, which lead every dragoon to shout, "FOR THE DRAGONS! FOR THE HUMANS! FOR LIFE, HONOR AND D.O.O.P!.", before they all jumped down in free fall. During the high drop, every dragoon powered up their spirits and emitted an energy so powerful, that N.D. himself felt it. The dragoons looked down at the ground, expecting to land in wide open area. However, the desolate wasteland below soon turned pitch black, Noct gasping in awe, "No...its the Jadow! They have been awakened from their slumber! DRAGOONS, BE WARY!", he shouted, giving he signal to attack.	Chapter 10 - Dragoons Unite! The Battle for Survival! 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The Tiger Club Jungle Fever Arctic's Journal: It has been three weeks since I set out on my solo expedition and I must say my time has been laced with a decent amount of luck. My initial goal was to seek out a little known lost tribe that was rumoured to be living close to civilization and study it to learn more about how these people survive without the convenience of modern appliances. It was after the second week of trekking that I came across the edge of the village and was greeted by an amazing group of warriors. Each one looking very fit and obviously well trained by the looks of the way they wielded their weapons. Thankfully I was warmly welcomed into their homes, especially after the chieftain of the tribe took an interest in me. The blue haired wolf paused in her writing to laugh quietly to herself. He was a big red tiger whom the others seem to obey with respect, a proud man who cared for all his people. He made sure I was well looked after and have several of the women of the village take me around to show how they lived their lives with simple tools and crafting skills. It's strange though that one thing I have noticed about the villagers here, they are either tigers or a tiger hybrid. I have seen all types from bunnies with tiger markings to striped bovines. There was a knock on the doorframe to the hut and the curtain covering the opening was pulled aside to allow a young pink tigress to enter. The feline was carrying a crudely made cup that was filled with a fruity concoction and placed it on a sawn off log that was used as a table. Arctic looked up as the teen entered, the wolf had a cloth wrapped around her chest and a wrap-around skirt tied at the hip that the village women had given her to fit in. "Thank you." Arctic said kindly and the tigress gave a friendly smile before leaving, the explorer took a sip of the sweet drink before returning to her journal. I feel privileged to have to have been welcomed into their homes and feel lucky as there seems to be a celebration planned, the tigers of this lost clan have worked hard over the past week in order to prepare for some traditional ritual. The woman having put together a marvellous feast, which includes a sweet drink made from fruit that seems very addictive. Another pause and Arctic took another long sip from her drink and as she swallowed warmth spread out through her body, her skin tingling as liquid settled in her stomach. I'm wondering what else is in it apart from the fruit but one thing is sure, it will make this celebration of theirs all the more interesting. The pretty wolf set aside her book and stretched her arms over her head, her body feeling warmer then normal as she reached to drain the remaining liquid from her cup. A second knock heralded another tigress, this one tall and white with long red hair. The female feline smiling as Arctic rose to her feet to greet her. The explorer recognizing this tigress as one close to the Chieftain and it was assumed she was his wife or at least the most favoured of his wives. The white tigress smiled at the smaller woman's expression and reached to brush at the wolf's hair, almost as if the feline was making Arctic look prettier than she was, she then offered Arctic a hand to lead the woman outside. At night the village was bustling as the females of the tribe were tending tables of prepared food, Arctic noticed the differences in ages ranging from teens to those who looked in their mid-thirties. All dressed up and looking pretty for the ceremony, the men seemed scarce though with maybe a handful standing guard. "Where are the others?" Arctic asked getting the white tigress' attention. The wolf femme wasn't sure if these people could understand her words but seemed to understand her intentions and actions so when the blue haired woman motioned tot he men the big busty feline grinned and scooped up another cup of sweet fruity elixir and pressed it into Arctic's hand before tugging her through the activity. "Well if you're trying to get me drunk you're going the right way about it." The wolf laughed and took a drink from the cup, her head spinning lightly as the heat inside her built up. The pair came to an area where several larger huts stood, the sounds of the gathering behind them as the tigress stood facing Arctic, the big feline looking the wolf over as would a mother approve her daughter before she would go out on the town before pulling her close and kissing the smaller woman's forehead. The tigress pulled aside the curtain to a hut and motioned Arctic inside. As she entered the hut a heavy male scent wash over her enflamed senses, the heat within her tingling body flaring higher as the musky tiger smell flooded her nostrils. Around the inside Arctic saw four of the village warriors including the Chief, a twin pair of black and white tigers and a young looking brown-grey wolf-tiger sat waiting, their banter cheerful as they too drank a similar concoction that Arctic did. All eyes swivelling to focus on the wolf femme as she stepped lightly and steadied herself before them. "I think I am beginning to understand what sort of ritual this is." The pretty girl whispered to herself as she inhaled more of the tiger's scent, her loins aching as her nether lips became very wet quickly. The same pink tigress who brought her a drink from before stepped forward from the red tigers side took hold of Arctic's arm to guided her to a half log table that sat in the middle of the dwelling. The young explorer slowly knelt down and saw a jug of liquor perched on the surface, the woman taking another deep drink before looking up at the big red tiger. The cloth he wore over his crotch was tented up, the drink arousing him as it had the wolf, a quick glance around the room showed the other males also sporting erections although the wolf-tiger seemed nervous yet fascinated by the sexy new comer. "Must be his first time." Arctic thought as her heart beat madly in her chest, her bosoms heaving as her pussy dripped in anticipation, the drink doing its job as an aphrodisiac. The chief rose to his feet and slipped off his loin cloth, the wolf femme gasping at the sight of the feline's big cock, her fingers digging into the wooden surface of the table as the tiger walked around her kneeling form. Any reluctance the sexy adventurer had washed away in a sea of lust brought about the drinks effects; the only thing on Arctic's mind at this moment was that thick hard member. The wolf felt her top being untied and pulled off, her impressive breasts spilling free. The woman seeing her nipples were hard as diamonds with out them even being touched, another light touch and her skirt was peeled away, the femme now naked in front of these horny, needy males. She heard the big tiger say something in their language and the teen tigress poured her another drink and as Arctic reached for it strong hands moved across her back and around her body as the leader of this tribe knelt behind her, ready to mount the wolf's trembling body. "P-please." Arctic whimpered softly and leaned forward, her legs spreading to make it easier for the feline to find what he sought. The blue haired beauty gasped aloud as the tiger's hot meat slashed across her sopping cunt before finding her entrance and pushing in. Both of them groaned as the rest watched as their chief hilted his prick in Arctic's quivering snatch, his hands cupping and groping her firm tit-flesh, his fingers teasing her nipples as he started thrusting into sexy wolf's eager body. Soft moans and gasps became louder sounds of pleasure as the drink with in the pair pushed their lusts to new heights, Arctic's back arching as she cried out in joy as the heat burning insides her became hotter until a hard climax shook her body. The tiger hissing as the wolf's sex clamped on his aching length until he slammed in and gave her what she desired. Hot cum gushing into her hungry pussy sent the femme into a second orgasm, she pushed back as the red feline gripped her tight and held deep, his cum spurting into her horny body in an attempt to quench her fiery passion, but as Arctic discovered, this wasn't going to be enough. Cooing softly and feeling the tiger leaders warmth inside her, Arctic looked over her shoulder at the panting male and received a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing hotly as the big male pumped more thick, rich seed inside her, the pair parting slowly as the wolf knew he was just the first. The red tiger's shaft still hard and dripping as he pulled away and the young wolf-tiger were beckoned forth. The young striped wolf seemed hesitant until the pink tigress urged him to kneel behind the wolfess, Arctic quickly took another drink from her cup before looking over her shoulder to watch the youth move in. Despite having been mated with the woman still shivered as the inexperienced male found her snatch and pushed in, filling the femme's sex quickly and causing Arctic to clamp on the cock invading her. The hybrid began humping the wolf's sweaty body hard and fast, making up for his lack of knowledge with his eagerness, the drink making sure he had the stamina to give the girl a decent ride. Arctic's body rocked back and forth as she was pounded from behind, her pussy milking the young male's cock for all it was worth, her lusty cries echoing around the hut as she was driven to another climax by the young warriors hard thrusts, the youth's own cries joining hers as he slammed in and experiences his first climax. His hips bucking and slapping against her rear as his seed flowed in to mix with that of the red tiger's. "God damn yes." The wolf panted and slumped onto the table, soothing hands of the pink female tiger stroked along Arctic's back and side before rubbing her tummy. Arctic felt the young male kiss her cheek before withdrawing; a gentle rubbing to her rear followed this. The woman's cheek flushing deeper at the cute gesture before noticing the other two males, the twins, had both risen to come towards her together. "Oh wow." The wolf's blue eyes sparkled lustfully as she was helped to her feet, the teen tigress clearing the table as the black tiger sat on the end and pulled Arctic close. With her back to the black feline, Arctic could feel the male's rigid member against her rear; the wolf wiggling in the tiger's embrace to rub the trapped prick while the white tiger presented his rampant erection to her. The femme wrapping her fingers around the impressive girth to stroke it slowly, the male growling deeply and rocking his hips in time with Arctic's jerking. Strong hands gripped her hips and lifted the adventurer up, the black tiger's hot meat sliding into her well-fucked hole as Arctic settled again. Her body leaning forward enough for her to run her tongue along the twins shaft as her fingers danced along it's length, the standing feline slipping his fingers through the wolf's hair as he encouraged the wolf to use her mouth, something the girl did happily. Sounds of passion rose from the trio as Arctic bounced on one feline's prick while suckling hungrily on the other. Rough hands groping her breasts as the two hard cocks pumped and pounded her pussy and mouth, the female slurping lewdly on the tasty member while the hot pre oozed from the other and mixed with the sticky mess already lingering inside her. The heat within the wolfess burned hotter as she was fucked for the third time, the musky scent filling her nose from the cock she worked over in her mouth made her head spin more. Arctic's cunt gripping tight as yet another climax washed through her body, the hot juices flooding her passage washing over the black tiger's aching cock until he too roared out and unload his cream into the woman's body, the male hissing and nipping hotly at Arctic's shoulder as she bobbed her head quickly, sucking hard until she was rewarded with a spray of hot cum to her face and tits. The three moaning and writhing as the wolf woman's tongue lapped and caressed the white tiger's spurting length, coaxing more rich seed to fall onto her heaving chest. Then both she and the black feline eased back onto the table to rest. Arctic caught a flash of movement and saw the big red tiger move towards them, his cock rock hard and ready for more of the wolf's unsatisfied body, the explorer licking her lips as she realized this was just the beginning of the ritual and she had a long night ahead of her. "You just have to love tradition." She cooed with a sly smile. A couple of hours later the door to the private room open and Arctic Ikume exited with a dreamy look upon her face, she paused to wave to the black and white twin tigers whom had entered to look after the woman. The two felines returning the wave before cleaning up, the young wolf stretching before closing the door. "Ah Miss Ikume, I trust your evening goes well." Arctic turned to see Zachariah Smith walking down the hall towards her, the red tiger smiling pleasantly. "It's going very well thank you Mister Smith." She replied biting her lip and frowning. "There is one thing I should ask about your rooms though." "And what is this?" The feline frowned before stopping next the blue haired wolf. "The people I "encounter" in my fantasies. What factor determines who I see and what they do?" Arctic asked with some interest, memories of the clubs owner and the things he did to the femme came floating back to her, making the girls tail swish a little quicker. "I can honestly say that it's your choice for your fantasy Arctic." Zachariah explained. "Sometimes your subconscious creates characters for people you've met that you would like to interact with. Why do you ask?" The pretty lawyer smiled and toyed with the tiger's tie. "Was just curious." Arctic licked her lips and gave the item a light tug. "Perhaps we could find a place to discuss this some more. A place with a shower perhaps?" "But of course." Zachariah's smile broadened and motioned the femme back down the hallway from which he came. "Anything to see the customer thoroughly satisfied." With a spring in her step Arctic set off with the tiger in tow, two things would satisfy her now. One was a nice hot shower. Fortunately the second thing could be done within the shower and luckily the wolf had someone to do it with. 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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."	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There was something incredibly hot about having sex with Mel, my girlfriend Michelle's sister, that made me think about practically nothing else until I did it again. Michelle was still my favorite, and I had no intention to let Mel take her place or anything, but I had never been able to stay focused on one girl as it was. Michelle not only knew that fact but had suggested I bang her sister in the first place (though alcohol may have played a role). In fact, Michelle was in the next room over that first time I banged Mel, no doubt able to hear everything. Even so, I felt that luck was too good to be true, so the next time I hooked up with Mel, Michelle was none the wiser. I didn't want Michelle to think I was starting to favor her sister to her, so Mel and I agreed to keep it quiet this time. We both knew it was just a new, fun and brief infatuation that would pass, so we planned to simply ride it out. After I looked Mel up online, Mel and I met up less than two weeks after our first intercourse at the same location - her house - and didn't mince any words as soon as I arrived. Words, actually, escaped me the second I stepped into that welcoming kitchen again. Mel didn't say a word either, simply standing in the doorway to the hall. I had thought Mel was hot the day I met her just a little while ago, but this time she had raised the bar, likely because this time we were meeting specifically for sex while the last time it had just kind of happened. The 5'4" Italian babe smiled seductively at me, her bright brown eyes wide with excitement as her long, dark brown hair hung straight down to her shoulders. Plenty of her very tan skin was exposed as her thin, toned body was dressed in a short black miniskirt and a tight gray sleeveless top. Capping off the outfit were some pieces of jewelry and a pair of sexy black high heels which were backless and open-toe. "My sister has talked a little bit about what you like," she said slyly as I very obviously took in the outfit. The next few moments were a blur, but we ended up in Mel's bedroom upstairs with the only clothing between the two of us that didn't end up on the floor being a bracelet, a necklace the shoes (all on Mel, of course), per my request. The next thing I knew, we were in the bed, Mel on her hands and knees, facing me as I knelt in front of her and watched her take my cock in her mouth. "Shit, baby," I muttered as Mel bobbed her head back and forth, sucking as much of my cock as would fit in her mouth as she rubbed my balls, "you're so good at that." Mel grinned, pulling back her head and stroking my cock with her hand just long enough to say, "Whose blowjobs are better, mine or Shell's? I won't tell." There was something fantastically dirty about comparing one sister to the other. I was more than happy to play along. "I'd have to say yours," I said, probably being honest, though I may have just been caught up in the moment. "It's hard to say - I'll need a few more before I can really decide." Mel just grinned again and then went back to sucking my cock, this time sliding her head back and forth more quickly as she polished my knob. Her wet tongue pressed against the bottom of my cock while my shaft slid past those luscious lips over and over again, driving me wild and causing me to tilt my head back and moan. Meanwhile my hands traveled up Mel's sides, resting on her boobs for just a moment before grasping her hair and both sides and gently pulling. Mel administered one of the most wonderful blowjobs I'd had in a while for another minute or so until she pulled back and helped push me onto my back, my cock now pointing straight up in the air while Mel shifted over me. With her knees straddled on each side of my waist, Mel took my cock in one hand, balancing herself with her other hand on my stomach, and guided my stiff erection, slick with Mel's spit, into her pussy. Mel's sex hole was just as tight as I had remembered it, and, even though it was very wet from anticipation, it took a minute to push my thick cock all the way into the tight opening, making Mel and I even hornier as we were eager to start fucking. At last, Mel rocked herself all the way down to the base of my cock, the shaft now coated in Mel's vaginal secretions and ready to give my girlfriend's hot sister and I the fix we so desperately craved. Still on her knees, Mel began to slide up and down me right away, both of us moaning right from the start. My hands ran up Mel's knees to her waist while the slender brunette rocked her hot body up and down, over and over again, her hair and boobs swinging as she fucked me steadily as I held onto her. I think my cock got even harder inside Mel as her tight twat clung desperately to my phallus that went deep into Mel each time she came down on me. Each time we made eye contact, we laughed a bit from the joy of the pleasure we were feeling as well as the naughty feeling of fornicating apart from Michelle's knowledge. "Where does Shell think you are right now?" Mel said between breaths as she panted while sliding up and down me. "A friend's house," I panted back. "Well, that's not inaccurate," Mel said, pushing her hair out of her face and then putting her hand back on my waist. "I really don't think she'd mind if she knew what we were doing." "Maybe," I said, and then we went back to focusing on sex. After another moment, Mel shifted back, picking her feet up and planting her high heels on either side of my waist, her knees now pointing up in the air and her hands behind her back, balancing herself with her hands on my legs. Now being able to view Mel's entire body from her toes to her head, I was wild with lust and sunk my nails into her flesh just as she went back to rocking up and down me. Mel and I cursed in unison as she moved up and down, slapping her body against mine as she came down over and over again, hard and fast. Her hair and necklace swung around her neck, and her boobs jiggled up and down with the rhythm of her body's riding my cock until I reached up and squeezed her ample breasts, now holding them in place as she fucked me, coming down on my balls again and again. I let go of Mel's boobs and gripped her ankles instead, occasionally thrusting up into my newest friend but for the most part just watching her as she rode my stiff prick with impressive stamina. I noticed beads of sweat forming on her forehead and between her breasts as she remarkably kept up her pace, fucking me hard and taking my cock as deep inside her as she could. "Oh gosh," I moaned. "You and your sister really know how to fuck!" Mel laughed, letting out a loud exhale but not slowing down as her perfect body rocked mine. She didn't say a word but only continued to ride me with a big smile on her face. At last, Mel finally slowed down, coming to a stop and grinding on me instead as she took deep breaths. My hands wrapped even tighter around her ankles, just above her sexy high heels, as I too inhaled deeply. I had been approaching an orgasm and considering unloading inside my girlfriend's sister, but once Mel switched it up, I did my best to hold off my climax and instead keep up the hot sex. I suggested Mel get on her hands and knees, which she eagerly did, and I got back to my knees, setting up behind that lovely tan ass between those sexy legs and heels. Mel looked over at her shoulder at me, long strands of her dark brown hair falling in her face while she watched me spread her and then insert my cock back into that wet pussy. Mel's cunt felt so good that I couldn't control myself. "Oh fuck yeah, Mel!" I yelled, putting both hands on the girl's hips and thrusting my cock deep into her. I shouted some other encouragements to my new friend, who took it all in stride, lowering her head as she moaned and gripped the sheets below her tightly while I moved in and out of her. Before long, my balls were slapping against her clit as I pounded her doggystyle hard and fast, giving full vent to my lust. Mel rocked her body back and forth while I thrust in and out of her, both of us forcing my cock as deep inside her tight Italian body as possible. We were both sweating pretty hard now and moaning uncontrollably as our lovemaking was turning into a marathon session at this point. At one point, my hands slid down those sexy tan legs back to her ankles, and I held her there while she slammed back into me over and over and over again. Up until about a week ago, I had had no idea that Michelle had a sister who was such a good fuck. As it would turn out, up to this point, I still didn't really know. Mel and I finished off by getting Mel on her back, spreading her legs far apart and lifting her heels up in the air. I scooted up, resting one of Mel's ankles on my shoulder and allowing the other to wrap around my waist as I slipped my cock back into her wet twat. Once inside, I leaned forward, sinking all the way in, and put my hands on Mel's tits as I fucked her nice and hard. Mel closed her eyes briefly as I started to rail her some more, both of us moaning with pleasure. Grunting and panting as sweat poured down my face, I squeezed Mel's boobs hard and pounded her pussy, my balls slapping steadily against her taint as I ravished her beautiful body. Mel's hands ran up my arms, scratching my flesh as she took the steady pummeling. I thrust faster and faster, banging Mel harder and harder until I let go of her breasts and leaned over on top of her, letting the leg that had been draped over my shoulder fall down my arm and wrap around my back with her other leg, her ankles now crossed over each other behind me, her heels poking my back just a bit. I didn't mind; it kind of turned me on, actually. Mel wrapped her arms around my back, and, by impulse, I kissed my girlfriend's sister while I thrust in and out of her pussy over and over again as we were wrapped tightly together. Mel didn't seem to mind and, in fact, kissed me back with her limbs holding me tightly to her, our sweat mingling and my cock slamming in and out of her cunt all the harder until Mel, whose tongue was swirling past my lips, moaned into my mouth and at last came on my cock, her sweat-soaked body shuddering as she did. Her already tight pussy grew even more constricted around my member as she enjoyed her orgasm. Mel moaned deliberately at each of my thrusts during and after my orgasm, her eyes closed the whole time. When she did open them, I was still fucking her tight body to my heart's content. Her bright browns met my eyes, and she smiled and said, "Your turn." We had been fucking for almost an hour at this point, so I was ready to go at a moment's notice. "Where do you want it?" "Anywhere you want," Mel said with a devilish grin. I knew where I wanted it. "Even on your face?" I asked. Mel grinned. "Yes," she answered simply. With that exchanged, I really hammered Mel's pussy until my balls were ready to explode. I quickly pulled out, Mel panting as she relaxed her arms and legs and allowed me to get to my knees, hover over the sweaty bitch and briefly beat myself off as I pointed my swelling cock at that pretty face and prepared to unload. "That's it," Mel cooed. "Mmm, all over my fucking face." This girl was a goddess! With a loud moan, I erupted, spraying streak after streak of thick, hot cum all over Mel's smiling face, covering the bitch's cheeks, nose and forehead, even getting some around her eyes (though I tried not to) and a good amount in her hair, which was now matted with sweat as well. Once the last of my jizz was released, I took a deep breath, exhaled loudly and fell limply beside my new friend. With a satisfied sigh, Mel kicked off the shoes and stepped out of bed, grabbing some nearby tissues to wipe off the cum that was streaming down her face. I lie there dazed for a moment before I too got up to clean up and get dressed. Afterward, the night was still young, so Mel suggested meeting up with Michelle. Mel and I would go our separate ways first, though Mel insisted her sister wouldn't mind. As I was just about to go, Mel stopped me and said, "You know, your reputation precedes you." "What do you mean?" It turns out that, although I thought the depths of the depravity of some of my other sexual exploits were unknown to my girlfriend Michelle, some mutual friend had clued Michelle in, particularly regarding my experience with devil's threesomes and double penetration. While Michelle had, to this point, not brought up to me her knowledge of these preferences of mine, she had shamelessly done so with her sister. "Shell isn't too into that kind of stuff," Mel told me, "but I might be." My jaw must have hit the floor. A goddess, like I said. "Maybe you can get one of your friends to join us next time." I certainly did get a friend to join us. Within two weeks I was back at Mel's house, this time with my buddy Miles, who, upon seeing a picture of Mel, had instantly agreed to join me in double-teaming this sex demon. For this event, we met later into the night, and Mel went all out, wearing a tight little black dress and a pair of sexy red high heels along with a silver necklace and a couple bracelets. Again, she greeted us from the hall doorway, standing seductively and making me hard instantly. "Damn," Miles said. "Even better then in the pictures." After a couple drinks to help take the edge off, Miles and I followed the slender brunette up the stairs and into the bedroom. My heart was pounding louder than Mel's heels were clacking against each of the hardwood steps. The nerves I felt inside were for more than one reason. Not only was threesome sex always an exciting endeavor, teaming up on a particular girl for the first time only accentuated the build-up. Most of all, though, the fact that Miles and I were about to share my girlfriend's sister totally independent of Michelle's knowledge (as far as I knew, anyway) really had my energy pumping. It wasn't the first male-female-male threesome for Miles and not for me by a long shot, but it was Mel's first, which fact added extra anticipation for me. My past experience would be fortunate for Mel as I would be able to coach her through it and ensure we all had the most fun possible. Any type of sex, including threesomes - DP or otherwise - is more fun when everyone is into it and having a great time. Cutting to the chase, Miles and I helped the lady out of her dress and then quickly out of her underwear. Like the last time I had been with Mel, I requested that the heels and jewelry stayed on. Once we were all naked, it was time for sufficient foreplay to make sure Mel was as turned on as possible so she could welcome these two cocks. Needless to say, Miles and I were plenty turned on just from the sight of Mel sans her dress and underwear. We started the next phase of the evening by throwing Mel onto the bed, on her back. She giggled as we two men came up on her, I between her legs and Miles near her head. Mel looked first down at me and spread her legs wide, lifting them up so that her heels were pointing to the ceiling. Her pussy was now in plain view and already glistening with the anticipation of what was about to ensue. Meanwhile, Miles began to massage Mel's boobs before leaning down and putting his mouth on her nipples. Mel giggled as Miles sucked in her tits, but it was my mouth's contact with her cunt that elicited the louder noise, making Mel moan with delight as I began to eat her out. We boys spent a good, long time orally attending to Mel's erogenous zones, I occasionally working a finger or two into play, so that, by the end of our foreplay, Mel was squirming uncontrollably and begging us to fuck her. Next, we got Mel on her hands and knees while we knelt on either end of her. I really wanted to start with another one of those awesome blowjobs, so I had Mel's head near my cock, which by now was aching for attention, and allowed Miles the pleasure of going right to work to break Mel's pussy in for the vigorous exercise it was in for tonight. Almost immediately, we were each sinking our respective dick into either end of this petite, toned babe, who was moaning softly around my prick as is slid in deeper and deeper, approaching her throat. Miles and I cursed and moaned from the sensations of split-roasting Mel and grabbed onto the woman as we both partook of her. Miles held tightly to Mel's ass and thrust in and out of her pussy, slowly at first but quickly building up steam. I, meanwhile, held onto her head and stayed still, letting Miles's thrusting into the other end of Mel push her forward and back, causing her wet tongue and lips to slide from the tip of my cock to the base and back again, over and over. As Miles rocked her harder, Mel reached up with both hands and held onto my hips, clutching me to keep herself held up and fastened on my dick as she sucked it while getting pushed onto it again and again. Miles appeared to be having no shortage of enjoyment fucking the girl he'd just met, slapping her ass and digging his nails into her toned, tanned flesh while he railed her at one end. I just sighed and moaned with delight while Mel clung to me and continued to suck me as I held onto her head and occasionally pulled her hair. We were having so much fun in just that setup that we didn't even both switching Mel around until it was time for the main course. Once in a while, I would pull out of Mel's mouth and slap her face playfully with my dick to let her catch her breath. On one such occasion, as Mel continued to thrust forward from Miles's powerful pounding at the other end, her hair flying into her face back and forth and her tits swinging as well, Mel put her hands back on the mattress and, looking up at me with longing eyes, said, "Do you want to try a Mel sandwich?" "Hell yes," I said, indicating to Miles to let up. Once Miles desisted from fucking Mel, he got on his back, and Mel, still clad in her jewelry and high heels, climbed up on him and straddled him, using her own hand to guide his cock back into her pussy. Miles left his hands at his sides for now as he let Mel slide down on him, both of them moaning as their bodies joined together again. I watched on with untamed lust, both from watching my girlfriend's sexy hot sister taking a dick again and also anticipating getting to fuck her ass very soon in a double penetration sandwich. Miles and Mel stayed relatively still as they waited for me to join, though Mel softly ground on Miles once he was balls-deep in her. Then I, after lubing up plenty, knelt behind the couple, jacking myself off and preparing to enter that lovely ass. Miles took the cue to spread Mel's ass nice and wide for me, and Mel looked over her shoulder to watch as I got ready to give her first double penetration. As I inched closer, I could see and hear that Mel was inhaling deeply and was trying to relax in an effort to maximize the pleasure of this taboo experience. My eyes darted between Mel's face peering over her shoulder and my cock pressing against that open asshole, just above where Miles's cock was stuffed firmly inside Mel's pussy. With one hard push, the tip of my penis penetrated Mel's asshole, causing the bitch to suddenly lunge a little closer toward my buddy beneath her and cry out from the increased pressure inside her. Focused, I slid forward, sinking deeper and deeper into Mel until, at last, my balls rested on her taint, just above where my friend was penetrating the same girl. Mel took some deep breaths and cried out with a noise that was difficult to distinguish as pleasure or pain. Perhaps it was both, as the girl undoubtedly was swelling with sensations that were brand new to her. Attempting to ease my lady friend into the new experience as much as possible, I ran my hands gently up and down her back and sides as Miles and I slowly ground our engorged cocks inside Mel's tight little sex holes, preparing to give the girl just what she asked for. "Just let me know when you're ready," I whispered into Mel's ear as I leaned slightly forward. "OK," Mel whimpered, still adjusting to the new positioning. Then she smiled and said, "This is so fucking hot!" as if to reassure me that she didn't regret her decision to let two guys fuck her simultaneously. I smiled back at her and pulled myself up just a bit, taking the opportunity to gaze at Mel's sexy body, from her luscious hair down to her perfect ass, even sneaking a peek at her stuffed pussy and asshole that neighbored her stretchedut taint. That sight never ceased to drive me wild. After a couple minutes of easing into this sandwich, Mel encouraged us to carry on, and we did so without hesitation. I pulled back first, and as soon as I thrust forward again, Miles pulled out of Mel's pussy, only to sink in again each time I pulled back. Like a welliled machine, Miles and I went to work on Mel's sexy body, and, before long, we were sawing in and out of her firmly and steadily. As Miles and I found our rhythm, I put my hands on Mel's shoulders and lowered my body down on top her, getting a good scent of her hair as we boys really sandwiched her. Mixing with the smell of the girl's hair was the ever increasing sweat forming on all our bodies and the odor of sex emanating from Mel's tight little holes as Miles's and my cocks plunged in and out of them faster and faster as we all grew accustomed to our activity. Respectfully, Miles and I waited for Mel to urge us to go faster or harder before we did so. Whenever she asked for it, we would give it to her in just that way, always maintaining our synchronization of taking turns inside her. As the double-penetration sex progressed, Mel clearly grew more and more comfortable. Her noises became louder as we fucked her faster and faster like pistons going in and out of her. Her cries indicated increasing pleasure, much to my delight. My nails sank deep into the flesh on her shoulders as I thrust deep and hard into her asshole, which was wonderfully tight around my cock. I could feel Miles moving in and out of the same chick underneath us, our pricks separated by just the membrane that defined Mel's two holes. In and out, back and forth, over and over, Miles and I fucked our respective sex hole in this beautiful bitch, giving her the time of her life as I held tightly to her, keeping her pinned helplessly in this delicious sex sandwich. Again, we were all so caught up in the moment that we never even bothered to switch up positions. Miles and I kept Mel sandwiched between us for what felt all too short but was probably actually close to half an hour of taking turns thrusting into her. Still, with all the raunchy sensations around us, including the thick, hot air, the smell of sex, the feeling of our sweat's dripping and mingling together all joined with the sound of balls' slapping against Mel's taint and the wild creaking of the bed beneath us, it took a lot of stamina and determination to hold off an orgasm. Once Miles and I succeeded in bringing Mel to a screaming - and I mean screaming - orgasm, we could hold off our own climaxes no longer. Mel held onto the sheets beneath her with a death grip as she raised her head between our two thrusting male bodies and shrieked with intense pleasure as she came all over her new friend's cock that was pounding her pussy, aided by my own member that was relentlessly screwing her ass. Perhaps delirious, Mel finished by saying, "Cum on my face, both you." She panted a bit as she did, her breasts heaving. "It's the only perfect way to end this." In total agreement, Miles and I removed ourselves from that hot body and helped Mel to the floor, her high heels clacking loudly on the hard wood as she squatted beside the bed. Miles and I hopped onto the floor on either side of Mel, who reached up to rub our balls while we stroked our cocks and pointed them at her grinning face. Those bright eyes of hers darted back and forth between the two phalluses until, in the best way possible to end this threeway, Miles and I came on her at almost the same time. Mel closed her eyes as soon as my cum shot out from my cock and caught her right cheek, just before Miles came, first on her forehead. Mel's fingers' caressing my balls made the joy of cumming on her face all the more enjoyable, and I watched on with utter disbelief and satisfaction as Miles and I coated her entire face, from her forehead down to her chin, with thick spurt after thick spurt of hot jizz. Those pearly white teeth of Mel's shone through the whole time as our man juice plastered and dripped down her pretty face. Once I was finished unloading on Mel, my knees gave out, and I had to rest on the bed. Mel stood up, wiping the cum from her eyes and still grinning as the mess was starting to drip down her neck and approach her boobs. We all had to take a breather for a minute before we boys helped Mel get cleaned up. Once Mel was set, we all got dressed and headed downstairs, as it was getting late now, and Miles and I needed to call it a night and go to our separate homes. However, I was in for one more shocking surprise as I reached the bottom of the stairs. "Sounds like you guys had a lot of fun." It was Michelle, whom I had thought had no knowledge of what had transpired here. My heart stopped when I heard her voice as soon as her petite body came into view in the living room. "When's my turn?"	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I am a misfit. I always have been...and always will be. I am a throwback to another time. And to evolved for this one. I am a romantic. A true romantic. Whether it be the trashy romance novels that I have been reading since I was twelve and writing for almost as long. Or the idealistic way that I see the world and the people in it. I love being different. I love being me. But it is lonely. When you are those things, it is hard to find someone like you. Someone to share this journey with. A partner, a true partner. Oh, there are always people about. Friends and lovers who are attracted to you. To what you can do for them. For what you can and do give them. There are more of them than you can ever feed, love and nurture. Because the sad truth is that there are too few givers in this world and way too many takers. I am forty-nine...and five weeks. And I have always been alone. Even when I was in relationships. Even when I was married. I was alone in all the ways that matter most. As a child, my sperm donor left me when I was two and a half. I was raised by my great-grandmother in a neighborhood with only a handful of children. My only friends were women ten times older than I was who taught me to sew, cook and crochet before I could read. They told me stories of the Great Depression and World War II. Don't feel sorry for me. Those women taught me more, were better friends than most I have had in my life. They made me who I am today...and I am thankful for that. When I went to school, I was alone. Oh, I had a friend...or two. But I was not in the popular crowd. I had trouble learning to read so I was called dumb. My family did not have money so my hand me down clothes were made fun of. I escaped into my mind. My fantasies. I suppose you could say I told lies, but they are not lies when you believe them more than the reality about you. Don't feel sorry for me. Those experiences taught me to fantasize. That as long as you have your mind, you can go anywhere, be anything. When I grew up and got married, I thought everything would be all right. I had someone that was all mine. A best friend. Someone I could count on. Except it was more about him counting on me. Me being what he needed when he needed it. When the chips were down, I was always alone. I was the one facing the hard choices...alone. Don't feel sorry for me. I made those decisions. I took the consequences. And I survived. That is what matters. When I had children, I thought...at last, someone that will love me forever. And I poured my heart and soul into them all. I loved them. I taught them. I mentored them. And then I let them go. To be the people that they were meant to be. Don't feel sorry for me. That is how it is supposed to be. Children grown into adults and have their own lives. And if you have done your job well, they fly back home every now and again. Just often enough to remind you that it was all worth it. These days I have my friends. People around me that care for me and I care for them. When I need someone to talk to, they listen. If I truly need something, they give it if they can. They are wonderful people. But they cannot be there all the time. The truth is that unless you are a twin...all of us enter this world alone. And even if we died in the arms of the person we love the most, we all leave it alone. One of my favorite authors is Dr. Seuss. The man offers some of the best advice about how to live your life that you could ever have. Forget self-help books. Forget philosophy. Forget gods and religion. Go with Seuss. And my favorite book of all is "Oh, The Places You'll Go." These words are immortal: All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot. It is the one thing that most of us spend a lifetime trying to avoid. As babies, we wake up alone and cry to get someone to come and just pick us up. And if no one comes? The sad thing is that we learn not to us...and it fucks us up for the rest of our lives. As teens, we do almost anything we can to be 'popular.' Drink, smoke, do drugs. We discover the one that we will continue to manipulate well into adulthood...sex. If we have sex, then we are not alone. Right? We marry. We have children. We make friends. Hell, we work crappy jobs. Just so that we won't have to be alone. Except alone is not that bad a place. Alone is quiet. Alone is peaceful. Alone is freedom. To do and be what you want. Alone is serenity. Alone means just for me. But getting to that place is not easy. I know that. I spent forty-nine years trying all those things that I mentioned. Two marriages. Six children. A dom. A daddy. A master. Friends. And way too many lovers to mention. I tried them all to avoid the one thing I have come to love and embrace the most. Just being alone. So what have I learned? How did I get to this place? What makes it so wonderful? 1) Spend time looking in the mirror. Yeah, for some of us that means actually looking in those glass things. But that is only a first step. The more important mirror is eyes...the windows to our souls. Look into your own. See yourself for who you really are. The good. The Bad. The Ugly. The Special. The precious being unlike any other. Yeah, you have made mistakes. Welcome to the human race. Embrace them, those mistakes, those ugly parts of you. Know that they are there and probably won't ever go away. Then choice to focus on the good parts. Choice to see the amazing things you do get right. Learning to love yourself, it is the greatest love of all. 2) Find good people. They are out there. People like you. Basically good but horribly flawed. Let them in. accept them as you accept yourself...for who they are. Not who you want them to be. Not who you think they should be. Don't try to change them. Just be there for them when they fuck up...and let them in when you do. 3) The most important words you will ever learn are...I am sorry. Because without those three little words then those other (I love you) will never mean anything. Without admitting when we are wrong, first to ourselves and then to the ones that we have hurt...we are toxic to them and us. 4) Yes is more powerful than no. From the moment we start to crawl...and perhaps even sooner if we were unlucky enough to have those type of parents that thought they would teach us life's important lessons by not coming when we cried...the word we learn almost as soon as Mama or Dada is NO. We hear it hundreds of times a day. And it eats at our souls. It gnaws away the happiness that we were born with. Oh, don't get me wrong there will always be no's in this world. There has to be. No, don't touch that fire. No, don't bite your friend. No, don't give up your dreams. But the yeses in this world should always outweigh the no's. 5) Do what you want/love. Never let your dreams die. Because if you do, then you have died already. If you dream of writing that story, that poem, that play/movie/TV show that will be read or watched hundreds of years from now like Shakespeare, Austin, Hitchcock or (insert name), get to writing. Even if you don't make money at it. Even if you have to publish your crap for free on places like...Lit (love you Laurel and Manu for giving us this place). OK, so some dreams are harder than others. If you are my age and always wanted to be an astronaut or play major league baseball, we can agree those dreams are not physically possible. But you can still have those same feelings...join an astronomy club...hell, save up your money for those silly trips to 'inner space.' Coach a little league team...who knows maybe you will make that dream come true for some little kid. Just get your ass up and do something. Anything that you love. 6) Give. Give love. Give support. Give you. Until it hurts. Then keep giving. Because here is another secret...the more you give, the more of you there will be. And when you have those special quiet moments ALONE you will discover that you have found what you sought all along...HAPPINESS.	How to Be Alone... 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First story I've written in a while. It contains gay furry sex, so if you don't like that sort of thing, look somewhere else. The characters are mine, the story is mine, don't change it and don't take credit for it. The paragraphs were much bigger before and still seem a little beefy in parts, so let me know if they're much too big. It had probably been a bad idea to head out at one AM in the morning to get some Denny's. It would have been a bad idea, even if the roads weren't slick with ice and snow from a storm the day before. What made it a truly stupid idea was going twenty miles away from campus, out of the small college town on the seldom traveled country roads to get to one a town over. They'd barely gotten four miles when it began to snow, six before it started to come down in thick pillowy sheets that were near impossible to see through. "Shit." Kurt muttered as he let his foot off the gas pedal, resting it on the brake. The rat didn't think it'd start coming down in such a torrent given how clear the skies had been that evening. "How much can be left up there?" He wondered aloud in an exasperated voice, letting his body slump forward until his pink nose was resting on the blue rubber of the steering wheel. A slim hand came to rest on his shoulder, it's fingers squeezing at the flesh between his neck and shoulder. "Whole lot, I guess." Benji's voice was soft, quiet, even in the still and solidly enclosed cabin of the old Cadillac. "Guess this means we ain't gettin' any patty melts tonight." Kurt lifted his head up off the wheel and looked to his right at the fox who's green eyes were staring out across what he could see of the car's blue hood. "What are we going to do?" Benji murmured, leaning back in his seat with his fluffy tail curled across his thighs and belly. There was little danger of either of them freezing to death as long as the car was running, and even then Benji had a rather nice ( and not to mention expensive ) winter jacket. It complimented him rather nicely and didn't get in the way like an over padded nylon jacket some in the area seemed so fond of in the winter months. Kurt had just grabbed an old black sweater pulled over a thin t-shirt. As long as the wind wasn't blowing or there wasn't any severe weather going on, the rat often didn't need a jacket and was going to leave his sweater behind before Benji nagged him into putting it on. "We can't stay on the road or we might get hit, but we can't see anything in here." Kurt turned to lean across the big front seat, opening up the glove box to dig out a beefy metal flashlight. A quick flick of the thumb over the switch told him it still had plenty of juice left. "What are you- You're going outside in that?!" Benji's voice shifted rapidly from muted curiosity to surprise. "I can see better out there, and find a place where we can park the car. Trust me, I'll be fine." Before Benji could even voice another objection, Kurt had already shifted the car into park and stepped out into the storm. Benji scooted over in the seat and took hold of the steering wheel, fidgeting slightly as he watched Kurt walk out in front of the headlights of the car. The rat's chin length, straight black hair was blowing in the spiteful wind, and not five feet ahead of the car the slim six foot tall male was almost invisible. The dark grey of his fur and black clothing wasn't helping much, but the stark white of the snow actually helped a bit in that regard. Though it wasn't long, maybe all of ten minutes, it certainly felt like forever to Benji. Watching Kurt battle the storm as the car crept forward behind him, he almost jumped with surprise when the rat stopped and shined the light at something Benji couldn't see. For the first time he looked back at the car, waving his hand forward and pointing. Benji took the cue and drove the car forward with a bit of unease and caution, unfamiliar with a car the size and weight of the Cadilack. As soon as he drove past Kurt, the rat started slapping the rear passenger window and waving his hands. Benji jumped in his seat and stopped, carefully working the shifter into park. He hardly had time to roll to a stop before Kurt jumped into the back of the car. The rat slammed the door behind him, muttering a long stream of curses, his hands clutching at his upper arms. "Jesus Christ Kurt!" Benji crawled over the top of the front seat and onto the broad leather backseat, reaching out a hand to feel the rat's sweater. It was soaked, and a quick reach under Kurt's shirts told him it had gone through to his short fur. "You're wet and freezing!" The fox exclaimed, a slight bit of panic setting into his voice as got a look at Kurt's ears. The flesh was starting to pale, and the rat's tail wasn't fairing much better. "I'm fine! We had to find a place t-to pull over or we could have gotten h-h-hit." Kurt's shivering was starting to affect his speech and breathing, amplifying the worry that his boyfriend felt for him. "Strip!" Benji ordered, turning to lean up over the front seat to flip the heat onto full blast. Kurt had barely gotten his shirt up over his head when he felt Benji's paws yanking at his pants, unbuttoning his fly and unzipping it. He rolled his hips as best he could to accommodate Benji as the fingers curled into his waistband at his sides, grabbing his boxers and jeans together. Both were forcefully yanked down past his knees, his boots only a momentary delay. The fox made short work of them, leaving them on the floor of the car along with Kurt's jeans and boxers. The rat finally struggled off his heavy wet sweater and shirt, throwing them onto the floor with the rest of his clothes with a resounding wet 'thump'. Benji had already started stripping when the sweater hit the floor, and Kurt watched as more and more of the fox's thick, almost fluffy, soft fur came into view. Though he wasn't a total weakling and only a few inches shorter than Kurt, the fox didn't carry his muscle nearly as well. The lean body of the rat would be considered beefy against the slim form of the fox, who some might even consider bony. Half staring at the form of his lover's body, half dazed, Kurt sat with a blank, loopy expression on his face as the last of Benji's clothing slid down his ankles. The bare fox then instantly lunged at him, drawing a yelp of surprise from the slow rat as the warm, soft fur of the fox enveloped his body from his front side and the warm leather of the seat pressed against his back. Gradually he felt the warmth radiate back into his body as he stared into Benji's eyes, unwilling or unable to disturb the silence of the car's cabin. The gentle plinking of tiny hail pellets on the roof and windows along with the steady huffing of the heater made him relax, a calming white noise accompanied by their breathing. "You're so stupid sometimes." Benji whispered with no malice, nor any annoyance in his voice or bared on his expression. His green eyes were locked onto Kurt's blue eyes, the rat staring right back at him. "You're the one that asked me out back then. It's your own stupid fault." Kurt replied in a murmur, his voice without the shivering tremors it had earlier. Kurt's paws crept up from the seat to slide around Benji's body, his fingers splayed out to part and run through the silky fur of the fox's sides and lower back. "I love you." Benji whispered so quietly that were it not for his large ears, Kurt might not have heard his words over the blasting heater vents. Kurt opened his mouth as if to speak, but he simply settled for smiling at the vulpine laying on top of him. One of Benji's paws lifted up to curl against the back of Kurt's chilly right ear, the flesh still clammy even in the increasingly torrid interior of the car. "You can get frostbite really easy if we don't get warm these up." "Hey, if you've got an idea... " Kurt grunted as Benji responded by sliding up his body, one knee on either side of Kurt's stomach on the seat beneath him. Before the rat could ask him what he was doing, the fox's muzzle parted and he rolled his rough tongue across the smooth surface of the rat's large ear. The difference of the cold he'd felt only moments ago versus the comparatively searing heat of Benji's tongue was more than enough to make Kurt squirm, his fingers clenching handfuls of Benji's fur as the fox toyed with him. "Jesus C-Christ." Kurt's moans came out quietly under a shaking breath, a shiver tracing it's way down his spine as Benji switched from ear to ear. His ears were wet with the fox's saliva now, nipped at by his teeth, warmed with every breath that Benji let wash over them, and teased by every drag of his tongue. It was Benji's turn to gasp when he felt the rat's rapidly growing erection flop out of his sheath and across the lower half of his backside, the pulsating dick lodging itself in his ass crack. "How are you going to keep warm if you keep all that hot blood in your dick instead of your body? You're just going to get cold again." Benji murmured, leaning up on his elbows to grin at the rat beneath him, his short blonde bangs hanging near his eyes. "Maybe I'll just have to stick it somewhere warm." Kurt replied without missing a beat, his fingers leaving the fox's side to dig into cracks where the seat's bottom portion met the back. The car was one of their favorite make out spots, mostly as a matter of privacy but also because of it's spacious interior and broad seats. It beat the hell out of Benji's Civic, at least. It didn't take much digging at all before Kurt's fingers plucked out a roll of condoms and a small bottle of lube hidden away for just such an occasion. "Let me." Benji whispered, snatching them away from the rat as soon as he dangled them in front of the fox's face. Benji carefully swung his leg over the rat's body and slid off the seat, kneeling on the damp clothing while fumbling in the dark. Kurt reached up and flipped on the cabin light just as Benji tore open one of the foil packages. The condom bounced off the seat and onto the floor, and after some searching and laughing Benji found the little latex ring once more. Kurt watched the fox over his stomach as he moved one of his legs aside, resting one foot on the floor to give Benji a little more room between his legs. He curled his arms behind his head for support, waiting more anxiously than he'd be willing to admit for the fox to make his move. He wasn't left waiting long. For the second time that night he felt the fox's tongue, this time lapping across his weighty balls so thoroughly that Kurt considered it a tongue bath every time Benji went for them. Not an inch of the musky fur was left untouched by the fox's tongue, swirling and sliding across his balls with the slow and careful precision of a feline bathing itself. The rat was hardly a porn star, certainly not by his own species' standards : but rats were known for their overly large testicles and Kurt's body certainly didn't disappoint. They were just under the size of baseballs, and it drove the fox nuts for reasons Kurt just couldn't understand. There were days the vulpine had spent hours insistently licking and sucking at his balls without ever asking for Kurt to even touch him, especially when they'd been apart for a while or otherwise busy. One of Benji's black gloved paws reached up to grab at his dick, squeezing it just behind the head as the latex touched against the tip of Kurt's prick. Kurt tried his best to restrain his moans to low croons of delight as Benji's slender fingers rolled the latex down his dick, all the while his other paw was massaging his balls and his tongue was lapping at the root of his dick. "Keep that up and I'm going to blow that condom right out of your hand." Kurt threatened in a husky tone. Benji simply smirked and kept toying with him as the condom slid downwards, gradually working it's way down his fleshy pink dick until all eight inches were coated in off white latex. Benji leant back after giving the tip of Kurt's dick a light, tongueless kiss, grinning as he popped the top off the bottle of lube. He squirted a liberal amount onto his paw then leered at Kurt as his fingers encircled his dick, applying just enough pressure for his grip to be felt. The paw dropped at a creeping speed, all the while the two lovers watched both one another and the rat's prick, the fox's black furred paw clashing against the white of the rubber. "You love it when I jerk you off with my nose between your legs, don't you?" Benji murmured with a sly grin, the normally shy fox becoming bolder by the moment, his tone growing almost slutty. "Yes." Kurt huffed, his head rolling back a little as Benji clenched his fist around his cock without warning. The fox's paw only got firmer and firmer in it's grip, as if every inch it fell across tightened a screw somewhere on the vice like hand. By the time it had reached his base again, Kurt was left panting, sweating, and barely keeping himself from pumping his hips into the fox's paw. The vulpine let go of Kurt's dick as he started to climb up onto the seat again, carefully swinging a leg over the rat's midsection. He wiped his wet paw off on Kurt's stomach and leant forward with a paw on either side of his chest to brace himself, hiking his tail just enough to let the rat's erection slide under it as he eased himself backwards. The pressure built against the fox's back door slowly, gathering at the point where the broad tip of the rat's dick met the center of his tailhole. Kurt might not have been the longest guy on campus, but his impressive girth could be both a boon and an an obstacle in the sack. Benji wasn't terribly experienced before they had met, and even after they had started having sex at regular ( often frequent ) intervals he still had some problems from time to time. "Take it easy." Kurt urged him, even as his body and his baser instincts called to him to grab the fox's hips and slam him down on his dick. "There isn't anything about taking you that's easy." Benji murmured back with an almost nervous laugh, spreading his knees just a little bit more as he gradually eased down bit by bit. For all the care and emphasis placed on taking it slow, for all the effort put into a hopefully fluid and subtle penetration : It just didn't work out. When the tight ring of Benji's flesh finally gave way to the head of the rat's cock, the shock of pleasure and pain sent a ripple through Benji's nerves and his mind. His legs wavered and quaked, then gave way a second later, his body impaling itself on the spear of flesh he'd been tentatively sitting on. The resistance of Benji's flesh just couldn't stand against the rigidity of Kurt's combined with the irrefutable force of gravity, and before he knew it the fox had taken nearly all eight inches of rat meat right up his ass. The fox slumped forward with his paws on Kurt's chest, his claws digging right through the male's short, thin fur and into the flesh just above his collar bone. The pain of the blunt claws pressing at his skin was nothing compared to the pleasure of being balls deep in the sweet ass of his boyfriend, the chill of the night long since replaced by the heat of his lover's body both inside and out. The rat and the fox moaned together in long, drawn out howls of pleasure accompanied by gasps for breath. The fox's body slumped forward across Kurt's chest and stomach, his dick leaving dabs of precum in his grey belly fur wherever the tip tapped against Kurt's body. There were only muttered words, praises for each other and murmured calls to God as they gathered their senses eye-to-eye. Leaning forward with his elbows prodding at Kurt's sides, Benji met his boyfriend's lips and looked into his eyes as their tongues twisted and lashed against one another. By the time the kiss ended both boys were more breathless than when they started it, with the fox panting for air against Kurt's neck and the rat casting his breath across Benji's left ear. "I don't think I'm going to last too long when you start moving." Kurt whispered into Benji's triangular ear, his prominent, ever-sharpened teeth glancing across the tender flesh on the edge. Benji laughed and turned his head just enough to look him in the eyes, giving him a peck on the side of his muzzle. "If you ever really lasted that long, I'd probably be a lot looser by now." Despite the feelings of pleasure circulating throughout his body, Kurt could only laugh and take a moment to force a come back from his lips. "If you were looser I'd have stopped fucking you." "Liar." Benji murmured as he sat back up on the rat's 'lap', looking him in the eyes with a loving, bemused gaze. "You'd fuck me if I had a storm drain under my tail." Kurt smiled, a small shiver racing down his spine as the fox sat up and his dick sunk back another inch or two into his ass. "I love you." Kurt murmured, lifting his lengthy tail up to coil loosely around the fox's stomach like a languid python. "I know." Came the fox's response without missing a beat, just a moment before he began to rise up inch by inch. The first lift of the male's hips were always slow when he was riding Kurt like that : it teased him, it made him want the descent of the fox's body all the more and gave the fox much needed time to adjust his body to the wide dick inside of him. He didn't need to rise much, nor did he ever tend to aside from when he was drunk or feeling particularly adventurous. There was something to be said for full, ass spreading thrusts that Kurt would tend to give whenever he had the fox bent over a chair or on all fours in his dorm room. To be taken however the more dominant male chose was typically what he liked. There was something else entirely to straddling the rat and sliding down on his dick, fully able to watch the effects that every little quiver of his body had on the one beneath his own, to control the rhythm and flow of their love making completely, to be strangely submissive and yet dominant at the same time. Both knew what was coming when Benji came to a stop about halfway up Kurt's prick, the oh so sensual friction gradually fading away until he was stopped. Kurt's fingers brushed up and down on his sides, his thumbs just long enough to rub against Benji's tummy while his fingers scratched the slim stretch of Benji's back where it narrowed into the form of his hips. Kurt was in no rush at that point, he had no need to grab Benji and slam him down on his dick. There was nothing to do in the car but spend time with his lover, not a chance of being interrupted, not a possibility of being found out in the blinding snow. As soon as Benji started to fall, Kurt's hands clasped around his hips and his fingernails bit into the fur and skin just below the small of Benji's back. Both lovers cried out in unison as the fox's hips struck downwards with a needy swiftness, heedless to any harm or pain that might come of the abrupt and passionate movement. After a period of slow teasing and playful foreplay, there was no more build up, no more reluctance or timidity in either of them. There was only a fast, hard style of love, a love that seldom lasted longer than five minutes but one that was often repeated until they were spent or the lube and rubbers ran dry. Words were left behind along with any displays of affection, no calls of love, no murmured promises. Only the two of them pulling at each other's fur, the two of them desperately throwing their hips forward to meet the other, the two of them making the mammoth car rock like a giant metal cradle. Benji's eyes were squeezed shut and a grimace pulled across his face whenever his muzzle wasn't hung open and moaning, shouting out his pleasure as his ass fell on Kurt's dick over and over again with reckless passion. Kurt's moans rivaled his lover's in volume but surpassed him in tone, a deeper, throatier and more masculine tone than the fox could hope to muster. His hands alternated between hurriedly shoving the fox upwards and pushing him right back down again before, repeating the cycle once more as soon as the fox's ass cheeks fell on his balls. The moans reverberating off the glass, the incessant huffing of the heater vents and the steady, lewd, wet sound of the rat's dick slamming home, the howling of the wind outside... It'd have all been deafening to anyone that was there besides the two, if they managed to peel their eyes off the couple for more than a few seconds. Their mouths ran dry even as their fur slickened with sweat, they moaned louder and louder even as their bodies pleaded for more oxygen, muscles protested and strained over the position and the ill suited car seat even as their instincts screamed in their minds to go faster and faster. For the first time since the thrusting started, one of them spoke a few, strained words hastened by lust. "It's c-comin'!" Kurt exclaimed. To his surprise the fox grabbed his wrists as soon as he heard his words, yanking them off his body with more force than he knew Benji could muster. His instincts told Kurt to take back his grip, to wrap his fingers in the fox's fur and hold him if he necessary to for those few extra seconds he needed to fill the rubber to the brim. But Benji held his hands, he controlled his lover as he eased off of his dick that fell free of his body with a wet sucking noise that might have been disgusting and cringe worthy in any other context. "Sit up." Benji told him as he sank down to the floor, the rat complying as fast as he could without a single question. The fox, sitting on his knees put his paws on Kurt's thighs, spreading them just enough for him to reach in and cusp the back of the rat's ballsack. "I bet you gotta big load for me now." Even in his lust fogged mind, it didn't take much for the gears in Kurt's head to start turning. Before he could even make a grab for the rubber, the fox's fingers were already curling along the bottom of the white ring to peel it off as fast as it would go. It was unceremoniously tossed onto their clothing on the floor, forgotten along with the clothes they'd long since stripped off. The tail around his midsection started to constrict around the fox as Kurt eagerly watched Benji, with his eyes wide open, staring as if waiting for some universal truth to pass before his sight. Benji leaned in as his hand rubbed at Kurt's overly large nuts, as if hoping his fingers could coax just a little bit more of what he wanted, what he craved from them. With his face only inches away from the head of Kurt's dick, with every warm breath, every knead of his lover's balls keeping him on edge, there was no doubt in Benji's mind that he was thumbing the detonation switch before his hand even touched Kurt's dick again. As soon as the fingers clenched the wet piece of pink rat dick, they squeezed almost painfully tight and pushed down to make the skin on his dick grow as taut as if Kurt as just bottomed out in him all over again. There wasn't even time for Kurt's last moan to leave his lips before the first shot of cum streaked across the fox's left cheek, a thick, rich and musky strand that trailed from just above his jawline down the front of his neck. He flinched and closed his eyes but left his jaw open as if hoping, begging for the rat's seed to paint his muzzle both inside and out. Every shot came quickly, one after the other in a rapid succession that made the rat's orgasm feel like one long, warm torrent of cum on the canvas of his fur. Every shot carried the same heady scent that would have Benji breathing deeply through his nose for hours to come after their sessions, savoring the masculine, sexual scent of his lover. Whatever landed on his tongue was quickly gulped down faster than a man in the desert swallowed his first mouthful of cold water. Thick gooey globs of the stuff covered everything in front of Kurt, Benji's pretty face and the blonde bangs that hung near his eyes, his upper chest and shoulders, even the back of the car seat on either side of his face wasn't spared from the onslaught. By the time the rat had gone limp, semen still leaking from his flaccid prick in the fox's paw, Benji was utterly soaked and completely satisfied. "Horses might beat you for size, but no one beats you for what comes out of these." Benji murmured breathlessly, leaning forward to affectionately lap across his lover's nutsack once again. "Ain't nothin' left in'm now so you might as well stop licking." Kurt half-heartedly complained, to which Benji laughed and clamored up into his lap. The tip of Benji's dick jabbed at his stomach just beneath his rib cage, as if tapping Kurt to ask 'What about me?' as Benji settled in. Without even waiting for Benji to get 'situated' in his lap, the rat immediately grabbed his dick behind the knot and gave it a rough yank, causing the fox to suddenly croon with delight. Though not nearly the flood of cum that Kurt's orgasm had been, the fox's peak arrived just like any other overly excited male's. Quick shots of white criss crossed the short, grey fur lining Kurt's abdomen with every jerk of the knot, a small trick Kurt had picked up long ago by 'studying' the mating habits of a wolf... First hand. When the waves of pleasure washing over his mind turned into a subtle, lingering afterglow, Benji slumped forward and smeared their cum laden fur together with his head resting on his lover's shoulder. "I love you, you damn slutty fox... You know that, don't you?" Benji smiled even though Kurt couldn't see it, his hands snaking around his lover's body. "I know it every time you touch me." As if to say he loved Benji all over again, the rat lowered his paw and gave Benji's ass a rough squeeze. "We're going to be here all night, Kurt... Think you can keep me entertained that long?" Kurt responded by edging a pair of fingers into his lover's ass, twisting them around for only a moment before withdrawing them as quickly as they came. "I think that ten minutes from now, when I reload... I'm going to bend you over on this seat and paint the other half of you." The words, and the brief mental images that they conjured in his mind was more than enough to make Benji quiver all over again. He could hardly wait to be bathed in the rat's seed from his head on down to his fluffy, foxy tail.	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I woke up and started crying again. Kelsey was still asleep in my bed and my roommate had packed up and left for Christmas break. I wasn't going home until a couple of days before Christmas, so I had a week to just relax. Relaxing sounded nice. It would have meant a lot more if Greg were still in my life. I knew it was a mistake. I knew it and I did it anyway and now my boyfriend hated me. He was drunk, not capable of making that decision. I was sober, I should have been stronger. Eventually, my sobs woke Kelsey. "Oh God, did I get in a fight? I feel awful." Kelsey groaned. "You want some water and Tylenol?" I asked her, offering the tablets in my hand and a cold bottle from the refrigerator. "Thanks Jess." Well, at least she remembered my name. "What happened last night? Why am I in your bed?" I told her about her comments and the fight. She looked miserable. "It will be alright Jessica." She said with a forced smile. She swallowed the pills and drank down the water. "He hates me." I started crying again. "Oh bullshit." Kelsey said. "He will call you and apologize and be over here for one of your famous blowjobs by noon. Well, maybe by two, depends on how hungover he is today." "He threw his beer in my face and called me a whore!" I yelled at her. "He knocked me down!" "Shhh honey, not so loud, the Tylenol doesn't work that fast." Kelsey replied. "He is going to feel like shit about that, I promise you. Did you masturbate last night when you got us back here?" She giggled. "No! I cried and cried. This isn't a game Kelsey. My boyfriend dumped me." "Oh he did not. Stop being so dramatic." She said calmly. "Call him if you don't believe me." "Fuck you Kelsey, just leave." I muttered. "Go take a shower Jessica before you say something you regret." Kelsey instructed me. I tried to fight back the rage. "Kelsey, please leave." "Not until you take a shower and we have a talk." She said, sitting sweetly on my bed. "Fine! But then you are leaving!" I grabbed a towel and went out to the bathroom. "Well, yeah, I am leaving." Kelsey laughed as the door closed behind me. The hot water did feel really nice. I needed it. I think my back was bruised because it still hurt. I was just finishing up my hair rinse when I felt a touch on my shoulder. I jumped nearly out of my skin. "Easy." Kelsey laughed and I looked up and she was naked and getting into the shower with me. "I'm not going to attack you. Just relax." She started rubbing my shoulders and it felt really good. "Now, Jake is on his way over. I want to watch you blow him today since I will miss it the rest of the week." "What?! You can't be serious!" I shouted. "Oh please Jessica don't shout. You already agreed. Stop being so difficult." Kelsey said plainly. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "Did I do something that I don't realize?" "Jessica, I don't hate you. You are so paranoid. I adore you baby. You and I are going to have so much fun together. I know you don't see it yet, but I do. I had always thought it would be a boy toy for me, but you are so perfect." She smiled. I lathered myself, as did she and we shared the shower. When we were done we wrapped in towels and carried our clothes back to my room. Jake was waiting outside the door. "Good morning ladies." He grinned so widely. Kelsey ran up to him and gave him a big kiss. "Good morning baby. Where did you go?" Kelsey asked. "Ahh, that party pretty much sucked after the blow up with Greg. He's sorry Jessica, he kept crying it all fucking night." Jake laughed. "Told you so." Kelsey laughed while hugging Jake and kissing him again. "Morning breath, sorry Jake, didn't pack a toothbrush." "No worries Kels, use Jessica's." They both laughed and I pushed past them and angrily opened my door. They followed me in like I had invited them. "She doesn't think she is going to suck your cock Jake." Kelsey said. "She is so adorable. You are going to indulge me aren't you?" "You already know the answer Kelsey, have your fun." Jake replied. "So you want me standing or sitting Kels?" "Hmmm." Kelsey thought. "I think ... oh, lay down on her bed. That will be perfect. Get butt naked first though." He started undressing and my mouth dropped open. "This is so screwed up. I'm right here you two. Stop acting like nothing is wrong. You guys caused Greg to break up with me. I'm NOT sucking your dick Jake, so just stop getting undressed. Just please leave." I turned away. "Go ahead Darling, get on the bed naked, I got this." Kelsey told Jake and put her hands on my shoulders. "Last night was the first orgasm you ever gave me, December 14, I want you to remember that forever. It is very important, though it might not seem that way right now. This is the second blowjob you are going to give Jake for me. I want you to remember that as well and add to it as time goes on. These are important Jessica, don't forget to keep count." "What the hell are you talking about?!" I screamed. "I'm talking about your future as my slut, of course. You need to keep count of everything. You have masturbated for me once, had an orgasm with me once. You are about to go down on Jake's cock for the second time in the last twelve hours. This seems mundane right now, but it isn't. Keep count of everything." I sobbed. "There now Jessica, you know you can't suck Jake's dick while you are crying. Pull it together and take care of Jake and then you and I will go get a cup of coffee before I leave." She squeezed my shoulders. "Kelsey, I'm ready." Jake said from my bed. "Just cool your jets loverboy." Kelsey giggled. "Go ahead Jess, get it out of the way so we can move on." I growled. I pushed her hand away from me and then knelt by the bed and dove onto Jake's cock. I sucked him with ferocity. I wrapped my tongue around his cock and sucked him hard and drove him into my throat. I sucked hard and fast with a goal of getting him off and out of my room so I could be alone. "Damn slut, it isn't a race." Jake told me through his grunts. "Enjoy it. This is the best cock you'll ever taste." His words just pissed me off more. I glared at him and he smirked at me. I guess it is hard to be intimidating with a guy's cock in your throat. Jake laughed. "You really don't like me do you?" He was looking right back into my eyes that would have burnt through him if they could. I closed my eyes and concentrated more on his orgasm again. I plunged him deep into my throat so my lips pressed tight to his groin. Then I released the suction and let my tongue slide along the underside of his entire cock until the tip was wiggling against the top of his ball sack. "Fuck, another trick? What are you the cock sucking guru?" Jake moaned. I pushed up hard with my tongue and then massaged the underside up and down with my tongue until he came. It didn't take long after I started doing that. He came pretty hard too because he was quite vocal. "Holy ... God ... Damnit..." He gasped between spurts. I hated it, but I took it all into my mouth, that was just the way I gave blowjobs. I hadn't spit or finished with a handjob since Middle School. I drank it down and then cleaned him up and stood up. "Now, please leave." "You are incredible Jessica, you really should think about working the streets, you could make big money as quick as you are at getting a guy off." Jake laughed and dressed and got out. I just stood there angry and silent as he closed the door behind him. Kelsey was smiling at me. "You are mad at me aren't you?" "Just leave. You said if I didn't masturbate last night you would leave me alone forever. I hoped that meant your asshole boyfriend too, but apparently you two are going to hold me to that. Fine, I'll suck his stupid cock for the next five days. Then I expect you to keep your word and NEVER bother me again." Tears were flowing again. I was hoping to dehydrate by now. "Wow." Kelsey said. She frowned slightly. "You are really in denial. Get dressed, we are going for coffee." I screamed at the top of my lungs. "NO! I don't want any coffee. I don't want to talk to you. I want you to leave me alone! You promised you would just go away. Please just do it." Kelsey sat down on the bed where I had just blown her boyfriend. She laughed softly. "Something tells me you aren't enjoying this." I was gone at that point. I saw red. I was furious. She was sitting on my bed laughing at me?! I turned away because I wanted nothing more than to punch her in the mouth right then. I counted to ten, breathing so heavily I thought my heart would explode in my chest. I sat down in my chair, turned away from her so I didn't have to look at her. "Are you calmed down now?" Kelsey asked, not with any kind of kiddy gloves, just in her normal, beautiful voice. I took a deep breath and fought off the urge to scream again. I spoke calmly. "Kelsey, I don't blame you, it was me, I was weak and fell into that trap last night and I was sober and should have been more responsible. Now, please, just leave me alone." "No, sorry Cupcake, but I lied. Put your finger inside your pussy Jessica. If it isn't wet, I'll leave. If it is, we are going for coffee." Kelsey answered. "Please just go away." I whispered. She got up and walked over behind me. I have a swivel chair at my desk, so she grabbed it and turned me around to face her. I refused to look up at her. She knelt at my feet and pushed my knees apart. I looked up then! Her eyes looked into mine and her hand slid up my thigh, she never looked down, just felt her way there. Her crystal blue eyes held me and I felt the tears flowing again. "Shhh. I know this is hard. But, trust me." Her fingertips touched my labia and I jumped. She giggled and walked her finger tips over from my labia to the slit in the middle and then glided down through the wetness into my warm tunnel, where her fingertips glided right in. I gasped. She started to finger me then, gliding her fingers in and out. First two fingers, then three. She reached up with her thumb and rubbed my clit with it. "Do you know how often I do this? Finger another girl?" My eyes glazed over. I didn't answer her. "Well, eventually, you will trust me. I know I lied about leaving you alone, but that was a bad bet on my part. I think if Greg hadn't been such an ass I would have won that for sure. I need to learn to keep my betting to controllable factors like Daddy always tells me." She is carrying on this conversation with me while finger fucking my pussy and I WAS already wet, damn me, and I was quickly getting into it. I moaned softly and bit my lip in embarrassment. "Don't cum yet, I need your attention for awhile since you don't want to do this over coffee." Kelsey admonished me. "It isn't about you being a slut and sucking Jake's dick. I could care less about his stupid cum filled balls, he can jerk off when I'm not around. It's about you so willingly doing what I tell you to do and hating it. You are running through this emotional turmoil, angry, sad, horny, happy and just recycling the emotions over and over again. It confuses you, that is understandable." "To be honest, you are the wrong sex for me. I mean, I've dabbled with other women, but I definitely prefer a man's hard body, and apparently you do too, which is why this might just work out even better than I had planned. I always thought I'd find some guy with a twelve inch cock and a wimpy personality that I could exploit." She laughed. Her fingers never slowed down. They never sped up. They never changed the constant in and out thrusting accompanied by the circular motions of her thumb on my clit. I was circling my hips now to meet the thrusts of her fingers. "Slow down Jessica. If you cum before I want you to, you will be punished." Kelsey scolded me. I stopped and whimpered and leaned back to try to ignore the waves of pleasure. "Anyway, I found you, you didn't even know about yourself and I'm going to teach you about what you are and you are going to help me with what I have always been and together, we are going to have some incredible times." "You are going to fall in love with me I think. Hell, I'm probably going to fall in love with you too. But, I want to be clear, I am not a lesbian. Neither are you for that matter. We just aren't wired that way. Which is actually, I think, a good thing." "Although, last night was incredible. You are a very good kisser Jessica." I was looking into her eyes the whole time. Kelsey is beyond beautiful. She is beyond gorgeous. She is the girl that stops traffic, not by looking like a slut, but by looking glamorous. I never felt myself attracted to another woman before. I mean, not like this. Sure, I kissed my best friend in middle school when we were experimenting, but it was never some sharp lesbian tendency. And here she was, the school's biggest celebrity, fingering me. The fact that she was even spending time with me was overwhelming. It was undeserved. People would surely question it and probably my roommate was never going to believe this when I told her. I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to make love to her. But more than anything, I wanted to cum and kick her out of my life. She was right about one thing, I was severely confused. Her fingers kept sawing in and out of my vajayjay and I could hear the slippery wetness that was building and pushing me towards an orgasm. "I don't do this Jessica. I don't finger other girls. You are very special to me. I hope you realize that. There are a lot of girls who would love to be in your position right now. But, you are the one for me. You are the one I have sought out for a long time, for all my life." "You see, I'm a control freak. I like to control everything in my life. You, on the other hand, are a complete introvert. You need me as much as I need you. We are perfect for each other and you will come to realize that soon. I'm not going to steal you from Greg or anything, but you are going to be spending time with me from now on." "I'm going to change your life Jessica. It will be exciting." I moaned loudly with need and she slapped my inner thigh hard. It stung and I yelped. She then went back to masturbating me again. "Just bringing the edge off." She added in the way of an explanation. "Now, when are you leaving for home?" She asked me. "I'm heading out on the twenty-second." I moaned. Today was the fifteenth. "Okay, that will give us a couple days to spend together when I get back. I'm going to give you my cell phone number. Keep Greg happy, but don't schedule anything major with him from the twentieth on. We'll work on your schedule when I get back." "I know it bothers you when people call you a slut and a cocksucker and things like that, but it is going to happen. When I say it, it is to elicit a response. I do not think of you that way Jessica, it is important that you understand that. If you were really a slut, you wouldn't interest me at all. I am going to have you doing things that are going to make you feel like a slut. You are going to hate yourself at times for doing them. Come and see me whenever it gets to be too much. I want you to stay healthy and safe at all times." I moaned, I was listening, but not completely following what she was saying because I was too distracted by my pending climax. "I need to cum Kelsey." I huffed through labored breath. "I know. Not yet." She smiled. "Trust me." "Let's see what you have to wear and we will go get coffee." She smiled and withdrew her fingers from my aching pussy. She held her hand up to my face. I stared at her hand and then took my towel and went to dry her fingers off. She looked into my eyes and shook her head and I knew what she wanted. I shook my head no and she smiled at me and shook her head yes. "I..." And when I opened my mouth to speak, she pushed her fingers into my mouth and I tasted my juices. It wasn't the first time, because I was curious and tried them before, but it was the first time in a very long time. It wasn't completely repulsive, the taste alone, but the idea was repugnant and I gagged. "Suck them good for me Jessica and then we will go get some coffee to get the taste out of your mouth." Kelsey ordered. I sucked her fingers and licked her hand as she held it there for me. I was blushing and felt filthy doing it. But, I did it. She was finally satisfied and pulled her hand away. "Okay, you are going to feel guilty about it now. That is good, but don't let it overwhelm you. Which closet is yours?" She asked, acknowledging the two closets behind us. I pointed at mine and was gasping in frustration. I started bringing my fingers down to finish what she started and she slapped them away. "Never again Jessica. You don't ever play with yourself again. Since you never gave your pussy to Greg, it's mine now and I'm the only one who gets to touch it, or someone I tell you to allow it. If you want to have sex with Greg, call me and I'll let you know if it is okay, but your pussy and ass are mine now. Greg can have that sweet mouth since you gave it to him, but he can only fuck you if you ask my permission and get it first. Is that understood?" "What?" I looked at her like she was crazy. "Kelsey, this is too much. No, I don't give that right to you. " She laughed. "I didn't ask your permission did I?" I shook my head, I was still clouded by the need to climax. "No Kelsey. No, damnit." It was strong words delivered in a very weak and defeated voice. "Shh. Let's get you dressed and we will talk about the rules." She stepped away and I thought about fingering myself off to prove she didn't control me, but I exhaled heavily and wiping my crotch with the towel, I got up and followed her to my closet. She was going through my clothes, sliding them right to left with disapproving remarks. "Really Jessica? Don't you have anything sexy?" She kept sliding and sliding. I thought she was crazy, some of those skirts were quite sexy by my standards. One of the dresses she passed over was practically scandalous the way it hugged my petite body. "Wow." She said in disappointment as the last hangar slid over. "Well, we will work on your wardrobe. It reeks of high school. Didn't you go shopping before starting college?" She turned to me as she asked this, apparently expecting a response. "Kelsey, I don't really have money for a new wardrobe." I blushed, my lack of money wasn't usually embarrassing to me, but she made me feel impoverished. "Oh." She frowned. "Well, we can work something out, maybe find you a job or two." She giggled. "I guess this will do." She handed me a mid-thigh skirt and a top with a dipping neck line. Neither were appropriate for December in Maryland. I took them and she looked at me while I stood there in a towel and holding the two garments. "Umm, okay." I said and walked over to the drawers in my closet to extract a bra and panties. She grabbed my wrist. "Jess, if I wanted you to wear underwear, I would have given them to you. But, you know that don't you?" "I... no, I just thought you didn't know where they were." I protested, releasing the undergarments back into my drawer. "Hmm, I don't think so Jess. So, here is your punishment. No more bras or panties until I get back next weekend. Understood?" She looked hard into my eyes. "Kelsey, this is insane..." I protested. "Would you like to see insane?" She asked with a smile on her lips. She scared me. "No." I whispered. "Good girl, now get dressed and go do your hair and make-up." Kelsey patted my cheek softly like a pet and turned and started dressing herself. I shook as I got dressed. I didn't care so much about a bra because my breasts had no sag in them, but wearing a short skirt and no panties in this weather was insane. Plus, my nipples were guaranteed to get hard from the cold and this shirt wasn't very thick. It didn't take me long and I started brushing out my hair and finally added some light make up. Meanwhile, Kelsey got dressed in the same clothes from yesterday, but she helped herself to a pair of my panties. She did her face and hair while I stood there watching her. "Put on some shoes and socks and grab your coat." She instructed. As I was putting on my shoes, my cell rang and I went to pick it up. It was Greg. I hesitated. "Go ahead, I told you he would be calling to apologize." Kelsey smiled at me. I answered in trepidation. I knew it was over, but I was going to break down when I heard it. I think that is why I didn't want to answer the phone. I wanted to delay the inevitable as long as possible. "Jessica?" Greg's voice came when I opened the phone without a word. "Yes, it's me Greg." I answered in a whisper. "I'm so sorry about last night Jess. I was drunk. Please forgive me." He begged. "Greg..." I stammered. "Jessica, please meet me for lunch at the café at noon. I really need to see you. I can't believe what I said and did last night and it was me who pushed you to do that and I'm really and truly sorry about it. Please don't break up with me, I will make it up to you, I promise." I looked at the phone and at Kelsey and didn't know what to think. Should I be happy? Should I be angry? "I'm going to get coffee with Kelsey." I finally whispered. "I had to take her to my place last night. Umm... I'll see you at lunch and we can talk then." "Oh, yeah I guess Kelsey would be with you." He said, and it seemed an odd thing the way he said it. "Yeah, go have your coffee. Just, Jessica, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. I hope I didn't blow it last night. I'll see you at lunch. I love you." Greg said. He loved me? I always knew it, but I don't recall him ever saying it. Now he loves me? After last night? This was too weird. "Umm... yeah... love you too..." I hung up. "See? Everything is fine, let's go get some coffee." Kelsey chirped. "Everything is not fine." I said as I pulled my other shoe on. "What is going on?" She looked insulted. "Everything will be fine Jess. Trust me." I put on my coat and followed her, locking the dorm room behind me. We walked out into the cold weather towards the Caribou Coffee shop three blocks away. "What made you say that?" She asked as we walked down the street in the freezing weather. "He said he loves me. He never said that before. It's... something is wrong." I shivered. "Oh. Well, guys are like that. They don't realize what they have until they lose it. I'm sure he meant it." She smiled reassuringly. "Okay, since you don't want to talk, you can listen for awhile. Greg is probably going to try to step things up a bit in your relationship now that he realizes what he has to lose. That is a good thing, but you are not to have intercourse with him this week. Hand me your phone." I did and she dialed her own number and put her name on my contact list and took a picture of herself to add to the contact. She browsed my short list of contacts and frowned. "Only fifty people on your phone? Girl you need more of a social life." She started adding numbers and names as we walked down the street. "I am forwarding your contact list to my phone." She said, making me start at the intrusion. "Kelsey, what are you doing?" I stammered. "I want you to write up who all these people are for me and send it to me by Wednesday. Nothing too detailed, just a brief description of how you know them." She instructed. "I am going to make an appointment at my beauty parlor for you on Thursday. I'll pay for it, but don't refuse anything since it is my treat. I want you to look gorgeous when I come back Friday." "Kelsey, please stop." I begged. This was totally out of control. "Jessica, if we are going to be best friends, you have got to stop telling me what to do. You know who I am and probably have a good idea of what I am like. I get what I want in the end and it is easier for now if you just go along with it." "It's my life Kelsey." I sobbed. "Of course it is Jess, I'm just improving it exponentially." She replied, taking my hand and squeezing it. "Kelsey, please slow down, this is too much." I sighed. She took a deep breath and then exhaled loudly. "Jessica, dear sweet Jessica, would you like to see what too much is?" She taunted and squeezed my fingers in hers. "Come here." She grabbed my hand firmly and led me off the sidewalk behind a tree. "That is a very long coat." She said, looking at the heavy winter coat that came down to my knees. "It will be perfect." She smiled and squatted down in front of me and before I knew what was happening, she parted the front of my coat, unsnapped the waist of my skirt and unzipped it to fall to my feet. "Step out of it." She smiled up at me. I stood still and shook my head no. She sighed loudly. "Do you want to press me? Really?" I stepped back out of the skirt and a tear fell down my cheek. "Good girl." She picked up the skirt and folded it, carrying it in her arm. Then she took my hand and led me back onto the sidewalk. "Every time you question me, you will be punished. But, I'm sure your pussy is dripping down your thighs right now, so don't pretend you hate it." She giggled. "Now, unbutton the bottom two buttons of your coat." She instructed, stopping on the sidewalk. I looked at her pleadingly, but she just smiled. "Should I make it three?" I reached down and unbuttoned the bottom two buttons. It came right up to my crotch when it opened, but not above. So, even when the coat opened up at the bottom with every step, it would only be displaying my upper thigh. I cringed as I stood and took her extended hand and we continued our walk. "I will never endanger you." She stated. "You will be safe if you stay with me and do what I say." "See those boys across the street?" She asked, pointing them out. It was a half dozen guys from the college, playing roughly in the cold air as they walked towards the strip, most likely for some food. I nodded that I saw them. "Do you think if they knew you were out here naked from the waist down with just a loose coat between them and your pussy, that they would be able to restrain themselves?" She asked. "I... no Kelsey, that would be bad for them to know." I mumbled. "Do you think that if I told them that, I could maintain control of the situation and keep you safe?" She followed. "Yes, I'm sure you could." I stammered, seeing where this was going. "It will not be necessary, I believe you." She laughed. "Okay, it was just a question." She continued to lead me to the coffee shop, which was now in sight. I couldn't wait to finish this coffee and hopefully get back to my dorm room. It was a typical coffee shop, mostly booth seating in the back and stools and chairs towards the front with a long table facing the window and tall stools in front of it. Overpriced coffee and free internet, a college student's study hall. "I'll order, you find us a seat." She said as we entered the coffee shop. It wasn't packed, since a lot of students had already fled for home. But it was pretty busy, it was rather cold outside and it was Sunday morning. I walked to the back and found an empty booth and sat down, being careful to draw my coat together at the bottom as I slid in. I people watched for awhile, looking around at all the kids who were probably not naked under their coats. I blushed. "Oh there you are." Kelsey chirped as she entered the back of the shop. Every eye turned to her. One guy shouted out a "Hey Kelsey." She waved at him. "Hi Bear!" She walked over to me and suddenly, I was very uncomfortable with the attention that I was getting because of her sitting with me. I could see it in their eyes. 'What the hell is Kelsey doing with that loser?' I turned away and looked at the opposite wall, my face burning with embarrassment. "Oh God, you are too cute Jessica." Kelsey giggled as she put a cup in front of me and sat down opposite me. "Great choice of seats, the whole room can see us from here. That is important, because as long as you are going to be my best friend, you have to do whatever you can to draw attention to us. Great start girlfriend!" She smiled. "I ... I didn't really expect this." I whispered. I took my coffee and let my shoulders fall trying to make myself as small as possible. "Oh Jess, well, expect it babe, you are with me now." She grinned. "Look out there, they are all looking at you, wondering why you are important enough to sit with me." I took a quick glance and sure enough there were a lot of people staring at us and whispering and some would flip their head to look away when they caught me looking in their direction. "You are about to become quite the campus celebrity." Kelsey smiled. "Just wait, people will be asking you out and asking why we are hanging out this week, I guarantee it." "Kelsey, I don't want this." I whispered. "I know you like it, but I don't" "I know sweetie." She laughed. "If you wanted it, you wouldn't be getting it from me. I guarantee you that." "Now, when people ask you why I am with you this morning, you will tell them that we are just friends. I don't want people saying we are a lesbian couple or anything vulgar like that. I mean, I have a reputation to uphold. Okay? You got that?" "Yes Kelsey, we are just friends. You think I want people thinking I'm a lesbian?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Oh, well, I suppose not. Anyway, onto more important matters. When I get back Friday, we are going shopping, so plan to be picked up at your dorm at 2:00 p.m. I want to beat the evening rush, but it will be pretty busy anyway. Wear your sexiest panties and bra. If I don't like them, I will take them and you will have to try on clothes in the buff and believe me, you won't like that." My eyes widened at the implication. Kelsey giggled. "Otherwise, just wear your coat, it will save us time of having you dress and undress in the stores." "Kelsey! I can't go running around the mall in my underwear!" I hissed. "So, you'd rather be naked under your coat?" She smiled and winked at me. My eyes went wide again. "No, no, okay." "Good girl." She chirped. "Now, I have to leave in an hour. Since you aren't allowed to cum the rest of the week." She was saying this way too loud for my taste and I could swear I heard someone laughing when she said it. "Why don't you get busy here?" She licked her lip seductively. "No...I... I'm fine." I stammered. "Oh come on, it's going to be a very long week, go ahead, diddle your clit for me." She smiled. "Kelsey, no, I'm not going to masturbate in the middle of the coffee shop." I gritted angrily through my clinched teeth. "I could get Bear to do it for you." She grinned. "NO!" I shouted and anyone who wasn't looking at us, was looking now. Kelsey looked around and smiled. "Mmmm an audience." Kelsey stood up and I sunk down in my seat. "Most of you know me, I'm Kelsey Mason, I do the morning show on CC-1." She started and received a round of applause. "I want you all to meet a good friend of mine." She looked at me and motioned me to stand up. I shook my head vigorously. "Sorry, she's a bit shy. Maybe you could all help me to encourage Jessica to stand up here with me." They all started clapping and shouting for me to stand up. I was crimson red as I stood up next to Kelsey to shut them up. I stared at the ground, wishing it would suck me into it. "Jessica is going to masturbate in the booth over here as part of a class project and being so shy she would like you all to not watch. It's a paper she is working on, so she has to do it. I'm sure we have all done embarrassingly silly things like this for the benefit of our grades. So, please, give her a break and don't embarrass her any worse than she already is." I ran out to the sound of laughter. Kelsey tried to grab my wrist, but I yanked it away and ran out the door, bumping one poor guy so he spilled his coffee and then almost slamming the door into a pair of girls who were coming inside. Tears blurred my vision as I ran as fast as I could back to my dorm. My phone was ringing, but I didn't answer, I needed to get to the safety of my room. I ran and ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I didn't stop until I was inside my dorm room. I fell onto my bed and cried. My cell kept ringing and I couldn't ignore it any longer. I looked to see who was calling, it was Kelsey and I didn't answer. Then I heard the different signal for a text and I looked again. HOW EXCITING! ARE YOU FINGERING YOURSELF RIGHT NOW? -- KELSEY I unbuttoned my coat, suddenly too hot in this warm room. I needed to get dressed and out of here. I stepped out of my coat and went to my closet. I grabbed a pair of sweat pants and sat on my bed to pull them on. I smelled... Jake on my bed. God help me, I was overcome. It was a ... I don't know. A moment of insanity? I knelt on the floor and sniffed the smell of his cologne on my mattress and ... I started fingering myself. I cried as I couldn't help myself. I spread my knees and shoved two fingers inside me and slammed my pussy in a punishing finger fuck. My knuckles rammed into my clit and my labia as I drove my two fingers in and out of my wet hole viciously. I screamed out in orgasm and then I grabbed my clit and pinched it so hard I thought I would rip it off and I came again. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I then dug my nails into my pussy and squeezed it until it hurt so bad I couldn't take it anymore and I screamed out loud in pain and fell to the floor holding my pussy and crying. The door opened as I lay there panting on the floor. I had apparently failed to lock the door when I went inside and now I was greeted by Kelsey standing at the door. She smiled at me as I looked up through my tear filled eyes. "I was right." She smiled. Then she looked at my pussy and her eyes went to horror. I looked down, there was blood on my labia where I had dug my nails in too hard. "Shit Jessica!" She ran inside and knelt down and pushed my hands away. "What did you do?" "Damn I need to clean this. Do you have any Peroxide? Where is your medical stuff?" She asked. "Please..." I cried. "Please leave me alone." "Okay baby. Come on, get on the bed." She helped me to my feet and then laid me down on the bed. "Where is your medicine?" She asked softly, brushing back my hair and kissing me softly. "In the second drawer down." I motioned with my finger. I leaned up to see what damage I had done. It wasn't bad really, just some scratches where I dug my nails in trying to rip my pussy off. She came back with some Hydrogen Peroxide, some anti-bacterial ointment and some anti-bacterial wipes and burned the hell out of my aching labia as she fixed me up. "Okay sweetie." Kelsey leaned in and kissed my lips softly. "I need to go, but I can't leave you alone like this. So, you want me to call Greg or Jake?" I looked at her. "Greg." I groaned. Yeah, like I wanted Jake over here with me naked on the bed. "Okay, but remember, no fucking." She smiled and kissed my lips softly again. She got her phone out and called Greg and told him to come over. He showed up a few minutes later and knocked and Kelsey let him in. His eyes went wide when he saw me spread out naked on the bed. "Easy boy." Kelsey giggled. "She's okay, but no sex for awhile, doctor's orders." She turned and winked at me. "I'm sure she will give you all the blowjobs you want for watching over her though." She laughed. "Call me tomorrow Jess. Get a good night's sleep." Kelsey said and then she was gone. Greg had a hard time dealing with me naked. I told him I was too rough with masturbating and I could see his pants bulging between the visual and oral stimuli. I sucked his dick four times that morning. Then we took a nap. By the time we woke up, I had actually forgiven Greg and woke him up with a very enthusiastic blowjob. "Jess?" He said, after relaxing with his orgasm digesting in my stomach. "Yes Greg?" I smiled with my head on his strong, muscled chest. "Why haven't we had sex yet?" He asked, while rubbing my naked back. "I don't know baby..." I whispered. I hoped he wasn't going to press it right now. Even though the damage was all on the outside of my labia, it was a bit sore. "I was just so happy to keep you happy. And you always seemed to like my blowjobs so much, I figured there was no reason to press it. Do you want to have sex next week? I'm definitely up for it if you are ready." "Yeah, I think that would be great." He smiled at me and I kissed him. He never minded me kissing him or sharing his drink after I had swallowed his cum. I guess that is one of the things I loved about him and one of the things that made me feel so inferior when he wouldn't share his beer after I blew Jake. We spent the rest of the day naked in my room, then dressed and out for lunch, then naked in my room, then dressed and out for dinner, then naked in my room. I gave Greg about a dozen blowjobs. The next morning, I woke him up with another blowjob. As I was sucking on his dick, Greg's cell phone rang. He answered it. "Oh hey Jake." I groaned. Greg frowned at me, but kept talking. "Yeah, I'm here with her now... Well, Jake, not a good time right now bud... Jake, she hurt herself yesterday, just wait until afternoon... oh... yeah?... No shit?... (laughter)... okay bro, you got it. Yeah, come on over, you know the room?... Cool, see you soon." Click. "Jake's coming over for his blowjob." He told me. I looked at him, quite betrayed and sad with this information. "I guess I should get dressed." I whispered. I got up and pulled on some sweat pants and a sweatshirt. I wasn't going to dress up for him, that was for sure. Greg watched me and then he got up, realizing he was naked as well and pulled on his clothes as we waited in silence. "Hey, after, why don't you take a shower and brush your teeth and we will go get some coffee or something." Greg offered. The silence, the heaviness in the room, was painful for both of us. I really don't think Greg liked this any more than I did. I mean, he wasn't the one doing the blowing, but still, it was his girlfriend and he didn't really have a say. Well, he did, but he ultimately could tell Jake to fuck off at any time. But, he didn't do it. It broke my heart that he would share me like this. Like I was ... I didn't want to draw an analogy here because it would make me cry again. A few minutes later, Jake knocked on the door and I opened it and let him in. "Hey Greg!" Jake boomed and went in, totally ignoring me and shook Greg's hand in some stupid football fist bump move. "So, you serious about tonight?" Greg asked and I wondered what they were talking about. "PBR brother, you are in right?" Jake shot back. "You know it." Greg smiled. "You bringing her?" Jake nodded towards me. Her? I have a name fuck head. "I don't think Jessica could get in, she isn't 21 yet." Greg replied. "No way. Jess, you don't have a fake ID yet?" Jake asked me. "Umm no." I answered softly. "Dude, what the fuck?" Jake turned to Greg. "Jessica, you are going tonight. I'll get you an ID." Wow! Jake was going to do something nice for me? "Thanks Jake, I ... I'm not sure what to say to that. Thanks." I stammered. "No problem, you'll owe me one." He laughed. "Speaking of which, do you mind leaving us alone for a bit Greg? It isn't so much performance anxiety as, well, she is your girlfriend, so it is kind of uncomfortable to have you watching her blow me. Mind taking a walk for a half hour and coming back?" "Umm." Greg frowned. "Yeah, that is probably a good idea." He came over and kissed me. "Is that okay with you Jess?" At least he asked me this time. "Yeah, it would be weird..." I said. "I mean, kind of did it already, but ... yeah, go ahead hon, oh, go get us some coffee and come back with it!" I smiled, trying to make it seem less awkward. "Sure." Greg smiled. And off he went. I looked to Jake as the door closed. "So, you want to sit, stand or lie down?" I asked him and walked closer. "Hey Jess, you want a kiss before you suck my cock?" He asked with a smirk. "Jake, why do you have to be so rude? I mean, would it kill you to be nice to me?" I asked. "Well, it might. But, no worries slut, I'll never find out one way or the other. Just kneel down and do your job." He unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled his pants open then flipped his balls up over the top of his briefs. He was hard already, that was good. I knelt and crawled the few feet to him and took his cock in my hand. "No hands this time." Jake grinned. I put my mouth over his cock and put my hands on his thighs. I started to deep throat him right away, knowing how much the throat friction gets guys off quicker than the other tricks in my cock sucking repertoire. "Damn you are so good at this Jessica." Jake leered down at me as I sucked and slurped noisily. "Too bad it's only for another four days huh?" He laughed. "You'll probably miss this big old cock in your mouth won't you?" I ignored him and just kept sucking and bobbing my head up and down, letting the head and the top couple of inches fuck my throat. "Yeah, you'll miss me. If you want, we can still get together every once in awhile. As long as you don't let Kelsey know, she would be pissed if she wasn't involved. And of course, we won't tell Greg, after all he's your boyfriend and my friend." He laughed. I was getting angry now. I did not want to do this now, I sure as hell wasn't going to go sneaking around people that cared about me for this asshole. But, I continued to suck and fuck my throat to get him to cum so he could leave. "I got to say, I never thought it would be a plain chick like you who would have such skills at sucking a cock. I guess you have to do something to make up for your looks. So probably makes sense. I just thought a hot chick would get more opportunities and be better at it for some reason. Then again, look at Kelsey, she has never sucked a cock in her life." He groaned. "Almost there slut, you can slow down, we have another twenty-five minutes before Greg gets back." I plunged harder and faster trying to finish him off. "Fuck you are hot." Jake grunted and then I felt his cock spasm and rammed forward so it would go straight down my throat and I wouldn't have to taste any of it. Finally, I needed to come up for air. I caught the final mini-spurt in my mouth and swallowed it. I took a deep breath and then sucked his shrinking cock and proceeded to clean it off. "Jake, as much as you believe it is an honor to suck your dick, it is lost on me. When you cum in my mouth on Friday, it will be the last time I touch you." I told him and stood up, leaving his cock hanging from his pants. Jake laughed. "Oh really? You don't think Kelsey will ever ask you to do it again?" He laughed louder when he saw my glare. "You are a slut Jessica. It's okay, guys like me need girls like you so we can stay married to fine pieces of ass like Kelsey. She'll probably bring you along on our honeymoon so you can suck my cock while she tans at the pool." He laughed at his own joke. "You know Jake, if you were nicer about it, I could blow your mind. But, you want to act like an ass about it. Fine, you'll get the worst blowjobs I have to offer. And I already know they are the best you have ever had, so imagine what you are missing while you gloat about getting a few minutes of what I do to Greg for an hour sometimes." And I glared at him so hard with those words and I saw his smile drop for a second. "You know... you make a good point Jessica." Jake said seriously. "I'll tell you what. Tomorrow, you come to my place and I will be nice and you give me an hour long blowjob. Is that agreeable to you?" I stammered. Shit. What did I get myself into? "I... okay, but you have to be nice to me starting now. No more calling me names or insulting me." "Hmm." Jake thought about it. "Never mind. I'm not going to give up a day of treating you like the whore you are for a longer blowjob. Maybe tomorrow." Jake buttoned up and sat down. "Since we have a few minutes left before Greg gets back with your coffee, here is what I need you to do for the fake ID. You need to dress up better than that." He motioned towards me like I repulsed him. "Do your make-up and hair and meet me at the frat house. We have a guy there that has the back drop for the photo. It's quality shit, he gets two hundred bucks for these ids." "Jake, I don't have two hundred dollars." I whispered. "I know that. Don't worry about it, I told you I'd get it for you. You can give me a good fuck after PBR tonight." He smiled. "Jake, I'm NOT going to fuck you." I said flatly. "Why not? You aren't a virgin are you?" He asked. "Because I'm not a slut Jake. Besides, you have Kelsey for that. She is much hotter than me, so I don't know why you would want to fuck me anyway." Well, that was self-deprecating. "Jessica, it doesn't have to do with hot. It has to do with you don't want to do it and I want you to do it. It has to do with, I'm the quarterback and you are the nobody. And you fuck me and remember forever how you fucked the quarterback at college. And I remember you as one of a few hundred chicks I fucked in college. It's actually better for you than me." 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eeks and tilted my face towards his and I thought, oh God, this is the ultimate betrayal, I can't do this. And I put my hands on his chest to push away and he pulled my face closer to his and I pushed hard and turned just before our lips met. "Wow Jake." I whispered as I faced away from him. "Yeah, maybe another time." Jake walked past me and let himself out the door, turning briefly, "Come by the frat house between 2 and 3, I'll have everything ready." And he left. He was so going to kiss me. The quarterback, the one with the hottest girlfriend on campus... He was sooooo going to kiss me. I laughed and fell back into my chair. Greg showed up soon after with the coffee and I was smiling from ear to ear. He assumed it was because I was so happy to see him and I let him believe that little white lie. As we sipped our coffees, I told him about the ID at 2:00 and he agreed to walk me over. He told me a little about PBR, it stand for Professional Bull Riding and I thought it sounded like an awesome place. He told me about the buckle girls, scantily clad hotties, who worked there. Yeah, I knew there was some reason why they were so revved up to go there. I went down the hall and took a shower and brushed my teeth a LOT and came back and Greg kissed me some more and I went down on him for an hour and a half and made him cum twice. Then, I brushed my teeth again and got completely dolled up. I wore a satin blue blouse and a knee length black skirt. Underneath I had my wonder bra to give the girls some extra oomph and I briefly recalled Kelsey's instructions before putting on a pair of bikini panties and a pair of black panty hose. My three inch heeled black straps finished the look. I sprayed my hair up relatively high and did my make-up dark for the picture and at 1:45, after a nice lunch in the room, we walked over to the frat house. It was a nice house actually, very large and in much better shape than I had seen it on party nights. I went inside with Greg and Jake met us in the atrium. "Hey guys." Jake called us over. "Probably a bit early for pre-game, but there is a bar over there if you want Greg." Greg passed and I was happy he wasn't going to start drinking this early. They escorted me to the second floor and Jake introduced me to Ian, who was a photography and art major. He showed me his studio, which was basically his room and asked the other two to sit down or head out if they wanted, he would get everything done and not be too long. Jake convinced Greg to head downstairs and they left me with Ian. Ian was nice and attractive. I felt quite comfortable with the ease at which he guided me into place before the fake ID backdrop in his bedroom. He directed me how to sit, slightly to the side and smiling at the camera. He took about six shots so we could pick the best one. He even had a laminating machine that put a fake overlay on the picture to make it look authentic. He did warn me that I couldn't use it anywhere that scanned licenses, because that wouldn't work. Then, a few minutes later, I had my quite authentic looking fake identification. I was Jessica White from Ohio. Good enough for me. At least I wouldn't have to answer to a fake name entirely. He even made the birth date match my real one so it would be easy to answer if asked what was my birth date. "So, I was thinking since it is break and all, you could come by on Thursday morning for the photo shoot." He said as I pocketed my new ID. I'm not sure if the confused look on my face was enough to portray my lack of understanding of what the hell he was talking about, so I said, "Pardon me?" He suddenly looked confused as well. "Umm Jake said you would pose for some photos for me? For my project?" I laughed. "First I heard of it." He laughed. "Yeah, Jake is a presuming ass sometimes." I laughed along with that. "But, would you anyway?" He asked. "What kind of photos are we talking about Ian?" I felt a bit uncomfortable. "I'm not doing any naked shots." "No!" Ian said, sounding insulted. "I'm not some hack. I want to do something real. Not be some porn photographer. It's for my portfolio. It's for class and for I hope my web page so I can start my own business this year. I mean, I'll probably end up doing weddings and family portraits mostly, but hopefully, with the right website, I can get into some real artistic shoots." I looked puzzled again. "Why me? I'm not really that pretty Ian. Surely you can find much prettier girls who would love to be in your portfolio." We both laughed at the double entendre. "You are too good for Greg." He laughed. I frowned at that. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that. But, come on, you are a bit smarter than ... nevermind." He stopped his line of commentary. "So, yeah, I could get some hot model wannabes, but that isn't real. What I want to do is take someone real and make them look like a model. It's hard to explain. And I hope I'm not saying this in the wrong way." I thought about it. "Yeah, I'll do it." I smiled. "Nothing vulgar, you have to swear to me you won't make me look like a whore." He frowned insulted again. "If I make you look like a whore, it will make me look like a no-talent dick." "I'm sorry Ian." I said, really meaning it. "It just, seems weird. Nobody has ever asked me to pose for them before. I'm sure you will be fabulous and I will be honored to model for you." He smiled. "Don't go overboard. Thursday at 9?" "It's a date." I smiled and he guided me to the door. I met up with the guys downstairs and they were engaged in conversation about the pending trip downtown tonight. It was a Sunday, so I wasn't surprised that they were all sitting around the television watching football. Greg waved me over and I joined him on one of the couches. I wasn't really pleased that he scooted towards the arm and made me sit between him and Jake, but I didn't want to be rude. I guess that I should have been thankful that he had missed the first hour of the game to be with me. I enjoy watching football, and Greg knew that. I took off my coat, since it appeared we would be there for awhile. "Want a beer?" Jake asked me when I sat down. "Sure." I smiled. One or two wouldn't kill me. "Great, I'll have a Coors Light, while you're up." He smiled at me. "Asshole." I laughed. But I got up and went to the bar anyway. "You need anything Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, bring me a Coors Light too babe. Any of you guys need anything while she's up?" He called to the other fifteen guys in the room. Wow, wouldn't you know it, they all needed a beer and I was the only girl here, so I guess that made me the waitress. I just got them all a beer and myself a Blue Moon, to which I got a weird look from Greg. "What?" I asked. "Nothing, just a joke about girls who drink Blue Moon." He chuckled and the other guys laughed. I was confused, but I sat down and sipped my beer. We watched the 1:00 game and then the 4:00 game started and I asked what time we were planning to go downtown. They said they were going for the 8:00 game and we would leave at 7. So, I excused myself to go get ready. "You look great Jessica, just come as you are." Greg stated. "Well, if it wasn't the same outfit as my ID." I smiled. "Just stay, I'll be back." I promised. On my way back to my dorm, my phone rang and I answered without looking. "Hello?" "I didn't receive a call this morning." Kelsey's voice came on the other end. "Oh, I'm sorry Kelsey, I was rather busy." I laughed a little from the memory of blowing her boyfriend this morning. "Jessica, if this is going to work, you need to learn to obey me no matter what." She said. "Kelsey, I forgot. I'm sorry... So, what's up?" I tried to change the subject. "Are you wearing a bra and panties?" She asked. "Ye-" damn, busted. "I knew it. I really thought you were going to be the one. Did you defy me because of the scene in the coffee shop or are you just not going to do what I tell you because I'm not there to watch you every second?" She asked. "I didn't really... well, Jake got me this photo ID and I wanted to look good." I argued. Kelsey laughed. "Did you get your fake ID photo in your underwear?" "No." I answered. "But, I look better with a push up bra" I laughed. "Where are you now?" She asked. "I'm half way to the dorm from the frat house. I'm going back to change for tonight. We are going to the PBR, ever been?" Kelsey laughed. "They are going to love you. Dress sexy, I want a pic of what you plan to wear and I'll tell you if it is good enough. No more underwear this week, I mean it Jessica. I'm going to punish you when I get back and I don't want to punish you anymore than you have already earned. Jake is going to check you while I'm gone. If you wear so much as a thong for the rest of the week... Well, I'm not sure, I might just have to return you to being bored with Greg." "Greg is NOT boring." I told her. "Don't be mean Kelsey. He is my boyfriend." "So sensitive and protective." Kelsey giggled. "Just do as I say Jess, it will be a lot more fun for you if you do as I tell you to do. And watch out for the buckle bitches!" "Hey, before you go, is Ian on the level?" I asked. "Yeah, Ian's cool, he's a bit deep into his whole art thing. You thinking of swapping out Greg for Ian?" She asked completely non-judgmentally. "No!" I answered. "He wants me to do a photo shoot with him Thursday morning and I just don't want to have him set me up to look like an idiot." "You really need to work on your self-esteem girl. Yes, Ian is totally on the level. In fact, you really should do it, it will do you some good. Get those underwear off as soon as you get in your room and I don't want to hear about you wearing any more underwear this week." Kelsey said. "kisses." "Ciao." I answered and hung up the phone. I stood naked in my room for awhile, trying to come up with the right thing to wear to a bull riding bar. The idea was kind of funny. I was actually thinking jeans and a plaid shirt would have been perfect, but I knew Kelsey would have none of that. I finally settled on a sexy black dress that came to just above the knee and a pair of boots that came just below the knee. I took a pic and sent it to Kelsey. The text came back, NO, NEED MORE SKIN -- KELSEY I shrugged. I thought it looked really sexy personally. I picked out a button up shirt and a mid thigh skirt, red and blue respectively and took a pic of that and sent it. MORE SKIN, WHAT ARE YOU A NUN? LOL -- KELSEY A nun would not be caught showing this much skin, but on to the next outfit. I tried on a black halter top and matching black mini that came an inch above mid-thigh. JUST FIND THE ITEM IN YOUR CLOSET WITH THE LEAST MATERIAL AND PUT IT ON ALREADY -- KELSEY Damn! I don't even know if I have anything smaller. I dug through my closet and drawers and found a skirt I never wore and was surprised I had even brought it with me to college. It was like an inch below my ass. Then I put on a bandeau that I had worn, though only at the beach. I knew she would approve, but I couldn't wear this. Especially not without panties! But I took the pic anyway and sent it. PERFECT BUT TAKE A THONG IN YOUR PURSE IN CASE YOU DECIDE TO RIDE THE BULL -- KELSEY I was NOT riding any bull in this short skirt. But, I got a yellow thong out and tossed in my purse anyway. I called Greg since it was starting to get dark outside and headed back to the frat house. I got two steps out of the dorm room and I stopped. What the hell was I thinking? I don't dress like this. I was going to a bar with a bunch of guys, maybe no other girls and wearing a micro mini skirt with no panties. Was I insane? Did I want to get gangbanged again? I turned to go back and I got a phone call. "Hello?" I said as I opened the door to my dorm room. "Hey." It was Kelsey. "That skirt is really short. I'm so proud of you for wearing it tonight. I forwarded the picture to Jake and Greg and they are looking forward to seeing you in it. Don't change. I know it will be tempting, but they will just bring you back and make you put it back on and then exaggerated gasp Jake will see you naked from the waist down." She giggled. "I... umm... how did you know?" I asked. "I know I wouldn't leave the house in that if I was going to a bar with a bunch of horny frat boys. But then I don't own anything that slutty." Kelsey laughed. "I'm totally joking with you. Wear it, Jake and Greg will keep you safe, I promise." "Okay... bye." I sighed and left in the skirt. The boys went nuts when they saw me. I blushed a lot and ran over and clung to Greg like he was my life line in a torrential down pour of boys. To their credit, they didn't try to grab me or anything too vulgar, but the looks and the comments were enough to scare me. "Knock it off guys, you're going to make her chicken out." Jake shouted at them. "They will not touch you tonight Jessica, do you believe that?" Jake asked me looking into my eyes. "I... Jake, they are all drinking." I meekly answered. I knew this scene was coming, but I was a little scared about having about twenty guys trying to pull a train on me. "Guys, Shut the fuck up!" Jake yelled and everyone stopped with their comments. "You touch Jessica you are fucked, do you hear me? She is with Greg, she isn't a frat ho. You want one of them, start making calls. You will respect her like you would Kelsey, because the consequences of not doing so are the same, get it?" The moaned and groaned at his comments, but agreed and I really did have a new respect for Jake. "Thanks" I whispered to him. "No problem" Jake smiled at me. "I don't do public property." He laughed. Greg added his thanks and we headed outside in a huge group. We piled into a small bus that the frat owned. It was like a short bus, not a full sized school bus or anything, so it was about the right size for twenty people if we sat 2 to a seat with room for five across the back seat. Greg let me sit by the window and he sat on the outside by the aisle. "PBR!" One of the guys yelled. He tried to get a chant going, but one of the guys said it was too early and to drink another beer. One poor guy was designated driver of the bus. I got another Blue Moon and when I nursed it a bit too slow, Jake, who was sitting right behind me, told me I needed to finish that one and one more before we got to the bar in another twenty minutes. I started drinking faster then. But I really did NOT want to get drunk with all these guys, no matter how much Jake threatened them. I didn't like getting drunk anyway, like I said before, I had drunken demons. But I figured over the course of the past five hours I had only three beers, so I should be okay to drink one more. I finished one and then worked steady on the other. As we got closer the cheers got louder and I joined in, lifting my beer in the air and screaming into the night. I really should have taken my coat with me. It was freezing outside and we had to walk a block from the parking garage. But it is such a pain to check a coat and then retrieve it at the end of the night. So I just huddled in the middle of the guys for warmth and we made our way to the entrance. Jake had us on a list, so we didn't have to wait in line, thank goodness, and we went right in and Jake asked for a girl named Jenna and she came up and gave Jake a huge hug and a kiss and wrapped her arm around him. She was serious eye candy. Not that I was looking or anything. She wore this half T shirt with a majorly low neck line and must have had the mother of all push up bras because you don't get that kind of cleavage without one. She was wearing red panties... okay, they were shorts I guess, but no way you could wear anything under them besides a thong, they were so tight. And then these chaps that left her exposed front and back. It was really sexy. Besides Jenna, the first thing I noticed was the country music. I actually like Country. It isn't my only preset, but I do like to listen to it now and again. I was surprised that the guys liked it though. They certainly never played country music at any of the parties I had attended. The guys commented their approval of Jenna and she seemed to know a lot of them by name, so I guessed they came here often. She led us to her section where we divided into two groups of ten and she went off to get us some beers. Pitchers and glasses came back and I passed on whatever swill they were drinking. She asked me my name and looked me right in the eyes when she asked and I was... well, you know, you get kind of uncomfortable when someone you just met looks you in the eyes. Okay, so maybe it's just me. Anyway, we traded names and she went off to get me a Blue Moon, even though I said I really didn't need one. The guys insisted. Well, I nursed this beer after having done the two in the bus on the hour ride downtown, I did not want to get drunk. The guys on the other hand, were already pretty well on their way when we got here and were holding nothing back. Jenna handled them really well. They got a bit handsy now and then and she quickly took care of the situation without involving security, which was impressive to me given the relative size differential between her and them. She is really hot, I think she still works there if you ever get the chance to go to PBR in Baltimore, ask for Jenna. Tell her Jessica sent you. I was slowly sipping on my Blue Moon and watching the game with the guys. True to Jake's word, nobody was making any inappropriate advances and to be honest, I kind of wanted the attention a little bit, because they were totally ignoring me. I mean, hey, I'm not nearly as hot as the PBR girls, but I'm HERE and I'm half naked. Even Greg had abandoned me for beer and the hot bartenders and their little ... shows. So, I'm sipping and then I feel a hand on my thigh and I turn to see who the perpetrator is and it's Jake. I giggle at him and move his hand down to my knee and let him keep it there. He smiled and... well... I hate him, I really do, but the boy is gorgeous. "You are going to ride the bull." He whispers into my ear. I choked on my beer. "I am most definitely not." I answered and laughed. Then, I made a crucial mistake. I looked into Jake's eyes. It was like that moment when he almost kissed me and I lost my breath for a second. "NO!" I said again and tried to make him laugh, but he was stone cold serious. "Jake, please, I have no idea how to do that." "It's easy." He said simply. "Come on over and watch how it's done." And he took my hand and pulled me over to the cushioned area where, there, in the middle of it, stood this mechanical bull. I watched this big guy, must have been six foot four and was muscled like a calendar model with the most delightful tattoos on his bare, thick arms. Well, he was riding this thing and waving one arm in the air and holding this rope at the front. Jake explained about the balance, how you used your other arm to offset the spin of the bull and dig in your heels to hold onto the sides. I was totally mesmerized watching this and then Jenna came up and joined us. "She going on?" Jenna laughed. "Yeah, she is." Jake said. "No, I'm not." I insisted. "I will look like a fool." Jenna put her arm around me from the other side. "You will not look like a fool, I promise you that. The guy who does the controls will take it easy on you. It's... have you ever ridden on a motorcycle?" She asked. "No." I answered. "Well, have you ridden a horse?" She followed. "Yeah." I used to go horseback riding every chance I got back home. "It's like that, kind of, if you think about how good it feels to bounce on a saddle for an hour, but a little faster..." she moaned softly, "and harder." She went mmmmmmm in my ear and I melted. Jake laughed. Jenna laughed. They both said together, "She'll do it." I leaned over to Jake to whisper to him. "I have to put my panties on first." But I guess I whispered a lot louder than I thought because Jenna laughed really loud. "Yeah you better with that skirt." She said. "Come on, I'll take you to the little cowgirl's room." And she took my hand and led me to the ladies room. "Is it hard?" I asked her when the bathroom door closed and the loud music drowned behind the door. "No, it's fun. You will have a great time I promise. But you definitely will show some ass with that skirt, so go put your panties on you little slut." She laughed and slapped my ass. I went into the stall and pulled the thong out of my purse and slipped my feet in without taking off my shoes and pulled it up. Damn, if my ass was going to show, this thong wasn't going to prevent that. "Hey Jenna?" I called out. "Yeah Jessica?" She answered from the bathroom. "You don't by any chance sell those panties you are wearing do you? I only have a thong." She laughed. But it wasn't a mean laugh. "Oh sweetie, the boys are going to love you. Look, just tuck your skirt under your thighs and hold on tight. You'll probably flash some cheek, but it won't be for long. Believe me, with your posse, you'll be safe, just enjoy the ride, it is a fabulous experience." I came out looking quite nervous and she wrapped her arm around my back and rested it on my hip. She led me out to the mechanical bull and nodded to the guy operating the control. "Cowboys and cowgirls" A loud voice came over the speakers. "We got a pretty little filly by the name of Jessica is going to try to tame the bull. She's a virgin I'm told so give her a big PBR welcome." And the whole bar started hooting and hollering and I was redder than a Christmas tree. "Was that really necessary?" I asked Jenna, who just smiled and gave me a slap on the ass to head me into the bull pit. I looked around and there were so many eyes leering at me that I nearly fell before I even got on the damned thing. A guy came over to show me how to get on. There were no stirrups, so it wasn't easy. He offered his hands clamped together as a step and I graciously took it and jumped up onto the bull. Fortunately, I did make it up onto the bull. Unfortunately, my skirt popped up when I came down and I got a loud cheer from the audience. I quickly yanked my skirt down and tucked it under my thighs like Jenna had told me to do. I then took a minute to inspect the machine. It had horns on the front, like a bull. It had a rope to hold onto, like Jake said. I grabbed the rope firmly in my right hand and rested my left hand on my thigh. "Ready?" The guy who had helped me up asked. "As I'll ever be." I answered and it started. The bull lunged forward and took me right down with it. I immediately felt the skirt slide up from under me and knew I had to be showing some skin. I blushed and reached back to try and yank my skirt back down again. Then the bull lurched back and I had to let go and hold on tight. The crowd was going nuts. I knew I was showing some bare ass at this point, but there was little I could do about it. The guy with the bull control whipped me to the left and I almost fell of the side. He waited until I climbed back on top and then he dove the bull down again. Now, I could feel the cool air on my quite bared ass. "Stop!" I shouted, as I held on for dear life. I tried to reach back again to cover my ass, but every time I did, the operator would change the motion of the bull and I had to grab the bull to keep from falling off. In retrospect, I should have just fallen off the damned thing and gotten it over with. I looked at him with pleading eyes and shouted again for him to stop, but he just laughed and jerked me forward again. I started reaching back again and WHAM, the guy would buck the bull forward and I'd fall towards the front again, my ass in the air, and quite exposed to the enjoyment of everyone there. Then I saw what had probably been going on for awhile already. Flashes! People were taking pictures of me with my ass exposed! I covered my head and leaned forward, hoping that nobody had already gotten a picture of my face and ass in the same frame. Oh my God, this was a nightmare. I knew I never should have gotten on this thing. Then, the bastard operator started making the damned thing vibrate somehow. He bucked the ass as high as it would go and the head towards the ground and my ass is way up in the air now and I am holding on for dear life, thinking if I fall now, I'm going to break my neck. And the bull starts to bounce really fast and hard and it is slamming my crotch down against the slightly rounded back of the bull. And OH MY GOD! The bull is slamming my pussy! It's like someone stuck a jackhammer against my cunt! It is slamming me and I am just pushing my ass up to keep from falling off and this puts my pussy right up against the damned bull. "Stop!" I scream to the operator. "OH GOD please stop!" And he probably can't hear me because of all the cheering and yelling and everyone pushing around to take pictures of my naked ass. It's starting to get to me. I have to get off this thing soon. And the asshole operating it just keeps... bouncing me hard. "Oh God Jake! Make them stop!" I yell. But they aren't stopping. They keep slamming my pussy and I can feel the wetness soaking my tiny thong and wetting their damned bull. It feels too good. Oh I need to get off this thing now! If only he would level it out for a second, I could jump off onto the side and get away from this thing. And then the swinging starts and I almost fall off, head first. Then he slams the whole bull up so I'm falling off the back and my cunt is sliding down and the friction is rubbing me raw. "Oh God help me!" I scream. But nobody is helping me. Then the bull starts vibrating again, although at least I am able to sit up and yank my skirt down over my ass again. And then I'm thrown almost off to the left, but I hold on, but I'm on the side and dragging myself back up on top again and the friction is rubbing my pussy so harshly, I think my thong slid to the side of my pussy! I could swear I heard "Yes! Her pussy is hanging out!" Then it lunges forward and starts the bouncing again and I'm holding on and it is slamming right into my clit and I'm screaming to stop, but he doesn't let up and I feel myself sliding forward. My clit is rubbing right against the rough furred back of the mechanical beast. Oh no, it's going to happen. My chest is pounding and I'm completely out of breath and BAM BAM BAM the pounding again and I'm sliding forward and I moan out loud. The screaming and shouting continues. They are complimenting my ass and calling me a slut in the same excited voices. And I swear I hear them saying I'm going to cum and I pray I don't submit myself to this final humiliation. BAM BAM BAM the bull slams my clit and my labia again and again and I'm going over the top. Oh God, I'm going to cum on this fucking thing in front of over a hundred people! I try to get my crotch up off this horrible machine, but there is nothing to get leverage on. I dig my heels into the sides trying to push off the terrible pressure against my vajay. No good, and he keeps slamming me against it. It's like being fucked by a dick too big to get inside you. It just keeps pounding my pussy and it is really getting sore. Not to mention wet. I know my ass is on show and I know they are loving it. It is turning me on, but on the other hand it is so embarrassing to know my ass is going to be on You Tube tonight. I just hoped none of the boys who knew me would do it and put up my personal information. My eyes went wide as I felt those delicious stirrings inside me. I did NOT want to cum on this fucking machine, but it was going to happen. "Oh... my... GOD!" I scream and I reach the pinnacle of the climax and hold on tight as the orgasm crushes my body like a giant wave. And I am screaming and holding on and the friction as I slide forward and push my ass back to keep from falling head first is prolonging its power and duration. And I'm cumming so hard and so long and the pictures are flashing and people are shooting videos with their cameras and I am a freak show! I'm crying now, tears of humiliation following the climax on a freaking toy! Not a sex toy, but a bull riding simulator. And I look through my tear filled eyes into the crowd. And Jenna is screaming at the operator and he finally relents and levels it out and I lie on top of the bull, legs wrapped tight around it's sides, exhausted and I sob into its fur, my head buried in my arms, hiding from the flashes. And my skirt is pulled down over my ass again. And security is telling people the show is over, go back and watch some football. And finally, I am eased down off the bull. I am hysterical. I can't stop crying. Jake and Jenna carry me because I can't walk. They half drag me to the booth and sit me down. "Are you okay?" Jenna asks me. But I can't answer. I'm in shock, I think. "Jake, you better take her home." Jenna tells him. "Jessica!" Jake shouts at me and he slaps my face, but not too hard. I look at him and then I start crying again and hug him and put my head in his shoulder and my whole body shakes as I cry. "Hey... it's okay Jess, what's wrong? Why are you going crazy like this?" Jake asks me soothingly. "What an asshole." Jenna says. "I hope they fire that fucktard." "They..." I started and then I just cried again. "It isn't as bad as you think Jess." Jenna rubbed my back. "Nobody could see your face much and there was no way to get your ass and your face in a picture at the same time. I don't think many of them really knew you orgasmed up there. They were just enjoying looking at your ass. Can't blame them really, it's a pretty nice ass." She tried to lighten the mood. "Look Jake, you want to stay here with your guys, that's cool. I'll take her in the back and let her rest for awhile." Jenna offered. Jake must have gave her a look of distrust. "Jake, it's a girls' changing room. She will be a lot safer in there than out here with a hundred guys who are rock hard from looking at her ass shaking on the bull for the last ten minutes." "Yeah, well, you just keep the lezzies away from her." Jake said. Jenna laughed. "You guys are such assholes. We just do that stuff out here because we know it gives you wet dreams at night. Wait here and I'll get Emily." "Jake." I whispered. "Why? I thought we were getting along..." And I started crying again. "Jess, I didn't mean that to happen. That guy with the controls was way out of line. He fucking made it into a porn show." "Oh GOD!" I cried louder at the comparison. "No, Jess, really it wasn't that obvious. It was to me because I wasn't just looking at your ass. You know, you really did a good job when the jackass did what he was supposed to do. You rode that thing better than most guys I've seen try it." "I want to go home." I cried. "Damn babe, if the game was over, or even if I had my car, I'd take you in a second. But if I make a big deal out of this now, all the guys are going to know something happened. And I don't think they know that right now. So, if you just go back and rest a little while, I'll get you as soon as the games over, I promise." Jenna and Emily came over and with Jake's blessing, carried me to their changing room and put me in a chair. "We have to work still." Jenna said softly. But, it's quiet back here, you can lay down on that bench if you want. I'll bring you some water." "You want a shot?" Emily asked. Jenna frowned at her. "What? It couldn't hurt." "I'll be back, you'll be fine here okay?" Jenna smiled at me and laid me down on the couch and wrapped her coat over top of me. By the time she got back with the water, I had cried myself to sleep. A couple of hours later, "Jessica time to wake up baby. Time to go home." I woke up to the soft whispers and the gentle shakes of Jenna. I sat up slowly and gulped down the glass of water she had for me. She helped me to fix my make up from all the crying I had done. "Listen, I know this was embarrassing for you, but think of all the guys who are going to be going home and jerking off or fucking their girlfriends or wives and thinking about you on that bull. It's kind of hot if you think about it. And it isn't like you had sex up there. I'm really sorry I pushed you to do it. If I had known you were going to react like you did, I never would have done it. You seemed to be kind of reluctant, but into it." "So, don't freak out about it. Yeah, your ass is going to be on You Tube for awhile and then people will forget about it. You can always protest the posts when they come up, they have to take them down if you aren't willing to let them be up there. It's your ass after all." She smiled. "And a very nice ass I might add. Someday, you are going to look back at this and be really happy you did it. Maybe tomorrow." She laughed softly. "Oh, before I forget, this is for you." She handed me a wad of cash and some business cards and phone numbers written on napkins and bits of paper. It was a pretty thick stack of paper. "A bunch of guys saw me take you down and wanted me to give you their numbers and tips for a great show. Don't turn it down, you already earned it." She shoved it all in my purse. "Now, while we are definitely not lezzies, as Jake so succinctly put it, most of us are bisexual." She giggled and kissed my lips softly. "Ask for me if you come back. I'll get you in my VIP section even if you don't call ahead." And Jenna helped me to my feet and I felt a little better as we walked out into the crowded bar. She walked me over to Jake and Greg met me there, talking to me for the first time since the bull ride. "You were incredible Jessica, people haven't stopped talking about it still." He was slurring his words a little and some guy who didn't go to our school came up and slapped him on the back. "You are one lucky son of a bitch." The guy laughed and walked by. So Greg apparently used me for a little celebrity status of his own. I didn't really care just then, I just wanted to get out of that place. I looked around and saw way too many interested eyes and quickly looked away again. I tugged Greg's hand. "Please get me out of here." Greg smiled and put his arm tightly around me to let all my admirers know I was with him and with the other guys from the fraternity, we made our way out the door. Jenna was there to give hugs and high fives on the way out. The Ravens won that game, so everyone was in a pretty good mood. She gave me a big hug and a kiss and the guys acted like jerks about it. Jenna and I smiled at each other and she gave me another piece of paper. She leaned in and whispered "My number, if you want to go do something that has nothing to do with bull riding sometime." We laughed and I thought I might just take her up on that. Outside, the air was cold and it felt good. Between the heat of the bar and the heat of the humiliation, I was quite hot when we left. So, I didn't mind the cool air on the block walk back to the bus. During the walk, I got the compliments of most of the guys about how great that was that I rode the bull and what a good job I did. Greg held me tight and he seemed really proud of me, so I smiled and rested my head against his shoulder as we walked. I felt kind of stupid now for falling apart like I did. Here, I had a great orgasm and I cried about it. To be honest, it wasn't the orgasm, it was the helplessness and the public nature of it that had freaked me out. Still, I was feeling much better now, not so much like a freak. We got on the bus and the guys were all slurring and roudy and getting in their seats. They were retelling the biggest plays of the game and arguing over who was the better receiver and I was just leaning in against Greg and happy to be out of the spotlight. "Jess, the lights are down, you think you could give me a blowjob?" He whispered into my ear. I turned my head to look at him and frowned. "Greg, wait til we get back okay?" I smiled. He leaned in again to whisper a conversation with me. "Come on, you got me so hot in there. Make it a fast one. I'll finger you while you do it if you climb on the seat." I whispered back, "No Greg, first of all, the guys behind us will see, not to mention across the aisle, besides I don't want to here, it would be so cheap. Please, just wait and I'll make it so good for you. I'm kind of horny too." I sucked his ear softly at that and he moaned. He took my hand and put it on his cock, which was actually quite close to an erection. This surprised me since he had been drinking. As soon as I touched it, or rather was forced to touch it, he went completely rigid, surprising me even more. He whispered, "One of the guys has some X, you want some?" I actually would like some, but not here. Not now. "No Greg, maybe later when we are alone." I smiled at him. I started jerking him off through his pants, very softly, not trying to make him "cream his jeans". He moaned way too loud into my ear. "Come on Jess, just do it, you're so good at it. Everyone knows what you do for me, just do it, nobody will say anything or think any less of you." Greg whispered drunkenly into my ear. "Greg." I whined. "Please wait." "I can't wait baby, you are going to make me cum in my pants. Just get down there and do what you do best." Greg almost said it this time. He was barely whispering and when I looked back, I knew at a minimum that Jake heard him. I looked at him for help, but he just shrugged and nodded like I should get it over with and do it. I really did not want to do this. But, Greg wrapped his hand around my neck and pushed me towards his lap. I fought for a second then just gave in. I heard Matt, the guy next to Jake whisper, 'she's going to do it man, I can't believe this slut.' And I almost backed out. Jake whispered, "She's a good girl for her man. All women should be that attentive." It made me feel a little better, though not by much. I opened up Greg's zipper with my fingers and reached in and got his cock worked through the opening of his briefs and then looked around as I stroked his hard cock a couple of times. I liked the way his cock felt in my hand. I always had liked the warm feeling of that hard, yet oh so soft organ in my hands. Confirming that nobody was watching, but sure that they were just looking away when I looked up, I went ahead and took him in my mouth and sucked his cock hard. He really should have waited, because I would have given him a nice long, slow suck. Instead, I just wanted to get it over quick before anyone saw or heard what I was doing. I took him straight back into my throat and pressed hard with my tongue against the side of his cock, increasing the tightness of my mouth. I much prefer having my tongue under the cock, but given the sideways positioning, I had to make do. I could feel eyes watching us as I bobbed my head wildly on his cock, eagerly sucking his thick shaft all the way to the base. My reluctance being denied, I now wanted to do this and getting excited at blowing Greg in the bus full of his friends. It was starting to turn me on. Sure, it was humiliating, being the only girl there and being treated like such a ... not a girlfriend. But, that spurred me on and I answered the blushing red of my cheeks with vigor in my attempts not only to make Greg cum, but to make him cum so hard he wouldn't be able to help but moan out loud. Then all his friends would be jealous of him and I would feel desirable. I would be like the best girlfriend and they would all wish that their girlfriends were as cool as me. I could hear them now, telling their significant others how they should be more like me. I wanted to reach under my skirt, but I dared not. I knew I was dripping though, the tiny thong did nothing to keep my wetness from slipping down my thighs. I couldn't look up at Greg from this angle, but the slight humping of his hips told me that he was enjoying this immensely. I sucked and slurped louder than I had intended and it seemed that the world stopped around this lewd act. It was as if everyone had stopped talking to hear me bobbing my throat onto his cock. And on a hard downward thrust into my throat, Greg came. I felt his entire cock expand inside my throat and emit it's cum straight into my belly and I held him there and let him pump his seed into me. When he had finally ceased his humping into my face, I withdrew and gasped loudly for breath before softly cleaning his cock off before putting it back in his pants. I smiled at how wonderfully I had brought him off, at how normal this felt. "Greg, bro." Jake broke in almost immediately. It broke the moment. I was suddenly aware of the fact that we had been watched and it sobered me. "You mind if I have a turn?" he asked, and I immediately felt sick about what I had done. Greg was still coming down from his post orgasmic high. "Dude. Don't be rude." He laughed at his own rhyme. I sat up and pretended I hadn't just sucked Greg off. It wasn't convincing. "Come on bro, after seeing those girls, especially Jenna, all night, well, I got an urge for a quick cum." He added into the midst of what I had hoped was a private moment between boyfriend and girlfriend. Sure, I knew there were people watching and listening, but I didn't expect anyone to actually acknowledge what had just transpired. "I mean, a real brother would share the wealth." Jake egged on. "Damn, you have the hottest girl in college, at least in the blowjob department, you should really be a friend and give a guy a break." Greg seemed torn, which was good. Come on Greg, tell that fucker where to get off. I thought it, I didn't say it. "I don't know Jake, I mean, damn dude, she's my girlfriend." Greg answered, and I already knew I was lost. Jake leaned forward and whispered so we both could hear, "Come on man, it isn't like she isn't doing me anyway." I groaned out loud. "Jake, please don't" I whispered, knowing that Greg was a lost cause. "I wasn't asking you." Jake said. "I already know you'll do it. It's up to Greg, he's my bro, after all." I felt worthless at that moment, like I was just Greg's toy. Greg looked at me like he was wondering if I wanted to do this. I shook my head no and pleaded with my eyes. He leaned in to my ear. "Just do it for me please Jess? I'll make it up to you, I promise." Wow. He'll make it up to me. I shook my head no again. "I don't want to Greg. It was okay doing you, but I don't want to suck Jake off in front of the whole bus. Come on baby, surely you can see this is a bad idea." I whispered. "Damn Jessica, you already did it twice, just do it again, it's no big deal." Greg whispered back. "Nobody is going to touch you. I'm right here." I let a tear fall and quickly wiped it away. How many times was Greg going to betray me instead of sticking up for me? "Why don't we go in the back Jess, that way Greg won't have to see it?" Jake suggested. "Just switch seats with me Matt." I said to the guy who was paying rapt attention while sitting next to Jake. "Sure Jess." He smirked, any respect I may have had from these guys was escaping quickly. We switched seats and he made a point of brushing the bulge in his pants against my ass as he scooted by me. I let it go, it wasn't a big deal. (giggle) Jake scooted to the window. "No way." I said softly and gestured for him to move to the aisle. "Sure thing Jess." He whispered. "I just thought that way nobody would see what you were doing." "No, they'd just see my ass ." I frowned. "Well, it's a nice ass." Jake laughed. I plopped into the window seat. Greg was looking back at me, I couldn't quite tell what he was thinking. Was he mad at me? I sure as hell didn't want to do this. He was treating me like a frat whore. It was not me. That was not the kind of girl I was. Matt started to engage Greg in conversation and his attention was drawn away. Jake spread his legs and smiled at me. I exhaled heavily and leaned down to open his pants. I felt so demeaned, so much like the slut I did not want to be. So, why was I so wet? I felt a terrible itch that I wanted to scratch, but no way was I going to do that here with all these guys watching me. I fished his cock out of his underwear, and he did not disappoint at all, he was rock hard already. I held it at the base for a moment, looking at it throbbing in my hand. Then, I decided to just get it over with and went down on him. I wasn't really happy about this, so I didn't give him any of my special tricks, I just sucked and let his head enter my throat. Jake moaned softly, apparently pleased with the effect. I started bobbing my head up and down, torn between the exhilarating feeling between my legs and the burning humiliation in my face. I pressed the thick head of his cock deep into my throat as I engulfed the thick shaft all the way to the root, where my lips pressed hard against his groin. He seemed pleased and told me so. I was going down fast and hard and then embarrassed myself further by prolonging it, breaking the momentum to lick his cock from shaft to head, looking up at him as he smiled down at me. Then I took it back in fast and hard and worked it for what seemed like about ten minutes before I was rewarded with my second mouth full of cum of the night. I swallowed it all and licked up what had dribbled down his cock before tucking him back in and zipping him up. "You are incredible Jessica." Jake told me with a smile. I sat back up and stared out the window. I didn't feel incredible at the moment, I felt kind of used. 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eliver a blowjob to Jake tomorrow. "Matt, switch with me, I need to talk to Greg." I heard Jake say. And I looked over to see Jake sit next to Greg and Matt moved back next to me in the seat where I had just blown Jake. Matt leaned over and smiled at me. I smiled back though I didn't much feel like smiling. He leaned closer and I jerked back, thinking he was going to kiss me or something weird. He whispered to me, "Jake said you would give me a blowjob too. He's talking to Greg about it now." I shook my head no. "Matt, I am not going to give you a blowjob, I don't care what Jake told you." I whispered angrily. "Oh come on. We all saw you getting into it." Matt said. "Just do it, you know you want to. You probably want to blow everyone on the bus. Greg says you really get off on giving head." "Matt, I am not a slut. I do that for Greg because I love him." I said back through gritted teeth. "I'm not calling you a slut Jessica." He said. "We are all just curious if you are as good as Greg brags all the time. Come on, it's just a one time thing to show us all how good you are. We aren't going to try to make you a frat slut." "No Matt. I'm not blowing you." I stood my ground with an angry face. Who the hell did Jake think he was anyway? "Okay, well how about just a hand job then?" Matt asked as he put his hand on my wrist and forced my hand against his crotch. I struggled to pull my hand away, but he was too strong. "Please let me go Matt. I don't want to do this." The two guys from the seat in front of me were both turned around watching the exchange with a leering grin, hoping to see me start sucking Matt's dick. I looked away from them and back at Matt, who was sliding my hand up and down his erection through his pants. "Come on Jess, it's just a handjob." Matt smiled at me. "Let me go." I hissed. "Greg!" I yelled out. I couldn't see past Matt, but apparently Greg heard me and came back with Jake to see what was going on. He took a look at my hand on Matt's crotch and he gave me a hurt look. "Greg, please help me." I begged, while being forced to slide my hand up and down Matt's cock. "Just do it Jessica." Greg said, but I could tell he didn't really mean it. Why wouldn't he stand up for himself? Why wouldn't he stand up for me? "Greg, I am your girlfriend. I am not going to blow the whole bus!" I shouted. "Easy Jessica." Jake interrupted. "You'd think you were faithful to Greg the way you talk." That hurt. I was very faithful to Greg before he told me to suck Jake off. "Jake, I am not a whore!" I screamed. "Well no, you are definitely not a whore, because I haven't paid you a dime." Jake smirked. I blushed brightly at that comment and wanted to disappear. "Just do it Jess, Greg really doesn't mind and it makes him look good if you'll just do it." Jake said. I gritted my teeth. "Really Greg? Really?" I was pissed and I can't believe he couldn't tell. "You want me to blow the whole football team Greg? You want your GIRLFRIEND to suck every dick on this bus?!" "Jessica," Greg started and exhaled heavily. "Look, everyone is so sexed up off seeing you ride that bull and knowing how good you are. I don't see why you have to take it this way. You should be happy, it's a compliment." "Fine GREG." And I pronounced his name harshly. "What a compliment to be the football team's slut!" Then I turned to Matt. "Well what are you waiting for? You heard by BOYFRIEND. He wants me to suck your dick. Get it out!" Then Jake spoke up. "Sorry Matt, sorry Greg, that was my bad. I misread the situation." Then to me, Jake said. "Forget it Jessica, I thought you were into it. Nobody wants angry head, you might bite a dick. We aren't raping anyone." And Matt let me go and I went up to the very front seat with Greg. "Do you still love me?" I finally asked, wiping the tear on my cheek because it pissed me off. "Or was that just something you said to get me back with you?" Greg looked taken aback, though I wasn't sure if it was that I would think such a thing or that I would bring it up. "Of course I love you Jessica." "So, why are you trying to lend me to your friends?" I asked. "Hell, you don't even really like some of those guys." He exhaled loudly. "I know. It's my fault really, I have bragged about you so much to the guys that they were all curious. I mean, you really are incredible at giving blowjobs babe, that isn't just an idle compliment. I guess it's a little strange, but you aren't the first girlfriend to get passed around to the team. It's kind of a compliment, really. Last year it was this really hot girl who was dating James. She was absolutely smoking hot and she fucked the whole team most of the season. I think James made her do it for him to date her." "So, are you saying that you want to pass me around as the team's oral fixation?" "Well, I don't know Jess. You didn't really seem to mind it. Did you?" He asked. "Damn Greg, I was absolutely opposed to doing that for Jake. I hate it. But you seemed to want it and Kel... Anyway, no, I don't want to do this, at all. I thought it would make you jealous and snap you out of this." I said, without the venom I truly felt. Then I whispered, "I guess I was wrong." "Well come on Jessica. I mean, it's just college, it's supposed to be an adventure. I thought you would kind of get into this actually. I mean as booky as you are." Ouch, that hurt. "So, because I study, I should enjoy blowing 19 guys on a bus?" "I didn't mean it like that. Look, I'm sorry, I won't ask you to do anything like that again if you really hate it that much." "Please don't. I'm not that way Greg. If that's the kind of girl you want... you have the wrong girl, I'm sorry. I prefer to be a very monogamous person." I told him. "Well, mostly." The rest of the bus ride was in silence. I was letting the anger and sadness drain from me, because it was very real. When we got back to the campus, Jake had the bus drop me at my place on the way to the frat house. Greg got off with me and walked me up to my room. "I'm going to go brush my teeth." I said. "You staying tonight?" "As long as you're asking." He smiled. "Okay, I'll be right back." I did not smile, but I did get my toothbrush and toothpaste and mouthwash and spent a solid ten minutes scrubbing the remnants of cum from my mouth. I returned with fresh breath and smiled as I locked the door behind me. Greg was lying on his side smiling at my entrance. I smiled back at him, though I was still quite hurt that he had tried to pass me around like a party favor. "Greg? Umm, would you err..." I was stammering, but I had come to the conclusion while washing out my mouth that I needed something from Greg now after all I had just done for him. "would you go down on me?" I blurted out at last. His smile faded quickly. I exhaled loudly and mumbled, "Never mind." I climbed into bed with him, turning my back to him and he wrapped his arm over me. "Jess, if you really need it, I'll do it." Greg whispered. "I mean you did a lot for me tonight, I guess it is the least I can do for you." I smiled and rolled over to face him and kissed his lips. He cringed a little, but noting the look on my face went back to kissing me on the lips, with tongue even. I was getting really hot. I had been burning up for awhile and I started rubbing my pussy against his thigh, moaning into his mouth. Greg broke the kiss off and put his hands on my shoulders. "Jess, call Kelsey and ask her for permission." He gasped in need. My face must have really surprised him. First, why would he even know that Kelsey had forbidden me to have an orgasm this week? Second, are you freaking kidding me? I was Greg's girlfriend, not Kelsey's property. I was pissed. "Greg, go home before I say something we both regret." I rolled over and out of bed and pulled on a thick robe. "What?" Greg asked incredulously. "Get out of my room Greg, NOW!" I shouted. He got up and got dressed, quite angrily with each article he pulled on. "What is your problem Jess? I thought you wanted to fuck? I mean, finally, I thought maybe I was going to get inside your pants. I know you want to. Kelsey told me it would probably happen this week. Now you are pissed because ... why?" "Kelsey told you it would probably happen this week?" I asked and half shouted. "Did she plan the gang suck on the bus too? Get the fuck out!" He yanked his shoes on. "Actually, yes, it was her idea. The gang suck thing. She said it would get you hot as hell and I'd finally get to fuck you. And I know you want to. But, no, you are going to save it for marriage or what? I mean what the hell Jessica, you aren't a virgin. Haven't I been with you long enough, faithful to you this whole time? What are you holding out for?" He pulled on his coat as he said the last part. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "She really..." I couldn't believe that he actually thought that by getting me to blow nineteen guys I would suddenly want to fuck him. Was he wrong? Was Kelsey wrong? I didn't know, but I wasn't going to find out tonight. I grabbed him by the collar of his coat and kissed him hard on the lips. It surprised him, but it cooled the tempers for a moment. "Call me in the morning. I'm... I need some time Greg. It... I need to think." What I wanted to say is that he needed to be my boyfriend and be a man, but I wimped out on saying what I was thinking. "Okay Jess." Greg frowned. "I'll call you in the morning. Goodnight." And he kissed me quickly and headed out the door. I fell into my bed and fumed for about an hour before falling mercifully asleep. The next morning, I was awakened by my cell phone. I groggily got out of bed and retrieved it from my purse. "Hello?" I answered through half closed eyes, not even looking at the phone to see who was calling or what time it was. "Good morning sleepy head." Kelsey chirped. "I hear you were quite the slut last night." I groaned. Kelsey giggled on the other end of the phone. "I am so proud of you Jessica. The boys have been raving on and on non-stop about how fantastic you were. Jake told me all about the bull ride too. I won't even penalize you for that one, since it was technically not your fault. So, I hear you want to fuck Greg now." She paused for an answer. "Kelsey, I'm not in the mood." I replied. "Well, that is good, because the answer is no. I don't think I want my pussy being entered by Greg's cock ever. He just really doesn't deserve it. I mean, he was going to let that whole bus load of guys use your mouth like a cum dump. He isn't really the right guy for you. I'm going to find you someone better for your first college fuck." "What?!" I yelled. "Kelsey, Greg is my boyfriend. You are not going to pick who I date!" She laughed. "Oh Jessica, you are so cute. Of course I am. I am going to decide everything for you in your social life from now on. You'll see. You'll like it in the end. Now, Jake will be there in about an hour to pick you up. You are going to go to his place this time and give him a nice long blow job like you bragged about yesterday. He is so looking forward to it. I have to say, I'm going to have to be careful with you around you little slut." "Kelsey!" I screamed into the phone. "Stop it! I am not doing that! Stop it! You don't own me. Just leave me alone." She had a lot of nerve. I was really getting pissed at her presumptions. "Jessica, don't raise your voice to me. I'm cutting you some slack here because this is so new to you, but don't push it. You are going to do as I just told you to do or I will work my magic on Greg and turn you into the frat whore. Surely you don't want to be that do you Jessica?" "No Kelsey, I don't and I wouldn't. You might think you have everyone wound up and dancing for you like puppets on a string, but I am not some mindless little whore for you to pimp out wherever you want." I was really getting pissed off, and first thing in the morning too. "Oh? Did you do last night of your own design then?" She giggled. "Was it your idea to blow Greg and Jake in front of the guys? Was it your plan to suck my boyfriend off twice yesterday?" "I'm hanging up now Kelsey. I am locking my door and I am not going anywhere with Jake." "Jessica, when you hang up, check the email I just sent you. Then call me back and apologize. You are going to be punished." She hung up on me. That bitch hung up on me! I so wanted to do the hanging up. I drug myself into my chair and checked my email. There was one from Kelsey and I opened it. It read, 'click for a laugh' and had an attachment. I clicked it and there was a clip of me with my ass bared to the camera riding that damned bull from last night. I sunk down into my chair and fumed. Had Jake taken this last night? You could see my ass and my face plain as day as I clung to that fucking bull. It must have been when the guy was bringing me to the edge of an orgasm, because my pussy was pressed against the damned thing, which was fortunate since I could tell that my thong had indeed slipped to the side in all the bumping. My face was flushed and I was screaming for the guy to stop. So, whoever had taken this video had definitely known I was screaming for help. I felt so humiliated seeing this clip. How many others had the same or worse on their phones today? Why was she showing me this anyway? I knew what happened last night, I didn't need her video reminder of my shame. Was she blackmailing me? Oh God! She had my contact list. She had my parents, my siblings, my friends from back home, everyone! I broke into a sweat. She wouldn't resort to blackmail would she? But, why else would she tell me to look at it and call her back? I started to hyperventilate. I fell to the floor and nearly vomited. It took awhile, but I finally got myself under control enough to breath normally again. I got back into my chair and calmed myself down with a bottle of water. A few minutes later, I rang her back. "Hello Jessica." Kelsey said so sweetly as she answered the phone. "Before you say anything else, I think a nice heartfelt apology is in order." And she waited for it. "Are you ... What are you going to do with that clip Kelsey?" I asked, trying to keep my lower lip from quivering too much. "That doesn't sound like an apology." She paused. "The clip was just sent to one person on your contact list, want to know who it was?" She laughed. "Stop! Oh God no Kelsey, please?" I begged, falling onto my knees. "I do like begging, but you still aren't apologizing." Another pause. "You really are going to have to get better at this or get more friends on your contact list. That is two copies sent. Shall we try again?" "I'm sorry Kelsey! Please! I'm sorry I yelled at you, please stop this!" I cried out into the phone. "Good try, but you are yelling, not humbly apologizing." Another pause. "Three down, forty-seven left." I shook violently. She was ruining me. "Kelsey..." I whispered. "I am very sorry for shouting at you and for questioning you. I will do whatever you ask. Please forgive me for being so insolent." I didn't feel it, but I said it in what I thought was a convincing way. "There, so much better Jessica. Now, I have many more clips by the way and pictures. Not just of the bull riding, but the one I showed you was tamer than many others. So, let's not do this again okay? I hate hurting you Jessica, I really do. Don't force me to do it again." "Yes Kelsey, I'm terribly sorry." I whispered. "Now, when I get off the phone, you will go to the shower and get a nice hot one. I want you to wear something sexy, but not whorish like last night. After all, Jake has standards, I can't have my man being seen with common sluts, at least not apparently so. You have an hour. When you are with Jake, you will do anything he asks of you. Even if he wants to fuck you, you will do it and you will tell me. I am not giving you permission to fuck him by the way, nor am I giving him permission to fuck you. But, I want to know if I can trust my Jake while I am away." "Do not tell him anything about this part of the conversation. If you warn him about it or lie to me, I will find out, you believe that don't you Jessica?" "Y-yes Kelsey." I stammered. "Good. Now, you will, as I said, do anything and everything he tells you to do today. It seems Greg has been having second thoughts and is leaving for home today for Christmas break. I'm sorry about that, I am. But, really Jessica, you two were not a good combination. You are way too good for Greg. I'm not saying you can't salvage it for awhile. He isn't ready to break up with you yet, but I think you should prepare for it, it seems likely to happen. He is just too weak to stand up for you and too invested to treat you like he should." "When Jake is finished with you, he will bring you back to your dorm room. There will be a box inside your room, so leave the door unlocked. You will call me before you open it. Do not open it until I tell you to do so. Do you understand?" "Yes Kelsey." I whispered, I couldn't even find my voice with her anymore. "Good girl. Now, put your phone in the charger, I'm sure the battery must be close to dead by now, just leave it there, you won't need it while you are with Jake. I'll talk to you later today. Try to have fun." She laughed softly. "Jessica?" She said softly to elicit a response. "Yes Kelsey?" I gasped into the phone at my spiraling out of control life. "I know this is hard for you, I've told you as much before. When I get back, things will be a lot better, I promise. This is just really bad timing, you falling into my lap when I had to leave the next day. One other thing, I know you hate me right now and that is okay. I suppose if I were in your shoes, I would feel the same way. You can hate me, its okay, but don't ever disrespect me. It will not go well for you and you will do anything I want anyway." I hoped she was done, but I was in for a blow. "Your punishment is that you will go in your robe only, with a towel and your shower things to the first floor and shower there." I gasped. "Please Kelsey," I started weeping, "Please don't do this. I'm sorry, I swear, I'll make it up to you. I'll give Jake the best blowjob I can. I'll do anything, but oh God, I could be raped." "You won't be raped. There is always so much embellishment with you. Get going now, Jake will be there in an hour. If you aren't in your room, I guess he will have to go to the first floor bathroom to stop the gang bang that you were too stupid to prevent." The dormitory that I lived in was co-ed. There were boys only on the first floor, a mix on the second floor and only girls on my floor, the third floor. Of course, boys were allowed on the third and girls on the first, but not to live in the rooms there. I didn't see any way out except to lie to her and I was pretty sure she would find out if I did that, so I grabbed my shampoo, soap and towel, wrapped myself in my robe and descended the stairs to the first floor. I was shaking the whole way. I cautiously opened the door from the stairwell onto the first floor. I had never been on the first floor before, excepting the lobby and the common rooms, but as I expected, the layout was the same from the side. Nobody in the halls, I darted down to the corner, turned and ran through the empty hall into the bathroom. I didn't slow down and barreled into the bathroom and cringed as I heard the sound of running water. I looked around quickly. There were curtains over a few stalls and steam rising from the tops. There were clothes and toiletries on the benches in the middle and a shaving kit at one of the sinks. I needed to move fast before someone decided to come out and dry off. I padded carefully across the wet floor and into an empty stall with an empty stall between it and the next occupied one. I yanked the curtain closed and tried to control my breathing. I was in a bathroom with at least three naked boys who were showering. Sure, they didn't know I was there, but I knew and it was causing a panic in me. I hung my robe on the shower handle, my towel over the top of the shower and turned on the water. Of course it started cold and I bit my teeth so as not to shriek and alert the fellow bathers to the presence of a woman in the bathroom. I waited, dancing on my toes, for the water to warm up and then I plunged in and washed my hair savagely. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. When my hair was saturated in shampoo, I soaped up my body. I trembled every time I heard a guy's voice. It happened a lot unfortunately. Some other guys entered and some left and some just chatted to each other across the stall walls. "Dude, you hear about that girl that took on a whole bus last night?" Endless chatter aside, this one caught my attention. "Yeah right. Somebody is always making shit like that up." Came a reply. "Seriously man, I heard she fucked every one of them and even took it up the ass by some black guy with like a fourteen inch cock." I didn't know whether to be shocked or amused by the lie, but the fact that the rumor had built that much that fast had me terrified of being found out. "Listen to yourself bro. First of all, any mother fucker with a fourteen inch cock doesn't need to waste his time at college. Second, what is the chick's name? What does she look like? Sounds like a bunch of crap to me." "Bro, I am telling you, I heard it straight from Gibby, you know that linebacker friend of mine. He said a bunch of them took the bus to PBR last night and this chick fucked the mechanical bull then ran a train on the guys all the way back to the frat house. She had so much cum dripping out of her holes, they hosed her down before they took her in to fuck the rest of the house. He said she will be there tomorrow night to do another train. I'm going man, I don't know about you." The other guy laughed. "He is telling you that shit to get you to come to his lame ass wiener fest party. Most of the girls are gone for the break already. Go if you want to, I'm hitting the clubs where I have a better chance of getting laid for real instead of by some fairy tale." This guy was my hero. I mean, obviously some of it was true, but thank God not everyone was blindly believing this story. I rinsed slower to see if there was more to be told, but the conversation changed to when they were leaving and I quickly finished up and turned off the water. I dried my hair. Once my hair was reasonably dry, I toweled off my body and wrapped my hair in the towel and put on my robe. Now came the tricky part. The bathroom was much noisier now and more occupied than when I snuck in. I had no idea how much time had passed, but Jake would be in here dragging me out if I wasn't upstairs, I was sure of that. I peeked out through the curtain and sure enough, there were guys in all states of undress out there. Some were just hanging out naked, and I do mean hanging out. I steeled myself, this was going to be difficult. I couldn't run, I'd probably slip on the wet floor and knock myself unconscious and really wake up to a gangbang. So, I'd have to do it the obvious way. I didn't try to draw attention to myself, but when I pulled the curtain back and stepped into the room, it was a given that it happened. I took a few steps out and all conversation stopped as one guy started laughing. I saw naked bodies everywhere. A couple of them yanked their towels up around them. One guy apparently thought he was impressive and stood there staring at me, not covering up one bit. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I wasn't sure what else to do, I surely didn't want him to think I was here to hook up. I kept walking. "Where you going so fast?" One guy asked. "Damn girl, I would have washed your back if I had known you were there." Another added. "I think this is what you are looking for." A guy to my left said as he held his dick in his hand towards me. "Sorry guys, umm..." I couldn't think up a lie quick enough and was blushing heavily as I continued to make my way to the door. I kept my eyes as averted as possible, but peripheral vision was quite revealing. "What's your name baby?" Another guy asked. "Dude, that is the girl!" Someone shouted. "What girl?" Asked about four guys at once and I picked up my speed towards the door. I was nearly running as I yanked the bathroom door open and heard. "The slut from the bus last night." I broke into a run. I didn't know if anyone was chasing me or not. I didn't slow down to find out. I ran all the way up to my room and locked the door behind me and fell down on my bed and cried. I was the slut from the bus now. I wasn't Jessica, I wasn't even Greg's girlfriend, I was the slut from the bus. I screamed into my pillow. I punched at my bed. How the hell had I gone from a respectable student to the slut from the bus? Kelsey, of course, oh how I hated her. The whole school was finding out about me. It was worse than I had feared. I thought I would just get a whisper now and then about being a blowjob queen or something. No, I was now the bus slut. About ten minutes of tearing into my inanimate and uncaring bedclothes, I got up and dressed in a mid-thigh skirt and a pullover. I was just putting on a pair of low heels when the door knob turned and finding the door locked, there was a knock on the door. "Just a minute." I called to whoever was on the other side, as I pulled on my second shoe and walked over and unlocked the door. I figured it was Jake, and I wasn't wrong. He took a look at me and he just rolled his eyes and frowned. "Jessica, you sure do cry a lot. What the fuck is wrong this time?" He pushed by me. I didn't feel like getting into it, because he was obviously not in the mood to care at all. "Just give me a minute to put on some make up Jake, you'll never know I was crying." I fumed and went over to start applying. "You know Jess, a lot of women would love to suck my dick. If it is that big a fucking deal, just call Kelsey and I'm sure she will let you off the hook. I'm tired of this shit." I turned and looked at him. I had made him feel insecure. How funny is that? I almost laughed, but I knew that would really piss him off. "Jake, they know. The whole fucking school knows." "They know what Jessica?" He asked, either being intentionally ignorant or fucking with my head. "They are calling me the bus slut Jake. They even know what I look like." I wasn't crying so hard anymore, but my lip was shaking as I said it and tears probably weren't far behind. "Oh for God's sake Jessica. It's just rumor mill bullshit. It will be dead soon and they will talk about some chick who fucked a horse or a gear shift or some other lie. You really thought it wouldn't get out at all?" He was exasperated with me. "I didn't think that people would point me out in school Jake. I didn't really think about it much at all. I..." I didn't want to cry again, I turned away from him and shuddered, taking in a deep breath. Jake walked over and put his hands on my shoulders. I trembled at his touch. "Jessica, you're a slut now." I shook at the word. "It isn't so bad. So, let them talk. Let me tell you something, there is no such thing as bad publicity, you've heard that before right? Better they talk about you and you are somebody than you go through life as nobody. You are hanging with Kelsey and I now. You are going to be known. Kelsey knew this would happen and she will straighten it out when she gets back. They are going to make comments, rude ones. They are going to point at you. Boys will want to fuck you. Girls will be jealous and hate you for the fact that their boyfriends and the boys they want as boyfriends want you because you are the school slut." "It won't be long. Trust me. When you are seen with me and with Kelsey, you are going to blow right by all this slut talk. The important thing for you to do right now is hold your head up. You are way above most of these losers. I don't know why Kelsey holds you in such high regard, but she does. You surely must know the respect she holds on campus. I hold a bit myself. This will all blow over, but it will take some time. Just keep your head up. Cry in your room if you need to, but outside, you have to be strong. You have to let this stuff roll off your back or you are going to drive yourself insane. I wish Kelsey was here to deal with this crap, because it shouldn't be falling to me. I'm not what you might call a sensitive man." I laughed a little at his admission. "Just roll with it for a bit. If you want, you can come stay with me until Kelsey gets back. You'll be sucking my dick a lot if you do that, but at least no one will mess with you when I am around. Come with me and I'll show you what I mean." He pulled my shoulders around and turned me towards the door. I picked up my coat and put it on and grabbed my purse and checked my phone to be sure it was charging. I stopped at the door, afraid to go outside. Jake put his arm around my shoulders and led me out. We walked downstairs and I expected him to take me to his car. He guided me to the common rooms on the first floor instead. I pulled back when he turned in that direction. "Trust me." He smiled and I looked at him uncertainly, but let him lead me on. There were a bunch of guys in the common room lounging around talking and laughing. They all seemed to stop when we walked into the room. Jake leaned and whispered into my ear. "Head up high, be proud, you are with me after all." He chuckled and I laughed and pushed my chin up higher. "Hey Jake!" One of the guys shouted across the room. "Hi Rick." Jake called back and entered the room. I looked around and caught a couple of guys looking at me and whispering to each other and I fought to keep from slumping my shoulders and forced the smile to stay on my face. "Who's this?" Rick asked, acknowledging me. "Oh, sorry. This is Jessica, a good friend of Kelsey's. We were just about to go back to my place to chill and thought we'd check out the party plans for the next few days before we split for home." Jake said. He was so confident. Why wouldn't he be. "Nice to meet you Jessica." Rick smiled at me and I smiled back politely acknowledging him. He crossed the room and held out his hand and I took it, looking to Jake for assurance. He smiled at me and nodded. "Any friend of Jake and Kelsey, well..." Rick let the thought linger. He was still holding my hand and I was getting a bit uncomfortable, but I let him continue to hold it. "Jake, you think a few of us could come over to chill too?" A guy laughed from the couch across the room. Jake stared at him and he stopped laughing. A few of the guys had chuckled at his question, but they all likewise shut up at Jake's stare. "What are you getting at Roger?" Jake asked with a flat voice. Rick let go of my hand finally and moved over to my side facing the rest of the room. Somehow, I felt very protected between the two of them and I smiled at my confronters. "Come on Jake, we all heard about the bus ride. We heard she is entertaining tomorrow night at the frat house too. Just thought we could get a preview." He snickered. Jake turned to me and smiled. "Do you have any clue what this asshole is talking about?" I stared at him for a second and then I smiled. "Must be the train I pulled on the bus last night." Jake smiled really wide at me and I shivered in excitement at what we were about to do. I looked at Roger, still smiling. "Show me what you're packing and maybe." I winked at him. His mouth dropped open. He just stood there unsure what to do. "Come on, let me see if your dick is worth my time. I mean, it takes a pretty big one to touch the sides now that I pulled a train last night. If you don't measure up, it won't be much fun for either of us. You aren't shy are you?" I couldn't believe I was saying this stuff, but it felt empowering. I looked over to Jake and shrugged my shoulders. "I guess I'll just have to deal with one cock today." Jake laughed and we turned toward the hall. Rick laughed too. Then, Rick said, "Will this do?" And right there in front of the whole room, he opened his pants and pulled out a quite sizable cock. I couldn't believe it. Not just that he had a big dick, but that he had been so brazen as to pull it out in this quite public room. Jake squeezed my shoulder as I signal, though I had no idea what it was supposed to be. I looked to him and he whispered. "Big enough?" I laughed softly and turned back towards Rick. "Yeah, I guess that will do. Come on." Rick smiled at me and I hoped this was a setup by Jake, but I wasn't sure that I wouldn't be blowing Rick too. "Wait!" Roger called out and he opened his pants and pulled his penis out too. I say penis because, well it was pretty average, not very big at all. I had to give the guy credit for pulling it out, and I felt kind of bad for what I was about to do to his ego, but he had tried to make me out to be a slut. I looked at his dick and then shook my head no. "Sorry Rog, I don't think that will do it for me." I turned around and smiled widely as Jake put a hand on my hip and we took a step forward. "Bitch." Roger said loud enough for the whole room to hear. I didn't really care. Better that than other things he could have said, but Jake stopped. He kissed my cheek and told me to stay there. He turned around and faced Roger. "What did you call her?" Roger looked scared suddenly. "I... nothing, just forget it." "No, you called her a bitch Roger. Why? Because she won't fuck you? Does that make Kelsey a bitch too? Because I know she won't fuck you. Does that make the majority of the female population of this school bitches too? Is my mom a bitch Roger? She won't fuck you either." He wasn't laughing, he wasn't yelling, he was just breaking it down. I guess Roger got it. "I'm sorry Jessica, I shouldn't have called you that." I had been concerned a fight was going to break out and I was a bit nervous. I smiled though at his apology. "Thank you Roger." Jake let it go and he, Rick and I exited the dorm together. It wasn't a setup. Rick got in the car with us and we all three drove to Jake's place. I got to ride in the back. "So, is it true then?" Rick turned half-way in his seat to talk to me. "What?" I woke from my internal thoughts at his attention. I had just been thinking how Jake had handled that so well and wondering how I would do it without him there. Surely, he couldn't be with me all the time. So, could I be that confident without him by my side. "The train on the bus, is any part of it true or was it a total embellishment?" Rick asked. I stared for a moment and took a deep gulp as I contemplated what I should tell Rick. Obviously, the time for over-indulgence in the tale was over, at least with Rick. "Well..." I began and then thought hard for a moment over what I wanted to say. I looked into the rear view mirror at Jake, hoping he would bail me out. He was smiling expectantly, letting me decide what to say. He was leaving it entirely up to me. I braced myself, closing my eyes and breathing in deeply, feeling the tension throughout my body. Then I exhaled and let all that tension escape for a moment. "I actually did give a blowjob to Greg and to Jake on the bus, but that was it. It was just getting an odd fantasy kind of experience out of the way. Obviously, given the attitudes across campus already at what happened, it is not something I can keep a secret if it was something I wanted to do again. And really, I've been there and done it, so I don't really ever need to do it again. I can't say I didn't enjoy it, because a part of me really did." "On the other hand, I have to deal with this for now and I felt that over-exaggerating the situation is the easiest way for me to disrupt the crazy stories. I hope... that is ... I guess we are going to Jake's and I'm going to end up giving you a blowjob. And it's okay, I don't mind really, I just hope you won't add to my problem. I really don't want to be known as the campus slut in the long run." Jake winked at me. Rick laughed. "No problem Jessica, you know though, if you do this stuff, your reputation is going to spread." "Oh, it was a one time thing. I mean the bus thing." I answered. Rick shrugged doubtfully. "Look, there really isn't anything wrong with being a slut. I mean, if you enjoy it, you should do it. Fuck them if the same assholes who want to get something off you are talking shit about you because you didn't do them or even because you did. Guys are assholes, you know that I'm sure. I'll tell you what though, my brother goes to college down in College Park a long way from here. If you ever want to get your slut on at a frat party, I'll take you down there and then you won't have to worry about your reputation because nobody there will know you." I'm not sure what my facial expression looked like after that. It should have shown confusion at the least, potentially anger. In the end, I figured Rick was actually trying to be helpful so I blew it off and thanked him for the offer. We arrived at Jake's place, a house he shared with three other guys just off campus. He had described this to me in the last few minutes before we arrived. We exited the car and entered the house and were greeted by two of Jake's roommates and a half dozen of their friends who were gathered around the television watching Scarface and playing a game where they took a drink every time someone said the word "fuck". Needless to say, they were not very sober as it was a bit into the movie. I laughed a little and they looked up and were suddenly interested in me. I did not particularly want this attention out of fear that Jake would welcome them all to sample my mouth as well and as I surveyed the faces of the eight guys sitting there, I was unfortunate enough to recognize two of them from the bus trip to Baltimore. "Hey guys, this is Jessica, Jessica, this is Jim, Skip, Don, Eric, John, Big John, Dave and Manuel", he pointed them all out from left to right and I didn't keep up completely, but it was a nice gesture. "We are heading down to the theatre, I want to show her the system." He turned to Jim, who I would later learn was one of his roommates, "I'd prefer not to be disturbed." Jim winked at him and smiled. "No problem Jake. Nice meeting you Jessica." And they returned to make up for the three drinks they missed when we walked in. Jake escorted me with a hand on my hip down the stairs, Rick following behind us. The recessed lights lit the stairs very nicely. While the living room, where we had entered, had been quite tasteful with it's large wrap around leather couch, there was no comparison to the high technology of the basement. I think I gasped as I looked at the place. There was a bar along the right side, with televisions over the top, reminiscent of a sports bar. There was a pool table at our end, but the truly amazing part was yet to come. There at the far side was the biggest screen I had ever seen in real life. It must have been nine feet high, since it went from floor to ceiling and was proportionately a cinematically wide screen television. The seats were like stadium seats, five wide and four rows deep, enough for twenty people. They looked extremely comfortable. As I stood there taking in the room, Jake paused with me, then chuckled at me softly. "Typical response. Anyone else would be bent over one of those end chairs about ten minutes from now taking my cock wherever I wanted to deliver it. Of course, me being with Kelsey, that doesn't happen anymore." He slapped my ass playfully. "Go back there behind the bar and fix me a martini. Rick?" "Sure, I'll have a Jack and Coke babe." Rick responded. "I'm not a bartender." I laughed as I walked to the bar. "Don't get your hopes up too high." I climbed behind the bar and started looking through the alcohol. I pulled out the Jack Daniels and a bottle of Ketel One. I grabbed some glasses, one a martini glass and one a regular drinking glass. And in short order after locating some olives, Coke and a bottle of Patron. I set us all up with a shot of Patron and made myself an appletini when I found the Sour Pucker. "Jessica, now you know, if we are going to do Tequila shots, they are going to be by request." Jake smiled, placing his hand over my shot when I lifted it for a toast. I looked at him blankly. He smiled wider. "Why don't you take off your clothes Jessica? Rick and I are going to do ours off your body, then you can tell us how you want to drink yours." My eyes went wider. "Umm... No, Jake, let's not. I'll blow you guys, but I would like to keep my clothes on, especially with all the guys upstairs... you know?" I took a sip of my appletini and gulped it loudly. Jake laughed louder. "Take your fucking clothes off Jessica." I laughed and looked at Jake, waiting for him to smile, but he didn't. He looked quite serious. I whispered at him, "Jake, please no." I watched for a sign that he was still joking about it. None came. It seemed like we stared at each other for an hour, though I'm sure it was only a minute or two. I slumped my shoulders and gulped down my appletini quickly. "Please?" I asked once more. "Oh just do it already, you know you are going to." Jake said flatly. I started with my top, shaking hands pulling the bottom of it up and over my belly. I shivered as I felt the cool air of the basement on my exposed breasts and then lifted it off my head and let it fall to the floor. I was now topless in just the skirt and my shoes and socks. "Small but cute." Rick smiled. "Yeah, she isn't much in the tits department, good thing she knows how to suck dick or she would probably end up married to some nobody." Jake replied. "Jake?" I whimpered. "Seriously?" He replied, obviously pissed off. "Fine!" I snapped and undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I crouched down and took off my shoes and socks and stood behind the bar completely naked. "Put your clothes down at that end of the bar and climb up and lay in front of us." Jake instructed. I did as told, but with an attitude the whole time, slamming my clothes down and climbing up and laying on my belly, ass in the air. "What do you think, I want to do a shot out of your ass? Roll over you dumb ass." Jake growled. I rolled over and fought the tears that threatened my eyes. I closed them tight and tried to pretend that they weren't there. "You haven't sucked any dicks today have you Jessica?" Rick asked. "Not yet." I answered in a whisper. "Okay, open up your mouth." He followed. I did and he poured the shot into my mouth. "Don't swallow it." He added, which was honestly what I was about to do so it was good that he told me. "Now sit up and give me my shot." I sat up and kissed him and let his shot roll off my tongue into his mouth as he drank it. He kept kissing me. He had his hand in my hair holding it firmly as our tongues danced together. He was invading my mouth with his tongue as my own wiggled under it. I kept my eyes closed as the kiss went on for what seemed an eternity. "Don't fall in love Rick." Jake laughed. "She is Greg's girlfriend after all." I yanked away as best I could at the mention of Greg. Somehow, kissing Rick was probably more of a betrayal than sucking his cock. At least in my head it was. But with the grip in my hair, all I managed was to pull my tongue away and Rick grabbed my neck in his other hand and continued to kiss me with a lot of tongue. Eventually, I was too overwhelmed and forgot my loyalty to Greg again and kissed Rick back. We were kissing pretty passionately now and his hand slid down my body and between my legs. He started sliding his fingers up and down my slit and I moaned into his mouth and spread my legs to ease his entry. "You got her worked up there Rick." Jake commented. "You gonna fuck her, or do I get to do my shot now?" My eyes flew open and I pressed my hands against Rick's shoulders. He slowly disengaged his tongue and stood back from me. "Oh, I'm going to fuck her alright, but you better have your shot first unless you want it mixed with my cum." He laughed. "Rick, I'll blow you, but I can't fuck you. That would be cheating on Greg, I won't do that." I gasped, calming down from my arousal. "So, a blowjob is being faithful." He laughed. "How about if I get Greg's permission first?" I looked confused. Would Greg really give someone else permission to fuck me? "Well, there is ... Kelsey too." I blurted, hoping to get a reprieve. Rick looked up at Jake. "What is she talking about?" Jake laughed. "Kelsey told her that she owns her now and the dumb bitch believes it. Don't ask me, I'm just along for the blowjobs. Kelsey doesn't do that shit and this slut is quite honestly the best cocksucker I ever had wrapping lips around my pipe." I swung my legs off the bar and sat up. "I guess the honeymoon is over huh? How you can go from nice guy to asshole so quick is beyond me." "Oh stop being so dramatic." Jake laughed. "Want me to call the guys from upstairs and set you up a really good gangbang?" "Oh Please please, pretty please?" I fluttered my eyelashes. "Fuck it, I'm out of here. Do you want your blowjob or not because I'm not sitting around to be insulted." "Jesus Jake, why do you have to be such a prick?" Rick asked. "Rick, she's all yours bud. I'm going upstairs for a few drinks. Come get me when you're done and I'll get my blowjob after you're finished with her." Jake laughed and shot back his Tequila and headed upstairs with his martini. "Seriously Rick, I'm not going to fuck you." I stood my ground, not very intimidating while naked, but I was resigned. "You are really full of shit aren't you?" 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my true my one, I finally arranged a joust, A chance to enter my guarded house, Should knight be brave and strong enough, Untold riches he could engulf, I cared enough to give the chance, Within my sacred halls to dance, But first the knight must prove his worth, And claim the rights of noble birth, I measured him both tall and wide, Should he continue deep inside, The walls where treasure taunts and calls, To knights, please come inside my halls, He charged with fury and I did block, Too fast he charged, that loathsome sot, He backed, assessed and charged again, Only my wall to dent with pain, I told him no, his chance was lost, He refused to go, he'd pay the cost, Again he charged though I did flinch, He missed the door by just an inch, Again he battered on my door, I wept and cried to him no more, I'd let him get to far he cried, He'd open my doors and pry them wide, He sent a pawn, just one of ten, To test the door to let him in, I tried my best to crawl away, Bade him to joust another day, But still he would not be denied, From treasure sweet he saw inside, He lined himself against the door, My resistance soon would be no more, He broke my guardian down at last, I screamed in pain, walls broke like glass, The knight inside my treasured gate, Plundered wildly in my broken state, No longer would I be able to defend, Most any knight from coming in, My castle wall a thing now past, My knight came in but did not last, He took the treasure he desired, Left me with a kiss and then retired, He came after that repeatedly, My treasure tasting easily, He brought a friend and then two more, To carry the treasures from my hoarde, And now I am a wiser lass, A queen no more, that time has passed, I know my treasure is the goal, And one few knights will ever know Mrs. Mason looked flushed. Mr. Mason was grinning lasciviously. Kelsey was smiling with sincerely admiration and approval. Jake had his usual cocky smile. Brianna and Sade looked bored, but also confused at the rapt attention I had not only of our table, but of the two to three tables deep all around us. I blushed and demurely took a sip of my water. Mr. Mason finally broke the moments of silence. "You are quite the talented author." He commended me. "And a very alluring narrator. Have you ever read the works of other authors for an audience?" I giggled softly. "Well, I did used to read to an occasional unappreciative audience, but I think they had their minds on other things when I was trying to divert them with poetry." Seth laughed loudly. "I can't imagine them not desiring your treasure even more after hearing your poems." I laughed softly. "I believe I'll have another glass of wine." Jennifer smiled. "I like the one with the dew on the roses better." Jake smirked at me. "Me too Jake." I smiled. "Would you care to join me for a cigar?" Mr. Mason offered to me as he prepared to excuse himself from the table. "Seth, honestly." Mrs. Mason admonished her husband. "You'll have to excuse my husband, he is on an eternal quest for a woman who enjoys a cigar as much as he does. It seems the conversation is far less satisfying to him without a pretty face." I looked to Kelsey for a hint, but she just smiled waiting to see what I would do. "Well, with your permission of course Mrs. Mason, I would love to see what the club humidor has to offer." Mrs. Mason gasped softly, but she was feigning it. "By all means dear, just don't let them bore you too much with their tales of world domination." I leaned forward conspiratorially, "If the world is ever dominated by one person, it will surely be a woman. We are much better organized, we can multi-task, and we have everything the men really want anyway." Seth laughed louder than ever. "Good Lord Jenny, have you been brain washing this girl?" Jake stood and pulled out my chair for me. I stood and smiled at him. He just shook his head in apparent amazement at my nerve. When I had stood, he smiled at Mr. Mason. "May I join you Seth?" Seth smiled widely and gazed over to his daughter. "Not tonight Jake, I wouldn't want to detract from your quality time that my daughter claims she is not getting in sufficient quantities." Then he chuckled to me. "Was that poetic enough Jessica?" "I should be surprised to find that a few of those in attendance tonight are not continuing to decipher the meaning behind your melodic words long after we have vacated the grace of their countenance." And I offered him my hand, which he graciously took with a laugh, looking briefly at Brianna and Sade as they whispered amongst themselves. "Jenny, I will be out shortly." He acknowledged his wife as he excused himself and me from the table. I followed his lead towards a back room where I assumed the cigars were kept for the club members. On the way, Seth introduced me to a few gentlemen. Each one of them rose from his chair, kissed my hand and made me feel every bit the princess dignitary from a foreign land. I met a member of the House of Representatives, a doctor, an attorney who has represented Seth's family in the past and a power broker, though of course he did not introduce himself as such. I was particularly interested in them all, of course. When we entered the solid doors in the back of the club, Seth continued to lead me down the hall to a set of double doors. "Kelsey told us precious little about you. I don't think she knows you very well does she?" He asked when we were alone in the hall. "No, we only met formally a couple of days ago." I smiled. "How did you meet?" He asked. I saw a look of distrust in his eye. It was the first time I had seen it from him and I guess I could understand it. "She actually introduced herself and Jake to my boyfriend and I at a party. It was not an elegant affair by any stretch of the imagination. She was feeling ill at the end of the night and I took her back to my dormitory and let her rest there." "So, my daughter got drunk and Jake abandoned her and you took her back to your place to keep her out of trouble? Is that a pretty accurate translation?" He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't angry either. "I..." for the first time since entering the dining room, I felt extremely uncomfortable. "I wouldn't say drunk Sir, perhaps more intoxicated than she should have been in such surroundings. I believe Jake was helping my boyfriend, who had a similar ... illness." I offered. He laughed. "You play the game well Jessica, but be straight with me for a minute. You are way out of your league here aren't you?" I blushed and thought I was going to cry for a second. I fanned my face to prevent a tear that was threatening my eye. "I'm..." I broke off and looked around to be sure we were alone. "Please Mr. Mason, I did not even know where Jake was bringing me until we got here. I have no idea why I am here. I don't know what Kelsey was thinking to be honest." "Easy girl, I'm not accusing you of anything. Well, feeling you out a bit perhaps. You understand, it wouldn't be the first time some 'friend' of Kelsey's turned out to be some leech who is stalking her. I don't have that impression from you though. I think she was hoping to have a bit of fun at your expense with her friends Brianna and Sade. You held your own. You took over the table and the room." "But you know that. The thing is, you did it so well, it raised my suspicions. Your FBI report should be in my room by now." He laughed. "Anything you need to tell me?" My eyes must have widened a bit, I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or angry. "If I have more than a mention, please let me know. I have never seen any background report on myself. But, rest assured, it will be very boring reading." I smiled. "Now, will you be staying the night?" He asked. "I have no idea Sir. I was told nothing, just picked up by Jake and brought here and shoved into this hair and clothes." He laughed. "I will be sure to have a room prepared and someone to bring you clothes in the morning. Do you golf?" "I'm afraid I've only been to a miniature golf course, except one time at the public course, which was an embarrassing experience. Thank you for the offer though." "Nonsense. You will join me at ten and I'll teach you. With your conversational skills, you need to learn the game Jessica. I'm not an idle flatterer and in spite of what my wife said, I have never even offered Jake to join me for a cigar. I'm not saying this to bully you, but to sincerely tell you that you can make it here. You have the introduction and you have the beauty, the language and the poise. If you are interested, I'll teach you. Not just golf, but the more important game." I stepped back for a moment. I studied his face. He wasn't leering at me. Maybe he just wanted to get in my panties, I wasn't sure about that. But, if that was his goal, he surely wouldn't have to put that much on the table to get it. I was quite sure that Seth Mason could buy much finer women than me. "I ... of course, I will accept Seth. I just question your motives. I'm not all that beautiful." I frowned. "You have been listening to the wrong people my dear Jessica." He huffed. "Regardless, of course I have alternative motivations, but they are not what you are thinking. Sex is easy to acquire. Kelsey tells me that you are quite miraculous in a certain talent, but you were simply amazing in there. I would not have invited you to join me for a cigar to get a blowjob." I blushed deep red and he smiled. "What I want is a beautiful woman who can be my assistant. If you have what it takes, and my first inclinations are that you do, I think you and I could benefit one another substantially. In short, I think you could make me a lot of money. I'm pretty good at quick reads, but I'm not one hundred percent accurate." "Thank you for the clarity. And since your motivations are so pure, I'd be glad to use you for social and financial gain." I laughed. He laughed with me, so it was a good conversation. I hooked my arm in his as he lead me to the cigar room. It was smoky inside. There was a bar and a long line of doors in a long humidor. I tried to withhold a gasp, but was quite unsuccessful. Seth walked me through the circles of men who were drinking brandy and puffing their cigars, straight to the bar. The wood was rich mahogany, everywhere. The tables, the chairs, the bars, the shelves, even the humidor. "What will it be Mr. Mason?" The bartender, a middle aged man in a tuxedo asked as we approached. He turned to me, "Shall I order for us Jessica?" I smiled at him. "I'll have a Lairds Apple and an Alec Bradley, unless of course you have an Opus X." The bartender chuckled. "Mr. Mason?" Seth smiled wide. "I'll have the same." The bartender was quick with the snifters and then left for the humidors. "You continue to surprise me Jessica, that is very good." Mr. Mason smiled. "To new friends in a new year." I toasted. "May it be a prosperous one." Seth added. It turned out they did have Opus X and Seth cut mine for me and lit it with a very nice silver lighter he had extracted from his jacket pocket. I didn't really inhale. It wasn't my thing. I just let the smoke flow into my mouth and held the taste for a moment before parting my lips slightly to let the smoke escape. Seth led me to an unoccupied table that overlooked the golf course through large paned windows. We sat. "So, where did you learn about brandy and cigars Jessica?" He asked. "Oh, I read a great deal Seth. However, it was my father who introduced me to cigars on my sixteenth birthday. He isn't a wealthy man, but he has known a few of them across the years. He had an Opus X once with a gentleman that he had worked for at one time. He always told me it was the best cigar he ever had and hoped to have one again before his death bed some day." "In that case, you will take a box with you and give it to him with my gratitude for raising such a divine young lady." He smiled. My eyes widened. I had a rough idea that a box of these cigars would carry a very hefty cost. "I... perhaps one Sir." He laughed. "Never turn down a gift Jessica. And never believe you are worth less than ten times what is offered. My first lesson to you." I felt awkward. I sat and looked at him for a few long seconds. I reached across the table and took his left hand in mine, looked him in the eyes, and said, "Thank you." He shifted for a moment, just the briefest shift and I thought perhaps I am going too far. I gently extracted my hands to end any uncomfortable contact and looked down for the briefest of moments. I dipped my cigar in my brandy and let the smoke enter my mouth again. Seth smiled at me. "You truly are a divine catch. If I were twenty years younger," I interrupted. "Your daughter never would have brought me here and we never would have met." I smiled. "Ahh, good point." He smiled. "Seth!" A slightly older gentleman said as he approached our table with a young man I guessed to be in his late twenties. They were both dressed in tuxedos and looked postured and poised as they approached. "I want another tee time before you leave for the holidays." Mr. Mason stood and I followed him to stand up as well. "Jessica, this is John Winters the third and his son, John Winters the fourth. We often compete on the golf course and our wives often compete in whatever charitable cause they are trying to fund each year. Together, they make a nice bundle of money for a lucky charity." The men laughed heartily and I politely joined. "It's a pleasure to meet you John and John." I laughed softly as I transferred my cigar to my left hand and took each of their hands in turn. "It isn't often we get the pleasure of a woman in this room full of smoke." The elder John said, "And even less often that the woman is so young and attractive." I blushed. "Thank you, I'm quite sure it is their loss." I took a slight puff of my cigar. The elder John was being quite polite while the younger John was practically leering at me and made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Unfortunately, the elder John and Seth engaged in a conversation about some deal they were working on together and though I tried to follow their discussion and stay with them, the younger John motioned me back to my chair. "They'll be talking shop for an hour now." He smiled. "I hear you are a bit of a poet." His eyes met mine only occasionally, they seemed more interested in the plunging neckline that revealed my lack of breasts. "I dabble." I smiled, trying to get his eyes back up to mine, but failing miserably. "So, how much would it cost me to take you out next weekend? Will you be around on the twenty-sixth? It's pretty dead around here then and I could use some company." John the fourth asked in a slightly hushed tone. I turned red. I saw red. He was insinuating that I was a prostitute? What the fuck! I took a slight drag off the cigar and blew a smoke ring at him. Well, it was an attempt at a smoke ring, it really just came out as a puff of smoke. "John, I don't know where you got that impression, but it was wrong. Excuse me." I stood up and was pissed that I was going to put out an Opus X without finishing it. But I did. I took it with me. I walked over to Seth and interrupted his conversation with the elder John with a brief squeeze of his hand. "I'm sorry Seth, something isn't sitting right with me." I couldn't help but look back at the younger John who was leering at me. "I believe I am going to retire for the evening." And I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Oh, I'm so sorry Jessica. Please don't go." He followed my brief gaze and caught the young John turning away. "Stay here, I'm sure John won't mind your added charm to our conversation." He smiled. I smiled politely. "I think I need a walk. I'm sorry Seth, I truly am. Thank you so much for a delightful evening." "Well, then see the receptionist, she should have a room ready for you." Seth looked slightly disappointed. "Ten O'clock tomorrow in the lobby, I'll have some clubs ready for you." I had forgotten about the golf lessons in my hurry to leave. "Oh, yes, I will see you then Seth. Very nice to make your acquaintance John." I smiled and let them each kiss my cheek with a fake kiss of my own to each of theirs. Then I left. I walked through the double doors and the tears began to fall. I know it was stupid, but here I had worked my way into the inner sanctum and they thought I was a whore. They thought I had been paid by Seth to make my way back there. They thought I was a perhaps upscale hooker, but a hooker nonetheless. I felt worse at that moment than I had felt after sucking nineteen cocks on that bus. At least there was some pride to being a slut. I don't know, maybe whores get a bad rap. I mean they serve a need right? I guess they make good money doing it. What would the younger John have paid me for a weekend as his... I broke down. I needed a door, somewhere to hide and pull myself back together. I looked for a ladies room, but it was on the other side of the dining hall. I didn't know another way to get there or to the reception desk, so I'd have to walk through that hall, preferably without tears flowing down my cheeks. I peeked through the door to see what or more importantly, who was left to contend with. Most of the people had left and there were a number of waiters and bus boys busily cleaning up from the dinner tables. I figured I should just make a brisk walk for it. I pushed through the doors and strode purposefully for the other side, trying my best to keep my head up, while facing away from the important people at a minimum. I made my way without incident or interruption all the way to the receptionist desk. There was Chloe, still at her post. "Miss Jessica, how delightful to see you again. And may I say that Janet did a splendid... oh dear, what's wrong?" She saw the look on my face finally as I got closer. "Please Chloe, can you get me a cab this late? I don't know how much it will cost, but I have a credit card in my room at the college." I said really, really fast. "What happened Jessica? I heard things were going exceptionally well." Chloe asked. "I just don't belong here Chloe. I tried, I thought it actually even worked for a while, but apparently, my disguise is not good enough." I tried very hard not to cry. "I have instructions to send you to Miss Mason's room. Oh dear, this is a difficult situation. I hope you understand. I have to inform Miss Mason that you are here." And whatever was left of the Jessica, the Countess, was blown away and my shoulders fell forward. I would get no assistance from anyone here. I was a mouse, a whore in the arms of the elite. "But, not this second." She whispered. "So, tell me what happened?" "They think I'm ..." I couldn't say it, I turned my head and cried... and the voice that completed the sentence was not my own, but that of a damaged beast, "a whore." "Oh dear. No, they don't." Chloe came up and wrapped me in a hug. "Oh Jessica, I can assure you that Seth Mason is one of the best judges of character you will ever meet. He would not have indulged someone he thought to be a prostitute with more of his time than absolutely necessary." She indicated the small screens behind her desk that showed views of various rooms, including the dining room and the cigar room. "So, who was it then?" She continued and paused in thought, then gasped as if getting the answer. "John the fourth. It had to be him. Oh Jessica, he's a young cocky idiot. Too much money and no responsibility. Listen to me. And I mean this with all sincerity. You are in. My God, I have never seen anyone get in that fast. Stay here the night. You will feel better in the morning and Mr. Mason will set all things right by the time you meet for golf tomorrow." She took my shoulders and held me at arm length. "This is it Jessica. There is no do over. This is it." And I looked up into her face and nodded through my tears. "Room 53?" She smiled at me. "Yes princess, Room 53. Take the hall to the left and the room will be on your right, facing the golf course." She dabbed my eyes with tissue from her stand and hugged me again before sending me on my way. I walked back, no longer with my chin up, feeling rather miserable, like I would just like to fall into bed and go to sleep. I knocked on the door upon arrival after an uneventful walk. Jake was there, opening the door. His jacket and tie were forgone, but he still wore his tuxedo pants and white shirt. Inside were Kelsey, Brianna and Sade, all three had changed from their evening gowns into silky pajamas. "There's my special girl!" Kelsey squealed and yanked me inside by my wrists and Jake closed the door behind me. "Oh Jessica, baby, you are so full of surprises." She gleamed. "Yeah, yeah, nice poetry, so will she really suck any dick you put in her mouth?" Brianna laughed. Kelsey shook her head. "So short sighted Bri" She smiled at me. I just looked at the ground in embarrassment, but Kelsey grabbed my chin and raised it back up. "No, you deserve to look up today." She said. "Okay, get out of here everyone, I need to be alone with my Jessica." She instructed everyone. "Yes, you too Jake." She added when he made no move. "Aww come on Kelsey, I mean, I could use some tongue action too!" Brianna complained. "See you in the morning Kels" Sade smiled and drug Brianna behind her. Jake gave Kelsey a big kiss goodnight. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He laughed then poked my nose with his fingertip. "Pretty fucking impressive Jess." And he left. And we were alone. "Okay. Soooooo much to talk about tonight huh?" Kelsey said with a big giggle on her lips. She yanked me in and kissed me hard on the lips. "My girl. Such an entrance. So poised and in control. You owned the room tonight." I blushed. "Kelsey..." I started. "Don't talk." She put a finger to my lips. "Okay, first off we need to address some punishments. So, take off your dress." "Please Kelsey, not tonight." I begged. She sighed. "Jessica, I haven't even said what the first punishment is going to be yet. And you are complaining. And still not taking your dress off. I could bring Brianna and Sade back to help. We could tie you and gag you and believe me, Brianna is jealous of you already. She would love to hurt you, and she would hurt you bad. For the sole purpose of hurting you." "Now, me on the other hand, I only inflict pain to perfect a lesson. I can't use humiliation here at the club and for a slut like you humiliation is more of a reward than a punishment. So, Jessica, stop fighting me on every command and take your fucking dress off. Now." She commanded. I pulled it up over my head and folded it neatly and placed it on the edge of the desk in her room. "Now, fetch that wooden hair brush from my vanity and bring it to me." She smiled. She was going to spank me. On my bare ass. With a wooden hair brush. Like an errant child. I knew this. There was no denying what was about to happen. "Kelsey..." I whispered as I picked up the brush. My hand was shaking uncontrollably and my knees threatened to buckle at any moment. "Please don't do this." I begged as the tears began to fall and I walked oh so slowly towards her. She was smiling, looking at my face crying and then darting her eyes down between my legs, but mostly taking in my face. She said nothing, just patted her lap as I continued to walk like a doomed woman to the gallows. And when I arrived, she was only slightly helpful in getting me into position. She wanted me to do it myself. She let her hand brush over my naked back and over my ass. "How many times have you cum since you met me Jessica?" She squeezed my naked ass flesh in her hand and brushed my pussy with a finger. "Twice?" I answered. SMACK! She sliced through the air and I quite literally screamed from the sudden loud sound and pain of the slap of the hairbrush. "Hush! You may whimper, moan, anything under a normal talking decibel. Screaming is absolutely not permitted." Kelsey admonished me. "Now, how many times have you had an orgasm since you met me?" "Three?" I thought. "Umm... wait... no, four. Four times." I answered. "Next time you will know that number like it is your locker combination." SMACK! Came the hairbrush again and this time I grabbed the bed covers and bit down to stop from screaming. Tears of pain washed down my cheeks. "How many orgasms have you given me Jessica?" Kelsey asked. "Two." I answered immediately. "So, that isn't really fair is it? True, you are a slut, but you have had twice as many orgasms as I have had since we met and I'm supposed to be in charge. So, I am going to spank you now Jessica. I'm not going to count, but you are. And you will remember the number forever. Both the number of smacks your ass received the first time I put you over my knee and the accumulating total smacks on your ass for the rest of our lives." Kelsey explained as she rubbed the back of the brush in circles over my ass cheek. "I expect this number to be respectable. I do not like punishing you Jessica. When you obey me, both of our lives will be so much better. Look at this time we are wasting with you lying over my lap, your plump, juicy butt in the air. So many more interesting things we could be doing. But, you have to test the waters, you have to resist me." "Well, reap your reward my love." And it began. I'm not sure what she was using as an indicator of being completed. At a point, I thought perhaps she just would go all night long. She started on my ass and worked down to my upper thighs. Then back up over my ass again and down again and up again and down again. Smack after smack came down on my heating buttocks. Not as hard as the first two smacks, but steady and not gentle. The first two trips she made from the top of my ass to the top third of my thigh were painful enough to make me sob steadily. Upon the third trip round the moon, pardon the lame humor, she swung a bit harder each time. Then harder again the time after that. I was steadily crying. Tears were drenching the bed covers that I bit to keep my sound to a muffled scream or whimper. Seven times she decorated my ass and thighs with her hairbrush, each time harder until at last it was as powerful as those first two had been. My ass felt like it was on fire. I had never in my life been beaten so long or so hard. I would remember this lesson for the rest of my life. One hundred and forty -two times she had struck my ass that night and I would indeed remember that number for the rest of my life. She then just ran a finger over my ass and it burned so badly that even that gentle touch burned. I whimpered. "Now, while you are as sore as you have ever been in your life, I'm assuming, I want you to put your cute little knees on the floor and beg to worship my pussy with your tongue. If you are sincere, I will allow you to undress me and catch me up, that means you will be allowed to taste my perfect vagina until you are able to draw two orgasms from my body." "Try not to be insincere my love, I'd hate to repeat those strokes on your ass again so soon. I'm not sure if you could take it." Kelsey smiled as she traced little circles all around my burning ass cheeks. "On three now. One, Two, Three." Kelsey counted to get me started on the path she desired. And I sank instantly to my knees and placing my hands on her thighs, just above her knees I begged her with the most piteous voice I could muster. "Oh please Kelsey, please let me lick your pussy. Please let me taste it and make you cum." I begged, tears still flowing down my cheeks. I looked up through blurred eyes, was it enough? I couldn't even see her reaction. I kissed her thighs, first left then right. "I so deeply wish to taste the sweet nectar from your flower Kelsey, please open it to me." I heard a giggle. "I like that one. Give me more poetic analogies my little English major slut." Kelsey commanded. I cringed. "Please Kelsey, open your hive to me that I might enjoy your honey." "Mmmm nectar now honey. One more Jessica." She moaned. Was she touching herself? "Please Kelsey, let my lips embrace the cane fields between your thighs that I might lavish my taste buds upon the sweet sugar therein." "Okay." She smiled and spread her thighs. As I said, I couldn't exactly see with the tears welled up in my eyes, so I blinked to let the tears leak down my face. Then, with slightly less blurred vision, I felt my way up her thighs, leading with my hands and following with my lips, kissing my way up. She made approving sounds, but said nothing to encourage or discourage anything I did. When I kissed her softly, she cooed. When I kissed her with a more open mouth and my tongue flickered against her skin, she moaned appreciatively. She did not tell me how to do it, just enjoyed while I discovered her. I was a complete novice at this, so it made sense I suppose, to permit me levity in my exploration of her body. I didn't rush to get to her pussy, nor did she rush me. In fact, I felt as though, if I had rushed to get there, she would have been disappointed. I had only kissed my way to mid- thigh and my fingertips were brushing the bottom of her pajama shorts. "Very nice Jessica. Now, there is a bathroom behind me to the right, go in there and clean your face. I have some make up in the cabinet if you need a little, and I mean a little. Do not come out here looking cheap or I will treat you like I paid for you. When you enter this room again, you will come to me, and worship my entire body as you undress me." "I know this will be weird for you. So, I want you to take your time and discover me. If you try to rush past any area of my body, I will punish you and set you to spending more time on that area than any other. I will tell you when it is time to pleasure me with your mouth. Now go and clean up and I expect no more tears tonight." I rose to my feet and went back to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My face was a mess, but my hair was holding out nicely. I blew my nose several times and used a wash cloth to clean my face. It was puffy and red from crying so much, so I drenched the wash cloth in cold water and held it to my face to reduce the swelling. When that had done the good it was going to do in the presumably short time I had to get presentable, I extracted her make-up and did my face. A bit of foundation all over, very slight blush on my cheeks and an understated lipstick to make my lips slightly pinker than they are. I was naked, of course, so there was no adjustments or primping required to my clothes. I stepped back and critiqued my body for a moment. As I have said before, it was nothing special. My ass was my best feature and that only if you were into a cute heart shaped bubble butt, it was far from Kardashian in nature. However, I had noticed over the years that I seemed to have more attention from boys when I they had a rear view than a front view. My hair was gorgeous at this moment. Normally, it was worn straight to my shoulder blades or pulled into a pony tail to keep it out of my face. Greg appreciated that for an entirely different reason than its real purpose. My face was an overall cute. My eyes are a little too big for my face and the color is the most bland shade of brown you can imagine. My eyebrows need plucking. I don't have a unibrow, but there is definitely some activity in between where eyebrows are supposed to end. My nose is fat. My cheek bones are low. My chin is too small. My teeth are straight thanks to the orthodontist, but only white in the sense of a natural white, not the shiny white of models. And my lips are too fat for my mouth. I'm short. My breasts are nearly non-existent. Well, for three weeks of every four. Yet, my nipples are I guess normal size, so they look enormous on my a-cup breasts. My body, over all, is probably more androgynous than feminine. I shave my legs, of course, but they aren't particularly shapely like Kelsey's. I have hips, but not much of them. And I was about to go naked into her room. Into the room of the most beautiful woman in my entire school, in perhaps the entire state. And I was going to, for the first time ever, perform oral sex on a woman, on this woman, this damnably beautiful woman. I took a very deep breath and held it in for ten seconds before releasing it. And I walked back out of the bathroom to Kelsey. She had dimmed the lights and lit candles around her bed while I was cleaning up. She was so beautiful, lying there on her bed in her silk pajamas. "Very nice Jessica. Come to me, make love to me now." She nearly whispered, but the voice was melodic and heavy with sensual power that made my flesh surge with energy. I slowly climbed onto the bed, kneeling at her feet and staring at her. I was both excited and terrified. She smiled at me, I think very pleased with my uncertainty. "I've never done this either." She assured me. I furrowed my brow in confusion. If she'd never done this before, why were we doing it now? It wasn't like we were in love. I leaned down and slid the bottom of her shirt up just a little bit to expose only an inch of her tan and smooth skin, looking up at her face, she gave me no signal, just smiled and nodded encouragingly. I softly kissed her belly, just above the waistband of her pajama bottoms and to the left of her naval. I looked into her eyes with my lips still pressed against her skin. I flicked my tongue out and tasted her skin. It was Kelsey tasting. I'm not sure how else to describe it, it was unlike anything I had ever tasted before. She smelled of apricot and tasted of Kelsey. I sighed deeply and laid my body down on the bed, propping my head up on my left hand, staring at her and running the finger of my right hand in tiny circles and dipping into her cute little belly button. I smiled at her. "Anything I want?" I asked. Kelsey's eyes rose and she smiled brightly at me. "Anything you want Jessica." I smiled. I laid over her body with half of my own and slid up her body far enough to kiss her on her lips. I started oh so softly and delicately. Just a slight suck of her lower lip. I kept my eyes on hers and let my tongue dance on her lip. Under normal circumstances, with a guy, I would have closed my eyes by now. I wondered if Kelsey would normally close her eyes, if she were kissing Jake right now. I made a mental note to pay attention the next time I saw them kiss. But, for now, in this moment, apparently she was as enraptured by the moment as I was. She was as vested in seeing my reactions as I was in seeing hers. This was like an adventure. I kissed then her upper lips and sucking it softly, I tasted her lipstick with my tongue. Like her body, it smelled of apricot, unlike her body, it tasted slightly of apricot. I would learn that my Kelsey was a perfectionist when it came to coordination. From her clothing to her beauty products, perfumes and shampoos. Every detail that went into and onto her body before she left her private room and entered the realm of her public was rehearsed and proven to provide no conflict whatsoever. I made her giggle next when I kissed the tip of her nose. I then kissed each cheek. One, soft, tongueless kiss upon each lightly blushed cheek. I then opened my lips wide and kissed her upon her left jaw. She trembled and I smiled. I pursued this avenue, I kissed my way towards her chin. Her moaning continued and so, my exploration went longer and deeper. I kissed her chin, her perfect chin. Her chin did not provide a sexual sound, more a grin on her face. It was pleasant, not sexual to her. So, I explored the other side of her jaw line and found it to be as sexually stimulating as the left side had been to her. I began making mental notes of everything that excited her. I was not sure why I did this. I wasn't a lesbian. I wasn't sure how, but I was certain I would escape her wicked web soon and most likely return to total anonymity and finish college. But she had me captivated. I guess the analogy would be a vegetarian being given the most perfect steak in the world and while they aren't interested in eating it necessarily, they are honored by the gift and want to at least touch it and taste it to see why it is the best. Okay, it's nothing like that. A vegetarian is probably repulsed by steak and there is nothing repulsive about Kelsey. I kissed her forehead, which got a similar response to her chin. I even kissed her eyelids, forcing her to close them for a moment. I truly had no idea what I was doing, I had never done anything like this with a woman before. I was into it much more than I would ever admit to myself. I was allowed to explore this perfect body and learn its secrets. It was like a living puzzle of eroticism. Her earlobes were no surprise. I'm not sure if there is anyone who doesn't get excited by a little suck on their earlobe. If there is, I haven't met them. My prom date nearly came in his pants from me sucking on his earlobe and he just went on letting me do it, right there on the dance floor. I could feel his heart pounding, I could hear his soft moans even over the overbearing house music. It was very exciting for me. I think if he had actually ejaculated in his pants, I would have considered it a more noteworthy tale, but I guess coming close made it memorable nonetheless. What did intrigue me, however, were the varied reactions I could elicit from her gorgeous little ears. When I sucked the top side of her ear, the bodily reaction was different than her ear lobe, perhaps less pronounced. When I tried to tongue fuck her ear hole, she went absolutely nuts and clamped her thighs together as if it would trigger an orgasm all by itself. I moaned softly into her ear as I withdrew my tongue. "That was unexpected." I whispered. "Yes it was." Kelsey gasped. Clearly, this was to be a night of many firsts for both of us. I wouldn't have dared to do so, but she did warn me against leaving any marks on her elegant, blemish-free neck when I made my way there. She wasn't a neck girl. It excited her somewhat, but the jaw line and most definitely the ear were far more reactive than her neck. When I had softly and wetly kissed each inch of her exposed skin above the neckline of her pajamas and to her jaw line, I shifted between her legs. Pushing her legs open, I settled the bulk of my body below her waist, practically resting my tiny breasts on her thighs. I pushed her top up to her bra line, no further. Then I proceeded to kiss her in varying ways all around her sculpted abdomen. I tongued her naval, which got a very nice reaction. The remainder seemed to make her shiver. It wasn't so much that it was its own reward to kiss and lick at her belly as it was the anticipation each time my mouth moved up to the bottom of her breasts or down to the top of her waist band. "Stop teasing me please." Kelsey moaned. And I smiled from ear to ear because she just said please. I climbed up onto my knees and helped her to sit up and pulled her satin pajama top up over her extended arms, revealing her quite riveting bra that was perfectly wrapping her breasts to create the most delicious cleavage I'd ever seen. I didn't pause long though and soon had the top up over her head and carefully folded it and placed it on the pillow next to her head as she laid back down. I didn't go immediately for the bra, instead, I kissed around it and brushed them with my hands. I didn't grab and squeeze them, just rolled my fingertips over the bra cups and sought out the bumps that would indicate the hardness of her nipples. Kelsey's face was pure pleasure, she was moaning and her body was writhing with desire. I laid down on her and reached behind her to unsnap her bra, then sat up with my ass on her thighs, pulling her bra straps off her arms and setting it neatly on top of her pajama shirt. Her breasts were so breathtaking. Just seeing them made me salivate. I wondered how few people in the world had ever had the opportunity or ever would, to witness the natural beauty that my eyes currently beheld. The perfect C cup size, they were so perfectly round and firm. They stood like twin mountains from which only the powerful could survey the surrounding valleys and folds of her body. Her areolas were so perfectly matched and round. Roughly the size of a silver dollar in size, they were a perfect light brown with a tinge of pink. And there, directly in the center of those glorious circles rested the two most perfectly shaped nipples I had ever witnessed or have from that day to this. So tempting, they begged me to suck upon them, to feel their elastic texture upon my lips and tongue. I had to restrain myself from the urge to dive into them with a furious attack of lips and tongue and teeth gnashing. I looked at Kelsey, the desperation I was sure was painted on my face and saw a mirror image of how I felt. In spite of her normal poise, she wanted my mouth on her breasts now. Her chest heaved rapidly with her over-excited breath. "Slowly." She whispered and her voice shuddered. I repositioned so I knelt between her thighs and lay down over her abdomen, my elbows resting on the bed on either side of her breasts. I took one perfect globe in each hand, holding it, supporting it, though it needed no support from me. And my tongue darted out to meet her left nipple and the reaction was explosive. Kelsey shuddered and her eyes fluttered and she moaned so sexily and loudly it sent my heart racing at an unsupportable rate. I opened my lips and my very first nipple in my mouth became the most perfect nipple I would ever have in my mouth. I was gentle but urgent, sucking upon her left nipple as my left thumb played against her right nipple. I was in heaven playing with these radiant orbs. My mouth planted more firmly, my suction became stronger and my Kelsey... she orgasmed. Right then and there. I wasn't even rubbing against her pussy, it was still completely covered in panties and skirt. And just one nipple in my mouth, and she came. She grabbed my head in her hands and held it as she cried out in sexual release. "oh sweet goddess!" She cried out. "don't you dare stop". And I didn't, but I did test the waters a bit when I pinched her right nipple and gave it a gentle twist and it kept her orgasm going through her body. She grasped my head and pulled it to her right breast and my right hand instinctively went to her left nipple and pinched and twisted as my mouth sucked and then I tried something new. I chewed her nipple gently and she screamed out as another, stronger orgasm ripped through her body. She held me against her as she shook in sexual release. I did what I could to extend the feeling for her. I sucked and chewed and pinched and twisted and licked and at last she pushed me away roughly. "Oh Jess, you must stop. Too sensitive." And she scooted up to get away from me and putting her pillow up behind her, sat against her headboard. I knelt with a wide smile on my face, panting and looking at her. "Don't be cheeky." She laughed, slapping my cheek with her foot, but not too hard. I grasped her foot and sucked her toe for just a moment, watching her face. She liked it. "I guess we are even now?" I dared to ask. "Oh, you have gotten quite full of yourself now haven't you?" Kelsey giggled. "Don't push it." "Tonight you are sleeping with me. I typically sleep flat on my back or in a fetal position on my side. Tonight it will be my back. You will curl up by my feet and sleep with your head on my belly. I want you smelling my sweet aroma all night. You earned it." I smiled at her still and went to remove her pajamas, she looked at me surprised. "I can't very well smell you if I leave it all covered up like this." I explained. She smiled. "What are you doing Jessica? And I don't mean the obvious. Are you playing me?" I gave her an intentionally hurt look. "Don't pretend you didn't feel the connection Kelsey. I saw it in your face." She lifted her hips so I could slide her pajama bottoms down her legs and off her feet. She now only wore a pair of quite wet, pink bikini panties. "Do you want them on?" I asked her, gesturing to the panties. "Yes." She answered simply, seeming lost in thought. I laid down at her feet and curled up in a fetal position myself and laid my head on her pelvis. Her scent was strong, but not at all unpleasant. I breathed in through my nose, though it wasn't required by Kelsey. "Don't lie to me Jessica or I will be absolutely furious with you and you would not like me furious I assure you. Are you being on the level right now? Or are you acting?" I exhaled heavily and Kelsey shivered. It was after all with my breath cascading over her wet, panty covered pussy. I turned my head to look at her. "It surprised me too, okay?" She smiled uncomfortably, "Okay." "Kelsey, you can't go feeling guilty on me now. Seriously, neither of us expected this, it happened. It was great. Stop trying to rationalize it away. It was real." I smiled at her and rolled my fingertip around her nipple as I said it. When I finished, I punctuated it with a kiss to her belly. "Are you golfing with me and your dad tomorrow?" She continued to look at me with a slight distress in her expression. "Yes, I think I should." She said at last. "Good. Then we should get some sleep." I smiled. "Tell me how you wish me to sleep." She smiled. "Right there, but... stop playing with my nipple." She laughed softly. "Goodnight Kelsey." I smiled. "Goodnight Jessica." 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The Not So Simple Life (RELOADED( A.N.: if between paragraphs you see it indecates a POV switch Life, something we all have for a time. For some its short, others long and difficult, and many other things. Then there is my life, A not so simple life that started to really get confusing one day in early March of 2005. My name is Cody Decker, and welcome to the story of my life. I yawned silently as I stretched my arms and jaw walking out of the jet way into the terminal at Denver international airport. I looked up above the heads of the crowd at signs that hung from the canvas roof of the airport, following them to the baggage claim. Upon reaching it I ran my hands through my shaggy dark brown hair, my left hand falling to my pocket to change the song playing on my phone to Where ever I may Roam by Metallica, while my other stayed in my hair twisting it out of boredom and habit as I waited. 'A free trip to Colorado and all have to do is catalog some animals for Dr. Chavis' I thought to myself as I waited. As I was musing on this the corners of my mouth slowly crept up into a small grin as a thought passed through my mind, but my grin faded as my two duffle bags passed in front of me. Sighing I reached down and picked them up shrugging my shoulder to fix my backpack. I waved down a cab in front of the terminal, as one pulled up and stopped he popped the trunk and I set my bags in before closing it and climbing the back and giving him the address the school had given me. Nodding he started the timer and pulled out on to the highway and started to drive out of the city. About an hour later we stopped in front of a dirt track that ran into the woods on the side of the road, the only thing giving away that there was a house around there was the mailbox on the side of the track. As I stepped out and got my bags I pulled my wallet out and handed him a $50 As he pulled away I took in the woods surrounding the drive way, taking a deep lungful of the fresh crisp Rocky Mountain air, I grabbed my two bags and started walking up the dirt road. As I walked down the right hand side of the road I took note of the fact that the left and right side had been left un-graveled, Shrugging I carried on. As I walked I felt the soft yet still firm soil beneath my boots, the only sounds that reached my ears, besides that of the crunch of the occasional stone under my boot, was the chirping of a few birds that returned early and the slowly fading sound of the occasional car going by on the highway. I started to sing along to Beer For My Horses as it came on, my mind started wandering as I looked up and over toward the nearby mountain, I could see a mass of clouds gathering on the other side of it and quickened my pace slightly realizing there was a snow storm, possibly a blizzard coming. As I rounded a corner in the track I found myself right in front of the cabin, I walked up and put my hands on the rough cut slab of wood that was the front door. Sliding my hand down to the knob I turned it pushed it open, stepping inside I sighed as I turned closed and latched the door. Kicking off my boots next to the door I set about putting my bags in the bedroom, then starting a small fire in the fireplace to get the light nip out of the air. 'well, let see the fires lit, bags are put away, and...' I thought as I wandered back into the bedroom, raising my arms behind my head I caught a whiff of what I smelled like and almost gagged, "Okay I definitely need a shower." I stepped out of the shower feeling and smelling a lot better than I did before I got in. After drying off I threw on some underwear and a pair of pajama pants and face planted on to the, surprisingly comfy, queen sized bed. Sighing softly I reached over on the nightstand and grabbed my phone, and sending the text I had typed up before jumping in the shower. Then it was to my laptop tying into the internet which I quickly flicked up to a recent news report over the growing tensions in the southeastern states. A large private military had started to amass, the leader of which had yet to be Identified. Smirking i stashed the computer and face planted into the surprisingly comfy bed, letting the blissfulness of sleep claim me I looked out over the beautiful snow covered tree tops, my Icy blue eyes flicking between the pines and birch trees that dotted the area below me. Taking a deep breath I filled my lungs with the brisk cold mountain air as a slight smile came across my face. A soft meep escaped my throat as the was a sharp tug on the leash connected to the piece of leather around my neck that served as a collar, Sighing softly my foot paws dug into the soft snow under them as I turned to look back from the edge of the mountain. I shivered slightly as a gust of cold air rustled my snow white fur, save for the bits covered by the tops and shorts I was wearing. The ashy black stripes running along my body moved slightly as a I started walking back from the edge, those stripes marking me for what I was, a tigress. "Come on you mangy cat," a gruff voice said as another tug was made on my leash, "Lets get off this mountain before that storm hits." My eyes traced along the piece of leather that connected to my collar to the other end of it, which rested in the hands of my owner, a ragged looking human who really could use a shave and bundled in two layers of clothing and a heavy jacket. Feeling another tug I just nodded submissively and started to follow him down the trail. As we walked I listened to the few birds around me chirping covering the soft whooshing of the wind through the trees in the valley below. A sudden gust of wind blew in making my owner grab his hat to keep it on his head, "damned storms blowing in fast." Then total white out, the clouds opened, dropping a heavy snowfall mixed with a fast wind. That's when my leash went slack, I gave it a tug and felt no resistance. A spark of joy flared in my heart, I was finally free from that bastard. I tried walking slowly down the trail keeping to the side closest to the mountain; I thought I was making good time until my paw hit a patch of ice. My first instinct kicked in as I tried digging my claws in, but they hand been trimmed, so they just scraped along. Feeling myself start to tip over the edge the only thing that went through my mind was, 'OH SHIT!' With that I went over the edge. It was just like one of those falling dreams, though the key difference being when I hit the bottom I didn't wake up, in fact it was just the opposite. I woke with a splitting headache, groaning I groggily I raised a hand and rested it on my head, as I tried turn myself a sharp pain jolted up my left side like a bolt of lightning. Craning my neck I saw a line of red on my side, brushing aside the fur revealed the source, a six inch long half inch deep cut. Gaining my feet wearily I said to myself, "How the hell am I still alive?" Looking back behind me where the storm still circled the mountain and the cliff about 100 feet up, I just shook my head and started walking towards where I had seen a road from up top. I knew full and well that the storm wouldn't stay there long, so I quickened my pace through the damp snow, my breath clouding out in front of me as I walked. Each step brought about small stabs of pain from under my right hand, which lay over the cut. Breaking out of the trees I came to a dirt road, at first I was delighted, but then I noticed there were no recent tracks in the road meaning this was a side road, not the main road I was hoping for. As I crossed over to the other side I glanced down and saw it, a trail of fresh boot prints. Going off the hope that the person was walking to town, I turned to follow the prints. As I continued on the smell of burning wood hit my nose, seeming to be coming from around the bend in the road. Speeding up I rounded the corner hoping to find the town, only to have my hopes dashed when I saw that I was starting at a wooden cabin. I let out a long sigh at this looking back at the mountain, seeing the storm was moving in. Sighing I adjusted my top to give me some decency, mindful of the cut on my side. I walked up to the door and rapped on it a few times.	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God Dammit... Those were his first thoughts every morning. He didn't open his eyes, nor move a muscle, only lay there with his eyes closed listening to the buzzer of his alarm continuing to disturb the peaceful air around him. Normally, he wouldn't have minded it too terribly, had he not realized that this was the first day of his senior year of high school and that it was still dark outside. The fact remained that school meant waking up before the sun rose, and this never struck him as pleasant. Nighttime is meant for sleeping, because it is easier to sleep in the dark. So why in the world would anything require someone to wake up while it was still nighttime. An optimist, he wasn't. He slowly reached over and clicked off his alarm with an extended moan. He sat up and began rubbing the sleep out his eyes. Blinking several times, he slowly rose and walked over to the window. Over the horizon, the first bits of light began creeping over the distant hills. He had always liked the sight of daybreak, just really didn't like the early waking up that was necessary to see it. The street was completely void of activity and an air of tranquility covered the scene. This was another reason he had always liked daybreak: the peacefulness. He left his window and walked over to his closet and shed his boxers, the only clothing he wore during the night. Turning over to look in his floor mirror, he looked up and down his form, studying himself. He was a fox with the typical amber fur a vulpine had with the patch of creamy-white running along the torso and down in between the legs. The only thing that set him apart from most other foxes was his eyes. His icy blue eyes shone even in the little light there was and this was something he had always admired about himself. Most other foxes had green or brown eyes, but not him. It was the only real physical feature that set him apart from other foxes. Walking out of his bedroom, he went into the hallway and into the bathroom. The rush of water broke the silence after he turned the knobs of the shower. As the temperature in the water slowly rose, the fox was over gazing into the mirror at himself. Thinking to himself he said, "It's finally senior year...heh". The tires of his old, but still nice sports car came to a stop as he pulled into a parking spot out front of his school, Fairhill High School. Stepping out of his car, he waved at a few people he recognized from the year before. They weren't exactly friends of his, more of acquaintances. But it never hurt to be friendly. He walked into the school via the main lobby and watched old friends see each other for the first time in months along with awkward underclassmen looking lost. Continuing to walk, he entered the cafeteria and approached his circle of friends' morning breakfast table. Most everyone was already there and they all turned to greet him. "Hey Jake! Finally good to see you man. How've you been?" Jake smiled at his friend Max, a wolf with dark grey fur. He had always found his comfort in wearing dark colors that matched his fur, but that was completely misrepresentative of his personality. Max had always been a positive, fun-loving, and carefree person and tended to be optimistic. Jake knew he could always talk to him if he needed cheering up because he always found the positive spin on things. He stood up to greet Jake with the typical hand slap. "Not bad at all. How's Kristina doing?" He saw Max's smiling face turn to a slight frown and his ears began to droop slightly. "Umm...yeah she's a slut. We don't talk anymore." Jake smiled a bit. "Well who didn't see that one coming? We all warned you, man. That girl is good for nothing except spreading diseases." Max began making his way back to his seat. "Yeah, well, I guess I thought I could change her. I don't know." A vixen sitting across from Max's seat with similar colorings as Jake began to burst into laughter. "You know that's bullshit. You just thought she was hot and wanted to bang her." She continued to laugh as Max's grimace returned. "Oh, come on Tori! If you had a cock, you'd want to bone her too!" Tori continued to laugh as Max sat down and stewed around his now soggy cereal. Tori had always been the one to poke fun at others misfortunes, but she knew where to cut off. She had tended to be a little more wild than the rest of the group and was usually always laughing at something or another. Some described her as 'just a little bit punk rock,' but it only fed into her outgoing nature. She typically wore a wornut t-shirt with wornut jeans to match. Max and she had always tended to get along well by poking fun at one another, which was no different than today. Jake chuckled softly at his friends' typical antics. He moved around to the other side of the table and sat down next to Tori and across from Adam, a rabbit with milky white fur. Adam was the most laid back person in the circle. He had a level head on his shoulders and never shunned responsibility, but it didn't mean he didn't like to have fun. The rabbit was the only one who was even able to hold a job before either being fired or becoming so fed up to the point of quitting. No one had ever seen him angry before and it was rare to see him even frustrated. He was just chill, and that was all there was to it. His choice of clothing was purely casual. He always wore things he felt were comfortable. Visually, his style was a bit preppy; usually wearing faded jeans and t-shirts, but not too over the top. "So how was your summer? You spent so much time in that damn grocery store that we barely saw you," Jake said to the rabbit. "Yeah I know. I worked like all the time before I finally quit." A smile came to his face as he said those last words. "Hey it's about time you got out of that shit hole grocery store. I can't believe you put up with all their crap for so long." Adam shrugged. "Yeah, well, I needed the money. But now that my car's paid off and I worked enough to stockpile some cash to go out for the rest of this year, I just didn't see the need to stay anymore." Jake's eyes slowly widened. "For the rest of the year? Jesus, how much did you work?" Adam took a sip of his orange juice. "No more than usual summer hours, I guess. But I was making a lot more because our stocking manager had to get surgery. So I was the department manager all summer which rakes in a lot more cash." Jake smiled. "Well you lucked out big time didn't you?" Adam nodded as he sipped more orange juice. Jake turned around to Max and Tori who were talking about this, that, and the other thing. "Have any of you seen Becca yet?" Max and Tori looked at each other before shaking their heads. "No we haven't," said Max. Adam pulled out his cell phone and began flipping through the contacts. "Hang on. I'll call her." He put the phone up to his ear and after a while his eyes got a bit wider and he began to smirk. "Are you serious? Today's the first day of school." On the other end of the line everyone at the table could hear, "Are you joking?! Shit! Shit! Shit!" before she hung up. Everyone burst out in laughter, all knowing that this was par for the course with Becca. Just then, the bell rang to signal that homeroom started in 5 minutes. The laughter finally beginning to die, they rose from the table and make their way out of the cafeteria to their respective homerooms. Jake was sitting in his homeroom and looking over his schedule that he had just received when in rushed a panting collie. She had white fur towards her upper body with mixed brown and black fur along her head and lower body, which was matted in various places. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed before she came here. It was definitely Becca. She had never really been a fan of punctuality as only further demonstrated here. She would show up late to school almost daily had it not been for her friends' prompting. Her friends knew she would always be late to wherever they were at Friday night. Not only because of her consistent tardiness, but because she had detention almost every Friday due to the same tardiness. They developed a habit of telling her that they were meeting at 6:00 when they were really meeting at 6:30 because she would end up showing up at 6:30 anyway. Her style was a bit like a nature girl. She always took pleasure in the simple things in life and was the one in the group who would stop to smell the roses. She typically wore a tank top with faded jeans. She always took pride in her hygiene and appearance. The only problem is that sometimes her excessive lateness inhibits that, such as it did this morning. After explaining to their new homeroom teacher why she was late, something the older wolfess was bound to become accustomed to, she took her seat next to Jake. "Only 15 minutes today. Not bad," said Jake. Becca rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up." She looked over her schedule that was just handed to her by the teacher. "What's your schedule look like this year? Did you get the classes you wanted?" asked the fox. "Yeah pretty much. Honors Physics and Calculus, AP English and Psychology and the rest are normal. What about you?" "Pretty much the same. The upped me into AP Calc though." Becca looked up from her paper with a sideways glance. "And that surprised you? After your grade in Pre-Calc last year?" Jake blushed a little and smiled. "Yeah I guess you're right. I don't know though. You know that class is full of uber-nerds. I might just lose it having to spend time with them every day." Becca laughed, "Yeah well that's the price of being a math geek." The two of them had always been in higher classes along with Adam. They shared several classes over the years and became better friends because of it. Max and Tori were in more average classes. They weren't exceptionally smart but they were by no means stupid either. The five of them all met when they found themselves in the same gym class freshman year. The rest was history. "So how's the crew?" asked Becca. That was what they called themselves. "I've barely seen Adam since last school year." "Yeah but he just quit. So now he's gonna be able to go out with us some more." Becca smiled, "Hey well that's good. How's Max doing with whatserface?" "Oh, you mean skankity slut-slut? Yeah they're done." Becca laughed, "Who didn't see that one coming?" "Yeah, that's what I said," Jake said through laughing. Just then the bell rang and they walked off to their first class of the year. The bell to signal the end of the day rang and the rush started. Everyone who had a car that day was sprinting towards the parking lot. The after-school traffic at Fairhill High was legendary. Most stored some form of water in their car for fear of dying of thirst. It was even rumored that one year a kid had a psychotic breakdown in his car because he couldn't take waiting so long. It was all thanks to a one-lane driveway with a ruthless traffic light at the end. It was truly one of the most dreaded things about the high school. 35 minutes after the chaos started, Jake finally made the turn out of the driveway. He waved goodbye to Tori who happened to be behind him on the way out of the driveway. He watched as her highly modified tuner car turned the opposite direction. And then he heard the tires screech as the back fishtailed out from her excessive speed. He shook his head. That girl is completely crazy, he thought. He drove down the highway towards his house. The trees and stores whizzed by as Jake drove through the main area of Fairhill. The town was bustling with activity and he had always loved to people watch. So his drive home was always enjoyable. He turned off of the main road on to a side street that led closer to his neighborhood. He wove along the turns in between the trees that made up the more rural parts of Fairhill. It was by no means a farming town. Just the neighborhoods were more spaced apart than was normal. Jake was making his way closer to his house, no different than any other day. Just then, his car started slowing down. He pushed on the gas pedal, but nothing happened. The car just kept slowing down no matter how hard he mashed the pedal. He gave a confused look to the dash as the speedometer kept getting closer to 0. Giving up hope that the problem would rectify itself, he pushed on the brake and pulled over off of the road. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to call one of his parents. However, he looked at the screen to realize it was blank. The battery was dead. He bent his head back with his eyes closed and let out a sigh. He weighed his options. The first was to get out and walk. He was about 3 miles away from his house and it was a nice day. But he was out on the side streets and not many people drive out as far as he did. He would probably end up walking the whole way. The second was to sit and wait for someone to stop and give him a ride. Even though not many cars go by on this road, his mom and dad both did. They were off of work in about an hour and a half and would surely recognize his car. Plus everything still worked in his car except for the engine, so he could at least listen to the radio. He decided to just sit and wait. The clock showed that he had been sitting there for almost an hour. He was getting increasingly bored as the minutes went by, even with the radio on. Only 3 cars had gone by in that hour and none of them had stopped to help. He went back to the radio tuner to try and find something that would pass the time faster. He looked up just in time to see a fourth car coming around the corner in his rear view mirror. His heart sank after he realized it wasn't either of his parents. As the car grew closer, he recognized the silver metallic shimmer of the Fairhill High parking pass hanging from the rear-view mirror. His hopes rose, but then sank again after seeing the face of the driver and failing to recognize it. The car went past and when he expected it to keep going, the brake lights came on and the car pulled off of the road. He opened the door and stepped outside to greet the driver. He started walking towards the car that stopped for him when he saw the door open. The world suddenly went into slow motion as he watched single leg step outside the door. Followed by it was one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen. A cat with soft white fur with a pinkish tinge stepped out of the car. She had white fur around her muzzle and a black nose with whiskers to match. But the thing that stood out to him about her face was the radiant emerald-colored eyes that stared directly at him. They were so bright that they almost seemed to be windows directly into her soul. He looked slowly down her hourglass figure. Her button down oxford showed off a small portion of her cleavage. He watched as her jean-covered hips swayed back and forth as she walked and he became slowly entranced by them. "Helloooooo." Jake snapped out of his trance and blinked several times. "Oh! umm...uhh...sorry." The cat put down the hand that she was waving at him to try and get him to snap out of it. She gave him an 'are you kidding?' look and chuckled softly to herself. "So what exactly are you doing out here?" she said as she folded her arms across her chest. "Uh...well my car just...kind of...stopped." "Yeah I can see that." An awkward silence fell. Jake shuffled and put his hands in his pockets. The cat noticed his nervousness and smiled. "So you live around here?" Jake looked up at her from his feet. "Umm...yeah I do. Amberwood." She smiled. "Oh cool, I live in Shelby Farms. You know where that is right?" she asked smartly. "Yeah yeah I know where it is. It's like half a mile down the road from me." "Mmhmm." She nodded. Another awkward silence fell before the feline outstretched her hand. "I'm Monica." Jake looked at her hand for a short while before taking a hand out of his pocket to meet hers. "I-I'm Jake." He softly smiled and she smugly smiled in return. "Get in." She turned around and walked back to her car. Jake stared at her backside and began to fall into a trance again. When he realized what he was doing, he shook his head to snap himself out of it and then followed her to the car. After they had pulled away from the side of the road, Monica said, "So I saw your parking pass. You go to Fairhill too?" "Yeah," Jake said in return, his nerves finally calming. He had a bad tendency to get extremely nervous whenever he started talking to a girl he found attractive. Silence befell on both of them once again. Monica slowly looked to her side at him and took a decent look. She chuckled softly. "You're cute." He turned his head sharply in shock at the blunt statement. She smugly smiled at him before turning her eyes back to the road. Jake looked back towards the road too but his eyes were almost as wide as dinner plates. Did she really just say that? he thought to himself. The shock still hadn't washed over him. He found this girl extremely attractive. And she actually shared the same feeling towards him? Thoughts kept rushing through his head about the situation. It was so shocking to him that he didn't notice the silence. Nor did he notice the fact that he hadn't responded. She interpreted his silence beautifully. He was ungodly nervous and she knew it. Where some girls may find timidity a turnff, Monica thrived on it. She loved being the one in control and playing with her boys in the palm of her hand. While some boys may find that a turnff, a tad satanic even, she found that the timid guys were usually the ones to find it attractive. The fact that the girl is in control means they don't have to be. They kept going down the road for some time in a slightly awkward silence while Jake continued to collect himself. He had never seen a girl be this forthcoming, especially towards him. It was a shock to his entire system. He was so in shock that he didn't notice when Monica turned off the secondary road onto an even more secluded side street. The incline increased as the road winded up a hill which was well known in the surrounding neighborhoods. It wasn't until they were halfway up the hill that Jake had noticed that they weren't on the main road anymore. Once he recognized the environment, he turned to Monica in confusion. "Why are you going up this way? Neither one of us lives up here." "I know," she said in return. Then she looked at Jake out of the corner of her eye with another one of her smug glances. That's when it hit Jake as to what she was up to. They were on the way up to Beech's Lookout, named after the high school kid who discovered the spot some many years earlier. It was the highest point in Fairhill and the view was spectacular. But that wasn't the reason Monica wanted to go there. The spot was also notorious as a place for kids at the high school to release some of their raging hormones. But usually, none of this happened until after dark. After all, they were still in high school and rumors circulated faster than a flea's blood. At night, you could only see the cars, but not the people in them. He was amazed at Monica's boldness to go to the lookout in broad daylight. But he was even more amazed that she was on her way up there with a guy she met no more than fifteen minutes ago. The nerves began to return. She reached the top of the hill and pulled up to the wooden guardrail that blocked the dirt path from the tumbling hillside below. "It's beautiful isn't it," said Monica, watching the sun beginning to make its decent on the distant horizon. "Y-yeah it is," Jake managed to force out. He didn't want another awkward silence. But his nerves were getting the best of him. Monica slowly turned and looked at him. "Do you know why I brought you up here?" Jake's mind rushed. As much as he would love to hook up with her, rushing into something like that with someone he just met raised some alarms in his head. Unable to think of a proper response he said, "Uhh...to l-look at the view?' Monica looked at him with half-lidded eyes, almost amazed that he actually said that. "No, you weirdo." She unbuckled her seatbelt and slowly rose out of her seat. She inched over to Jake, her face getting closer to his. "I took you up here to...get to know you a little better." Jake looked into her eyes, which carried an expression of heavy seduction. He was frozen solid, his nerves rendering him unable to say or do anything. His eyes grew gradually wider as she inched closer. Eventually, the gap closed, and her lips connected with his. Monica reached up and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into the kiss. Jake couldn't believe what was happening. He had just met this absolutely gorgeous girl about 20 minutes ago, and now he was making out with her in her car. He was completely dumbfounded. As she pulled away, she looked at him and smiled. "You're still nervous aren't ya?" Jake didn't have much of a response, but Monica already knew the answer to that question. She started chuckling. "Well maybe this will loosen you up a little bit." And with that, she lowered her head towards Jake's crotch. She reached out a hand and slowly dragged it along his jeans in between his legs. She could feel that he was already half way erect. She continued rubbing and felt as his cock continued to grow. She looked up at him, still rubbing. "You like that?' she asked him in an extremely seductive tone. All Jake was able to muster was a slow nod. She chuckled again. "Well then you'll definitely like this." She stopped rubbing and moved both of her hands up to the button of his jeans. She slowly undid it and pulled the zipper down. She felt around inside the fly of his boxers and found his firm cock. Pulling it out of his pants, she leaned down even further and let her hot breath escape onto his sensitive skin while she continued to stroke. The heat from her breath make Jake squirm with pleasure. He grew even more aroused as the sensitive flesh of his cock was being tended to by one of the best looking girls he has ever seen. A voice in the back of his head was screaming that this should not be happening, but his raw emotion drowned it out. Monica reached her other hand into Jake's boxers and pulled out his fuzzy balls, rubbing them in her hand with her thumb. Jake let out a gelid moan as the new sensation only heightened his pleasure. She rolled his balls around in her hand while she continued to pump his shaft. Monica suddenly stopped stroking his cock and his balls. When he looked at her wondering why, she gripped his cock in one hand, opened her mouth and ran her warm feline tongue along the entire length of his shaft. The slow and prolonged lick made Jake moan even louder than before. His erection grew even firmer with the new sensation, and Monica could tell that he loved it. After several licks up and down his shaft, Monica opened her mouth and positioned the head of his cock towards her open mouth. Jake gasped as her lips slowly encircled his shaft and he watched as his cock slowly disappeared into her mouth, inch by inch. Jake's entire body began to surge with pleasure at this new sensation. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he almost wondered how he lived without it. The alarm bells kept going off in his head that he should not be doing this with someone he just met, but the heat in his loins adequately overruled those notions. Monica's head bobbed up and down the length of his cock. She was fairly experienced at this and new what guys liked. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft and snaked it around the head of his cock when she reached the tip. Every time she gave attention to his cock head, Jake breathed a little heavier and gave a small spurt of pre-cum onto her awaiting tongue. She had grown to appreciate the taste of male fluids. Jake was drawing nearer to his climax. Monica reached out a hand and began to massage his balls again, adding to his pleasure. He was loving every second of it. Jake's fingers clawed into the sides of his seat and his toes clenched tighter and tighter inside of his shoes. His cock was completely engulfed by the velvet trap of Monica's maw and he couldn't escape even if he wanted to. Monica began to purr around his shaft and the vibrations drove Jake's mind even madder. The gentle ministrations of the feline's tongue combined with the new vibrations but Jake in a world of sexual bliss. He began to gently hump into Monica's mouth while she continued her suction. His hips gyrated within the car seat as she bobbed her head even further up and down to match. The feline reached up the hand that was not on is balls and began to massage the bottom portion of his shaft not in her mouth. The sensations were enveloping Jake's entire groin and the heat around growing more and more. Panting heavily, Jake could feel his orgasm drawing close and his body ached for release. The overwhelming pleasure continued to grow and grow until it became too much to handle. His balls drew close to his body and his seed began shooting out into Monica's awaiting and eager mouth. She stroked and massaged his balls as his release continued. The thick vulpine semen flowed down Monica's throat as she continued to milk Jake's cock for everything it was worth. Jake had never climaxed so hard in his life. He felt like it would never stop as his seed just kept flowing out of his cock. The hand giving attention to his balls brought his orgasm to a new height. The flow finally began to taper off as his orgasm faded. The afterglow set in and Jake's mind was in a complete daze. Once Monica recognized that his climax had come to an end, she slipped Jake's limp cock out of her mouth and back into his boxers. She sat up in her seat and looked at him. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. He was still panting, but there was a smile on his face as he did it. She smiled to herself and realized trying to talk to him would be a moot point. She could tell he was a newcomer to this sort of thing, and his mind would be so dulled that conversation would be almost impossible. She buckled her seatbelt and put the car into drive. Taking one last look back at the setting sun, she realized that her parents would be home soon and backed away from the guardrail. Monica's car came to a stop in front of Jake's house. Finally having come out of his daze, he managed to put his pants back together and collect his thoughts. He looked over the feline driver with a subtle smile. "Well, thanks for the ride. And the uhh..." Monica chuckled, "Don't mention it. Well, I hope to see you again some time. You're pretty cool." Jake smiled a little wider. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you. And maybe we can even be...well...more than friends." Monica smiled in return. "I think I'd like that." Jake's smile grew again. He caught himself staring awkwardly again and said, "Well I need to get going. If my parents see me sitting here with you they may get a little weirded out." "Alright. I'll see you later," Monica smiled. "Later." Jake smiled at her one last time before exiting the car. He walked up the driveway towards his house as he heard the car reversing out of the driveway. Turning around for a last time, he watched the car that originally rescued him accelerating down the road. The previous hour just ran through his mind again and he tried to interpret it, failing to do so the first time he tried. He began to think that this could be the beginning of something to really remember. If this was the way it started, it was going to be one hell of a school year. So this is my first story here. ANY criticism or comments are criticism is appreciated and requested. I'm all about making my writing better and any input helps. I want to continue this into a longer series. But if the feedback is too negative, I may just start from scratch. I have plenty of ideas for this to go so I hope you guys like it. 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Text: My friend was a curios one, her name was Sarah; she was always up to something. But this time it seemed like she was overly excited about something new. She was standing in front of me with a light brown dress, it was almost transparent, and it reached above her knees and was revealing some of her firm thighs. You could see she was wearing a black bra, but you couldn't see her panties through it. She was wearing a thing belt around her flat stomach for a more visible waistline. My friend wasn't the most busty girl in town, but she had boobs, I would guess she was about 36-D although no cleave today. Her hair is long dark brown and curly, her lips were wearing red lipstick and she have big brown eyes which could attract any and make him obey her will.. She was probably one of the hottest girls in the neighbourhood or maybe in town. Anyway, enough of that, the important thing was she was jumping up and down in front of me, you could see her dress blew in the wind as she was jumping up and down, while her boobs were bouncing along with her. "To bad I was in the *friend zone eyh?" Again, enough of that. I asked her what she was on about. And she giggled and leaned forward towards me, I could clearly see her bust now, as her dress opened at top, due to her weight of her breast and gravity of course (Silly me). She said, "I have a huuuge surprise for you" and giggled some more. I answered, "Am I going to see you naked today?" with a silly tone in my voice. She just laughed at me saying; first you need to come with me. I just answered her "alright, alright I'm coming with you" as she took my hand and dragged me along with her. We arrived at a amusement park, I thought to myself, I never seen that around before, and its huge! She jumped excited up and down again saying "here we are!" I just nodded slightly to her and said "Is this the surprise? A new amusement park? How did it get here anyway, I can't remember seeing it before?" She just shake her and said "Yes, yes, and never mind that silly" as she giggled and pulled my hand. We came up to the entrance and she asked for two tickets, the seller wished us a good day and told us to enjoy the parl. When I came in I tried to look around, and there was tons of people here. I thought to myself that I can't believe I never heard about this place, but kept thinking, never mind that, I'm going to have fun. I kept looking around, but I couldn't find any attraction except a roller-coaster, a few different houses which you couldn't look into, and loads of booths with sales men screaming something. I couldn't make sense of what they were saying, due to the distance. Sarah pulled my hand again, "common silly, let's have fun!" We walked a minute or so before we met a women looking at us as she smiled. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and just bikini panties and walked bear footed. She was well fit and had quite big breasts, a little bigger the Sarah's breast I think. Her hair was blonde and pretty much straight down, although she was wearing it well. She reached her hand out and greeted us. I could see on her left breast it said "STAFF". I greeted kindly back to her and smiled, and so did Sarah. The lady said her name was Camilla, I thought that was a usual name, but didn't make any comment on it. She looked at me and giggled. I just thought to myself "now what?" She reached her hand out with a bikini in it, it was white and probably fit Sarah quite well, but instead of giving it to Sarah, she was giving it to me instead. I grabbed it and looked at her as a question mark. "W-w-wait. Why are you giving me this?" She just giggled and said," You might need it soon." I screamed out to her, "I'm not putting on a bikini!" She just giggled some more, and said "I'm sure you will." Sarah just looked back at me and pulled her hand around me, "just keep it for now. It's okay" She said. As it was Sarah, I thought to myself, guess it couldn't hurt carrying it for a while. I suddenly got stung by something. "Ouch!" that hurt. Sarah looked at me and asked if I was okay. I just smiled and said "sure, it was just a bug bite." Sarah smiled back and said glad you're okay. She pulled my hand again as I was to follow her, but I had to let go as the bug bite was scratching on my arm. It looked a bit swollen I thought to myself. Suddenly I felt tingly all over my body and I panicked. "Sarah, I feel weird, I think I might have been allergic to that bug!" The tingling kept increasing. Sarah just stood back looking at me as she said "I'm sure you'll be fine, you are just worried" and smiled. I looked down and felt something weird beneath my t-shirt. I looked down and my nipples were all hard. Suddenly I felt my crotch get all warm as well. I looked back at Sarah. "Are you sure? I asked her. Again she just looked at me "I'm sure you'll be fine, don't worry." She said as she was certain, almost to certain. I felt something was changing about my short blonde hair; I quickly grabbed my head and felt my hair grow longer in my hands. "What the..? I yelled in slightly panic. I could feel something kept pressuring my t-shirt outward at the same time, so I moved my hands back down and felt like I had gotten small boobs. My heart skipped a beat. I could feel them growing in my hands. My crotch still felt warm, but didn't think much in to it, as much was happening on the same time. Sarah just looked at me and said "Don't worry, you'll be fine." I snapped back at her and tried to say, "No!" But as I was opening my mouth, my voice felt different. I chuckled again, and tried to make it darker, but it was impossible. "No! I won't!" I grabbed my mouth as a I quickly realised I sounded like a girl. Sarah was still looking at me and started to laugh. I felt a heat wave hit me as I tried to get hold on everything that happened. I stumbled a little and tried to keep on my feet when I realised my pants wasn't fitting as they should anymore. I reached down and felt my arse feeling a lot rounder then it had a few minutes ago. Sarah was still laughing at me, as she couldn't stop. I took one hand and grabbed my pants to keep it up and used the other one to try forcing back in a my new developed breast which was still growing and was about the size of Sarah's breasts back in again. I could feel my hair was getting pretty long now and said to Sarah "help me!" My voice sounded like a woman's voice now, sexy and soft if I could say it myself. The tingling stopped. Sarah looked at me as she was crying of laugher and had a hard time keeping on her feet. "You.. haha.. You.. You better go inside and change to that bikini." and pointed towards a wardrobe. I felt like my head was going to explode from the embarrassment. But I slowly walked to the wardrobe and decided I would change. I quickly realised once I started to take of my clothes I was truly a girl now. Wonder if I ever will change back again I thought as I grumbled. When I came back out Sarah was stilling laughing, "I can't stop laughing" she said. I giggled back and cool feel my boobs bouncing. "haha, that's for laughing at me." She grabbed her own boobs, and I noticed they had gotten a little bigger. Just a inch or so. But they did seems a little firmer. She said "do my breasts look bigger" as she squeezed them. "they sure look so" I said is grabbed them. She kept laughing and kept trying to say "I can't stop laughing... I can't stop laughing!" Her breast seemed to grow bigger in front of eyes, as they were blowing up. They had grown about two sizes by now. And I you could clearly see her light brown dress getting pulled upward revealing more and more of her thighs. Sarah grabbed the end of her dress trying to pull it down again. Suddenly her breast seems to float up towards her face. She grabbed them again and pulled down down. They had grown to two football sizes now (yes proper football, not the American one), they kept getting bigger and bigger and I could see her panties, they were white and was fitting quite well around her arse. You could see she had to force them harder down by putting more weight on them as they got bigger and bigger. A few second later they were like two huge balloons, and she was her toes moaning, she had stop laughing now. Sarah's breasts stopped growing now. She said, I can't get down on my heels again. And giggled and tried to walk, but was just scratching the ground. She laughed of her state, but stopped quickly and said, "oh no.. ahh see you later!" her feet wasn't touching the ground anymore and she started to float. She quickly explains she was coming down again about 30 minutes or so, and she would find me then if I wasn't in the same situation. I looked up to her and said "uuhh. Okay." A bit unsure of what's going to happen next. Over her I could see some sort of netting about a 100 meters up in the air (YES, meters, I'm Scandinavian). I thought to myself she'll be okay, she's been here before it seems. I could see Sarah float higher and higher as her boobs got bigger and bigger, she could no longer hold her arms around them anymore, even though she tried. I screamed back to her. "See you soon!" I decided to look around, was approaching the booths, a sales man screamed. Buy helium guns here!" I walked towards him and asked him what that was for. He looked back at me and asked if I was new here? I replied "yes" carefully as I was a bit unsure if that was a good idea considering what happened last time someone figured out. The shop keeper quickly replied. "Ahh. Let me explain, if you shoot someone with this, they will get slightly inflated with helium. You would have to use like 10 shots to fully inflate someone and make them float away." I looked back on the man and asked "wont it hurt to be shot?" The man looked back on me and picked up a gun. He said "no, you will only feel a pinch in the area where you get shot." He picked up his gun and aimed at me, "wait! No!" I said before I could feel a pinch in my arm. "ouch." I managed to say, but it wasn't really that bad, just like a small little hitting you and stops hurting after a second or so. The man looked at with a smile and I took a step backwards. It felt like air was rushing though my body. I felt my bikini panties and thighs get a bit firmer and tighter, not touching each other, but a little tighter if I could put it that way. My breast started swelling a little too. They grew a couple of centimetres (still Scandinavian) They still fit my bikini, but looked like I had a bit bigger bust. The air flow stopped in a instant and I stopped getting bigger. The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Now?" I just replied. "I look even hotter now! And I was a bit excited about my new body. The shopkeeper said that it's a bit expensive gun, so you might want to try being here without one first and look around. I said "thank you" and kept walking. I approached a fountain. I could see tree ladies standing in circle around a fourth lady. The fourth lady hand long curly blonde hair, she was well fit and had quite a big bust. She was wearing a white tight tank top with a blue bra underneath and some skin tight jeans shorts. She was suddenly breaking out of the ring saying "Stop it! Stop!" while she was slightly giggling with a sort of worried look on her face. One of the ladies had gun in her hand which looked pretty much like the shop keepers gun. I could see the lady who just broke out of the ring grabbing her breast and giggled. The girl with the gun aimed at her and giggled a little, he pressed to trigger and she hit the girl holding her breast on her arse. There as a little "ouch" coming from here, but nothing more. I could see her breast grew a little bigger again, and her shorts getting tighter a long with her thighs which seemed to star pushing against each other. Her breast looked like she's a porno star or something. Again she went "stop it" and giggled as she tried to walk a little. Again the girl took aim and fired. The girl being shot on didn't say anything now. Her breasts stared to float up towards her face, but she gently forced them back down by holding them. Her belly seemed to swell a little outwards, not much, but gently. She was shot 4 more times rapidly. I could see her body swelling more rapidly again now. She still holding her breast, but had to put more weight on them. She had to adjust her stance as her belly started to bloat much faster outwards and she started moaning. Like if she was enjoying it. She was more and more forced to kneel down to the size of her growing belly. Finally she knelt down properly and moaned "enough now" and giggled some more. Again the girl took aim and shot her 3 more times rapidly. The girls belly started to inflate again along with her breast. Little by little her breasts and belly started to make her more and more spherical absorbing her arms and legs. She started to float in the air as she got more and more spherical. She giggled and said "Unfair! Suppose I see you in 30 minutes! Byeee!" The three girls left the area as they smiled to each other and giggled. Suddenly someone grabbed my breasts from behind saying "Gotcha" with a girls voice. 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Dark Nativity John and Marsha were hoping for a baby, but instead they got a Velociraptor. At their prenatal sonogram, Dr. Janus examined repeated images, only to determine that there was no mistake. "I'm afraid I have bad news," the physician advised the expectant couple. "Your child is grossly abnormal. I would strongly advise that you terminate the pregnancy!" Marsha shook her head in disbelief. "What exactly are you saying, Doctor?- -Is the child deformed? Is there a genetic abnormality?" "No," replied Dr. Janus. "Your child is perfectly healthy. It is also not human." "Not human? What do you mean, Doctor?," asked John, struggling to understand. "Have you ever heard it said that ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny?," asked Dr. Janus. "No, I suppose not...well, the development of the individual parallels the evolution of the species prenatally. At one point in its development, even a human embryo has what would become in another species gill slits. Well, for reasons unknown, your unborn child has failed to develop past a reptilian stage.You must abort it!" Marsha shook her head firmly in the negative. "Every child is a gift from God, Doctor...and I intend to carry this pregnancy to full term!" "But my good woman!," interjected Dr. Janus, "This 'child' is of a different species entirely! It is not even remotely human!" "Doctor, you heard what my wife said," advised John. "We're having this baby!" "You are within your rights," said Dr. Janus, "but Marsha may not survive her pregnancy, and the product of the pregnancy will be completely unpredictable!Don't say that you haven't been advised of this!" The couple stood their ground, and some months later found themselves in the delivery room where following a long and torturous labor Marsha gave birth to something inhuman. The infant Velociraptor practically erupted from its human mother, drawing gasps from the attending physician Dr. Janus and nurses. Pausing only momentarily, the small but fully functional creature sprang to the face of Dr. Janus, swiftly removing his nose with its hooked talons and needle-like teeth. The bloodied Velociraptor then leaped to the floor, issuing a high-pitched cry and making good its exit when an additional nurse entered the delivery room. Dr. Janus sputtered through the blood of his ruined face as he struggled to speak. "So this is your 'gift from God,' eh?," he gasped. "Pray to God that He takes it back!" The physician collapsed to the floor as the Velociraptor worked its way through rooms and corridors of the great metropolitan hospital, administering toxic care to everyone that it met. Then it abruptly stopped to sniff at the air, moving with agitation and excitement in another direction. Not far away, you see, another unusual birth had occurred. Mary had a little lamb, and the raptor sensed tasty prey...	Dark Nativity... by firefox_b	[ "M/F", "Reptilian", "Reverse evolution", "carnivore" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 4, "longest_sentence": 52, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 31, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence" ], "score": 6 }	6	false
Leafblade By: Isaac Coyote Chapter 2: Liandra of Another World King Alshaer made his way towards the front of the manor without hesitation, with a look of contentment on his face. He was an older wolf, nearing his forties in age. His fur was travel-worn and dusty, but the silvers of his fur still shone as though the sun itself hid beneath his hide. He was rather fit, and looked a good five years younger than his proper age. His clothing was simple enough for traveling, a brown traveling tunic and a pair of blue breeches, but still had an air of nobility to the style. His blue eyes held a commanding and intimidating presence to them, which was only enhanced by his perfect posture. Strapped on his back was a short sword, with the hilt sticking just over his right shoulder. Liandra, Princess of the Alshaer Kingdom, followed behind him. While her features expressed a large amount of relief, she did not share the same contentment of her father. Liandra was an extremely beautiful wolf, with snow white fur and passionate blue eyes. Her eyes also had a constant distant look, as if Liandra wasn't quite there all the time. Her dress was a faded lavender, designed specifically for travel. It was not too loose around her legs, in order to prevent it from getting caught, yet at the same time not so tight that walking was a task on its own. The sleeves started just below her shoulders and extended just past her elbows. Tarin was trying to puzzle out in his mind why the King and Princess were walking up to the manor instead of by their usual carriage. He still hadn't figured it out when Lady Aunair nudged Tarin forward, silently reminding that he needed to move. He fell in behind Princess Liandra, just to her left, by the time she reached the front steps. King Alshaer barely acknowledged Tarin when he fell in place, but Liandra gave him a forced, but friendly, smile. Tarin returned the smile politely, but he did not feel it. If she was acknowledging him now, then something was wrong. She typically pretended not to see Tarin until she needed him, or was instructing him. It seemed she once heard her father say that a good servant should not be seen unless it's needed, and she misunderstood his meaning. Lord Aunair moved to greet King Alshaer and Princess Liandra halfway up the stairs. As a measure of formality, Lord Aunair bowed to the King. Lady Aunair wasn't far behind, curtseying to the King. King Alshaer motioned with one paw for them to stand, and they returned completely to their feet. "It is an honor that you grace us with your presence, your Majesty." Lord Aunair replies grandiosely. King Alshaer places a paw over his eyes, letting a small sigh escape from his muzzle. "Can we skip the formalities, old friend? Just this once?" He let his paw fall and met Lord Aunair's gaze. "My daughter and I have had a long trip. If at all possible, could a bath be prepared for us?" "Right away, your Majesty." Lord Aunair replied before turning and giving two quick orders to the servants at the door. They quickly ran into the manor, not even giving a "yes milord" in a reply. Lord Aunair paid no notice to this slip. "Your baths will be ready immediately." He eyed Princess Liandra a moment, and then glanced to Tarin. Tarin shuddered, not sure what to expect from that look. "Would her Highness perhaps prefer another servant to aid you, even if just for your bath?" Liandra gave Lord Aunair a confused look. "Whatever for, my Lord?" King Alshaer patted Liandra on the back. "It is alright, daughter. If you do not mind, I would wish to steal away your loaned body for the sake of my bath." He looked to Tarin, then back to Liandra. "This is, of course, if you would be so kind as to allow it." Liandra gave Tarin a quick, uncertain, look before nodding. "If you wish, father." She turned and spoke to Tarin this time. "Toroy, you are to remain with my father for the duration of his bath, and when he dismisses you, find me immediately. Do not delay." Tarin nodded, bowing his head. "Yes, your Highness." Tarin was growing more and more confused. Both the princess and the King had now specifically requested him, for whatever reason they had. Tarin desperately wanted to know why he had the royal family's attention today, but a good part of him also dreaded finding out. He moved to the King and bowed. "I am at your Majesty's command." Tarin did not look up from his bow, so he could not see King Alshaer's immediate reaction, but there was the sound of amusement in his voice when he spoke. "If you would be so kind as to lead me to my bath, young Tarin." "Yes, your Majesty." Tarin replied, straightening from his bow and starting to move towards the manor. "If you would follow me." Tarin almost dared a glance at Rayac as he passed, but he didn't think he could do so unnoticed. He thought he saw a smile on his friend's face, but out of the corner of his eye, it could've been anything. Tarin led the King to the guest bath in silence. The King, however, did not remain silent during the entire walk. His Majesty felt it necessary to inform Tarin of the road conditions between Alshaer and the Aunair Manor. Tarin politely listened, just enough to reproduce the important parts if he needed to, but the condition of travel didn't seem that interesting to him. Upon arriving at the bath, Tarin held the door open and followed the King inside. The bath was ready, steam rising from the hot water in the tub in the middle of the room. "If your Majesty does not object," Tarin offered, "I may assist you as you need." "Oh, but I do object." King Alshaer replied kindly. "The bath is one of the few luxuries I get to enjoy doing for myself. I do appreciate your offer, young one. Thank you." Tarin was getting frustrated at the day. Every time he was just getting his mind straight, something would confuse him again. The King wanted him to accompany him to the bath, but he did not want help. "Then what purpose do I have, your Majesty?" As soon as the words were out, Tarin realized how bad they came off, so he hurriedly added. "I find I can assist better by knowing my tasks prior to needing be done, as it also aids your Majesty's enjoyment of the bath." "I simply request your company and your conversation." King Alshaer replied. "Stand or sit where you feel comfortable and converse with me. It would be good to have a new opinion on a few things." Tarin needed to sit right then. He would have just sat on the floor, except it would not have gone over well. He found the nearest chair and half-fell into it. He managed to choke back a small yip as he sat on his tail wrong. In their ten years of visiting, King Alshaer hadn't said as many words to him ever. Now he wanted to have a conversation with him. "My opinion means nothing, your Majesty." Tarin half whispered. "Nonsense." King Alshaer replied, patting Tarin on the shoulder. "I don't expect you to understand, yet. You're too young. Rayac wouldn't understand either." He added, clearly trying to make Tarin feel better despite being told something was beyond him. "When you're older, you will understand." With that, his Majesty began to remove his clothing. Tarin watched the king undress with a sort of withdrawn appeal. His Majesty was not a young wolf, but he was still in good form. His muscles were visible around the thick parts of his arms and legs, despite the fur covering them. Even though most of it was dirty and somewhat caked, his fur was a beautiful shade of silver that resonated light even with a lack of a natural source to aid it. His tail was perfectly groomed, and had a very small amount of dust and dirt on it. The fur did not lie down neatly, but even that appeared intentional. His Majesty's buttocks was firm, matching the perfection of the rest of the king's body. Even his sheath, the part Tarin paid the least amount of attention to, was decently sized, suggesting that what was hidden beneath was a good size as well. Tarin lowered his head, no longer wanting to see the king's naked body. It made him all the more ashamed of his own. The faint sound of splashing informed Tarin that his Majesty had safely retreated into the tub, making it safe to look again. A small sigh escaped the king's muzzle. "One of the few luxuries I am allowed to enjoy in peace." "Is everything to your liking, your Majesty?" Tarin inquired politely. King Alshaer smiled, closing his eyes. "Everything is perfect, thank you." He sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the relaxing sensation of the hot bath. "What do you know of the war, young Tarin?" He spoke up finally. Tarin looked confused for a moment, not sure what he expected to hear. With no idea what the king wanted, he spoke honestly. "Not much, your Majesty. Only what Master Rayac tells me." "What are your thoughts on the war?" Tarin hesitated. "I have no opinion, your Majesty. It does not affect me." The king lifted his head to look at Tarin. Seriousness rested in his eyes. "But it does affect you, even if you do not realize." He sat up, exposing his bare chest. "You must hold some opinion." "I have the opinion given to me, your Majesty." Tarin replied automatically. "I am disappointed in the way you were raised." The king replied bluntly. "Lord Aunair speaks little of your upbringing, and Lady Aunair simply tells me that it is not important. Perhaps I can speak with your parents about your raisings. Where are they?" "They died, your Majesty." Tarin replied, sullenly. "Almost twelve years ago." He lowered his head, not taking his eyes off the king as he spoke, but face turned to the ground. His Majesty's face lost all emotion. He watched Tarin for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words. The silence dragged, and Tarin nearly apologized for having responded as he did, but the king spoke before he had a chance to voice his thought. "I apologize; I had no right to pry into your past." Tarin lifted his eyes, without moving his head, to look at King Alshaer. "I do not even remember it, your Majesty. I was told I witnessed it, but I was a young pup when it happened." The king stood up and began working the soap through his fur, but it was a distracted action, as all of his attention was on the young coyote speaking to him. Tarin averted his eyes again, feelings of inferiority once again washing over him. "You have my assurance that I will not hold anything against you if you do not wish to continue this conversation." "I will answer any questions you wish to ask, your Majesty." Tarin replied solemnly. The swishing of water told Tarin that the king was moving in the tub. The smell of wet fur and soap growing stronger should have been a hint that King Alshaer was moving closer, but he was wrapped up in his attempt at not admiring the artistic beauty of the king's body that he didn't realize he was right over him until he had one finger under Tarin's chin, lifting his face to look at the king. King Alshaer was still standing in the tub, but his upper half was leaning forward, just enough to reach Tarin. "I rarely get the opportunity to speak so candidly with my subjects. It is a difficult task to remind myself what I must do as King to better the lives of those beneath me." Tarin resisted the urge to pull away. That one finger held him in place better than if King Alshaer had grabbed his entire muzzle with his paw. "Your Majesty is wise," He replied politely. "Whatever you decide is what is best." King Alshaer barked a mirthless laugh. "I have advisors to be wise for me. All I can offer is thoughtful." He smiled kindly at Tarin. "Forgive me. You are a bit too young to understand politics." He straightened, releasing his imaginary hold on Tarin's muzzle. Tarin did his best to keep eye contact while King Alshaer continued cleaning dirt out of his fur. "I ask again, young Tarin, for your opinion on the war." "Why do they fight?" Tarin asked directly. He almost overlooked the fact that he didn't properly address the king, but if King Alshaer noticed, he did not seem to mind the oversight. "That is a very simple question," King Alshaer replied, not giving Tarin a chance to correct his mistake, "that has a far more complicated answer." The king slid back into the water, and began to explain. "Each individual finds their own reason to fight. Some fight for glory. Some fight for power. Some simply fight to be fighting." "That does not make sense, your Majesty." Tarin responded, remembering his proper reply this time. "You have to understand how people think, pup." King Alshaer responded. "There are those who have found fighting to be the only thing they are good at, and revel in doing something well. There are those who also revel in fighting, but for different reasons, reasons we may not fully understand." Tarin stared at the edge of the tub, but he didn't really see it. His mind was trying to comprehend the information he just received. "The war is being fought because someone likes to fight, your Majesty?" "I had not put that thought together," King Alshaer admitted. "It is a simple thought, too simple, yet quite possible." He nodded. "Though there is probably more to it." "How do you stop a war motivated by a desire for combat?" King Alshaer stood up and stepped out of the tub. Tarin was on his feet and presenting a towel to the king before he was fully out of the tub. He took the towel and began drying off his fur. "I would assume by eliminating the source." He offered while he dried himself off. "However, it is never that simple." Tarin moved to drain the tub, as an excuse to not to watch the king toweling himself off. "Can you not talk with them? Something can be done if you negotiate, right?" Tarin nearly jumped when King Alshaer placed a paw on his shoulder. "The innocence of youth." He said quietly, mostly to himself. "We are attempting that route, young Tarin, though we do not expect success. We have to try, though, for we do not like the alternative." Tarin turned to face his Majesty. "What is the alternative?" King Alshaer gave his shoulder a tight squeeze. That simple gesture spoke more than anything the king could say. "Sending good men to die, creating more young pups like yourself, without a father to raise them." With nothing to say in response, Tarin fell silent. King Alshaer finished drying off and redressed in clothes brought to him from another servant. After completely dressing and stepping back into the hallway, the king spoke again. "Thank you very much for your company, and I will take your words to heart. They gave me much to think about." "I said nothing important, your Majesty." Tarin replied humbly. "One day you will learn your true value. You are more intelligent than you give yourself credit for." He patted Tarin on the shoulder and smiled. "Now, if you'd be so kind as to lead me to the dining hall. I seem to have forgotten my way." Tarin knew this was a lie. King Alshaer may not visit as often as the Princess did, but he visited often enough to know his way around. His Majesty had found his way to the dining hall several times in the past unassisted. Tarin suspected there was something more to the request, but did not question it, instead, motioning for the king to follow him. "It is this way, your Majesty." The stares Tarin received for leading the king felt far worse than the stares he received from following Lady Aunair. The earlier stares were strong in disbelief, but the servants he passed were frozen in pure shock. Tarin idly wondered if all this attention was a further form of punishment for his adventure with Rayac earlier in the day. He felt a leap of joy when he saw the door to the dining hall. He decided silently that he would deposit the king here, and then disappear for some time alone, under the guise of searching for the princess, but his plan was foiled almost immediately after stepping into the dining room. Tarin wasn't allowed in the dining room very often, so each time he was allowed entrance, the feeling of awe always returned. The dining hall was aptly named. While most rooms in the manor were large, the dining hall was unnecessarily spacious. In the center of the room was a large table, with an ornate table cloth, white lace trimming. It was a special gift to Lady Aunair. The table easily sat thirty, and there were as many chairs around the table as proof of this boast. Each chair was hand-carved, the outline designed to resemble roses. They were even colored to add to the appearance. Lord Aunair sat in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the table. Aside from him the only other occupant of the dining hall was Princess Liandra, who sat in the chair closest to the door. Her eyes immediately found Tarin as he walked in the door. She wasted no time speaking. "Toroy! There you are. I was feeling so lost without you here." Tarin moved behind her, remembering to be on her left. "That was unkind of you, father, depriving me of his presence." Tarin felt his muzzle burning and did his best to hide his face. "My apologies, daughter, I had not realized how much time had passed." King Alshaer remarked, only half serious. "If you would be so kind as to sit," Lord Aunair gestured to a chair next to Liandra. "Supper will be ready shortly, and I am sure you must be hungry from your travels, your Majesty." King Alshaer sat down in the offered chair immediately. "You would be correct," He replied. "I hope you still have the same cook as last time." Lord Aunair laughed, "He is the same as he was last visit, as he has been the last ten visits, your Majesty." Lord Aunair sat at this time, across from the King. "Though, cooking aside, perhaps you could offer an explanation as to why you and her Highness were walking instead of on your carriage?" "Subterfuge." King Alshaer offered simply. "Our coach is a good half a day's travel farther down the road by now." The King leaned back a little, stretching out what was probably a knot from the travels. "I needed to speak to you of important matters, but my presence here must not be known." Lord Aunair looked a bit confused by this news. Tarin listened quietly, trying not to be noticed, but he didn't understand what this meant. Lord Aunair, at least, seemed to understand that much. "What of the Council of Nine? Are they aware of your presence here?" "They are aware of my lack of presence in the castle." King Alshaer offered. "They are also aware that I will explain myself upon my return. I fear spies among my numbers, so I could not speak openly. Once I return, it will be safe, as all I wish to discuss will have come to pass." "What of Prince Kendrick?" Lord Aunair inquired. "Surely he must have had some hand in your plan? Perhaps that friend of his, Captain Benaras? "Kendrick and Soren had to remain uninformed of this." King Alshaer offered. "Neither one would have sat by idly while I made this trip alone. Besides, the news I bring isn't official yet, and I would prefer they not hear it as of yet." "And what is it you wish to discuss?" King Alshaer hesitated, giving Liandra a meaningful glance. Liandra was oblivious to this, as she had just taken an interest in the condition of Tarin's tunic. "This is old and worn. You should have this thrown out." Tarin, who had barely been paying attention to her, responded automatically, "But your Highness made this for me." Once the words were out, he wished he could have taken them back. The reactions were not as bad as he had expected, but Lord Aunair was glaring angrily at him. King Alshaer simply smiled, watching Liandra quietly. It was Princess Liandra's response, however, that was unexpected. She smiled brightly, "Oh, it means that much to you?" She practically jumped out of her chair and threw her arms around him. Lord Aunair glared even harder at Tarin, but his words somehow managed to hold none of the anger his eyes displayed. "Your Highness, it is not proper to touch the servants." "Oh, but they touch us all the time." Liandra replied simply. "They undress us, they help bathe us, and they dress us." Liandra looked to her father. "And didn't one servant help you in bed that one night a few years ago?" "That's enough, Liandra," King Alshaer replied quickly. He refused to look at her as he said it, instead studying a spot on the table that might have been too clean for his standards. Rayac pushed through the doors and made his way towards the table. "My apologies for being late your Majesty, father." He smiled at Liandra, who returned his smile with a dreamy gaze. Rayac gave Tarin a quick wink, but immediately turned and started for his chair without giving Tarin a chance to respond. "It is of no concern," King Alshaer responded. "We are just waiting for supper to be prepared." "And you won't have to wait any longer." Lady Aunair interrupted, walking in from the kitchen doors. "As soon as everyone takes their seats, we will have our meal." The meal was extravagant. There were so many different entrees and meats, sides and things he didn't even recognize, he felt lost just being there. Servants assisted those sitting down in getting what they wanted before returning to the kitchens, leaving Tarin alone with the nobility, standing and watching them eat, everyone except Liandra. "I am not so certain of this." She commented skeptically, poking a soup sitting in front of her. "That's Vaeran Mushroom Soup, your Highness." Lady Aunair offered kindly. "You have been eating it since you first visited. I have it made because it is your favorite." "I am not questioning the validity of its flavor," Liandra whined. "I fear it may be too hot for my delicate tongue." Lord Aunair smiled, though his eyes held a level of frustration. "I assure you, your Highness, the soup was properly cooled." "I am not sure." Liandra countered. "Toroy! Test this for me." Tarin stepped forward reluctantly. "I will do as you command, your Highness." She spooned up some of her soup and held it out towards him. Tarin was uncertain whether he should take the spoon from her or not. Before he could decide, however, she started speaking. "Open up, so I can put it in." Tarin reluctantly opened his muzzle, and she shoved half the spoon down his throat. At first, the spoon almost gagged him, but once she retracted the spoon, he got a full taste of the soup. It was the best tasting food he had eaten in his entire life. The flavor was complex, and he had no means to explain it. It was sweet and warm, and he thought he tasted a hint of salt, but everything else was new to him. He wanted more, but he knew better. It took him a moment to regain his composure and realize that Princess Liandra was waiting for a response. He nodded slowly. "It is of sufficient warmth, your Highness. Not too hot." "But your tongue is hardier than mine." Liandra complained. "My delicate tongue burns easily." She spooned up another portion of soup and held it up. "I want you to taste it again, but this time, imagine how a delicate tongue would react." Tarin opened his muzzle to protest, but she shoved the spoon down his throat before he could utter the first syllable. Somehow, the second taste was far better than the first. He could imagine a third taste being better, but the more he ate, the more he deprived from the princess. "Your tongue will be safe, your Highness." "Perhaps you are right." Liandra mused. Tarin felt a small wave of relief, until she looked to Rayac. "What do you think, Rayac dear?" Rayac smiled innocently at Tarin. "I believe Toroy has your best interest in mind." Tarin resisted glaring at Rayac, as hard a task as it was. He knew better than show open anger at anyone in the presence of Lord Aunair. "However, I do believe he might be saying this only because he feels it is what you want to hear, not because it is true." Tarin's muzzle fell open, and he stared, dumbfounded, at Rayac. He was so shocked by Rayac's words that he almost missed Lord Aunair glaring at Rayac. "You are right!" Liandra exclaimed. "Toroy, be honest with me." She shoved another spoonful down Tarin's throat before he had enough time to recover from the shock. He swallowed hard, and opened his mouth to reply, but found a large chunk of some unidentified meat shoved into his muzzle. "Try this as well, Toroy. It may be too spicy for my delicate muzzle." This continued for several minutes. Every time Tarin attempted to inform Princess Liandra that her meal was sufficient, she was shoving something else into his muzzle. Everything she had him eat was far superior to anything he had eaten in his life, and each bite seemed to overshadow the last. He wished he had the chance to savor the meal, but he barely had time to breath before more food was shoved down his throat. Rayac watched silently, appearing entertained by the whole scene. Lady Aunair watched in silence as well, but she had the decency to hide her smile behind her paw. Lord Aunair glared, growing angrier as more food was given to Tarin. Only King Alshaer tried to interrupt her force-feeding Tarin, but he never got more than half a word out before Liandra was interrupting him with some statement about her food being too hot, or too cold, or some other issue she had with it. Tarin finally had to take a step back away from Liandra to speak. "Your meal is sufficient, your Highness." He said as meekly as he could, hoping to cover his retreat with his words. His stomach felt as though it would explode from being over-stuffed. "Very well." Liandra nodded, "I am convinced." She turned from Tarin back to the table, only to discover that she had fed Tarin her entire meal. She looked up, disappointed. "I would like more food." Lady Aunair nodded, "Do not worry, there is plenty more." Tarin did not dare move closer to the table as more food was brought out for Princess Liandra, but she seemed to be true to her word. Once she had enough food on her plate to replace what she fed to Tarin, she began eating. The rest of the meal went by a bit more smoothly. Princess Liandra focused on eating her meal while Lord Aunair and King Alshaer discussed politics and other topics that Tarin didn't understand. He decided it best to pay more attention to the Princess than their conversation. Tarin heard Rayac speak a couple of times, but Tarin didn't pay attention to the words. It wasn't until Rayac stood that Tarin actually paid attention to what was said. "If I may be excused, I believe I will take a short walk before the sun goes down." Rayac turned to Princess Liandra, "If you would join me, your Highness?" "Oh, a walk would be divine." Liandra exclaimed. "I just love your mother's garden. It is so beautiful." She smiled warmly in Lady Aunair's direction. "I can imagine the flowers ready to bloom." Lady Aunair smiled back at the princess. "I am honored you enjoy my garden, your Highness." Rayac had walked around the table by this time, and was taking Princess Liandra's arm. Either intentionally, or by convenience, Rayac had taken her right arm, which left Tarin to take up his place on her left, without having Rayac walking directly in front of him. The three left in silence. The garden was not too far from the manor. It was just behind the building itself, and did not take very long to reach. However, because of its location in relation to the manor, in addition to the over-abundance of plant life, it made it the perfect place to hide away for some time to be left alone. This was why Rayac usually took Liandra into the garden alone. Tarin knew this, and looked for opportunities to veer away and give them their privacy. However, each time he thought he was going to get away, Liandra would grab him, point to some random object in the manor and ask him of its origin. Most of the time, Tarin did not know the truth, so he would just apologize for his ignorance. One time, she pointed to a rug that Tarin knew for a fact was Haetan in origin. When he said as much, she threw her arms around him and said, "You are such a knowledgeable coyote." After that, she refused to detach herself from Tarin, and went on extensively about the Haetan decorations in the castle. Tarin shot a pleading look at Rayac, but Rayac simply laughed and looked away. Liandra was in the middle of her third attempt at explaining that the throne was not Haetan in design, but the cushion on the throne was, when they arrived at the grove. The grove was the most secluded area of the garden. The trees offered plenty of shade from the sun, and the remaining foliage blocked the view in from the outside. The garden was a myriad of colors, as flowers of every kind capable of growing in the climate could be found, but the grove was a den of green. Only a few flowers actually grew inside the grove, and those tended to bloom on their own. In the center of the grove was a stone bench, simple in design and purpose. While Lady Aunair loved the garden, and was fond of beauty in all its forms, she also enjoyed simplicity. The grove was designed with this thought in mind. It was created as a means for her to escape from the colorful and over-elegant life of nobility to a simpler place. It also served other purposes, which Rayac and Liandra used more often than Tarin thought proper. Rayac led Liandra to the bench and assisted her in sitting down. Only then did she relinquish her grip on the poor coyote. Once free of her, Tarin made a show of checking all the exits for guards or servants, only as an excuse to be as far away as he possibly could from her. Rayac watched with amused interest, but said nothing to voice his thoughts. Tarin was grateful to his friend for this, because he was not sure his patience could survive a remark from Rayac, even with the Princess present. Once Tarin was sure there were no spies, and that he could approach the Princess without becoming her prisoner again, he returned to the bench and bowed. "Your privacy is assured, your Highness. I will be in the garden proper of you need me." "You will not." Liandra replied curtly. "I need you to remain here." Tarin winced. He was afraid she was going to say this. With a small nod, he replied, "As your Highness commands." "I cannot remain long." Rayac spoke finally. "Your father has news, and I wish to be present when it is to be delivered." "It is war and politics." Liandra yawned. "Boring and not worth your time." "But if I am to be Prince, or King, I need to take interest in such things." Rayac explained. "Besides, I fear the news is not good. If I am to receive ill news, I would much prefer hearing it firsthand." "If that is what you wish, dear." Liandra replied airily. "I shall remain here a while." "You know I would remain if it was not important." Rayac replied, sounding a little hurt. "It has been a short month since your last visit, when you normally visit every three months. To return so soon..." Liandra shrugged, "My father does not share with me what he wishes to discuss." "I understand." Rayac nodded, "I have some time before I need to return. We can continue our discussion from last month, if you wish." "Oh, but I simply cannot," Liandra replied, covering her face with her paw, embarrassed by something Tarin didn't understand. "It would not be proper." Rayac's eyes flared with anger for a brief moment, but it died almost as quickly as it was born. "I assure you, it will be fine. Tarin is a close friend, I trust him." "But he is a servant." Liandra replied immediately. "I would dare not speak of such things in his presence." Rayac looked to Tarin for a moment, and then shook his head. "Nothing I can say will convince you otherwise?" Tarin stepped forward. "I can move out of earshot, your Highness." He offered, "Or cover my ears." "You will do no such thing." Liandra commanded. "It is fine, I do not feel up to discussing such things anyway." Her dreamy voice returned, making Tarin wonder if the command had been real, or if he had imagined it. Rayac sat down next to Liandra. "If you do not wish to discuss it, I will not force you. It would mean a lot to me if you would." He placed a paw on hers. "I am going to return to the manor now. Mother should be preparing to head to her room for the night, so our fathers should be preparing to discuss what brought you here." He smiled weakly. "At least give it some thought while I am away?" "I will consider your offer," Liandra replied, sounding too practiced. "I will wait for you here, and will have an answer when you return." "Thank you," Rayac replied quietly. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on Liandra's cheek. Tarin felt his muzzle start to burn again, so he looked away. Footsteps and the growing scent of Rayac's bathwater told Tarin that Rayac was approaching him. Tarin did not look, though, and he felt Rayac's breath gently caress his ear. "Be careful of her," Rayac whispered. "You don't fully understand her." Tarin spun around and looked into Rayac's eyes. "I do not understand." Tarin replied. "And that is my point." Rayac answered, still in a whisper. "Just, be careful around her. You do not know what she is going to do next." "I am aware of that." Tarin mused sullenly. Rayac placed a paw on Tarin's shoulder. "Not aware enough." Without another word, Rayac walked past Tarin and out of the grove. Tarin moved to the Princess, with the intent of asking her what she required of him, but as soon as he was within arms reach of her, she grabbed him and forced him to sit on the bench. Her grip was far stronger than he remembered it being, and his wrist hurt at the point where she grabbed him. She muttered a quick, "Stay," before running to the grove entrance that Rayac had just departed from. All remnants of the flighty, spoiled princess were gone. There was a new person in her place, one that Tarin did not know. He was not sure if he liked it. Liandra watched the entrance for a moment, and then quickly moved around the grove, checking each entrance before nodding to herself. "I thought he'd never leave." She said flatly. Liandra quickly moved back to where Tarin was sitting. She took both his paws into her own, and dropped to both knees in front of him. "I have a favor I must ask of you, Tarin, servant of the house of Aunair, one that could decide the fate of my kingdom, and our very lives."	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This is the most work I have put into a story. I hope you like it. Comments please. In a dark alley in the slum of a medieval city I was hard at work. Not the traditional peasant job as a farmer or even a slave. I'm a homeless bum. Doing the one thing a bum can do for money, prostitution. It's kind of nice I'm my own boss choose my own hours but the obvious drawback of having to fuck all kinds of disgusting fair. Plus being a male customers are in short supply with everyone thinking you go to Hell if your gay. I was busy finishing off a rather robust polar bear. I sucked lightly on the tip of his thick, crimson member. For him being so large it was rather short, but I don't discriminate. I felt him swell as he was about to blow and took the entire length, rather easily, into my mouth. He trembled in ecstasy as he shot his load down my throat. I eagerly swallowed what he had to offer. Trying to fill my stomach of something to help stave off the hunger. "Here you go." he said as he tossed a few bills from a stack that looked to be as big as my fist. "Hey you cheapskate! I've got kids to feed." I screamed. Then there was a bright, white flash and a shot of pain across the left side of my face. I fell to the ground holding my cheek as he picked up the bills. "That's for talking back. If you've got kids, then put 'em to work at least they'll fetch a higher price." He laughed loudly as he left the alley and disappeared into the dark street. "Dammit." I said to myself as I rose slowly to my feet. This isn't the first time this has happened but I've decided it is going to be the last. I made my way through the moonlit streets of the slum, thinking to myself. Not really of anything just a culmination of things what will I eat tomorrow, what will I eat tonight now that I have no money. Mostly about food and eating, then I started to feel hungry again. When you're on the brink of starvation food is usually not far from mind. Before when I said I had kids was a lie I use to get more money. It usually doesn't work, but when it does those couple extra bucks can mean the difference between starvation and salvation. I made my way to the Cross City Bridge. A large wooden bridge that crosses over the Schuyler River which separates the city into two sections. The poor on on side the rich on the other. Just beyond the rich neighborhood was the castle of King Theodius. I live on the poor side underneath the bridge. Vince already had a fire going as I walked up. Vince is a nice, mild-mannered hawk with an eyepatch over his left eye. He's in his late thirtys and is fairly well-built. He's covered in black feathers except for his head and chest which are a dark brown with pitch black eyes. I on the other hand am an eighteen year old fox. I have grey fur with black-tipped ears and a black stripe running the length of my tail. I'm about six foot tall, Vince has got a couple inches on me, with shoulder length head fur. I'm also well-built but with more definition. "Hello there, Danal." Vince greeted as I walked up. "Hey. Did you find anything?" I asked sitting down next to him trying to warm up on an unusually cool night. "Not much. But only after." "Come on. I had a rough day." "That's why we are going to do it." The large avian stood and got into a fighting stance. I stood slowly taking my place in front of him. "Alright remember to use your opponent's force against him. Come!"I jabbed at the left side of his face. He grabbed my wrist and flipped me onto my back. "Good! Going for your opponent's weakness." "Then why am I the one on my back old man?" I said sitting up. "One: I'm better than you, but that's why we're practicing. Two: I'm not that old. Three: Your opponent knows his weakness better than you. It is the thing he thinks about and protects most." He helped me up, " Instead of going for it straight off. Ignore it at first. Make him get comfortable. Then BOOM Go at it with everything you've got. Come!" And we sparred for a while more. I didn't get thrown down again. "That's enough. Rest yourself." Vice said as he sit down by the fire. I sat next to him sweating and panting. "Going to stop before I beat you old man?" "That was once and it was a fluke. I had sand in my eye." "Protect your weakness." We both laughed as Vince handed me this charred substance that might have once been some sort of meat. "What is this?" I asked eyeing the 'food' with suspicion. "Eat it. It won't kill you. I think." I looked at him then cautiously bit into the morsel. Then once I realized it was edible I ate heartily. "I think I may join the guard." Vince choked on his water then looked at me angrily. "What! Are you mad?" "No, it's just there I would get three square meals and an actual bed to sleep in. I can take the training. It can't be any worse than what I do now." Vince softened a bit a laid back. "I can't tell you what to do. But think about it first." He rolled over and soon enough I heard his breathing soften and knew he was asleep. I have thought about and I will join. I woke in late afternoon and Vince had already gone off to scavenge for food. So, I decided to head over to Walman's. Walman's is the name of a popular restaurant near the bridge. It so well know even rich people came over to eat there. Because of this old man Walman doesn't let homeless eat inside. That's why I snuck around back where you can get food. I came to a large wooden door and knocked once paused then knocked twice more. The door creaked open a crack and a single beady, little eye peered out. I waved to show who it was and the door flew open and a great, huge bulldog filled the doorway. "Danal! How you been?" He shouted defeating the purpose of all the secrecy. "I'm fine Claud. Keep it down." I whispered quickly entering the kitchen. The kitchen was large with various pots and pans everywhere, a large basin for cleaning them, and a enormous fireplace with a cauldron to match it over a roaring fire. The smell wafting over was enough to make my mouth water. I couldn't help but stare. "Alright. I get you some porridge. Sit." Claud motioned for a chair at the table. I sat as Claud fumbled around for a bowl and I stared lustfully at the bubbling cauldron filled with heaven's best. Claud ladled a hearty portion into a clay bowl and set it before me with a spoon. I ignored it as I stuffed my face with the gooey contents. It tasted even better than it smelled if that is possible. "Careful. You burn self." Claud warned. I already had in my mouth and on my hands, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get as much of the wonderful food as I could. "It is my wife recipe. Handed down for generation." "She sure knows what she's doin'." I said after swallowing the last of my bowl. "That is all I can give. Rest is for customer." He took the bowl and set it on the counter. "That's alright. You've done me quite the service just giving me something." "You wel-," He stopped short and inspected my swollen left cheek. "What happen?" "Angry customer." "Here I give balm. Make feel much better." Claud said grabbing a jar from the top shelf. "Wife make for burn, but should work." He said slathering a handful of noxious tan slime to my cheek. Surprisingly there was no more pain. "Hey, thanks, Claud. I haven't been treated this nicely since-" I choked on the rest of my sentence thinking of her again. "Your mother, she was good woman. Had heart bigger than me. Haha. She would hate to see you like this." I smiled realizing he was right, "Now go. Before Walman come." I thanked him one more time before he pushed me out of the door. It was early evening now and the sun was slowly lowering itself across the paling sky. It was so nice I decided to go for a walk around town. I made my way through the nicer parts of town, then as I progressed the streets got dirty and rough. The houses turned into small huts and everyone looked as though they were going to kill you and they might. I made my way to my old neighborhood and started recognizing things from the past. The alley my friend and I used to play knights in. The run-down tavern that our moms worked to barely get us by. The road my father used to leave us before dying in the war. I passed an equine watchman that eyed me up as I walked by. I listened fearful that he may start to follow. Although they are here to supposedly keep the peace. Around here they are even worse then the normal lot. They rob you in broad daylight and I've even seen them beat an old man to death for not having any money them to take. I was almost in the clear when I heard the clang of metal on pavement. I picked up the pace but the sound kept getting closer until he was almost upon me. "Danal? Is that you?" I looked straight at the face of my savior for once he saw the second fur he knew better then to step in. "Hale! How have you been?" He noticed the fear in my eyes and understood immediately. "I've been fine. Why don't you join me for tea?" I didn't even answer for once the door was opened I bolted in. Inside was a cozy little living/bedroom. a small bed to one side a pair of hand-made wooden chairs by the fireplace, which doubled as the kitchen. There was a table big enough for two in the back with chairs underneath. "Sit while I fix us that tea." Hale said striding to the pantry. Hale is male raccoon the same age as me, we grew up together and is like a brother to me. He is an inch shorter than me with grey fur, a black-ringed tail, a black around his eyes that look like a mask. He also is a slightly less built then I am. I sat quietly as Hale poured me a cup of tea and sat next to me by the fire I made. I took a calming sip of the hot liquid. The faintly sweet taste of the tea ran down my throat and seemed to lift all my troubles away. I started thinking of the times when it would be storming out and our mother would sit like this sipping tea and watching us we chased the cat around the furniture. It was nice to once only think of fond memories. "You guys always had the best tea." I said breaking the silence. "Yea...How long have you been gone now?" Hale asked. "About a year." I hesitated thinking of the day I left. "So your eighteen now?" "Yep." There was another long silence. The tension was thick in the air it was sufacating. "You-you know you can stay here...if you want. Y ou don't have to live on the street." Hale said nervously. "I told you before I'm not going to burden you like that. You are barely surviving as it is." "You're not the only one who was hurt!" Hale said standing trembling with anger, "Beth was special to all of us! My mother's heart couldn't bear the pain and she died a week later! Your not the only one who is hurting!" Hale was gritting his teeth as tears streamed down his face. "At least you didn't have to hear Mary burn to death in her own home. Thanks for the tea." I said marching out of the house slamming the door as I went. I stepped quietly into the silent street. The full moon shined gently on the surrounding buildings outlining the jagged rooftops. I crushed a stick under my foot as I stepped into the vacant lot the was once my home. Tears started to form as the horrible memories washed over me. Memories of that day. It was a bright sunny day and I was fishing down by the river. I smelt smoke, it was a way off but I smelt it. I knew something was wrong, I looked back and my fears grew. I saw it was coming from our neighborhood.I ran as fast as I could never stopping even as my lungs screamed for air. I heard Mom before I saw the flames. It was a bone chilling, blood curdling scream. It echoed in my ears as I fell to my knees when I turned onto my street. Everyone was watching as watchman half-assed an attempt to put out the fire. I sat stock still. I watched as tears rolled down my cheek. Then I screamed, screamed at the top of my lungs. I screamed until I ran out of breath and my throat burned. Mary and Hale rushed to help, but I wouldn't move. "You can stay with us." Mary's words rang in my head as I sat in a chair after the blaze was put out. "Danal can you hear me?" she asked waving her hands in front of my eyes, "Please say something." "Maybe he hurt himself screaming Hale said bring in tea, "The honey will help your throat." "I'm leaving." I finally said, "I can't stay here." I got up denying the offered drink. "What! Where will you go!?" Hale exclaimed blocking the door. "I don't know or care I just have to get the hell out of here." I went for the door, but Hale moved to stop me. "Stay with us. We can help you." "Help me!? HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU HELP ME!?" I yelled pushing hale back a little, "CAN YOU BRING HER BACK!? I can't stay. You guys are barely making it. I have to leave." I made for the door and Hale didn't stop me. I thought to myself as I cried silently between piles of trash left in the lot. Maybe Hale should have stopped me. Maybe everything would be different. Maybe if I wasn't so stubborn I could actually be happy. I made up my mind. I will go back and apologize and if I'm lucky...Maybe he'll forgive me.	Shared Pain Chapter One The Begining by Qdawg	[ "Fox", "Medieval", "No-Yiff", "Story Series" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 4, "longest_sentence": 33, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 270, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence" ], "score": 16 }	16	false
Back in my collage days, I earned some extra cash working in a night club. I started collecting glasses on the floor, then moved to serving behind the bar. It wasn't long before I was asked by our manager to be a Shift Supervisor. It was at a time that I was coming to terms with my identity. I was a Transvestite, but there was a lingering homosexuality about me also. I preferred girls that was for sure, but I was not adverse to sucking cock and taking a load in my ass. I knew that I wasn't into men, masculinity really didn't do it for me. But slightly effeminate guys, did float my boat. So, I was in the midst of a gender and sexuality crisis. And that's when Denis joined as Bar Manager. He was in his fifties, he was lean, he was refined and gorgeous. I honestly struggled. Denis was the first man that I crushed on. I couldn't get him out of my head. On his first day, he arrived in the bar wearing a well-tailored suit, crisp white shirt without a tie and a pair of clean shoes. The previous managers were fat men's men, in ill-fitting jeans and more often than not; a 3 day old bar staff polo shirt. They stank of cheap aftershave, cigarettes and perspiration, Denis was wearing expensive cologne. He oozed confidence and sophistication, I swooned. Like a Victorian school girl, I walked about all day light headed, somehow on the verge of both hysteria and passing out. I have had crushes before, but as a handsome boy in my early twenties I was always able to handle myself in a reasonably dignified manner. Not with Denis. My tongue tied in knots, and cock was constantly oozing precum; I was a total mess. Over the following few months, I composed myself. I was on the threshold of finally regaining my dignity when Denis announced that for the upcoming Halloween Ball the bar staff would be in fancy dress. Fancy Dress for a closet Transvestite meant the opportunity to break out the heels. I was gonna be FABULOUS! I spent three and a half fortunes, on my 'costume', there was to be no Primark for this little fairy. I bought the little black dress that I had been drooling over for months, the black patent leather heels that made me tingle in strange ways, and lingerie that would make Madonna blush. I skipped my classes on the day of the ball, I preened and pruned. I shaved, I moisturised I painted and I made over this twenty something boy into a classy whore. I stood in the mirror straightening out the seams in my stockings wondering if I was going to be able to change a keg of beer in my 3-inch stiletto heels and long false French nails. When suddenly the thought of Denis popped into my head. My tucked cock strained against the panties, my chest tightened, and my blusher got more and more rouge. I tossed off my anxieties and applied another coat of pink lip gloss, and made my way to work. In these stories, and tales on sites and forums such as these. The heroine dresses for the first time and is instantly unrecognisably a beautiful woman. This wasn't my first time! I have been practicing for years. When I dressed, I transformed myself into my female persona. This is how you can tell a transvestite from the blokes dragging up for Halloween. I was stopped a couple of times by the security staff as I entered the bar before opening. "Sorry love you'll have to queue outside like everyone... Bloody hell Stevie!" was how one of the security guards reacted. Soon we were setting up. I was still working behind the bar, so we were preparing the ice buckets and stock. My friend Laura called me into the glasswashers room for a closer inspection. She and I had been regular fuck buddies. She mauled me as she inspected my outfit. Pawing at my tits, running her hand up my dress over my tucked cock. "Girl your gonna make a killing in tips tonight." I blushed again she continued. "If Denis doesn't take me home to ride the shit out of me, I am sitting on your face tonight." We giggled. Little did she know I also fantasied about getting fucked by our boss. The night went really well. Laura was correct of course, I made loads in tips. The bar was rammed and we got murdered. But it was so much fun being me, that the night passed really quickly. Periodically I had to empty the twenties out of my till and take them to the supervisors. I walked into the cash safe with about ten grand in twenty pound notes when Denis said "Fucking hell Stevie, I've been walking round with a hard on all night." I smiled and said something like "Yea there are loads of hot girls about tonight." He looked deep into my eyes and said, "No that's not it. I saw you changing a keg earlier and saw your stocking tops." I laughed and jokingly called him a poof, and made my way back to the bar. There were a few more odd moments, with him throughout the night. He brushed against me just a little too closely a couple of times. Then as we approached midnight I was going to the office to reset my till when I heard Denis and Kelvin one of the supervisors who was openly gay, talking about me. Denis was saying "I can understand how you went gay Kelvin. Stevie is totally doing my head in. I can't get her out of my head." Kelvin answered with something about shemales being revolting, but I was fixated on the fact that Denis was thinking about me and that he referred to me as 'her'. As I entered the office I smiled, at both men. Kelvin got up and left saying that he would leave us too it. The POS system was located in the office beside Denis's desk. To stop people using it as a porn computer it didn't have a seat, and was pretty low down. I obviously had to bend down to use it. I could have knelt down but I wanted to test how straight Denis was. So, I bent over. Showing Denis my black satin French knickered ass, and garter straps. It worked. He leapt forward and ran his hand over my ass cheeks, then gently between my legs to my tucked member. He stood up and he slammed his door shut and dropped his trousers at the same time. He fiddled with both our underwear pulling my panties aside and dropping his briefs. A rock hard long and slim circumcised cock bobbed its way to my behind. I had been horny all night. Between the really cute girls wearing slutty costumes and the thought of what Laura was going to do with me later kept me on the edge. My little ass hole was opened up. Denis spat on his fingers and fingered my little bud, then wrapped his fingers over his cock and coated it in his slippery spittle. I reached behind and parted my cheeks and offered him my ass. He stepped forward, his cock edging closer, and closer. He applied more spittle to my back side and to his dick. "Are you sure?" He asked. I looked at the screen the reboot of my till was going to take another five minutes. "You've five minutes before my till is up and running." As I said it the tip of his cock pressed against my crack just above my opening. It slipped down and missed the entrance, jabbing me in the balls. He gasped as I took him in my hand and guided him to my eager hole. I held my breath, the tip of his cock was touching the edge of my asshole. The expectation was tantalising. Soon he was edging forward, I opened up relativity easily. His helmet was inside me, making its way deeper and deeper. Before long he was buried within me. I had wanted this for months, I had spewed my seed countless time dreaming about his cock inside me. My boss is fucking me I thought as he took me by the hips and started to withdraw. It was sore, but I have had much worse. I knew the initial sting would soon wear off. Before long my cock was oozing precum into my panties, he was pounding into me. Calling me names ranging from faggot to princess. Eventually he whispered "Stevie can I cum in your mouth?" I dutifully obliged and slipped off his meat dropped to my knees, and opened my mouth for him to jerk into. Three stokes later and his seed was shooting into my awaiting throat. He slumped to his seat breathless and sweating. "Fuck me!" he exclaimed. Coming down from his cum. The computer beeped to tell me that my till was now up and running. He offered me some tissues to clean my face. On the way back to the bar, I passed Laura taking a break in the kitchen. And a wicked thought crossed my mind. I kissed her deep in the lips, before breaking away and whispering into her ear "Now you know what Denis's spunk tastes like." I winked and returned to work.	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The following story was written by inspiration from a fantasy dialog between a very good friend and myself. She likes to be called Countess Devane and helps to keep me young. I worked very hard to keep the dialog as it was originally, and spontaneously, projected, while filling in enough detail to help the reader experience what we did. Please enjoy! As headmaster of a girls' private school, Mr. Michaels had to pay careful attention to appearances. At the moment, all students and faculty were in the auditorium for a performance of "The Nutcracker," and this was one of the few times he could personally inspect the girls' living conditions without someone looking over his shoulder. While his reasons for not wanting the housemother present during his inspection were mostly personality driven, he found there was a certain excitement associated with a view of the girls' intimate belongings while in the privacy of his own thoughts. The first two rooms he peered into were actually rather tidy, but the third room was a disaster. It looked as if some young lady had been in an awful hurry to dispose of her books and change in time for the mandatory attendance of the play. The bed was unkempt, and he surmised she had been behind in her schedule all day, if not longer. He smiled at the panties tossed near the foot of the bed, and the lacy bra nearby. Just as he was about to reach for the panties, a young lady burst into the room, oblivious to his presence, and obviously in a rush. "Oh!" the young girl gasped as she saw the headmaster. "I … I was using the facilities." She knew she was far too late for the scheduled event in the auditorium, and she was at a total loss of words as guilt permeated her face. "Sit down, my dear," the headmaster directed with a soft, but firm voice. "What's your name?" "Isabelle," she answered as she sat on the side of the bed, partially concealing the discarded underwear he had already noticed. She was quiet and demure, as a young lady was expected to be, and dressed in the school's standard white polo shirt, plaid skirt, and knee high white socks. Her light brown hair was braided in pigtails that reached behind slender shoulders and down her back. "Young lady, this may be your room, a place where you may usually relax, but surely you know at your age you do not sit with your legs spread apart in the presence of others." A glance from the headmaster had made him privy to a generous portion of her thighs, and he found himself twitching at the thought of what lay beyond. "Oops," she giggled as she closed her legs demurely and looked at Headmaster Michaels. He seemed young for a headmaster, and physical fit as well. Many of the girls had fantasized about him as they saw him jog around the campus, or had the pleasure of encountering him in an academic setting. In an effort to distract his own thoughts, the headmaster looked around the room with a solemn face. "Your room is a disaster. Do you have any explanation for the state of your room, and your absence from the play which," he looked at his watch, "has already begun?" Isabelle thought desperately, but there was no satisfactory answer. "No, Sir. It is a mess." She looked around and then back to the headmaster, but with lowered eyes. "I'm sorry, Headmaster." "I believe punishment is in order," Headmaster Michaels concluded. He trembled inside at the thought of spanking her himself, then realized that was in fact a possibility. He knew the housemother's reputation for discipline. She had no tolerance and her judgments had a way of building upon each other. She never seemed to forget, and it was usually in each girl's best interest to avoid her at all costs. "Do you want me to involve the housemother?" he threatened. "Is there an alternative?" Isabelle pleaded. "It is within my authority to punish you myself," the headmaster spoke without emotion. "We could get it out of the way right now, and it need go no further … provided you learn your lesson." The young lady seemed to consider the options. She wasn't sure what Headmaster Michael's punishment would be, but she was aware of no reputation concerning him. While Miss Jacobs, on the other hand … Headmaster Michaels reached around and repositioned a desk chair before sitting and facing Isabelle. "Come, lean over my leg," he instructed. Isabelle was wide-eyed. But she figured she better comply. It stilled seemed the better alternative. She stood slowly and stepped toward the side of him she would lean from. Hesitantly, she bent over his legs, already bracing herself for the spanking she knew would follow. "I'm sorry," she repeated, with more conviction than before. The headmaster couldn't believe the feel of this eighteen-yearld feminine body lying over his legs. He dutifully raised his hand to exact punishment in as clinical a manner as possible. WHACK … the girl's skirt provided more cushion than he anticipated. He increased the force of the hit, WHACK, and she squealed a bit. Finally, he lifted her skirt and laid it along the small of her back. Her white cotton panties rippled with the movement of her butt cheeks as she squirmed. WHACK. She squealed more freely, in a mixture of pain and delight. As he brought his hand back for another hit, he felt coolness against his fingers that told him they were damp. He hesitated, looked at his fingers, smelled them, then leaned over slightly to see that her panties were damp. "Why is your underwear so wet? Have you not changed them recently?" He smacked her again before she could answer. "Take those dirty panties off right now," he demanded. "Yes, Sir!" Isabelle obediently stood, reached under her skirt, and pulled the panties down to her feet. The headmaster felt a surge of electricity just seeing the panties separated from the girl's privacy, and imagining how she must look under her skirt without them. Under the guise of further inspection he quipped, "Give them to me." Isabelle quickly and quietly stepped out of the panties, picked them up, and handed them to the headmaster. Her own feelings were stirred as he lifted them to his nose and took a whiff. She looked for any sign of pleasure on his face, any hint that this had changed from discipline to … something more. But he remained emotionless as his eyes looked above the panties and locked on hers. "You haven't learned to keep clean?" he asked. "I wasn't ever taught," Isabelle bit her lip. He directed her to lean over again and proceeded to lift her skirt as before. Her bare cheeks were slightly pink from his earlier attacks. He was aware she had turned her head to look at him as he tried to hide the aching lust that grew within. His face remained stern as he lifted his hand and brought it down with a loud smack. He tore his eyes from the target to see her reaction as he lifted his hand again. Isabelle blushed crimson as she squealed. She turned away while he prepared for the next spank. His hand swung down and connected with the pliable skin, SMACK. He hesitated too long to remove his hand, however, and it slipped down a little, at which point he declared, "You're dripping!" He knew why, of course, but strained to maintain a sense of control and discipline. "Yes, Sir," she acknowledged and squirmed with a degree of excitement she did not quite understand. The movement caused him to feel how wet she had made his pants leg. "Look what you've done to my pants! Stand up and see what you've done!" "I've made another mess, haven't I?" she asked. But she was looking at the bulge in his pants as she rose to stand again. "Yes, you have," the headmaster spat at her in an effort to appear angry. As he took his own pants off, and only hoped her fear of his wrath would overcome her reasoning skills. On the other hand, he was loosing control. His arousal was so strong that he was already near the point of no return. When Isabelle saw his erect member peeking through the slit in his boxers, she gasped at the size of it. "Oh my, Headmaster. It's so … large." The headmaster ignored her comment. "Your skirt is wet and dirty too. Take it off." Isabelle obediently shimmied out of the skirt. Embarrassment took control as she hoped her shirt would hide her privacy. Her hands dangled and fidgeted in front of her for added protection. "I see the underwear on your bed, but with your panties dirty, I must question whether you change your bra as often as you should. Is it dirty as well?" he challenged even as he looked and couldn't be sure if she was even wearing a bra. "I only have one bra," she explained in a pleading voice. "To be honest, I don't even like to wear them." "You naughty girl!" the headmaster fumed. "Take off that shirt. We might as well start from scratch." "But bras are so itchy and constricting," she defended. "Do I have to teach you everything?" the headmaster sounded exasperated, "More discipline is in order." "Yes, Sir," Isabelle gave in, unbuttoned the neckline, and began sliding the shirt off, letting it catch on her elbows. Headmaster Michaels let his eyes fix on the young girl's breasts as they were partially revealed when her shirt caught. They wiggled as she tried to move the shirt further up. When he realized her shirt was stuck, he grabbed the portion over her head and ripped it up and out of the way, letting it land on her roommate's bed. "Oh, Headmaster, please don't hurt me," Isabelle pouted. The headmaster responded by sitting back down, taking Isabelle's hand and pulling her naked form back over his knees. This time it was flesh against flesh as her flat tummy pushed his shaft down the slit of his boxers, and her breasts pressed softly along one side of his left leg. He felt heat emanating from between her legs against his right leg as he cocked his arm for another spank. SMACK! Tears came to her eyes as she squealed. "Do you change your clothes every day?" the headmaster asked as he administered another spank. "No, Headmaster," Isabelle managed just as the next smack landed on her stinging bottom. A rush of air escaped her lips with each impact. "You are a naughty girl, Isabelle," the headmaster hesitated his raised arm before another hit. Isabelle sobbed softly with the momentary reprieve. "Yes, Sir." The headmaster slammed his hand down even harder, but his control suddenly dissipated as his hand remained on the red-hot skin of her cheeks. Isabelle squealed for a moment, then relaxed under the feel of his lingering hand. She felt his hardness against her tummy, and noticed a wetness where it's tip bore into her. With pretense wavering, Headmaster Michael's hand moved slowly down between Isabelle's legs, toward the flower of her youth. "You are wet," he whispered hoarsely. "Do you have a problem?" Isabelle moaned almost inaudibly. Her pigtails dangled on either side of her face as she shook her head. "No, Sir, no problems Headmaster." The headmaster stared into space as his hand remained cupped over her wet lower lips, the soft curls of her slick pubic hairs giving way below his fingers. "Have …," he cleared his throat, "Have you had your annual examination this year?" "No, Sir," was the reply he hopped for and received from the soft voice below. "Perhaps we can take care of that right now," he offered as he pressed her lips apart and began an exploration of her vagina, "and find out why you seem to be having trouble with wetness." Isabelle moaned and wiggled a bit. The headmaster located her clitoris erect within. "What does this feel like?" he asked clinically. "Oooohhh Headmaster! It feels odd. I've never had anything but another girl's tongue there before." Isabelle spoke with no more inhibitions. Then she realized what she had done. "Other girls lick you there?" the headmaster sounded incredulous, but his excitement jumped up several notches. "I can't believe it!" he scolded. There was no answer from the tantalizing body as she squirmed around his probing fingers. "I want you to understand exactly what you're talking about," he finally stated as he pulled his hands away from her body. "Lay on the bed, My Dear, as you would lie down to be licked." Isabelle was practically shaking, more with excitement than fear, though the feelings were strangely mixed. She felt his shaft rise with her tummy as she stood to move toward the bed. The head of his shaft was shinny as the skin stretched seemingly as much as it possibly could. It seemed to have a life of its own as it throbbed toward her. She pulled her eyes away to obey the headmaster, and stretched out on her bed. The headmaster eyed her greedily as she positioned herself. "Tell me if this is what they do," he knelt down between her legs and licked her swollen lips. "Mmm. That's how they start, Headmaster," she responded. "Really!" the headmaster sounded unbelieving. "And do they do this?" He wrapped his lips around her clitoris and pulled lightly. Isabelle spoke through labored breaths, "Oh yes, Headmaster, they do that also … and they nibble on it, swirling their tongues all over." "What about this?" the headmaster jabbed his tongue in and out of the young girl's entrance. She moved against the bed and moaned, "Mmm, yes Headmaster." The pain of Headmaster Michael's throbbing shaft was more than he could bear as he ran his tongue around the girl's erection. He stood up and leaned over her, speaking down to her with all the authority he could muster, "You should not let girls do those things to you!" Even as he spoke, he realized his shaft was leaning against her pussy lips. Isabelle looked properly chastised, "I'm so very sorry, Headmaster." She moved against his hard member. "If not girls, who should I let do those things to me?" The headmaster's mind was spinning. "Be quiet when I'm addressing you!" He leaned harder, the head of his shaft parting her lips. Isabelle gasped, "Yes, Sir." "I want the names of any girls who have licked you down there," the headmaster insisted as he pushed past her opening. Isabelle gasped uncontrollably, "Ah … I … I can't, Headmaster. … I don't want to get them in trouble too." Headmaster Michaels gasped too, as he felt the obstruction he wondered about. In that frenzied moment, he realized she was still a virgin. Despite her obvious promiscuity with members of the same sex, she had apparently gone no further. If there was any conscious left in him, it was too late. Nothing could keep him from the incredible sensation that loomed just over the horizon. "You MUST tell me … or face severe discipline." Isabelle held fast to the loyalty she had with her friends. Besides, deep down she wanted the discipline that the headmaster seemed to threaten. And so, in the throws of passion she had never known before, she persisted in the negative, "But I can't, Headmaster. They're my friends. I can't be a tattle tail." Little did she know he was cheering her on, hoping against hope she would provide him some small measure of excuse to keep going. "You MUST," he repeated as he forced his shaft through the obstruction with mock anger. "I CAN'T!" she screamed, as he penetrated her, taking from her that precious gift she could never give again. The pain was harsh, but ecstasy rode over the top and carried her to new heights of pleasure. She was filled, and he remained there, not pulling out, not moving at all, except for the effects of his labored breath above her. Through gritted teeth, the headmaster spoke again, "If you do not tell me the name of each girl that has licked your vagina," he paused for effect, and to maintain composure, "then I will have to discipline you every day until you come to your senses." Isabelle panted softly, "I won't tell you, Headmaster." And with more forceful resolve, "I won't!" The headmaster looked into the young girl's eyes. The two of them silently stood ground, not wavering, but each knew they wanted this. Only the very back of their minds tried to whisper how it was wrong. Neither dared entertain any thought that would deter them from continuing. "Then I have no choice," he said gruffly, and followed by slamming in and out of her virgin cunt with every ounce of energy at his disposal. Isabelle screamed in ecstasy, "Oh! Headmaster! Please forgive me!" The headmaster spoke only during thrusts, "I can't … forgive … you … until … you tell … me … their names." Isabelle alternated between deep harsh moans, and high squeals, "I … I won't! … I can't." "So be it," the headmaster declared through gritted teeth as his balls tightened up. She raked her nails down his back. "Please, Headmaster, please!" she yelled as she continued to scream and squeal in ecstasy. Headmaster Michaels sped furiously through the next several thrusts to get them in before holding fast and exploding deep within her womb. He held her tightly against him as he felt himself pulsate within her tight walls with each of several spurts. Isabelle felt it too, and moaned with each contraction around his pulsating member. "Oh, Headmaster! What have you done to me?" Now it was Headmaster Michael's time to buckle or maintain resolve. "I will exact discipline upon you every day, until you tell me the name of each girl who has licked you. You will report to my office at 4:30 each afternoon following your last lecture, until such time that you can be obedient. In addition, you should consider the leniency of my discipline. If you tell others, they will be jealous, and Miss Jacobs will find out. When she does, she will administer her own discipline to make up for it." "Yes, Sir," Isabelle pouted while feeling delighted inside. "Am I dismissed, Sir?" With a wicked grin, the headmaster answered, "Not until you clean up this mess." Isabelle started to pick up the tossed clothes. "This mess," he clarified by pointing to his limp shaft. Isabelle didn't seem shocked as she knelt before him and asked knowingly, "How would you like me to clean it, Sir?" "Lick it!" he commanded. "Yes, Sir," she responded as her warm, wet mouth encompassed his big shaft, making it grow again. Moments later, when the shaft was hard between her lips, she slid easily in both directions, and cleaned it quite well. But she didn't stop with cleaning. She flicked her tongue over the top to catch a drop of cum oozing from its tip. Then she licked her lips and swallowed deep. The headmaster was amazed at her apparent expertise. "Ooh," he groaned. "You've done this before. Haven't you, you dirty little girl?" "Only for the good grades I get from the male professors, Headmaster," she offered as she dropped her mouth back down over his cock, purposefully cramming him as far into her mouth as she could, feeling those little streams of cum slide down her throat. "Naughty! Naughty!" the headmaster's eyes went wild, both from her ministrations, and the information she just shocked him with. Isabelle held him deep in her mouth. She figured she was in control now, as she slid back up against simultaneous sucking, stopping just short of letting the head pop out of her mouth. Her tongue rolled all around it, feeling the veins and smooth skin. His pulses beat against her tongue. She grabbed the base of his shaft as her mouth slid quickly up and down. Her hand moved in time with her mouth, while her other hand massaged his heavy balls. To his delight, she groaned with pleasure. "You realize, my little slut," he spoke with a different tone, "you now have to tell me which professors you have done this with. Ooohh, Hmmm!" She knew what she was doing to him. "… or what, Headmaster?" she asked with mockery and amusement in her voice before crashing back down his shaft. "You challenge me, you dirty slut! Lean over the edge of the bed … NOW!" She let the hard cock pop out of her mouth once more as she contemplated the spanking she was about to receive. "Yes, Headmaster," she whimpered slightly, partly because she did not get to finish sucking him. But the headmaster did not step to the side of her to administer a spanking; he maneuvered between her legs, pulled her ass cheeks apart with his thumbs and positioned the head of his solid shaft at the back of her ass. "You asked for it!" Suddenly realizing what was happening, Isabelle became frantic. "Oh, Headmaster!" she gasped, "No one's ever even seen my bottom, much less touched it." "Names?" the headmaster said simply. "I can't, Sir. I don't want to get them fired, Sir!" She would not make the mistake of mouthing off to the headmaster again … or would she. "NAMES!" He smacked her right ass cheek with his right hand, immediately eliciting a continuation of earlier pains. Again she squealed, "I can't! I don't want to get them fired, Sir." "Last chance! NAMES!" SMACK! SMACK! His pre-cum provided some coating, and he reached his left hand around her hip to gather some juices remaining at her pussy lips and provide further lubricant for her anal opening. Isabelle couldn't quite fathom what he was doing, just that each touch sent shock waves through her body. She felt him rub around her little hole, but mostly she felt the sting of his right hand as she sobbed loudly, "I … can't, Sir. I just can't! It would kill me to know I was the cause of their termination!" Excellent, the headmaster thought … an excuse for what he was about to do, and assurance that she could keep a secret … his secret. He grabbed her hips and thrust his shaft deep into her tight little hole. Isabelle grabbed the bed beneath her and screamed with pain and pleasure. "Oh God!" the headmaster breathed as he held firm within her bowels. The pressure on his shaft was beyond his experience. He could feel the rumble of an earthquake deep down begin to surface. His body was about to shake, he was sure, and he began to pull back and thrust again, and again, before it was too late. Isabelle moaned and pushed back against the headmaster. She never dreamed of such feelings as juices ran down her legs. Even as he called her a disobedient wench, a wave of stimulation flowed through her and caused her body to shake uncontrollably. Both of them thought of her pussy at nearly the same time. She reached down to rub herself, and he found her there with his exploring hand a moment later. "You slut! You're feeling yourself, aren't you?" With her other hand, she held on to the sheets for dear life. "Yes, Headmaster …" she gasped, "but only because I thought you might approve." "You should NEVER feel yourself," the headmaster instructed emphatically. "But … but … Headmaster, why not?" she whined. "Because," the headmaster pressed his own fingers passed hers and began rubbing her clit, "only a MAN should touch you there." "A man like you, Headmaster?" she asked knowingly. "Yes," he answered as he continued pumping her ass, "a man like ME!" "Mmmmm, yes, Headmaster," she purred softly, pushing against him. The seduction of her answer sent him over the top. He stiffened deep within and unloaded his second climax within her gorgeous body. Isabelle screamed in ecstasy again and again. "Oh Headmaster! Thank you!" "You WILL learn obedience," he declared, "though it appears it will be the 'hard' way." He smirked at the double meaning. "Yes, Headmaster," she responded with eyes lowered in submission. But disobedience was so much fun, she thought. She looked forward to submitting herself for discipline each day. As Headmaster Michaels walked past the hoard of girls heading toward the dorm behind him, he snickered with two final thoughts. Isabelle may have missed seeing the 'Nut' cracker … but he didn't! By the same token, who was really the 'head' master? 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"We're nearing the market now" said Dak as he and Anya landed the ship and hopped out of the cockpit due to it lifting when opened. "how much money do you have brother?" asked Anya. "I got about 50,000 dollars but I plan to buy more magic. From what I heard, a single orb is worth 10,000 so I should have about five orbs by the end of today." said Dak as they walked into market. They couldn't land the ship in it because the market place was a narrow alley instead of an actual wide market. Shops lined the walls of the alley none the less. Finally, he found a very rich looking merchant who was selling magical orbs. "can I help you?" asked the merchant kindly. She was a kangaroo and wore a red tank top shirt with blue jean pants. She had her right ear pierced with a large thin gold ring that was about as big around as a human wrist. "What kind of magic do you have?" asked Dak. "Well I got lightning bolt, healing rain, acid cloud, you name it." she said. "If you have a spell already, I can upgrade it by merging the same spell in you again. This can be done three times per spell" she said. "I'll take two fire balls then and two lightning blasts and finally a acid cloud" said Dak. After spending all his money, he was holding his orbs. He took about three minutes merging them all into him but he had the magic power racing in him none the less. He now has a fully upgraded fire ball, a level 2 lightning blast, and level one acid cloud. Suddenly, they heard a voice yelling. "Step right up folks and try your magical orbs..." shouted an elephant from a podium. "The fifth annual magic contest is about to begin." he said. "I'll join!" shouted Dak as the elephant saw him. "and my friend, indeed you shall." said the elephant as he went over the rules. "You may battle with any means you see fit but this is mostly a magic contest. Please treat it as such. Also, you are not to kill your opponent." and with that, the contest was on. All the combatants were lead to an arena where thousands of bystanders were watching them. "Let the battle commence!" shouted the elephant. Almost instantly, magic started blazing around the field, launched by several competitors eager to show they were superior. "Now to try my acid cloud!" shouted Dak as he flung his hands up into the air and a cloud of acid vapor was sent crackling across the ground towards a target in front of him. It hit a heavily armored rhino man and his armor was melted off of him. "Now for a level two lightning blast" said Dak smiling as he powered up his spell. The electricity surged around his right arm, every now and then emitting sparks. He flung his arm forward and sent a surge of electricity towards a rat girl blasting her into a wall and pinning her there with static electricity. She went limp but was still alive. "Now for my final magic..." said Dak holding up both hands stretched to the sky. "level three fire ball!" an orb of fire and magma formed over him, again not harming him at all as it hovered and began to grow to enormous size. It was now the side of a car instead of a beach ball. "HERARGE!" grunted Dak hurling the ball with his magical energy at three cat sisters who were powering up a spell combo. The ball hit them directly and exploded into fire sending all three cats into random directions and skidding across the floor. "We have a winner!" shouted the elephant as Dak fell to his knees. "But it looks like he spent to much magical power, he'll need a quick rest." said the announcer as Dak crawled out of the stadium. "Brother, you can't use such high level magic repeatedly. It drains the body" said Anya as she poured cool water on Dak's forehead. The elephant announcer approached him smiling. "Well done mister Dak, you win the prize... a sacred spell. There are 15 in all..." Dak sat up and looked at the elephant. What kind of spell?" he asked. "The spell of time stop. It stops time for one real world minute giving you time to defeat an opponent or flee. Everything in time except it's caster is frozen in time so you can do whatever you like for one minute in your time before time unfreezes." and with that, the elephant presented a platinum orb Dak took it and merged with it. As he did so, his fur color changed slightly brighter. "How much magic can one person merge with?" asked Anya. "It is believed magic is the life force of this planet and when one merges with magic, they merge with the planet's life itself. The higher level a magic is upgraded, the stronger the bond to that element of life is. There are more fire spells than simply fire ball but your brother is greatly connected to the spirit of fire as it is. The sacred spells are said to be the physics of the planet. Merge with all 15, and you literally become the god of the planet itself. Each time a person wins the contest, they are promoted to a higher rank and given stronger opponents. Win 15 tournaments... you win all 15 sacred spells... The tournaments are held once the current reigning champion dies and his sacred magic is restored to orb form. Will you take on level 2?" asked the elephant. "Not now..." said Dak. The elephant smiled. "My name is Haki By the way. The tourneys are held once every week. This was the first." he said a he walked away. "so brother, how's your magic recovered?" asked Anya. "well enough..." Said Dak "But I feel such power from the time stop spell... it's as if I actually am made out of magic..." he sighed and stood up. "Come on, let's go home... Yiffing to come, don't worry...	Planet of Magic chap 2 by Xercs	[ "Elephant", "Fighting", "Hyena", "Magic" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 4, "longest_sentence": 40, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 85, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence" ], "score": 7 }	7	false
Welcome to Yiffstar High, I'm Cy! Unlike any other story, this one is completely interactive! All the characters I introduce will be created by YOU, the readers. Enroll yourselves with a simple e-mail, and see your character's story play out within my school! This first chapter is orientation, giving you a glimpse of the world I intend to create within the walls of Yiffstar High. Gender, species, sexuality, no discriminations will exist within these walls. If you like what you see, please enroll, send me a brief e-mail saying you want in at and I'll hit you right back with all the specifications I'll need to write you in! So welcome to Yiffstar High, and I hope to see you here for enrollment soon! After 15 minutes of building up your confidence, you step out of your car slowly. With a nervous twitch of a paw you glance up nervously at your new school. Whether your a transfer or a new freshman, the first day at a new school always seems to bring the same butterflies to your stomach, and the same chill down your spine. Glancing at your reflection in the window of your car, you fix your hair nervously and put one paw in front of the other on your way toward the giant glass doors that the other students are streaming through. The first thing that catches your eye is the diversity. Students of all species and looks are striding through the doors ahead of you. To your shock you even spot several humans, but hey, the brochure had said, "A place unlike any other." Stumbling slightly at the top step, glancing about with a nervous smile, but shockingly none laughs. Fixing your backpack, you take the few short steps through the doors, as they close behind you a new chapter in your life begins to unfold. "Hey there quick feet!" a voice jeers from your right. Your ears fold back slightly, "So someone did see me trip..." you think to yourself. Turning to face him your eyes widen slightly as a handsome fox bounces up to you playfully. "Sorry," he says, ears drooping slightly, "as usual I try to be funny and suck..." he reaches a paw behind his head, scratching it nervously. Despite the initial shock you allow yourself a faint trace of a smile. "A-HA!" he yips excitedly his ears darting back up, "I saw that! The name's Cy... Cy Leer." he says extending his black paw. "Hello.." you murmur. "Hello to you!" he replies, "Don't want to tell me your name? No problem you can fill me in later." he says with a quick wink. "You're excused from classes your first day, so why don't you let me show you around!" Cy grabs your paw quickly and starts pulling you down the hall. As you pass classrooms you glance in, catching quick peeks at vast amounts of furs seemingly enjoying their class time. "Wierd..." you think to yourself. "Yiffstar High can be a dangerous place if your not prepared!" yips Cy excitedly, letting go of your paw and spinning to face you. "I hope your not too reserved..." You glance at him slightly puzzled, he seems to catch on immediately. "Observe," he says, turning to a door to his left, "The student lounge." Cy places a paw on the door and pushes it open quickly. You can't help but give a small gasp as the door reveals an attractive male wolf, mounting an extremely pretty female rabbit. "Hello Tirice, Maria." Cy laughs. "Fuck Cy," says the wolf as he continues his quick thrusts, the rabbit moaning gently, "you can at least knock or something..." "Yeah you d-d-dick," moans the rabbit, her bare breasts pulsing with every thrust Tirice gives her, "either get on or get out!" she adds with a mischievous grin. "Have fun!" says Cy, pushing your jaw closed and grabbing your paw to pull you into the hall again. "See what I mean?" he asks playfully as he closes the door. "You'll come to see," he says pulling you down a wide hall, lined with lockers on one side, and billboards on the other, "that we don't tend to discriminate here. Species, sexuality, likes, dislikes, there's always someone to be friends with here, and hey if worst comes to worst, I'll be your friend!" Cy gives you his toothy smile once more, "I know that I'm the last person you'd want to be stuck with, but hey, beggars can't be choosers right?" Cy opens a door quickly pulling you inside, flicking on a light he reveals two felines, a tall handsome tiger, and a short well built Lynx, both dressed solely in a school football jersey. You catch a quick glimpse of the larger Male thrusting into the smaller before they roll off the table an out of sight. "Jerry!? Todd!?" Cy laughs in his infectious way, "Since when were you guys off the straight train?" "Cy you prick," laughs who you assume to be Jerry, "You scared the shit out of us, you mind turning off the lights and leaving so we can finish up?" "Sure thing guys," chuckles Cy pulling you toward the door and flicking the lights, "I'm throwing a party next weekend when my parents go outta town. You two better be there, there'll be plenty of drinks and privacy if you catch my drift. I'm sure I can reserve you two a room with no risk of interruptions." Cy flashes a quick smile before closing the door and ruffling his slightly messy hair. "You can never stop getting surprised here," he sighs, "but why would you want that anyway?" he says hitting your arm playfully. "Hey Cy!" a voice echoes down the hall. Glancing up you catch a glimpse of a Hugon racing toward you. You stare in astonishment as he comes up, giving Cy a quick high five and a pat on the back before turning to you. He stands roughly six feet tall, seemingly a Husky but with many key differences. You stare at his face quickly, catching a glimpse of two eyes, one Canine, and the other dragon-like. His midnight black fur parts only along his spine, where spikes run from his head to the bottom of his back. He gives a set of wings a brief flap, pulling them comfortably into place again. "This is Tristian," Cy says with a smile, patting the Hugon on the back. Tristian takes a step forward and extends a paw toward you, "Tristian VonEksa," he says somewhat shyly, "it's a pleasure!" You shake his paw softly, surprised by his gentle, and charming demeanor. "This ones kinda cute," he says, glancing over at Cy, "make sure Cy shows you the way to Epic, that's the club I work at. Just find me there and I'll be sure to hook you up with anything you need." Tristian gives you another smile before turning and slapping Cy's paw again. "Catch you later Cy," he says, "Hope to see you around newbie." he shouts over his shoulder as he turns off into a staircase. "I've known Tristian since I first came here," says Cy, "he's one of the ones you gotta keep an eye on." Cy gives you a toothy grin, placing his arm around your shoulder and walking you back to the front doors. As you reach the parking lot once more Cy removes his arm from your shoulder, turning to face the school. "This!" he says happily, spreading his arms wide, "Is Yiffstar High! Every student here has a tale to tell. This is the place where anyone who wants their own legend can come! Stories unlike any other are sure to unfold within this terrific school. So what do you say?" Cy turns to face you with a smirk, "You think you can handle it?" So do you want in? If so be sure to give me a shout at ! I'll give you an e-mail back with the info I need to get your character in the series... Hope to see you around	Yiffstar High: Orientation by Cys Life	[ "Highschool", "Intro", "M/F", "M/M" ]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 13, "longest_sentence": 92, "num_participle_phrases": 2, "num_sentences": 93, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (6) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (13) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence" ], "score": 40 }	40	false
Designer Tail She itched her back, well as much as she could reach of it anyway. The skin burned where the tech had inserted the needles. “Are you sure about this?” She asked, trying not to peel her skin off her own back. The tech didn’t even look up from putting away the injectors. “Yeah, you’ll be fine in a few hours. Just give it time.” “It just itches so much.” She whined, rubbing at the small of her back. She swore she could already feel a raised bump there. The tech brushed off her complaints. “It’s normal, relax. In a few hours you’ll have a onef-a-kind look.” She “Yeah, until someone else does it.” “No one else has ever asked for this, and honestly, I had to make up this batch special for you. I promise you’ll be a hit with this.” The tech finally finished stowing his gear. Her gaze fell on him as she rubbed against a support beam in the apartment, her body on full display. It was clear he was trying not to stare at her naked body, not that he hadn’t had ample time to as he’d had her take off her clothes for the injections from her shoulders to her tail bone. She might have even been a little bad and wiggled a bit a few times to get his attention. He was a good-looking guy after all. “Look, I need to go, I have another client waiting.” She nodded, a bit disappointed he wouldn’t take some advantage of her, but right now the itch was driving the thoughts of sex from her mind. After he left, she turned to the bathroom. The full-length mirror on the door showed her back as definitely enflamed. There were small raised ridges starting to erupt from her spine, she could feel them pressing against her skin. She grimaced as the first one broke through, a dark tan color, not her favorite shade, but it worked for her. The heavy bones broke the skin, one after another as they trailed down her spine to her growing tail. She could see her tail. The skin already broken as dark tan plates began to coat the length of it. Heavier and firmer, it began to swing free, new lengths adding as it began to drift towards the floor. Shuddering slightly with the excitement she realized the plates were now coating the middle of her back, stretching between her shoulder blades downward, their dry hard exterior melding seamlessly between her spine and her new posterior. She wasn’t sure how long she stared as her body continued to change. Minutes? Hours? She wasn’t sure, nor was she sure she cared. She was fascinated by the appendage growing over her shapely posterior. Not that she disliked her posterior. It was firm and well rounded in it’s own right, but designer tails were in. She didn’t want the cat tail or dog tail like most women went for. Nor something mildly exotic like a giraffe. No, she wanted something unique. Her smile brightened as the length began to sweep the floor, the tip spreading wide into a heavy boney pendulum. She could feel it swaying, experimentally she gave it a swing only to have the pendulous growth slamming hard into the bathroom wall with a thud. She jumped slightly. Oh my, this was nice. No one was going to expect this at the party, certainly not from her. Carefully she pulled out the backless dress she’d chosen, custom designed to allow the tail to fit out the back, and pulled it up her curves, leaving her new back exposed, along with a good portion of the top of her ass. Not that she minded. She was always a bit of an exhibitionist, and tonight it was going to be clear she wasn’t wearing any panties either. Licking her lips, she wondered who would be willing to try to take her home. She could tell she was already wet from just thinking about the new opportunities to be kinky. Her heavy tail swayed at the possibilities of lifting for the right guy. After all, who else would think to chose a dinosaur tail for a dinner party? And one so unique as an ankylosaurus? She grinned as she finished tying the straps around her neck. With purse in hand, she began her descent to the streets below. She’d catch a ride to the party, and then the fun would begin.	null	[]	{ "has_passive_voice": true, "max_nested_clauses": 4, "longest_sentence": 48, "num_participle_phrases": 3, "num_sentences": 58, "is_complex": true, "reasons": [ "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence", "Contains passive voice", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence", "Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence" ], "score": 16 }	16	false
I couldn't believe it. After two years, complete with absolutely no contact and not so much as a passing hello, I was preparing for a night alone with him. Now that graduation had come and gone, the age of 18 had finally been reached, I could go on freely with my life. No more parents to condemn me to a life of dull conversations with life forms that had never so much as mumbled thoughts of sexual interactions. My mother would have to find another life to stick her nose in. I had finally been let go. What would had I chosen to do with this sudden freedom? Simple. I'd finally decided to catch up with that one boy who never quite left my mind. How was I planning on doing this? Even more simple. He had invited me to dinner at his parents' vacation cabin in the mountains. It wasn't really hard to hide that I was harboring some insecurities about a meeting in a secluded place. Hell, people stab bitches. After about a month of persuading, he finally changed my mind, and here I was, stepping into a slinky red dress, ready to rumble. Sure, it would be about an hours drive for a simple evening, but my heart told me that the time with him would be worth it. I could feel the excitement growing inside me as I squatted before my closet, picking out which shoes would go with the dress I had bought for the night. My body stiffened a bit. The memories of the last day we spent together still fumbled through my mind, showed up in my dreams, and seemed to always be there when I least expected. I moved from shoes to underwear. A bra wouldn't be necessary, so I picked out a black thong and slid it up over my hips. The promises I kept making to myself seemed valid at the time. We would go no farther than kissing, and probably not even that, the point was to catch up on two years of lost friendship. Even I knew that most of what I continued to tell myself was bullshit. Through the entire eight years of knowing each other, we'd never been capable of carrying on one conversation without sex being brought up once. Perhaps, to most people, that aspect would become more than a bother, but to me it was comforting. Comforting to know that I could be completely open about the desires I couldn't stop myself from having, and I had my share of discussions that told me I wasn't alone on that one. I stopped in front of my mirror. Originally I had never planned to put this much effort into how I appeared. When the plans had first been set, I'd figured I'd simply wear a simple t-shirt and some jeans, nothing too fancy. Where was the point in parading my body for a boy who may have completely changed? To my very limited knowledge, the boy could've moved on with many different girls in the two years I was completely absent from his life. The terms which we stood on still were not quite completely clear to me. For now, we were two friends who were trying to salvage some type of communication. I was fine with it being simply that. I think. My brown hair fell over my shoulders, covering up the amount of cleavage I had permitted myself to show. Good, I thought. There was no way I was going to make it extremely obvious what exactly I had on my mind. All I was certain of at that moment was that I better get my ass into the car and get going, or I would be late. After making one wrong left turn, ending up at three different dead ends, and almost running out of gas, I had finally made my way into the driveway of what looked like the right cabin. Picture perfect, the cabin was exactly what one would think of when imagining a mountain get away. A bit of jealousy began to grow inside me. Maybe if my parents had a secret mountain lodge, then Tyler and I could've gotten on with growing close again a long time ago. A deep breath. I wasn't exactly feeling so sure that I could handle this. However, looking at the log structure in front of me, it was quite easy to feel that things had progressed to the point of 'too late to turn back now.' As if to confirm my thoughts, just as I began to open the door to my car, he stepped out the front door. My eyes met his almost instantly, and boy was I surprised. His brown curly hair had grown at least 5 inches since I'd last seen him, and his body wasn't that far behind. If I had a yard stick, I'm almost certain he would've been a good foot taller than myself. Personally I liked a tall man, it helped with the sense of security. I'd never have days when I wouldn't feel safe if he was near. This could work. He walked closer, and already my head was spinning. With each step my heart was growing louder; I could almost feel it in my ears. Not hear it, but actually feel it pounding in my ear. Tyler had always had a way of doing nothing at all and still doing enough to make me sweat. It wasn't out of the question that assuming he could give me the look of death and my heart would still melt, but that's just an assumption. He flashed a quick smile; goose bumps rose on my arms. Instant charmer, that kid. "Well, don't you look pretty?" Maybe it was my imagination, but his voice sounded as shaky as my knees were feeling. More comfort, I thought. I wasn't the only one here who was nervous to the point of being queasy. I smiled sheepishly, wrapping my arms around him when he got close enough, suddenly finding myself engulfed in the heat of his skin against mine. Too many days had passed since I'd been able to feel that sensation, and now I couldn't help but discover how much I had really missed it. "You don't look so bad yourself, boy. You could do something with that mane you have hanging from the top of your head, though," I replied, tugging a little at his hair. Again, he smiled and laughed. Things between us seemed to have frozen in time; they were exactly the way they were when we'd ended. Both of us were standing there, wrapped in each others arms within the first two minutes of coming in contact. We stood there warm to each other, as if no time had passed at all. An awkward moment of just looking at each other presented itself. Soon he slid his arms from around my back and grabbed my hand in the 'excited little kid' fashion, and we were on our way through the front door. The smell of wood and pine hit my face as soon as I stepped in the door. A large spiral staircase stood to my left, hand-painted portraits filtered throughout the walls, and there was an odd green color shag carpet that was taking me by surprise. It was pretty to easy to see that the cabin was meant for vacations. It hadn't quite obtained that homey feeling. Tyler had laced his fingers with mine during the two seconds I dedicated to observing the place. Smooth. Continuing on into the house, I soon stood before a big screen T.V. mounted on the wall, and a quite adorable family space. Somehow, the typical mountain cabin had transformed into a hang out place for a bunch of teenagers. Bean bags were scattered throughout the large living area, a leather couch was set against one of the walls, and there was a closet displaying an expert collection of the latest board games. Some delicious smells were drifting from somewhere behind me. "So, what's on the menu, my dear?" I asked, turning to face him. "Well, I made an attempt at cooking you something, but after most of it went up in flames, I figured something a little more common might be the best solution for my lack of skills." He disappeared through a swinging door, but soon returned with a Papa John's pizza box in one hand and what looked like the smoldering remains of some type of meat in the other. A small laugh escaped me. We sat on the couch and both selected our first slice after Tyler had put an unheard of movie in the DVD player. I barely felt him at all when he slid his arm around my waist, but when I noticed, I wasn't about to object. I leaned against him, and got lost in the movie. Thunder echoed through the house at about 9:30. The movie had long ended and we found ourselves playing twister to the best of our abilities. Tyler had his right hand on red, left foot on blue, and I was pretty much spread across the entire board. We were both quickly learning that balance wasn't either of our strong suits. The news was now blaring as we bickered about Tyler's stomach coming dangerously close to making contact with the floor. Of course, He was pretty adamant that he was a good three inches from the floor, but I knew he was brushing the board. Apparently, using my foot to push him completely over wasn't the best choice for me, because he took me down with him. Our legs entangled together, he was positioned above me. "We're expecting heavy thunder storms throughout the night and into early morning tomorrow.." The weather report seemed to come out of thin air. Neither one of us had exactly being paying attention to the storm brewing outside, but now it was hard to ignore. Thunder again, somehow seeming closer this time. Glancing out the window at the lightning streaking through the sky, I sighed, storms had always made me uncomfortable. I think I'd always believed that I would end up becoming the one out of a million that would be struck by lightning. "I better get out of here before the roads get too bad." Even I could hear the disappointment in my tone. Tyler was still hovering above me, so close he could've easily stolen a kiss. At that moment all I was really taking in was the deep blue of his eyes, the absolutely perfect smoothness of his lips, and taking in the desire I was harboring for him to just go ahead and do it already. Laying underneath him, his upper body pressed against mine, I began to doubt his nerve, until I felt his fingertips brushing up my thigh. Again I felt my heart beating in my ears. Damn the rain, damn the storm. "It's not that bad, plus it'll probably let up if you stay a while." Sadness crept into his eyes, and I wanted with all my heart for more time, but I knew that if I didn't leave now, I'd end up getting stuck here, and that would be a sure fire way to lose what was forming into my freedom. I kissed him softly, savoring for a sweet moment the feel of his lips against mine, and pushed softly against his side, giving him the cue to position himself else where. "Another night, maybe I can stay longer, but I don't want to have any problems on the way home." He didn't even try to hide the solemn look rising on his face, and well, I wasn't doing too well at disguising it either. As I rose to my feet, I could feel his eyes on me, and stayed on me until I closed the front door behind me. Rain was pouring down so hard it was almost impossible to see my car already. This was not going to be easy. After preparing myself to embrace the cold rain, I stepped off the front porch. In the time it took me to negotiate through the rain to my car, my dress was clinging to my every curve. I didn't look forward to peeling it offer when I got home. My hands were shaking. The rain was so cold I was starting to lose feeling in most parts of my body. Why did this have to happen tonight? Of all fucking nights, it had to be tonight. I fumbled with my keys for at least another three minutes, which did not help the clothing situation. Without a doubt, the dress was completely ruined. Drops of ice cold rain continued to slide down my legs and over my breasts. I tried not to notice my nipples becoming stiff as I finally got the key into the car. The key turned in the lock refreshingly easy, and I was as good as gone. "Courtney!" Tyler's voice called to me. The rain covered up most of his volume, and I couldn't quite hear him completely. I glanced up, opening the driver door. He stood on the front porch, observing the rain and how severe the weather really looked. "Courtney!" he called again. It was officially evident that he wasn't going to brace the rain to tell me something. Shutting the door, I retreated back to the front porch. Standing in front of him, his eyes took a long glance at my soaked body. The outline of my breasts wasn't hidden at all anymore, and my nipples were peaking through the fabric with ease. When he decided to look me in the eyes again, I almost could've sworn I heard the trace of lust when he spoke. "The roads," he gulped, trying to regain his composure, "are flooded. No one can get anywhere." My eyes took their turn at examining, and a bulge was beginning to be evident in his jeans. It was my turn to feel lust, now. I sighed, and walked back inside. As Tyler opened the door for me, the cold air rushed out and hit me with an unexpected force. When I stepped inside, I found myself almost wishing I were back in the storm. Rain dripped off of my hair and onto the carpet, as well as trailing over every inch of my skin. I wasn't all that disappointed that I didn't have to face a literal mountain of curvy roads in the condition the weather was currently in. I turned to face Tyler again. "I suppose I'm stuck here." Apparently, Tyler was noticing my nipples even more now that I'd stepped into good lighting. He nodded, his eyes continuing to wander. Suddenly, I felt myself over come with a sensation of being extremely playful, I reached around and started unzipping my dress, being extremely careful to not show more skin than needed. Slipping the fabric underneath my breasts, but covering them up with my arms, I sighed and smiled. "It looks like this dress won't qualify for clothing much longer." Beads of water were still running over my cleavage, and I almost wished for a mirror. I knew this could be more than he could take. Tyler's face was almost as shocked as I'd ever seen anybody be. He began stumbling with his words. "Uhm yeah," he closed his eyes and tried to calm down. "Let me, well, find something a little...well, uh," He shook his head and tried again, "A little more dry." Before he turned to walk away, I grabbed his arm, and pulled him against me. I let my hands slide down from my tits and let them press against him, and I held him in a hug. I could feel his cock pressing against my hip. Before letting him go, I covered myself and watched him turn and disappear. I zipped my dress enough to where I wouldn't have to hold my cleavage. Ty didn't return right away, and I knew it was because he had to calm himself before he went over the edge. Maybe I had gone too far, but I didn't care. That boy had spent years being a tease to me, and I wasn't about to let the score remain uneven. When Tyler finally returned with a t-shirt and some boxers, the firmness of his cock wasn't quite as evident, but it was still there. I decided to save him too much torture, or, well, too much temptation, and went into the bathroom to change. Peeling off my dress was everything that I had dreaded. Removing that material from my skin made more goose bumps appear, and I couldn't stop myself from shivering. I suddenly couldn't understand why news reports had to wait until I'd gotten completely uncomfortable in the freezing rain. Well, I wasn't completely hateful toward the situation; so far it'd given me quite a lot of entertainment. Leaning over the sink, I attempted to ring most of the moisture from my hair. The thong I had chosen to wear was wetter than my dress had been, and was already rubbing me the wrong way. I had kind of hoped to salvage at least that much of my outfit, but it wasn't going to happen. I slipped them off as well, picking up my dress and laying it on the counter, and stepped into the boxers I'd been provided with. Kind of cute, I thought. Boyish, but still kind of sexy. I added the t-shirt and walked back into the living space. Tyler was sitting on the couch, a pillow covering his crotch. Apparently, my little game had left a longer lasting effect on him that I had originally counted on. I turned around, showing off the edited ensemble, and smiled. "It's no dress, but I wouldn't say I look completely horrible." He kind of grunted with a smile. "I'm going to take that as a compliment." I said playfully. I sat beside him, making sure to keep the T-shirt from covering up too much of legs. His eyes met mine, and I simply smiled. It was almost as if he had suddenly become more confused about what had happened earlier, but damn it, perhaps if he had kept himself from running his fingers over my thigh, I wouldn't have started my game. I reclined on the couch and stretched. "So, looks like you have to put up with me for at least one night." I said. "I'll try not to dread it too much," He replied, pinching me on the leg. "Yeah, and I'll try to keep myself from throwing up," I laughed. To my surprise, he removed the pillow from his lap and crawled on top of me, and slid his legs between mine, hovering above my face so closely that I could feel his breath. My body was back to being pressed tightly against his, and his hard on was pressing right above my pussy. He whispered into my ear "Oh, I know throwing up is going to be the farthest thing from your mind." The light feeling of his hot breath into my ear had me growing wet quickly, and he continued to press his leg between mine. And then, he bit my ear softly, tugging even softer with his teeth. By then, I was completely over the edge. Then he was gone. He went back to sitting on his side of the sofa, and left me with my breath stuck in my throat, my heart beating harder than ever, and my pussy being absolutely soaked. Touché, kid, Touché. An hour later, we were both wrapped up in a blanket on the couch just talking about what had happened over the time we'd been apart, who we'd seen, what we'd done. Neither one of us had the nerve to ask any sexual questions, nor was there the need to. Both of us were sitting there thinking about sex, each of us not trying to hide it, but we weren't ready to talk about it. "Lets play a game." I said, eying the game closet. "Like what?" My eyes moved from monopoly to the Titanic board game, through clue and Sorry! Revenge formed itself quickly in my mind, and I simply said "Truth or dare?" I sat up and looked him in the eyes, his look said to me "I'm on for this." His voice was almost aggressive. "Truth or dare, Courtney?" Thinking, considering, I didn't want to start this out on a bad note. "Truth." "You're a pussy," he pinched my leg again. "It's the first question; we have plenty of time for the good stuff. Now, go." I kicked him softly. "What were you thinking when you were pressing your wet body against me?" A sly smile crept onto his lips, and from then on I knew this had absolutely no potential of being boring. I softly licked over my lips and considered my answer. "That's pretty easy actually," I flipped my almost dry hair over my shoulder, "I was simply wanting to let you feel how completely wet I was." His glance moved straight from my eyes to the boxers I was in, and he snickered. "I think I got to feel a bit more than that," his eyes were still over my crotch, and even his gaze was getting me aroused. I put my finger under his chin, pushing up until his eyes met mine again, and said softly "That was a bit of the point too, I suppose." He shifted. My turn to ask the question. "Truth or dare, Ty?" "Truth." I laughed quite loudly at that. "Now who's the pussy?" "Shut up and ask me the question." He was laughing too. "Hm," I wanted to make this good. I'd been put over the edge, and there was very little hope of me going back. "Well, what were you feeling when I was pressed against you?" I simply wanted him to say it because I knew that would get him remembering it in great detail. There wasn't a chance he wouldn't get a little hard again. He cleared his voice, a sign that my wishes were about to be granted. "Well," he moved a little closer to my face, "I felt your nipples pressing against me." A little shake was apparent in his voice; I hadn't really remembered him being this shy. "And, then I felt my cock getting hard." Bingo. That boy was never shy. "I felt that pretty well myself," I glanced as his crotch, and I knew his cock was growing firm again, "Just like I can kind of see it now." For once, he actually didn't try to cover it up. He sat there with his cock growing in his jeans, and I was glad. Looking at it wasn't exactly a black mark on the night. "Truth or dare?" He whispered. "Dare." He reached over me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me closer, and again I felt his fingers on my thigh. As he cleanly looked me in the eyes, he rested my hand against his stiff cock. I massaged against him softly. My fingers found the outline of his shaft, and pulled against him softly. He pressed his lips firmly against mine, parting them with his tongue. In a matter of moments, I was on top of him, my hand fully in his jeans. My hand was wrapped firmly around the shaft of his cock, jerking him at a good pace, and I was massaging my tongue against his. He pulled away, looking me again in the eyes, and breathing heavy. "I should...go to sleep." I breathed against his lips. In well swift move, I stood up and put my hands on my hips. "Where do you want me to sleep?" I felt bad for the familiar disappointment I saw on his face. Just as swiftly, he was zipped and buttoned again, and we were completely composed. "Truth or dare?" he asked me again. I was a little bit confused. "Ty, it's not even my turn." "Truth or dare?" "Dare.." "You're sleeping in my bed." As we crawled into bed I noticed that Tyler was wearing much less than I had imagined. A pair of boxers hung loosely from his hips. Before he turned away from me he kissed me softly, and I almost felt as if I'd lost my only chance just to be a little coy. I closed my eyes, and attempted to go to sleep. The rain continued beating against the window, and within an hour I could hear Tyler's heavy breathing. Sleep wouldn't find me, so I preoccupied myself with looking at his peaceful face. His breath rose and fell; I wondered what he was dreaming about. I simply had one thing on my mind. Or, well, if you want to be completely specific, it was a couple of different things. The feeling of his stiff cock in my hand, the feeling of his teeth tugging at my ear, and maybe best of all, the feeling of his hard cock on my body as I pressed my soaked skin against his. So many things had happened tonight that had gotten me purely aroused, and yet I hadn't had one orgasm. I merely was not completely satisfied. The kiss lingered in my mind the most. Nothing could ever be more intimate than his tongue softly pressing against mine. However, that ever present feeling of his cock in my hand was stiff competition. Excuse the pun. I wasn't really fighting it, but my pussy was growing the wettest it had been all night. The anticipation of feeling him, the actual occurrence, and the slight dissatisfaction that I hadn't gotten at least a little bit of his cum on my skin was making me painfully horny. I pushed my hand underneath the elastic waist of the boxers he'd loaned me. As I looked at his face, I longed for his tongue to be against mine again, for his cock to be in my hand. My fingers were slipped between my wet slit, and I couldn't help myself from rubbing my clit in soft circles. Pushing the boxers back down my hips and completely off, I slid a cold finger inside myself. My body shuddered in reaction. I hadn't really realized how freezing my hands were, but the warmth of my pussy wrapped around my index finger was outstandingly amazing. Slipping another finger inside me easily, I wiggled them only slightly. By this time, my cunt was absolutely soaked. I could easily feel my juices on my thighs. It had been a long time since I could remember myself being so turned on. A small moan left my lips. I was pretty positive that I could do this without becoming too boisterous. Pushing the fingers deeper, I wiggled them harder against my walls. Another soft moan. Rubbing my clit a little faster, I began pushing my fingers in and out of me. My back arched on its own, and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to finish this up. I pumped my fingers in and out of me a little faster, trying my hardest to move them without shaking the bed. My teeth were clenching, and I bit my lip hard. Shit, this was going to be harder than I imagined. Tyler's weight shifted, and his eyes shot open. Completely frozen, I hoped he wouldn't have noticed anything. "What are you doing awake, babe?" He mumbled. I let out a small grunt, "I...don't know really." Was what I tried to push through my lips. My hands were completely frozen, two fingers half way inside my dripping cunt, the other hand had a finger positioned right above my clit, and I had to make this look natural. This time, I shifted, but I couldn't pull my fingers out without it being obvious. Shit, why had I been so stupid? And, damn it, why did he have to wake up? I was so close. My pussy lips ached. My body needed to cum, but it looked like fate was adamant against it. "You should really," His fingers found my thigh and slid up to the wet lips of my pussy, "Let me do that for you." Sliding my fingers out, his fingers were replacing mine before I even had the chance to process what was happening. He thrust his fingers deeper inside me than mine would go, and I couldn't control myself. A loud moan of ecstasy escaped me. I scooted closer to him, and almost had to resist attacking his lips. I kissed him deeply, my tongue sliding inside his mouth instantaneously. His tongue was quick to find mine, and we were back where we had been downstairs. Two of his fingers were sliding in and out of my pussy, his eyes filled with a look of lust that I'd never experienced. The boy had always known what I liked. He thrust his fingers in me again, another moan escaping me, and wiggled his fingers. My moaning was a little louder then. Then, I felt it. The head of his cock was pushed through the hole in his boxers, and was proudly resting against my legs. My hands didn't hesitate; I wrapped them tightly against his shaft. My fingers traced over the head of his cock. My other hand found the base of his balls, and I began massaging him. I found my pace and began jerking him firmly, biting on his neck. The length of his cock was surprising, as was the degree of his hard on. Tyler began pushing his fingers inside me with more force, they were deeper than I could've managed, or even imagined, and I was already feeling the release building inside of me. My finger tips slid over his balls, my other hand jerking at his hard cock with as much force I could manage without being painful. Somehow my back had become arched at almost painful angle; I knew I couldn't hold myself back. "Oh Fuck, Tyler!" I tried my best to not scream. My entire body was shivering as my orgasm shot over me. My breath was heavy and hot, and I could feel my cum sliding over Ty's fingers. Sliding them out of me, he licked the wetness off of his fingers. "I've imagined that so many times," he whispered. I took just a second to catch my breath. The best orgasms I'd ever had were always with him, and boy had I missed them. I smiled, and kissed him, tasting my cum on his lips. Fuck, I was already getting wet again. "I think," I started kissing down his stomach, "that I owe you a little something." I half intended him to protest, instead, I felt his hand pushing my head down to his cock. Like I said, that boy always knew what I liked. I found myself right above his cock, staring me in the face. I had a few tricks I couldn't wait to try out. Slowly, my tongue pressed against the head of his cock. Circling the head I slid only the tip into my mouth. I continued to circle the head with my tongue, only softly sucking. My hands were still massaging a little more firmly against his balls. His breathing became a little more heavy; my cue for the teasing to be over. I forced the length of him completely inside my mouth, the tip pressing down my throat, my tongue massaging against the shaft with as much force as I could manage. A small moan came from Tyler. Soon his hands were running through my hair, and he began tugging on it. Cue one of my biggest turn ons. I slowly slid the length of him out of me, and pushing it back in quickly. I did my best to take in every inch with every thrust of him inside my mouth. As I picked up my speed, he moaned a little louder. My hair was being tugged harder. For a few minutes, he thrusted inside my mouth, meeting my attempts to take all of him in my throat with great force. He pulled me my mouth off and pulled me above the sheets. Looking at me over for a split second, he pulled me on top of him, and quickly grabbed my tits, massaging the nipples between his fingers. Stopping him briefly, I slid off my shirt. Tyler's eyes were on fire. My tits were perfectly above him, and my nipples may have been harder than when I was in the rain. In an awkward way, Tyler pulled the boxers off of both of us, and simply looked up at me for a second. In turn, I grabbed my tits, pressing them up and licking around my nipples, biting them softly. Tyler's hands found my hips, again, and thrust me down upon all of his cock. The surprise was so great that my head was spinning, and the smile on his face was even greater. I began to attempt to push myself up and down his shaft, but he shook his head. The grip on my hips became tighter, and he began thrusting inside of me. I leaned my head back and bit my lip. Tyler's thrust began speeding up, his cock pushing against the most intimate parts of my body. The speed he was going was forming beads of sweat on my forehead, and I wasn't even the one doing the work. His balls were hitting against my pussy, and I could feel his cock pulsing as he continued to thrust inside of me. I was losing control fast. The muscles in my cunt were contracting around his cock, becoming a little more tighter. "Ah, fuck, Courtney." His moaning made me clench a little more. My body was already tingling. I was panting as he continued to pound my warm pussy, and I felt a shiver break over my spine. I couldn't help but scream his name. With one last thrust, he pushed me all the way down on his cock. I felt his cock pulse again, and my orgasm rose once again. My fingers were digging into his sides as I held him. He leaned his head back fiercely, and pushed me down on his cock a little harder. I felt ropes of his cum inside me, one after another. He kept himself buried inside my wet cunt until he emptied himself completely inside my pussy, and let me collapse on top of him. Our breath was completely in sync, his cock still deep inside of me, I could feel the mix of our juices sliding down the base of his balls. When he finally slid completely out of me, he let out another small moan. I couldn't manage a sentence. My whole body was still shaking, and I could see his cock was still sticking firmly into the air. "Courtney.." he barely even whispered. "Yes, babe?" My voice was even more unsteady. "I never went to sleep." Note: THIS IS A STORY WITH MORE THAN 1 CHAPTER. AND THIS IS JUST CHAPTER ONE.	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Lt. Williams looked up at the gray sky. The heavy overcast had grounded all flights as it seemed this weather had socked all the airbases and extended across the continent. He was thankful for the day off. He and the crew of "Tantalizing Takeff" had completed a dozen missions and so for only one crew member, Roberts, the right waist gunner had been hit. Even that would be stretching it as he slammed his fingers while clearing a jam in his .50 cal machine gun on their last flight. O'Rourke, the other waist gunner, had found a 4 leaf clover upon returning from the first mission and had pinned it to his flight suit. He took to painting one at his station after each mission and one the crew took it a step further. Now a 4 leaf clover was stenciled over the entry door and each crew man patted it upon getting in for luck. The word around the base was the ship was "special". Something to do with the serial number or some other dumb thing. Lt. Archer, the co-pilot, was convinced it was Williams' piloting skills, that somehow Williams just knew where to be in the sky. Aaron knew better. It was just dumb luck. No 4 leaf clover, no prayer, could save them if their time was up. Yesterday was a prime example. It was a milk run, a hop across the Channel to the Pas de Calais, to bomb some military installation. There was fighter cover and clear skies. The flak was light too. As they began the bomb run, the B-17 on their starboard disappeared in flash. It seemed it was hit in the bomb bay by some flak and was gone. There were no survivors. Of the 75 planes that took part in the raid, it was the only one that failed to return. Aaron headed down the sidewalk in Duckworth. It hadn't changed since he was here two weeks ago but then again, it hadn't changed in fifty years. He was headed for a date with Bridget. It had been two weeks since he had been with her and the memory was still fresh in his mind. He was able to lose himself in her warm, soft body that night and he needed to lose himself again. He wasn't sure about how he felt about her. He enjoyed her company and conversation that night. As far as the sex, she was responsive and willingly. He felt she was more than just someone to romp in the hay with but how much more? One thing he was sure of as he stopped in front of the local flower shop. He noticed it was about 10 minutes before closing and he knew that his timing was perfect. He could see her standing behind the counter as he entered. He knew nothing about her except her name, well, at least her last name, Mrs. Scottsdale. Obviously she was married but where was Mr. Scottsdale? In the service? Maybe she was divorced. It didn't matter. Since he literally ran into her, he had a desire to meet her again, to talk, and to get to know her. There was something about her that intrigued him. She looked up from her work. "Why, hello, Lieutenant," She smiled as she spoke. "May I help you with something?" There it was. That sparkle in her eyes he first noticed. "Yes, you can," he replied. "I'm looking for some flowers, small bouquet, for a lady." "Any special ones?" "No, not really. I was hoping you could help me. Perhaps you could tell me what you like." "All right." She moved from behind the counter. Aaron watched her walk towards some flowers across the store. There was something about her that reminded him of the girls from Princeton. There was an air about her. The way she walked and moved showed one who was confident and sure of herself. She acted like she was use to a life far from this flower shop and Duckworth. He watched her closely. "How about these," she said turning to him and showing him some daisies. Aaron took a second to answer her as his mind was elsewhere. "Uh, yes, sure. What ever you say." He mumbled. She frowned at him and placed a hand on her hip. "Did you hear anything I said, Lieutenant?" "Yes,yes," he replied, "They are fine." He moved closer to her. He wasn't sure if it was her perfume or the flowers he smelled but it was heavenly. He smiled. Vicki looked up into his face. Suddenly she felt strange and confused. There was something about him that awoke some long lost feelings within her. She felt cornered. "Good," She attempted to move by him but it seemed as they moved, they blocked their way. Aaron started to laugh and it was infectious. She joined in. Aaron stepped aside. "Sorry." "Anything else, Lieutenant? A card perhaps?" "Yes, just a note." Aaron was now standing across the counter from her. "And something else." He took a small card and wrote on it. "Yes, Lieutenant?" He looked right at her. "Your name. Don't you think it's a little silly you calling me Lieutenant and me, well?" Vicki laughed for the second time today. "You're right. It is Victoria Scottsdale. My friends call me Vicki." "Very pleased to meet you. May I call you Vicki?" "By all means," She actually felt herself blush. "Vicki, I'm Aaron Williams." "Aaron. I like it. It suits you." "Thank you. Now that is done, what do I owe you, Vicki?" He reached into his pocket and placed a pile of coins and paper on the counter. "I can't make any sense of your money." Vicki sorted through the pile and took the correct change. When she was done, she handed him his bouquet, now tied up in a bright bow. Aaron took the flowers, put the note under the ribbon, and handed them back to her. "What is this about?" Vicki asked. There was note of confusion in her voice. "Please read the note." It read; 'I'm sorry about the vase. Let me make it up to you." "I don't understand." "Look, I would like to see you again. You know, take you to a movie or something. Please." She looked down at the card. What would it hurt? She thought. Not really believing what she was saying, she said, "Yes, Aaron, yes, you may." "Great! It's a date. When I get another pass, we'll go. Don't change your mind." He wheeled and left the shop. "Till then." As Vicki watched him go, a voice came from behind her. "Good for you, Victoria." Her mother put her hand on Vicki's shoulder. "I don't know, Mother. We'll see." Aaron hustled over to Bridget's flat. He had a little extra spring in his step. Was it because he just wrangled a date from Victoria Scottsdale or was it because he was going to meet Bridget? He didn't know nor did he care. He felt good and that was all that matter right now. If Bridget was willing, he might feel even better. He knocked loudly on her door and then walked in. "Bridget!" he yelled. "What are you doing?" Bridget slammed the door to the bedroom. "I'm not even dressed yet." "Doesn't matter." He shouted through the door. "We're staying in tonight." The door swung open. She came out covered in a cheap kimono wrap. "What do you mean? Staying in?" Aaron was emptying his pockets on the table. "Look, I brought some SPAM, some real butter, sugar, and a small can of milk. Do you have any eggs? Potatoes?" "Yes. Eggs are in the icebox and the potatoes are in the lower cabinet. Not many, I'm afraid. Let me get dressed and I'll cook them up." He was already rattling through the pots and pans. "Don't bother. I'm cooking for us tonight." For the first time, he looked at her. The kimono barely covered her body but enough to leave something for the imagination. Aaron walked over and put his arms on her shoulders. "You look good enough as you are." He kissed her and he felt her yield to him. He could take her now, make love right then but he stopped. "I'll start dinner." Bridget never had a man cook for her. Her dad never cooked anything. It was always her mum. It made her feel a little uncomfortable but after the first bite she knew she could grow to like it. Aaron prepared some fried SPAM, scrambled eggs cooked in real butter, fried potatoes, and best cup of tea she had tasted in a while. They sat in silence as they ate, enjoying the meal but even that felt right. As they finished, Aaron broke the quiet. "I almost forgot. These are for you." With that he pulled out a pair of nylon stockings and handed them to her. "Oh, Aaron!" Bridget squealed. "I haven't had a pair of these, well, in a long time. I'll put them right now. You're such a dear." With that she hugged him and ran off to the bedroom. It seemed like just seconds when she returned. "Are my seams straight?" she said turning around. Aaron reached out and pulled her towards him. She sat on his lap, her legs straddling his. He kissed her. Lightly at first but her lips parted, inviting a deeper, more passionate kiss. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling on it gently. Bridget tossed her head back, exposing her neck. Aaron greedily began to kiss it, to suck on her nape. With his hands he pushed the kimono off her shoulders, exposing her ample breasts. Bridget sighed as his kisses sent tingles through her body, causing her to grind her pelvis into his crotch. She could feel his erection press against her. She placed her hands behind his head and pushed it towards her breasts. Her nipples were hard and inviting. He cupped her breasts with his hands and began to suck on one. His tongue swirled around the hard nub as he sucked it into his mouth. He gently bit on it, causing her pussy to clench from the sensation. She raised his face and looked into it. Her expression was one of pure lust. She wanted him badly. Right there, in the kitchen. It didn't matter. There was a hard knock on the door. "Lt. Williams, are you in there?" The voice seemed far away and it took a few moments before they heard it. "Lt. Williams?" Bridget untangled herself from his lap and pulled the kimono tightly around her. She retreated towards the bedroom. Aaron opened the door a crack, as far as the chain allowed. "Yes?" "Sorry to disturb you, Lt.," Sgt Brewster said. "But all leaves are cancelled. Everyone is to report back to base. There is a ride waiting downstairs." "Very well, I'll be right down." Aaron shut the door and turned to Bridget. "Sorry." She rushed to him and flung her arms around him. "Aaron, be careful and come back to me. No good-byes." He kissed her, grabbed his coat and tie, and left. Sgt. Brewster was waiting outside. "You couldn't have been 30, 45 minutes later, Sgt.?" "War is hell, sir." "Yes, it is," Aaron replied, "especially for a smart-assed sergeant."	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A sigh ... ... and a mew (from the skunk). And a squeak (from the mouse). The patter-pat-pat of water streaming from the shower-head. To their fur. Soaking him (and her), and dripping, swirling to the drain, and ... A few huffs, and ... ... baited breaths. A whimper-squeak ... All behind the semi-transparent shower curtain. Which blurred their furry bodies from the mirror. Seconds ... seconds more, and ... ... eventual quiet. Only breathing. Only streaming water. Until his paw reached to turn the water off. And it went to a trickle, and then a stop ... but droplets still dripping from them. From paws and whisker-tips. It was Audrey who ... drew back the curtain, daintily stepping out. She was so strong-willed, so confident, but ... so feminine. She reached for the tan-colored towel on the rack on the wall. And pulled it off. Her bare backside to him. Her tail water-logged and dipping (where, normally, when dry ... it would be high and arched). She turned her neck a bit, half-catching his gaze. Peregrine let out a slightly giggling breath. "What ... " His voice was a bit wispy. But, then, most male mice ... had traces of wispiness. Some more than others. "Nothin' ... " She tossed him the towel. Smiling (with a sort of ... relaxed satisfaction). "Dry up, huh? He'll be here in twenty minutes ... " It was 9:40 at night. The grey-furred mouse caught the towel. Gave an airy squeak. Chitter-squeak ... and used both paws to furiously dry his fur. Dry-dry ... dry ... She watched him, still damp ... and sidled up to him. The mouse still standing in the tub, under the shower-head, and her own foot-paws ... on the linoleum of the bathroom floor. And she leaned forward a bit ... ... and he paused, the towel on his head, dishy ears bulging beneath ... eyes covered. Muzzle sticking out, with whiskers twitching and nose sniffing, and ... ... she planted a tiny, tiny kiss on his nose (on the tip). Squeak! A giggle ... and she leaned back. "Dry enough, darling ... dry," she whispered, tugging on his arms. " ... enough." "What about you?" he asked. "You're still all ... wet." She smiled and raised her arms. "Well ... dry away. You've got the towel." A giggle. "Mm ... is this you being lazy, or you being ... " " ... alluring," she assured. "I'm being alluring." Her eyes sparked ... as she looked into his. "I figured," was his warm, playful whisper, "as much." And he proceeded to brush the towel all over her. Front and behind ... drying her. Eyes darting (briefly) to the fogged-up mirror. Catching the outlines ... the traces of their shoulders and tails and ... their happiness. Their glow. Their love. Eventually, their shared towel slipped to the floor, and they left the bathroom (through the slightlypen door). And went to the bedroom. Almost forgetting that they were living under the shadow of a conspiracy ... under predatory rule. Almost forgetting all the fears. And the finer points of ... every issue in their lives. A shower was almost enough to make them forget. And, had they time, they would've gotten back in ... ... and taken another. But Advance (the pinon mouse) would be here soon. There was much to discuss. Peregrine and Audrey sat on the couch, and ... Advance sat opposite them. In a cushioned chair. Fidgeting. Paws in his laps, and then ... reaching for the bowl of cheddar cheese goldfish-shaped crackers ... on the coffee table. Grabbing a paw-ful, putting them in his lap, and then ... using both paws to bring one to his lips. To nibble-nibble. Nibble ... reaching for another ... "Are you really from Death Valley?" Peregrine asked, curious ... " ... like, California?" Advance looked up. Swallowed. Nodded ... " ... mm ... " Nibble ... " ... yeah. I mean, born there. Pinon mice are ... that's where we are." "But you're not there," Audrey pointed out, "anymore." A pause. "No," Advance admitted. "My family moved here ... when I was very young. Like, when I was four ... " He, like, the other two ... was in his early 20's. The 'why' was lurking on the skunk's lips. On the tip of her tongue. But she didn't ask it, feeling that ... Advance didn't wish to answer such a question. But why not? Why didn't he ... "I just ... we're a rare species. I mean, I'm a mouse, but ... mice aren't rare, but ... MY kind of mouse is. Very. You know ... it's ... " He reached for another paw-ful of the crackers. Licked his lips a bit. Let out a sigh. "I get ... I get lonely," he admitted. "You don't have a mate?" Peregrine guessed. Advance, avoiding eye contact, slowly shook his head. "No," was his whisper. "There's this ground squirrel ... at the factory. She, uh ... but, uh, I'm too shy to ask her." "Send her a note ... write her a note," Audrey suggested. "Leave it where she'll find it. It'll be romantic ... " "I don't know ... " Advance swallowed, reached for his water glass. Condensation wetting his fingers as he lifted it. As he sipped. Sip ... and swallow. Putting the glass back down. "I'm used to being ... looked at. Stared at." "You're a very handsome mouse," Audrey assured (quietly moving her paw to Peregrine's ... squeezing it ... just to remind him, in case his mousey anxiety tried to tell him otherwise ... that HE was the most handsome mouse in the room). "I'm a novelty. A rarity. But ... you know, I'm something different. At the same time, it scares furs, and makes them wary ... makes them curious. Sometimes, they want to know more, but I'm so awkward, and ... " He trailed. "You don't want to hear any of this ... that's not why I came here. My personal problems ... are ... not really ... " " ... an issue?" Audrey asked, having taking the lead in the conversation (leaving the mice to comfortably occupy their natural, subservient roles ... speaking when spoken to, responding when prodded ... following her lead). "I just don't have a personality," he admitted. "I'm sure you do. We all do ... I mean ... look at you. A rare mouse from Death Valley. Your tail has fur on it. That's not like ... any mouse I've seen. Your ears are ... " " ... big? Like umbrellas? Satellite dishes?" A giggle. "Cute. They're cute." "But that's the thing ... I mean, physically, my background, where I come from, what I look like ... furs are drawn to that. But ... I'm not funny, not playful, not smart. I'm just ... me. I'm just a fur. I'm just a rodent. I'm average. Some furs are ... above average. Some furs below. I'm just ... plain average. Like a shiny toy that furs scoop up to play with, but ... after a few days, they find a better toy. And they drop me in the mud." Peregrine's whiskers twitched. Feeling ... for his fellow mouse. "I want to be wanted," Advance whispered weakly, "for my ... who I am. Inside. Like, my heart, and my ... mind, and ... I want someone to want my soul. My ... me," he emphasized. "I want to be loved in a deeper way." He looked from Audrey to Peregrine, and back to Audrey. "Like the love you two have ... " Audrey shyly took a breath. "Well ... " "You seem so stable ... the both of you." "We've had our problems," Audrey told him. "But you're better than your problems. Stronger than them. And I think that's evident in how you speak and how you ... look at each other. You no longer have to wait for a mate, for love, cause ... you have it. Even if it's not perfect, you have it ... and ... you don't know how jealous I am of that. How many furs would be jealous of that ... " A pause. A whisker-twitch, and a sigh. "Waiting is the hardest part, you know?" Audrey nodded quietly. "I mean, they all tell you ... that there's someone out there for you. And I believe that ... God has a plan, and He ... He knows, you know, what I need, so ... but how long do I have to wait? How much longer can I last? I ... mm ... " He shook his head, frowning. "I come off as pitiful. I don't mean to whine ... " "It's okay ... " "I'm a typical mouse, as you can see ... " He nibbled on his crackers again. "Well, I, for one ... am a HUGE fan of mice," said Audrey, grinning. "So am I," Peregrine piped in (for obvious reasons). Offering, "You can be our friend ... we can be your friends." "I've learned," Advance responded, "not to make friends. The conspiracy takes them away ... it changes them. In this town, to form a connection with someone is to ... invite trouble. Love is forbidden. You're lucky the guard trolleys haven't come for you ... to separate you from each other." Audrey inhaled. Exhaled. "I mean, not that ... I'm not trying to be cynical. I don't want that to happen to you. I'm happy," Advance insisted, "for you." But the hint of jealousy remained. And ... he felt ashamed for it. These furs were so nice, so ... grounded. And they were going to help him get rid of Mandy, and ... come up with a plan to liberate Sheridan, Wyoming, from the Sheridan Network ... " ... I'm sorry ... I'm being ungrateful ... " "You're not. You're just ... under strain. Like the rest of us," the skunk supplied. "I took my time getting here. I left my house ... early. To make sure the guard trolleys weren't watching. I ... sometimes, they pass outside my house at night, and they ring their bells and wake me up. On purpose. To scare me." He twitched. His ears swivelled, and he swallowed. "They came in, once ... the coyotes ... the coyotes that run 'The Board.' And they took one of my employees. A ground squirrel." They listened. "I don't know what they did to him, only ... he never came back. I don't know what he did wrong. Maybe it was just random. Maybe they wanted to beat up on some prey, and ... randomly picked someone. I just ... ever since then, when I leave my house, I'm afraid. I'm afraid, 'Today, it'll be me.' And ... " He closed his eyes and shivered. Twitching. "When Mandy, the cheetah ... when she knocked on my door the other day, I nearly ... I started crying, and I ... tried to hide, and she ... but she knew I was there. She kept knocking, so I opened the door, and she made me sit down, and ... " He twitched uncontrollably. Tears slipping out of his eyes, making his whiskers heavy ... with droplets trailing to the tips. His throat hurt. "She made me do things ... " "Things?" Peregrine whispered (barely audible). "Are you serious ... Advance ... " "I didn't want to ... " "Are you okay?" Peregrine asked. Concerned. A sniffle. "I don't know," was the weak, whispered response. "I ... she ... and then, after, she made me sit down again, and she ... told me why she was here, what she was ... gonna do with my tea, and ... then she went down to explore the factory. I mean, when it ... when it happened, I ... I was in shock, you know?" A sniffle-twitch ... sniff ... " ... I was numb, and I ... couldn't cry, and couldn't think about it. Immediately, I shoved it aside. Made myself think it never happened ... but ... as the day went on, I ... and a few hours ago, I just ... my denial dissolved. And, now, it hurts ... " "She hurt you?" Audrey whispered, leaving the couch ... A sniff ... " ... I ... it feels like bruises." A swallow. A tiny sob. "Mm ... " Sniff. "But it mostly hurts inside. I ... what I feel ... it just reinforces," he sniffed, "that furs only want me for one thing. I ... crave it so much, but ... now, I'm afraid of it. Cause I never know ... if they want it out of lust or love. If I'm just being used ... " "Oh ... hey ... " Audrey was on her knees beside his chair, hugging him ... holding. "Hey ... she's not gonna touch you again, okay." "I shouldn't have said anything ... I'm sorry ... they might be listening," Advance prattled, trying to wriggle away. Instinctually wanting to hide somewhere. To burrow. When mice got scared, their instinct was to burrow in a dark, tight space. Audrey held him still, eyes flickering over to Peregrine. The grey-furred mouse looked shocked ... at Advance's revelation. At his story. And Peregrine weakly shrugged. Mouthing, "I don't know ... what to do." "Get him something warm ... soup, or ... hot chocolate," she mouthed back. Peregrine nodded, scurrying to the kitchen ... which had no wall ... it was an extension of the living room. "Advance, it's okay ... alright?" Audrey cooed, stroking his arms. She knew how to soothe a mouse. Being that her mate was one. Mice were delicate, vulnerable creatures. So open to attack, but ... so emotional, so loving ... they might need a lot of care and nurturing, but what they gave in return ... was so precious. Mice were worth the investment. It was a shame that more furs didn't realize that ... A sniffle, and he wiped his paws on his eyes ... blinking. Sniffling ... "Okay?" she whispered. A weak nod. And, after a minute, Peregrine came back with a mug of hot chocolate ... and handed it to Advance. The pinon mouse swallowed, sniffling ... " ... th-thank you," he stammered, taking the mug with both paws. "Don't sip on it yet," Peregrine warned. "Blow on it a bit ... just came out of the microwave." Advance nodded. Peregrine slowly went back to the couch, sitting down ... holding his own tail in his paws. Whiskers twitching. Watching as Audrey soothed Advance ... and then ... as she joined him back on the couch, leaving Advance to daintily sip at his hot beverage. Sip ... sip. Nose twitching, flaring, taking in the scent of the hot chocolate. The wafting aroma. "Been a while ... since I've had this. Hot chocolate. Or ... and friends. And ... " He went quiet. Whispering a humble, "Thank you ... " He smiled shyly. Dimples on his furry cheeks (when he smiled). Audrey smiled back. "No problem ... " "You can stay," Peregrine said, "the night. Sleep on the couch." He knew, from experience, how afraid a mouse could be ... of the night. And to walk the rural miles back to his house, with the guard trolleys out and about ... Advance wasn't in the condition to do that. "It's not a problem," Peregrine assured, anticipating Advance's counter ... ... and the pinon mouse nodded gratefully. Saying, again, "Th-thank you ... you're so kind ... the both of you." Peregrine flushed. Audrey deferred Advance's words. "Just trying to help," was her response. A quiet sniffle. A deeper sip (of his hot chocolate), and Advance whispered, "She needs to be stopped. Mandy. She's ... insane. She's ... driven. She wants to crush all prey." "So, she's running the Conspiracy now? She controls the Sheridan towns?" "No ... it's ... it's the same as before. Each town is controlled by its own 'Board'," Advance supplied. Holding his mug with both paws. "Then Mandy tried to wake General Sheridan ... cause she knew the various 'Boards' would have to defer power to him, and she would ... by waking him, ingratiate herself with him ... she was going to be the power behind the throne, as it were, and ... then a mouse and bat ... stopped her. I mean, if you believe the rumors. Regardless, General Sheridan is gone, so ... Mandy has no direct way to power. She has to earn it. Or steal it. And ... she's going to steal it." "Can she do that?" "She thinks she can do anything ... she's ... she's a robot, you know?" "Really?" Audrey's eyes widened. A quiet nod. "She smelled ... off, to me. Smelled mechanical. She let it slip, when ... when ... " He shut his eyes. "She purred a few things ... in the moment. She was boasting." He went quiet. "She's a robot, though. And there are more like her. She's the only one who's been activated, but there are back-ups. If Mandy's destroyed, or killed ... her back-up will activate itself. And all the memories of the Mandy that's here now ... will transfer to the new one." "That's ... " " ... insane? Well, yeah ... she's insane. She's ... I don't know her story. Her history. But ... she's just another disease that's mutated from the plague that is this conspiracy. And ... she thinks that, if this tea plan works ... it'll give her a bargaining chip. Give her more control. And ... I don't know. 'The Board' knows she's here. Our 'Board' in Sheridan, Wyoming, here ... they're all coyotes. They're a wild bunch, but ... Mandy has powers of seduction. She's stronger than five other furs put together. She has nine lives. She's ... I don't know, but ... I'm really afraid. We HAVE to stop her. The more control she gets, the more painful our lives become." There was quiet ... ... the windows all closed (so nothing outside could possibly hear them). Whiskers twitched, and ears swivelled, and ... ... the lilacs in the vase on the coffee table gave off such a solid scent. "If we destroy Mandy, she'll only be replaced by another," Peregrine said, repeating what Advance had just said. "But ... at least she'd be out of Wyoming." "She would come back." "Yes, but ... we could buy ourselves time. A month. More. Who knows ... she might not be so eager to rush back here ... if we smacked her around a bit. There are other Sheridan towns she can terrorize." "So, we just fob her off on someone else?" "No," Peregrine insisted. Whispering, "No ... but ... Sheridan, Indiana ... is free of the Network. If we get rid of Mandy, and assert ourselves ... if the prey can take back this town ... then we'll be independent, too. TWO Sheridan towns ... independent. The Eastern and Western hubs, no less. It'll just bring the Conspiracy one paw-step closer to terminal instability. By helping ourselves, we're helping ... everyone else. Like ripples in a pond." Advance nodded quietly. That made ... sense ... "We need to win back the things that every-fur needs," Peregrine whispered knowingly, a steely glint in his eyes. "Confidence ... hope, faith ... artistry ... love." He looked to his mate. The skunk. And smiled shyly. And then looked to the carpet. And then up ... and to Advance. "I have an idea." It was just after midnight now, and ... ... Advance was curled up on the couch. Under covers. Whiskers twitching in his sleep. Nose sniffing, and tail ... slightly peeking out from under the covers. Peregrine and Audrey were in their room, in bed ... ... and her paws in his fur. Clutching. The mouse breathed quietly. They would institute their plan tomorrow. Mandy was a robot. They couldn't destroy her in a paw-to-paw fight, or with any conventional weaponry, but ... an electrical discharge. A strong electrical discharge ... they could fry her. But it would take a large amount of energy. And it could cause an explosion, or ... and could be dangerous to handle. How would they lure her ... into a trap? The brewing machines at the tea factory used a lot of energy. If those could be short-circuited. If they could lure Mandy close to them, and ... overload them ... Peregrine sighed ... at the feeling of a nose in his fur. Her nose. Audrey's nose. Nosing about ... and going to his neck. Mouthing his neck. Quiet rustling of the sheets ... and the mouse wriggled, squirmed ... to plant a kiss on her. It landed on her cheek. A giggle. She knew he'd been trying for her lips ... "Mm ... hey," he whispered. "You moved ... " "I'm squirmin' ... like a mouse." "Mm ... skunks don't squirm. They ... move like silk. Soft, and ... graceful. No squirms." "No squirms?" she whispered, with mock-pouting. A little giggle. "No ... " "Mm ... " She breathed deep, wrapping around him ... as he did around her. Lying side by side, limbs and tails tangled. "I have to admit," she told him, "that I ... when you came up with that idea, I was a bit surprised." "Why?" he asked. "Well ... when I said, yesterday, that I wanted to break into the tea factory and sniff out these rumors, you ... were adamantly against it. And, now, YOU'RE the one concocting the plan to ... free this town from the Conspiracy. I just ... a bit turnabout. Like you've been fueled, you know, to ... I don't know ... it just heartens me. To see you so passionate. To see that you're not letting your fear control you ... " "Well, I've you," he whispered shyly, biting his lip, "to thank for that." A whisker-twitch. "And ... when Advance told us what Mandy did to him ... that was it. You know? That was too much. I mean, that could happen to me." "I wouldn't let it happen to you. I won't let anyone lay a paw on you ... not the guard trolleys. Not anything." "I know. I just ... you know what I mean. I just ... things happen like that. In this town. Not just to Advance. But to all of us. All this pain, and ... it has to stop. I can't wallow in it. I can't be a prisoner to it. I have to ... I want it to go away. And then we can live in peace, and ... openly ... and ... I don't know," the mouse admitted. "I just don't know ... " He trailed. "I guess every fur has his breaking point, and I'm ... nearing mine. The fear eats at me, but ... I'm going to nibble it away. I promise. I'll be better for you ... " "You're already good enough for me," was her gentle assurance. "I could be better ... " "We could all be better. We're not perfect. Life is ... constant growth, and ... but know this, mousey: I'll be with you ... every darkness we face. Every fear we endure. We'll fight it all together. Don't you think you're gonna take it on single-pawed." A shy smile. "I wouldn't dream of it ... I ... think I would wilt," he said, "outside your light." "Aw ... " She beamed. "Surprising, and ... sweet. You're on a roll tonight." "Aren't I always on a roll?" he asked with a blink, with playful innocence. "Aren't I always surprising and sweet?" "Mm ... " A giggle. "You bowl me off my foot-paws several times a day, so ... if that's any indication of your effectiveness," she said (with a knowing grin). A blush! "Mm ... well ... " "Mm ... " Nosing ... "Aud ... " "Yeah, Perry," she breathed. "We have a mouse in the house," he reminded. A purr from the skunk. "I know ... " "You know what I mean ... Advance ... in the living room." "We'll just have to ... be extra quiet." "Aud ... " "Perry ... we're gonna do something big tomorrow. Something dangerous. I don't know what's gonna happen. Neither do you. Here, tonight, right now ... I can feel you, and hear you, and ... touch you, too. And I'm not tired yet," she assured. "Are you?" "Tired?" A nod ... nose in his fur. "Well ... " His heart hammered, and his mousey motions all started taking effects (twitches, swivels, jerks) ... " ... well, not anymore." He remembered seeing their wet outlines in the foggy mirror in the bathroom. And, now, dozy, dreamily ... he felt it was the same. Everything outlined for them. In the dim light of the bedroom ... outlines. And in his mind, an outline of what he wanted, and ... needed (and an outline of their plan for tomorrow). So much to be done. So much to be completed. Oh, to color in those shapes ... to continuously add color to their lives. To turn these moments into candid photographs. To turn them into art. And, oh, Peregrine breathed. Breathed. "Not anymore," he repeated. "Well, then ... " She trailed, not finishing. Not in words, anyway. Tomorrow, they fought. Tonight ... they did not. Neither of them fought it.	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Vera was part of my American History 101 study group. A very sturdy girl, she grew up on a farm in Iowa where her family raised beef. She wasn't the least bit bashful and seemed to love to talk about life on the farm. Eventually she'd go into great detail about how rabbits or chickens or cattle mate. She was so candid it made most of the guys uncomfortable but the girls loved to get her started just to tease the guys. At 5'10" she was one inch shorter than me but she out weighed me by thirty pounds. Her hips were broad, her thighs powerful her buttocks were full and firm. The term "big ass" definitely applied but on her it was strangely attractive. Her bra carried her massive breasts high and tight. For a large girl her waist was surprisingly small with a belly mound that was unexpectedly sexy. Her round face was framed by short cropped blond hair. She may have been large but she was fit and she would have been the perfect farmer's wife in the eighteen hundreds. Just the thought of her plowing behind a team of oxen made me hard. I was a scrawny freshman, she was a junior. We were alone in the basement of her sorority for our study group but no one else had shown up yet. We were sitting on an old couch, waiting for the others to arrive. I tried to make small talk, asking about her major. She replied, "Animal Husbandry." "Interesting." I said, reflexively, not knowing what else to say. "What are they teaching you this quarter." "Artificial Insemination." She announce bluntly. Her eyes seemed to twinkle as she studied me, sensing that I was uncomfortable. There was no one else there to amuse but she seized the opportunity to tease me anyway. "We're learning how to collect the semen from bulls so that it can be used to impregnate a number of cows instead of just one." I squirmed nervously as she described the procedure and wondered what she would think of a normal human penis after handling a bull's monster cock. She seemed to enjoy watching me squirm as she went into great detail demonstrating the techniques she was being taught. "Some people think that we masturbate the bull." She concluded. "But if the cow weren't in season I doubt that he would let us near him." "I suppose not." I agreed. "Do you want to feel me up?" She asked without warning. "You've been looking at my breasts all quarter. I see you staring at them when you think I'm not looking. Why don't you just hold them now and satisfy your curiosity?" I was stunned, I blushed and balked, embarrassed to be found out and confronted. Of course I wanted to feel her up, of course I wanted to know what such big jugs felt like. Hell, I wanted to find out what they tasted like. I wanted to know if more than a mouthful was a waste! She knew I coveted her love pillows and had called me out about it. "Don't be shy." She whispered as she picked up my hand and put it on her breast. It was full and firm, better than I could imagine. I squeezed it gently, shyly, once, twice, three times as I looked into her eyes. "Don't stop." She murmured as she licked her lips. I want you to play with them!" I reached for the other one and squeezed them both. I squeezed harder and I felt her respond in seconds as her nipples doubled in size and became rock hard. It was awkward, she was leaning towards me and I was holding her breasts in both hands like I was comparing melons at the supermarket. I was squeezing them and staring like a fool. I hope I wasn't drooling. They were big enough that it seemed like I was trying to palm two volley balls "I like a man to play with them, it's more fun than playing with them by myself." She giggled. I must have looked shocked because she giggled again. "Girls play with their tits silly, just like boys play with themselves and I know you do so don't act so surprised." She leaned back and held her breasts with both hands, fingering her tits and watching me. "Sometimes I lie in bed and play with them until I fall asleep or ...you know." I didn't know really, I suspected maybe but I didn't know anything about how girls masturbate. "I'm not surprised; it's just that I don't know any other girls who talk about it." "We talk about it all the time, just not with boys. But we prefer to talk about what boys do for us. Do you like squeezing my tits?" "Like it? I love it, they're..." "They're what? The softest, most squeezable, biggest. Tell me what they are?" She kept playing with her own tits while I confessed. "They're the biggest, most wonderful tits I can imagine, I loved playing with them! I want to kiss them." I blurted. "Kiss them or suck on them?" Was she really going to let me suck her tits? Was she just teasing me while we waited? "Both!" I stammered. "Let me see how good you are at playing with them, if you know what you're doing you might get more." She stared straight at my crotch and I realized that my cock was hard as a rock. I blushed, knowing that she knew she was turning me on and I couldn't hide it. She leaned towards me again and offered tits once again. As I massaged her overstuffed bra she pulled my lips to hers and kissed me, lips open and her tongue parting my lips. My jeans were getting uncomfortable as her tongue brushed against my teeth and I began to feel dizzy. I nuzzled her neck just to catch my breath. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. She leaned back and I loosened the first button of her blouse. While I kissed her neck, shoulders and the tops of her breasts I stroked her belly. She moaned softly and whispered, "That's nice. Take it slow, I don't like being rushed." She shifted so that she was lying on the couch and my right arm was trapped under her. I continued to nibble on her neck and shoulders while my free hand roamed from her belly to her breast, teasing her tit and then retreating, waiting for the moment when she would signal she wanted more. She held my face against her chest as my hand made another trip down her rib gage to her belly. I felt her ass clench slightly as her belly tightened. I squeezed gently against each rib as my hand began to stalk her nipple once more. When I reached her breast I covered her rock hard nubbin with my whole hand, and then massaged it and pinched it gently through the fabric of her bra and blouse. I became bolder and loosened the second button and buried my face in her cleavage, trying to push her out of her bra to my waiting lips. She stroked my hair and whispered, "Tease my nipples, I want you to make them hard." She arched her back as if to offer them to me. I pulled her blouse from her waist band and loosened the remaining buttons. Her hands continued to stroke my head, neck and shoulders as I pulled a bra strap off her shoulder and revealed a nipple. She guided my mouth as she encouraged, "lick me..., kiss me..., suck my nipple!" I was only too happy to comply. No girl, let alone one as well endowed as she had ever let me near her clothed breasts and this goddess was giving me, my mouth, access to her bare breast! I did my best to please her as I orally worshipped it, licking, sucking, nibbling. Soon she pleaded breathlessly, "Do the other one." I opened her blouse and pulled the other strap off her shoulder. I gazed in awe at my first live set of naked knockers and couldn't believe I wasn't dreaming. She pulled me on top of her and guided me into her neglected breast and whispered, "Suck it..., please... suck it and nibble on my tit. Lick me, suck me, bite my nipple!" I felt like a jockey riding a thoroughbred. My skinny legs were astride her ample thighs. I did my best to please her, sucking gently...nibbling...licking and then sucking again. . My face was darting between her breasts, kissing and licking from one to the other, sucking and nibbling, biting gently and pulling on her tits. I put my arms under her and supported myself so I could more easily work on pleasing her. First one tit then the other, all the while massaging one and then the other, starting at her rib cage and squeezing as I pushed out to my lips as if to milk them. She began rubbing my back and squeezing my ass, pulling my cock into the valley formed by her thighs and using it to stroke her pussy mound while I worked on her tits. My cock ached as she squeezed my ass and pulled my cock into her swollen vulva. Her hand found its way between my legs and squeezed. I thought I would come. She had me by the balls and she wasn't especially gentle. "Don't." I groaned and pleaded, "Not yet." She squeezed again and then loosened my belt. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of my jockey shorts and played with my short hairs, curling them in her fingers, twisting and pulling, and then stroking down to the base of my cock. My cock pleaded for attention, straining against its fabric prison, begging for more as she turned her attention to my chest. She pushed my shirt up and using her remarkably strong arms held me over her face and kissed my tiny nipples. "Do you like that?" She hissed, licking and nibbling, catching my tiny tit with her teeth and pulling, then releasing it and sucking on it. I felt like a rag doll in her grip. My cock was rubbing against her belly while she focused on my chest. "I love it!" I groaned and she continued to lick and nibble as she rolled me to the back of the couch and cupped my balls and squeezed. My poor cock ached for her touch but she ignored it and tortured only my balls. First mashing them against my crotch, then rubbing them with the heal of her hand. She forced her way into my boxers and made a collar with her thumb and index finger and pulled my nuts away from my crotch. I couldn't concentrate; I could only suckle her breast as she took control. My cock ached for attention but my balls could not believe their luck. I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as possible and tongued it for all I was worth. She squeezed and pulled, mashed and rubbed. I clinched my asshole and spread my legs as wide as I could, letting her do whatever she wanted. When I began to thrust at her hand she pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips, grinding her pussy against my aching cock. She pinned me to the couch as I tried in vain to find some kind of relief. As her heavy breasts swayed and bounced she continued to slowly torture my crotch with her grinding pussy. She mauled my chest as she bounced her pussy on my cock over and over, keeping me hard but imprisoned in my jeans and boxers. Soon she pulled my shirt over my head and stroked my bare chest. I followed her lead, gently squeezing and then teasing her nipples. My hands were full of firm female flesh, I used my thumbs to tease her nipples as we massaged each other. I felt her weight shift forward slightly as she offered her tits again. "Kiss them..., suck them..., make them hard." Her words were urgent, almost a command. She brushed first one tit and then the other against my lips and I sucked eagerly. Her hand slid down my chest and into my shorts again, her fingers running through the hair above my cock. She was so close to my cock but she wouldn't touch it and still I was afraid she would make me cum. She pushed my jeans down, I instinctively raised my hips like a slut in heat and my jeans were around my knees. Her nails raked my thighs and she lightly brushed my cock as she brought her hand up to my neck and pulled our lips together. She devoured my tongue as she rode my hip, her calf and ankle making my cock swell as never before. "Kick off your jeans." She whispered. I struggled to get out of my jeans without loosing my hold of her tit. When I finally kicked them off she hooked the waistband of my shorts with a toe and slid them down to my ankles so skillfully that I suspected she had had plenty of practice. "Take off your shorts." She commanded. "And while you're at it take off your shoes and socks too." Her tone changed from excited to businesslike as she rolled off me and sat on the edge of the couch. "Why?" I asked, suddenly unsure of what was happening "Because a naked man looks silly with his shoes and socks on." She replied simply, her tone letting me know she was in charge. She wanted obedience and I didn't argue with her as I kicked off my shoes and shorts. I was eager to get naked with her "Socks too." She chided. "I want you wearing only a smile while I examine you." "What about you?" I asked as I rolled my socks off my feet. "What about me?" She teased, her blouse was still open, sleeves and bra straps off her shoulders, bra girdling her waist, she arched her back thrusting her mammoth tits in the air while she twisted her nipples. "Aren't you going to get comfy too?" "Comfy? You mean naked and, no, I'm not getting naked. Besides I'm very 'comfy' just like this and, from what I can see you enjoy being completely naked in front of women." "I've never done this before." I objected. "And besides I don't think naked men are allowed here." Suddenly aware that we might be found in an indelicate situation. "But you are naked... and I am a woman... and from what I can see you enjoy it! You're what I call perfect CFNM material, you're naked already and I'm still dressed." Her logic was unassailable. "Your cock is so hard it almost stands straight up! It's a lie detector and it's telling me you want me to enjoy your cock, to look at your naked body, you want me to play with your cock like you've been playing with my tits." "I can't deny that you have me very excited and I'll be even more excited if I could see more of you." Somehow the both of us being naked would be better if someone did interrupt us. "Are you saying that my tits are not enough for you tonight?" She said as she continued to cup her breasts with both hands holding them up, squeezing them and twisting her nipples. "Do you want to quit and get dressed, we could play cards." "No, I'm just saying that I'd like to see you naked too." "What if you don't?" "I don't know." "Why don't you stand up while you think about it?" "Why?" "Stand up so I can look at you." She ordered, knowing that I would obey. She gave me a little push and sat up. She left her blouse open, still on her shoulders but displaying her gorgeous tits, full and firm, and nipples hard as rocks. I stood up. "Step back." She instructed, her eyes were glued to my crotch. I obeyed. "Turn around; I want to see your ass." My cock was jutting upwards, still hard and throbbing as I slowly turned. She reached out and slapped my ass, I jumped. "Bend over and spread your cheeks, I want to see how your balls hang." I was embarrassed but I did it any way. She pushed my hands off my ass and started kneading both cheeks like I had kneaded her breasts. "Put your hands on your knees and spread your legs." She ordered as she gripped my ass cheeks with both hands and kneaded them like bread dough. Her thumbs teasing my anus. "Your balls hang very nicely but I can't see your dick. Is it still hard?" I blushed knowing not even my doctor spent this much time looking at my butt. "Are you enjoying your full buttocks massage?" I groaned again, she didn't wait for my answer. "Should I rub your balls some more?" Her right hand covered my scrotum, two fingers teased the base of my penis and her thumb was pressing close to my anus. I felt like she would make me her sock puppet at any moment and part of me wanted to know what it would feel like to have her thumb invade my ass. "It looks like you enjoy showing me you body." She observed. "Stand up and put your hands behind your head and keep turning." She released my nuts and when I was in profile with my cock sticking nearly straight up she ordered me to stop. "Now show me some humping action, I want to see your cock bounce up and down a little." I blushed as I fucked the air for her, knowing we could be caught at any moment. I humped for her, my hands behind my head, sucking in my gut and clinching my ass as my prick waved up and down for her. "Your balls look awfully tight again." She observed. "Move closer, step between my feet and I'll help you keep them loose." She was seated on the edge of the couch with her legs spread in a most unladylike display. Even with her shorts on I could see her swollen pussy. I wondered how she could maintain her self-control. I moved sideways between her legs, her face was just inches from my cock. With one hand on my ass she used the other to pull my leg into her pussy, "Spread your legs for me." She whispered. "Squat a little and keep humping." I spread my legs enough so that I was squatting slightly, her thighs were holding my calf against her pussy. I was giving her unlimited access to my crotch, nothing was hidden. She squeezed my ass in rhythm with my fucking motion, her other hand was stroking my thigh, lightly brushing against my balls. She brought her hand up to my pubic mound and ran her fingers through the hair as my cock bounced against the back of her hand. "That's sexy," she purred, "slap my hand with your cock." I humped a little harder, trying to ht her hand every time. "I love watching a nice hard cock bounce around, and you like showing me your cock, don't you?" She teased. I didn't answer, I just closed my eyes and began to pant, my tongue licking my lips as I took short, quick breaths through my nose. "I think you do." She continued, not waiting for my answer. "I bet you want me to keep rubbing your balls, don't you? Ask me to rub your balls "Please Vera, rub my balls." I pleaded, no longer worried about being discovered. I groaned as her hand went from my ass and reached between my legs. She massaged my balls with one hand while the other played in my bushy short hairs. Once again she made a collar around my nut sack and pulled, first gently, then harder and harder. Her free hand went to my chest and began twisting my tiny tits as she pulled on my balls. I was standing between her legs, completely in her power, hands behind my head, humping lewdly for her as she played roughly with my balls and tits. "I'll bet you didn't know your tender little balls were so sturdy." Drops of precum formed and fell from the tip of my cock. "You're starting to leak you bad little boy." She slapped my ass again. "Are you going to cum for me now? Are you going to shoot your wad without my even touching your cock? She squeezed my balls with her right hand and with her free hand she raked her fingernails from my chest to my short hairs. My mind was unable to sort out the sensations. Her thighs trapped my leg against her crotch, her pussy enjoying the ride as I waved my cock for her amusement. She kept rubbing my balls, more and more insistently. "Cum for me." She whispered. "Cum for me now." She ordered. My cock responded and cum arced as if in slow motion from my throbbing member. Before I could shoot again her lips encased the tip of my cock and drained my tender, wilting prick as I gasped for air. I marveled at the intensity of my orgasm as I collapsed beside her on the couch. She pulled my face to her breast and offered them. "Would you like to suck my tits some more?" I was exhausted but sucking her tit took no effort at all and I gladly began nursing like a baby. She stroked my cheek as I gently nibbled and sucked. "Thank-you." She whispered. "I loved watching your cock explode, and you were amazing!" "Thank-you." I mumbled as she played with my semi-soft cock. I would have gladly let her play with my cock and let me suck her tits for the rest of the night but she interrupted my dream. "Can you do it again?" She whispered as she stroked my cheek. "I don't think so." I murmured into her breast. "You took a lot out of me." "Will you try?" She pleaded. "Will you do it for me? Make yourself hard. Let me watch you make yourself cum. I want to watch you jack off." She pushed my hand down to my crotch. "Show me how you play with your dick when you are alone." I continued to suck her tit as I slowly began stroking for her. My cock was limp but engorged. Slowly it came back to life. She pushed me away from her breast and ordered, "Stand up!" "Why?" I wondered. "So I can see you better." She stated matterf-factly. "I want to watch how you jackff." I stood and faced her. Unable and maybe unwilling to deny her. I wanted to jackff for her. I liked being under her spell. She had given me the best orgasm of my young life and I wanted to please her. She put her feet between my legs and instructed me to "spread-em." I opened my legs and gave her the best view I could. Squeeze..., pull..., release... Over and over, pointing my cock at her face I masturbated for an audience of one. Squeeze.., pull.., release... My free hand rubbed its way to my chest and pinched a nipple. Squeeze., pull., release.. My pace steadily quickened as I stroked my cock for her. She leaned forward and began massaging my nuts. "Should I suck you dry again?" "Oh...yeah..., p l e a s e..." I groaned. "I will, if you'll snowball with me." She bargained. "What?" I wondered. "I want to suck you dry and then kiss you with my mouth full of your cum. We'll trade it back and forth until it disappears." "I don't think so." I objected, but I was already jacking off just inches from her face. "Please, I know you'll like it." She teased as she squeezed and pulled on my balls. I continued to stroke for her, my legs forced wide. My legs began to shake and my ass tightened. I closed my eyes and sucked in my gut as my pace quickened. My free hand mashing my own tit. She continued to squeeze and pull as I began to pant. When she sensed I was close she stopped pulling and gently mashed my nuts into my groin. Her hands pushed mine away and guided my aching cock into her cum hungry mouth. She sucked once and my balls released their prize to her waiting lips and tongue. I throbbed again and she sucked harder. It hurt so good I lost my balance and collapsed beside her. She never lost control as she followed me, her lips seemingly glued to me. My cock wilted for the second time and she swirled my cum around it as it slowly deflated. When she was satisfied that there was nothing left for her to suck out of me she let my cock slip from her lips and moved over my face. She hovered there looking into my eyes, waiting. Her lips puckered, almost imperceptively, There was the hint of a smile on her lips. I gazed into her eyes and realized what she was waiting for. She wanted me to take my load of cum from her lips. She wanted me to draw her close and kiss her cum filled mouth willingly. She waited patiently, the smile growing as she watched my brain coming to grips with my conundrum; kiss her cum filled mouth or risk loosing her by failing to fulfill my part of our unspoken bargain. She reached between my legs and stroked my cock. Her smile broadened as I reached for her head and drew her lips gently to my own. She stared intently into my eyes as she painted my lips with my own cum, Her tongue slipped between them and coated my teeth. I opened wider and she placed a dollop on my tongue, "Taste yourself, see what I like about your love juice." My revulsion was erased as our tongues traded my cum. She coated my teeth again and I sucked it from her tongue. Slowly I swallowed more and more and as the taste faded I craved more. "And that my dears is how your mother captured my heart and made me her adoring husband!"	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My husband Tommy and I have always been a very open and honest couple. Our honesty extends to all aspects of our marriage including our sex life. We always take the time to share our fantasies with each other and make every effort possible to help the other person's fantasy come to life. My name is Tanya and I have been married to Tommy for just over six years. We are both in our early thirties, both attractive and both very fit. Tom is of average height and weight but works out with weights intensely which provides him with a very rugged and muscular physique. His 7 inch cock (which he keeps smoothly shaven along with his balls) is very delicious and fits my tight pussy wonderfully. I myself am very lean due to vigorous yoga and circuit training. I tan regularly and keep every inch of my hard body silky smooth. For my thirtieth birthday two years ago, Tom bought me something I had been wanting for years, breast implants. Overnight I went from a small B cup to a very busty DD. Like I said, my husband and I have always had a very active and adventurous sex life. Over the years we've enjoyed certain pleasures such as strap on dildo's, exhibitionism, soft swinging and bondage. I can't remember exactly when Tommy confessed his most recent fantasy to me, but I have to admit it caught me off guard a bit. It was after dinner while we were out of town at a ski resort. After several bottles of wine and plenty of sex themed chit chat, Tommy confessed to me that he had always wanted to experiment with tasting and eating his own cum. Initially I was speechless, I always considered myself a very open minded person but the thought of my strong manly husband tasting his own seed seemed somehow gay or weird to me. Tom sensed my shock and immediately blushed with embarrassment. He became very awkward and tried to quickly change the subject. As he attempted to wave down the waitress for our cheque I reached across the table and took hold of his hand. "Honey" I said, "It's ok, I'm ok, don't worry." I winked at him and gave his hand a squeeze. He stared into my eyes lovingly and looked very relieved, "Thanks babe." Weeks went by and the subject of cum didn't arise once. I'm sure Tommy thought the subject long forgotten but it was in fact not far from my mind at all. Every day while Tommy was at work I would scour the internet for information about men with the same fantasy as my husband. I learned that although the subject of men tasting their cum was surrounded with a certain stigma, it was far from a rare fantasy. I talked to women on message boards, exchanged emails, read erotic stories and even watched femdom videos of women forcing men to lick cum off their bodies. If I was going to make my husband's fantasy a reality, I was going to do it right or not at all. As my Tommy's thirty third birthday approached, I decided to use that night to implement my plan and give my sexy husband a night he would never forget. The evening started with dinner which was complimented by plenty of fine wine. I made sure to keep Tommy's glass constantly topped up while only sipping lightly at mine. After dinner we shared a nightcap at a lovely cocktail bar just down the street from our home. By ten o clock that night I had Tommy tied naked to our bed, flat on his back with his hard dick pointing straight up to the ceiling. "Ohh I love you baby, where are you? Hmmm" he moaned as he struggled gently with his blindfold, struggling to get even a peek of what was to come. I came out of the bathtub with my freshly shaved pussy glistening, "I'm here sweetie, now lay back and relax, tonight is your night" I teased. My big boobs bounced slightly as I climbed on top of the bed and lied down next to Tommy, he squirmed slightly in surprise due to the blindfold. I ran my fingers gently down his muscular chest, over his defined abdominals and lightly teased his cock. Tommy moaned softly and thrust his hips upwards. "Hmmmm your dick is sure nice and hard for me Tommy, I wonder how I should reward you?" I purred. I ran my fingers over his shaved ball sack and smiled as Tommy's dick twitched. "Please honey" he pleaded, still struggling to see underneath his blind. "Happy birthday sweetie" I purred. I reached out and flicked his velvety cock head with my tongue. Tommy bucked and moaned and I smiled devilishly. I took his throbbing cock in my mouth and began to give my loving husband the blowjob of his life. Within minutes Tommy was squirming against his restraints, bucking his hips and breathing heavily. His cock tasted so good that I had almost forgot my intentions for the evening. His breathing suddenly became very short and shallow, my husband's tell-tale sign that he was about to come, "Now" he moaned in a whisper. I quickly took his cock out of my mouth and began stroking it frantically against my tits, just in time it would seem. Immediately hot thick cum began to pump out of my hubby's thick cock. Rope after rope of his hot seed coated my big boobs and even a little bit of my stomach. Lying there in post orgasmic bliss, my husband was most vulnerable for what was to come. "Oh my God Tanya that was amazing sweetie" he whimpered. I leaned over and quickly pulled the eye shade off his face. Tommy's eyes bulged as he saw me kneeling beside him with my arms folded underneath my boobs like a platter. Cum was running down my breasts, clinging to my erect nipples and dripping slowly off onto the bed. "Happy birthday Sweetie" I grinned. As I straddled my hubby's chest and leaned forward I thought I saw the briefest moment of hesitation in his eyes. Ignoring what I may have seen, I pressed my cum covered boobs right into Tommy's face. He immediately began lapping and sucking at my tits like he was a teenager with his first girlfriend. I couldn't believe how vigorous he was. I tried to tease him gently by saying things like "You like that cum baby?" and "what a nice cum slut" but I don't think he even heard me. I moaned softly as Tommy took my cummy nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue. After a few minutes I pulled away and was amazed to see that my boobs were sparkling clean! Tommy looked in pure ecstasy lying there with cum smeared all over his smiling face. "Oh God honey that was amazing" he beamed. I noticed his still rock hard cock and grinned, "Lucky boy, were not done yet." Sliding down his body I immediately straddled his hips and lowered myself onto his stiff dick. I must have been really enjoying the pleasure I was giving my husband because after only a few minutes of riding his dick I could feel my own orgasm building. "Ohhh fuck baby your cock feels so good" I purred, "you going to cum big for me baby?" Tommy only groaned and struggled half-heartedly against his restraints. I tweaked one of my hard nipples hard and felt my climax inch even closer. Tommy thrust upward to meet my aching pussy each time I thrust downward to meet his throbbing cock. My breath began to quicken and shallow at almost the same time my husbands did. Suddenly my body exploded and tingled as I came hard all over Tommy's dick. I moaned loudly as my pussy squeezed rhythmically, caressing and massaging my hubby's cock. "Ohhhhh fuck Im cumming" Tommy grunted in warning. I immediately leaped off his dick and squirmed forward slightly. I jerked Tommy hard as his second orgasm erupted all over my sweet and curvy ass cheeks. Believe it or not I think his second climax was even bigger than his first. I giggled when I looked back and saw that both of my bum cheeks were covered in gooey cum. "Ready for seconds?" I teased. Tommy only stared in amazement. I slithered down his body and plumped my ass right over his face. Almost forcefully, he thrust his mouth forward and began licking his cum. My cheeks, my pussy, my asshole, there wasn't a single inch of my rear that my hubby didn't thoroughly clean of his own seed. I looked down and laughed in amazement. Tommy's cock was still rock hard and aching for more attention. "Well, you wanted this to be a night he would never forget" I thought to myself. By this point Tommy was basically delirious with pleasure, he mumbled softly and was no longer fighting against his restraints. I kissed him gently as I slipped his swollen cock back inside me. I ended up cumming twice more that night. I bucked my hips wildly and through my head back in pleasure. Tommy grunted like a porn star stallion beneath me as his cock twitched and swelled yet again. I didn't hear him say anything but I definitely felt his dick explode as he shot his third load of cum deep inside me. "Ohmmmm my, ohhhhh fuck ohhh fuck" he rambled in incohearant whimpers. "Ok baby" I purred, "time for your final birthday treat." Tommy gazed at me lovingly, seemingly half asleep from his exertion and his three back to back to back orgasms. I straddled his face and grabbed his head by the ears. He lapped at my pussy eagerly, straining to lick every last drop of cum from my well fucked hole. I felt another orgasm approach as his tongue danced over my swollen clit. "I love you Tanya" Tommy mumbled with his own cum all over his lips. "I love you too baby" I smiled, "And don't worry, we will DEFINITLEY be doing this again..."	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Text: Jane stood alone in the alley, her frozen breath hanging in the air as she numbly waited for someone to answer the door. The dim New Year's Day sky did not illuminate the narrow space very well. The dirty blue paint on the wooden garage door in front of her was chipped along the edges, revealing layer upon layer of ancient color. A small, domed security camera stealthily hid in the archway shadows. Shivering, she pulled her coat tighter and looked again at the business card in her gloved hand. Maybe she was at the wrong address? The events of the last day re-played in her head like a fading dream. Did it really happen? Of course it had. She held tangible evidence in her hand, not to mention the dozen selfies on her mobile phone. She had managed to snap them in front of the bathroom mirror before she'd fully deflated back down to normal and fallen unconscious in bed from exhaustion. Even the clutch of helium balloons still floated on the bedroom ceiling where she had left them. She reached out for the buzzer and pushed it again, jumping as a loud clunking noise of a lock and deadbolt immediately rumbled from within. The door creaked open and a woman stepped half way through, meeting Jane's startled gaze with a predatory smile."Jane?" the woman inquired, coolly amused.Jane nodded, clutching the business card. The dark haired woman's eyes narrowed. "Come." The door was opened more widely and Jane stepped through.The shaft of pale grey light streaming in through the gap narrowed and disappeared as the woman closed the door and locked it again. A single incandescent bulb lit the other end of a dark corridor as the smell of dirt and old automotive lubricants hit Jane's senses. She followed the woman toward the light bulb and saw that it marked the location of a modern steel door of stout construction. The woman palmed an electronic keypad above the handle and it let out a muffled beep followed by the mechanical sound of precise lock movement. As the woman turned the latch and the door opened, an intense light spilled through. Jane followed her inside and as her vision adjusted to the brightly lit room, she realized that she was in a very modern and very stylish reception area. A graceful chrome and glass desk was at one end of the room with a computer screen and business telephone on it. On the opposite wall was a white leather couch and matching coffee table. The ceiling stretched to an impossible height above.Dressed in conservative business attire, the woman walked over to the desk and sat on its corner, flipping her hair to the side as she turned to pick up the telephone's handset. "Are you ready?" she spoke to the other end of the line. A moment later, she looked up at Jane while replacing the handset back onto its cradle. "Mr. Smith will be with you shortly. Please have a seat." The woman stood and walked around to the other side of the desk and sat in the executive chair behind it. Ignoring Jane, she began typing away on the computer. The room was comfortably warm and Jane removed her coat and gloves as she sat down. After a couple minutes of silence punctuated only by the clicking of the computer keyboard, she crossed her legs and fidgeted nervously, unsure whether or not to start up a conversation with the other woman. It felt like waiting for a job interview. After a few more awkward minutes, a smartly concealed door in the wall opened and Mr. Smith stepped through. He was dressed casually, now, and wearing a white lab overcoat. With a manila folder in one hand, he reminded Jane of a medical doctor and her face lit up at seeing him. She stood with her coat folder over her arms. With a smile, Mr. Smith looked at her and motioned for her to follow him through the door. The woman at the desk did not look up. As he went to turn and close the door behind him, Mr. Smith looked at the woman and then waved. "Thanks Lucy."Still concentrating on her work, Lucy raised a hand in acknowledgement and then continued typing. Mr. Smith lead Jane down a corridor flanked by a group of unoccupied office cubicles and stopped outside a glass walled conference room, opened the door, and motioned inside. "This one should do. Have a seat".Jane entered and sat down at the table. Mr. Smith followed her in and closed the door behind him, taking a seat opposite of her."Okay, first things first" he said as he opened the folder and began flipping through the papers in it. There was a more formal tone in his voice. "Forget what I told you last night. From now on, you are only to refer to me as 'Mr. Smith'. Do you understand?"The sudden change in demeanor was confusing but Jane managed to meekly say "Yes"."Good." He slid a piece of paper in front of her. "Look this over and sign it if you agree." He then removed a pen from the breast pocket of his lab coat, clicked its end with his thumb, and then placed it on the paper. Jane picked up the paper and began reading. It was a non-disclosure agreement filled top to bottom with legal jargon and it had an alarmingly detailed amount of her personal information listed on it. She looked up at Mr. Smith quizzically."Yes, it is necessary" he said rather sternly to the unspoken question. "We're really serious about this one."Jane let out a breath, paused, and then signed at the bottom."Excellent." Mr. Smith's tone brightened and he seemed to be back to the personality she knew. He took the signed paper, placed it back in the folder, and clipped the pen back into its home on his lab coat. He leaned back into his chair. "Now, I'm sure you have a lot of questions."Jane nodded and opened her mouth to take a breath before speaking. He raised a hand to cut her off. "Not that I can answer everything just yet, but I'll do the best I can."She paused and looked down at the table for a moment, searching, then back up at him. "Have you been watching me?"Mr. Smith leaned forward in his chair and placed his elbows on its armrests. Bringing his hands up, he folded them together with his thumbs pointing at his sternum. He smirked a little and a twinkle lit up in his eyes. "Yes, we have.""We?" thought Jane. "You... you're not the contracting agent, are you? "Yes, er, no... correct""You're the Client."Mr. Smith put his index fingers together and touched his chin just below his smirk. "Sort of yes.""It's that woman, Lucy, then?""Also, sort of yes."Jane sniffed in frustration and paused to refocus on another line of thought that had been bothering her. "H... how did you know about..." She hesitated and looked down at the table again. Her unspoken thoughts were something she had never discussed with anybody. Mr. Smith took the opportunity of the long pause to spare her some embarrassment. "Lucy..." He looked askance, trying to find the right words. "Think of Lucy as a, oh, I don't know..." He then looked up at the ceiling in a moment of contemplation and then back down at Jane. "Think of her as a recruiter of sorts.""What kind of recruiter?""Let's just say that she has a talent for finding, uh... talent." "Is that what you are?""Sort of."Jane let out a small sigh and let the moment pass. "Is that why you did... that... to me last night?" "Sort of." This question seemed to amuse him.The obtuseness was getting frustrating. She let out another sigh and looked down at the table once again. Searching through the noise of a thousand questions in her mind all shouting for her attention at once she looked up and managed to get one out. "Why?""You're not alone, sweetie."Jane furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head slightly to one side as she looked at Mr. Smith."Everyone always thinks that they're the only one." He cocked an eyebrow, looking up from below it as his smirk became a smile. With a lowered voice he continued. "Your... interests... are certainly rare, but you're not the only one with them." "Of course" she thought, realizing that they had probably tracked her online. "Stupid, stupid, stupid" Jane absentmindedly whispered to herself as she imagined smacking the palm of her hand up against her temple. Then, a little louder - "I... I... kind of knew that already."Mr. Smith blinked his eyes slowly and exhaled through his nose. "No, that just helped us figure out how to make contact without scaring you off." He lowered his folded hands down and sat back in his chair again, slowly rocking it back and forth. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "You're different, Jane." He paused a moment and then looked directly into her eyes. "You have </I>the</I> gift."She felt her heart drop into her stomach. The thousand shouting questions in her head all went silent at once as if they had simultaneously stopped to look up at Mr. Smith.He cocked his head a little bit to the other side, still smiling. "Look, do you think just </I>anyone</I> can do what you did last night?"The encounter briefly flashed in her mind. She was confused. "But... I didn't do anything." Mr. Smith let out another short breath through his nose and his smile broadened just a little bit more. A gentleness now seemed to pool in his eyes. "Yes you did, sweetie." He paused. "It was <I>all</I> you."Jane was stunned. The questions; they, too, were stunned.Mr. Smith now grinned like a Cheshire cat and he let out a knowing chuckle. "Welcome to the club." A little less than an hour later, Jane was nervously standing in a large room. It reminded her of a gymnasium; a weird gymnasium. There was soft rubber matting at her feet and the high walls and ceiling were lined by what looked like foam padding covered in fabric, like furniture upholstery. The whole room glowed white from cleverly hidden lights and she couldn't help comparing the setup to a padded cell in a mental institution. "Well, yeah, this <I>is</I> just a bit on the crazy side" she joked to herself. She wasn't exactly sure how much of a joke that sentiment really was after what Mr. Smith had outlined for the afternoon's itinerary.As she had been instructed to do, she stood at the center of the floor on a small painted circle waiting for Mr. Smith. Earlier, in a little room just off the entrance to the gym, she had changed into what looked like a white, one piece bathing suit. Its woven material was thin and smooth and impossibly stretchy. On her feet were white stretchy socks. She felt naked.Mr. Smith was soon at the glass entrance door of the cavernous room and then inside, walking over to her. He had exchanged the manila folder for a clipboard. "Good, good" he said as he approached, looking down and writing something on it. Once he was a few feet away, he pulled from out of his lab coat pocket what looked like a small black automobile key fob. "Would you move a couple steps to your right for me, please?"Jane complied. Mr. Smith pressed a red button on the fob and a small trap door under the circle she had just been standing in opened. After a moment, a green metallic compressed gas cylinder silently emerged on a mechanical platform and rose until the platform was even with the floor, taking the place of the trap door. The top of the cylinder came up to just below the height of Jane's chin and it had a regulator and a balloon inflation nozzle attached. There was a decal on the top of the cylinder identifying its contents as helium. She was very familiar with this particular setup."Does it fit okay?" Mr. Smith asked, gesturing at Jane's white suit."It's snug but it's perfect, otherwise.""Good, good" he nodded and made another note on the clipboard. "We have some other things if you don't think this one keeps your modesty very well." Jane nodded back in acknowledgement. "It's okay - just feels odd being in a bathing suit and not being poolside."Mr. Smith looked down at his clipboard once again and responded with a distracted grunt, then back up at Jane. "Well, let's get started, shall we?"Nervously, Jane nodded her head as her gaze switched from Mr. Smith to the green cylinder.From the same pocket of his lab coat that he had the fob in, Mr. Smith brought forth a large red deflated balloon and handed it to her. Jane turned it over, examining it. "There is nothing particularly special about that" he stated flatly as he pointed first to the balloon and then at the cylinder. "Or that." Then, he reached into the opposite pocket of the coat, removed his hand with the thumb and index finger pinched together, and with a quick motion released into the air above Jane's head what looked like a sparkling powder, just like he had done the night before. Jane flinched a little at the sudden gesture, a manifestation of her nervousness. Most of the powder quickly settled onto her and the balloon while the remainder seemed to vanish before hitting the floor. The little specks glowed brightly on her before quickly fading. It was as if they were being absorbed into her and the balloon. "Now, you are entangled."Jane's eyes widened with a sudden understanding of some of the cryptic things Mr. Smith had told her in the conference room and she silently nodded. He looked down again and wrote something on his clipboard and then reached out to Jane with his hand palm up, gesturing at the balloon. "May I?" Jane placed the balloon in his hand. She was trembling slightly. His smirk returned and as he received the balloon he stared straight at her with a raised eyebrow. He let out an amused little chuckle that seemed to say "I've got you now."He tossed the clipboard onto the matting next to the cylinder and began speaking very matterf-factly, like an instructor to his student. "Right now you need this to focus." His attention alternated between Jane and the balloon as he spoke. "But eventually, you won't need anything at all." Jane nervously followed his hands as they took the balloon's valve and carefully placed it over the regulator's rubber nozzle. Slowly, he then pulled it down onto it. With the nozzle and balloon firmly pinched between his thumb and finger, he turned to look at Jane again. "Are ya' ready, sweetie?" She could barely manage a nod of the head. Her trembling seemed uncontrollable."Okay then." He paused and then winked at her. "I love this part." With a movement of his wrist, he deflected the nozzle to the side for a moment. There was a faint hiss of gas and the balloon went from limp to partially erect.Jane gasped and almost let out a shriek. She could feel herself filling. It was a soft, warm hollowness that seemed to well up from inside. Her jaw dropped and she began to breathe heavily, eyes wide.Mr. Smith deflected the nozzle once more. With another hiss, the balloon continued inflating, becoming erect above the regulator. He stopped just as it began to stretch. She gasped loudly as the hollowness spread. Involuntarily, she arched her back and threw her arms out to the sides. Her skin felt thick and taut and the white bathing suit seemed to be just a little bit tighter. She breathed even harder now, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and she looked up at Mr. Smith again, mouth agape.He continued his lecture. "Now, without any control, it's just kinda' all over." With another flick of his wrist, he deflected the nozzle to the side again but this time for much longer. The red balloon swelled with gas and its surface became shiny as it wobbled back and forth.Immediately, the hollowness intensified and Jane felt herself balloon into the suit. The feeling seemed to center about her torso and she could feel her chest and belly inflate. Her shoulders swelled along with her hips, thighs, and calves. The soles of her feet seemed to push outward along the floor matting as her legs pressed into one another. Her breasts perked across her chest, pushing the neckline of the suit outward. Her buttocks ballooned bodaciously. Then there was her... oh, dear God... even <I>that</I> was swelling. Eyes wide in astonishment, she stared upward, looking at nothing.Mr. Smith pulled the balloon from the nozzle, pinching its valve to keep the gas in and moved in front of the panting woman. Then, loosening his grip, he let the helium quickly escape. "And just like that, poof! Gone!"As the balloon rapidly shrank, so did Jane's body. Her skin seemed to shrink in upon itself as her chest and belly receded. She stood there for a moment, arms still out to her sides as she breathed in and out. She felt smaller. She felt heavier. She felt deflated.Mr. Smith bent down and picked up the clipboard, wrote something else, and then tossed it back down onto the floor. "You okay?"Jane nodded vigorously as her breathing slowed."Ready to continue?"She paused and breathed in deeply, closing her eyes for a moment before looking up and slowly nodding in the affirmative.Mr. Smith went over to the cylinder and carefully put the balloon back in place over the nozzle. "Now, with a little practice..." Flicking his wrist a little more forcefully than before, the balloon went from limp to erect to swelling in one quick moment. The hollowness returned but this this time seemed to be centered about her breasts. Her feminine balloons swelled quickly into the stretching suit. She reflexively grabbed them and they squeaked as they rubbed against each other and the fabric of the suit. She looked down at her ballooning cleavage and then back up at Mr. Smith with a daft smile on her face.He halted the inflation for a moment before continuing his speech. "You can..." He momentarily flicked his wrist. The gas flowed briefly and Jane felt only her left breast grow. It swelled until it was almost twice the size of the other and pressing into her forearm. Her fingers spread widely against the stretching suit. She looked down in astonishment."Very precisely..." He flicked his wrist again. Her right breast swelled like the other until the two were once again a matching pair."Control..." The nozzle was deflected again. This time her backside ballooned out. Her buttocks swelled to cartoonish proportions and then stopped."Things." He made one final, momentary twitch on the nozzle. Jane gasped as she felt her nipples swell beneath the palms of her hands and then looked up at him in astonishment.Mr. Smith let Jane stand there for a moment, holding her ballooned bazooms in her hands as she began to giggle. He lifted the balloon off the nozzle and then slowly let the helium out as Jane watched and felt her chest shrink back down to normal. Normal felt heavy and small."Doin' okay?""Yes!" Jane nodded enthusiastically as her giggles finished playing themselves out.The balloon was positioned back on the nozzle. "There are no limits." He tilted the nozzle to the side again, forcefully. The hollowness returned more intensely and she felt like she was expanding all over like before. But, there was a difference this time. Mr. Smith, indeed the whole room, seemed to be shrinking. Looking down at herself, she realized that she was growing taller. That is, growing both taller and filling out all over. Mr. Smith stopped the inflation when she was about three times her normal height. "No limits at all." Jane looked and felt like a buxom advertising inflatable. The suit and socks stretched right along with her and with every movement her shiny skin squeaked. The hollow pressure of the gas filling her seemed to make moving about more difficult and she felt light headed. Her two balloon like breasts seemed to be floating up and trying to force their way out the top of the suit and she felt very light, as if standing at the bottom of a swimming pool. When she tried to talk, her voice seemed to loudly echo inside her head and she looked down at Mr. Smith, mouth agape once again."Yeah, I know" he responded to her attenuated exclamation. Then, nodding toward the red balloon, he added "This thing has a lot of stretch left in it, ya' know. I can make you get much bigger."A wordless "Oh" formed on her lips as she looked down.Mr. Smith again removed the balloon from the nozzle and then slowly let the helium out. Soon, Jane was back down to her normal self: small and heavy. She stood there, chest heaving in and out as she tried to take in the experience. She looked at Mr. Smith. "Wow.""I have one last thing to show you."Jane nodded. "Okay.""I have to balance things, so be patient." Mr. Smith returned the balloon back to its perch on the nozzle and then quickly looked at Jane, studying her. After a few moments, he opened the nozzle and slowly began inflating the balloon.The hollowness returned again. Jane closed her eyes and tilted her head back, then put her arms out to her sides again. A shiver washed across her. Under the stretchy fabric of the suit, her belly began to swell. From her sternum to down to her mons pubis it swelled outward with helium. She began to feel lighter, much like she had the night before and she brought her arms around her front to feel herself swell. The fabric of the bathing suit easily stretched around the curve of her body.Mr. Smith stopped for a moment, then resumed. The balloon was already bigger than it had been at any time before. Jane felt her hips and thighs begin to swell now. As they got bigger, she had to shift the diminishing weight on her feet to widen her stance. The upness seemed like it was trying to pull her up backwards, trying to make her head and feet swap places.Mr. Smith stopped again and then took a breath, concentrating he narrowed his eyes. With another flick of the wrist, the balloon began to swell again. In tandem, so did both of Jane's breasts. Up into the neckline of the suit, they ballooned bigger and bigger. Soon, each had inflated until they seemed to be half the size of her belly. The suit strained but still stretched right along with them. Her new cleavage inflated up to her chin, squeaking as it tried to float up and out. The inverse pull was gone - Mr. Smith had "balanced" her.Still swelling, she could feel herself getting lighter and lighter until finally she went up on her toes as her heels left the ground. Mr. Smith halted the balloon's inflation. It was huge now. Jane opened her eyes wide and looked over at Mr. Smith, who smiled back at her. Teetering back and forth on her toes, she felt like she could push off and bounce up into in the air for a moment."You like it, sweetie?"Jane closed her eyes and nodded. "Oh... yes."Mr. Smith paused for another moment and then gently pushed the valve to the side to slowly add more gas. Jane felt her whole body swell a little bit more as her toes left the matting and she began to rise up into the air. First it was just a couple of inches, then one foot, then three.He let one more puff of helium into the balloon and Jane's posterior swelled just a little bit, making her slowly rotate forward into a more prone position. Over the swell of her cleavage she looked down at him and laughed. After a few more moments of rising, she felt the padded ceiling at her back.Mr. Smith let her float around for some time, partially deflating and reinflating the balloon to let the ventilation air currents carry her around. After a while, he began to slowly let the helium out of it until her toes touched the matting again. With a little more haste, he allowed her to fully deflate back to her normal self. Back on terra firma, she ran up to him with a big smile on her face and gave him a hug."Well, I've got some things I need to do." He reached out and grasped her wrist in his hand, pulled it up, and placed the deflated balloon in it."Really?" she asked, not sure to believe she was being let loose."Yes. I've shown you what to do and now you need to practice."Jane looked at the balloon in her hand, then at Mr. Smith, and then at the helium bottle. Mr. Smith bent down to retrieve his clipboard and then stood back up. "Oh, one last thing." There sternness in his tone returned and Jane's attention perked up."Whatever you do" he continued while pointing at the deflated balloon. "Don't let it burst."Alarmed at the implication, Jane's eyes went wide. "Will I...""Well, no, but let's just say you'll be stuck in whatever state you're in for a while.""Oh" she replied quietly."Seriously" he said, "don't let it happen." It was awkward at first. She had absolutely no control. At one point, frustrated and just wanting to float again, she found herself blowing up all over like parade balloon, holding onto the nozzle as the balloon inflated uncontrollably. Finally unable to hold on any longer, her grip loosened and she shot up into the air. The balloon promptly popped off the nozzle and began flying around the room as it deflated. When that happened, Jane found herself also rapidly shrinking while in midair. She began falling and crashed into the floor matting as the deflated balloon landed in front of her. Sitting up, she clutched a knee until the pain subsided.After many more failed attempts, something seemed to click and she was finally able to just blow her boobs up by themselves. With a number of tries, she could eventually get them as big as weather balloons. At one point she was able to inflate them so that they were big enough to pull her up to her tippy toes. After even more practice, she was able to do a fairly good job replicating some of the ways Mr. Smith had inflated her. The whole time, the white suit stretched with her.She found that she couldn't get enough of the feeling of being fully blown up and floating around, yet her sore knee tempered her yearning. If she were to accidently let go of the balloon while up on the ceiling, not even the floor matting would be able to prevent serious injury.She stood once again at the cylinder, pondering whether or not to act on the stupid impulse running through her head. After a few minutes of rationalizing in favor of the idea, she carefully placed the balloon valve back onto the regulator's nozzle and then slowly began to blow herself up like Mr. Smith had done on his final example. Reaching around her wobbling gaseous breasts, she gave the balloon one last quick blast as she went up on her toes, making her rise into the air. She tightly pinched the balloon's valve in her hand as it pulled off of the nozzle.She slowly rose until about she was about halfway between the floor and ceiling and then brought the shiny red balloon in front of her inflated cleavage. She paused for a moment. It wasn't too late to come down. Maybe this wasn't a good idea."Fuck it" she quietly said to herself and then brought her other hand up to the balloon, tightly closed her eyes, and dug her fingernails into its tight, shiny surface. It did not give.She pressed harder.Loudly, it burst in her face and she gasped and shuddered at the explosive noise.Slowly opening her eyes, she found that she was still hovering in the middle of the room with the shredded remnants of the balloon in her hand and down into her balloony cleavage.Jane giggled naughtily and kicked her feet. Mr. Smith stood next to Lucy at her computer. She looked up at him as he concentrated on the security camera feed. It was recording Jane as she floated around in midair sans the red balloon."Excellent." He smiled wryly."Verdict?" 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In the first story (Hotel Pictures Ch. 01) we told you the story about our first night in NYC, where we took in a Broadway play and then returned to the hotel for some heavy sex and picture play. Our pictures recorded our exhibitionism. Our exhibitionism took us into the hotel hallway, and finally into another man's room, where Molly received some great sex from two men. We slept the night as a three. In the morning the man was gone. In his place we found a box and a note. The sun streaming in the open window woke Molly and me up the next morning. I found her naked in my arms. We had slept the night in his room. I looked for a clock and found the time to be late morning. Molly stirred, we both sat up. On the bed lay a large white box and a note. I opened the note, read, it and gave it to Molly. She read the note, smiled. She looked at me, and said, "Do you want to?" I smiled back, "Why not." The note read: "I enjoyed our evening last night and was hoping that you two might join me for dinner tonight. In the box is a gift, for which if you accept, I would like Molly to wear. Call me at my cell number around 8 p.m. and I will give you directions to the restaurant". His cell number was attached to the note. Molly got up from the bed. Moved over to the box and opened it. She pushed the white tissue paper aside and pulled out a small, beautiful black dress that twinkled in the sunlight. She held it up against her naked body. There was not much material from what I could see. She looked back down at the box, reached down, and pulled out a very small, sheer, black matching g-string. She looked up at me and giggled. Threw her hair back and proceeded to put the items on. First she put the g-string on and modeled it for me. It barely covered her bush. There was only a thin string that wrapped round her waist and ran down between her legs. The black triangle that covered her pussy was long and not very wide. It looked very sexy on her. She placed the dress up, over her head, and let it slide down over her naked body. The spaghetti straps dropped onto her shoulders, stopping the downward movement of the dress. The dress just barely covered her. It dipped very low in the back. It was clearly designed not to be worn with a bra. The front draped over her breasts like fine curtains, such that you could see the movement of her breasts as she walked. The dress was very short, just barely covering her ass. It was very revealing. Molly walked around the room, found a mirror and started to admire herself in the dress. She turned to me, smiled, and said: "I love it, don't you?" I said, "It certainly compliments your figure leaving very little to the imagination." She smiled, "Yes, I see it does not cover much, but I do love it. Let's go to dinner with him. What do we have to loose after what we did last night." "I agree." "Okay, let's go back to our room and freshen up. We didn't get much sleep last night, so maybe we should rest up for our dinner?" she said. With that I said, "Yes, now take the dress off and put it back into the box." She smiled at me and then said, "Okay, you want me to walk back to our room naked!" I had forgotten that the robe was not with us. I smiled and said, "No, keep the dress on and let's go." She put her heels back on, grabbed the note and the box. I opened the door and out we went. There were two men in the hallway talking outside their room. We were not going to get back to our room without being seen. We made our way down the hallway. I looked for the robe but it was no where to be found. The men certainly noticed my wife in her short black dress. They stopped talking and just stared as we walked by. We quickly made our way down to the room. Unlocked the door and disappeared inside. Molly turned to me. Threw her arms around my neck. Placed a kiss on my lips and said, "Did you see how those men looked at me in this dress!" "Yes," I answered, "They saw what I am seeing now, a very sexy lady with gorgeous legs." She giggled and walked to the middle of the room. She took off the dress, g-string, heels, and stockings and then dashed into the bathroom. I heard the water running, so I knew she was taking a shower. She came out 20 minutes later, naked with a towel wrapped around her head. Naked. She removed the towel, took the dryer and started to dry her hair to brush out the wetness. As she dried her hair, I moved over to her and grabbed her breasts from behind. She leaned back into my arms. She turned to give me a kiss. We moved over and fell into the bed. We kissed, but it was clear we were tired. It was not long before the kissing stopped and we fell asleep. The next I knew, it was 7 p.m. We had slept through the afternoon and it was now evening. It was time to get up. I gently rocked Molly and her eyes opened. "Do you still want to go to dinner with him?" I asked. "Yes, I want to wear that dress for both of you." "We only have an hour, Molly, so we need to rush." We rolled out of the bed and Molly went to work getting ready, while I took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom I found Molly brushing her air by the open window with only stockings and heels on. She was giving NYC another show. She turned to me and said, "You missed the show I was giving. There were two men at the corner watching me as I brushed my hair. The traffic light turned a few times. They could have crossed. They did not move their heads from me. I watched them as they watched me." I walked up to Molly. Looked out the window and saw nothing. I then turned to her, placed my hand between her legs and felt her wetness. From her wetness, I knew she was telling me the truth. She moved away from the window and into the room. She picked up the g-string and stepped into it. She modeled it for me, strutting around the room, and then picked up the little black dress. Placing it over her head, she let it and slide down over her body until it fell into place again. She looked great earlier in the dress, but now her mane of hair was brushed out which made her look even sexier. I almost didn't want to go to the restaurant. Molly said, "Did you call?" "No," I answered, "I was just about to do that." I found his cell number and called. On the fourth ring a male's voice answered. "Hi," I said, "this is Molly's husband. Do you still want us to join you for dinner?" "Oh, yes," he answered, "I was hoping you would call. I am sitting in the restaurant bar right now having a drink. I have reservations for three at 8:30. Are you ready to jump into a cab now, or do I need to change the reservation?" "No, we are ready." He gave me the name of the restaurant and its location, and then hung up. Molly and I made our way down to the lobby and out the door. The eyes of many men followed her as she moved through the hotel. The doorman called us a cab and appeared more interested in helping Molly into the cab, which was no surprise. Why I tipped him I do not know, since Molly provided her own tip, showing those long, tan legs of hers in that short black dress. He smiled, told us to have a good evening, and closed the door. I gave the cabbie the address and off we went. We arrived at the restaurant within 15 minutes. I paid the cab. I got out of the cab, turned and gave Molly my hand as she slid out of the cab. She was having trouble keeping her dress down as she got out. She showed a lot of leg and ass before stepping out into the street. The restaurant's doorman gave Molly the biggest of smiles as he held the door open for us. We entered the restaurant. I approached the maitre d' and gave him our party reservation name. He smiled at Molly, told us to follow him and in we went. He took us to a booth in the back of the restaurant where the lights were dimmer. As we come around the side of the booth we found our stranger. He smiled. Got out of the booth, shook my hand, turned to Molly, pulled her into his arms and gave her a big kiss. "I am so glad you came to join me for dinner. This is one of my favorite restaurants. I hope you enjoy the food as much as I have," said the man. He helped Molly into the booth, directing me to the other side. We slid into the booth, with Molly between us. "I am so glad you came and I am so thrilled that you are wearing the gift I gave you. You look great in it!" Molly smiled and said, "I would have had a problem getting back to our room if I didn't have this dress. It is beautiful and I do love it." "I am very pleased," he said. Suddenly the waiter was at the table. He asked us and asked if we like something to drink before the meal. All three of us nodded in agreement. We ordered a bottle of red wine. The waiter returned shortly with the wine and poured us each a drink. The man raised his glass, "To Molly, you were exquisite last night. I loved looking at you last night and I love looking at you now." We talked, drank, laughed and told stories. I had not noticed the time go by, but I did notice when there were two empty wine bottles and a third almost empty. The conversation started to turn towards sex. Molly was having trouble with the dress. The spaghetti straps kept falling off her shoulders. Every now and then a breast came into view. That probably explained why the waiter was so attentive. Finally the man stopped talking. Looked into Molly's eyes and said, "Molly, I would like one item back. Can I have the g-string that I gave you?" Molly, squirmed, looked back and said, "What do you mean? Do you want the panties I have on right now?" "Yes," he answered. Molly looked at me. I smiled back. She then looked back at the man and said, "Okay, let me go to the ladies room and I will take them off." "No, I want you to take them off here," he said. "I would be too embarrassed to do that here," she said. "What if someone would see me?" "No one will see you sitting back her between your husband and me. And we can help you." Molly smiled looked around the restaurant and then said, "Okay." With that she pulled the dress up to her waist, moved the strings down her thighs, raised her ass off the seat and moved the g-string down to her knees. "Let me do the rest," he said. He moved his hand onto her body, down along her waist, between her legs, over her thigh, down to her knees, and grabbed the g-string. She shuttered a little as his hand moved down her body. He reached down, moved the g-string to her ankles while she raised her legs. He pulled the item off her feet. He then brought the g-string to his face and breathed in her scent. "You smelled so good last night and now I have your body perfume to remember you by." Molly smiled a nervous smile. The wine continued to flow while we enjoyed our dinner. The waiter had just removed our plates when the man turned to Molly and said, "I want you to pull your dress up and spread your legs for us to see your sex, Molly." She had, had enough wine and compliments that she did not question the request but immediately did what he asked. As she spread her legs we both could see the hairs on her pussy. After spreading her legs, she looked first at him and then at me. As she put the wine glass to her lips, his hand moved to her leg. She jumped to his touch, but did not try to move away. She held the glass to her lips as his hand moved up her thigh finding his target, her pussy. He moved his hand between her legs and pushed his finger into her opening. She jumped again. He withdrew his hand, moving his hand along her thigh, and back to her ass. "Molly, raise your ass up from the seat." She complied with his request. He placed his hand on the seat under her ass. "Now sit on my hand, Molly." She squirmed as she lowered her ass to his hand. He looked at me at said, "play with her clit." I moved my hand moved down under the table, over her legs, between her legs and pushed down between her legs until I found the tip of her clit. I lightly moved my finger back and forth over her clit. She started to move her hips. She was getting excited and we both could see that. While she moved he placed his other hand onto one spaghetti strap and gave me a look to do the same. We both moved the straps down over her shoulders and let the light material drop down. Her breasts were in view over the table. We moved her dress down exposing both breasts, visible above the table. She did not mind. She was now concentrating on her growing orgasm. His hand moved under her ass and then she jumped. "Yes, yes," she said, "put your finger into my ass." She wiggled and moaned and I was certain my hand was on her clit while his finger was working her anus. She was clearly on her way to an orgasm. She was starting to move even more now. She grabbed both of us and started to rock in her seat. She was now on her way; she was not going to return until she was done. As her excitement grew the waiter returned. He stood over us, smiling, looking down. She closed her eyes, placed her hands down onto the seat, arched her back, pushed out her breasts, and continued to rock. She was naked except for a thin strip of black material that lay around her waist. She looked up. Saw the waiter. Stared at him and came. She shook, cried softly, and grabbed my hand while she continued to shake with an intense orgasm. She then closed her eyes, lowered her head and sat there not moving. It felt like forever before anyone spoke. The waiter finally said, "Will there be anything else?" The man looked up and said, "Yes, do you have any scissors?" "Yes, we do sir," answered the waiter. "I would like to borrow a pair of scissors. You can also bring the check." "Yes, sir", and with that he ran off, returning very shortly with both items. Molly was still sitting naked, enjoying her orgasm when he returned. The waiter handed the bill and the scissors to the man. The man took the scissors and said, "Molly, lay back in your husbands arms, I would like to take something of yours to remember you by." She did not answer, just turned facing the man, fully exposed, and lay back against me. "Molly, now spread your legs. Don't worry, I will not hurt you." She did as she was asked and spread her legs exposing her cunt to the man. He moved the scissors down towards her pussy. At first I thought he was going to cut the dress off of her body. Instead he pinched a clump of her public hairs between two fingers, pulled lightly and used the scissors to cut the pubic hair from her body. There was a clear patch of hair missing from her pussy now. She looked down at what he did and giggled. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. Placed the clump of pubic hair into the material, carefully folded the handkerchief around the hair, picked the bundle up and placed it into his suit jacket. He then said, "I need to leave now. Would you walk me out to the street?" Molly sat up, smiled, and pulled the dress back up over her breasts. We got out of the booth. Molly pulled her dress down over her ass as she stood up. All this time the waiter was quietly watching and smiling. He wished us well as we moved towards the front door. We stepped out into the chilly air. The man waved down a cab. He turned to me and shook my hand, saying, "Thank you for sharing your wife, she is one sexy lady." Then he turned to Molly, pulled her into his arms, planted a long, deep kiss on her mouth while his hands raised her skirt and played with her ass. She let him expose her ass to the people walking by on the street. He finished his kiss and thanked us again, jumped into the cab and took off. We never did get his name. Not that it mattered. I watched his cab drive off while my hand ran down, under Molly's skirt to find her pussy. I ran my finger between her legs and felt her wetness. "I think someone wants something as much as I do," I said. She answered, "I was hoping you would say that."	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The tall husky nodded, his fur rippling around a bit as he did so, "Right, ok, let me get the buckets." He jogged away back up toward the house, and grabbed two, then returned to the stream and filled those two buckets up with water, one for the washing during the work, the other for cooking later. He stood with them and nodded back toward the house, "Let's get this show on the road...as for getting alcohol in town, you mean we can't just drink it all and forget our worries?" He laughed. Tisha shook her head, a grin threatening to take over her lips. "You are so bad, Marco! Of course we can't drink it all! What would we do then if one of us got a serious injury that required us to do surgery or something similar?" Four buckets of water would be plenty for cooking and cleaning during the work today. She picked up the first two that Marco filled and waited while he filled the other two, then headed up to the house with him. "When we get there, go grab the brains, and I'll grab the knives. We'll get the hides and venison for dinner together." Marco laughed and shook his head, "I was only kidding." He let her take two buckets, and once the others were filled he followed her back up to the house. He put the water down outside the back porch and then went to grab the brains out of the house where they had put them the day before. They stunk worse, and he nearly gagged, but managed to keep his stomach under control and got the bucket outside into the fresh air where it wasn't so bad. While Marco went to grab the brains, Tisha took one bucket into the house, putting some of the water onto boil for more coffee. She ran up the stairs, grabbing a couple knives, then hurried back down at a slightly slower pace. Slipping through the kitchen on her way to the porch for tanning detail, she grabbed a ladle and, once on the porch, dropped it into a bucket of water. They'd need to keep the brains moist as they worked. The tall husky came back toward the house, but set the bucket down well away from it, so that they couldn't smell it so badly, "Where do you want them?" he asked, his nose scrunched up and his ears flicking back and forth. It was plain to see that he was attempting not to smell them even from where he was at. He knew that this job wasn't going to be particularly fun at all. "Well, we're not tanning on the porch, so no worries about that," she grinned as she stretched up on her toes to lick his scrunched up nose. "You look so cute trying not to smell the brains." Returning to the flats of her feet, she pointed to a slightly shady spot. "We'll work over there, keep the brains out of the sun. We'll go grab the hides and bring them over. We can either grab out the venison for dinner now, or wait until later this afternoon when we're done with the tanning this afternoon." "Let's get this stinky stuff done first." he laughed, moving back to pick up the brain bucket and carry it back over to the tree she pointed out. He set the bucket down in the shade, then came back to help her get the hides and carry them over as well. He just wanted this job to be done and over with, so that they could move on to whatever else needed done. Tisha walked with him to the smokehouse, where the hides were waiting to be tanned. "We'll each grab one of the small frames and part of the larger frame. We can carry them all back at one time. I'll work the deer hide and show you how to clean up the rabbit hides for you to work on." Marco nodded, stepping inside the smoke house and picking up one of the smaller frames and holding it while she got the other, then he grabbed one end of the bigger frame for the deer skin and carried it back as well. They hefted all of them over to the same tree and set them down, "Alright, well, I'll at least know how to do this even if I don't plan on doing it much..." "I doubt either of us wants to do this often, and I know the tribal women are more used to the smell. They'll do the tanning and we can hunt to help provide the food they eat. It's a win-win for both sides. Besides that, the tribal women are the best tanners I've ever seen. They do things to the hides to make the softest deerhide clothes I've ever seen. Plus they know how to dye the hides for ceremonies," Tisha grinned as she hefted the other small rabbit hide frame and grabbed hold of the other side of the larger deer frame. He laughed and nodded, "Well, then I'll let them do it." He shook his head and they carted the frames out of the shed and across the lawn over to where he had put the bucket with the brains in it, and one with water. He helped her set down the large deer frame and then he put the smaller one down as well, "Alright, so, instructor Tisha, what's first?" Tisha set down her part of the deerhide frame and set the rabbit skin frame over with the other one. "First, bring over the other two buckets of water. Those buckets we'll use to wash up in, and this one will be the 'keep the brains moist' bucket." She dropped the ladle she carried on her hip into the bucket and scooped out a couple ladles of water, which she added to the brains. She winked at Marco, then turned the hides so the fleshy side would be open for work. Marco gave her a nod and jogged back over to the porch to pick up the last two buckets. He brought them back and set them to the side for when they washed up. Then he watched her add some water to the brains, shaking his head the whole time, "Alright, gotcha." He helped her turn the hides, and then planted his hands on his hips, "What's next?" Reaching into the bucket with the brains as Marco returned, she started mushing them up again, getting them turned into nothing more than bits of ick. "Now that these are really turned to mush, we start working. We need to smear some, not too much, just enough, onto the bottom of the hides - the sides with bits of meat and muscle and sinew still attached. We'll use the deer hide for me to show you, and you'll be working on the rabbit skins. Those will be easier to get done." Her brain coated hands smeared over the crap attached to the deer hide, and she worked to smear more on it, making sure that there would still be enough for the rabbit skins. He watched her from where he stood, slowly nodding through the process, "Alright, I see." He stepped over to one of the rabbit hides, dug his paw into the bucket of brains, and started smearing it all over the back side. He scrunched up his face and shook his head, not believing what they had to do to tan the hides. This was fucking disgusting...but it had to be done. It was fucking disgusting, Tisha admitted to herself. But it told her a lot about Marco that he was willing to dig in and get this done - not just for them, but for the tribe and any others they rescue and bring here. Once she had the deer hide smeared with the brains and she'd noted that Marco had done the same to the rabbit hides, she went to one of the buckets and washed her hands off. "Okay, now you need to wash your paws off, so you don't accidentally get the brains or blood on the furred side of the rabbit skins. After your hands are clean, take your knife, then watch what I do on the deer hide. You'll do the same on the rabbit skins on the smeared side." Marco had seen more disgusting shit than this in his life. He wasn't one to easily get sick or shirk a duty cause he didn't like it. He might make comments and bitch about it... but, well... He would do it anyway, especially if it meant helping someone else. He moved over to his bucket and washed his paws off like she had said, glad to get the muck out of his fur, though it would take a lot more than just a dunk in water to make him feel really like they were clean. "Alright, gotcha." He picked up his knife and stood watching her. Now that they had the mushed brains spread on the hides, Tisha moved to the hide with her knife and started scraping off the gunk still left on the hide after it had been removed from the deer meat. "Work with the grain of the skin. You want to make sure that none of the meat or sinew is left on the skin. Rinse off your knife in the same bucket you washed off in. We'll use the clean bucket for water to keep the hides stretched out when the time is right." Her knife slid down the hide from her waist as she leaned over the hide, showing him just how to clean the hide. He gave a curt nod, watching her technique with the knife, and then bringing it up in the same fashion, and pushing it down the skin. He was working with a much smaller one of course, but still. He repeated her motions as exactly as he could, and watched as the gunk started to peel away. He rinsed the knife off, and went back to it, slowly removing all of the muscle and sinew was gone before he moved into another area. It was disgusting work but interesting...he was learning something every day. Tisha worked at a slightly faster pace than Marco, used to this job, having done it at least once a year before the tribe showed up and she could change to hunting the food and letting the tribal women tan the hides. After every scrape down the hide to remove the crud from the inside of the hide, she rinsed off the knife blade, then scraped again, moving across the length of the hide until she had half the hide cleaned of crap. Then she raised the lowest portion of the hide and lowered the upper, laying the hide out flat. Then she moved to the foot of the hide and scraped towards her, pulling the rest of the gunk off it. He repeated her actions, slowly getting more comfortable with the process as they went, able to move a bit more quickly. He soon had the first rabbit hide done, though she finished her first half of the deer before he was. He held it up to look at it, and then turned it to her, "How's this look for a beginner brain scraper?" He laughed. Tisha turned to look at the rabbit skin, and paused for a moment to walk over to really inspect the skin. "Looks good. Keep an eye on the edges, though. They tend to play tough about getting cleaned up. I usually scrape everything I can, then go back to scrape the edges clean. With the rabbit skins, you want to keep as much of the fur still attached to the hide, so you don't want to scrape the edges as hard, but you don't want to leave anything." She moved back to the deer hide and started the lower portion, getting the rest of the crud off the middle of the skin before working the edges carefully. The canine nodded, "Gotcha." He took the frame back and began carefully working around the edge with his knife. He was gentle, not wanting to cut it but wanting to be sure all the crap was off of it before he was finished. He dunked his knife several times as he worked, then finished it up and set it down, "There, one down." He picked up the other, dug his hand into the brains and slathered them all over it, then rinsed his paws and got to work on it as well. He glanced off toward the woods as they worked, wondering how Black Elk was doing, and when the hell the rest of the tribe would get there. Tisha finished getting the leftover bits of venison from the underside of the deerhide, carefully scraping the sides as she worked. Pleased with her work and looking over both of his frames, she smiled. "You did great, Marco. Keep working on that second one, and when you're done with it, we need to flip this deerhide over. I have to work out the deer's fur from this hide. It's not something we need to do on those rabbit skins though." "Right, ok." He got to work a bit harder, scraping off the rest of the gunk all over the back of the second rabbit skin, and rinsing the knife frequently. Once he seemed to have it finished, he rinsed the knife a final time, then helped her flip the deerhide over so that she could show him how to work the fur out of it. Tisha waited for Marco, then flipped the deerhide over, showing the short fine hairs still on the hide from the deer's coat. "I learned a couple tricks to this to make this part a little faster. One of the main ways to remove the hair is to use the knife to clean it off, but that takes a long time, since you have to go with the grain of the fur. And that means down each leg carefully, and whirls of fur are harder to remove. But if you take a wire curry, we can get most of the short hairs out, then go over it with the knives to get the rest off. Plus this is the part where we can use the clean water to our advantage, cause we can rinse off the hairs we remove." Once the hide was flipped over onto its other side, he listened to her as she explained some of the tricks they could use to get the hair out of the hide. At least this didn't sound like such a hard thing to do, not compared to getting the gunk off the back. Not that the process of doing that was hard. It was just messy, disgusting work. He licked his lips, his long tongue snaking out for a moment, "Alright, so let's do this." Tisha smiled and nodded, running to the barn to grab a pair of wire curry combs, then hurried back to the frame. "Now with these, we can move faster over the legs and whirls of fur, and even the rest of the coat." She started on one leg, showing him how to use it on the hide without damaging the hide. "You want to use enough pressure to pull the hair out, but still keep it light enough not to tear or scratch the hide itself. When you press down, make sure the hide doesn't dip. That will mean too much pressure is being put on the hide." He took the other wire curry comb that she gave him and waited while she showed him how to press on the hide and rub it to get the fur out. It was a bit harder job than scraping the gunk, but much more pleasant in the long run, so he didn't complain. They made good progress once he got the hang of it, and soon enough they had most of the fur laying in a pile on the ground. Tisha grinned as she saw the progress they were making on the hide, especially Marco on his first set of hides. "Okay, now that we've 'curried' the majority of the hair off the hide, it's time to rinse the hide off and get rid of loose hair on it. I'll go grab the sweat scraper that we use on the horses, and you ladle the water over the hide." He nodded and shifted the bucket closer to them, taking up the ladle full of water and scattering it over the hide that was strung up on the frame. He waited for it to run off, ladled on more, and more again, making sure that the loose hair was rinsed off of the hide and the clean surface below was visible. While Marco drizzled water over the deerskin, Tisha ran back over to the barn, grabbing the sweat scraper and got back to the hide as the last of the water dripped from the bottom edge of the hide and pooled in the ground below them. She took the scraper and slid it over the hide, pulling the remaining water off the hide, since she didn't want a water logged hide, and grinned. "Only a few spots to use the knives on to remove hair. And those would be the legs, which are always harder to remove hair from with anything but a knife." He nodded and smiled, putting the ladle back in the bucket and taking up his knife again. Then he took one leg and started to gently work on it, working through the hair to try and get it removed, bit by bit, while she worked on the others. This working together was fun actually, because they got to spend time together, even if the job itself wasn't all that fun in and of itself. Tisha worked quickly, more used to the job than Marco. She got the three remaining legs done while Marco got that last one taken care of. The moment she saw that no hair was left, she smiled, and looked up at Marco. "We're done with the tanning. At least this stage of it. Let's carry the hides back to the smokehouse, then get washed up and then get the meat for dinner. You get to help me cook tonight." Marco nodded, "Righto... I'll be happy to get to really wash this goo off of me." He chuckled and stepped back, rinsing off his knife, drying it on some grass, then sheathing it and moving to pick up one of the rabbit frames and hand it to her. He picked up the other, then grabbed one side of the taller frame and waited for her to pick up the other side. "I'm not much of a cook, but I'll help however I can." Between the two of them, they carried the three frames to the smokehouse and she set her side of the large frame down in the large smokey house. She set her smaller frame on a ledge on the wall, leaving enough room on the ledge for the other rabbit skin. "Good thing you're willing to help me cook, cause I plan on something big, and I'll need the help. But we get cleaned up before we get the meat. I really don't want brained meat for dinner. Time to go get cleaned up. Race you to the river." He placed his end of the large frame when she put hers down, then placed his rabbit skin on the shelf next to the other. Wiping his hands off on each other, he stepped back out into the afternoon sun. He hadn't even realized that it had gone down so far. He sighed and then laughed, "You're on." He grinned and turned, not waiting for her to start but instantly striking out, laughing. His frame was tall and muscular, and perfectly built for loping... he was a husky after all. Tisha gave a low laugh, then struck out, racing headlong after him. But then again, she knew all the shortcuts around here, and veered off through a few bushes as she headed towards the river from the lower angle. Getting to the river just before Marco, she stripped down and raced into the water, the bloody clothes left on the shore as she waited for Marco to join her in the water. He skidded up to the river just after he heard her splash into it. He glanced back the way he had come, then back at her, then planted his hands on his hips and laughed, the sound coming out almost like a howl, "Well... if I had known you were going to cheat." He laughed and stuck his tongue out, then shook his head and reached for the bottom of his shirt, stripping it off and casting it away, then bending to untie his shoes.	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