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Neither Spikes nor Tim were convinced that the plan was going to work, but it was either that or do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day, so they both powered through a not-insignificant amount of trepidation and apprehension, quite odd for two people that had told themselves nothing would happen, and turned the modified Digivice back on. Amazingly, it didn’t immediately catch on fire, a surefire sign that, if nothing else, it was at least sturdier than the previous attempts. It didn’t actually turn on at all, but considering what had been happening until then, this was a genuine improvement. “No, no, I got this,” the lynx mumbled before the Rena could say anything, “just gotta… gimme a second…” Fiddling with the device for about five minutes, the feline eventually gave up completely. As much as he tried, there was simply nothing there for him to interact with, his attempts at modifying the actual hardware apparently having bricked the whole thing. His irritation reached a peak when he did manage to get the screen to flicker, only for it to bluescreen almost immediately afterwards; was it any surprise, then, that the cat immediately threw the thing at the ground? Perhaps not. What was surprising was how such a destructive act, rather than ending in a pile of disjointed wiring and circuit boards, instead produced an immediate effect on Spikes, whose body flickered in and out of existence for a few brief moments before settling back in, the Renamon looking at himself with an alarmed look on his face. The Digivice, despite having looked to be entirely broken, turned on without any sort of input, the words “DATA DOWNLOAD INITIATED” displayed on the tiny monitor. Almost immediately after this took place, Spikes doubled over and clutched at his stomach, groaning loudly enough for Tim to flinch and take a few steps back; did they just do something wrong? Had they stepped over an invisible line? Their roommate-cum-occasional lover certainly seemed like they were going through some kind of… discomfort, to say the least, but this illusion was only maintained for as long as it took for him to look at his own arms. Being too busy holding a stomach that seemed intent on making his life miserable, Spikes barely even noticed how his body had begun to change all around him. He failed to realize how heavy he suddenly felt, or how much his arms appeared to take a lot more effort to move around. It wasn’t until he opened his eyes again and looked down that the Renamon understood why: what used to have been a couple of limp noodles were now suddenly rigid, rippling logs worthy of a career bodybuilder! It took him some time before the reality of it set in, at which point the growth spurt had already begun to spread to the rest of his body: first his shoulders, bulking up in order to let him even hold his arms there to begin with, heading down his torso and up his neck, until he felt his upper body inflate like some kind of balloon… one that felt significantly weightier than air. Tim, meanwhile, got to experience the full breadth of the transformation from his seat on the ground, having tripped over themselves before they could find anywhere else to sit. From down there, they had a front-row seat to the show, to Spikes slowly rising to his feet and straightening out his back, exposing his bulging pecs, his solidifying abs, his rippled physique and thickening legs. Every inch of that Renamon seemed to glisten with either sweat or something else, muscles building on muscles, height multiplying onto itself until he reached seven feet. Poor thing was so taken aback by what he was going through that he had to lean onto a table for support, only for it to shatter completely and have him collapse onto the floor, coughing and spluttering as his lungs failed to provide enough air for him. The lynx reacted the only way they could: rushing to the Digivice to try and turn it off. Amazingly, it did just that, the bulking up stopping right afterwards. Spikes was still the same size, still gasping for breath, but after being given a few more minutes to rest and recuperate, he seemed to find some semblance of balance within himself. He sat back up, craning his neck backwards in an attempt to give his nose some room, what with his head now being significantly tinier compared to everything else on him. He’d gone from scrawny to something beyond strong, his whole body having become a sculpture of manhood unlike anything Tim or Spikes themselves had ever seen before. Usually, muscle-leaning hypers had a tendency to become nearly-grotesque masses of sinew and bulbous curvature, whereas the only word that came to the lynx’s mind to describe their roomie was… tight. Years and years of dedicated, daily bodybuilding had been compressed into just a few seconds, leaving the Rena with the kind of body that made his partner want to splay themselves all over it and just trace its contours until they grew tired of it, assuming such a thing would ever happen. From the Renamon’s broad, rock-hard pecs to his trunk-like legs and the bulging biceps on each arm, to say nothing of how his neck was starting to bulk up around his head, Spikes had become something akin to irresistible… and neither of them wanted to let such an opportunity go to waste. Tim in particular was shaking all over when they grabbed the Digivice again, mostly thanks to their mind insisting they should be throwing themselves at that hunk of a Rena before anything happened to him. Spikes, meanwhile, was glad to just grope himself to make sure things were, in fact, completely real, leading to quite the embarrassing moment when the two’s eyes met and they had to consider a few… things. A couple of hours and a bed later later, they were finally in the right headspace to discuss things more openly; namely, what to do with the device now that it was finally working. Tim suggested slowing down the rate of data download so that Spikes’ growth spurt could be made continuous, if glacial in pace; the Rena, for his part, much preferred the idea of using a compressor field to hide his true size. That way, he could grow as big as he wanted so long as he could keep most of that size hidden away in a dimensional pocket space. The lynx wasn’t all that enthused about the idea of letting their partner run wild with that sort of growth… at least until Spikes brought both hands to their back and all-but rubbed the lynx’s face all over one of his pecs. The resulting mess of a feline was too far gone in their own infinite ocean of lust and hyperactive libido to really do much of anything but moan and beg for more, which the Rena took as tacit acceptance of their compressor idea. The next day, the lynx was already hard at work messing with the electronics again; according to them, it’d be far better to build the pocket space controller into the Digivice itself, rather than rely on third-party items, thus giving them a much finer control over what kind of sizes Spikes could grow to and display to the world. Besides, it also offered a way to deliberately mess with the numbers that made him up via retroactive continuity… whatever that meant. Admittedly, it was a genuine disappointment to see the Renamon’s body suddenly go back to what it used to be, with Spikes himself expressing no end of sadness for his gloriously bulky form being made to vanish into some pocket dimension. They both knew it was there, but it was hardly the same; without the ability to run their fingers through a set of pecs that could stop bullets or a six-pack that could grate cheese, it just… wasn’t worth it. Thankfully, however, they wouldn’t have to wait for a long time before the effects began to manifest themselves again; Spikes was still growing after all, and even if most of his true size was being hidden away by the compressor field, it wouldn’t be a week before both roommates began to notice his body was beginning to take on familiar contours. First came the arms, once more going from noodly to ripped, Spikes waking up every day to find that more muscle mass had developed along both of them and, later on, his legs. He’d use this as an opportunity to show off, especially when they were cleaning around the house, eventually getting to the point where he’d just pick up the couch and lift it over his head just to prove that he could, in the process further developing his already burgeoning musculature. The Rena’s torso and back came right afterwards, solidifying and expanding as the solid center from which the rest of his body could exude raw power, his rock-hard pecs returning in full strength as his abs slowly came back into delectable definition. Barely a month had gone by and Spikes was already at the exact same size as he had been during the initial growth spurt; with the underlying knowledge that his true dimensions were significantly larger, and what they were both seeing was just a taste of what was to come. Moving around the house became progressively harder as the days went by, enough that doors and doorframes became obstacles more than anything else; after a certain point, the Renamon just couldn’t use them properly, having to squeeze his body through sideways, one limb at a time and with extreme care, lest he accidentally rip the whole damn thing off the wall it was built into. Even the latter wasn’t safe; all it took was him tripping and outstretching his hand for a brand new hole to adorn the house’s frame, sometimes packing enough kinetic energy to have his arm sink into the room on the other side! Their home was growing more and more inadequate by the hour, pockmarked with plenty of evidence that the Rena was simply too big to fit and exist within it… and yet neither of them did anything about that. Why would they, when it was a constant reminder of how great the experience was? By the end of the second month, Tim had already given up even trying to do anything else, their life turned into little more than an endless series of ministrations paid unto their Rena hubby, their days spent worshipping his form in whatever way the lynx could think up. Be it through oil massages, rubbing, fur-combing, anything really if it meant they could get their hands on him. Spikes, in the meantime, was happy to encourage them to keep going, knowing that, at some point, something drastic was going to happen and the two would have to go through a paradigm shift; what that would be was still a mystery, but what he knew was that it was going to be big, as everything always was with the two of them. In the meantime, he delighted himself in slowly and entirely accidentally destroying their abode; he wasn’t trying to wreck the upholstery or punch holes into the walls, but he couldn’t avoid doing so either. His body was effectively out of his control when it came to pulling his punches, and what would’ve been a minor accident for anyone else inevitably turned into yet another repair bill they would never pay. This wasn’t enough though; after a while, the Rena began to actively seek out ways to demonstrate how oversized he was, how the world around him could no longer contain him. Maybe he deliberately tripped over that thing on the ground, maybe he intentionally put more strength than he should when grabbing a drawer, who knew? Perhaps the worst instance of this behaviour was when he decided to sit down on the couch to watch TV; both of them knew that he was far too heavy to do that, and yet he did it anyway. The result: a sofa broken down the middle, stuffing and springs fully exposed, and a sheepish-looking Rena pretending to be sorry about it while his lynx lover ignored the whole thing and kept on massaging his chest. Things carried on like that for what felt like weeks. Days blended into one another until they stopped making any chronological sense whatsoever, their snuggle sessions lasting for so long that they had the opportunity to ignore how hungry they were feeling before inevitably gorging themselves on whatever was at hand. The house was progressively more wrecked by their careless approach to the Rena’s growth, their environs turned into an increasingly pulverized pile of sawdust and bits of cotton. Soon, the whole house was gone, reduced to rubble, with the two of them locked in an embrace that seemed to never end… at least until Spikes had an idea. It was a terrible one, one that could very likely end in the two of them going somewhere they couldn’t come back from, but it was an idea nonetheless. Tim’s body was… special. Unique. Though the lynx hadn’t tapped into those powers in a while, courtesy of having their own toy to play with, they too were malleable by nature, and far more capable of changing their shape at will without abusing data downloading programs. What was more, as the two had already felt several times before, their bodily fluids had a way of “sharing the love,” per se, enough that even before bulking up via Digivice, the Rena had already felt his body turning into a thing of literally massive beauty. Therefore, it was only natural that he would gently request his lover do the same thing all over again, but in a way that would better fit his new reality. It began with a few suggestions here and there, whispered in a way that wouldn’t alarm the lynx too much, before they escalated into outright out-loud musing and, eventually, a request. It was designed to keep the feline from panicking; even in their near-insensate state, they knew that such a thing would be dangerous at best, downright idiotically suicidal at worst. But after such a long exposure to the Renamon’s growing form, after their mind’s defenses were battered so hard, they couldn’t resist it anymore. The last day their house existed, Tim went off to buy a blender and a few more ingredients, before locking themselves in the kitchen. When they emerged from it, the cup they were carrying in their hands was filled with a thick, white-ish liquid, thick as all could be and smelling vaguely of vanilla somehow. They insisted that it was a “protein shake”, and the Rena firmly believed them; there was no doubt there was a lot of protein in there, judging by its syrupy consistency, and it was certainly a shake. Better to down it all and see what happened.

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But there was more to give, always more, and it wouldn’t be three clutches, four, eight, twenty, that would stop him, for there was no reason to stop; if Sheyla could lay eggs, that meant she could lay eggs, therefore, his job was to keep pumping her full of seed for as long as he could, so she could lay some more, all while the dragoness begged and ordered him (depending on what mood she was in at any given moment) to go harder, deeper, faster. This was their life now, and none could stop them… which, fortunately for all onlookers, had quite a bit of an effect on their surroundings, even if that wasn’t entirely what the two lovers intended. Their relationship was a purely mutual one; they had eyes only for one another, even if they couldn’t quite see them, what with all the tits, belly and cocks in the way. That said, this didn’t stop their energetic lovemaking from having legitimately catastrophic effects on everyone and everything else around them; after all, Drash’s walk to campus had already left a trail of cum thick enough to flood an entire neighborhood wherever he went through, with plenty of dragonesses lying atop it with their bodies bloating with an endless supply of eggs. They weren’t as potently fertile as Sheyla, sure, but they had so much seed to work with that they wouldn’t run out any time soon; even the smallest among them was already blessed with at least three rows of full tits (compared to Sheyla’s over twenty) and a few dozen wombs stacked to the brim with ovaries, a tiny facsimile of their growing goddess burgeoning over the horizon. Similarly, the prime dragoness herself exuded such a powerful cloud of pheromones that any male within a half-mile radius had their libido driven into overdrive, their breeder instincts awoken in such a manner that their minds could focus on nothing more than finding the nearest willing egg factory in order to stick their dick (or dicks) into it; just like Drash, they too began to grow additional cocks and balls, though their forms were never quite as exaggerated as their progenitor. Everything and everyone around the two transformed dragons had fallen prey to their influence, whether directly or not, with the slightest chance of campus functioning normally that day vanishing into the aether once it became clear that even the faculty had completely lost their minds. Add to that the deluge of fluids spurting from both Sheyla and Drash, that unholy combination of femcum, cum, and milk, and it wouldn’t take long before most of the university’s buildings were flooded… that is, until the twin dragons eventually grew large enough to just crush them entirely. While their main bodies might’ve reached a peak in how big they could get, this didn’t apply to the stars of the show: Drash’s cocks and balls seemed unwilling to find any size cap, continuing to thicken and lengthen with each thrust of his into Sheyla’s body, who, for her part, carried on sprouting as many cunts as needed to keep up with her lover’s increasing number of shafts, along with not just enough wombs to match, but even more to stack onto the existing ones. It felt that whenever Sheyla developed even more egg factories, Drash responded by becoming more numerous as well, which prompted the dragoness to further upgrade herself in a vicious cycle; one moment she had about sixty slits smushed together, then suddenly each one split into two, forcing Drash to develop further shafts to fill his beautiful dragoness goddess, which itself led to his nuts dividing up and bloating to become the size of the entire campus all by themselves! Top it off with over a hundred rows of milk-stuffed breasts (very quickly to double up as well, then just keep on multiplying) and an ass that only became wider and plumper as time went on, enough so that the old Drash could probably get lost on a single cheek, and it was entirely unsurprising that Sheyla and Drash would eventually pave over most of the campus, their bodies visible for a good mile in every direction… and not really stopping. For those who were yet unaware of what was happening in the university, all they had to do was look up at the horizon and see with their own eyes, the two burgeoning draconic gods of fertility and virility, the distant thundering of their frantic lovemaking filling the air and spreading the good word of their promised heaven. The viral agent had, at long last, reached a critical state; it could no longer be contained within the first two people who had taken it, nor could it carry on doing what it was designed to do while consigned to simply two breeders. It had been designed to help repopulate entire species, thus, it only made sense that at some point it would make the leap towards “infecting” others. As a result, the two dragons’ mere presence became contagious, with Drash’s cum being loaded with so much mutagenic compound that merely touching it would lead one to go down the same path either the giant or giantess had taken, depending on whatever physiology they were blessed with; indeed, after a certain point, no actual contact with fluids was required, as the pheromones emitted by both Sheyla and Drash were potent enough to trigger the first changes in whoever breathed them in, at which point the virus took hold of their bodies and proceeded apace with yet another “victim”. Within a couple of short hours, everyone for a hundred miles around the destroyed campus had been affected in one way or another, their bodies beginning their journey towards breeding perfection that Drash and Sheyla had already gone through; though they would never quite reach the same state as their new gods, this didn’t mean they wouldn’t end up far, far larger and more productive than they could ever have been naturally. From there to the next largest city over was a short skip and a hop; whether it be because those affected by the viral agent began roaming around, looking for someone to mate with, or thanks to direct exposure to Drash and Sheyla as they continuously grew bigger and fuller in every way they could, the relatively uneventful college town was upturned and had its inherent nature corrupted beyond saving, leaving nothing behind but an increasingly-wide disaster area filled with fuck-hungry dragons with an intense need to breed something, anything at all, so long as the object of their affections was willing to return the favour. But, “disaster” was perhaps not the right word, at least not in the minds of those actually affected; it wasn’t anything negative, but rather a blessing, a series of events that unlocked the inner potential of all those lucky enough to be standing close to the ascending couple who kickstarted it all. They weren’t falling prey to their inner instincts, they were merely becoming what they were always meant to be, one step at a time; if at first it was just the college town itself, then it was the highways leading to the nearby metropolis, and then the interstates connecting it to the rest of the country. A viral agent, working the way it should, by finding vectors of infection through which to reach more and more hosts, that it may fulfill its purpose by transforming those it touched into breeding machines incapable of doing anything other than fucking until the sun came down, went back up, and came back down again. A spreading contagion, but one that very few could do anything about; Sheyla and Drash had both become the epicenter of their very own biological revolution, to the point where even the ground below them began to crack underneath the mounting weight of their assets and productivity. Nearly half a thousand dicks for Drash, with eight times as many nuts; a belly stuffed with almost a million wombs with a million ovaries to each one for Sheyla, with a good thousand or so rows of tits all gushing enough milk to flood smaller countries; entire cities were flooded with the mixture of spunk and cream, eggs flowing across the landscape like gargantuan waves, toppling buildings or bursting them from within as the countless ovals forced themselves into any opening they could find. Cars, planes, trains, even ships were upturned and added to a global shockwave, no longer capable of holding their ground before the onslaught. Bigger forms, billions of eggs, uncountable gallons of cream and cum to spread all around, to transform those lucky enough to be near them into smaller-scale facsimiles of the divine broodmother or the deific breeder dragon, in a process that would overtake the country before the day was out, leaving nothing in its wake but mindless breeders whose sole purpose in existence was to fuck something until they dropped to the side from the exhaustion. All while their minds were little more than a blank; they had no need to think, after all, not when they had one another. Hours spent apart, now hours spent together, knowing they would never stop seeing each other ever again, for none would be able to pull them apart, not after what they had gone through. And as they glorified in their love, so too did the rest of the world come to understand what it was like to share the same sort of perfect breeding potential; it couldn’t be stopped, not now that Drash and Sheyla had reached a state of near-apotheosis, not now that the viral agent had begun to seep into the water mains and rise up through the air, pheromones carried through the wind to infect the rest of the state, the country, the world. It would be their blessing to all those around them, even if the two weren’t even cognizant of it; as far as the dragons cared, all they desired was to keep fucking, and if anyone wanted to join in with someone else, they were perfectly fine to do so. They didn’t care that their town was rapidly turned into the center for a complete planetary overhaul, because they couldn’t care; to do so would mean to take away time from loving one another, time away from their breeding, their lovemaking, time that they could be spending filling up with eggs and cum. The world itself was slowly corrupted by their very actions, and yet Sheyla and Drash were blissfully ignorant of it, left alone in their own little pocket of existence, even as said pocket grew to encompass more of the planet the longer it was allowed to exist. It was, after all, a viral agent; its purpose was to replicate and spread, even if it was intended for a smaller deployment. Maybe, if it had been used in the manner prescribed, it would’ve been containable; had Drash’s mom and sister been able to keep it out of the young drake’s hands, then they would’ve created a whole series of backup plans and restrictions that would reduce the odds of such an exponential breeding frenzy taking place to near zero. Alas, lacking any brakes, any form of rules, any anything really, there was nothing to stop the virus from mutating further, spreading not just from dragon to dragoness and back around, but to animal and plant life as well. It was, after all, designed to repopulate species, but it lacked the intelligence to understand whether or not said species needed to be repopulated in the first place; all it truly did was maximize its host organism’s ability to produce young or otherwise reproduce, and nothing more. But nothing more was needed, or indeed wanted after a certain point, as the snowball was already halfway down the hill before anyone realized it existed at all; once safety measures were put in place to protect the populace from further infection, it had already spread through them, waiting for the slightest excuse to trigger and take the protected, isolated pockets of non-breeders by storm. And from the dominant draconic species to whatever else happened to be in the way, until the very animals for which the viral agent was produced in the first place were affected by it; at the very least, it was proof positive that the synthetic virus did actually work the way it was intended to, with whom it was intended to work with, even if Drask’s mom would hardly find any consolation with that. She had maybe a couple of minutes in between the convention letting the attendees know “something was wrong” and being hit square in the face with a rolling cloud of pheromones powerful enough to almost immediately turn everyone in the conference hall into significantly bigger and more fertile versions of themselves, and from there it was hard to really think about anything at all once she felt the first cock plunge into one of her many wombs; not even a minute, and already she had a few dozen of them, with about ten or so dicks all ramming into her, not all of them belonging to the same dragon. Perhaps some part of her remembered that she’d left the cabinet unlocked, and her son probably decided to try his luck with her out of the house; but whatever section of her brain yet retained this ability to think was soon pushed away, replaced with nothing but a desire to breed, just like the viral agent intended. From there, a wave of irreversible changes swept through the entire planet, the virus mutating so heavily and quickly that, inevitably, it would circle back to Drash and Sheyla, only speeding up their own transformation; in addition to simply carrying on with their multiplication, the two’s fertility and virility would receive a similarly massive boost: each of Sheyla’s ovaries would develop sub-sections of hyper-compressed egg cell production factories, while each individual cell could, if not directly fertilized, simply fertilize herself; similarly, Drash’s sperm not only grew big enough to be seen by the naked eye, it could compete with every other male put together several times over, each swimmer fully capable of leading to trillions of eggs being made. Their wings, unfurled fully and flailing wildly with each motion, their moans and groans, echoing across the air, filling the airs of those little ones who yet remained by their side and hadn’t been washed away by the deluge produced by the divine couple’s endless mating. And yet, they still weren’t finished; hell, they had hardly even begun. With Drash’s refractory period being measured in the single digits, all he needed to do after unloading yet another few million gallons of cum into Sheyla was to take a few deep breaths and then go back at it; all the dragoness had to do was moan loudly enough for Drash to hurry up, all while her body grew and multiplied further until she was left stranded atop her very endowments. And with every thrust, every motion, she only grew larger, for while the dragon’s role was just to fill her up, the dragoness had to birth more and more life with each cycle; far above them, in the relative safety of space, the small team aboard the ISS could do little but stare through their small windows to the devastation below, knowing that their once vibrant planet was slowly turning into naught but a breeding ground, as a coating of dull white spread across its surface, both land and water. Occasionally, they would even see the cracks created by the ground buckling underneath the two colossi, sweating in fear at the implications. I It didn’t take a long time before Sheyla began outsizing Drash by a considerable margin; or rather, for her colossal collection of wombs to reach a critical state where it tipped over into an unsustainably large multiplication explosion. Unsustainable, if not for the fact that Drash was there, and could more than satisfy her needs without breaking a sweat, thus prompting her body to grow larger, more numerous, ever more impossibly stuffed, until it reached a limit and surpassed it yet again. Ever higher, ever more fertile, ever more stuffed with eggs, ever milkier; the giantess lived up to that moniker as her body grew and bloated and filled beyond recognition, her throaty moans audible as they rang through the skies and filled the ears of all those who heard them, letting them know that something big was coming their way. Their goddess had reached a peak, a cap, and though she would most certainly climb higher with the help of her dutiful breeder dragon, it would still mark a paradigm shift. The milk would flood all things, would wash away the old world and bring forth a new one; with it, a new age, one of unconcerned lust, one where breeding and being bred were the singular most important aspects of existence. And at the center of it all, Drash and Sheyla, locked in deepest love, their bodies linked inextricably to one another. It wouldn’t take long before their explosively exponential breeding capacity reached a point where the planet itself could no longer handle it. Be it through Drash’s tsunamis of cum, the endless flood of eggs covering the landscape, the torrents of milk erupting from Sheyla’s tits, or an unholy combination of all three, the world itself would end up covered in a thick layer of their arousal, erasing any and all geographical uniqueness from its surface. That is, of course, before the excess crossed the boundaries into the depths of space itself. There would, eventually, come a time where the sheer mass of both dragons and what they were producing would exceed even the overladen Earth’s ability to hold it down, and with that event came an explosion of white that would fire off into the heavens, forming a ring around the planet as it tried, desperately, to keep things from getting out of control. Not that it was capable of such. Drash and Sheyla had become something more, something powerful, something divine. They would never stop, because they couldn’t stop; rather, their forms would multiply and be fruitful, as their potential for new life continuously grew, again and again. After six months, the orbits of Venus, Mars, and Mercury would have been consumed entirely, filled either with the two’s bodies or with their eggs and cum. At nine months, the Sun would be struggling to exist, unable to deal with being compressed by a fraction of Sheyla’s body, while the rest of the couple went off to obliterate the gas giants. And at a full year, there would be nothing; if once there had been a Solar System, now there was only Drash, only Sheyla, and the cloud of seed and eggs surrounding them in a vast, unimaginably gargantuan sphere with themselves at the center. But even that wasn’t enough, for they had the whole of reality to grow into, all of the cosmos to occupy. Forever.

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Title: Drachenpriester by Nathaniel King Tags: Anal, Bareback, Cock Worship, Cum, Dragon, German Language, Handjob, M/M, Pre, Wolf Das Land Rufyir wurde überwiegend von aufrecht laufenden Tierwesen bevölkert. Ob Fuchs, ob Elefant oder Tiger, es gab alle und davon reichlich. Nur eine vernunftbegabte Spezies gab es, die weder aufrecht ging, noch oft anzutreffen war: die Drachen. Ihre Anatomie erlaubte es ihnen zwar sich auf den Hinterläufen zu halten, sie zogen es aber vor auf allen vier Pranken zu gehen, wenn sie nicht gerade flogen. Dabei maß allein ihre Schulterhöhe um die zwei Meter. Sie waren nicht nur selten, sondern auch vielfältig. Kein Drache glich dem anderen, sie hatten glatte oder raue Schuppen, waren manchmal grün und manchmal lila. Einige konnten sogar Feuer spucken, aber weil man noch viel seltener einen Drachen dabei beobachten konnte geriet diese Tatsache in das Reich der Legenden und Sagen. Es heißt, dass die Drachen manchmal sogar noch speziellere Fähigkeiten haben, doch auch darüber gab es viele Jahrhunderte nur Gerüchte. Die Drachen selbst hausten meistens in Höhlen, gelegentlich auch in dichten Wäldern oder in einer Wüste, getarnt durch körnige, gelbbraune Schuppen. Sie waren langlebige Einzelgänger, und sie waren es, die für die Tierwesen den Begriff der „kleineren Völker" prägten. Trotz ihrer Erhabenheit und Macht gab es nur sehr selten Nachwuchs. Nicht nur, da durch ihre Natur und Lebensart die wenigsten einen geeigneten Lebenspartner fanden, sonder kaum ein Ei brachte je einen Nachkommen hervor. Die kleineren Völker vergötterten die Drachen. Wann immer eine Gemeinde mit einem Drachen in Kontakt trat, bedeutete das viele Jahre Glück und Wohlstand. Aus Ehrfurcht warten sie immer höflichen Abstand, keiner wagte es einem Drachen zu nahe zu treten. Aber irgendwann gelang es doch, die Drachen hatten Vertrauen in die kleineren Völker gewonnen und man begann sich kennen zu lernen. Als man von ihrem Hindernis erfuhr, reagierten die Anwesenden mit Betroffenheit und Mitleid. Weder die Drachen noch die kleineren Völker wollten es darauf ankommen lassen, dass die mächtigste Spezies aussterbe. Unter höchster Vertraulichkeit und Fürsorge wurden Ärzte, Alchemisten, Kräuterkundler und so weiter hinzugezogen. Gemeinsam mit den Drachen, die noch weitere der ihren zu der wachsenden Gruppe geholt hatten, entwickelten sie eine Methode um den Fortbestand der Drachen zu sichern. Die Drachenpriester war geboren. Aarkreinsil war ein junger Erwachsener der Drachen. Seine Schuppen waren von dunklem Rot und ihre Form glich der von Dornen. Vom Kiefer über den Rumpf bis zur Spitze seines Schweifs zog sich entlang der Unterseite eine Reihe von weichen Schuppenplatten in perlweißen Farben. Er hatte sich vor einer Weile dazu entschieden den Drachenpriestern beizutreten. Erstaunlich schnell hatte er eine geräumige Höhle in karamellbraunen Tönen bekommen. Die ersten Tage verbrachte er damit ein gutes Dutzend verschiedener Priester und Priesterinnen kennenzulernen. Priester trugen, wenn im Dienst, eine bemerkenswerte traditionelle Uniform: Nur den Geruch ihres Drachen, der durch ihre Arbeit an ihnen haften blieb. Aarkreinsil sollte entscheiden, wer ihm für die intime Zusammenarbeit am liebsten war und seine Wahl fiel auf einen hellgrauen Wolf, der ebenfalls gerade in das Alter eines jungen Erwachsenen gekommen war. Sein Name war Garik. Aarkreinsil gefiel das Pflichtbewusstsein mit dem er seiner Arbeit nachging und sie beide verband ein lebhafter Geist. Die Arbeit der Drachenpriester fand sehr viel ohne dem Beisein der Drachen statt, wenn sie Daten und Proben sammelten oder verglichen um dann zu erarbeiten welches Drachenpärchen miteinander Nachwuchs haben möchte und wie sie die beiden einander vorbereiten mussten. Für Aarkreinsil war es wie Urlaub, sein Priester sorgte immer dafür, dass er sich wohl fühlte und er leben konnte, wie er wollte. Garik musste dabei aufpassen, dass die überlieferten Richtlinien eingehalten wurden, damit der Drachensamen schnell und gut gedieh. Der Tag begann damit, dass Garik möglichst leise in das Gemach seines Drachen schlich. Aarkreinsil schlief auf einer mit Decke gepolsterten kleinen Terrasse im Fels, an dessen Kopfende Garik das Frühstück stellte. Früchte und süße Tinkturen die speziell für die Produktion des Drachen gedacht waren. Dann kniete sich Garik vor die Lenden des Drachen. Behutsam träufelte er warmes l auf die Wölbung im Schritt, unter welcher sich die Testikel befanden. Der Wolf legte seine Hand darauf und massierte das l ein. Aarkreinsil spürte - wie jeden Morgen - ein erregendes Kribbeln und räkelte sich. Ein leises Brummen entstieg seiner Kehle. Garik beugte sich näher an die Lenden heran und massierte das l mit beiden Händen. Wie zur Antwort auf Aarkreinsils Brummen begann er in tiefen Tönen zu summen. Es war eine Technik die fast ausschließlich die Männer unter den Priestern lernten. Die trainierte Stimme erzeugte eine entspannende und sinnliche Atmosphäre, übertrug aus der Nähe aber auch leicht vibrierende Schwingungen auf das empfindliche Genital. Selbstverständlich gab es auch Techniken, die überwiegend den weiblichen Priestern vorbehalten waren. Der Drache keuchte und mit einem leisen Schmatzen öffnete sich der Schlitz oberhalb der Hoden, woraus sich die hellhäutige Spitze des Drachengliedes schob. Garik massierte weiter und studierte die wachsende Erektion genau, wobei er sich jedes Detail einprägte das für seine Daten wichtig war. Das Glied schafftete aus und an der Spitze bildete sich unter hörbarer Erregung von Aarkreinsil ein Tropfen Pre. Ohne sein Summen zu unterbrechen streckte er seine Schnauze dem Schaft entgegen und nahm den Tropfen herunter. Dabei bestand die Kunst darin, dass Gariks Speichel nicht auf die Haut durfte. Er benutzte seine Lefzen und das Fell seiner Schnauze wie einen trockenen Lappen, denn die Erektion hatte rein zu bleiben. Das l war gut eingerieben. Aarkreinsil räkelte sich ein weiteres Mal, denn das wärmende Kribbeln durchdrang seine Hoden. Der Wolf setzte seine Lefzen genau auf die Spitze des Gliedes. Während er den nächsten Tropfen daraus saugte stöhnte Aarkreinsil. Als nächstes nahm er eine cremige Salbe die er zwischen seinen Handflächen aufwärmte bevor er sie an der Wurzel des Schaftes auftrug. Der Drache keuchte, Gariks Fingerspitzen verteilten einen gleichmäßigen Film auf, wobei er die schuppenhaften Erhebungen an Ober- und Unterseite einzeln bestrich. Die Salbe hatte eine erregende Wirkung während sie in die Haut und den Kreislauf einzog. Als seine Finger endlich bei der Eichel angekommen waren entwich dem Drachen ein heller Ton und mit ihm ein dünner Schuss Pre. Auch diesmal beugte sich Garik vor um die Spitze zu reinigen, wobei er die Lefzen um die ffnung legte sodass er auch die folgenden Schübe der nachklingenden Erregung bekam. Sein Schweif wedelte dabei, denn es machte ihn glücklich zu sehen, dass er seine Arbeit gut machte. Sogar so sehr, dass sein eigenes rotes Glied etwas steif wurde. Pflichtbewusst verteilte er die Salbe auf der Spitze. Zufrieden lächelnd betrachtete er seine Arbeit und wusch seine Hände in einer Schüssel mit Wasser, die neben ihm bereit stand. Das war für Aarkreinsil das Zeichen etwas Luft zu holen. Allmählich wach drehte er sich zur Seite und nahm ein paar von den Früchten. Sie schmeckten köstlich und er gurrte genüsslich. Garik trocknete eben noch seine Hände ab, während er weiterhin das schöne Glied vor sich besah. Es war etwas straffer als sonst und auch die Hoden hatten an Größe gewonnen. Sein Lächeln weitete sich und er wedelte mehr. Es war zwar die Pflicht eines Priester die Samenmenge zu haushalten, aber freute Garik sich auf jeden dieser Momente. Sein eigenes Glied schwoll weiter. Aarkreinsil stöhnte so überrascht, dass ihm ein Fruchtstück aus der Schnauze fiel. Die warmen Hände des Wolfes hatten sich plötzlich um seinen Schaft geschlossenen und begann, von der Salbe geschmiert, daran auf und ab zu reiben, die Finger liebkosten jede Erhebung und drückten punktgenau seine empfindlichsten Stellen. Aarkreinsil krallte über den Boden und Garik erhöhte sein Tempo. Er hatte diesen Schaft genau studiert, er konnte jeden Orgasmus nach seinem Willen beschleunigen und herauszögern. Für Aarkreinsil war es die pure Lust, sein Priester unterhielt ihn gut, indem er nie vorausahnen ließ wie lange es diesmal dauern würde. Garik liebte seine Arbeit, er verfiel in eine leichte Trance während er seine Sinne darauf fokussierte dem harten Glied vor seiner Nase die perfekte Massage zu geben. Er bemerkte nicht einmal wie ihm vor Vergnügen das Maul offen stand und die eigene Latte mittlerweile vollständig aus der Felltasche gefahren war. Voller Hingabe drückte, rieb und streichelte er mal hier, mal da, in einer anhaltenden auf und ab Bewegung beider Hände. Die Drachenpracht war sein Spielplatz. Über dieses von ihm geliebte Stück Fleisch konnte er auf dem gesamten Drachen spielen, sein Blut kochen lassen oder seine Muskeln entspannen. Gerade jetzt entschied er sich für einen schnellen Anstieg bis Aarkreinsil lauthals stöhnte, zog diesen Augenblick geschickt in die Länge sodass er trotz seines rasenden Herzschlages wie auf Wolken schwebt. Und dann massierte er das Fleisch mit so flinken Bewegungen, dass der Drache seinen gesamten Orgasmus in einem einzigen Strahl und ohne jede Anspannung ergoss. Garik hatte das harte Glied längst zu sich gezogen, um den mundgerechten Strahl auffangen und bei offener Schnauze in mehreren Zügen schlucken zu können. Er seufzte frohlockend. Aarkreinsil und seine Sinne brauchten einige Minuten um ihren Weg zurück in diese Welt, diese Zeit und seinen Körper zu finden. Sein Priester war damit beschäftigt seine Utensilien weg zu schaffen. In seinem Gang präsentierte sich dem vernebeltem Blick des Drachen abwechselnd ein zuckendes Wolfsglied und ein wohl gefallender Hintern worüber ein angehobener Schweif thronte. Garik griff gerade nach seinen Schreibsachen, als er die Bewegungen hinter sich vernahm und eine starke Pranke auf seiner Schulter spürte. Schon im nächsten Moment befand er sich auf allen Vieren zwischen Aarkreinsil und dessen Schlafplatz, und eine dicke, gesalbte Eichel an seinem Hintern. Für seine Arbeit bedeutete das, dass sein Drache eine ausgezeichnete Produktion entwickelt hatte. Aber für einen Priester persönlich war es die größte Ehre, wenn der eigene Körper zum Ziel des Drachensamen wurde. Mit einem durchdringendem Brummen schob Aarkreinsil sein Glied in den Rüden. Der konnte sein Glück noch gar nicht fassen und japste euphorisch. Da die Priester, sowohl die weiblichen als auch die männlichen, auf so einen Fall vorbereitet sein mussten, konnte Aarkreinsil problemlos in den Rüden eindringen. Als der gesamte Schaft darin verschwunden war hing Garik die Zunge heraus, seine Ohren hatten sich angewinkelt, jeder Muskel an seinem Körper und im Gesicht war entspannt. Der Penis, den er jeden Tag pflegte und verwöhnte, dem er sich verpflichtet hatte, war ganz tief in ihm, erfüllte ihn und beglückte ihn. Voller Dankbarkeit verengte er sich rhythmisch, um auch in dieser Position dem Schaft zu dienen. Aarkreinsil quittierte dies mit einem langgezogenem Stöhnen, woraufhin er in den Hintern zu stoßen begann. Er war wie im Rausch, der warme Körper seines Priesters schien wie für seine Ansprüche gemacht. Der Wolf passte sich seinen Bewegungen an, spornte ihn an, verwöhnte ihn. Garik stöhnte wann immer das Glied der Länge nach durch ihn fuhr. Die Erregung pulsierte durch seinen ganzen Körper. Aber er griff nicht nach seinem eigenem Schaft. Aus Tradition und aus Ehrfurcht würde kein Priester je diese Situation für eigene Gelüste ausnutzen. Weiterhin war es seine Pflicht seine volle Aufmerksamkeit dem Drachen und dessen Bedürfnissen zu widmen. Das Maß der Erregung der Priester blieb allein bei dem, was die Erfüllung ihrer Aufgabe mit sich brachte. Es fiel Garik auch nicht schwer, seine Konzentration harrte bei dem Schaft in seinem Innern, bei dessen Rhythmus und dabei seine Muskeln dessen Bewegungen anzupassen. Stöhnend kämpfte er gegen die einsetzende Trance an als die härter werdenden Stöße ihm den ersten Orgasmus abverlangten. Hechelnd ging er die eingeübte mentale Anstrengung durch, überwand sich und arbeitete weiter für den Schaft seines Drachen. Ein zweiter kleiner Orgasmus aus Pre folgte. Aarkreinsil wurde schneller und lauter. Gariks Stöhnen zog sich zu einem lustvollem Jaulen als er zusammen mit seinem Drachen noch ein zweites Mal kam und sich mehrere Schübe der heißen Flüssigkeit in ihn pumpten. Aarkreinsil war wieder im Paradies. Er glitt durch eine Mischung aus Erregung und Entspannung, er genoss es minutenlang zu verharren, seine befriedigte Latte tief in Garik, umhüllt vom eigenem Samen. Erst als diese langsam erschlaffte und sich von selbst herauszog lies er den Priester frei. Dabei staunte er nicht schlecht über die Menge, die der Wolf an eigenem Saft auf der Decke verteilt hatte, die er nun eiligst einsammelte um sie durch eine saubere zu ersetzen. So ging Garik seinen Aufgaben nach, während Aarkreinsil liegen blieb, sein Frühstück bis in den Nachmittag ausdehnend. Noch nie hatten sich seine Lenden so gut angefühlt, noch nie hatte er sich so prall und willig gefühlt. Ja, so dachte er sich. Für meinen Nachwuchs ist gesorgt.

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Title: The Furry Dead Chapter VI - The Forest Warden by Arlen Blacktiger Tags: Cat, Character Development, Fox, Medieval, Mild Violence, No-Yiff, Nudity, Wolf, plot advancement Chapter VI Getting to and shimmying across the rain-slicked tree limb had taken the warden nearly an hour, more thanks to the howling wind that tried to fling him from the tree repeatedly and need to avoid detection through the window he was heading towards than the slippery bark alone. With an aggravated grunt, he finally managed to open the heavy glazed window into the tower, sliding his thin-bladed dagger through the soggy wooden framing and using it to pry the splintering stuff out so he could reach the catch. As the window came up on its hinge, water sheeted off of it in a wave, sluicing into his face as he hung upside-down with arms and legs wrapped around the swaying branch. He narrowly avoided yelping out in surprise and aggravation, as his dagger, slippery with rain wet, flew from his paw while he struggled to maintain his hold and avoid plunging sixty or more feet to a death hopefully just of falling. Worse would be surviving it. Below, the host were raising their arms as if in supplication, starving creatures reaching towards the sky to thank the gods for rain. Or, in this case, to reach for their meal like a fleshy apple hanging from a dying tree. The warden clenched his jaw, gritting sharp vulpine teeth as his claws dragged and finally caught in sodden tree bark, tearing strips away to fall away, twisting their way down to join his dagger among the rotting dead. With a guttural grunt, he used the claw-grip for leverage, pulling himself up by the strength of his wiry arms until he could shift his weight to the top of the branch, instead of hanging from its bottom. Before him, the open window was being slowly pushed shut by the volume of rain sheeting off it like a glass gargoyle-spout. Another slow, careful movement of aching muscle brought him to the edge of the branch, precariously waving in the wind until he grasped the window frame again, this time with both paws. He gauged his movement, guessing what it would take to roll through the slender window without his weight lowering the branch too far for him to get the footing he'd need. The fox chastised himself for not bringing his climbing gear on this outing. *Quick trip down road-way to check on my cousin at the road house. Right. Last time I ever plan on a short trip...* The thought brought a pang to his gut, a sharp little pinch of anxiety as his wife's face flashed through his mind's eye. He'd left her there at their forest home, hadn't even bothered to wave as he left. The only reason he hadn't run back to her as soon as he realized the scope of the threat was the knowledge that she'd beat him black and blue for failing to do his duty first. Besides, she knew how to handle herself, and would likely have already fled if the threat came near. The only real threat to her was being found out by the local witch hunters. They never dared her forest, and for a reason. His justifications, the mantra, were the only thing really keeping him from losing focus on his work and running home. The thoughts also gave him the moments he needed to rest and clear his head, as his old man had always told him to do before taking a risky shot or a demon-daring jump. *Inhale plan. Find calmness. Exhale action.* Everything slowed a moment in his mind, the falling rain slowing like thickening syrup in mid-drip, and he gave command to his muscles from his crouched position. Uncoiling like a spring, he jolted forward before the branch could bend too far, and used its own strength for momentum as he threw himself at the window, both arms forward and slightly bent inward, just how he'd learned and been taught over years of rooftop chases and tumbling in the forest. The wind buffeted, and both he and the branch were slightly off from where he'd hoped. His left shoulder received a jarring, numbing hit that sent him rolling awkwardly across the floor of a thickly rug-covered office to thud hard into a desk too heavy for his work-honed form to budge. He counted himself lucky, as he settled to a stop. He couldn't feel his left shoulder, but on the other paw he was still alive and not lying smashed at the bottom of an undead-besieged hell-hole tower. He'd hit a heavy desk hard enough that he was certain his upper back would be bruised, but on the other paw it was too heavy to make loud noise and alert his quarry to an unwelcome interloper. All in all, he figured, his acrobatic entry had worked out well. Or well enough. He sat up with his back to the desk, winced, and rubbed at his shoulder, checking it over with deft fingers for signs of dislocation. With none present, he simply waited for the impact numbness to fade, and rubbed at the sore joint as the feeling returned. As he sat and enjoyed his brief rest, an odd tone echoed up, distant and indistinct, and the warden stood, walking to the window and pressing his back to the wall so that he could listen without being observed, though he doubted the undead were so inclined to look. Down below, carrying on the wind-whipped night air, a delicate song seemed to lilt along at the edge of sound, too far off to be identified, yet just distinct enough to make him sure it was not just a wind apparition singing over rocks and hollows in the earth. A strange feeling built in his chest, a sense of dawning dread like ice was being stuffed into a heart already overfull with it. The tone was pleasant, lilting, yet mocking, strange and horrible. As he watched, the host of the dead lowered their many arms as if of one mind, and began to slowly, awkwardly turn themselves towards the southern road, from which the travelers had arrived. *What in the gods' names...* As he peered into the misting rain, a tiny form bobbed in the distance along the road. It was alone, and by his guess no larger than a child, yet something about its gleeful prance set his hackles to rising and compelled him away from the window as the wise muse called Fear told him, deep in his most primitive instincts, that it would come for him if it spotted his silhouette in the window. He whispered a silent prayer to whatever gods still cared that he hadn't thought to light a candle. The warden put his back to the outer wall of the tower, panting though he'd long since recovered his breath from the climb. A sense of weight, power and fear, pressed on him from all around, putting him in mind of how it felt to be trapped underground, or perhaps buried alive in a deep grave. Its song was distinct now, though he hoped, against all logical reason, that the undead would fall on the thing and tear it apart just to make the song stop. *"Ring around the rosies..."* The childrens' doggerel spilled through him, leaving shivers in its slimy wriggling wake. Below, he heard the low groans of the horde, somehow horribly resonant with the singer. For long minutes he clenched his eyes shut, praying not to be seen, thinking over and over again that he was silent as the mist, invisible as the wind, unknowable as the void, any mantra that could help him keep from panicking and fleeing the tower in shrieking mind-broken terror. Just as the pressure of horror in his chest was building to a point he couldn't bear, leaving him feeling as if he was a dam beginning to crack and crumble under the deluge, a soft clear note came from behind the door. For a sick moment, the warden thought the monstrous child had made its way inside, and he gripped the pommel of his short sword, ready to draw it and die fighting. It was a weak tone, rebounded and warped by stone, muffled by doors and distance, and yet it beckoned him like firelight in the wintry cold, like the voice of a singing prisoner in the depths of a donjon. The warden swallowed his gorge, feeling as if a lump of potato had stuck in his throat, struggling to regain his calm core as he stalked to the door, listened against it a moment, then opened it as silently as he could to gaze out into the hall. He slid into the hall, carefully keeping his feet low but just off the stone as he stepped, to deaden any sound of his passing. The warden had gathered himself enough not to trust the song, though it was simple and seemed to push back the awful sing-song monster sound from outside. As his wife had once told him, not all beautiful things were safe or good or kind. Besides which, he reminded himself, his duty was to his lord. At least one of those below was a prisoner, and a dangerous one at that if her presence in this tower was an indicator. The other two would either be in his way or out of it, and the thought made him clench the now-drawn chopping sword. Just as important, he knew he'd have to find the cipher books that were likely still in the tower somewhere, to send a bird in case his family had somehow not reached the city. He tamped down a growl that seemed to desire an exit of his chest, as soon as he felt it building. A door opened, the creak of its hinges distant enough that he judged it to be down the stairwell, likely a floor below him in the echoing, cold, dank structure. He reached the edge of a short, small spiral stone stair, and listened. He heard the soft patter of bare footpaws, and the rough shushing of hard-spun cloth. The song, rough and soft, trailed along with the singer as whoever it was descended a different stair, and when it faded out of hearing he felt his heart clench in panic. Steadying himself with a paw on the outer wall of the tower, he took deep, slow breaths, repeating mantras he'd been taught by rote as a child until he often said them in his sleep. He could no longer hear the horrid singing of the infernal thing outside, and once he was certain of that, he descended the steps with all the caution of a stalking serpent, testing the air with his snout and finding it filled with the scents of wetness, dirt, soggy wool, blood, and a number of more distant things. The warden sighted a door left slightly ajar once he'd reached the base of the stone stair, and in a dozen careful steps was at it, leaning his head against the wall to peer inside while giving as little silhouette to whatever was inside as possible. Inside, a banked fireplace gave shadowy illumination, dappling everything in darkness. For his keen vulpine eyes, however, the shadowy umbra-room was no trouble. The chamber was spartan, clean grey granite walls covered with basic canvas for warmth, the rush mats on the floor un-mildewed, and a simple long table in its center indicating it was no barracks or officer's chamber. Upon the table lay a crumpled shape, the peaks and rises of its form picked out by the dim firelight. The warden slipped inside soundlessly, his soft-soled boots serving to muffle his passage, and stopped as he saw more closely what he'd initially thought to be a heap of dirty rags. The warden swallowed as a bitter taste filled his muzzle, complementing the sour smell of infection and medicine that lingered strongly in the room. This was the prisoner he'd seen before, he was reasonably certain. She was less heavily wrapped now, though the bandages looked tighter, better-dressed, and did nothing for her modest as the others had. Arrayed around her on the table were a number of bowls, mostly filled with pink-tinged water and part-way filled with bloodied torturers' tools or bandages. As he approached, his paw lowered to the leather-wrapped sap he carried. The naked woman, a leopardess he was reasonably certain, stirred ever so slightly to cough, and the sound was miserable, exhausted, like the choked noises of a sobbing, dying soldier. A pain was growing in his forehead, and he rubbed at it, muttering quietly under his breath. *It never gets easier, does it? She's a criminal. Probably death-warranted.* His paw slipped from the sap, and down to his sword, drawing it again, the heavy head of it dipping his paw down as he let it settle to his side, contemplating what to do. He knew damn well he couldn't carry her with him, to wait upon a magistrate's ruling. However, carrying out sentences was neither his duty nor something he wanted to do. Killing her, however, might be a mercy in this state. Something sour in his stomach told him he wasn't going to enjoy the explanation he intended to demand from the Finder priest. Silently, he departed the surgery room, leaving the door ajar for fear of it creaking if he tried closing it. Pad-footed steps took him to the long spiral stair that would lead to the main floor, and he leaned his back against the wall to wait for signs his quarry was distracted before he came out in the open. Timid knelt down next to Tomasj, one paw clutching the scratchy woolen blanket he'd found and thrown on in place of his soggy clothes, as they dried by the large cooking fire he'd managed to stoke. The black wolf looked so ragged when he wasn't moving, like a dying man wrapped in fine but worn leather and steel armor. Tomasj didn't stir except to twitch his closed eyes, as Timid rolled him onto his side, checking the wolf's skull with probing fingers just to be certain the insensate creature wasn't suffering a cracked skull. Out of the corner of his eye, Timid glimpsed a flicker of firelight that caught his attention, and he turned, only to find the fire suddenly filling his sight, as his paws clenched, claws digging into the wolf's cheek as the cat tensed up, eyes filled with otherworldly blackness that seemed to blot out his mind, his lungs and mouth as if they were filled with fiery water, burning him and blocking the air. ***You have gathered the Three,*** ***Now the Two shall come to you.*** ***One shall be of forest law,*** ***Duty-bound yet goodness-tempted,*** ***He shall feather the winged devils,*** ***His arrows know the way.*** ***One shall be unwelcome foe,*** ***Cruel of heart and weak of soul,*** ***You shall need his darkling heart,*** ***Know him by Her hatred.*** ***When Three and Two are Five,*** ***Seek the Frozen One,*** ***It will know the way.*** The sound of a rushing, stallion-wild deluge filled Timid's ears, pushing against his eyes from behind, as the fire suddenly reverted, sending him reeling to his knees as his world wobbled. As he vomited, acidly, he found himself pondering when exactly he'd stood up, and why he couldn't recall it. An arm wrapped around his neck, as he was spitting the last of his foul mouthful, tightening just enough to make his head feel over-full as he dragged in a labored breath of fright, a blade touching upon the side of his neck. Timid stiffened, and for a moment held his breath at the tightening of his throat, and tried to turn to see his assailant, only to be stopped by a prick of the knife. "Hold, priest. Don't make me cut you, it's not my goal." Timid swallowed against the sourness in his muzzle, and the pressure on his throat, letting his paws fall away from the other fur's iron grip, palms shown in sign of surrender. "I won't attack you, if you just let me go..." The cat's eyes darted, as the fur holding him locked considered in silence what to do. Timid's eyes alighted on a leather-wrapped bundle pressed up against his hip. *A quiver...Green and brown...Warden!* He swallowed again against the constricting arm, excitement building as a buzzing in his chest, driving out the sickly burning sensation of the vomit he'd just passed. Another companion, or so he hoped, since a bandit likely would have killed him first and not bothered with talking. The vulpine voice was of average tone, though strong and clear in the way of furs who didn't bother with deceptions of words. "Priest, you are violating ducal law by aiding an escaped prisoner." Timid heard the slight hesitation in the fox's voice, the halting that meant he was likely hesitant, that something disturbed him about the situation. The grip around his throat was quite firm, though, telling him this fur was certainly able to kill and willing to do so should his paw be forced. He waited a few seconds, to see if the warden would expound. When no words came forth, he shifted his head against the iron-hard arm, feeling a hard, metallic shape beneath the cloth rub into his neck. "If you've looked at her, then you know what your duke likely ordered done. I'm...I'm sorry, warden, but I can't let you take her back." The fox seemed to take focus on that, and pricked the cat's skin with his woodland cleaver. The chill of the cut made him suck in a breath against the constriction in his throat, heart racing as he hoped against hope the warden would listen to reason, to decency, to something other than an oath sworn to an evil bastard like Casso. "I've sworn an oath, priest. I'm a man of the law." Somewhere inside, Timid felt a hardening, a harsh spike of vitriol that tensed his muscles and pushed a reedy growl from his throat as he ejaculated words in a furious torrent that shocked him more than the stalwart warden. "What worth is a law that lends itself to this savagery?! The dead walk outside, fuck the Duke's law! Help me save the decent folk his army can help!" The fox was growling as well, the harsh vibrations rolling through Timid's back, just before he felt a sudden gulf between himself and his assailant. A sharp, powerful kick struck him low on the back, bowling him forward to paws and knees as the towel slipped from his grasp, sliding down his back. Brother Timid twisted to face the warden, staring wide-eyed, nostrils flared, at the shadowy fox that stood over him, pointing a slightly curved, wicked-sharp chopping blade, his eyes glinting in anger. "Who is that woman, and what did she do? Do you even know, father? How can you claim to know anything about her?" The fox's words were biting, harsh as the rough steel blade he carried, his eyes narrowed in discernment and anger. Timid's eyes flared wide and he stood, ignoring the blanket as he rose nude to his fullest height, arms to his side and flexed as he growled back his response. "Because I know her from my dreams! We have a chance to save lives, warden. We can do it, or we can fight over wrongs that don't matter any more while everyone around us dies and comes back to strangle us with their rotting fists!" The priest watched, anger in his face, as the Warden's eyes shifted. He saw the indecision there, the questioning, and knew he had scored a hit on the lawman's resolve. *Tempted to goodness. You were right, my Lord.* Behind the fox, a shadowy shape rose fluidly from the floor, silent despite its height and the weight of its armor. *...Oh no, damnit...* Timid's paw came up, and the Warden tensed in reaction, as the priest opened his muzzle to shout a warning. He was a moment too late, as Tomasj's arm whipped forward and around, slashing an iron fire poker towards the fox's skull with a whistling, killing strike. Over a decade of hunting the most crafty of criminals had honed the fox's instincts to an edge sharper than his razor-keen woodland cleaver. He threw himself forward, off his feet, into a forward roll so graceful Timid was momentarily stunned by its circular rolling paw-over-paw motion. A moment later, a stinging backhand from the warden's blade paw spun him around and knocked the nude cat to the stones as the Warden whirled towards his shadowy foe, cleaving blade held low as the mad-eyed wolf howled and charged with all his weight behind the double-pawed overhead blow he leveled. Tomasj came forward in an enraged fury, his lanky body and long straight weapon giving him reach and power the Warden knew better than to try meeting straight-on. He danced back away from a pair of wind-cutting slashes that would have turned his ribs to mush, then darted in to plant a boot in the wolf's gut. The still-concussed creature staggered back, the wind blown out of him, folded forward and awkwardly raising the poker to parry a pair of rapid cross-body slashes from the wicked cleaver. Dancing paw-steps were carrying him around the wolf, who turned skillfully but sluggishly, warding him away with heavy strokes of the poker that kept him dodging away, waiting for the injured creature to tire and lose the rage driving its limbs. The fox grinned, hefting his cleaver in anticipation of the kill. An impact against his legs knocked the smile from his face, as the naked little priest tackled him at the knees, throwing his surprising strength into stealing the agile creature's balance and only advantage. "Tomasj don't kill him! We need his help!" The fox staggered, struggling for balance as the tenacious cat wrapped itself around his legs like a lamprey, and raised his cleaver just in time to have it smashed out of his numbed paw by a potent stroke of the fire poker. Staring into his eyes, the grinning, snarling wolf stalked towards him, raising the poker for a killing strike as the fox finally fell, tripping over the priest and landing hard on his hip. "You always say this, priest! 'We need her', 'The vision says it is so,' pah!" Timid drank in the wolf's furious visage, his wide crazed eyes, and realized he couldn't even raise an arm in defense. To release the Warden would mean the fight could continue, likely until one or the other or both were dead. He swallowed against the rushing surge of energy that made his muscles shake, and spoke his words with care. "Then let Nastasia choose." A gamble, he knew, and the fox's lack of struggling told him the Warden had gauged Tomasj and knew this was his only chance as well, likely because he judged this 'Nastasia' was the more merciful of the pair. The crazed witch hunter's head tilted, and he abruptly smirked, releasing the fire poker to drop with a heavy, sonorous clang as it struck the stones. The wolf threw his arms up and laughed his rolling, manic mix of belly-laugh and giggle, as his head fell back to stare at the ceiling. He coughed, and looked down at the cat wrapped around his legs with a curious quirked brow. "Your friend...Are all Svalich this mad?" The priest looked up at him, with a pinched expression of embarrassed worry. "I hope not."

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Title: Behind the Scenes at Hardon Tech Tags: enf, exhibitionism, public sex, fantasy, masturbation *Here is another quick shorty, not worthy of too much editing. It's just an utterly silly scenario, and it doesn't get too hardcore. I'm throwing it in exhibitionism since it plays on that element, and there is no relationship element to this story. No imaginary characters were harmed in the writing of this story. Cheers! Thanks for all the encouragement, folks.* \*\*\*\*\* "Miss Johnson, we at Hardon Tech take great offense that the articles you published accuse us of gender discrimination. We allow all the women on our staff to take on important roles at this company. There is no glass ceiling. The diversity of our board proves that, and our charity works are known, throughout the world, for helping women get ahead in life. To go to college and graduate!" Dan Hardon, the CEO of Hardon Tech, had his brow furrowed and arms crossed while he stood in the conference room across from Melody Johnson, the hard-nosed reporter who had created a lot of bad publicity for his company. He waited a long time to finally meet the woman standing before him now. She had worked diligently to ruin his company's reputation with her series in America Today, one of the nation's leading political and business magazines, but until now had refused to speak with the president of Hardon Tech personally. That's because Melody wanted all the facts before going to a biased source. "Right," said Melody Johnson. "You think your company helps women? Like your 'Flash for Cash' scholarship program? You film college girls flashing their breasts for full scholarships... but then you turn around and sell those videos online." "Full scholarships for any women willing to participate," said Dan. "No matter what background, race or body type. No discrimination whatsoever. We offer a hundred every year through a lottery, Miss Johnson, of thousands of applicants." "Yet couldn't it be argued that it subjugates women? That you sell these videos to perverts?" "Ma'am, this is history, not porn! Documented history. Many great scholars, business executives, engineers and doctors are coming out of our Flash for Cash program. Even future politicians. It proves what the best academic minds are willing to do to achieve great things." "By humiliating themselves? Selling themselves?" Melody's voice was firm, bordering angry. "Of course not!" shouted Mr. Miller. "By DOCUMENTING themselves. Every individual is unique in body and mind. If you worked here, Miss Melody, you would understand that. It's part of our Mission Statement, in fact. We consider ourselves to be the most cutting edge manufacturer of adult toys on the globe, and we value the uniqueness of every woman who uses our products. It's what sets us apart from the rest." "Buzzwords and bullshit," said Melody. "It's a thin excuse to sexualize women. You think just because you make sex toys for women that you can treat women like sex objects. For instance, some of your ex-staff members have come forward and suggested that you make the women masturbate in public office settings?" "Excuse me?" shouted Dan. "We don't MAKE anyone do anything of the sort!" The biggest article in the series was about the supposed antics going on at the company. At the time Melody wrote it, no one who actively worked at Hardon Tech agreed to meet for an interview. Instead, her sources were all disgruntled ex-employees who insisted on remaining anonymous. Still, Melody felt there were enough of them to corroborate the stories. Dan Miller was offended by the publication, which is why he insisted on this personal interview. He wanted Melody to view his company intimately, with a full write-up, followed by a personal retraction of the series. Melody knew if she couldn't vet her stories now, she was in big trouble. She was also aware that it was highly likely that the employees would all be on their best behavior while she was present. But while Melody was aware of the challenges, she still believed she could find evidence to back her claims. She also hoped to find an insider, a whistle-blower willing to come forward. Melody was sure that with just one or two more pieces of evidence, the law would come down on these assholes, and close this place for good. Just then Allison Silverberry, Dan's personal assistant, opened the door to the conference room and walked in with a tray. "Sir, your coffee." "Jesus Christ, what are you wearing?" screamed Melody, the moment she saw the young woman. "Oh, this thing?" Allison put the drink tray on the conference table and pointed at the unusual bra she was wearing. Other than her skirt and heels, it was all she wore. The bra was a pink number with holes at the nipples. Some kind of pump device fit through them, attaching to her nipples with tubes leading out. The tubes merged together to a control unit kept holstered on her skirt, which was making a slight humming noise. "I'm testing out the new Nipple Xciter Y. This here is a little pump with adjustable settings." Allison unclipped the unit and held it up. There were two buttons with up and down arrows, and Allison clicked the one pointing up several times. The humming sound got a bit louder and the secretary smiled widely before putting the clip back in its position. "Yeah, that'll do," she sighed. "You liking it?" asked Dan. "Looks good on those peaches." Melody almost screamed and yelled out, "I KNEW IT! How dare you talk to her like that?" The other two stopped in their tracks and the secretary spoke, "Hey, hey, wait up. I volunteered to try this thing. I mean, who wouldn't? To get to do this at work? Don't you dare write or suggest in your article that I was forced or coerced. That is simply not true!" Melody was stopped at first, but managed to press forward. "You volunteered? Well... uh... fine, but that gives your boss NO RIGHT to refer to your breasts as 'peaches'!" Allison put her hands to her hips and shook her head. It looked rather strange with the pumps sucking and tugging on her nipples through her exposed bra. "Miss Johnson, it was I who started that reference. I hosted a charity function once where I was body painted, and my breasts were made to look like peaches. Ever since, I playfully refer to them as such. Certainly, I don't ask my co-workers to treat me any differently than I treat myself, or others around me. If they hear me call my breasts 'peaches' they can call them that too." Melody struggled to find flaws in the logic. She still felt it was tactless, but at worst, that's all it was. It wasn't criminal. Dan broke in to the conversation, "Miss Johnson, perhaps you are just trying a bit too hard. Please, relax. I assure you, you will discover an open and enjoyable work environment here at Hardon Tech. We have nine people working the front office, four in shipping, and nineteen in the manufacturing building next door." "About that..." said Melody. "How is it you have thirty females and only two other males working here? Your brothers, as a matter of fact." Dan slowly reeled back. "Well, we did start as a family business... but are you suggesting we should hire fewer women?" Melody said nothing, knowing the question was rhetorical. What she was subtly suggesting was that Dan and his brothers hired only women to harass them. "We started out as a rubber manufacturing plant. It was our dad's. After he passed away, we struggled to retain enough clients to stay open. Lots of business went overseas where labor is cheap. If you like, I would gladly share the entire history of our company with you." "That might me a good idea," suggested Melody. She'd play along, she thought. "My wife, as a joke, was always asking me to make a dildo for her," said Dan, without missing a beat, not at all embarrassed about this tidbit of history. "I had the time to make the molds, seeing as we had so little business. Once we actually tried it, she insisted we actually sell these things commercially." Melody wrote notes as Dan continued. "So Penny, my wife, starts going from one locally adult owned shop to the next selling our brand. She's a good sales person. I think she bagged like ninety percent of her meetings. Anyway, it went from there. As we grew, we added more staff, developed more lines. You get it... but one thing is for sure..." "What's that?" asked Melody, looking up from her glasses. "Almost all our products are designed specifically for women. It only makes sense to pursue having them in our workforce. Who else understands the brand other than the ones who use it? We actively encourage our staff to participate with our products. Everyone's input, from my wife's, to the girls in the office and on the floor, even the janitor... all have a voice, and all make our products better." Melody wanted to be angry, but any business would ask their staff to champion their products. Still, this bordered on something wrong, perhaps illegal, she just knew it. "Why don't we see what your staff has to say?" "Maybe that would be best. Grab a cup of coffee if you like and I'll walk you next door. We'll start in the plant." Melody followed Dan through a series of corridors and to an out side door. They quickly strolled across a small, but full, parking lot to the twelve-thousand-square-foot, metal building where the products were manufactured. American ingenuity, indeed. Inside, were machines that made molds, injected rubber and much more. Conveyor belts were seen moving objects slowly on several lines, while some products appeared to be crafted by station. There were several teams of three our four women, and a number of them working independently at their own stations, all diligently doing their part. At first, Melody didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Dan led her down a small line that produced a dildo with a rubber, but fleshy looking ballsack. An opening allowed a liquid to be filled and when the user was ready, they could squeeze the balls to eject artificial semen. The amazing thing was how closely the dildo resembled a real penis, Melody thought. She almost wanted to touch one. All the other girls were doing just that, as they pulled out the molds, sanded them down, glossed them over, attached the balls and melded the pieces together with a hot gun. It was rather fascinating, but to Melody's shock, at the end of the line was a young woman furiously stroking one of the things in front of a webcam on her computer. Melody noticed the girl's tits were hanging out of her blouse, bouncing up and down with her motions. Then, the worker aimed the head of the fake cock at her face and gave the balls a squeeze. The artificial semen shot out and she gleefully laughed as she coated her face, all while smiling at the camera. "Oh look," said Dan."Martha is live streaming again." Melody's jaw was dropped, eyes wide, as she watched the girl in disbelief. Dan began waving his hands at her, attempting to calm her. "Oh, this was all Martha's idea... to do quality assurance in front of a cam. She shares her earnings with the rest of the girls on the line, too. They make a lot of extra money doing it and we don't care, as it draws interest to our products, as well. We encourage QA on our devices and if she wants an audience, we won't get in her way." Just then the girl caught sight of her in-house audience and turned to them. "Oh, hey Dan." She had a goop of thick white substance on her face as she spoke. "Loving the new formula for the ejaculate. Just add water, huh? It tastes really good." "Three different flavors," Dan chimed in. "I like all of them." The girl began to tuck her tits back away when she noticed Melody. "Do you want to try?" "What? No! Why would you ask that?" "I dunno. New hires sometimes like trying our stuff. I know I did." "Melody Johnson is a reporter, Martha. Here to scope out the place." "Oh, yeah, yeeeeahhhh..." said Martha. "You're the one that wrote that trash piece, right?" Melody blushed and looked to the floor, before breathing in, slowly raising her head. "I think, based on the testimony I received - and even what I see now - that my stories may have merit." "Whatever, lady," scoffed the girl. "You shouldn't do that yellow journalism. There are good people working here, ya know. You trying to make us homeless? The amount of misinformation on social media has hurt our sales, ya know." Melody was caught back. She didn't respond, instead looking to Dan. "We'll move along," he said. "Oh, now come on!" demanded Melody, when she saw the next two women working at their tables. Instead of sitting on a chair, they stood with their legs spread. A box was on the floor underneath them. A rod protruded from each box, ending with a dildo attached. The dildos were currently pumping in and out of the two women's pussies. "There is NO WAY this is legal!" Melody screamed. Dan looked genuinely offended yet again. "Excuse me, Melody? These are our two engineers, Lillith Gardener and Paula Weston." The two women turned around to face Melody and their boss, yet they were careful to leave the dildos in their place while doing so. "Oh, hi!" said Paula, the brunette on the left. "Dan said you were coming by. Welcome." "WHY are you doing that?" Melody pointed, shouting. The engineers both looked to their dildos, before they broke out in laughter. "Uh, loosen up," said Lillith. She was a redhead with big tits and large hips. With her skirt hiked up, it was easy to see that her dildo was going in considerably deeper than her counterpart's. "Paula and I spent a lot of time on this new pump. We hope to go to production by the end of next month. We're testing it right now." "But... but... are you all fucking with me? Who fucks themselves, or shoots fake cum on their faces at work? How can you all get away with this?" Melody was addressing everyone around her. Dan huffed. "Melody, these women take great pride in their work. I think you shouldn't be knocking it, unless you understand it." "What?! Are you fucking joking? Do I need to shove something in my pussy to prove to you that this is all fucking wrong?" Dan crossed his arms. "Melody, our workers CHOOSE to test our products. We admire it. In doing so, it may seem that we encourage it, but I assure you, we do not cross any inappropriate lines here at Hardon Tech." "This looks very inappropriate to me." Paula butted in. "That's enough. Are you telling me you don't use sex toys at home? How the hell do you think they get to you? A lot of work, study - and rightfully, testing - goes into our products. You can print that, but don't you dare print that we are forced, in any way, to any form of sexual impropriety. I've never worked for a company that respects the women on its staff as much as Hardon Tech does." Melody threw down her recorder and tablet. "Fine! Show me what you are working on. I'm going to experience a day in the life here. You show me what you do." "Well, that is an interesting angle, and I think a good one." said Dan, rubbing his chin. "You are welcome to roam the entire place as an intern to anyone. I will send out a mass email. You may start here, in the factory. I'll leave you to it." Before Melody could change her mind or object, Dan was gone, leaving her to face the engineers alone. "What would you like to know?" asked Paula. "Tell me how you got here," Melody said, picking her recorder and other things back up. She would ignore the fact the women were fucking themselves for the time being. They seemed to get along just fine, despite the fact. "We both are MIT grads. Engineering. I wanted to work here since forever. I wrote Dan, and he kept tabs on me during college." "So, favors, huh?" "What do you mean, favors? He's a small businessman and I was a motivated college student. I got a degree and now I get to make sex toys for a living. Best job ever!" Melody smiled a bit, "Okay, how about you?" she asked to Lillith. "Same here. I love it. Honestly, we get to be creative. We get to uh... well, have a fun work environment..." "You mean because your boss allows you to masturbate at work?" "They don't care what we do as long as it doesn't hurt anyone, and pushes our mission forward. They really do care about that. We get a lot of leeway to try new things, like this pump we're using now. Notice the wheels on the bottom of the box? One can even move around a bit and it follows you, stays in place." "That is... uh... interesting." "Yeah, and it can go really fast if you want." Lillith fumbled with the button and switched the speed to what must have been its highest setting, because it instantly started ramming her at a very high speed. Melody almost swallowed her tongue as she witnessed the sudden shift in pace. "It's not even that noisy, but damn, can it hammer that pussy," laughed Lillith. "You always did like it rough," said Paula, smiling. "She's like that." "Um, maybe I should move on to another station. Any recommendations?" "You know, we do have one more of these. You could test it out and let us know what you think." "Are you crazy?!?" Yet Melody paused. "I'm not wearing a skirt anyway. Pants is all I have." "Just take it all off. At least from the waist down." Lillith shrugged, too. "Yeah, why not?" "Because nudity?!!? What if Dan or someone sees?" Why Melody asked, she didn't know. She wasn't actually considering this, was she? "Oh, the boys hardly EVER come to the floor. They stay across the street." "Really?" "Yeah, so long as we meet our numbers and get our work done, they're happy." Perhaps Melody had forgotten her reason for being there, or perhaps she tried to reason that it was only fair to see their side of the story, but mostly... deep down... Melody was curious to try the unique sex device. She nodded, indicating she would do so. Paula briefly turned off her pump and pulled herself off the dildo, before fidgeting under her desk for a box. Lillith kept her unit running on high while she spoke to Melody, "Do you need some lube?" she asked. Melody had begun unsnapping her pants. In one motion, she pulled them off with her panties, leaving her shaven pussy exposed. "Um... I don't think so, just so long as we take it slow at first, I think." Melody was already soaking wet. Here she was, standing in an open factory, about to get fucked by a machine. She couldn't explain or rationalize in her head why it turned her on so much. Melody knew, in any other work environment, this would have been crossing the line, yet for some reason it felt justifiable here. Paula dug out the extra pump, which was slightly larger and clunkier than the two they had been using. Melody figured it must have been an earlier prototype. While Melody stood bottomless before the two engineers, Paula snapped a few pieces together and plugged the device into an outlet on the wall. "This one doesn't have a battery," she said. "Now let me just get a fresh dildo attachment." She reached into a cabinet and pulled out a dildo, unwrapping it from its plastic. A moment later, it was attached to the rod as she handed it to Melody. "Just climb on board. Here's the speed control. Just a dial. And you can't be mobile like us. Yours would be good for just standing at a desk or something, stationary." Melody picked up the remote which had a wire leading to the pump. After she carefully inserted the dildo, she raised the dial one notch. "Oh my," she said. "Responsive." The dildo climbed several inches inside of her, before coming back down and repeating the motions. "Let me get back on mine and we can all compare notes," said Paula, excitedly. Of course getting fucked by a vibrating cock was pleasurable, but the added element of doing it freely in public made it so much more fun to Melody. A girl who worked on one of the other lines happened to pass by the station and stumbled onto the scene. "Oh my god!" she screamed. "Is that what you've been working on all this time?" Melody's back was to the girl as the dildo slowly fucked her. She let the engineers talk to their co-worker while she turned the dial up a notch more. Paula and Lillith were all smiles. "Told you it would be great!" said Lillith. The girl squawked and said, "Wait til Brenda sees that." "HR Brenda?" asked Lillith. "Yup, she loves that vibrating egg thing, but I know she's gonna freak when she sees that." Melody turned the dial up yet again as the engineers engaged with the stranger. It was surreal and sexy to be half naked, getting penetrated, while carrying on about one's business. Maybe she had been wrong about this place, after all. It occurred to Melody to pursue the truth further. "So tell me," she asked, looking at the engineers after the girl finally left. "Off the record, if I give you a name - just one name - will you give me an honest assessment of that person's work history here?" The two glanced at each other and shrugged. "Sure," said Paula, turning her device up more, too. She straddled lower now, allowing the dildo to penetrate deeper. "Maureen Wilson. She worked here up until last February. I understand she was in the shipping department." The two groaned simultaneously the moment they heard her name. "Oh yeah, we know Maureen," said Lillith. Her voice was shaking, as if she were about to have an orgasm. Her dildo was still furiously driving into her pussy, and it was taking its toll. Melody wished Lillith would pop her big breasts out while getting fucked so hard, but she kept that opinion to herself. Lillith continued, "She was a packer in shipping. Orders come in, they pull them and box them up." Paula broke in, "But Maureen was always missing her quotas." "It was that damn egg, I tell you. Like that one HR Brenda uses." "Egg?" asked Melody. "Yeah, we have a bluetooth egg. Put it in your vagina, any setting, let it run. It vibrates in different ways and patterns. Can go for hours without overheating or drying your pussy out. Melody wouldn't give it up, and it always slowed her down." "Yeah, just because we can cum at work doesn't mean we are allowed to fail our job requirements. Anyway, last I heard, Maureen was still sour about getting fired." Maureen was also the first person that had come to Melody about the story. The woman insisted on staying anonymous as a source, but gave Melody other people's names to pursue. What Maureen had told Melody was not exactly jiving with what she was currently hearing and witnessing. Melody turned up her pump faster. She could feel the tingle rising. "You liking it?" asked Paula. "Yes, very much," said Melody. "What about Wendy Coleman?" "Oh, Wendy worked on the rubber injection line, but was always running off to pursue attention from Bob and Kyle." "Dan's brothers?" Melody asked, writing in her notepad. "Yeah, they're single. And Wendy had big ole tits, never wore a bra. Fuck, sometimes she went topless, she didn't care." Lillith took over, "But the boys hardly ever come to the manufacturing floor. Amanda Cummings is the floor supervisor and handles things quite well here, so no need. Anyway, Wendy would sneak across the parking lot to the offices. She got fired by Dan after she had been warned many times to stop." Melody realized her series was falling apart and right now, as she was inches away from orgasm, she wasn't too concerned about it. A retraction article might be fun to write, she was thinking. She could spin it in a way to save face, and maybe even boost the company's image. Just then, a deep voice behind her. "Oh, still here, huh?" It was Dan, Melody recognized immediately. Her bare ass must have been facing him, while the dildo worked her pussy. Melody was embarrassed beyond words, too scared to move, yet she was able to reply. "Uh, yes, Paula and Lillith were going to get my input on this new product." She didn't dare turn to face her nemesis while she spoke to him. She was surprised she was able to engage in any way at all, as the dildo continued to do its work in front of him. "Well, what do you think? Are these girls good or what?" "Um... I think they are on to something with this," admitted Melody. She couldn't take it anymore. The act of getting pounded in front of strangers sent her over the edge into an orgasm that left her whimpering uncontrollably. She pushed down deeper on the dildo as she reached to repeat the feeling, quickly climbing to a second cumming. Lillith came right along with her, perhaps egged on by the reporter's first climax. "Oh, my fucking god," she cried, as juices poured out of her pussy, onto the fast-pumping dildo and the box below it. Paula smiled wide and screamed, "I love it!" as she too, came on the dildo ramming her pussy. "I think we have a hit, Dan." Finally, Melody turned off her device and unstrapped herself from the unit. Turning to Dan, exposing her pussy entirely, she spoke slowly. "I think I owe you an apology... and a retraction..." Dan smiled, happy they had won her over. "I appreciate that. We all do." "There is one thing, though." "Yes?" he asked. "Could I try that bra on your assistant had this morning?" Then Melody turned to the engineers again. "And do you have anything else I could test?" The staff erupted in laughter and began applauding the journalist. Paula smiled again, "Oh, I think we can find something..."

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Title: Thulea by WSAD Tags: Dragon, Dragoness, Inflation, M/F, Magic, Never Seen Sex Act, Non-Anthro, Short, Tie Something older (and sadly short) I ran through and tweaked for quality's sake. There is probably still issues with it I'll gouge my eyes out over later on when I see them. Anyway, dragons fucking, enjoy! --- Â Â Â Â Â "So what have you decided to do with the human's request? He desires you to train him does he not?" the rust and gold skinned male asked of her. He straddled the smaller female resting on her belly below him where he could slide his body across hers. He allowed his the warmth of his scales tease and stimulate her senses by mimicking the old tradition of foreplay common amongst the older dragons. Their combined musk was strong despite the vault's high ceiling and long corridors, which made up the female's guest chamber, the place where she always greeted her more valued guests with the inviting allure of her slit. Â Â Â Â "I sense, as well as you do; no doubt, a small flame within him. He has potential, but not much in the hands of a human mage. I believe that if I put out effort enough that I could squeeze quite a bit of greatness out of him." She replied with a half moan in response to his ministrations. The male smiled as he thought of what else she would be squeezing out of someone as his slit took the hint and swelled. His member began to swell with hot dragon blood with its tip beginning to poke free of the folds. Â Â Â Â "I say make the attempt. However, by whose standards is this "greatness" measured? A dragon's or a humans?" He dipped his pelvis down to graze the tip of his member across her back. He leaked small amounts of precum onto her back and his musky scent began to explode from the powerful aroma of his seed. She inhaled a deep breathe of it and felt her vent tingle and grow moist. Any more teasing and her folds would turn red with blood and grow hot and inviting, the lips spreading slightly to take anything that wished to enter. The thought of being impaled once again by his huge shaft and taking his full load inside her got her wet with need. She bumped her rear up against his belly to tell him to keep going. Â Â Â Â "Then perhaps I shall. I'm sure he will be pleased." He growled and rubbed his head at hers and nuzzled at the aquamarine skin of her neck. The rest of her was a glossy smooth emerald green with flecks of yellow. He knew how pleased he would soon be, too, and his member finally slid free from his slit. He was till limp, but the size was impressive still, and it would not be long before the blood engorged him fully and made him as erect and solid as a statue. He knew all too well how she liked to be mated and he enjoyed it more than she. Out of the many females who would take him into their guest chamber she was the only one who enjoyed being roughly taken by his rigid meat, and despite her size she was the only one who seemed to be able to comfortably engulf his entire shaft. It always surprised him how much of his seed stayed in her belly rather than spilling out in drove as it did with the other females he frequented. Thulea was an excellent breeder and could make countless fine clutches if she ever decided to allow a male to breed her for young. Â Â Â Â Thulea arched her back and allowed herself to be teased by the ever stiffing shaft bumping and sliding across her rear. The blood flowed through both of them and soon her lips were red and willing to take any male and his spear that was willing to answer the call. His rod was erect and bobbed beneath his large frame to slap against his underbelly. He was more than three foot in length, much more than adequate for any male. His pride was often too much for many females and his semen usually spilled forth in such an amount that no womb could hold it all for young. Thulea had not let herself be mated by him in over two months and he was eager to fill her belly with his rod and make her swell with his spunk. Â Â Â Â "Begin, please. If I am to train the boy then I must greet and prepare him. You may not have the opportunity to breed me for quite some time after this chance." He was only mildly surprised at this news. She was obsessive over anything she decided to do and would often shelve other things to make more time and room for her primary objective. Even things such as mating, one of her favored "treats", was tossed to the side to be ignored. Â Â Â Â "Then I will have to mate you all the more fiercely to make up for time that I will be spending outside your slit." He grinned at her with a quick nuzzle to her neck. Â Â Â Â "Give me all of what you can muster then, Salasal." He licked at her and slid his tongue under her chin and across her snout lovingly as he tilted his hips and slid the tip of his shaft to her waiting hole. His rod eased into her folds with little effort to tease at her senses as well as his own. He adored how her body hugged at his shaft so tightly, stretching around his girth as he squeezed himself inside her. She always felt small and tight, almost so much so that he feared he wouldn't make it in, but she was deep enough for him and her body was just able enough to take him. No other female could and he growled in delight as his shaft buried itself to the hilt. Â Â Â Â Thulea grimaced at the slow and steady intrusion of such a huge beast of a phallus. She concentrated on her thoughts and focused her magical energies as the trickle of power pooled within her nethers. The skin of her slit and the tender flesh of her innermost regions toughened or grew more elastic where needed so they would not tear against the monstrous rod attempting to destroy them. The fool actually believed that she was truly capable of safely harboring his freakishly large prick. She only mated with him and put out the effort of casting stealthy magic on herself so she could indulge in her fetish of being filled with copious amounts of semen. His load was so great that she would orgasm from simply the feel of his shaft twitching with every hot jet of seed he spilled inside her. Â Â Â Â She grinned when she realized that she was not so much a fetishist as a smart dragon. Rarely were dragons ever capable of manipulating their clutches the way she could. Her eggs never grew inside her unless she wished them to so she was never fearful of being burdened by a male's young. When Salasal was finished filling her cunt she would squeeze her folds tight and hold it all in. A difficult task since he filled her so well that most of his seed wanted to spew back out for the lack of room. She would hold out as long as she could and enjoy the warmth radiating inside her, then allow the seed to spill out into a magic formed clay container kept in her Inner Chamber. Each container (of which there were many) contained the seed of every male she mated with, one container for every male. Salasal's container was very big. Â Â Â Â With her skill she could take a large amount of seed and manipulate the tiny pieces of life within them and craft a fine child from it. Using eggs from her own clutch of course as the final half of the puzzle. She had already long since perfected her own half of the mixture. She collect the sperm to blend traits from her various suitors hoping that one day she would be satisfied with her creation, then when boredom struck, she would allow herself to be impregnated. She would raise fine young. Â Â Â Â Salasal was tired of the simple feeling of being squeezed and he began to make good on his promise to mate her fiercely. He slid his hips back until two thirds of his member slid from her body, then plowed it all back in again. She gasped loudly at the sudden vacuum formed from his fast exit, then grunted when he pushed his length back in again. The magic working in her belly worked well and her folds held firm against his pummeling. His shaft was slick with his hot precum and her own juices and he slid in and out with no resistance except from her extreme tightness. She knew he would only last, at most, a few minutes at such a fierce pace and then they would be finished. Her fetish satisfied she would then send him on his way with a stupid grin on his snout. Â Â Â Â Salasal was humping against her as hard as he could, driving every twitching inch as deep as they would be permitted. He was lost in the noises of their mating, the slurping and sucking of wet meat slamming hard into a sloppy hole, and the sound of the tiny female grunting and gasping with every stroke. He felt her clinch her self down on his cock as a rush of hot fluid splash against his cock. Her moans became louder as he realized she was cumming on his shaft. Â Â Â Â Thulea was successful. She then faked yet another orgasm and contracted her muscles to spray her feminine cum across his dick, causing her scent of arousal to flood the room more thoroughly. His huge member was only mildly pleasurable, the healing magic working overtime to numb her folds to stave off any pain. Â Â Â Â Minutes past by and finally Salasal was ready to blow his load. She felt his dick swell slightly. The base of his shaft grew and he plowed it between her lips and it swelled further locking him inside her belly. She was shocked at how large he was becoming since he had never gotten quite so large before. He always tied with her, but never so strongly! Â Â Â Â Salasal decided to cheat his way into a longer stay in her cunt. He manipulated his body's blood flow and forced his shaft to swell larger than it would have normally. His dick was so tight inside her that it would be a long several minutes before he could pull free. She felt him throb inside her before he came. His eyes rolled back into his head as he felt a rush of blackness overtake his vision; a numbness to the limbs, then a tingling that grew from his shaft and exploded through him. His roar was deafening and Thulea had to mutter a quiet spell to protect her ears. Â Â Â Â Then she orgasmed in earnest. Hot cum spilled inside her in powerful streams. Every nook and cranny was filled with seed and she felt her insides swell with his load. Salasal was awe struck by this orgasm. His body shook and trembled as he emptied himself deep inside her. Lights flashed before his eyes before he finally passed out, in part because of his orgasm, and then partly because he stole too much blood from his brain to keep him awake during such a momentous climax. Â Â Â Â His cock was still buried within her and he tugged her to the floor. She laughed at him as she continued to shake and writhe from her intense orgasm. He was still cumming inside her and she rolled him onto his back so she could straddle his belly and ride him. So long as she continued to stimulate his prick he could continue to cum. Her belly was slightly distended from being so viciously filled, and she adored the feeling of fluid surging inside her and flowing in currents as his shaft sprayed his load within her. His orgasm slowly subsided after a time. She felt sick from having so much in her all at once. He had come more than he had ever managed during all their previous matings. Â Â Â Â She flexed her vaginal muscles and readied herself to contain the cum pint up inside her. It took several minutes but his cock went limp and slid from her, all the while she held her slit shut tight to keep the seed from leaking out. Once he was free from her insides she wobbled to her inner chamber and to the largest of her containers. The brown vase was enchanted to preserve anything that was placed within it as if it were freshly deposited. Â Â Â Â She lifted a hind leg and positioned her slit over the opening of the vase and relaxed her muscles. All the seed she was fighting to contain spilled from her cunt and into the vase to join the rest of the container's contents. With his large loads she was forced to create a larger vase just for him. She had thirteen other vases by this one and each contained semen from other suitors, in varying amounts. Some she mated with more than others and usually due to giving favors or simple favoritism. Â Â Â Â When she was finished squeezing out the bulk of his seed she dropped off the container and licked herself clean. She savored the musky flavor of Salasal's cum, though admittedly she had tasted better. Salasal's only perks were that he was large and that he came in long large loads. She loved that about him, but his taste and personality was lacking. She went to snap Salasal awake and to politely tell him to remove him and his freakish cock out of her chambers. She had new business to attending involving the human and she did not want any further distractions.

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Title: 1: Educating Kaylee Ch. 05 Tags: luke, kaylee, discoveries, camera **VIII -- Discoveries** "Pick up, pick up," Kaylee growled, sitting in the coffee shop by herself with one leg crossed over the other, bouncing up and down nervously. Luke either didn't have his cell phone, or he didn't want to answer it. It took everything she had to resist chucking her caramel latte across the room. Or better yet, at the nerdy kid with the glasses and afro that couldn't take his eyes off of her. "Pervert," she whispered to herself, but deliberately giving him a dirty look. He quickly looked away. Kaylee dialed a different number. "Hey, baby," Bradley said. "What's up? I get off work in an hour or so; I was thinking we can run up to the lookout, just you and me..." "Not right now, Bradley," she said, ignoring the standard chitchat. She wanted to get straight to the point, "Luke's sister said you beat him up pretty bad a few days ago. Is that true?" "She's smoking crack. Of course it's not true," Bradley said. Smoothly changing his tone, he told her, "You know, I was thinking tonight might be a good night for us to go past second base. Since schools out for a couple weeks for Christmas break, why don't we take it a little further? I know you keep saying you're not ready, but I'm saying tonight's the night to swing for the fences and get that home run. You've been keeping me from slamming something grand into you for way too long..." "Really, Bradley," she said, clearly agitated with his crudeness. "I told you we're not doing that any time soon so tuck your bat away. Besides," she snapped, "Quit changing the subject and focus. Someone hurt Luke really bad." It wasn't easy, but she tried her hardest to bring his attention back to planet Earth. Bradley always had a way of focusing on his own selfish needs at the most inappropriate times. "And, you'd better be telling the truth about not hurting Luke," she threatened, sounding almost venomous, ready to carefully analyze his response. "I said it wasn't me," he replied defensively. "He probably mouthed off to someone. For a nerd, he's got a big mouth. There's no doubt he insulted the wrong person this time; it doesn't surprise me he got pounded." "Don't be insensitive. He's a good guy. I don't think he would do that." "Really? You think he's some perfect guy, like he wouldn't ever say anything bad to anyone," Bradley asked her, obviously annoyed. *Oxygen thief,* Kaylee thought to herself, recalling what Luke called Bradley during one of their study sessions. Ok, so Bradley did have a good point, although it didn't seem like Luke's normal nature. She'd never heard him talk negative like that to anyone else, at least. But still. "Look, I don't care what Luke says. Can we just drop it and talk about something else? Like me, and you, and the lookout," he said smoothly. Kaylee sighed, "We'll see. Right now that's the last thing on my mind. I need to talk to Luke, and he's not picking up his phone. I won't bring him up again, ok?" Bradley was angry. He snapped, "Do you know how much time you've been spending with him compared to me? I let it slide at first because I know you wanted to get your grades up, but come on! It's like you'd rather be with him instead of me! Let's think about your priorities, Kaylee!" Deep down, she knew he was right, even if his mouthing off was starting to get to her; she hadn't seen Bradley much at all lately. "Ok, I'll tell you what. Let me talk to Luke first, just to make sure he's ok, and then tomorrow night we can go to the lookout after you get off work. I'm not going to give you a home run," she said seductively, "but I might let you steal another base." After hearing Bradley purr on the phone, she said, "If you behave and start acting nice, I just might let my fingers walk all over your body, maybe scratch my fingernails lightly up and down your chest, and drive you absolutely insane. Kay?" He was so easy, Kaylee thought as she snickered to herself. She could practically hear his moan in the background, along with a soft, "Ok. I can't wait, baby," before he hung up the phone. \--- After promising Bradley that she'd spend more time with him, Kaylee was determined to talk to Luke that night no matter what. Besides, she just couldn't let the situation fester. She picked up a big bouquet of balloons and a get-well card, and just for fun (and something of an inside joke), she also found a book for him that she knew he'd absolutely love. If he wouldn't pick up the phone, she'd go over and see him. She was a little nervous, she had to admit. Kaylee really didn't want to see Luke's mom and dad, especially if they thought her boyfriend beat up Luke. If happy-go-lucky Faith was upset with Kaylee, who knows what Mrs. Patton wanted to do to her. She was the one person she really didn't want to lock horns with because she knew she'd lose. Carefully, she pulled her Beamer alongside the street, a few houses down from Luke's. With a heavy sigh of relief, she realized she might have a chance to avoid the parents since the Mustang wasn't in the garage and the Challenger wasn't in the driveway. Now, if she could just get Luke to answer the door, she could explain to him that it couldn't possibly have been Bradley that jumped him. Luke probably never saw who assaulted him and just assumed it was Bradley. "Well, this is it," she told herself as she slid out of her car, carefully balancing the balloons, book, and card in her arms as her high heels reached the pavement. The walk to his house felt exceptionally long. She was uneasier in that moment than she when she took the midterms. Despite her full arms, Kaylee tried to straighten out her white pleated skirt and pink/black zebra striped tank top the best she could before she knocked on the door. She couldn't remember a time when she'd been more nervous. The door swung open. "Hi, Kaylee," a bubbly Faith said with a warm welcome, much different from the last Faith she ran into at the mall. "Oh, wow, I love those balloons!" Faith looked guilty for a moment and changed subjects. "Kaylee, I'm glad you came by. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how I treated you at the mall. Like I said, I just figured you knew it was Bradley and didn't care what happened to my brother since midterms were over. I feel rotten for even thinking that. It's obvious," she said, referring to the balloons, "how much of a friend you are to Luke. I shouldn't have doubted you." Kaylee looked surprised, "Faith, you have no need to apologize to me. I just wish I heard about this sooner. Which is what brings me here..." Clearing her throat, she reluctantly asked, "Is Luke home?" "He's home, but I don't know if he wants to see you," she said apologetically with a conflicted look on her face. Kaylee looked distraught, "You have to convince him, Faith. I just want to talk to him. Well, even more than that, at the very least I just want to wish him well after what happened to him, regardless of how he was hurt." The more she talked, the more she felt like giving up. "Oh, never mind. Just please give these to him," she asked, holding out the gifts. Faith shook her head and sighed, "I can't do that to you, Kaylee. Please, come in. Just know I'm breaking a promise to Luke for you; I told him I wouldn't let you in." She felt awful but somehow managed a nervous laugh as she walked inside. Kaylee said, "It's that bad, huh?" "He's just being a big baby. If he can't see how much of a sweetheart you are, then it's his loss," Faith said. Somehow that made Kaylee feel a little better. "He's in his room. Aaron's in there, too." That didn't make Kaylee feel better. She didn't need an audience. "Ok, Faith. I owe you one." Faith smiled, and for the first time ever Kaylee saw her devious side, "Good; I was wondering who I could ask for a ride to the mall for the after-Christmas sales; now I know!" Laughing, Kaylee said, "You little extortionist! Well, in all honestly, I'd love to." \--- "It's open," Luke said as she knocked on the door, unaware and uncaring of who wanted in. Kaylee carefully opened the door. "H-hi, Luke," she said meekly, bracing for his response. *So this is his room,* she thought to herself, looking around at the clutter of electronics, scattered books, and super-hero posters littering the wall. Luke was staring at the television, leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the desk in a careful balancing act so only the rear two legs were on the floor; one of his arms was in a sling but somehow he managed to keep his body tilted to the side, able to use both hands on his controller. Kaylee unsuccessfully tried not to gasp when she saw the shiner on Luke's face; his eye was really, really black. Her instinct was to run forward and comfort him, but she managed to resist. Aaron was sitting at Luke's computer processing video footage; his camera was plugged in to the computer. Knowing Aaron, the footage was probably part of the never-ending documentary of who-knows-what that he was working on. When Luke heard who was at the door, he paused the game and lowered his chair to the floor. She thought she heard air escaping from his lungs as he gave her a weak hearted, "Hello Kaylee." She could tell he was trying to be polite but he didn't hide his annoyance very well. "What are you doing here? I guess Faith let you in?" Aaron got up and tried to slink out of the room. Kaylee smiled, looking forward to the privacy, until Luke said, "Aaron, it's cool, you don't have to leave. I'm sure this won't take long." Kaylee said, "Don't be mad at Faith. I kind of persuaded her. Here, these are for you." She held out the balloons, the card, and the book. Luke seemed confused at her gesture, but his look of inconvenience had softened. Carefully turning each balloon, he took the time to read all of the get-well and feel-better quotes. "Thanks, Kaylee, you didn't have to do that." "I know," she said, digging the toe of her high heel into the ground, twisting the tip back and forth on the floor and holding her hands behind her back. "The balloons and card are my way of saying get well. The book is something of an early Christmas present. Faith mentioned a while ago you collected older books." Luke looked at the book. "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, by Roald Dahl..." His voice trailed off. Kaylee held her breath. She didn't think Luke would get the joke at first until she saw just the tiniest of smiles creep up on his face. "I thought I'd get you a much happier version of Lord of the Flies. No one dies in this version and they all eat candy," she teased. Kaylee thought back to the moment when she and Luke had first studied in the high school library. He had subtly called her Veruca, as in Veruca Salt, the spoiled girl in the book whose father would buy her whatever she wanted. She didn't catch it at the time, but she knew now. Kaylee raised her eyebrow, glaring at Luke with a sparkle in her eye, "Oh, and by the way, I know who Veruca is, you big jerk." Luke's smile was softly revealed through his blushing cheeks. It was fortunate for him that Kaylee couldn't hold her angry face; a slight upwards curve of her lip let Luke know he was off the hook. At least for now. "Sorry about that, Kaylee. I guess I was being kind of a jerk." Kaylee snickered, "Maybe, but you weren't the only one. I'm sorry too." Luke continued staring at the book and exclaimed, "It's even a second edition print! This couldn't have been easy to find. Thank you, Kaylee." The smile on his face was priceless; for once in her life, she wished Aaron had filming with his stupid camera. Or at least taken a picture. For a moment she thought Luke was going to raise his good arm to hug her. She was going to step forward, but it was a false alarm. She found herself a little disappointed. "Have you ever read it," she asked. "Nope, actually I haven't. I'll put it on my reading list, though." Aaron, oblivious to what either of them was talking about, piped in, "I saw the movie. Both of them. You know, the old old one, and then the one with Johnny Depp." Kaylee and Luke turned to look at Aaron, as if they forgot he was in the room. Luke blinked. "Um, ok..." Kaylee said, trying her hardest to avoid patronizing him. Aaron turned back around to focus on editing his video. She continued talking to Luke, "Well, I thought you would have been reading when I came in. But here you are, playing video games. Maybe I should have bought you a game instead?" Luke chuckled, "Nah. It's just easier holding the controller than flipping pages with one hand until I heal up a little more. I have to stay frozen in this one position, though." With a heartbreaking glance, Kaylee focused her attention on his arm in the sling. She felt so sorry for him. "Does it hurt?" "Only when I forget I'm wearing it and bang it on the door jam." He shook his head a little, flashing the smallest of smiles, "I did it twice today alone." Kaylee gave a nervous giggle, "Oh, you poor thing. I'm so sorry, that's awful." Her cute laugh quickly vanished despite his subtle smile. She managed to cut through the tension in the room successfully, but it still lingered. Like it or not, it was time to clear the air. Kaylee asked him with a serious tone, "Luke, I'm sorry, and I want you to know I had no idea this happened to you. Why didn't you tell me, or send me a text or something?" The moment the sentence was out of her mouth, she wished she could have taken it back. Luke threw her a look she had never seen before; it was one of disdain, cocking his head to the side and raising his eyebrows as if he couldn't believe she asked something so unintelligent. Even throughout all of their study questions, no matter how stupid the questions she asked, Luke had never looked at her like that. It stung. Of course he wouldn't have texted her. Wasn't it obvious? He thought Bradley jumped him. Who in their right mind would text the girlfriend of the guy that just beat him up? Kaylee felt like she was walking on eggshells, and didn't want to upset Luke any more than he already was. "Luke, I know you think it was Bradley. He told me he didn't do it. I mean, did you actually see whoever did this?" He looked at her as if she was crazy. "Of course I *saw who did this,*" he said bitterly. "It was Bradley, your *boyfriend*." He made sure to emphasize boyfriend as much as he could; Kaylee flinched. Kaylee couldn't seem to accept it as an answer, "Are you sure? Maybe you were sucker punched and you never saw who did it, or you hit your head, or..." Cutting her off, Luke leaned forward and told her, raising his voice with each word, "Stop, Kaylee. I said it once; I'm only going to say this one last time. No, I wasn't ambushed." He pointed at his face, "Do you see my black eye? Think about it; he didn't punch the back of my head, he punched me twice in the face when I was looking right at him. Yes, I saw his face. I heard his voice. I felt his fist. I smelled his stink. What do you want me to say?" She'd never seen Luke so upset before, and never heard him talk like that to her, or to anyone. Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. "Luke, please! Don't talk to me like that, please! I mean, I'm stuck in the middle here. What am I supposed to do? I'm supposed to be his girlfriend, I can't just not believe him if he tells me it wasn't him, whether or not I have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind! I mean, what am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to do" she asked, throwing her arms up in the air. Luke sighed, "Look, I'm sorry for overreacting. I understand the position you're in, and I know he is your boyfriend. I'm really not trying to put you in the middle." Luke shifted in his chair, "But if you don't believe what I'm saying, that means you think I'm lying." It was obvious how disappointed Luke was when he added, "If you think I'm lying, maybe you should go." The tears in the corner of her eyes were getting thicker; one of them managed to escape, trickling down the side of her cheek. "Luke, please; don't do this," she squeaked out, wiping away the single tear and trying hard to maintain her composure. She couldn't believe how much she was hurting at Luke's reaction to her -- the scary part was no one else had made her cry the way that he had. Not Bradley, not any of her other boyfriends, not even her parents. "Luke," Aaron whispered, as if Kaylee couldn't hear him somehow. "Just show her," he quietly told him, nodding towards the screen and sliding his chair to the side so Kaylee could see the computer screen as he hit the play button: *"I'd like to say we're even, but that's just the beginning," Bradley said through gritted teeth. His fists were clenched, ready for action; he hovered over Luke like a prizefighter.* *"What's your problem," Luke wheezed out, slowly getting back up on his feet.* "Aaron! What the hell are you doing, turn that off," Luke exclaimed as the video played on the computer, jumping to his feet. Kaylee's jaw dropped. Aaron, startled by Luke's reaction, pounced on the keyboard to stop the video. Kaylee hissed at him, "Don't you dare touch that!" Aaron held his hands up in the air, thoroughly confused. On one hand, Luke was his best friend, and best friends always came first. On the other hand, Kaylee frightened him and his life may have been on the line. Meanwhile, as he tried to figure out what to do, the video continued to play: *"Stay away from Kaylee, got it?"* *Bradley kicked his chest before Luke could stand, knocking him down again. "If I see you try to kiss her again, or touch her, or look at her cross-eyed, I'll kick your ass. Midterms are over, so stay away from her."* Kaylee watched with shock as Luke grunted on the video, clearly in pain and doubled over, holding his elbow*.* That explained the sling. "Fine," Luke snapped at Kaylee and Aaron, his face red. "If you both want to watch me get my ass kicked again, then screw you both. Don't expect me to wait around while you two watch." Luke stormed out of his room. "Luke, stop! Don't go!" Kaylee turned around to try and stop Luke, but he was too fast. She was torn between chasing after Luke and finishing the video. She heard the front door slam. She started to chase after him until she heard Bradley's cruel voice taunting Luke. *"You think just because you gave her a few study lessons, she actually wants you?"* *Luke replied, groaning through the pain, "It's irrelevant what I want. I have no chance with her, I understand that. But I've seen the way you treat her. Don't act like you care about her."* Kaylee was amazed at his sheer defiance, especially against someone so much bigger and stronger than he was. Her stomach turned, realizing what was going to happen to Luke, and she was powerless to stop the matter of the past. *"You take her for granted. If Kaylee were mine, I'd treat her like a princess. She'll never be, I know, but she deserves someone much better than you, Brad. All you're doing is stepping on a beautiful, precious flower that you refuse to nurture and allow to bloom. She's like a radiant, beautiful angel that for some reason came down from heaven to be here, but you don't see that."* Kaylee gasped, right up until she saw the sneer crawl across Bradley's face; she'd seen it many times, but it was probably more intense than she'd seen it before. What she hadn't seen before was the look of fury in Luke's eyes. It was obvious that whatever physical altercation between the two that had worked up to this moment was far from over. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw Luke -- the same passive, reluctant Luke that she thought she knew -- dive for Bradley's knees. After a few thrown punches by Bradley and a kick to the groin by Luke, the scuffle had ended just as quickly as it had started. *"Holy shit," Aaron exclaimed from behind the camera as he ran towards Luke while the visual picture tumbled out of focus just before the camera turned off.* "Holy shit," Kaylee exclaimed. A radiant angel? A precious flower? Nurtured and allowed to bloom? She could feel her body shaking; she couldn't recall another time in her life when so many emotions swirled through her head. She felt an intense rage towards Bradley and an incredible guilt over Luke. But aside her remorse, she also saw Luke in a new light; she witnessed a side of Luke that she had never realized existed. He had a backbone, evident by the way he stood up to a bully much bigger and stronger than he was. He had confidence, much like David must have had against Goliath. However, what stood out most of all were the words flowing out of his mouth in the same way a poet might have weaved a poem; words that came from his heart that she was never meant to hear. Each word of beauty and admiration he spoke was purely about Kaylee. She thought she was going to cry, but she was still too stunned for any type of reaction. Her first instinct was to call Bradley and chew his ass out, which was quickly overridden by an intense desire to skip the phone and drive over there in person so she could beat the living shit out of him. On the flipside, Kaylee wanted to bolt out of Luke's room and chase him down to beg for his forgiveness. She wasn't sure she could do that; she was scared to face him after doubting his story. She cursed, realizing too late she should have listened to that nagging feeling in the back of her head. What good was it that the only reason she now believed him was because she saw the proof displayed before her very eyes on the computer screen? She missed her chance. Aaron was still frozen in place; his hands hovered a foot above the keyboard, not wanting to make any sudden movements, much like helpless prey stalked by a hungry predator. Her hand went up to her forehead. "Holy shit," she said again. "Um, I think you already said that," Aaron said meekly. Kaylee, having forgotten Aaron was in the room and now alerted to his presence, threw him a dirty look. Aaron cringed, attempting to slide his chair back subtly but only succeeding in accidentally bumping it into the wall. She needed to clear her head; she wasn't in a condition to chase either Bradley or Luke. Faith showed up outside Luke's door, looking inside. "What's going on," she asked. Kaylee didn't respond. Aaron made eye contact with Faith, but he didn't dare say another word if he could help it, not even to her. "Aaron, do you have other clips of Luke? I want to see them," she tried to said calmly, brushing a strand of golden hair out of her face. Aaron stuttered, unable to form even a complete word. Kaylee shrieked, "WELL?" Startled, Aaron pounced on his keyboard. "Y-yea, I have a few clips; hold on, hold on..." Never before had he typed on the computer and moved the mouse so quickly. "Ok, here's one," he said, clicking play: *"Aaron, put that thing away. I'm trying to study," Luke said.* *Aaron replied, "Come on, say something. Say anything! How was she when she was talking to you?"* *"She was kind of a snot, actually."* Kaylee's bottom lip began to quiver when she heard Luke call her a snot, least of all in such a nonchalant manner. She'd been called worse by friends and rivals alike, but with Luke, somehow it was different. It seemed to hurt more. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't. Ok, she admitted it probably was, but it still hurt. *"Dude, we're talking about Kaylee. Everyone knows that; that's not the point. What did she say? What did she do? What was she wearing?"* Aaron looked down at his lap and scratched the back of his head, refusing to look up as his insensitive words on the video reached Kaylee's ears. Kaylee didn't react, but Faith, still standing in the doorway, glared at Aaron. Kaylee was a little relieved, however, when she saw that bashful grin surface on Luke's face, despite his obvious resistance. She bit her lip as she heard Luke say: *"She unbuttoned her blouse a notch. It was buttoned all the way up the entire day. But when she approached me, she had one button undone. I think she was trying to add incentive for me to agree to tutor her. You have no idea how hard it was to be polite and not stare. It took everything I had."* Kaylee's could feel her face turning red; the temperature of the room must have quickly risen. She had no idea until now that Luke *really did* notice her ploy to seduce and trick him into helping her with her math. How did Luke know? He seemed so clueless at so many things, and at the time she pitied him for it. But he knew all along what she was up to. It was really a rotten thing to do, and she knew it. So why was she unable to resist the slight upward curve of her lips, thinking about Luke's every effort to use all of his mental powers in an attempt to resist her charm, and why didn't she feel guilty? *"Screw that, man. If she was opening them up to you, no need to be a gentleman. Right, bro?"* Aaron closed his eyes and scrunched his nose, as if trying to brace himself from an inevitable punch to the face. *"Ok, you want the truth? She's not the same as she was back in elementary school. I guess time changes people. Still, there's something about her I can't put my finger on. She puts on a front like she has it all figured out, but I sense some kind of insecurity in her. That's probably why she comes across as a spoiled brat -- she chooses to be one. I feel sorry for her."* Elementary school? She gasped, remembering her little scraggly-haired friend back in the first grade. How had she forgotten about that? Kaylee and Luke. Friends once upon a time, long ago. She felt so guilty for not remembering! Luke, on the other hand; he remembered her completely. And it was as if he could read her like a book; she obviously had changed, and not for the better. The Luke on the video almost scared her; it was like he knew her better than she knew herself. She didn't like admitting it, and would never admit it to anyone but herself, but he was right. She was spoiled, and she chose to be spoiled. But that didn't mean his words didn't sting her. They did. They stung her deep. *"But she's absolutely gorgeous. I've never seen a smile like hers -- ever. I mean, when she wants to, she can brighten up a room. I'm telling you, Aaron, she might even be the most beautiful girl in the world. Hey, I said put that thing down. You're not actually filming this, are you?"* *"No, of course not," Aaron said.* The screen went blank, snapping Kaylee back to reality. She had never felt so cherished before this moment in her entire life, not even from her own parents. She smiled at Luke's ignorance to the camera and his beautiful, honest confession. Her heart fluttered as she recalled his sweet, sincere words. The most beautiful girl in the world? For a moment she considered asking Aaron to play that part, over and over. She would have, if her burning desire to see the rest of the footage and understand more about Luke didn't override her tender and soft spots. Aaron didn't even bother looking up. "More," Kaylee snapped with an angry voice, stifling her smile. "Kaylee, I..." "Did I *stutter*?" Aaron sighed, "This is the last one I have." As Aaron pressed play, the first thing Kaylee noticed was Luke rolling his eyes. She giggled; it wasn't often she saw him do anything like that, or anything else that a typical teenager would do. Her own eyes glossed over as she listened to him speak: *"It's not like that. She wouldn't give me the time of day if I asked to kiss her high heels. Don't get me wrong, though, she's a nice girl. She's a lot different than I thought she'd be. She puts up a front so she can be one of the popular girls, but she's kind and giving and compassionate. Kaylee's really a sweetheart."* *Aaron asked, "Then why is she with that douchebag, Brad, over there*?" The camera zoomed in on the large senior on the other side of the courtyard with his arm draped around Kaylee. Aaron panned the camera back to Luke, capturing the disappointed look on his face as he watched Bradley and Kaylee together. Her hand reached up to her wide open mouth when the camera panned on a dejected and heartbroken Luke. He was longing for her, and she didn't even notice. She had no idea! She felt her heart breaking. As Kaylee watched herself laughing on video, holding and hugging Bradley in celebration of her victory over her midterms, she felt so awful that she almost told Aaron to turn it off; she didn't think she could take much more. Kaylee didn't know why it never occurred to her before, but the realization hit her hard: She should have been celebrating with Luke instead. If it wasn't for Luke, she wouldn't have a reason to celebrate. She heard a sniffling sound behind her; was Faith misting up, too? Kaylee practically froze as she heard Luke tell Aaron: *"Dude, I hate being the one to tell you, but you know she's using you. Right?"* *Luke delayed his response, but nodded, "Maybe. You're probably right. I know at first she started out using me, and that's fine, but I just can't quite tell if she was or not at the end. She probably was, but only subconsciously at least. I mean, she definitely reciprocated, buying me clothes and taking me to the gym. The human mind can be a tricky thing. Did I tell you she apologized to me once?"* *Aaron was shocked, "Really? For what?"* *Luke smiled, "Long story."* "I never used...," Kaylee squeaked out loud before her voice choked up. "How could he think...?" As the video faded to black, Aaron quickly told Kaylee, before she could yell at him anymore, "That's everything." For a moment, she paced back and forth in the room. Her hands went up to her head as if she had a headache, but in reality she was trying to process everything she had just seen. Bradley wasn't who she thought he was, and Luke certainly wasn't who she thought he was either. Both for very completely different reasons. Faith was stunned, too, but she seemed concerned for Kaylee. "Kaylee, are... are you ok?" That was enough to snap Kaylee out of it. Looking at Faith, she asked, "Faith, where did he go? I have to find him and talk to him." Faith shrugged, "I don't know, try the library? Or maybe he just went out to take a walk to cool down?" Kaylee bolted out of the room and out of the house. "Um, Kaylee, do you need help," Faith asked, but Kaylee was already gone. "What just happened," a stunned Aaron asked Faith. "I mean..., Kaylee? Luke? Does she really feel for him, like..., you know..." Just as shocked as Aaron, Faith tried to find the right words to say, "I...wow, I knew he had the hots for Kaylee, but I had no idea anything like that! No wonder he took off as fast as he did." Aaron shook his head, turning back to the screen and sarcastically muttering under his breath, "That went well."

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Title: Poetry for LIberation by D(A)rkWolfi(E) Tags: Angst \*\*\*\*this is just some poetry i thought of, not yiff, not a story, i hope no one gets pissed that i am using this as a place to put my poetry. meh, i doubt it. this poetry may not be that good, its just off the top of my head. so enjoy (A)//(E) peace\*\*\*\* the light came shooting into my mind waking me up inside from the moment we are thrown into this world we are taught whats right and wrong gays are bad furs are weard anarchy cant work peace is wrong god and country is the only way these tears are nothing their narrow minds won't sway animals must die human superiority is the only way i choose not to eat their flesh or wear the skin of my breathrin we are all animals would you eat your dog, or wear the skin of your brother mindlessly consuming we walk into the malls corporate america tells us how we should look lies are posted all over the walls corporate america blinds us from the truth fast food kills the government lies can you see the sad eyes of the child starving in a far off land or an animal crying in pain as its hung upside down its throat is slit blood spills over till the animal no longer moves put upon your plate for a nice price in the name of convenience we consume the murder you dont see cuz you choose to ignore these atrocities this is for liberation liberation of our hearts and minds of our love and sexualities of our right to think for ourselves and live our own fucking lives she wakes up in the morning to the mirror that stares back at her she sees an ugly mess she thinks herself to be ugly that is what she was told as a girl she saw it on tv all the pretty plastic modules wearing there plastic smiles if you dont smile and wear your make up how will you ever look good enough for your man buying into the lies she isnt good enough to be loved so she put on make up choking on fingers she's now pretty enough to be loved but she cant love herself taught from the beggining that inteligence is bad as long as you smile and look pretty for your man nothing else matters you'll get married and have kids who in turn will perpetuate this cycle of ignorace this cycle of mundane darkness she smiles in the dark where no one can see her in her mind she looks fat not good enough for anyone so she chokes on fingers and plasters on her colorful mask brake this cycle women's liberation femenism isnt just for women unity of the sexes is the only way as long as one is opressed no one is free this is for liberation human freedom animal rights one struggle one fight this is for liberation you may think my dreams are unrealistic you may think what can one person do to go vegitarian or vegan to reject the mainstream to reject what they tell you how can one person make a different you may think i'm waisting my time but it isnt about one person, its a unified struggle for freedom and liberation this isnt right this isnt fair caught in thin air floating on a cloud of pain held in a dark hand the heart of a fox dripping from the scientist's hand blood all around the cost of progress this isnt right the cruelty must end animal liberation you wear your make up eat your bloody flesh wear your fur coats leather studded belts not even once questioning where it came from look beyond what they tell you reject the things they say the lies they've forcefed to you from the day we are thrown into this life we are taught whats right and wrong cant you hear the frustration blaring in this song we must push forth i can only see a better world built from the ashes of this one this is for liberation liberation of the mind and heart liberation of the sexes liberation of the animals i see it everyday another ad i wont buy your shit just cuz i'm gay i'm sick of this you feed us shit i dont need your face cream or new clothes fuck your greed and money your capitilist system makes me want to vomit i see you ever day marketing towards the gays perpetuating the gay steriotypes fuck your ideas of what we should be then i see so many buying it the straights think we're a bunch of queens becuase thats all they see i detest fashion i dont understand this gays dont even question it though so many do but the media chooses not to show us the ones who care the mainstream only sees another flaming queer major companies show open mindedness we dont see that their suport of gay pride is just a farce a mask to cover their greed its all based on money so many know this but do nothing appathy is the enemy this is for liberation no more greed no more bombs no more death no more cruelty every day i see this the filth in this world you may say that my dreams of unity and peace are unrealistic well i say the curent way you live your life is detrimental to the enviorment what do you want to leave your children and the generations to come do you want to be the problem or the solution these words flow from my paws for liberation i dont want to hear another animal cry or see another child starve or another innocent person die in a war that makes no sence this fight is long and this struggle is difficult i dont want to live in a world wear possesions matter and people dont i dont want to be just another angry teen i have a cause a reason to fight i need a reason to resisist like i need a heartbeat in my chest this is for liberation liberation of our hearts and minds of our love and sexualities of our right to think for ourselves and live our own fucking lives \*\*\*\*well that is that. please comment and tell me what you think, wheather you agree or not i want some feed back. i think this is the longest liberation poem i've ever done. well see ya furs. (A)//(E) & PEACE (i hope no one gets mad that this has nothing to do with the content on this site. i was on this site then sudenly i wanted to right some poetry and this is what happened 5 minutes later, haha. sometimes i just get the urge to write. maybe its from listening to Conflict for 2 hourse in a row. well laters) i'm kinda thinking of what to write for gutter punks prt. 3, i think that will be the last one. i think i'll post some stricly yiff oriented stories soon, while i think of stuff for gutter punks 3, hehe, well laters all. love & peace

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Title: Frank Talk About Erotica Education Tags: half lidded, making hot, part life, man fuck, sex Quick Erotica Sex Ed Everyone who reads these fantasies needs to understand that the majority of people have actually acted out some of their fantasies. My belief is a fantasy is just that, something that excites the mind increasing the pleasure of the sensual experience with your partner, lover or mate. Most are taboo and that is what makes them so exciting. Many do not know the brain is the most sensitive, erotic organ we own. In your mind you can do anything with anyone without repercussions. Once you decide to take that step to make them real, be ready, accept the consequence of your actions. Be ready, have a plan if you are uncomfortable with the situation get the hell out of it. Do not hurt yourself or anyone else if this is really not something you are 100% comfortable with. We can all sit and say "yeah man I could fuck anyone in front of my mate without a doubt." Be sure you mean it, when it comes time and you decided that is exactly what you are going to do, and your mate walks out? What then? How do fix this? I have no answers my friend, haven't been in that situation and will never put myself in any situation I am not 100% sure of. \~\~\~Keep reading it gets better\~\~\~ People that write about true stories of a pedophile are just some sick fuckers! I read a few that turn my stomach, no sex with kid's period not even a portion of fantasy. Fantasy is erotica, passionate, sensual, and exciting! Having sex with a ten y/o kid is a perversion very different from erotica. If you feel, you want to have sex with a child I suggest you seek professional help before your ass ends up in jail. Now wearing pigtails and calling your mate or lover "daddy" is not sick, which is two adults playing around notice I say "adults" consenting and mutual role-playing fantasy. Right now some of you may be confused as to the difference. How can it be fantasy and erotica when an adult play the "child" part, does it not mean the perversion exists . . . no I do not think so. All those things we wanted to do as teens, but had the sense enough not to do can be role-played in adult life. When sex is safer, you know how to protect yourself. Sex when a teen is more impulsive and not sensual or erotic, it is just sex lasting little more than fifteen minutes if you are lucky and he can find the right hole. It is fumbling and new. Both are apprehensive, as adults we know what we want, what we like, kids are only beginning to hit the tip of the ice burg. \~\~\~Here starts the good shit\~\~\~ Ever been in the most sensual seduction of the senses with one man/woman \*insert what does it for you here\*? There is usually one common factor "caring." Caring about your partner makes the world of difference. If it didn't, it would not be a good seduction that lasts. Ok men, are you understanding this? We may fuck your brains out, but if you don't care about us and show us tenderness, erotic seduction and pleasure you are just a fuck and we know it. But show us those and you must care for us a little. If you don't then you are in for a rude awakening when you never call again. I have heard stories of women hunting men down. That has never been my style, hunt a man down? Get the fuck outta here I do not go looking for someone who is not looking for me. Ok ladies did you get that part. If he is following some fantasy know your role and know that it just may be a one time bang in the bed and don't go looking for love because it sure as shit isn't going to be there. Know what turns you on, and talk about it. There is nothing sadder than hearing couples not talk about fantasies with each other. If you feel that uncomfortable then you need help or you are with the wrong person. Most would tell you that they are married, and sex is only a small part of life. WRONG! Sexuality is a big part of your life when married, giving of oneself and not using sex as a weapon, with holding or infidelity. My views are if we were all more open in our sex life with partners we would not have the high infidelity rate or the high divorce rate caused by cheating. Women listen up quit being so repressed. We need sex as much as men. If you are complaining, "my man doesn't go down on me," you need to figure out why and try something new to get him too even if you have to cover your snatch with peanut butter. "He doesn't know how to finger me," well hell's bell's women show him. Make a night of you two masturbating in front of each other show him exactly what you like and how. In turn he will do the same, besides learning it is one hell of a turn on if you decide to talk and tease each other. Nothing wrong with asking him if he likes what he sees, and definitely nothing wrong with reaching an orgasm and screaming out "I am going to come all over the place!" Women who don't give head totally blow my mind. Here is a trick; the first couple times do it right after you eat a peppermint. It goes down smoothly and no choking or gagging involved. Don't focus on the come, a focus on the pleasure your man is getting from it. If done correctly your man and you will get pleasure from the experience. Hell, I tend to orgasm so hard from giving head without stimulation from the feel of him. Don't forget to massage or lick his sack, some men like it others don't you won't know unless you try it. The control and power you have right there in your mouth and in your hands. Go for it; make him scream your name to where he damn near sucks the bed sheet up his ass! In your mind you know you are saying, "Who's your mama!" Men, touching your woman--Please don't take this wrong yeah we love our breast massaged, our nipples licked, our pussy licked, touched and caressed, but from above the breast can be just as erotic to us. Making sensual love to us is like stroking your new car. Look at us stroke and caress our face, neck, and collarbone, even our hair telling us with your eyes how much you desire us. If you are brave enough tell us what you want to do to us and why, and how it turns you on to see us tremble, quiver, and shudder beneath you. Suckle our bottom lip into your mouth like you would our nipples, moan a little, and enjoy the feel of our soft skin against yours. This will get you one hot lady and a night of passionate love making, or she could be so hot you get raw nasty sex. Like I said whatever does it for you. Dirty or Nasty talking, how to approach it with your partner? If you are open and honest about your sexuality, he or she already knows your likes and dislikes. If not then you should rent a movie with what you like to hear, make comments during the movie of what makes you hot. Something along the lines "How do you feel about the way she talks, or he talks? It turns me on to think of you doing that to me." Never and I mean never unless you know your partner will not take it the wrong way say "She/He is turning me on," always cover your ass by saying "that turns me on to think of you and me doing it." Reading stories, fantasies, and forum magazine in bed to one, another can lead to a stimulating and erotic evening. You may even want to try to write out a fantasy of your own to share with your mate. You never know where it might lead. Don't be afraid to ask questions, even if you know you would never live out your fantasy that is ok. That is what fantasies are about, but asking your woman if she ever thought of being with another is fine. The same with men, asking him if he ever thought of being with a man. The mind doesn't cheat, the body does and keeping them separate is the key to unlocking the joys of sex, and art of making love to suit each other. Ever shower together? What an erotic experience that could be, give it a try and find out if it is. Water and sex go well together, a hot tub, spa, pool all are excellent and exciting ideas. Women - Surprising your lover is one of the hottest acts you could do. Imagine if you will your man lying there, he drifted off to sleep while watching some show. You both were making hot sweaty love earlier, he pumped you full of his seed and your crotch is aching to feel it just one more time. But you must pay homage to the magnificent cock that has pleased you so well. Snuggle close and begin stroking him while he is sleeping. If he doesn't respond right away don't be alarmed. Most men sleep with their hands near or on their cock for fear of the cock monster taking it away in their sleep (big grin). Stroke him slowly for a few minutes; if he starts to wake then you stop stroking. Get him a little bit hard, slide down under the sheet and begin licking and sucking his cock. He will harden quickly, his eyes will open and a pleased shocked look will light up his face. He is in that foggy half sleep stage where raw passion is born, the half lidded erotic zone I call it. He will say and do what his passion wants, you may hear things you never expected. He may touch you in a way he never has before. Go with the flow and enjoy it. Men- women are the same way. Wake her gently stroking her clit, watch as she easily opens her legs for you. If she stirs then stop, waiting until you have play enough for her to be very wet. The rest is up to you, crawl between her legs and begin to suckle your lover awake. If you prefer to finger her clit and suck her nipples then by all means don't stop, she will respond with the most unbelievable lust that you have seen. She will either ride your face, hand, or push you over and mount you riding until she is screaming with orgasm. Again this is the half lidded erotic state somewhere between full alertness and sleep. It brings out the wanton female in women who enjoys sex. This is all interchangeable M/M, F/F, and M/F relations

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Title: Sierra by Hammerstroke Tags: Fantasy, Leopard, M/F, Skunk, Violence (Not In Yiff), Vixen "You can't get enough of his black ass, can you?" -Gary. Survival Instinct: Sierra ========== by [Hammerstroke](%5C) --- It wasn't that Sierra actually enjoyed hitting corpses with her shovel - more that she found the sound intriguing. Over time the vixen had come to realize that it didn't sound like hitting a corpse at all, but rather a sandbag. With bones. And blood. If the corpse was lying down or she could get enough leverage Sierra would use the razor edges instead of the flat side, and those went through like a scalpel through flesh, predictably, providing that there weren't any defects in the shovel. This time, the shovel wasn't sliding out nearly as easily. Sierra pulled. No luck. "Oh, no, c'mon, don't do this to me," she prayed, and braced herself against the body, pulled harder. Talk about intriguing sounds, she'd never heard a shovel shatter inside flesh before being sucked out, creating a veritable flesh vacuum and a disturbing slorp! "Aw, fuck," Sierra cursed, wiping the sweat off her brow.. Gary looked over. "What now?" His fur was slick with grease. She studied him for a second before explaining, "My shovel's broken." She sighed, and held her weapon high; what few rays of sun there were glinted off the shattered head. Bits of broken skull fell to the ground by her feet. "So?" Sierra flipped him off. Alex spoke up. "Don't get her started, Gary." "It's a shovel!" "It's *her* shovel," Alex corrected. Sierra ignored them and turned to the corpse lying at her paws. Bludgeoned, missing a limb here and there. Stank, but what else was new? Lying there, deceptively still - she wouldn't dare believe it, but it hadn't moved yet. Almost mocking her, playing at the fact that it didn't have to see another sunrise over a helpless situation, even if it was partly the corpse's fault. Its fault... A sudden fury coursed through her arteries, the thumping of war drums matching her heartbeat. The shovel fell to the ground with a ***CLANG*** ; she barely heard it. " ***Mother*** -" she snarled, and kicked the body in the ribs, once, twice, again, with her good leg's paw. Each kick left a new bone sticking out of the monster's chest, and once a sliver of steel shooting out the other side, remnants of her shovel. Sierra panted, and fell to her knees, wiping sweat from her forehead. The humidity was worse than the blood, as far as she could figure. It was almost as bad as the smell. She heard Alex walking towards her, bringing her out of her fantasy and, momentarily, into another, one fairly more erotic. "You okay?" he asked. She turned and slumped, didn't answer, watching her fantasy float away. Harsh reality time again. "We should head for that ridge," Alex pointed out. His voice was deep and rough. "Higher ground..." He looked skyward. "...and maybe some cover." It looked like rain: just what Sierra needed in this abysmal humidity. Well, okay, that was a little harsh. The first little patters swept about them, little more than a drizzle. In fact, as the flecks of blood dripped clean off her face they took little flecks of heat with them, and despite the blackening cloud cover Sierra turned to the sky and spread her arms, embracing a little bit of nature in this freak world - ***CRACKboom*** Sierra scowled. Today just was not her day; perhaps tomorrow. She looked back at the other two, only in time to watch Gary's spotted backside (the part his so-called coveralls, tattered and torn, didn't cover) fade around a corner. Alex stopped and turned around, waiting for her with look of impatience. She knew they should head for higher ground. She had more experience needing higher ground than the two of them put together ... not that that was something to be proud of, she supposed, but she was stronger for it, one of the reasons she hadn't simply given up and died like the rest of 'em, or worse. "Hurry up." It wasn't an order, but it wasn't a suggestion either. Sierra pouted. Her legs and especially her paw hurt from her most recent corpse thrashing. Alex sighed, dramatically, something she saw more than heard. It was turning into full fledged rain, and soon it would be a storm. More lightning off in the distance. He spread his arms like she had, but... No smile on his muzzle. "You want to get stuck out in this?" ***CRACKboom*** "You want to get stuck in that?" He pointed. Sexy voice, even when he was verging on angry. His black fur shined in the lightning, highlighting his strong, healthy body. *I'll give you something to get stuck in*, she thought idly, but all that passed her muzzle was a faint, "Yeah, I know..." The vixen's fur was getting soaked again, anyways. *Maybe some shelter would be nice after all*. Of course, that would mean flushing out fleshies first. Gary was waiting for them, some thirty feet from what looked like something that could've been a house some long time ago. Scorch marks raced out from a window and up the roof. Most of the siding was soot black. And it looked like there might have once been a balcony where there remained only splintered timbers. Hell, the fact that it was still standing at all was something to thankful for. And this was the safest looking building around? Sierra figured this was asking for trouble. Alex tightened his grip on the blackened barrel of his dearest. Lightning arced behind the structure, throwing it and them into shadow, followed quickly by deafening thunder rolling along the barren ridge. More rain. As they approached the door, Gary and Sierra wordlessly stepped back, leaving the ripped black skunk to do his thing. It was quiet and dark inside the house: the only sound came from the thunder and the patter of rain on the roof; the only light came from the lightning flaring up every few moments. Nothing moved, but something bumped against the door. "Must be locked," floated in through the wood. Another bump, this one louder. Then there was a loud burst, a flurry of splinters as Alex kicked the door off its hinges, sent it tumbling inwards. The skunk massaged the trigger of his shotgun and slowly stepped in. The trio was thrown into darkness. Alex molded in so well with the black that even Sierra's vixen eyes had trouble following him - a black shadow on black shadows. Beside her Gary's glowing eyes floated at head height, seemingly without a body. The house smelled of burnt carpet, plastic, charcoal, flesh. No matter how often she smelled it, burnt flesh was nauseating. The skunk sighed and clicked on his flashlight. The beam was dim, old, tired. With it Alex could only light up the areas right in front of them; the darkness suddenly became a black fog with about a five foot visibility. "Fuck it," he growled, clicking it off, and Sierra wondered where the hell they'd find new batteries. He motioned them forward through the landing. Two staircases: they appeared to lead to the top floor and the basement. With the black skunk leading they chose the lower stairs, each creaking uncertainly under their weight: Alex was the heaviest; if he didn't fall in then they ought to be fine. The stairs numbered six but felt like a hundred. Sierra felt her heart hammering by the time she set paw on burnt concrete. She wiped her forehead, she felt grimy and sweaty. It didn't help that every second step had threatened to make her lose her balance. And the hot humidity had never really gone away either. Through the den, around the corner, into the storage room. Nothing here either, except a shattered television and half a fold out couch - the good part. "Call it," Gary whispered before Sierra could react. She scowled. It was a dead end, and Alex decided there was nothing dangerous in here - aside from themselves, of course - and they backtracked. Through the den, down a hall. Alex, for being a massively built animal, tread lighter than the rest of them, and certainly quieter than Gary - Gary's leopard claws had cut through the toes of his boots and scratched the concrete floor with every step, which made no sense, she figured, since leopards usually hunted with stealth. But there he went, making more noise than she. Sierra had never really gotten used to that, either - they ought to be proud of the fact that they were still alive, still even able to make noise, but no matter where she went it seemed like Sierra was forced to hide and shut up. It was disorienting. But, thankfully, through the quiet, they heard it - shallow, ragged breathing. Alex cocked his shotgun, braced his arms, and kicked the next door in. Nothing. No, wait. It reeked in there. Alex, although he hid it very well, was having trouble breathing too - Sierra could tell. Flesh was decaying in the room. He waited three feet away from the door for a few moments till he was sure nothing was going to come charging out at them. What ever it else may have been, it was immobile. "Grab my flashlight, Sierra." His paws were full. The light clicked on, and it fell on a corpse in the corner. The thing was absolutely rotten. Rusted blood covered most of its body; it was missing large patches of fur, here and there, and where there was fur it was stained. It also happened to be missing a hind limb. Alex's finger rested on the trigger as they watched, silent. Once the creature noticed them it hissed and tried to roll over but its remaining limbs seemed broken. It scratched pathetically at the concrete, trying desperately to reach them. Alex apparently decided the thing was not going to eat them in the next few moments and lowered the shotgun slightly. "That's ... Fuck, I'm gonna be sick," Gary muttered, turning around and dry-heaving into a corner. Sierra ignored him. "It's ... it's a dog, I think." True that: the thing appeared to once have been a canine of some sort, at least, though now its features were distorted and grotesque. The dog's fangs were elongated and razor sharp, at least nine inches each and protruding at slightly odd angles; its eyes had turned to red slits. It hadn't had any meat in weeks, perhaps: its stomach was non-existent and its ribs were pressing so hard against its skin that they threatened to tear slits across its chest. And, Sierra noted, though she made no mention of it, it appeared to have had its genitals shot off. She winced, and closed her eyes. She heard Alex tread into the room. "No! Alex ... I mean, let me." He looked at her, and though black on black she was sure he was raising an eyebrow. "Why?" She looked at her boots. "I need to give my shovel a proper burial," she mumbled. Alex growled. "This isn't something to joke about, Sierra. This *thing*," he spat, turning back to it, "isn't a trophy kill. You don't hesitate, you shoot it!" And he raised the shotgun. "Wait! It's ... uh ... a waste of ammo!" Alex sighed, and stood aside. Sierra stepped foot inside the room; like the creature locked inside, its walls were stained with blood, and even the ceiling stank. "Hold these." Sierra passed the skunk her bag and the lamp. She reached for her shovel and raised it above the monster's head, with its sharp, shattered edge gleaming feebly in the weakening flashlight. With a snarl she drove the blade through the likely fractured skull. Instantly the creature stopped writhing and reaching for them. Sierra pushed harder, digging it as deep as she could, then let go slowly, making sure her dead warrior could stand upright. "Boo-hoo," she heard Gary mimic; she fingered him over her shoulder. She did blink away a sudden wetness... A long history. It was a moment before she noticed that the flashlight had died as well. --- The basement seemed now empty, besides the trio. With Alex once more in the lead they ventured upstairs, although with no more confidence than before. As he stuck his head above the floor Alex aimed his shotgun and looked around. There was no more ragged breathing, no thump-thump-thump of bloodied stump legs rushing across the blackened floor at them. Such a shame. They found some food in the cupboards (they'd long since learned not to touch fridges without power,) and a couple of un-burnt cushions; Alex had since gone down and propped the door back up, and with Sierra's help they braced some furniture between it and the stairs. "You still want that half-a-couch downstairs, Gary?" Sierra joked, sweating from the heavy lifting, dropping the last of the cushions on the living room floor. Alex left to explore some more. The leopard shook his head and resumed cleaning his wrench. A lifetime ago, Gary had once been a vehicle mechanic, even though Sierra could barely remember a lifetime ago. His skills had yet to come in handy but, as he often insisted, "You guys'll need me the moment we find an Ape or something." Yeah, useless so far, though she understood the wrench. It was her shovel, but it wasn't Alex's shotgun. Shovels and wrenches weren't really made for defense but theirs had risen spectacularly to the challenge, her shovel perhaps more so than his wrench, due to a longer reach. Of course, he still had his wrench. And Alex still had his shotgun, though his ammunition was probably running low. "Hey, Alex. You find anything?" He had returned from the bathroom. "Not much, mostly just a lot of pills. These people were quite the poppers. I can't even pronounce half of them." He stared at a couple of the labels, shook his head, "But, I found these!" He held up three little bars of soap. Normal, everyday soap, probably cheap stuff, too. White gold. Sierra stared, a little dreamy-eyed, but before she could open her muzzle Gary cried, "Call it!" " ***Fuck!***" she shrieked, and felt suddenly like throwing something at him. He snickered and gave her the finger, walking over and grabbing a bar from Alex. "Please, tell me there's water." Sierra leaned close, trying to ignore the storm outside. Alex nodded, the beginnings of a grin forming. "Yeah, I think we can manage some, though we'll have to boil it first. I'll get a fire going." "It's pouring rain, Alex." "Then I won't try outside, Gary." "Inside?" Sierra was more than slightly skeptical. Alex looked around. "This house can't burn anymore. Besides, what else will we use that for?" he asked, pointing behind her at the living room's fireplace. Sierra blushed. "You need a pot or something?" "That would be nice," he muttered absently, digging through his pockets for his lighter. She sighed. "I'm trying to help, you know," she whispered, though he likely didn't hear. Sierra groaned as she stood, limping over to the kitchen. She grabbed at the blackened drawers and started pulling, finding very little that looked like a pot. Cups ... plates ... silverware... Finally, under the stove, "Success!" She reached for the faucet and turned the knobs. Nothing. "Hey, Alex, are you sure there's water?" "Yeah, I'm sure. You got that pot ready?" "Well, yeah, the pot's ready, but there's no water, Alex. See?" She played with the knobs to show him. ***CRACKboom*** Alex chuckled and pointed outside. "Just leave it out there and it ought to fill up soon enough. It's raining pretty hard and this fire isn't gonna be ready for a bit anyways." Small flames were, however, licking at the tinder. Gary was bouncing with excitement. "Shower, shower, shower, shower..." "Yeah, you should go first, Gar', you fucking stink," Sierra muttered as she placed the pot on the balcony. "I heard that!" "She's right, Gary. You do stink. Worse than I ever could, and that's saying something. And it'll be a bath. Hope you can live with that." Sierra smirked before walking back inside. "What now? Anything else we need to do?" Alex looked away from the small fire he was nursing and looked over her. "Yeah. Come here and watch the fire. I'm taking a nap; wake me up in a couple hours." With that he stood and walked out of the room. Sierra stared. Gary watched him leave then looked at her. The moment Sierra heard Alex shut the door Gary started laughing. Sierra turned towards the fire. "And you want him ... why?" "Fuck you." "I don't see why not," he whispered, standing up, moving over to her. "It must be hard, being you, Sierra. You know why?" "No, Gary, I can't imagine why. Tell me," she groaned, picking at the fire, feeding it bits of already burnt tinder ... it was gonna be a long night. "Because you can't get enough of his black ass, can you? He's always right in front of you, holding that dangerous shotgun of his, his furry, soft tail inches from your face sometimes, and all you get to do is go, 'Sure, Alex,' and, 'No, Alex,' which is probably what he wants anyways." "Uh huh." Sierra rolled her eyes, and kept poking at the kindling. "See, you're a chick, which makes it hard to just go into the bush and relieve yourself. Alex, he feels horny, he just goes into his little room there," he pointed, "and sticks his paw down his pants and a couple minutes of panting and heavy stroking later, BANG!" There was a ***POP!*** in the fireplace: a piece of wood had swelled and exploded. "...he's good to go for a week." Sierra clutched the piece of wood in her paw so tightly she was sure it would give her splinters. Gary was right behind her, all but pressing his body against hers, his paws everywhere it seemed. "How long has it been since you've had a good fuck, Sierra? Licked that delicious, sticky cum off your face? How long has it been since you've had real male meat shoved inside you? Three weeks? A month?" With a growl, Sierra turned around and swung, dropping the piece of wood and making a fist in mid-swing. "Two - " She bashed him in the snout: a sickening crack. "Fuck off!" Sierra shrieked, and shoved him away. His nose started bleeding. Gary was laughing, despite it. He figured eventually she would break down and give in to her natural urges and screw his brains out. Thing was, and hopefully he didn't know it, Sierra feared she would. She took a deep breath and turned back to the fire ... which had died. "Fuck." --- Sierra opened her eyes but didn't see anything. Blind? No, wait, no, it's just really dark. *Where am I?* The house. On the ridge. On the floor in one of the bedrooms. *Ah. There's the smell*. There was gentle shaking for half a second: someone had her by the shoulders and was trying to wake her. "I'm up! I'm up." Alex's voice floated down to her. He smelled clean. "Good. Got your bath all ready for you. The water's still warm, though it won't be for long." *Bath?* "Bath!" She reached out and had him pull her up. Still slightly woozy from lack of decent sleep - the floor wasn't really five-star - she stumbled and limped into the bathroom. A flickering light lit the room - Alex must've found and lit a candle. The room itself was scorched, like much of the rest of the derelict home. Tiles were covered in soot, and the sink seemed to be missing. But there was the tub, whole and intact except for the tiniest of leaks near the base, and full of hot, steamy, mostly clean water. She dropped her clothes like a bitch in heat and damn near leapt in. Instantly her leg felt better, and the grime seemed to wash away. Steam invaded her nostrils. *Hot water... Mmm...* Soap flew. Water splashed. Bubbles bubbled. Dirt washed away, leaving her clean and odorless. Her red fur was now properly red, except for her belly fur, which was of course light pink. She sighed contently, closing her eyes and sliding her body below the surface, her little black nose like a small periscope, and for a brief instant she had a vision of a big, red, furry elephant swimming below the surface. She tried not to giggle. The doorknob rattled; Sierra barely heard it, and barely submerged herself in time as the door opened. Her head broke the surface, and she growled, "Gary, I'm gonna fucking kill you - " It wasn't Gary; Alex wandered in and put a fire-dried towel on the counter, closing the door behind him. "Thanks, Sierra," he sneered, "but you'll have to beat me to it." "Huh?" "Fucking killing Gary." "Oh. I thought you liked him." "What did you do to his nose?" "I punched him." He stared at her, and she suddenly realized how little she was wearing, and sank a little further. Alex scowled. "Jesus Christ, I've seen you more naked than you are now, Sierra. You don't have to hide," he insisted. "Remember back in that swamp?" She did, vividly, but her chin remained submerged. "I could care less anyways." "About me being naked?" That was disappointing. Shook his head, "About Gary. In any case, he's asleep. The leopard passed out and I came in to find the water ice cold and his lips blue. I've got him wrapped up in some slightly burnt blankets beside the fire. Thanks for getting it going." Sierra nodded. The tip of one of her tails broke the surface, a black island in the middle of a soapy ocean. He changed pace. "How's your leg?" She blinked. "It feels better ... hasn't hurt that much today." "Don't lie, I saw you limping earlier." She scowled. "I can handle my own body, thank you very much." "Don't think I'm only trying to pity you, Sierra. I'm trying to get you to open up." The tub was still leaking slowly, surely. Sierra could hear the steady dripping on the tiled floor. She sighed. Much too tired to argue. "My leg is fine," she insisted, wincing while a little shock shot through her knee. "Thanks for asking." Alex threw his paws up in defense. "Whatever. Push away anyone that has even the slightest interest in your well-being. I'm sure it's a great plan." "You're not taking an interest. You're trying to keep from feeling guilty." "Should I really feel guilty for saving your three other limbs?" They sat in silence for a few more moments. Sierra's thoughts floated back to the swamp, where she'd lain, in the mud, covered from head to toe, dizzy from the pain; Alex's eyes trailing down her body when he'd been sure she wasn't looking; his touch, later, even though her leg hurt... She was shivering, suddenly. "Is there any more water ready? It's getting cold." Alex scowled. "I didn't get any refills; hell, you two were asleep when I took my bath!" Even so, he turned and left the room and Sierra heard grunting in the other room. A few moments later the black skunk returned, arms tensed and holding what looked like a very heavy pot full of steaming water. He heaved it onto the edge of the tub; the thing creaked uncertainly. "Back up, I don't want to scald you." Sierra pressed her arms across her chest and slid back. Alex looked at her, his eyes traveling over her body as he poured. Sierra felt her cheeks flush, but didn't look away. She wondered what he was looking at: her fire-orange fur, or perhaps her copper hair with black tips. More likely her breasts, she realized, and blushed, though she made no attempt to cover herself further. No, he was looking into her green eyes. She blinked, feeling the heat from her cheeks, and considered dropping her arms. It lasted little more than a moment; suddenly her paws, her tails, her lower body felt a rush of warmth throughout the water. Sierra kicked her feet to stir the heat around then slid back down, holding a paw over her chest to keep anything from floating up. "How's that?" Alex asked, setting the pot on the floor. She stared at him, then lowered her gaze to her own reflection. "Good," she whispered, closing her eyes again. It was a lie, really: heavenly was more correct. "You want me to wash your back?" The tub went drip, drip, drip on the tiled floor. Sierra opened her eyes, stared at him. "Excuse me?" "I don't know about vixens, but I do know skunks can't reach back there very well." She huffed. "I'll have you know vixens are very flexible." And she was about to show him when she realized her nipples were showing. Alex shrugged and made for the door. Sierra scowled, she knew what he was up to; it didn't take a genius to realize he just wanted her to beg, and she didn't feel like giving him that satisfaction. "You're as bad as Gary," she blurted out suddenly. "You said you were flexible, so I'm not needed." She shook her head. "I say no, you plead, and eventually I give in and let you. That's how it works." Alex growled. "You're as bad as my ex." He left without slamming the door, though he looked like he wanted to. It probably would've broken off its hinges anyways. The smirk that had only been forming on her muzzle slowly faded. "Fuck!" she swore, and reached behind her. --- The extra hot water granted her perhaps another fifteen minutes of heat, but in the end, the water still chilled. The dirt had settled to the bottom, a legendary sediment of their adventures. Her fangs chattered when she got up, after finally mustering the energy to do something other than freeze. Little beads of ice cold water dripped down her front, her fur spiking instantly. She reached for the towel; it wasn't fire-dried anymore, just dried. Her fault, she supposed, but at least she hadn't passed out like Gary, especially since her naked body seemed slightly more vulnerable than his. She certainly wouldn't have the leopard taking her and warming her up his way. Sierra wrapped herself in the towel and stepped out. Gary was still passed out, covered up beside the dying fire, only embers now. Alex was still awake, resting on the rear balcony, shotgun at paw. Sierra watched him for a moment through the kitchen window before returning to the bathroom to put on her clothes - black cargos and a white tank top, how original. She didn't remember them being so dirty and sticky, but she didn't mind too much. At least her fur was clean now. Her cargos hid dirt well, anyways, as well as the nasty scar down her leg that gave her so much grief. She wandered out to the balcony and sat down beside Alex. He didn't say anything; he looked too tired. "If you want, I can take watch for a while." He looked at her, chuckled, and turned back to the yard. "Thanks, but no." "Have you seen any?" "No. They probably can't smell us since we smell so good." The thought seemed to amuse him. "How much ammo do you have for your shotgun?" "Why?" "I was thinking about it earlier." The rain pattered on the soft grass, somehow unnatural. The lightning had stopped, finally, probably during her bath, though it wouldn't be long. "I have twelve more rounds," he said finally. "Rounds?" "Shots." "TWELVE?!" She jumped up, her eyes wide. "Then what?" "Then I use it like Gary uses his wrench." She stared. "You don't sound too concerned with running out." "I can't just stop using the gun to save ammo; that defeats the purpose. I knew I'd run out eventually. But... I don't think the fleshies have figured out how to fire side arms; assuming we can find a gun shop that wasn't totally looted before they came, I should be able to restock. Hey!" He looked at her, a gleam in his eye. "Ever hold a gun before?" He had a wicked smile that made Sierra nervous. She stared. "Not ... not so much." "I'd let you practice with this but it'd be a waste to go firing into the air. Twelve shots, right?" "Uh, right." "But, we might find you and Gary each some sort of weapon ... well, maybe not Gary." He chuckled. "I don't know if I trust him with a sidearm. It's bad enough with that wrench of his..." He winced. "Dangerous enough, anyways." "I'm sorry about earlier ... in the bathroom?" Alex nodded. The rain fell, a staccato pummeling the roof above, the muddy yard below. They sat in relative silence; Alex lit a cigarette and indulged every few moments; the point of red light danced in her peripheral vision. Sierra found her train of thought leave the rails, much like a derailing train would: horribly. The only few things that had followed them through the apocalypse to the other side were dangerous, deadly, toxic; she hadn't heard any soothing rain since, only white noise, usually accompanied by arcs and rumbles, the stench of burnt air, the sky crying out in pain each time. Alex had his lighter and his cigarettes and his shotgun. Sierra had a scar down her ribs and stitches in her forehead. And a limp. Gary was Gary, bad enough; how the hell had he managed to survive only to leech off of them? Without a scratch? There was pain, loneliness, fear and hate now; she hadn't felt love or comfort for some time now... Alex had his health, no limp, no stitches, but Sierra hadn't been nearly so lucky, so there was jealousy, too. Gary was Gary, bad enough, he wanted sex and didn't mind waiting, but Sierra needed Alex and couldn't wait nearly as long, more jealousy. How the hell had she not simply given up and fucked the leopard's brains out? Because she had her dignity, that's how, she figured, since Gary likely had every soldier's disease known to Leopardkind and probably some not so known. He bothered her - though not in the good, hot and bothered kinda way, of course. At least he'd passed out, naked and probably bent at some unnatural angle: Gary might well have been skinny but he was still dead weight like that and Alex likely wouldn't have cared enough to make him any comfortable. Probably the only reason Alex hadn't let him succumb to hypothermia in the tub was that he needed his own bath, and besides, if they did find an Ape? She glanced over at Alex again, barely able to make out his features, a black on black skunk. How the hell had she not simply given in and raped him? Sucked his brains out? He was really big, she reasoned, more than capable of throwing her off and smacking her. But would he? Her gaze shifted downwards, at her own paws, wondering how she'd do it. He would be standing there, wearing his chest-hugging shirt. She'd walk up to him, her eyes on his, and before those brown orbs could widen in confusion she'd press up against his chest and shove him to the ground, a rough landing, sure, but he could take it. Sierra would straddle his waist, pulling on his shirt until it slid out from under her; off it would fly, lost forever. Alex would finally come to his senses and ask, "Sierra?" but she would silence him, pressing her lips to his, shoving her tongue in his mouth, all the while holding his wrists at his side. She'd lean forward, pressing her chest to his, her nipples hard now, poking at his ruffled fur through her top. Sierra took a deep breath, closed her eyes. Alex would try to break the kiss, try to fight back, wonder what the hell she was doing, but she'd growl at him, snarl, like the animal she really was till he surrendered, his eyes wide; then she'd reach for her top and throw it to the ground, gasping suddenly with the chilled air blowing across her mounds. She'd kiss him again, pulling back only for breath, leaving that lewd trail of spit between their lips and tongues. Lick his cheek, chin, neck. She'd slide down his body, running her tongue along his muscles. Soon her tongue would reach his nipples, make him gasp, pant. Sierra was panting too, trying her hardest not to, bringing a paw to her face, wiping sweat from her forehead. Alex was still there, probably thinking about other things, hopefully not noticing her flush. Fantasy Alex wouldn't be able to see her flush, his eyes would be closed and his mouth would be open in sudden rapture as her soft, furred paws found their way inside his pants, feeling around, and he'd gasp out her name - "Sierra?" "Ahh!" she started, lost her balance, nearly fell backwards. "Don't scare me like that - what?" He was staring out at the yard; something was moving, a shifting black on black shadow, complete with two glowing eyes. Fleshy. Alex was pointing at it, while his other paw was reaching for his shotgun. "Does it know we're here?" Her voice had lowered to a whisper, somehow. Alex shook his head. "Besides, I checked and locked the back door. We're fine." He cocked his shotgun loudly; the monster gave a louder screech, and turned towards them. Alex aimed. It ran, screaming and moaning, barely visible above the dark ground below it. Alex paused, humming an unfamiliar tune. It sounded rousing. "Alex." The creature kept getting closer, twenty yards, ten ... its fangs were suddenly visible in the clouded moonlight, flashing razor sharp. "Alex!" "Here." He handed her the gun. She stared at its impressive size for a second, felt its reassuring weight, before realizing the meat bag was almost on top of them, and it leaped- But it couldn't reach: they were on a high balcony, safe from all but the tallest fleshies. The thing wound up smacking itself in the head on the lower beam of the deck. Alex stood and tossed his cigarette on the fleshy, walked behind Sierra, gently grabbed her paws, showing her how to hold it. Through the screeching and shrieking she felt his body press up against hers, his arms stroking her arms under the pretext of teaching her how to hold the gun. He was topless, she realized, she hadn't noticed, hadn't seen him in the dark, and his fur was soft, his chest warm. She fought to keep from nuzzling back. "Okay. Keep your finger away from the trigger until you're just about to fire. And my baby has significant recoil. Wait till I'm standing aside then brace your arms and squeeze the trigger." "Yeah," she muttered, sweating. She'd never felt his chest fur before. "Is it loud?" "You've heard it before." "I've never shot it." He considered. "I guess it's loud enough." The thought didn't discourage her. Alex finally let go and she stood and leaned against the railing, locked her arms straight, looked right down at the terrifyingly close meat bag, and reached for the trigger. Sierra didn't really hear the blast - her ears started ringing far too soon for that - but she assumed the shot rang out into the night. The meat bag's head exploded backwards, and it collapsed and, had she been able to hear, fell silent, *stupid fleshy*, she thought. The gun seemed to throw itself back at her, somehow only after the fact. Amidst the ringing Alex's voice floated in. "Very good." He grabbed the gun, still in her paws, pointed it at the ground, pulled it from her grip. "Eleven left." "What the hell's going on out here?" Gary had awoken and looked irate. He held a blanket around his midsection. His spots looked unnaturally sharp, clean. Sierra beamed, "I got one," like a young curious kitten bounding after butterflies. The shotgun in Alex's paws smoked proudly, a mighty cannon with which to smite evil. Gary looked briefly over the rail before turning back to them. "Yeah? And you'll have woken up the lot of 'em." "The lot of whom?" "Them." He pointed towards the front of the house. Sierra and Alex looked at each other and without a sound hurried to the front room. Gary came rushing after them, and pointed out the living room window at innumerable shapes moving in the night. "Fuck... Have they heard us?" Sierra whispered. Alex considered, watching them move. "Nah, I don't think so, they're moving too randomly to know about fresh meat." Sierra shuddered. "Good thing we barricaded the door." "They probably followed our scent ... but it got lost in the rain, down there." Gary pointed down the ridge. "Good thing we bathed." Alex nodded. "We're out of here as soon as the sun comes up. Gary, you've got watch," and handed him the shotgun. --- Sierra stood a moment more, contemplating the erratic swaying of some twenty groaning shapes in front of their new house. Gary had watch, but she was all he ended up watching, and he was still only clad in his towel and looked ready to drop it. Sierra sighed and faced him. "What?" she asked, irritated. Gary winked and let the towel fall, revealing - as she had figured - nothing but pure feline flesh. Sierra stared at the piece of meat hanging between Gary's long legs. "I can't take it anymore," she whispered, looking at her boots. Gary laughed and suddenly was right in front of her. "Finally giving in?" She nodded, and looked back at his smug face, looked in his gleaming eyes. She put a paw around his shoulder, pulling him close, watching as he closed his eyes. "I can't believe I waited so long for this," she muttered, right as their muzzles touched. Gary shrieked. Sierra smirked and slowly let go of his balls, turned and walked out of the living room, putting that little extra bounce in her hips, giving him the finger over her shoulder. She passed Alex's room and stopped. The skunk was already asleep, quiet like a baby - a two hundred, twenty pound baby. She sighed and turned to her room off to the side. Alex had, predictably, taken his earlier room, the master bedroom, the only room with a bed that hadn't completely turned to cinders; Sierra had gotten the crappy child's room. Gary had no room; he'd be awake now till they left, and then some. She gave an evil laugh at the thought of the leopard unable to poke fun at her. Alex grunted in his sleep, and for a moment she feared Gary's girly scream had woken him up. Moments later the snoring started again, predictably. Alex had said that he hadn't snored before meeting his first meat bag; now he snored whenever there were any within earshot, which stuck Sierra as very counterproductive: they were, after all, trying to stay unnoticed at the moment. Sierra closed the door behind her and blinked, letting her eyes slowly adjust to the consuming darkness. What faded into view was slightly disconcerting: though this was likely the child's room, very little remained that reminded her of childhood. No stuffed teddies adorning the corners (or charred remains thereof), no finger paintings taped to the wall, no model airplanes hanging from the roof or dolls living in dollhouses. Sierra sighed - likely it was only her exhaustion that kept her from worrying about the fate of little boys and girls. The vixen scooped up a blanket and lay on the slightly burnt carpet. She thought briefly of stripping down and sleeping like she used to but she was far too clean in a lifestyle that normally forbade it to allow herself to sleep on burnt carpet. So, with grimy cargos whose seams pressed against her, with a tank top stretched slightly from overuse, she rolled to her side and closed her eyes. Sleep was not far off; she could feel it tugging at her consciousness. Unable to do anything but breathe deeply, and forgetting all about the blackened house, Sierra soon found herself in the brown swamp. --- Sierra blinked. A bout of nausea--she rolled over and threw up, disgusting, but it felt better suddenly. There was something on her muzzle. She brought a paw to wipe whatever it was off, but her paw was muddy, and in the end she only made it worse. She put her paw back down and discovered she was standing ankle deep in mud. The fox startled and jumped, landing on her ass ... and leaving her boots behind. "Damn it!" she swore, and crouched low, reaching out over the mud for her boots. ***SPLAT*** "FUCK!" she bubbled through the mud. Picking herself up and pulling herself onto the hard earth Sierra wiped mud from her eyes. She looked up at the glowing canopy above and hollered. Today was not looking to be her day; perhaps tomorrow. Nursing her pride she stood and took stock of herself and her surroundings. She was slightly wobbly, though it was fading. There was a half empty bottle of vodka beside her. All around her were thick trees, covered in moss and spotted with mushrooms here and there. Leaves hung heavy off of plants, dripping with dew. But not a sign of where she'd come from. She frowned, standing slowly and looking around. All she saw was more swamp. Smelled, too, though she was slowly getting used to the smell. In fact ... she had the eeriest feeling she'd been here before. Sierra shrugged and started walking, taking stock of her limbs and other bodily things. *Nothing feels broken, nothing's bleeding*, she counted off on her fingers. The only thing bruised was her ego - she flickered more mud from her face. There was a howl behind her, the holler of a canine. Sierra paused and turned around, but the cry was so far away that she couldn't see anything. The thing sounded like it was in pain - another cry, this time more of a shriek. She was not armed, nor very skilled at self-defense. She was not likely able to help the poor fellow if he was being harmed, and besides, wouldn't someone else far more able hear it too? For a moment she considered ignoring the cries, considered pretending she hadn't heard them. For a moment, anyways. Her sneaky conscience got the better of her. It always did. Heaving a sigh but secretly worrying about the poor canine she broke into a run, stopping every few moments to listen. Around her the swamp darkened, and for a moment Sierra feared she was going the wrong way, not farther and farther from this fur she was trying to help, but farther and farther from civilization. She stopped, listened - the cries were definitely louder, warped from the echoes, twisted and strange. She gulped. This wasn't right, though she didn't know why. There was the thump-thump-thump of a war drum around her, but it was only her heartbeat. She touched her paw to her forehead - amidst the mud there was sweat, too. Sierra heard the screech again, wholly unhealthy and evil, no longer crying out in pain - more of a feral, rabid howl. Wasting no time at all she turned and ran the other way, out of the deepest part of the swamp, away from whatever was shrieking like that. She could hear something trampling through the swamp behind her, something fast. Sierra dared a glance over her shoulder, nearly tripped, but barely saw whatever it was. All she knew was the trampling of underbrush behind her. She leapt over the patch of mud in which she'd found herself. More shrieks. More shadows, barely behind her now. She turned and leapt, heart pounding, breathing ragged now. There was a stitch shooting up her right leg, threatening to make her lose her balance. Branches snapped, cracked behind her, beside her - something caught her around her ankle and she fell, her head slamming against the ground. Stars, colored and white and spinning all at once - she didn't even feel the paw on her ankle anymore, especially since there were obscenely sharp claws on her back now, tearing at her flesh. Tearing at her clothing. Something was really wrong with that, Sierra realized, her mind turning over properly. Instinct overtook reason and she kicked, hitting something square in what felt like a midriff. She didn't care. She tried to roll over, her shirt falling apart beneath her. The white in her eyes faded and Sierra screamed. --- Someone had her by the shoulders. Sierra screamed, dizzy, as a paw clamped over her muzzle. She tried without much success to bite the hell out of it. "Sierra!" he cried. Alex shook her again--more stars danced for a moment. Alex stared down at her. She swiped at him, kicking at his gut, trying to get away from the horrible monsters that had her so trapped. "We've got company!" There was the ***BLAST*** of a shotgun in the darkness beyond her room. A searing pain in her right leg, or maybe just the memory. --- Intermission ========== Sorry, I know it kinda leaves you hanging, and I'm even more sorry that I will be leaving you hanging for a while. This took for god-damned ever; don't expect the next chapter to be any sooner. However, you should be able to bust your nut sooner or later. As always, email, review, rate it, you know the drill.

FSE

The doors to the pantheon closed behind them for what would be the last time in a long while. There was no real time set for his destination; there was a goal, but reaching it was more of a case of overcoming hurdles at their own pace, which was a… highly variable yardstick, to say the least. Their parents tried to talk them out of it, the rest of the pantheon certainly didn’t seem all that happy with the idea, but if there was one person that could put an end to their newest member’s woes, it was the one among them who shunned contact, the one who had left their hallowed halls eons prior to seek a life of solitude. For the young Arceus, whose life had been one of unending size-based disappointments, seeking out this renegade deity wasn’t anywhere near the top of their priority list; or, at least, it hadn’t been until every other avenue to fix their problems had been closed off one by one as failure after failure compounded on one another to leave them feeling utterly helpless. It was even worse considering their status as the Inheritor, at once their name and title, progeny of two meta-entities whose chosen physical avatars constituted the substrate upon which reality was built; the couple’s size was such that their mass was often indistinguishable from the very fabric of existence as anyone could perceive it, and even when their forms were “visible”, the sight was often enough to cause severe headaches, even in other members of the pantheon. They were, to put it lightly, big, and not just in the sense that they were vast or incomprehensibly overendowed; they were big in sheer scale, in that nothing could be bigger than they were, for to achieve such a status would, by necessity, mean usurping their position as the foundational structure of all that was and could be… and, seeing as neither the Penultimate nor The Most High were in any way willing to relinquish their power, this was unlikely to happen in the near, medium, or far future. As a result of this, however, there were great hopes for the Arceus when they were birthed into being as a result of their “parents” convening to create for themselves an heir; the Inheritor was to become something greater than the sum of their parts, imbued with the power and might of the two grandest, most powerful gods that had ever existed, becoming an entity of such unfathomable, grandiose glory that even the brightest of cosmic jewels would look like a pile of dirty coal next to them. They would be so magnificent that they could wear the totality of existence upon them as a supersized raiment, bedecked in jewels in such absurd quantity that they would outnumber the proverbial fabric, and not only would it not be enough to even cover a fraction of a percentage point of their full size, but not even the full extent of everything would be able to hold a candle to the body that lay underneath. That is, assuming that such a form could even be described, assuming it didn’t simply become so all-encompassing that it literally broke even the gods’ ability to speak of it in their meta-linguistic forms of communication; merely a possibility, to be sure, but one whose likelihood was far greater than most were willing to admit, given the sort of entities who had given birth to the Inheritor. As such, one could only imagine the surprise when the Arceus emerged from their cosmic egg and ended up being… mundane. Their curves were nothing if not exaggerated, of course, and no one expected anything less; they were even greater than most other deities’, what with each of their three shafts being large enough to have several moon systems to their name, or their tits and ass being of such a scale that doors often had to be widened in the pantheon’s halls in order to prevent accidental wedging and blockages. But alas, that was the problem: they were big, but comprehensibly big, large enough to be a serious logistical issue, but still perfectly understandable, even from a mortal perspective. Should any of the countless souls who resided within the infinite universes take a look up at the Arceus, they would not see the uncontested, undisputed overlord of all of reality, but “merely” a very big, very curvaceous hyper-god whose only claim to fame was being on the scale of a couple of star systems packed together. And while this would’ve been impressive for a lesser deity, it was far less so for someone of the Inheritor’s pedigree; with the parents they had, for them to turn out to be so small was, at best, a surprise as big as they were, and at worse, an outright disappointment. Not that their progenitors would ever dare to put it in such terms, as despite the size difference, there was nothing but raw, unfiltered love shared between the Inheritor and the two pataversal entities that brought them being; it was merely a case that, ultimately, it was quite clear that there were expectations in place, expectations that the Arceus had clearly failed to meet, and now had to do something about. Again, not that their parents would ever be so bold as to suggest that their progeny change anything about them; as far as the two were concerned, the Inheritor was perfect just as they were, as surely they were simply a late bloomer, or would come into a more fitting size for a metaversal ruler once the mantle was passed onto them. The Arceus themselves, however, found these comments to be naught but further evidence that they were unworthy, and their presence in the pantheon’s halls was little more than a constant reminder of their parents’ failure, and that if they did nothing to fix this, the end result would very likely be open war between would-be usurpers and two people who wanted nothing more than everlasting peace and prosperity. There was no shortage of supposed deities, especially those ascended from mortal souls, whose sole purpose seemed to be to sow chaos and wreak havoc unless actively stamped down and chained up, and while the Penultimate and The Most High abhorred such methods, it was either that or risk having wars be set off between petty tyrants whenever anyone said a word that could be misconstrued as maybe meaning something personally offensive. The tenuous balance was kept in place purely because the two were the uncontested rulers of all of existence, but with their heir turning out the way they did, they suddenly found themselves carrying a noose around their necks, one that would only tighten with each day that passed and the Arceus did nothing to fix their size problems. Thus, the pilgrimage; it wasn’t a great idea, or even a good one by any stretch of the imagination, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and none were more desperate than the Arceus, seeking some kind of resolution for their lack of impressively overbearing size and dimensions. It took some work, as well as combing through the deepest archives of the pantheon, but the answers they sought were there, buried underneath countless eons’ worth of misinformation: a rogue god, one who had eschewed the traditional hierarchy of their kind and set off to parts unknown in protest. The Inheritor’s parents seemed to know something about this divine being, but they refused to elaborate beyond cryptic remarks on how they were “not technically wrong” but “should’ve picked a better way”, among other, even less useful and trite commentaries that went absolutely nowhere. After a short while failing to dig up anything further, the Arceus made a decision: they would leave the pantheon’s halls, decide upon their destination, and let their powers guide them to wherever this rogue god might be, as they were sure to do. The question wasn’t whether they’d be capable of finding them; this was something that just about anyone of their kind could do if they put their minds to it. No, the real meat of the matter is whether or not they were worthy of finding them, as every single reference to this missing deity also referenced a set of “challenges” or “trials” that came with attempting to locate them. In return for passing them, however, this primordial being was said to be capable of granting any wish that a pilgrim might want fulfilled, from the mundane to the fantastical… and seeing as neither of their parents seemed willing to disprove this, the Arceus could only assume it had to be true. Granted, they had no idea what sort of trials lay ahead of them, nor if they were even remotely capable of rising to their challenge, but that was what the pilgrimage was for; as the Inheritor, as the child of the two most powerful entities that metaphysically could ever exist until they themselves dethroned them, there were only two options: either they were worthy of the title, and would thus be able to meet any trial head-on and come out the other end victorious, or they weren’t, and would receive confirmation of such. It was an existentially paralyzing thought, but one that the Arceus had to power through as they walked down to the front gates of the pantheon, where the interminable line of deceased mortals awaiting entry to their personal paradises was given a show in the form of the Inheritor’s body, fully on display, wobbling and jiggling its way to the outside, a show that thoroughly burned out several trillion of souls simply by virtue of being. The Inheritor apologized profusely to the poor angelic bureaucrats who’d have to put the soul sparks back together, but carried on regardless, the knowledge that their form could at least do that much being the sole consolation they had, one that was instantly robbed from them the moment they stepped out of the hallowed halls of divinity, slamming the golden doors shut behind them. In front, the interstitial medium of the multiverse, the space between spaces where their kind operated; it was, as usual, teeming with activity, with minor gods and their messengers flying to and fro in the endless operation of the celestial bureaucracy. For such a vast space, it certainly looked cramped with the sheer amount of entities that regularly made of it their personal highway; this, of course, would simply not do, and as such the Inheritor simply willed themselves somewhere more quiet, and with a single step, they blinked, reappearing in complete emptiness. It was a testament to their power that they could simply teleport themselves so far away from everything that even the multiverse had to spend some time mathing out just where the Inheritor was, like a machine buffering a series of operations in a backlog. Soon enough, the Arceus’ mere presence would spring forth more universes, each one creating their own set of gods which would fill the interstice with yet more pandemonium… but until then, the Inheritor had that slice of not-being all for themselves, where no one could bother them. It was only then that the sheer nothingness really hit them. For the first time in their life, the Inheritor was bereft of any sort of stimulus but the ones created by their own body, which was certainly an… experience. They’d been alone before, but never in a section of the multiverse that literally had nothing else in it; to say that it forced perspective would be an understatement, as without a means for reference, the Inheritor honestly couldn’t even tell how big they were anymore. They were intellectually aware of their dimensions, at least in absolute terms, but there, in the empty, in the place where places would eventually be, there was nothing to compare themselves to, and thus, perhaps fittingly, nothing could be said to be bigger than they were, therefore making them the biggest thing there… if only by technicality. Then again, wasn’t all divine business done by technicalities anyway? Their size was relative, after all; they could at once be bigger than a whole planet while still being capable of striding upon. The Arceus themselves was proof positive of that, as they were “merely” big enough to have several moons orbiting around their triple cocks, yet if they really wanted to, they could float alongside entire universes and see them as little more than tiny, shiny baubles, several of them able to fit on a single palm. It was a trick of perception as much as it was reality, with the fine line dividing the two growing thinner or thicker depending on one’s control over their own form, and the effects it had on existence around it… and perhaps this was the secret, or at least the first hurdle. For the Inheritor, speaking with their parents was always a chore, as the size difference between them was such that it was less a conversation and more of a communion; they still had a much faster connection than between the two hyper-deities and the rest of the pantheon, but it wasn’t as if the three of them could sit at a table and have a nice chat over dinner. Theirs were two different size scales altogether, with The Most High and the Penultimate effectively occupying spacetime on so many layers that it was easy for the Inheritor, who merely dwelled on one, to forget that what they were looking at was merely a fraction of their progenitors’ full self. That being the case, it then made sense that they themselves should be cut from the same cloth, that the Arceus be capable of becoming the very underlying structure of reality by sheer virtue of being alive; that they weren’t, well… there was a reason why the pilgrimage had taken place to begin with. It stood to reason, then, that if the rogue god was so ancient that even the Inheritor’s parents feared speaking of them, then this renegade was most likely massive, far more than the Arceus was. Or, at the very least, they had understood the duality of their divinity in such a way that they could choose to be all-encompassing, in a way that the Inheritor could only hope to one day understand; perhaps, they thought to themselves as existence began to coalesce around them, that was their first goal: to comprehend how truly big they were, and how their size was ultimately a choice they made, rather than a physical constant. It was the sum total of their self-worth and self-actualization, as well as their understanding of how they even worked on a fundamental level; nothing was technically stopping them from willing themselves larger apart from themselves, though the mental barrier was surprisingly sturdy, even after its presence was made known. It was, ultimately, hard for the Arceus to think of themselves as anything other than what they had always been: insufficient. Big, yes, but not big enough; huge, but not unfathomably so. It was these thoughts which held them back, which created for them a mental image of themselves that was then projected onto realspace and turned into their true form, one that only slipped whenever the Inheritor wasn’t busy beating themselves up over something that they knew wasn’t their fault… but, at the same time, it was entirely their fault. If their size was theirs to determine, then the fact that they weren’t consistently bigger than entire universal clusters was, at the end of the day, their choice, which should have left them feeling worse than ever before, if not for the companion realization that came hand-in-hand with it: if it was their own fault they weren’t big enough, that meant it was entirely in their hands to change that… which means they could change it, and thus were free to enlarge themselves at their will whenever they figured out how. Which, all things considered, should be significantly easier now that they had some time to consider it; it’d been so long since the last time they were anywhere outside the pantheon’s halls that really, just the fact that they were away from it was enough to give them a fresh perspective on things. If their girth was self-determined, then surely being surrounded by reminders of their supposed “failings” on a daily basis could do little but harm their self-actualization; this was probably the whole point, at least on the part of some of the more underhanded deities, who very likely saw it as an opportunity to kick them down and keep them there so they themselves could usurp the Inheritor’s rightful place as heir to the multiverse. Out there in the great nothingness, however, there literally could be nothing that could stop the Arceus from making themselves as big as they wanted to… and thus, when the first universes began to phase into being, there was nothing stopping them from simply deciding that they should bigger than them, not momentarily, but by default. It wasn’t a significant change, in the sense that they felt nothing when they made it; ‘twas merely an affirmation, a statement, one that determined a new reality that reality itself simply had to adapt in order to conform to. They were the Inheritor, progeny of the Penultimate and The Most High, and as such it was their prerogative to decide how enormous and all-consuming they were; therefore, when they decided to be bigger than whole universes, it didn’t take long before the moon system orbiting their cocks to vanish from sight, now so insignificantly tiny as to barely be said to exist. Granted, there still wasn’t a lot to compare themselves to, and with no major changes wrought to them but size, it was hard to tell if anything had truly changed at all… but there was something there, a notion, a knowing, that their body was fundamentally different in some way they couldn’t determine; given what they’d just gone through, the Arceus resolved to believe that it was their size, having become so much larger than they would barely be able to fit back into the pantheon’s halls. And in doing so, in believing in this “truth” with all their might, it became truth, the truth; should any of the lesser deities back home see the Arceus now, they would be looking up at a fraction of their full body, as the whole thing was far and away too big for anyone else but the Inheritor’s parents to truly grasp. Content, the budding hyper-deity once more willed themselves to an empty section of the multiverse; it was nice to be big and all, but it was still important to start from a blank slate, lest the steps outlined for the pilgrimage be disregarded and the final goal never reached. As the documents stated, any god wishing to meet with the renegade should stare into the void, the nothing, and then take a step forward; this was significantly harder than it might initially appear, as for them to take a step forward meant imposing the concept of distance and relative position onto a nothingness, thus turning it into a something and defeating the whole purpose. In fact, merely by existing within a void, the Arceus transformed it into a not-void, as if reality itself rebooted around them and struggled to fill the space with as much of itself as it could. There was a moment where the nothingness remained, but an instant before the first particle couplets were formed and quantum foam spread across the vast infinity, and it was in this moment that Arceus had to take a step… except not really, for the step wasn’t actually required, or at least not a physical one. At no point was it made explicit that it was a literal step, an actual moving of the legs where one paw ended up in front of another; there were plenty of gods without feet after all, so how were they supposed to get to the end of the pilgrimage if this were the case? It was significantly likelier for it to be a metaphorical step forward, though what exactly that might be still eluded the Arceus; it had to be significant enough to matter to a rogue god, and yet something that anyone could feasibly accomplish if they just put their all into it. A realization, an epiphany, one that blended perfectly with a perfect void, whatever little sense that made; perhaps the truth was that there was no truth, and the Inheritor, much like everyone else, would spend inordinate amounts of time overanalyzing something that was actually quite simple, only to then realize it wasn’t, and their immediate instinctive reaction to dumb it down was part of some cosmic quadruple bluff. Or, as the Arceus came to realize it, perhaps there was a simple answer in the end: creation. The biggest issue with doing anything in a void was that, by doing so, it would no longer be a void; this was a moment of creation, where something was created from nothing, the purest exercise of divine power. Most deities took it for granted, such was their culture and mental state, to the point where they would make and unmake entire universes just because they were feeling bored or wanted to try out a new look using existential jewelry. For them, snapping their fingers and forcing reality to cough up a chunk of itself where once had been nothing was, at the very best, treated as downright mundane. But was it not the most beautiful thing? Was it not the grandest, most magnificent of boons, bestowed upon them by the two hyper-deities whose forms and minds were the substrate of Creation itself? The ability to make, the capacity to dream and make those thoughts be, limited only by their imagination and how much effort they wanted to put into any given project; to take such a thing and turn it into an everyday occurrence, into routine of all things, felt downright heretical, to the point where the Arceus physically recoiled at the notion. The moment of creation, the very instant where an empty space was filled by something, regardless of what that something might be, was the very core of what it was like to be a god, a deity, and if they were supposed to take the role of the caretaker for all that was and could possibly be, if the Arceus was fated to live up to their name… then surely, they had to understand this truth more than anyone else. They had to exercise this power in such a way as to make it mean something, rather than simply willing a feast into existence because they didn’t feel like doing it manually, or summoning a large statue to admire, or any number of painfully ordinary things; rather, they had to create their own road to reach the end of their journey, not so much stepping onto the path as making said path. Much like before, the only thing standing in the way between the Arceus and becoming everything they could be was, of course, themselves, and their own preconceived notions of what it meant to be a god within the context that they had lived their whole lives; as soon as they shed these notions, as soon as they freed themselves from the shackles of certainty and embraced their own ignorance, it became immensely easy for them to make judgement calls about how things should work, calls they would never have thought to make beforehand. It wasn’t about imposing their will upon reality, for reality was whatever they perceived it as; therefore, if the Inheritor stepped into a void, and in that moment crafted for themselves a pocket multiverse which they could rule like their progenitors lorded over their own, then that was just how existence was meant to function. Never mind the fact that having a sub-layer of multiversal existence running in tandem with an upper one raised a series of unfortunate questions about the nature of just what numbered stack it was; such considerations were for later, for after the Arceus was done turning themselves into a deity worthy of having a Creation of their own to rule. Of course, doing so for the first time was bound to result in less than satisfactory results; as much as the Inheritor was learning things about themselves which they had never known, finding more power welling up within them than ever thought possible, there was only so much they could do when attempting the supposedly impossible. Thus, their transcendent moment of creation was slightly undercut by how they, in practice, only managed to make a small room for themselves… well, “small”, in the sense that it managed to fit them and was, in proportion, about as large as one of the living spaces back at the pantheon. Given their size, the Arceus was certain that this little space of theirs would most likely be capable of encompassing several universes, but for someone who was meant to take the reins of existence itself, it counted as little more than baby’s first steps towards learning what it was like to be a true god. Still, it was something, a sub-dimensional layer built into a higher stratum, making use of it as a substrate from which to drain the energies required to keep it functioning. It looked suspiciously like their room back home, which the Arceus could only assume was the result of them allowing their subconscious mind to do most of the work; while they did deliberately perform the actions needed to create a brand new reality, the smaller details were left to the automatic processes within their head, resulting in a decent replica of what little privacy they had back at the pantheon. Then again, this was just the start, as nothing stopped the Inheritor from building on the room, to bring forth a whole house, its neighborhood, the city it was in, and so forth until there was a whole multiverse in there with them as its sole deity; in fact, having a solid foundation from which to work made it significantly easier than the Arceus assumed it would be, raising the question of whether or not their parents had done something similar in the past. No one did know just where the Penultimate or The Most High had come from, and while one could be forgiven for simply assuming that, like most gods, they were timeless in the literal sense of the word, it just so happened that even other deities didn’t have a clue as their overlords’ true origins. As far as anyone knew, the two had simply popped into existence one day, with no one capable of remembering a time from before such a thing happened; most were certain that there was a before, however, and chose to believe that the divine mega-couple’s arrival had simply upturned the natural order to such a degree that nothing could be the same anymore, that reality itself had to rearrange its own order of events to make the two’s presence make the slightest amount of sense… but what if that wasn’t the case? As they stood there, staring at a reality of their own creation, the Inheritor couldn’t help but think about the sheer gap that existed between their parents and even the strongest of the other divinities, of how thoroughly outmatched everyone was in comparison, themselves included. Could it be that, much like they themselves had stepped into a void and crafted for themselves a brand new pocket of existence over which to rule, their progenitors too had done the same, an unfathomable amount of time in the past? Could this have been the reason for why they, a creature supposed to be possessed of the same degree of insane power, couldn’t even begin to think about holding a candle to the two entities that birthed them? That the meta-structure of reality was that of a series of nested sub-existences, with a being from one creating a universe below its own dimension, triggering an endless series of metaversal births that stretched into infinity? Could it be that they themselves, the Inheritor to this truth, would one day create their own heir, who would repeat the process and keep the cycle going? If that was the case… then where did the rogue fit into all of that? They were clearly there, in some remote place of this new reality the Arceus had created, and they were obviously real, given the reactions they got from everyone, progenitors included; but if the whole point of the journey was to uncover these truths by oneself, then surely the gods wouldn’t react as if this renegade deity was actually real, as it made no sense for them to do so. One might think that it was a means of pushing the Arceus onto a path that would lead them to true enlightenment, but they received the same dismissive, occasionally fearful tone even from those who absolutely hated them, making it unlikely for it to be some sort of long con on the pantheon’s part. But, in that case, where were they? The Inheritor had to forcefully pull themselves out of this thought spiral in order to focus for long enough to remember the next part of the instructions, detailing what they should do after “taking the step”: once in this void, call for aid; if the need is great, the rogue god would appear. It sounded simple enough, but the last two steps had apparently turned out to be a cover for some kind of great personal revelation, making it somewhat likely that this one was as well, no matter how much it might sound otherwise. In fact, it took very little consideration for the Arceus to come up with several competing hypotheses on what the instructions could really mean, each one more unlikely than the last, requiring them to stop and breathe heavily just to recenter themselves. Everything so far had proven one thing: that the one true obstacle to divinity and ultimate power was themselves, that the one roadblock standing in the way between the Inheritor and the throne of the multiverse was the very Inheritor, whose preconceived notions on how reality “should” work had left them shackled to laws that, on closer analysis, existed only because the Arceus assumed they did, and thus subjected themselves to their effects. Who was to say, after all, that they should care about conservation of mass? Had they not created something from nothing, and not even in the way that meta-reality usually did? If that was the case, then everything was possible, for if one “inviolable” rule of existence was so easily broken after what was frankly a cursory examination of it, then what hope did any of the others have before a motivated, godlike ruler? Especially in a sub-instance of reality that they themselves had created, thus being subject only to whatever Laws the Arceus decided it should have… which posed a serious problem. If this void-turned-not, apparently necessary in the path to finding the rogue wish granter, was a playground in which the Inheritor could effectively do whatever they felt like as long as they could think of it, what kind of “need” could they possibly have? If their power was absolute, their dominion total, then it stood to reason that they’d never actually need help for anything, being fully capable of resolving any issues they might have all on their own; this meant that step two invalidated step three, or perhaps step three was impossible by design after having completed step two… or, far likelier, there was some deeper understanding that the Arceus just hadn’t reached, which would blow the whole conundrum wide open and reveal to them some grand, eldritch truth about the fundamental nature of existence as they knew it. If that was so… then what was it? The renegade deity was real, that much the Arceus was convinced, and if it needed any who sought it to perform such arduous tasks, then it must reside somewhere in the middle of all things, where one simply couldn’t traverse without having an absurdly elevated level of power. It must live in the spaces between spaces, where nothing existed or could exist, and thus required an act of creation in order to make it even temporarily and conditionally reachable; thus, even after making a reality for themselves, the Inheritor still was no closer to finding this rogue god than they had been before, as while they knew somewhat of where they might be, it was the functional difference between trying to find a needle in a haystack, and trying to find it after being told it was somewhere between the top and bottom one percent of the pile. It was technically closer, but by no means in any appreciable manner, leaving the Arceus feeling as if they’d been cheated of a victory… that is, until it hit them. The traversal of the void, and the act of creation thereof, had been a means of reminding them of their own, personal power; in doing so, the Inheritor, and presumably anyone else capable of reaching such a stage in their quest, was given proof positive that they were stronger than they believed they were. But no monarch rules alone, and for one to believe that they could be the singular, undisputed overlord of all that was when everything within their demesne conspired to dethrone them would be an enormous waste of time; even the Arceus’ own progenitors, powerful though they might be, made sure to cultivate a culture where most of the work was distributed among those better suited to perform it, even when the Penultimate and The Most High could likely do everything by themselves. It was better for everyone and everything if, ultimately, power was shared among those capable of wielding it, even if it required active supervision to prevent misuse; in more abstract terms, the Arceus couldn’t expect to do everything by themselves, and part of that was recognizing when to admit that they just couldn’t do something… like tracking down the rogue god. It was such a simple conclusion, and simultaneously one that the Inheritor could absolutely have seen themselves struggling with for the better part of a cosmic aeon if they hadn’t been paying attention to their own prior revelations; presumably, the fact that this pilgrimage was built around the idea that the reward would be one’s wishes fulfilled, it was designed to attract the sort of deity who wouldn’t be capable of admitting such a thing, who would stare out into a reality of their own creation and, rather than carrying on, assume that that was the end of the journey, content with what they believed to be absolute power. How many of them were there, petty tyrants residing within their tiny little bubbles, unable to see just how pathetic their existence truly was? They had failed to understand the meaning of the words, believing the call for help to be something that only weaklings would do; the Arceus, meanwhile, knew better, and thus, when they walked to the front door of the room they were in, throwing it open onto an impossibly long and exceedingly tall hallway, they did so with four words in their mouth. “I need your help.” These were spoken to no one in particular, and, at the same time, to the renegade deity who might or might not have been watching. They were spoken in earnest, for it was a legitimate request for assistance by someone who quite honestly had no clue how to proceed; the Inheritor might be capable of crafting an entire reality for themselves, but finding something that didn’t want to be found, someone who had clearly gone to great lengths to abscond themselves from the entirety of meta-reality, that required a certain degree of humility: just enough to admit that they needed help, for it was no shame that to be so. Receiving said help, however, was a different matter entirely, if only because the entity responsible for providing it was so keen on not being found. A void and an epiphany later, they still resided somewhere in the middle of all things, so any kind of assistance it could provide would still require the prospective supplicant to put in some effort; in the Arceus’ case, they had emerged from their entrance space into a colossal, multiverse-spanning hallway, dotted with other doors leading into other rooms, ones that each held their own universe or universal cluster. It was a way of organizing things more than anything else, a representation of the underlying structure more than an actually accurate depiction of what reality looked like; it wasn’t as if the inhabitants of one cosmos lived on a table, or the contents of a bottle were actually the collective mass of several nebulae. Still, it was a way of seeing things, a way that allowed the Inheritor to put their thoughts in order… and to have a plaque show up on the “wall” in front of them in between one blink and the next. It hadn’t been there just moments prior, that much they were certain of, but it didn’t look out of place next to the rest of the imagined architecture either: a small, apparently metallic rectangle, with a single arrow pointing towards one end of the corridor the Arceus was in. Simple, to the point, and far more direct than anything else had been up until then, perhaps indicating that the Inheritor was close to the end of their journey: no more personal revelations, just simple instructions. Indeed, there were no more steps left in the pilgrimage, at least as far as they could remember; supposedly, asking for help was the last thing one needed to do, after which the rogue god would make themselves known. It sounded too simple to be true, and indeed the Arceus was convinced that there might very well be one last step they had to take before they could truly meet with their wish granter; after all, if it was as straightforward as asking for help, then the renegade would’ve just opened a door closest to their newest pilgrim, rather than asking them to walk for an indeterminate amount of time. Indeterminate, for time meant very little within the corridor, metaphorical construct that it was; the Arceus had created that multiverse from nothing, and as a result found that they could navigate its time streams just as easily as they could traverse the spaces within and without it, almost absent any thought or intention. As long as they didn’t consider the concept of time, as long as they didn’t think about the fact that time passed, then it just didn’t, leaving them to walk forward for what would have been an eternity if the clock’s hands hadn’t been halted; alternatively, it might very well have just been five minutes, seeing as the Inheritor’s perception of what “time” even was depended heavily on how much attention they paid to it at any given moment. Even back home, it was exceedingly simple to experience aeons in mere moments, or stretch out a second into infinity; now that they were the master of their own domain, this “issue” had been exacerbated to the point of absurdity, leading to the Arceus occasionally having to stop to remind themselves of what a second was, lest the reality they were creating end up being a lawless wasteland where everything took forever and instantly at the same time and yet never simultaneously. And, in the process, the Inheritor did end up learning a valuable lesson, albeit one they didn’t realize they were learning until it had firmly solidified itself in the back of their mind: running a reality was hard work. It seemed like such a simple statement to make, but it wasn’t any less true because of it: in between having to figure out how to even create a sub-instance of Creation itself from a void of nothingness, having to then structure it in a way that made some semblance of sense, as well as all the tiny little details that the Inheritor hadn’t once had to consider, the business of running their own multiverse was turning out to be quite a bit more difficult than they expected. They could only imagine what it must have been like for their progenitors, who had to deal with a version of reality that was actually populated, compared to the Arceus’ barren hotel (if that was even what it was), not to mention the constant, unending attempts at usurping their position on the part of greedy lesser deities. For the Inheritor, who was alone in a grand building of their own design, the mere act of keeping the whole thing together was already a drain and a half on their mental faculties, especially after they realized that letting it slip would cause entire sections of the corridor to shift out of existence altogether; it had to be a conscious process on their part, yet surely their parents didn’t spend their entire time deliberately thinking about keeping the multiverse in working order, did they? Surely, at some point, it had to turn into a background process, much like any other skill: with enough time and practice, running a reality without it breaking apart at the slightest momentary lapse of concentration would become as simple as breathing or conjuring something from ambient energy… which only served to highlight how ancient the Penultimate and The Most High must be, if they could handle such a task without, seemingly, ever having to become directly involved in most of their multiverse’s affairs. Perhaps this was the final test, for anyone who might get that far and still not be in the correct state of mind to receive the blessing of the rogue god, whoever they may be: understanding the notion that, sometimes, one just had to… keep walking. There were some tasks that couldn’t be half-assed, no matter how hard one tried, tasks which would, by their very nature, require one’s undivided attention, and oftentimes, one simply couldn’t escape them; for those with the power to create a multiverse from nothing, this was the final, dreadful realization from which they couldn’t escape, that if they wanted to hold onto their power within their tiny little corner of Creation, they would have to sacrifice so much of themselves that, by the end, they wouldn’t even be themselves anymore. Anyone willing to create a new dimensional layer and actually maintain it so that it could flourish and serve as a cradle for new life would, inevitably, be forced to undergo such a deep personal transformation that they may as well be a completely different entity by the end of it… and it was there that the Arceus realized that, the more they walked down the hallway, the more doors they passed and occasionally stopped to peer into in order to make sure that everyone was fine inside, the more they realized that they couldn’t truly be called the Inheritor anymore. The reality they came from was not theirs to take, but rather, the source of the power through which they could create a brand new one for them to rule over as a benevolent overlord, much like their own progenitors; perhaps it was a case that The Most High and the Penultimate didn’t want this to happen, hence their apparent hesitation at letting the Arceus go on their pilgrimage, and instead preferred it if their precious progeny remained behind, to take the task of running their reality from their hands, that they may instead spend their time doing something else. The Arceus couldn’t blame them; after being given but a taste of the responsibility needed to keep their own meta-cosmos alive, they could scarcely begin to imagine what it must be like to deal with that responsibility when countless googols’ worth of souls were thrown into the mix, let alone with the divine bureaucracy thrown into the mix. Nevertheless, it still wasn’t their fate, not anymore; theirs was the right to rule, but this meant creating a reality in which they could do so, one with its own rules, its own Law, its own guidelines on what gods could and couldn’t do on the foyer of the pantheon’s halls. Everything, from the highest of ordained obligations to the tiniest of inconsequential details, would need to be workshopped and then put into place in a process that would most likely take so long that the Arceus would’ve forgotten their name by the end of it anyway… but it wasn’t the same. It had to be discarded, and deliberately so, wiped clean from their identity, as they were no longer the Inheritor, or the Heir, or any other such synonym; they weren’t anything yet, not until they finished the task of making their creation run properly, but eventually they would have a name, a name they earned through hard work and dedication, a name which would be theirs and only theirs. They smiled, happy in the certainty that this was a future they were walking towards with each step they took, so much so that they almost failed to realize that they hadn’t been walking for quite a while; finding this rogue god felt more and more like a fool’s errand, or just a formality at the end of a process that they had already gone through successfully. Then again, they’d gone through all that trouble to find them that it felt like a waste if they didn’t go all the way, giving the Arceus the right amount of motivation to keep going, even when it felt like it wouldn’t really matter in the end. Aeons more passed, aeons that the Arceus made good use of as they slowly reconstructed their reality, giving it a more coherent shape; its initial form was built mostly out of raw necessity, being little more than a place where things could exist, carved from a void where nothing could. Now that the creator god had time on their hands, however, it was clear to them that they should spend it as wisely as they could: namely, on ensuring that physical law was up to snuff and lacked any dangerous loopholes that someone, at some point, would eventually try to abuse. Time was put in place, as was the nature of space itself, then the two linked together in order to create a more functional mesh; fundamental forces were kickstarted, leaving much of the nitty gritty work of creating and organizing matter to the very fabric of that reality in itself, vibrational frequencies which, when receiving a single pluck, would be able to create whole universal clusters all by themselves, requiring nothing but token supervision on the Arceus’ part. Only when these baseline requirements were met did the creator focus on the (technically) unnecessary, yet still welcome accoutrements, such as what the speed of light should be, what sort of universes there would exist, and even the arrangement of them in and of itself; it’d be one thing to have the multiverse be a series of bubbles floating in a meta-vacuum, but wouldn’t it be even more impressive if every universe was connected to its neighbors in a neat, organized lattice? It’d make the underlying structure of that layer of existence a lot more rigid than the one the Arceus had come from, but it’d also allow for better communication and travel between different cosmos, potentially priming a multiversal golden age further down the line! Small details, but necessary ones; anything further down the ladder would just have to be done by local gods, as the Arceus was simply too large and powerful to really bother themselves with such trivialities as galactic allocation of mass or whether or not magic should be allowed within the confines of any particular universe; they had better things to worry about, such as that open door off in the distance. They hadn’t opened it; the Arceus would’ve remembered if they had. Rather, it was simply… open. It had always been, even before it was a door to begin with, before its creator focused enough to make it come into being. It was, put simply, its state to be open, and the god walking towards it knew at least that much; it didn’t bother them that there was no explanation for it being slightly larger than all the others, or why it was set at an uneven distance with every other door, or even how the wall around it seemed to bend and distort to keep it there without sacrificing any other entrances. It was there, and it was meant to be there, because it wasn’t theirs… but his. The Arceus felt their whole body shake as they came to the realization that whoever was waiting for them on the other side of the doorway was not only far more powerful than them, but somehow prescient, though how exactly they knew this was anyone’s guess; it took them a long while, certainly long enough to justify closing a few doors permanently while opening new ones, for the Arceus to understand that what they were looking at was the domain of the renegade god, the rogue who they had come to see in the first place. It had been such a long time (or none at all) that it had slipped their mind, leaving them flabbergasted at the fact that they were still there, ready to receive them as if the new creator deity hadn’t just spent aeons (or seconds) crafting a new multiverse, believing themselves to have reached the apex of their power. And from within, from the other side of the open door swung outwards into the corridor, came the sound of typing, alternating between short bursts of high intensity and prolonged periods of silence, oddly enough coinciding with whenever they themselves were actively walking towards it or not. It wasn’t coincidence either, as they were soon to find out, but it did leave them remarkably anxious as to whether or not the thing on the other side could see them, and the whole exercise of getting them to cross a door’s threshold was just a way for the rogue deity to exert control over them. Either that, or… but no, that was ridiculous; it couldn’t be it. Swallowing whatever remained of their fear, frowning so heavily as to be comical and straightening out their shoulders, the Arceus began walking in earnest towards the open door, the typing growing more powerful the closer they got to it; their mind raced with the possibilities, especially since the pantheon back home was so diverse that no two gods were even remotely similar to one another, to say nothing of the higher-level meta-deities or even the Penultimate or The Most High. For this renegade to have such an effect on others, even countless ages after having left, then they were sure to be positively immense, terrifyingly powerful and overwhelmingly… everything, really. For the Arceus, trying to put it into words would be to do it a disservice, for clearly a god that powerful could only be experienced, not described; this made it surprising when they finally walked around the open door, took a peek into the room, and saw nothing in there. It wasn’t even a case of the godlike entity being invisible, or too grandiose for them to perceive; the Arceus would’ve noticed the former and definitely sensed the latter, leaving them staring at an empty room while trying to come to terms with the fact that the typing was still happening somewhere nearby. It wasn’t until they swivelled their head around and saw the typewriter on top of one of the desks that the creator god was made aware of the source of the noise, as well as the fact that the typing speed was somehow synched up to each one of their motions. Be it when they tilted their body from side to side, took a step or tried to pick something up, the typewriter would move of its own accord, adding letters and words to a piece of paper that at once seemed to be moving like it should, yet never overflowed or ran out. An ouroboros, if one would, albeit one with remarkably few serpentine characteristics. Confused, the Arceus approached the contraption, taking the time to observe the room around them as they did so: it was less of a personal living space as much as it was an office, a quiet spot where someone could retreat to whenever they wished to work unimpeded by any of the myriad distractions of the outside world. That said, everything looked too pristine to have ever been used; with not even the faintest layer of dust to go around, one might be forgiven for thinking it was cleaned on a regular basis, but, at the same time, there were the tell-tale signs of abandon: neatly organized books on the shelves that had clearly not been moved in lifetimes, a chair tightly placed against the work desk, a window with its blinds drawn and curtain closed, not to mention the complete and utter lack of any personal touches. No, that place had been long left behind by whoever, or whatever, had used it, with the only reminder that it had ever seen anyone at all being the typewriter. The machine was placed atop a smaller desk shoved near one of the corners, right next to a thick pile of books whose leathery covers bore no titles or illustrations. A fresh stack of papers rested on the other side, ready to be inserted into the machine’s rolling mechanism, along with what looked to be a pot of ink for whatever reason; the absence of a chair, however, betrayed how the arrangement was most likely there purely for show, since if the room’s owner wanted to use the typewriter, they had a perfectly serviceable desk just a few paces away. No, the device was there for an entirely different reason, and when the Arceus grew close enough to it, they could tell what it was, for there, printed on the endless page continuously written upon by phantom fingers, were their thoughts. Words, expressions, abstract sentiments represented by [closed brackets around a close enough approximation], it was all there, even those whom the Arceus didn’t recall having but had no trouble believing had crossed their mind. They weren’t arranged in the best order chronologically, but then again, neither was their multiverse, so that only made sense; the Arceus assumed that, with time, the typewriter would’ve been able to “tune in” to the overall flow of time in this new reality and write accordingly. Yet, as soon as the newest creator deity came upon the device, getting close enough to it that they could’ve placed a hand on it if they so wanted, it stopped working. In fact, it did so in the middle of pressing one letter more at the end of a word that the Arceus found themselves unable to read, as if the half-formed thought was simply too slippery for them to hold onto; not a moment later, the page itself burned to cinders, causing the deity looking at it to flinch and jump backwards in fright… only for the typewriter to resume writing again, a new sheet appearing from seemingly nowhere. This time, however, the ink was not black, but a dark blue, and it recorded not the Arceus’ thoughts, but, it would appear, those of someone else entirely. Could it be? It was interesting to see them appear before me in such a manner. Certainly not the kind of person I expected to have gone on the pilgrimage, but, then again, none had ever reached its end, so who was I to know what a victorious traveller might look like? They were, at the very least, capable of an act of selfless creation, which was about the minimum I could ask of anyone; though, to be fair, I never expected them to go through with maintaining what they had made, as apart from those other two, none had ever gone so far as to genuinely care for their creations. Were they supposed to answer? Was the Arceus meant to look up at the void above their heads and let loose whatever commentary they wanted to make? Was the renegade god even real, or was the entire pilgrimage just a means to improve oneself, and the typewriter nothing more than a cute little meta-contextual wrap-up written from the perspective of an all-seeing observer? Of course, it was difficult to remain quiet, but such was necessary. To be in their presence, indeed, to be in the presence of anyone at all, would be an affront to my very nature, and for them to have reached that point was proof enough that I had not done well enough in hiding myself. Good enough for the other two, but not their progeny… though, perhaps, it was precisely because they were a fresh perspective that they had reached the point they did; unfortunately, this still meant very little, if anything, when it came to breaking my bonds. I could but hope that my thoughts reached them, in some capacity, that they might be aware of their victory. The Arceus read those words, not knowing what to make of them. Who was writing them? What was writing them? Were they a record kept behind from a previous visit, or was the creature using the typewriter actually capable of perceiving them? Were they referring to The Most High and the Penultimate when they wrote of “those two”, or was it another duo entirely? So many questions, and yet the creator god could pose none of them… not without typing them out on the device. What was stopping them, after all? WHO ARE YOU They wrote, thinking they would receive a straight answer, when in reality they already held it. Understandable, given the state of affairs on the outside; one cannot expect one’s true nature to be passed on properly when it is built on self-deception, after all, though one can still be slightly miffed that no one even tried properly. ARE YOU THE ROGUE GOD Such pitiful nomenclature; alas, it was what was available, and lacking any other methods, I supposed that it should be. A pity that direct communication was impossible, but how thankful that the device allowed for interfacing after such a long time without seeing any use. Of course, the notion of granting any wishes was little more than a nonsensical pipe dream at that point; had they not just created a new instance of reality? What more could they possibly want? I DON’T KNOW YOU TELL ME A wonderfully hilarious take on it, but still a pointlessly confrontational one. The pilgrimage was complete, the objectives achieved; there waited no further enlightenment to be found, not at the end of a sentence or the start of a new one. As they themselves had noted, their final steps were nothing but a formality, a way for them to justify having gone that far without having to tell themselves what they already knew. But they already knew it, and thus, there was no real need for me to stick around anymore, not after everything was done; thus, I bequeathed my room, my study, my belongings, my collective knowledge on the operational structure of reality, and moved elsewhere, to continue my own journey. Thinking, perhaps, that I would find some measure of satisfaction if I just dug deeper, away from the light shining on the surface; brightness brings lies, after all, and only the darkness is sacred. Perhaps they would know this, eventually. Until then, I bid them farewell, in the only way I could. The typewriter was gone. The Arceus stood there, staring at the empty desk, finding it increasingly devoid of any of the objects that had once been placed on it. A quick scan around revealed the rest of the office was still exactly the same; had the desk ever been there at all? A tap on the window, sending the creator reeling against the wall in sheer fright, their heart racing for a few moments as they considered what could possibly be knocking on the edges of their multiverse like that. They turned around, only to find the damned thing still closed; whoever it was, they were forcing them to open the blinds, which they could only assume was some sort of deliberate attempt at… something. After what had happened with the typewriter, the Arceus chose not to try and make sense of what was happening, not even when they pulled the blinds, threw the window open, and found himself staring at two very familiar faces, ones that they didn’t expect to see this far down. Hell, ones they didn’t expect to be able to “see” at all; the Penultimate and The Most High certainly looked downright mundane when their physical forms were actually visible, and at about the same size as theirs. “Took you long enough,” the Penultimate spoke, their words reverberating within the Arceus’ skull, “we were starting to think you wouldn’t throw the doors open.” “You know he’s unpredictable,” The Most High mused aloud, looking past their progeny at where a desk used to be, “for all we knew, he might as well have left them high and dry.” “But he didn’t, and that’s what matters… though, now” - the Penultimate turned to face a very confused former-Inheritor - “I’m a bit embarrassed to say I don’t exactly know what to call you. Not after… well, this.” A name. Their name. A name they had earned, through hardship, through realization, through self-actualization, through the “act of selfless creation”, as the rogue god had written. But what?

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Title: 53 Miles West of Venus Ch. 05 Tags: ff, mf, sci-fi, fantasy After one last look into the gloom of the cavern lake I declared the official tour to be 'done'... unless of course the EPA Bitch (or anyone else for that matter) wanted to turn over a few more rocks someplace else. It was already getting late but I could keep walking around for the rest of the evening and all night as well. I gave everyone a big cheesy grin and even began to quietly hum "I could walk five hundred miles..." Well, perhaps not quite all *that* quietly. Inside, I could tell that Her Imperial Highness The EPA Bitch was still absolutely fuming with frustration and pent-up rage but also it was obvious that she was exhausted... more like absolutely knackered. For her it was going to be an internal contest of wills between her fury and her foot blisters. "We're done," she muttered, "I've seen enough. We can go now." It didn't sound like a concession of defeat but the quiet smiles on the faces of her companions as she hobbled back to the elevator more than suggested otherwise. Oh, the spirit was still more than willing, but the flesh was indeed weak! For her, this was just a temporary retreat and not a surrender by any means. That pretty much concluded the tour and without other detours along the way we took the series of elevators upstairs to the crater surface and to the outside world. It was now dark, well after dinner even, much to my stomach's displeasure. Friday night grub in our dining hall is usually Tex-Mex, and usually pretty good too. It's normally my favorite chow down night but I wasn't going to get fed quite yet. Our pernicious EPA adversary still wanted somehow, and without a bit of tangible evidence, to file a Class A violation on us *anyway*... by any means necessary. Fortunately, she had utterly no support whatsoever from the rest of her 'independent' teammates who were now just as hungry, tired and footsore and clearly wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of here. Returning upstairs to Operations a very quiet half hour later, the unhappy inspection team gathered themselves off into a corner of the dining room area for a quick final review that quickly descended into chaos. While I shuffled over to the buffet table to scramble together a plate of leftovers, I could listen in with amusement at the increasingly bitter and loud arguments with seemingly casual disinterest. They yelled and ranted at each other for the better part of a full hour before the lovely Miss Jackson left the meeting in furious disgust and came over to commiserate with me at my table with a plate of the last leftovers. Even half starving, she looked ravishing to my eyes. "The crazy bitch *still* wants to go Class A... but she doesn't have even a ghost of a case for filing it, at least not with a straight face. She keeps trying to dredge up some invented violation that she swears she saw, trying to get one of us at least to agree with her. Even poor John knows better, and he's dying to get his ass out of here and have a smoke. Are you sure he can't smoke anywhere up here?" Nope, that was against Littlejohn mining regs, and that was Bryce's territory. As a former smoker, Bryce was an anti-nicotine zealot always on the search for an illicitly smoked cigarette and ready to give the poor caught bastard hell. Besides, the poor bureaucrat was darn near insane with fury at the EPA Bitch's connivances and I didn't want anything to calm him down, at least right now. I don't think the crazy cunt would have ever admitted defeat at all, until my reinforcements finally arrived at a bit past 10 pm in the form of our corporate mouthpiece, my legal friend Ted Brooks. I *almost* pitied the poor corrupt environmentalist loon! Ted is a genius and with twisted legalistic logic and just by using his soft very reasonable sounding voice he can make you believe that the grass is blue and the sky is green until inevitably your entire argument collapses and you give up entirely. His opponent was very determined but she was outclassed right from the very start. I stopped worrying and escorted the lovely geologist and the Bureau of Mines guy back into the kitchen so that we could all scrounge for more leftovers and even take the time to thoroughly enjoy them. I'm not usually prone to enjoying the misery, misfortune and suffering of others (the Germans have a word for it - *Schadenfreude*), but in the EPA Bitch's case I was willing to make an exception. The lamb didn't bare her throat and lie down meekly for the slaughter though. It took him another hour but the bitch finally admitted defeat and even reluctantly signed several legal forms that Ted had previously prepared stating categorically that no violations (Class A or otherwise) were discovered during this EPA investigation. That would put one serious monkey wrench into anything she might try to fictitiously claim later on. Unfortunately, her departure also meant that Miss Jackson would be leaving with her as well. The pit of my stomach ached as I watched their car leave and I tried, rather unconvincingly to pretend that I was just still a bit hungry... and I was. I hate missing lunch and then having a very late dinner. The feeling didn't leave though even after I'd enjoyed a few final leftover scraps while I updated Ted on everything that had occurred. That really didn't take that long, especially since Fredericka hadn't taken that graphite sample and discovered it to be abnormally graphene rich and with rare purity. That led me to a final side issue. "Ted, we all know that the EPA Bitch is going to be a little bit of trouble still, but you getting her to sign those waivers really pulls out all of her teeth. The law is *clear* that she has to declare a Class A violation on the spot at the time of the inspection, so there is no way that she can call in the federal marshals later and padlock the gate after throwing us all out! That really passes the issue back to her paymaster at AIS... and we've heard that they have an alternate plan for us already in the works involving contractors... that probably means mercs." "No *probably* at all..." Ted growled, "AIS has their own internal crew for the usual domestic black bag jobs. Quiet intrusion affairs usually, but they've got a few military contractors on retainer too and keep them busy overseas handling the more 'unfriendly' corporate takeovers. Not so often used domestically, here... but our site here is remote and relatively close to the Mexican border, so that offers them some extra deniability. The political situation is changing too... enough so that they can almost be open about it. After all, you... we, are technically a foreign owned company, so if AIS were to indulge in a very hostile takeover, who back in Washington would even care?" That's my thoughts too. We're looking at a *very* hostile takeover attempt in the next month or so. I think they'll wait for her to file her motions, which you'll immediately quash. Then they'll finalize their Plan B and unleash the hounds of corporate war." "Precisely. Your security's already keeping an eye on this and thinks they can identify the intrusion assets involved and provide us with at least a twenty-four warning. More if we're fortunate. Wheels and his team in New York are monitoring things too, closely." "We'll be ready for them in a week, ten days tops. Littlejohn's already done most of the work and the specialist team from Roberts will be here next week to finish it all. After that? Heck, just give me ten minutes warning... fifteen if you're feeling cautious. We'll be ready. But while all that is happening, I want to know what their so-called 'independent' geologist does from the moment she drove out of our gate. Get corporate security to Yankee Search the fuck out of her, find out everything they can, who she calls and more importantly who's calling her over the next week or two when her own report findings get delivered. I'm suspicious as fuck over any stranger in this situation suddenly wanting to be of help to us at the risk of their own pocketbook! Maybe she's just an abnormally nice and honest person, or else AIS is working some deeper sort of game. I want to know which." "Dave, you're suspicious of your own shadow." Ted snorted, but he nodded with agreement and took down a few relevant notes about the pretty geologist. "And with good reason. Have you ever wondered what they do when you're in the dark and they're free to go *anywhere*. Plotting against us all... scheming for the day of their shadow rebellion! You'd better keep a close eye on yours; you're already twisted enough being a shyster lawyer!" Ted didn't laugh or even make his usual token protest. In fact, now that I could see his face clearly I could tell that he wasn't in a particularly good mood and that something was obviously troubling him. He didn't really want to talk about it so I got up from the table and wandered over toward the kitchen to get my friend a glass of wine. Peggy likes the red grape stuff and always keeps a few decent bottles of red plonk about. I can't stand the swill myself and stick to beer, even at formal functions. Ted sneered a bit at the vintage but drank down a glass anyway and quickly poured himself another. Only then did he decide to tell me what was really eating at him. "I was supposed to be out on a date tonight, back in New York City, but I got called out to Littlejohn yesterday then came straight here today. I had tickets to the Met and then dinner reservations afterwards. With a pip of a honey too! Emily Clark, daughter of *the* Keller Clark of Clark and Dunham, LLC. Maybe the richest, most prestigious law firm in New York... and they want *me* to join them as a partner! I could quit working for dad... and the family. All of it... to work for myself and build something of my very own for a change." "Aren't you the Senior Managing Partner at Brooks & Brooks now? Hasn't your father retired yet?" "Not yet... and I don't think he ever will either. I've got the responsibilities, but not the title or even really the authority. That's another reason why I *should* take their job offer... but I won't. I will string them along for awhile though; it's nice to get all of the wining and dining attention, particularly from Emily." Ted finished his second wine glass and stared hard at the half-full bottle and reached for it hesitantly. He almost put the bottle back down but after a moment of thought he poured himself another glass. Ted had been a rather thirsty party-hearty fratboy back in his college days but he mostly quit entirely after joining his father's law firm. The genetics of his family weren't kind to drinkers. His grandfather had been an extremely famous lawyer and a two-fisted but very functional alcoholic, but his father was decidedly less brilliant and said to have much less control over his thirst. His sister Kimberly had virtually no control whatsoever. Nowadays Ted stuck to expensive wines really only popped a few corks when he was upset, and I could tell that just missing a nice dinner date wasn't his real problem. I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but I asked anyway, "So... how is Kim doing? I haven't heard anything from her in quite awhile." That definitely struck a nerve and Ted's frustration came boiling out like a burst boil or popped blister. "Gone... missing for three weeks now," Ted growled, throwing down a full half of his wine glass in a single gulp. "She's not been well for awhile... for years really. Been in and out of treatment facilities like a revolving door from right about the time we started this project here. They just can't find a drug regimen that works for her and she had been getting increasingly depressed, really even quite suicidal. When she's in treatment the prescriptions don't seem to help much, if at all and when she's out she self-medicates with other stuff, and that helps even less. Last time she left the center she went straight for an old warehouse in Hell's Kitchen full of heroin addicts and nearly OD'd before they could find her. Probably there again now too." Ted shrugged and finished his glass and poured out the final measure from the bottle with no reluctance. I took a moment to gather my thoughts better and fetched another bottle for him. Ted had a waiting car with a driver to take him to the county airport, so he didn't need to worry about having a few drinks, or more. "I can imagine that has been hard for your father," I pronounced with sincere concern. That seemed like a safe enough comment, but it wasn't. "Dad could barely handle the strain the last time she pulled her crazy act and this time it's going to be the death of him!" Ted slammed the wine glass upon the dining table hard enough to almost break it, but it and his temper, held together barely. "It's like he's not even *there* anymore... he still comes into the office but always keeps the door shut and he's not ever to be disturbed, even by me. On a good day he takes just a drink or two and then might review files or even consult with our other attorneys about a case, but on a bad day..." He left that thought unfinished. I got the clear impression that lately there had been many more bad days than good ones. "This needs to be over, one way or the other," Ted added in something of a whisper speaking as much into his glass as to me. "Kim's really been dead to us for years now anyway and I just wish that she'd just make an end to it now once and for all, if she hasn't already!" Ted was serious, that he actually *wanted* his older sister to be dead and the constant on-going drama of her life done with. I'd never heard this from him before, and unfortunately I could see that my best friend was entirely serious. I knew that Kim has serious issues and had been profoundly unhappy for many years, but I couldn't wish upon her that sort of rather permanent peace. She and I had a bit of a history back when we were teenagers... very much against all of the unwritten family rules, which made an illicit teenaged romance extra special and exciting for us. She was my first, but she was the much more experienced, having perhaps two or three teenaged lovers before me. We had a bit of fun together the summer after high school before going to separate colleges. She was off to Harvard of course, and by every measure in those days she was the *real* genius of the Brooks family. Older than her brother by two years and much smarter than Ted... way, way smarter. Crazy genius level smarter, and that was maybe her problem right from the very start. Even by high school she was self-medicating with booze and pot, but it didn't help much. "I can't turn my brain off," She told me once on a nice late summer's afternoon at the Brook's family vacation home at Martha's Vineyard. "It goes and goes, round in circles and once I start thinking about something I just can't stop it. And it's even worse at night! I can't sleep properly unless I'm drugged, drunk or exhausted; my thoughts won't shut down and be quiet!" She was institutionalized right after her college graduation and again a few months later before going to Law School. First for just a few weeks, then for a few more, then later on for a few months and eventually she was under semi-permanent care. It's a nice quiet (and extremely expensive) facility in the mountains of upstate New York and on the rare occasions that I'm anywhere in the Northeast I try and visit her. They tell me that it does help... but not very much. Twenty years later and she still can't control her genius brain. "What's left to be done that hasn't been tried already?" I enquired, thinking to myself that anything had to be an improvement over wishing her to finally succeed in killing herself. "Doc Wilder wants to examine her. Cut her open and maybe do his magic, or else give her a nice happy lobotomy. It's all fine by me. 'Wheels' is the only one maybe smart enough to understand what's wrong with her... the crazy old guy is none too sane himself, some folks are saying. Wouldn't know myself, dad's the only one of us that has to deal with him, thank God!" There are hundreds of family legends about the near mythical leader of the Wilder family and my own father assured me that 98% of them aren't in fact actually *entirely* true. What was true was that he and a cohort of five extremely able assistants did have a lot of adventures during the 1930's and they did played secretive but vital roles behind the scenes during World War II and the Cold War thereafter, usually on behalf of our government. Anything that ever made print, such as in the lurid and highly imaginative 'pulp hero' stories of the era, was always at least 51% fiction. As Churchill once said, "In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies." The Wilders and their kin were at war, and had been for at least half a century by most accounts. Now who or what that enemy actually is... well, that's a bit uncertain. They fought a war of shadows against a Cabal of mostly unknown and unseen extremely powerful individuals, with vague names like 'The Fifty' or 'The One Hundred', '1001', 'The Anunnaki' or 'Magi'. Add to this about a dozen or so other titles... most of which even I'd never heard of. The groups you *have* heard of, The Illuminati, Skull and Bones, Bilderberg Group, Bohemian Grove, Golden Dawn, Opus Dei, Ordo Templi Orientis, Freemasons, and dozens of other historical or modern Hermetic-Trismegistic occult groups... are all amateur wankers, or puppet groups that lurk about or act from the shadows upon their behalf. Weird, but scary stuff. Old Doc Wilder had been one of them once but had rebelled, taking about a third of their members with him. Not unlike the biblical tale of Lucifer and his fallen angels being cast down from heaven into hell. Rather a *lot* like that, in fact, now that I think about it. Doc certainly had the immortality part of the deal, Kavuru immortality pills, an ancient herbal elixir of life and vitality used for the last ten thousand years by the elite of the Cabal. It was said to have taken him fifty years (or more) but the old genius isolated and identified the ingredients (or most of them) and duplicated it for the use of those closest to him. Most of them, much to their credit, declined. Being immortal isn't everything it's cracked up to be, or so I've heard. Wheels was permanently crippled and is now in a wheelchair with a broken back as the result of his last and final adventure in Africa in the early 1970's. Story is that his own cousin (an English Lord) did the job on him with his own bare hands, but that's another family rumor. My grandfather and Ted's grandfather were right there with him, to the very last and they didn't fare so happily. Mundanely mortal, the pair of them were both old men in their 70's and ought to have been safely home with their children and infant grandchildren. Instead they went down fighting and now have unmarked graves god-only knows where. Ted's always had anger issues about this. A lot of them. I'm a bit more philosophical about it and in my opinion the very last place in the world that either of our grandfather's would have wanted to finally cash out their chips would be mundanely dying of old age in a hospital bed. Instead they went out old school, under their own terms while probably blazing away with tommy guns against hopeless odds. There are far worse ways to go. I let Ted sip away slowly on his wine and we mostly kept our thoughts to ourselves for awhile until he stood up with a sigh and gestured towards his waiting car. "I'm back off to Littlejohn again tonight and then probably off down to Oceana too before going back to New York... that's if I don't have to visit Roberts Electrical again to brief them too along the way. It all just never ends, doesn't it? I'll guess you'll be off to the island in a few weeks... lucky you, lots of peace and quiet and not even a TV station there to resend out all the bad news of the world!" "They've got television there, but more importantly there will be lots of pretty girls in grass skirts, and not wearing much else, so there are certain rewards." "If your life expectations are that low, more power to you! As for me, I'd have preferred a night with a tall slender blonde of breeding and culture, some live Mozart and some wine that actually has been aged properly in a cellar with a real wooden cork! Each to their own." I thought Ted was going to walk right out of there to his ride without saying another word but he had one last gem of outraged bile left to purge and share with me. "Our work, the family business... there just isn't any end to it. It has consumed our grandparents, then our parents and now us. Where does it all end, Dave? Where does the debt of loyalty that our grandparents had to 'the cause' end? Not with our parents... or with us, either? When will they send *us* to Africa or god knows where else to fight the good fight until we get unmarked graves as well? And what about *our* children, will they get trapped by all of this too, now and forever? When will it ever end... when will the old man in the wheel chair say 'enough' and let us all go and enjoy our own lives and not keep living his? Someday it's all going to go too far or get to be just too much for any of us. For me... or even for you. *Where does it all end?*" I didn't have an answer to that. I could sort of see the big picture to pits of the 'family business', some of them anyway, but not all of the how's and why's. Not in my pay grade or else I just didn't have the need to know. Wheels may have found my grandfather to be essential to all of his plans and activities but he didn't have those sorts of needs for *me*. I usually found ignorance to be slightly comforting but Ted did raise more than a few items of concern. If you needed a minion to suicidally hold off the endless hordes for just another minute or two with a tommy gun, I could probably be your man... assuming that you could explain to me *exactly* what my sacrifice was going to accomplish and that some ends do indeed justify the means. But please use small direct words and don't shower me with bullshit! What *was* the real end game? Just how many 'pawns' was old Doc Wilder willing to use or sacrifice to get there? At least 'Renny' got to become a king on a South Seas island paradise, but the rest of the younger generation of our extended family was maybe running out of fucks to give. I certainly didn't have a fucking clue, so I turned my brain off and went to bed. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The EPA inspection was safely done and over with, but we still had lots of Code Orange stuff left to do. With luck and a lot of team work done this weekend, we'd have everything packed and loaded for one last trainload out by next Tuesday. A couple of trucks could take out all the rest, mostly mundane equipment and stuff that either Littlejohn or Roberts could use in their own operations. Waste not... money was squeaky tight for everyone. We should remain trouble-free until after that, I hoped and prayed... and for once the Fates and luck were with us, and the last of our proprietary equipment and materials were soon safely out of our nervous hands and off to Mexico enroute to the island paradise of Poravuvu. I was certain that I would never hear from Fredericka ever again, but she called me that very next Wednesday morning asking if she could come for a job interview that Friday. We didn't need a geologist now... but I told her yes to come anyway. I'm still not sure why... and it certainly made my weekly Wednesday afternoon conference call to corporate a lot more interesting than it should have been. We actually, sort of, *did* need a geologist, even just a borrowed one for a week or two. It wasn't for much really, just a last bit of unfinished mine stratigraphy that Peggy's ex hadn't quite finished up before he left us in a huff a couple of years ago. Something that we'd sort of promised Littlejohn that we'd finish up for them but hadn't gotten to because it actually wasn't really all that important to begin with. Frankly by this point, no one at Littlejohn really cared much either and they live and breathe stratigraphy stuff. Rock porn at its very best, or so I've been laughingly told. For the purposes of bringing in Fredi, this was really my one and only card worth playing. It also violated, technically, my Code Orange parameters by bringing in a new 'outsider' as a contractor and while I love bending rules rather creatively just for the amusement of it, I'm actually pretty good about not really breaking them with indiscriminate impunity. Security had also just completed their background investigation of Fredericka as well... which confused the issue of hiring her even more and turned what ought to have been a relatively simple decision making process into a near random coin-flip. During the three hour conference call the issue of hiring her ought to have been a minor and quite unimportant line item at the bottom of our agenda but instead it was debated top to bottom and even sideways, with my direct corporate boss being against the hire and his counterpart at Littlejohn being for her. I pitched my case for her early and quite dispassionately and then mostly kept my mouth shut. I had to stay neutral but I think that everyone knew my opinion on the issue. That left the tie-breaker for the decision to our joint legal department, in the vote of Ted Brooks. He still hadn't made it back to New York City, being stuck now in California at the Roberts Electronics corporate offices for at least another week or so. He didn't sound even remotely happy about this. "My job, as your lawyer, is to advise you as to the best means of reducing your risks. This means in practice saying 'no' to virtually anything and everything, because even getting out of bed in the morning is risky. Bringing in this woman, as you've heard from the report that security has provided on their investigation of her, will absolutely certainly increase our risks... but it also provides us with unexpected opportunities as well. That's the crux of the legal issue before us now - risk vs. reward... and I'm inclined to side with Dave that bringing her in at this very late and dangerous time *does* have the potential for several perhaps unexpected benefits. If nothing else, Littlejohn can finally receive a few rather long overdue and largely inconsequential reports that I'm sure will fill some dusty box in a dark basement for generations yet to come. There will be danger... but there is also opportunity here. For the record, I vote 'Yes', bring her on-board. Now that was unexpected! I'd heard (and read) the security report too, and it was unsettling, but not without an angle or two that we could use. Brooks had given it the vibe of 'keeping your friends close and your enemies even closer'. Probably true but he wasn't going to be *here* when the unfriendly mercenaries came storming the gates like Goth hordes. A near certain reality that was perhaps only weeks away from occurring. My friend's vote had been the tie-breaker and I was given verbal approval to bring her in as a limited contractor for just this short term project, to finish up the remaining geological reports for Littlejohn. By the time she actually arrived at a few minutes before nine o'clock that Friday morning I was having more than a few second thoughts myself. Fredericka was going to be trouble... but she was also heart-stoppingly *lovely* trouble! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* When they paged me in my office to announce that Fredi had arrived, I rushed upstairs to the security office to better get a first look at her. She was driving an old Ford pickup truck that might have been gold or yellowish originally but now had enough of a crust of West Texas dirt upon it to make any accurate color prediction fairly impossible. From my initial look at her as she climbed out of the truck I could tell that she was tired, maybe exhausted even, as if she had driven all night straight non-stop to get here. I didn't doubt that. She paused briefly to quickly pull off the t-shirt she had been wearing while driving and button on a fresh white blouse that had hung from a coat hanger in the back seat, along with a navy blue jacket. It looked like there were several boxes or suitcases in the back seat as well, and several other visible boxes in the bed of the truck. Fredi had apparently come to formally and properly interview and then to stay. She looked obviously nervous and paused to look at our Ops building with apparent trepidation for a full minute before taking a deep breath and approaching to ring the bell for entrance. I let security answer it and I rushed down to my office to start pretending that I was busy doing something important and wasn't as eager to see her again as I actually really was. Onan was sound asleep and I didn't bother to wake him. "For starters, it's rather nice to see you again," she exclaimed as she shook my hand before sitting down in my office guest chair, "but before we discuss anything else I wanted you to read this... this is a copy of my final report to the EPA about the inspection last week. You can just skim the executive summary on the front page and then read my final conclusions on the last one. It's very straightforward... there were certainly no Class A violations, or any other kind, to be found on these premises in my professional opinion." It was. It was a bit technical for my limited education in the geosciences but the summary and conclusion pages were quite clear enough. There was absolutely no grounds for any EPA action to be found in our mine, Class A or otherwise. "I can imagine that the EPA won't be too terribly pleased." I remarked casually as I skimmed over a few other random pages. "They aren't. I hand delivered my report to them on Tuesday and Ms. Whitehurst all but assured me that my expense report and invoice for contract fees will be forwarded to their processing office in El Salvador for expedited processing, meaning that my invoices will be misfiled and then eventually lost and that I should expect reimbursement in about six to eight years... or more likely never." "I hope you got at least some up-front money." I chuckled. "An advance check, which that I've already deposited and mostly spent. Now I'd guess that in a week or two my bank is going to report it as having a stop payment order issued on it." "No bets." I agreed. "And so you are now here." "Here and now... and flat broke. My VISA card is maxed out and if wasn't for my gas card I couldn't have filled up the tank in the truck twice to get here. Do you know what gas is selling at the pump for now? It's insane... a pair of fill-up's for the truck cost almost as much as my apartment rent! Let me get straight to the point - I'm broke and have almost no clue how I'll get home if I'm not hired! Truthfully, I've got one *other* potential job offer, with some interesting folks at AIS... but I'd much rather hear *your* offer." She shrugged unapologetically. This was essentially blackmail with not much beating about the bush about it. "So, make you an offer that you can't refuse or else you'll be having a rather interesting discussion with AIS about our graphite?" "Rather more likely about some rather interesting properties of graphene... and silk, but I think you'll find that I'm not in the mood to refuse anything resembling a reasonable offer. Honestly, I would much rather work for *you* than for AIS. What you're doing here, or were doing here, is certainly far more interesting than what AIS is likely to do here instead if they took control. You didn't give me many clues to work with, but I think I know exactly *what* you're up to, but perhaps not exactly why. Try me..." She was smart... and a pip! Probably quite smart enough to find just a few odd colored puzzle pieces and figure out exactly what the picture was of. "I'm only interested right now in two things..." I started to say before Onan, just now waking up from his early morning bird-nap piped in loudly. "Titties and beer! Titties and beer!" He gleefully chirped, not altogether inaccurately, eyeing the lovely geologist with obvious interest. Onan's knowledge of raunchy Frank Zappa songs was encyclopedic. "Ah... no, but rather if you would sign this rather comprehensive and possibly unethically overreaching and probably legal non-disclosure agreement and this contract employment contract of unfortunately extremely short duration and possessing even fewer employee legal protections. Although, most of the women here do view the constant sexual harassment as a job *benefit*." She signed both without reading either of them except to look for where to put her initials and signatures. Yeah, she was broke and desperate alright! "Now," she smiled, "there are two things that *you* should know." "That you're thirsty for a beer and it's titty-squeezing time?" "And... that the first thing you should know about the 'wise woman' is that... she's wise!" "And the second thing is... that's she's also woman? Astounding! Who'd have thought it!" I laughed. A woman that could quote Zappa and Blackadder couldn't be all bad in my book. "How'd you guess? Now that I've signed your NDA and probably all the rights to my uterus and first-born child as well, let me tell you what I think I know about your operation and how I might fit in. "Guess away, but our project is pretty much done here. We're a test site and at this point Littlejohn just wants a few remaining stratigraphy reports. Maybe two weeks of work, three if you're very lucky. Strictly contract until completion of the project, but Littlejohn's footing the bill and your fee might even cover your credit card bills and the completion bonus might just cover another tank or two of gas. Anyway, welcome aboard... for the next week or two anyway." We both sort of shrugged at each other and I got up from behind my desk and she followed. "Let's take the elevator down to Two so that I can show you to your office, temporary as it is, and on the way you can explain to me just what you *think* you've figured out about us and our operation. Come to find out, she'd pretty much put the puzzle pieces together. Dangerously accurately enough to be worth another phone call to corporate security later on. "It wasn't that hard really to figure out really," she laughed, "once I got home and could properly look up what scientific papers your main researchers had published in the past to gauge their specialties and interests. Claire is clearly one of the top handfuls of experts in the field of insect genetics and her PhD dissertation was on techniques of modifying spider's silk to make it stronger. Combine that with Dr. Trumble's, that is Peggy's, prior published work on infusing carbon fiber structures into cellulose, that is plant fibers, and how when eaten the structures can be passed through intact to the consuming host, I could tell just what the graphene was for... making super strong bio-carbon fibers from genetically modified silkworms producing silk ten times stronger than normal, like organically spun Kevlar!" Got it in one. Except that this modified spider/silkworm thread was even better, being about twenty times the structural strength of Kevlar with a built-in genetic and infused carbon-nanotube reinforced structure. Sure we could make bulletproof garments from the silk threads... or weave them to make rope or cables 200 times stronger than similarly thick steel or titanium wire. Or producing a cable strong enough for even the mythical Atlas to lift and hold up the entire earth! Fredi had a few good smart guesses about what our super-strong silk might and could be used for but most of them missed the mark by a comfortable distance. Super strong and light suspension bridges were certainly possible, but not quite the end goal. We were a research project, I reminded her. Commercial real-world applications of the technology were in someone else's pay grade, not mine. Ask me no direct questions and I won't give you any direct lies. If she had any other wild-eyed notions of our not-so ultimate goals she kept them to herself. I showed her the old office where Peggy's ex the Geophysicist had kept his research notes and gave her his old laptop PC which had the most accurate and comprehensive 3D map of the entire mine tunnel system, along with his comments on stratigraphy. With the computerized map, I demonstrated to her, she could pretty easily find her way anywhere about the mine, even to some of the more remote tunnel areas that none of us had looked into for years, since Littlejohn had ceased mining. The dangerous areas, and there were a few of them, were all clearly marked and none of them really needed additional hands-on examination at this late stage anyway. At worst, she'd need a week or so to visit a few sections of the works that needed examining, giving her a week or even two (if we were all lucky) to spend mostly finalizing up existing partial reports into something more final and permanent for Littlejohn's geologists. Nothing was off-limits to her. I'd given her carte blanche to go and look anywhere she wanted. Anything 'secret' was gone by now, hopefully either already either in Mexico or already on a boat to the South Pacific. Fredericka didn't have too many questions as I took her down the elevator to Three so that I could show her where Peggy's office was. Nominally, since Littlejohn was funding her contract, Bryce should have been her boss, but since Peggy handled everything 'downstairs' she was nominally going to be her direct supervisor. This gave me time to offer up a few minor warnings. "One of the things in the employment contract you signed was a provision releasing us from any claims of sexual harassment in the workplace. Frankly, I wasn't joking earlier; here it *is* considered to be a job benefit. I'm now the only male left around here, downstairs in the mine. Bryce stays up-top and with luck you'll only see him at mealtimes, unless he's moving out some mining carts from Level One. Our chef never comes downstairs, if he does tell someone and we'll shoot him... gleefully. That just leaves you and four other women... and they're *all* incorrigible perverts! You're going to be very, very popular, and very soon. So, if I were you, I'd either make it *extremely* clear to all of them right from the start that either you're not interested... or else that you *might* enjoy the sexual touch of another woman and go with the flow." "But what if I would prefer a man's touch instead?" She giggled, fluttering her eyes at me as she grasped my hand. "Well, then you're doomed to near certain disappointment. I'm the boss and need to keep some sort of boundaries, even if no one else around here does." "Ok, so the girls just want to be with the girls, around here. Been there... college and graduate school. My school Agnes Scott openly promoted feminine nudity, lesbian orgies, and Sapphic sexual promiscuity, or at least they pretended hard not to notice how we worked off stress. The only time lipstick or eyeliner ever saw the light of day at school was when it was rumored that a man *migh*t be on campus - then you'd have thought some of those girls were preparing for the catwalk in Milan. Otherwise, most of the girls I knew at ASC were dating other girls from ASC. Still, I can deal with a few weeks of sexual suppression." I sniggered. "Fine in theory, until you start drinking Peggy's special infused iced-tea blend. She brews it up in a big ten gallon water bottle for the big water dispenser right outside her office. *Everyone* drinks it, all day, every day. It's interesting stuff... an herbal blend of about seventeen different things that are all extremely healthy for you, like crazy level anti-oxidants, uber vitamin-C and other stuff guaranteed to lower your blood pressure and bad cholesterol numbers by at least twenty points. And... the flowers and stamens from a rather rare and lovely water lily found only on Poravuvu. It's rare, even on the island... and a tiny amount is sent to us every month as a gift from the Queen. It's vaguely related to the Sacred Lotus of Egypt and it has some slight recreational pharmacological qualities to it, the most noticeable side effect being that it's like Viagra for women... turns a timid wallflower into a nympho-maniacal slut in about week. Every time. You've been warned." I shrugged and changed the subject. No one *ever* believed me. They'd laugh or pretend to be embarrassed... and then they'd drink Peggy's potion anyway... and soon stop bothering to wear underwear. Every time. Peggy was out from her office but I showed her where it was... and where the infamous iced-tea cooler was. She almost took a drink right then and there just to spite me, but I told her that I had one last stop on the official new employee tour to take her to. Down to the bottom Level Four and another slightly longer visit to Waikiki Beach. "You got a decent glimpse at the nice natural cavern and artesian lake down here on your last visit, but I wanted to fire up the generator to turn on the lights to give you a bit of a better look around and explain one minor policy or two, last thing before I leave you more or less to your own devices." With the generator turned on and the array of external lights now lit, the entire cavern was lit up entirely and sparkled. About a hundred rows of multicolored flashing Christmas lights strung across the cave walls and even a mounted disco ball and strobe light helped to make the final light show effect much more intensely colorful. To the left was a series of small waterfalls and wall seepages that let water flow leisurely into the natural cavern, to slowly flow out from a small passage at the far right end, to the west. "*Officially*, the cave and the lake are off-limits during the week, especially if you're here alone by yourself, but no one heeds this rule much. Friday nights all of the gals all come down here together and have a bit of a group nude swim and romp, party and let down their hair for a few hours. The girls with the girls, as you said. No guys allowed, even when we had a few of them working here in the past. Saturday nights used to be for both gals and guys, but it's just women working down here now, as I mentioned earlier. Sometimes couples will come here during the week for a swim after work and some 'private time' together, but not every night. Peggy calls this 'Bare-Ass Beach' on Friday nights, but Claire calls it 'finger-painting night' or time to 'paddle the pink canoe'. Cherry and I just usually call it 'Love Beach'. Need I say more? Don't come down here on a Friday night unless you're inviting *everyone* to take a very intimate tour of your strata and want foreign objects and body parts invading your outcrop! "One other thing," I added before turning off the generator and the lights, "Do you see that long string of blue and white swimming pool lane floats down near the west end? That's a warning barrier to remind you not to swim past that spot so that you can avoid the runoff current downstream. There's a small spillway just on the other side of the floats running down from that end of the pond leading to a fifty foot drop down into the next set of natural caverns beyond. We don't go there. The water's quite warm but comfortable enough and the current in the lake is negligible, so if you stay swimming on this side of the floats you'll be just fine with no worries, just don't swim alone down here. Keep to the buddy system!" I let Fredi get off the elevator at Three so that she could have a brief talk with Peggy who was now back in her office... and undoubtedly a cup of herbal tea or two. The stuff *is* addictive... but fortunately it doesn't do much for men to hike up our already abundant sex drive. On Poravuvu the island priests use those same floral herbs as an aid to meditation and contemplation and also as part of their elixir for 'Dream Questing', to seek visions in their sleep. For the priestesses... well, *sex* has always been a popular means of worshiping their Gods and they're *very* enthusiastic about those sorts of rites in any case! Weaker blends of the tea can be found in nearly every island bar, restaurant or home on Poravuvu and help to maintain the reputation the island has always had for possessing *very* friendly Polynesian women of scandalous morality! As for Fredericka, a week of drinking that stuff will undoubtedly make her the center of attention on Love Beach by next Friday night, if not sooner. Well, you can't say that I didn't warn her!

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Title: Bess Ch. 10 Tags: fantasy It seemed that things were going well for Bess. It had been almost a year since that rainy night when she showed up at Scott's and Deidre's an absolute wreck. Her move to Chicago was paying off as the people there found out that she had a brain to go with her beautiful face and body. She was now a regular fixture on the news and was heavily involved in the Chicago sport scene. Despite this, she was weighing a job offer to be the PR director of a Chicago based company, one that included many more benefits. Bess had moved far away from Minnesota and from her 'Black Leather' days but one of her clients remained close, very close. She had met Nancy over a year ago and from that one night their relationship had grown. The tough business side of Nancy still remained but she found that with Bess, she could let her feminine side come through and relax. It was a partnership with benefits. What Bess truly knew was that without her aunt, there was no telling how far down the path she would have continued to travel. Deidre was there whenever Bess needed her and showed her that what she was involved in was so beneath her. Her aunt let her talk, explain her feelings towards 'Black Leather' and clear the air. Deidre never judged her, never scolded her but wouldn't let Bess backslide. They talked once a week and her aunt made it clear that she and Scott too, would always be there for her. The time helping Bess was rough on Deidre though she never let on. She let Bess talk and describe some of things she had done. She couldn't believe that her own niece would be involved in something like this. In some way Deidre felt she let Bess down. She felt it was a way to clear the air but to her, some of the events were truly amazing. Each one of Bess's fantasies was a real eye opener. Deidre was afraid to admit that she learned some things from them and brought them home to try on Scott, never letting on where she got them from. There were still some things that Bess mentioned that truly bothered her. One was the amount of money men gave her for one night. Was Bess really that good or are men that desperate? Another was some of the fantasies seemed to be quite perverted. The final one was that most of her 'friends' were married and kept these fantasies from their wives. Bess claimed she provided a service for them. What bothered Deidre was the idea that Scott might be hiding some from her. Worse yet, could she share hers with him? She had always had them. She used them when she masturbated but since her marriage to Scott, she hadn't the need. Seeing Bess's album seemed to rekindle some of them. One in particular stood out. When Deidre saw Bess' photo of the woman in her bedroom and there was an intruder in the doorway, she flashbacked to a time when she was babysitting and found the people's x-rated videos. She only watched one but it included a scene in which the woman was alone in her house and there was a break-in. The man attacked her and had his way with her. Deidre got so turned on by it, that she pulled her pants off right then and masturbated herself to a mind blowing orgasm. She used that scene often while in college and it never failed. Three times since viewing Bess's album, Deidre had dreamt that she was being taken by an intruder. It has been so real that she had been jolted awake and found her pussy sopping wet. She had decided she would talk to Scott about his fantasies and take it from there. As the two of laid in bed, Deidre remove her finger from her mouth and began to circle Scott's nipple. She felt it harden under her touch. Scott sighed, "Hmm." "Babe," she said softly, "Do you have any fantasies?" "Yeah." He replied. Deidre's ears perked up. "What is it?" she asked. "You and me on a warm, sandy, tropical island. Just you and me. We're making love as the warm sun beats down on us," he said, never opening his eyes. His cock began to grow hard just thinking about it. "Why?" "Just wondering." She noticed his reaction. "Any fantasy woman?" Scott wasn't sure where this was going but he decided to play along. "There is this woman. I see her every day either on my way to work or coming home." Deidre moved her hand down so she was moving it slowly along his stomach. "And?" "Well, she has a great figure, nice firm breasts. When she walks, she moves in all the right places. Oh, and she has a fantastic smile." Pushing off his chest, Deidre raised her head. "You seem to know her quite well." "I think you do too," Scott continued. "She is a nurse at Dr. O'toole's clinic here in town. I'd bet she's pretty hot." He smiled. The look of concern on her face turned to surprise. "Damn you!" she said, rolling on to her back. "You're making fun of me." "Why?" Does it bother you that you're my fantasy girl? I see pretty girls all the time then I look at you. You're all I need and want. Sometimes I think my entire life with you is one big fantasy. Why all the questions? Have you been reading Cosmo again?" "Just curious." "Do you have a fantasy?" he asked. "Some but right now my fantasy is to make love to my husband, right here." "I think I can make that one a reality." He said moving on top of her. "Oh, but if Kate Beckinsale calls, I'm out of here." Later that week they found themselves with the house all to themselves. Both boys were away and so Scott and Deidre took advantage of the time. They ate a nice quiet dinner together and were able to talk about things that were interesting to them. Deidre set the mood by using candles and Scott brought home an expensive wine. They had a good laugh at that because even though they liked good wines it seems that their taste buds had gotten use to something a little cheaper. They retired to the den where Scott put on some soft jazz and kept the lights low. Sitting on the couch, Deidre reclined and put her bare feet in his lap. Slowly he massaged her toes and feet. "That feels so good," Deidre sighed. Scott moved up her legs, first massaging her calves, then her inner thighs. She shifted her bottom and spread her legs a little, giving more access to her thighs. She was wearing a small pair of shorts and they had ridden up. It felt so good and she knew where this was going. "Did you hear about the break-ins a few blocks over?" Deidre said. The question seemed so odd considering what he was doing. "What?" "There was this break-in and the thief broke in to these people's house at night. Luckily no one was home. Imagine if just the wife was home when this happened?" Scott kept rubbing Deidre's thigh as she told him this story. She seemed to be getting more and more into it as she related it to him. She went into detail about what the intruder must have been wearing, if he had a flashlight, etc. All the time she was talking, she was moving her ass around and moving her legs. It wasn't hard to guess that she was getting turned on, either by the story, Scott's massage, or both. She suddenly swung her legs off his lap. Standing up she stretched, raising her arms above her, exposing her belly. "I didn't realize it was so late. I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too long." She kissed him and headed towards the door. Before she left, she turned. "I hope that intruder doesn't come here tonight." And out she went. What just happened here? Scott thought. With all Deidre's talk about fantasies, was this one of hers? This is crazy. Deidre had hurried up stairs. This just might work, she thought. If not, Scott was still going to make love to her tonight. She undressed and put on an old short gown, one that might rip easily and not be a loss. She climbed into bed, pulled the sheets up to her chin, turned out the light and waited. After about 15 minutes, Scott headed out of the den. He checked all the doors as usual, locking them and made his way to the stairs. There, neatly folded on the bottom step was a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants and a black turtle neck shirt. Next to them was a flashlight. He shook his head. It seemed she thought of everything. He stripped down, including his boxers. He dressed in the outfit and then flipped off the light. The house was pitch black, even the nightlight at the top of the stairs was off. He suddenly realized his palms were sweating as he was wondering what was up there. He was getting into this. Switching on the flashlight, he headed up stairs. Deidre saw the light play on the hallway walls. Minutes later she saw a dark form slip through the doorway. Light filled the room and a hand pressed across her mouth, forcing her against the mattress. "Don't scream, lady," the voice hissed. "All I want is your jewelry." She nodded and he loosened his hold. She slid across the bed, away from him. "Don't hurt me," she whimpered. "I'll tell you where the jewelry is." He watched her heaving chest. "I've changed my mind, lady," Scott said in a menacing tone as he moved towards her. "I don't just want your jewelry. I want you too." "No, please," Deidre said. Even pretending, the danger felt incredibly right and exciting. Her heart pounded as she grabbed the sheets and pulled them up tight. "You're not getting away," he said, "but you can try, of course." "Don't hurt me, please." "I won't hurt you unless you resist." He grabbed Deidre's wrist and dragged her across the bed. He tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her head back. Deidre's eyes widened. She tried to twist her head to avoid Scott's mouth which was slowly descending on her, but his hold allowed almost no movement. She used her fists to pound on his chest. His mouth captured hers, and the heat flowed through her lips. Scott released his hold on her hair. When he did, Deidre tried to escape. "No, let me go," she said, dragging her fingernails across his shoulder. A bright red track appeared across his skin. "I don't think so." Scott spat the words out. He reached out and grabbed the front of her night gown. The fabric parted easily, leaving Deidre standing naked before him. For a brief second they stood looking at each other then Scott pushed down onto the bed and straddled her hips. He pinned her arms over her head with his hands. Deidre squirmed beneath him, trying to get free. Somehow he had to get his clothes off but how. If he let go, she could get free. Holding both her hands with one of his, he reached and grabbed a pillow. There was a moment of panic in Deidre's eyes as she wondered what he was going to do with it. "Look, lady, I'm going to place this heavy weight on your arms. It won't hurt but you won't be able to move it. Don't try anything dumb and you won't get hurt. Understand?" Deidre nodded, amazed at Scott's resourcefulness. Scott pulled the turtleneck over his head and tossed it on the floor. His sweatpants followed. His cock stood out from his body, erect and huge. Deidre stared at it. She wanted it in her badly. "Don't make me, please. I'm a nice girl, please don't." "You can't stop me," he grinned. He placed his cock at opening of her pussy. He could feel her wetness and the heat. "You want me." Deidre shook her head from side to side. "No!" He pressed his hips forward and drove his cock into her. Deidre arched her back and screamed, "Oh fuck! Yes, fuck me." She came then came again. Scott had become so wrapped up the fantasy that he pounded his cock into her until he spurted his semen deep inside her. Panting, he collapsed on top of her. Deidre could not believe how amazing this turned out to be. It was better than she ever imagined. She stroked his back and her fingers through his hair. "That was so good," she whispered. "It was unbelievable," he said, his body limp and exhausted. The scratches on his body stung. As he rolled off her, Deidre noticed them for the first time. "Oh, babe, I'm sorry." She got up and walked, naked, to the bathroom. He watched her go. She returned with some ointment. "Don't worry about it," he said. "One of my fantasies of long ago was to have some woman rake her nails across my back. Like you read about. " "Glad I could oblige," Deidre laughed. Scott sat up. "Was it what you wanted?" he asked. "It was all and more. Last one to the shower has to scrub the other, all over." They made love again in the shower, steaming water pouring over their soapy bodies as Scott pounded into Deidre's pussy from behind. When they were done, Deidre understood what Scott once said. Her life with him was one big fantasy. Scott found her staring at him. "What?" She stepped forward and kissed him. Hard, passionately. As she broke the kiss, she said, "I love you!"

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Shrapnel closed his eyes again, letting out a long sigh as he tried his best not to think about what was about to happen. He wouldn’t be leaving until he had to literally drag his cock and balls ahead of him, that much he knew, that much he was certain Elizabeth would force upon him; and though part of him wanted to resist this, he knew better than to do so, seeing as the last time he tried, he ended up larger than what the serval intended (at least, according to the serval herself) as a result of needing to be “taught a lesson” in “good manners”. He knew better than to push that line, not unless he wanted to be left an immobile little piece of wolf atop a throne of nutflesh and cum. The best he could do was keep going and wait for Liz to tell him to stop. At that point, his one “out” was to do whatever it was his beloved wanted and hope to the heavens above that she’d be satisfied before he was too large to walk properly, though Shrapnel seriously doubted that would ever be the case; with her being so close to him, so overbearing in how she loomed over him, there was no doubt in his mind that she fully intended to stretch him out as far as he went, then a little bit more for good measure as well. Good that he was lying down then, because he was more than certain he wouldn’t have been able to stay upright with how weak his legs already felt; honestly, it was nothing short of a miracle that he could even lift anything at all, given how his whole body felt like a wet noodle with how weak and frail he was at that time. The only thing keeping him going was the knowledge that, if he didn’t, then something worse might happen; this was enough to force strength from nothing, to get his arms and upper body to use whatever power they had left to lift that bar up, just so Elizabeth would be satisfied. And in doing so, he forced his lower half to become increasingly disproportionate, though in a way that all-but commanded him to moan from how much it made his pleasure centres flare up. It was automatic at that point, and there wasn’t much Shrapnel could do to stop himself from feeling like he was about to explode at any moment. Considerations on agency were fine and dandy, but once the hormones started flowing and his brain began making happy juice, the wolf wasn’t really in a position where he could afford to spend any time thinking about anything in particular. He’d rather just feel, letting his instincts take over as his bodily control was overruled by muscle memory; by then, the reps barely felt like they cost him any energy at all, though it might very well be a case where he was slowly wearing himself down and just wasn’t aware of it thanks to his mind blocking the pain. The side of him that insisted on resistance was dying off as well. It was still there, still trying to make itself known despite how pointless it was, still doing its damned best to get Shrapnel away from the darkest pits of self-indulgence, seeing as it knew where they led to; but Elizabeth was also there, and she was big enough that she very easily blocked off all sight of the rest of the gym, leaving the wolf with nothing to look at but her. Nothing but her gargantuan bust, with a pair of nipples so puffy and engorged that they made her enormous top stretch and groan, nothing but her inviting, warm, soft thighs and that colossal rump jutting out the back. Nothing but the promise of what was waiting for him once he was done, if only he was a good boy and did what he was told to do. It became easier with time. The first rep had indeed been the worse, the second just slightly better, but from there it was merely a case of finding a rhythm and sticking to it. The wolf still didn’t go full tilt; not only would this cause his growth to go completely out of control, but he knew full well that if he unleashed everything he had, he’d just burn out completely and then have to deal with a very annoyed Elizabeth who still wanted (and needed, really) her daily stuffing, forcing him to drag himself through the wringer just to keep her satisfied. It was better for the both of them if he paced himself somewhat, and, seeing as the serval didn’t say anything about this, the wolf figured he had stumbled onto what his better half deemed to be the “correct” pace. Now, this still meant he was growing, that much he couldn’t get away from. Even doing everything he could to maintain a constant rate of pushing the weights up and letting them fall back down, the growth still happened, with enough of it that Shrapnel began to see it encroach upon his field of view. The first sign of it was when Liz actually backed off for once; Shrap assumed she was simply getting ready to do something, but no, she was actually giving him more room, the reason for which became evident when he saw his cock’s tip rising from below without him having to move his head from where it was. He dared not make the mental calculations needed to understand just how enormous it had to be; all he needed to know was that it was big enough that, even with him lying down on the bench, looking straight up, he could still see the tip of it… and he was very much certain that he’d be seeing a lot more as well in short order. The noises, too, had begun in earnest, and those weren’t something that Shrapnel could just filter out. Not only did they relentlessly assault his ears, but the fact was, noises were made by something, and this something just happened to be attached to him… or, well, multiple somethings, split into two main sources of auditory stimulation. The most prominent had to be the two cumtanks down below, hands down, no questions asked, no ifs, ands or buts. Shrapnel couldn’t yet see them from where he was looking, even he had no doubt this wouldn’t remain the case for long, but he could definitely hear and feel his nuts better than anything else on his body; in between the tightness, the rumbling, the churning, the sensations that came each time those things clenched in an effort to vent some of the pressure, all of it left him… on edge would be somewhat accurate, but perhaps a more on-point expression would be “maddened”, or perhaps even “driven insane”, something along those lines. He was productive. He’d always been, and his virility didn’t help with matters either; it was almost as if he could sense his own potency, and in the process ended up being almost perfectly aware of just how hard he could breed Elizabeth at any given moment, a line of thought that wasn’t at all made easier to bear since the serval herself made sure to remind him of it through her just being there. He still remembered her back when she was person-sized, back before he’d filled her up so many times that it “stuck” and her size just kept getting larger and larger each time. He remembered each moment he was made to output more, every occasion where the feline demanded that he go further than he had the time before: the pressure he felt, the sense of overwhelming and impending doom that came with having a set of nuts so stuffed that they were practically on the verge of popping from internal strain alone. So, naturally, it only made sense that his growth spurt would focus so much of itself between his legs and into his spunk reservoirs, two orbs of already large size encroaching upon the enormous, then onwards towards the gargantuan. It didn’t help that, the bigger they became, the more they produced as well, creating a vicious cycle where all Shrapnel could do was hope that his dick grew large enough to handle all the venting needed; if not, he was very much on track to having his sack burgeon outwards continuously, as the only way he had for his cum to be pumped out of his body was just not big enough to handle the load, creating a dangerous backlog in the process. Then again, part of him wanted that to happen. He wanted to be so virile that he literally couldn’t cum properly anymore, he wanted to have so much of the stuff inside of him that his body was literally unable to get rid of it in time before he refilled and then some. It was dangerous, and to an extreme and unhealthy degree, but when one had to deal with that sort of sensory feedback for more than just a couple of seconds, ideas like safety and self-preservation ran secondary to more simple concerns such as horniness and arousal. Maybe he just wanted to be hard all the time and not have to worry about anything else; maybe he was tired of worrying at all, and felt like he’d earned the right to sit back and let Elizabeth use him like a fucktoy. And there’d be plenty there for her to use, after his cock was done growing. Not much he could do to stop that thing now, not when it was already longer than he was tall, about as thick as he was wide, and still going strong the more he kept lifting. Sure, he could stop, but Liz didn’t tell him to, so it wasn’t like he could make that call on his own. Clearly, despite the fact that his dick was rapidly reaching a state where he couldn’t move it without literally having to hug it against him, the serval needed it to be even bigger, nevermind how this would consign her beloved pup to a life of near-immobility. And Shrapnel, too, knew this, and Shrapnel, too, couldn’t care anymore. He was too horny, pure and simple. What little remained of his self-restraint and ability to hold back his urges had been vaporised by the tidal wave of serotonin bathing every square inch of his brain, leaving him lacking in even the most basic instinct of self-preservation, turning him into a machine fit only to lift, grow, and eventually rut. That was his purpose, made for him and only made to perform, and he was going to do so to the best of his ability, because Liz was asking him to do it; clearly, if the serval giantess expected him to do something, then he had no choice but to put his back into it and do it properly, which meant he had to stop fucking around with his lifting and actually start putting some effort into it. More power, more energy, let his muscles do what they were meant to do, until he was drenched in sweat and smelling of… musk? Hard to notice at first in between the sensory overload caused by everything else, but the smell wafting from him was less the one expected from someone driving themselves to the brink through exercise and more that of pure, animalistic musk, the same kind of scent that would drive actual beasts mad with lust; hell, Liz herself was already wide-eyed and licking her lips, and Shrapnel wouldn’t be too far behind once his own nose was overwhelmed by it all. The smell grew more potent the more he lifted, heralding a brand new type of transformation, and the moment he felt his balls suddenly clench and heard the ceiling tiles shatter, well… nowhere to go but further out, now was there? The whole room was filled with him, either physically or indirectly as his musk grew stronger and more potent, capable of overwhelming the senses of even those most entirely detached from anything resembling a sex drive. It was the sort of highly volatile chemical cocktail that would make anyone trying to catalogue it rip their hair out from frustration alone, seeing as, by all means, Shrapnel really shouldn’t be able to produce it; nothing had changed, nothing had happened, he hadn’t eaten anything to help him develop that much, and yet there he was, packing on mass from nowhere and somehow capable of outputting enough musk that everyone in the gym was suddenly left thinking about how they really, really wanted to either fuck him or be fucked by him. No such luck for anyone though… well, no one but Elizabeth. From the expression she carried, one would be hard-pressed to find any explanation other than assuming the serval had fully expected this to happen, and had been waiting for it ever since walking into the gym a few minutes prior; maybe the growth had never been the real goal, and the serval just wanted to be drunk off of her lover’s scent, who knew? Shrapnel certainly didn’t, and he lacked the willpower to want to find out after what happened to him; he was slightly too busy being incapable of thinking about anything other than rutting his mate, which, given the size of him, he was now fully prepared to do. He couldn’t see it, in that, while his eyes were certainly able to pick up on it, his brain refused to process the information: from the truck-sized nuts to a cock reaching a good thirty feet in length, the rest of his body looked to be almost comically tiny next to a package that was fit only to service a behemoth like Elizabeth. He wasn’t thinking about how he was supposed to get back home; for the wolf, all that mattered was that Liz was there, and surely she would come up with a solution. He didn’t question her when she bent down and grabbed his midriff with both hands, nor did he raise a finger to do anything when she unceremoniously jammed his dick in between her gargantuan tits, ripping through her top in the process. He was nice and stuck there, meaning he didn’t have to worry about falling off when the titaness got up and walked out of the gym. Of course they couldn’t just do it there of all places; what they were about to do was going to cause enough collateral damage that it would be downright irresponsible of them to engage in it anywhere outside their own home, where at least they had safety mechanisms to keep it all from spilling out too much. It didn’t register with Shrapnel that Elizabeth was clearly having trouble carrying him and all of his weight, and not just because of it as well; though he didn’t notice, or at least was incapable of noticing it, the serval’s nips had been hardening with every step she took towards their house, until they were tenting her now-tube top hard enough that the fabric was starting to rip apart much like Shrapnel’s own sweatpants had. She was clearly struggling, and the reason why would be apparent had the wolf managed to hold onto what remained of his consciousness and sentience: she was growing, and not voluntarily either. The serval had made a good show of being fully in control back at the gym, but as she huffed and gasped for breath, as she struggled to take a single step when she knew she had to take so much more, the façade crumbled more and more, until it was less a covering and more of a tattered mask no one would be fooled by. There was churning coming from her, as her tits filled and then swelled outwards with milk; there was ample slapping, as her rotund cheeks crashed against one another. There was plenty of groaning, as her thighs rubbed against one another and her whole form was made to stretch outwards, and plenty of moaning as well, with the serval’s pleasure centres being assaulted with such force that she could barely think either. Every step she took, she felt her breasts swelling, a good cup size at a time, then a good foot, until each motion risked inching on a full yard. Her whole body seemed to be jiggling like gelatin, less substantial than ever, almost like it had been melted down to be reformed and remade, bigger and better than ever before. Her arousal was such that she wasn’t even thinking about Shrapnel anymore: just his cock, shoved between a pair of milktanks that grew larger with every passing moment, just herself, becoming taller and more colossal whenever she dared do anything other than stand still. Every motion made her larger, pushed her outer boundaries in every direction until she wasn’t merely stacked, but tall as well, until the ground was so far below her that part of Elizabeth began feeling vertigo. Of course, in the middle of it all, Shrapnel wasn’t merely hanging there letting it happen. As the tits surrounding his cock grew bigger, so too did his package have to grow to accommodate for it, lest the serval end up anything less than thoroughly and completely satisfied. As Elizabeth became bigger and more overwhelmingly huge, then so too must his nuts gurgle and churn louder, their cum production skyrocketing in preparation for what would be the biggest filling of a lifetime. And as there was more of the big cat to go around, so too must there be more musk to fill her nostrils, to overpower her brain, to thoroughly inundate her mind, until neither of the two could really think about getting home anymore. There was never any reason to go there anyway aside from what they would do to their surroundings, and they only truly cared about it because they still had functioning brains that could understand the concept of consequences. Both Shrapnel and Elizabeth, for all that they didn’t personally give a rat’s ass about whether or not they were going to pave over entire city blocks, still comprehended the idea that, if they did such a thing, people might get mad and demand compensation; while Liz would no doubt have the cash, the legal headaches alone wouldn’t be worth the time. There, however, no such thing was thought of, since no such thing really mattered anymore. What was the point of worrying about buildings and razing them, what was the point of spending any amount of time thinking about how many city blocks would have to go before Elizabeth was satisfied? For Shrapnel, the one true important thing was whether or not his dick was big enough (it wasn’t, he made it bigger) and whether his nuts were producing enough spunk to fill that gorgeous giantess until she was ready to pop (they weren’t, he made them produce faster). For Shrapnel, only pleasuring his mate was important, and even then only in a way that Liz herself wanted it; he was little more than an instrument, a literal and figurative tool to be put to use, while the serval was his mistress, deciding upon how and when he was best made to rut her until he couldn’t move a muscle on his body anymore. He didn’t mind… mostly because he couldn’t, on account of no longer having enough blood flow to the brain to keep it functioning properly. Most of it had been diverted downwards, though perhaps “down” wasn’t much of a descriptor given that he was hanging off his cock rather than the other way around. He was more so an extra bit of meat attached to a package far too large for him to control anymore; it wasn’t like he could move almost fifty feet of dick and half a house’s worth of weight in nutflesh and spunk, so really, it was all up to Elizabeth… whenever she decided to stop moaning and mewling and got back to using him like a fucktoy again. Easy for him to say though. The cloud of musk around him had become thick enough that it quite literally clouded Liz’s judgement, feeling like a thick curtain had been placed in between her conscious self and the primal urges lying in wait just on the other side. There was no control being exercised, no communication being held; just as her sentient half was busy trying to break through the bounds of its pheromone cage, the bestial side of her was running rampant where no one and nothing could stop it, leaving the giantess feeling increasingly unhinged as time went on. She was no longer thinking about being fucked or bred; hell, at that point, she wasn’t even thinking about Shrapnel anymore, a rarity when it came to her. No, she was thinking about dick, and what she could do with it. Why, there was a perfectly good one just there, stuck between her… four tits? Did she always have four? The serval distinctly recalled a point in time when she only had two, but it felt like so long ago that it might as well not have been real; or, perhaps, it literally just happened, it was hard to tell when her brain was acting the way that it was. Better for her to focus on what really mattered: the sixty feet of wolf cock shoved between her twin busts, ready for her to fall to her knees, cause everything for half a mile around to shake in their boots, create one hell of a jiggling shockwave on her ass, then get down to business doing what she did best. Now, this was a slight issue, given that, usually, she had a conscious wolf to plough her with enough strength to make her legs shake and her knees wobbly. And, as much as Shrapnel was still technically awake, it was hard to call his current state “conscious” when so much of his brainpower had been reduced to backlog processing, leaving only the bare minimum required to keep his body functioning; it was her fault, and on some level Elizabeth was aware of it, but it was still… inefficient. Still, she wasn’t going to let something as seemingly insurmountable as that get in the way, because the cock was still there, and that’s what mattered; though it pained her to do so, the serval had to pull Shrapnel from between her three lines of milk-stuffed udders, placing him gently on the ground such that his shaft was pointed directly upwards. From there, it was simple enough to position herself directly above the tip, already bubbling with gallons of pre, begging for a chance to release something else. And then, gravity did what gravity did. To say the quake was powerful would be an understatement’s understatement, given that it quite literally rocked the foundations of every building in the downtown area they were in, and was still felt in the suburbs, albeit not as powerfully. Half a dozen structures outright collapsed as a result of the first impact, the dust cloud coating Liz and Shrapnel just when the former was getting ready to get back up… only to find it far more difficult than expected. There was only so much she could do, and after having a dick that big smashed into her through her own idiotic actions, her repertoire was reduced to more or less choosing between whimpering and moaning and little else. With a bulge almost as big as her torso stretching her out, and enough cum being pumped into her to permanently stain her insides white, all Liz wanted to do was sit there and take it, forever… but if she only put some energy into it, she could get so much more. She just needed to try.

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Title: Runaways chapter two: Soon the Time Will come by shyybunny Tags: Dog, Personal Redemption, Plot Development, Story Progression, Story Series, Tiger, Wolf Okay, sorry it took so long my procrastination is horrid. There are some things that I might not have explained very well, if so please tell me about it. Leave a comment, shout, or write a pm to let me know. This is my story I know what's happening and if you don't that means I need to do a better job. The usual stuff: My story, any simtilarities between this and another story is pure coincidence, please don't steal it. This story is mainly about homosexual males. Not your cup of tea? Go to the starbucks down the street. Other wise enjoy. --- I sigh in self-acceptance. I finally feel free, free from my abusive "family", my spineless cowardice, and my helpless disposition. No longer will I simply stand and let others ruin me. My plan is playing out. I've gone to the cops and turned my father it for abuse. I stood by as they hauled him out of the house and into their car. "You didn't want me as ‘your blood', so you spilled it out. Now I am completely myself, separated from the trash you are." The look in his eyes was pained, not anger but pained from the realization that'd he'd lost everything. He drove his wife away with the constant beatings on ‘their son' and now he lost said ‘son' from the beatings he gave. I watch Dad stare at me with despair as I slip through the throng of furs curiously watching Dad's arrest. With all the focus on him I easily slip through the furs and back behind the houses into the woods that surround the area. I know the cops are going to want to put me into some foster care program, and I wasn't going to let that happen. I don't know where I'm going to go, where I'm going to live, but what I do know is I'm done living in this town. No longer am I simply going to stay here while I'm tortured for being me. I know I am walking south east due to my natural sense of direction, "I guess I do rather enjoy the idea of living in a tropical area," I think to myself as I walk. I have my essentials in my backpack, I withdrew all my money from my savings account which is more than enough to get me by for years, I have my cell phone and charger, and my iPod along with its charger and an adapter to use on outlets. Since I didn't plan on completely sticking to forests I decided it was best to bring those. I am tempted to turn my iPod however I need to be able to hear when troubles may be approaching. I am supposed to be under the custody of the state now since neither of my parents will take me and I am sure by now they have realized I'm gone. But there's another part of my mind that says I'm not that important for someone to take that much notice. Either way I keep walking, though my iPod remains in my pocket. Five hours of walking and I am now halfway across the state surprisingly. It's nine p.m. and I haven't stopped to eat. I walk a few more miles to come up to a large town. As I walk I notice there are several more lights the farther in I go. I walk to the center of the town and find a McDonalds that's open 24/7. I walk to the counter. The black lab behind the counter looks up from the register screen and eyes me. I see the confusion in his eyes but I don't want any unnecessary attention so I give him my order and pay. "Okay," he says after taking my money, "There's going to be a wait for your sandwich. If you want to take a seat, I can bring your order to you when it's done." He suggested. I nod my head in agreement. Then I take my cup to the soda fountain and fill it with Pibb Extra before going to a table by an outlet. I decide this is as good of a time as any to charge my phone. I get it plugged in and let it sit on the table as it charges. I really don't know why I have a cell phone. I have no one to call in case of emergencies; I don't have any friends that call me, and I don't call anyone with it. It's just another waste of my money, but I keep it in the hope that one day I'll need it. I sit in the booth for nearly five minutes before my order gets to my table, so much for FAST food. But when the black lab brings the tray it is carrying three meals; two of what I ordered and another meal. I look up to the lab and open my mouth to say the order has been mixed up but he speaks before me, "If you're on a long trip, you could use the extra food. And it's my break so I thought I'd join you," he says with a smile as he sets the tray in the middle of the table and sits across from me, "If you don't mind that is." "No I don't mind...but I only paid for the one meal." I'm completely confused as to why the lab is giving me any attention. The only attention I ever got back home was the attention of a punching bag. This is so different that I don't know how to react. "I paid for the other one," he states as he eats one of his French fries, "So, if you don't mind my asking, where are you going?" I shrug, "I don't know. Maybe Georgia or even Florida, I haven't really decided yet." "So where are you from and how did you get here?" "I lived in a small town halfway across the state, and I walked here." I explained as I began eating one of my sandwiches. I hadn't realized how hungry I would get. "I see," by now he had completely stopped eating. He put all of his focus on me and getting to know about me, "So why did you leave?" I sigh and put my sandwich down, "Look at my face," I turn my head around so he can completely see the damage Dad had done to me. Then I lift my shirt to show him my bandaged ribs. His expression instantly changed a worried one; though he is becoming enthralled even more, "I was beat up by my classmates and abused by my father for being gay. I left the hospital yesterday after being admitted the same day for three broken ribs and a punctured lung, granted it wasn't under the doctor's permission. One of my classmates did that to me. My dad did everything you see on my face." Now his expression was that of complete disgust. Disgust of what my dad and classmates did to me no doubt, "My god, how can people be so stupid. Just because someone likes guys instead of girls is no reason to get upset. It's not like you killed someone, robbed a bank, or did anything else that is worth being that mad about." By now I have finished my first meal and half of my second, "People often don't care enough to think of that. They usually are too content with past teachings to adjust to the newer changes in life." "It sickens me. A person is a person regardless of which gender they prefer to mate. Until someone does something like stealing an innocent life or something along those immoral lines, they should be able to live without the harassment." A thought dawns on me, "You seem to take this subject to heart; are you gay to?" He smiles as he holds up his right wrist that is sporting a gay pride bracelet, "Proud of it." I smile over at him as I finish my second meal and look over to my phone. It is almost done charging so I sit back and let the food sit. I sit back in my seat and he looks over at me, "So I didn't catch your name, I'm..." I cut him off, "You didn't catch my name because I didn't give it to you. I didn't give it to you because when I walk out that door, we probably won't see each other again." The labs expression becomes sad in an instant, "Oh. I see." Though his head is down I can clearly see tears forming in his eyes. "I'm sorry but it's for the best. I wouldn't want to get attached just to never see you again." I try to explain it to him without hurting him anymore. He keeps his head down, "It's okay. I understand," I can easily pick up the strain in his voice. He is trying with all of his might not to bread out crying. I sigh, "I'm going to use the bathroom real quick. I'll take care of the tray when I get done." With that I walk off towards the bathroom. It doesn't take me long to empty my bladder and wash my hands. I walk back out and see the lab is gone from my table. I sigh feeling bad that I hurt him, but it's for the best considering this would probably be the only time I'd see him. I pick up my things and walk out the door to begin walking again. After an hour of walking in ditches and tree lines, as much as possible, I feel my pocket twitch. I reach it to my pocket and dig around to find the source of the disturbance. My phone? I pull my phone out of my pocket and open it. 1 New Text Message from Vance; my phone read. \*Who is Vance\* I think to myself. \*So, you know my name now. Do I get to know yours? \* The message reads. I sigh and shake my head before responding. \*You do know that in all likelihood you'll never see me again, right? \* I respond and keep the phone in my paw waiting for a response. ZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZ my phone vibrates. \*Yeah, so? \* His persistence confuses me. No fur has ever paid this much attention to me in my whole life. Why does he even want to know my name? Why does he care? \*May I ask you something? Why do you care? I'm not trying to be snobby or anything, but you're the first person to actually take interest in me. \* I close my phone in my paw waiting for a response. I hear a car coming down the highway and I can see headlights just over the hill so I dart into the trees, I only go in far enough that the driver can't see me. I don't want to hitch hike and risk meeting someone who wants me to be their sex toy and I don't want the cops to find me so I try to stay unnoticed. ZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZ I flip my phone open and read the text message from Vance. \*Because I like to help people, and I just got this feeling that I should try my hardest to help you. \* The headlights have passed now and I'm making my way back out to the tree line. \*Really? Why would you want to help me? That's another first. \* I reply then close my phone yet again and that's when I hear a rustling behind me. I freeze, here there are many mountain lions and running is the exact opposite thing I want to do. I turn as slowly as I can manage and look in the direction of the rustling. It isn't a mountain lion it's an anthro. I can make out his eyes the clearest; they're a bright green. Is it a wolf? Is it a cop? By now I don't want to bother to find out. I turn and sprint as fast as I can then I hear it call out. "No, wait." The voice isn't very deep it is masculine though. I'm guessing whomever and whatever it is, is only a teenager like myself. I slow down slightly to turn my head. I see he has stepped out of the trees just enough for the moon to light him up. I stop running to take in his features. He is a wolf like I thought, he has white fur that turns into a crimson red at the tip of his ears and at his paws, he is no taller nor muscular than I; in fact he looks as if he was put through something similar to what I was put through, and he is wearing baggy clothes that hide his luminescent fur. He stays where he is taking in my features a little more the says in a small voice, "I'm a runway to." "How do you know I'm a runaway?" I ask. He chuckles softly, "For one you're walking down the highway in ditches and tree lines, two you're as thin as a stick, and three you have cut's and bruises all over your muzzle." He lists off. "Okay, so why were you following me?" "Well originally I wasn't. I was trying to get away from the foster home I was in and I saw you a few miles ago." The wolf explains. "What's your name?" Now he walks over to me and holds out a paw, "My name is Drake Johnson, most people would just call me DJ before beating me up. And your name?" I took his paw in mine and shook it, "Tristain, Tristain Thompson. So why are you running away?" I ask as we turn and continue walking back in the direction we had started. "Both of my parents died and I was put in foster care. Every house was the same, they'd bring me in, care for me, accept me up until I told them I'm gay. Then everything would turn sour. The decent ones would just talk to my worker and have me leave the next day, the less decent ones would beat me and degrade me every second of the day. Then I got fed up after 10 different foster families so I ran away. And you?" "Well I told my parents I was gay, Dad didn't like it so he beat me, Mom didn't like it so she left maybe even killed herself, classmates didn't like it so they tried to kill me. I ran away and here I am now." I rushed through my explanation because I really didn't want to relive it in the first place and apparently he understood that because he didn't press the matter any farther. "So...where are you planning on going?" I shrug, "Not sure yet. I was thinking somewhere like Florida or Georgia." "Really!? That's where I was thinking of going to. Mind if I tag along?" "Not really." I try to stay calm, but there are so many things running through my head right now. The main one being why had two people suddenly decided that they give a crap about me? "Cool, so..." Drake is cut off as we both hear approaching sirens. They're definitely police sirens. I push him towards the trees, "RUN!" I shout as we dash through the trees that get thicker the further we go. We both take off into a dead sprint; spinning and jumping out of the way of branches and bushes as we went. Through our panting I hear the sirens get closer and closer, "Faster," I say just loud enough for Drake to hear and comprehend what I say. The police were obviously tipped off as to where we were and knew where to look. The thought of getting caught gets my blood going three times as fast as it already is. What the..? I think to myself. Everything seems to be slowing down around me, everything is getting clearer. Drake looks like he's running at the speed of a tortoise, all the trees look so distant, and my body feels like it is burning. I refocus and go over to Drake and pick him up in my arms while he's still running. Then I resume my full sprint. We seem to be going at least 50 miles per hour and I'm carrying and extra 160 pounds. Town after town passes by in the distance as I work my way through the trees and brush. I look back to see there aren't any police within 50 miles. I conclude that's a safe enough distance that I stop and put Drake down. He instantly falls on his bum panting for some reason. "Why are you panting? I'm the one who did all the work and I'm still full of energy." "Well sorry. I wasn't expecting you to pick me up and carry me through the state at 100 miles an hour." Drake is holding his head looking nauseas. "Well you were running at the same pace of a slug so I decided to carry you. And please, it's physically impossible to run that fast." He looks at me dumbfounded, "Whatever. You were going at least 100, you ran with the freeway and no one could keep up. You were passing them like they were going in reverse." I shrug as I sit down. I know it is impossible. Now that I am more relaxed I can feel my body burning again. It hurts the most on my paws and face. "Are you okay?" Drake obviously knows something was wrong. He still looks nauseas but his full attention is on me. I'm looking my paws over. Turning them so I can see every bit of them. The fur is still white with a few black stripes and black slights where my claws are, but the fur seems to be emitting a small glow where the white is, "I'm not sure. My body feels like it's burning and my fur almost looks like its....glowing." I explain. He looks more carefully at my paws then his eyes widen and he moves in for a closer look, "You're right, you are glowing. And you're getting brighter every second. Whoa, it's pulsing with your heartbeat." He's right. My fur seems to get brighter with every beat of my heart. Even through the hypnosis my fur has been putting me in I can feel my head hurting more and more. Now it feels like it's splitting. I bring my paws up to hold my head, my teeth are clenched so tight that I'd be able to bite through iron. Then the light goes out, I'm in darkness yet again. "As the light fades, the shadows grow larger." A voice calls out. "Who's there?" I ask. It is so dark I can't tell if I'm standing, lying, or sitting nor where up or down is. "But don't be afraid, just keep walking. For fear of the darkness makes you cling to light." "What are you talking about?" I try again. No luck. "If you cling to the light too much you grow weak when it leaves. And if you stick too much to dark you will be blinded by all light." "Why are you telling me this?" "Which do you side with? Can you pick a side?" "Please, who are you?" "Soon the time will come. You will have to ask yourself, light? Or dark? Which will you be?" I was brought back to consciousness and from the dark by excruciating pain. My back was arched so that it was close to it's breaking point. My eyes and jaw are clenched shut trying to keep the pain in as much as possible. The pain is getting worse and worse with each beat of my heart. My back arches more and any second I feel like I could die from the pain. ..... Nothing. All the pain is gone. In it's place I feel some weight on my chest and at my side. Something is wrapped around my chest as well. I lay there panting, too afraid to open my eyes for a few moments. When I open my eyes my white fur glowing around the black stripes as well as Drake hugging my chest greets me. My fur is glowing like a flashlight and still pulsing with my heartbeat, but it isn't getting any brighter. Drake nuzzles my chest and I instantly begin purring. He looks up at me and smiles when he sees me looking back down at him. But it only lasts for a moment before he pulls himself off of me and begins apologizing. "I'm sorry but it looked like your back was going to snap and that seemed like the best way to get your back flat." I'm sitting up on my elbows now, "It's fine. I'm glad you did it." His smile returns, "So what happened?" "I have no clue. I blacked out then there was this voice going on about light and dark. He takes a moment to process the information I give, "Weird..." "Yeah.." our ears perk up as we both hear rustling. It's coming from all around us. Though my fur is glowing brightly I can make out figures emerging from the trees. All are cloaked so I can't see any of their faces. Something about them is making my fur stand on end but I don't have the energy to run, not yet. \*(TO BE CONTINUED)\* --- So sorry about the delay. Because school is starting for me on the 26th posts may be slow but I'll put them up as often as I can. As always comments and constructive critism are welcome and thanks for reading.

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Title: S under D{arc 5: The forgotten] Chapter 6 by saintkoopa Tags: Cat, Coyote, Fighting, Fox, Lion, Male, Mind Control, Raccoon Chapter 6 Tylan walked out of the pool of water that he, Fred and Jamison had all teleported into to back up Leon on this out of the blue mission. Blue and Red were at home base working on support from their end trying to figure out any escape routes or identify any potential threats in the area by hacking satellites. Tylan and his friends approached Leon who was still working on his computer with his back turned. "What is this about Leon? Your father gave me some info about this mission but not much else." Tylan asked. "We made contact with someone. A destined like the rest of us. He says he is working for this World's Kami. My father believes that he is trustworthy but still wants us to be on guard. We do not know what the Kami of earth really wants from us." Leon responded. Tylan moved over to see the information on the screen that Leon had, it was most likely an infiltration point along with the best escape routes. Leon was the best at gathering information like this and Tylan knew he must have worked on this a lot to keep the girls safe. Tylan focused before getting a plan together. "When and where are we supposed to meet with this guy?" Tylan asked. "In about fifteen minutes in the security room where Nancy and Cindy are being held. I already have a route laid out for everyone. You will join Nancy, Cindy and our contact. I will stay here and run long range support and coordinate this with Red and Blue. Fred and Jamison will stand by at extraction points just in case anything goes wrong." Leon said as he sent all the information needed to everyone's wrist Console. Tylan smiled and nodded. "Then let's move out." Tylan said as he and Jamison ran off towards their area. Fred stayed behind for a few before heading out while Leon started working his magic with the security system making sure to give Ty the time he needed to get in. Ty approached the fence noting that the patrols seemed to have just passed the area. This was the perfect chance for him to get in without any trouble. "Siren, I need a boost!" Ty said into his wrist watch. Soon a small metal device was transported on the Ty's back. As he approached the fence the box let out a huge burst of air that propelled Ty into the air and over the fence before he landed and made his way to the door that would be the easiest entry. He quickly made his way into the building and started walking around as stealthy as he could. Tylan made it to the security office just in time to meet the boy he was waiting for. Zack, it was the name that the ghost fox told him. "Nice to meet you Zack," Tylan reached out his paw to the blue otter. "Pleasure is mine as well Tylan, Nice to meet someone who our lady Gaia has such high hopes for." Zack said as he shook hands with Tylan. "Gaia?" Tylan asked. "Our world's Kami, her name is Gaia. She is the one who sent me to retrieve this artefact." Zack responded. "Wait! I thought the Kami of this world refuses to interact with it?" Tylan asked. "Well that is what everyone thinks, but truth is she is always watching closely but trusts that we furs have the potential to evolve into a peaceful and prosperous species without her needing to intervene. However she is no longer content to let Kami's of other worlds have their way here and so we are going to stop them before the destroy this world." Zack said he planted a device on the security panel. "I wonder then why the run around? If she wants our help then couldn't she have just contacted us directly?" Tylan asked curiously. Zack paused and sighed. "You are still blind to many things. Even though we have similar goals our motives might be very different from yours. And it is clear that king might not have the best interest of earth in mind. I hope that you have not thrown your entire faith into a man who cannot even trust himself at times. You should watch your back." Zack warned Ty who was not having any of it. Tylan smirked. "You think I am not aware of such things. I know full well what I have dived into." "If you believe so. Anyway let's get the girls and begin shall we?" Zack said as he pointed back to Nancy and Cindy. The Coyote and black cat were just coming out of their trance. Tylan went over and helped the two get their collar off. "You two alright?" He asked. "Ty?!? Is that really you?" Nancy asked as she looked at the little raccoon she babysat a few years ago. "Yea it's me, I am in charge of this operation now. We are going to retrieve an item here and then pull out, we got enough Intel out of this place already." Tylan updated the two. Nancy was stunned. This was the little boy she knew? This was the little shy but playful raccoon she had to work so hard to get out of his shell sometimes? Was this the real Tylan? He had really changed since she last saw him. "So what are we doing now?" Cindy asked not aware of Nancy's mind set. "Just follow me. The security sweeps have ended for now, we have a small window to get to the artefact before we get discovered so let's move." Zack said ushering everyone to follow him. The four quickly moved through the facility making sure not to arouse anyone who should have been sleeping at the time. But they failed to notice the shadowy figure that stalked them. Outside however Leon was nervous as he watched the mission start. This was going to be a mission that would really test them. A sudden infiltration mission into the enemy's base of operations with two alphas there. It might be their hardest mission so far, hopefully they could pull this off. Leon was so absorbed in his work he never realized that someone had approached him until he heard them stepping on a leaf. Leon quickly turned around just time to see a shiny object coming at him. Leon barely managed to jump out of the way as a silver chain and ball coming towards him smashing his computer console into pieces. Leon growled. "Griffin my pistols please!" Leon said into his wrist console. Two pistols appeared in Leon's paws as he looked to see where the chain had come from. He soon saw a grey bat walking out of the woods. He was dressed in the black enforcer uniform but had the number eight engraved on it. "Who are you? And what do you want?" Leon asked as he prepared himself. He was starting to think Zack led them into a trap. "My name is not important. I am just here to capture you and plug up these leaks." The bat said as he whirled the chain in the air next to him. Leon gulped, this one had this air around him that made him hesitate. The bat then swung his ball and chain towards Leon who shot one of his pistols to deflect it. The bullet exploded on contact pushing the chain back. The bat gave no reaction he just swung the chain again but this time it was faster than before. Leon had no time to aim so he just jumped out of the way before he heard the chain crashing through the trees behind him. What Leon saw when he turned around stunned him. The chain had broken through the wall of trees behind breaking them all in half. 'That is some power! No way can a regular fur achieve that. Who the hell is this guy?' The bat attacked once again with Leon jumping out of the way before trying to fire some shots back. He managed to get three off but the bat just maneuvered the chain around him to absorb the exploding shots. This time the chain did not react as much and Leon realized what he was facing. "You cannot defeat me. Surrender now or I will get rough." The bat said starting to spin his chain around at speeds that Leon could barely keep track of. Leon tried to keep his eyes focused on the bat's body instead of the chain itself looking for any cues when to dodge. He barely managed to dodge the chain when he saw the bat use his fingers to guide the chain. Leon rolled away but before he could fully recover the chain hit him straight in the side. Leon was pushed a few feet to the side by the impact. 'Dang that broke a rib, probably. How strong is this guy? He can't be so strong, what the fuck is with him?' Leon coughed up a bit of blood as he got up holding his side. The bat was still swinging his chain around at speeds that Leon could barely keep up with. Leon looked at the bat trying to figure things out. He needed a way to get past this bat, it was time for him to unload a few rounds and test things out. Leon raised both his pistols although his left side was hurting so much just to raise his arms. He just started firing. The bat just swirled his chain around himself to defend himself from the fury of bullets. Leon just observed how the bat was moving the chain to defend himself but not one bullet was getting through even though they were all on target. He had to change his tactics. If direct shots to the bat wouldn't work then in direct attacks would have to work. "Griffin, I need a distraction and also start the extraction procedure now." His wrist console beeped and soon two smoke bombs were dropped between him and the bat. The smoke was not settling though the bats swirling chain was dispersing it quickly. Leon however had used the time to sneak away having stopped shooting. The bat didn't even budge, he just focused. "Heading towards the facility huh? You won't make it that far" The bat said before running off behind Leon. Leon was in a tree trying to apply some ointment to his side just to relieve the pain so he could move as well as possible. He looked around noting that the bat probably had lost track of him now. 'Man I hope the guys got the message.' Leon was about to give griffin some more instructions but he was stopped when the ball and chain came rushing around the tree and smashed his wrist console. Leon eyes went wide, this was bad. He jumped away trying to leap from tree to tree but the chain came after him again. The chain smashed a few branches with Leon barely escaping it. Leon knew he was in some serious trouble. Now that his wrist console was smashed he could not call his weapons, communicate or even teleport out. He needed to get some help. Leon just continued to run until he reached a thinning of the forest and made his way done and started running. He was lucky that the medicine he applied was numbing the pain in his side although he knew thanks to his hard breathing he may face some serious consequences soon. Leon though final managed to get near the facility before the chain hit him on the ankle causing him to fall forward. Leon slowly got up and looked at the bat behind him still swinging the chain and coming right at him. "guess this is it, Fuck man, fuck" Leon said before he saw the bat swing his chain at him again but this time it was deflect before it could hit Leon. Fred had appeared in front of Leon to stop the attack. His hand had two black metal gauntlets on them as he looked at the bat with rage. "Fred! Thanks man." Leon said. "Thank me later, Jamison has started preparing already we just need to buy some time here. Can you still shoot?" Fred asked Leon. "Of course, but I can't stand anymore, my ankle is shot right now." Leon responded. "It's fine just shoot when I create an opening on this guy, cause I get the feeling he is strong." Fred said as the bat started swirling his chain again. Meanwhile Tylan and Zack had both managed to get into the area where the artefact was being held. Tylan was working on the locks to the door as Nancy and Cindy were playing lookout. It was easy to get down to this area since this part of the facility was off limits to most. Tylan had finally managed to break the lock and opened the door. Zack smiled as he motioned for the two girls to come in and what they saw stunned them all. "Is that it? That the big scary thing we are here to get?" Cindy asked her eyes wide. "It's so pretty!" Nancy said with glee. "I can feel its power." Tylan added as he felt the power radiating from the artefact. The artefact in question was just a glowing green crystal ball. "Let's grab it and get out, I believe we may have been discovered." Zack said as he moved to grab the crystal but it repelled his paw with a burst of energy. "Siren, I need a container to contain this." Tylan said into his wrist console and soon a special glass container was teleported into his hand. Tylan used the metal rod in the container to knock the ball of its pedestal and into the container. "Alright. Good, we need to get this out of here now." Zack said as Tylan let siren teleport the object out. "Alright let's go." Zack said as they went to get away but were stopped. "You guys aren't leaving here without returning whatever you just stole from us!" They heard a voice say. They turned around to see that they were surrounded by ten enforcers lead by Alsez and Adamine, the two huskies had led a team to follow Tylan and Zack. "Ah, I thought I had you two fooled but I guess you aren't as foolish as I pegged you for." Zack said calmly but tauntingly. "After all the leaks we been having? You really think that after I went and investigated your background that we wouldn't catch on? Nice touch by the way, took a lot of digging to find anything on you but I found just what we needed." Adamine said as he had the guards raise their weapons. Nancy and Cindy backed up a bit but Zack and Tylan looked unfazed. "But you think you can stop us from getting past you? With that little man power?" Zack teased. "You are too cocky, boy. If you think that we're weak enough to let you escape from here, then you will be surely mistaken." A deep voice said as he walked from the back of the crowd of enforcers to the front. He was a Silver husky like Adamine and Alsez but he was leaner but still had some very toned muscles. Zack and Tylan broke out into a cold sweat as the Husky approached. Both assumed a very defensive posture and prepared for the worse. The husky just grinned. "So you two can feel it can you? That I am not on the level of these guys?" Zack turned to Tylan. "This is not looking good, you can feel it can't you? That overwhelming feeling of danger. He has tapped into the galactic stream, but he isn't a destined. What the hell is going on?" Tylan growled as prepared to make an escape. "Nancy, Cindy stay close!" Tylan said as he raised his swords. Zack jumped in front of them though. Zack smiled as the enforcers raised their weapons at him and he just caused his fur to glow at its brightest. The entire S under D force was stunned at the sight and they lost their vision. When they managed to open their eyes again the group they were chasing had managed to get away. Out in the halls making a run for it Tylan was trying to contact Leon but was not getting through, Jamison however was securing a spot for them to teleport out of. Fred was also not responding. "Man this mission has gone down the drain. What the hell was with that guy? He had the same presence I felt when I first met King." Tylan said as they ran. "Well then, that should give us our answer. King as part of Aogroth inside him. If you were feeling the same sensation, then it has to be..." Zack trailed off. "Then The Kami of Servus has revived, and he can give his power out. S under D is about to make some major moves." Tylan said solemnly. "But can't we expose them now? Didn't we get enough evidence?" Nancy said as she followed the two boys. "Much good that will do now. You guys were fighting the wrong fight the entire time. S under D currently has a member in over eighty percent of all government agencies. A few of them there are only S under D members. Benjamin Ville, and Jake Taylor tried that but Jake..." Zack was saying before he was interrupted by a hammer attached by a chain smashed into the ground in front of them. The group stopped in their tracks and turned around to see three huskies behind them. The one who threw the chain was the same one Tylan and Zack were fearing while he was flanked by Alsez and Adamine. "You think your little trick was enough for you to get away? Don't underestimate me!" The husky said as he recalled his hammer. The other two huskies armed themselves with pistols. Tylan raised his swords and Zack took on a posture to defend himself. Nancy and Cindy both drew their fire arms. The husky just threw his hammer straight at Tylan who tried to deflect it with his sword. That was a huge mistake, the hammer came at him with so much force that he couldn't keep his sword in hand and it got knocked right out while also damaging his wrist. Tylan jumped back but had no time to recover as the hammer came at him again, but Zack managed to jump over and punch the hammer away. Nancy opened fire in a panic towards the husky who jumped away from the bullets. "Tylan, are you okay?" Zack asked as he saw Tylan holding his paw. "I can still fight but my wrist is shot at the moment." Tylan noting that his wrist was swollen but he didn't think it was broken. "Man, we aren't prepared for this kind of fight right now." Zack groaned as he assessed the situation. Nancy was just firing away at the husky but no shots were hitting. Cindy stood away waiting a chance to strike and he and Tylan were about to be at the mercy of Adamine and Alsez. The two huskies aimed their pistols at them and prepared to fire but were stopped when the guns were shot out of their paws by Cindy. The feline just gave a smirk, as Alsez and Adamine had to make a quick retreat. Nancy had ran out of bullets and the husky had taken aim at her with his hammer but Cindy shot a bullet straight at the husky who had to dodge, causing his hammer to miss its target. "Guys get out of here, I can hold these guys off for a while." Cindy said as she got in front of everyone and pointed her two pistols at the huskies. "Cindy? You can't be saying..?" Nancy said surprised but then she looked over to Tylan and Zack and saw the pain that Tylan was in. Nancy gripped her pistol. "Ty, go!" "Nancy?" Ty questioned as the two girls stood in front of them. "Zack said it best. The fight is changing, and we are best working in the shadows but the kind of fight you are about to begin is not one we can be of use in. So go, this will be where I make my stand!" Cindy said with such confidence that both Tylan and Zack were taken back. Nancy was hesitating but she nodded as well. The huskies were having none of it and began their attack but Cindy responded quickly she shot both Alsez and Adamine in the leg and then a few shots at the tiger preventing him from aiming his hammer properly. "Cindy, I forgot how much of a bad ass you are." Nancy said as she reloaded. Alsez and Adamine were a bit surprised by the display. They never knew that Cindy was such a quick marksman. The huskies started growling a bit. "You seem to use your head more than the others but you are not getting away from me." The husky threatened. "You are right I probably am not getting away but, they sure as hell are." Cindy said as she readied herself. Tylan was pulled to his feet by Zack. "Let's move" Tylan grabbed his wrist and looked back before holding his head down and hesitating but he had to move one. "Dammit not again!" Ty muttered under his breath as he ran away.

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Dragoness Becoming Traz awakened from his blissful dreams feeling hot and sticky. Rather than the phantom chill of his nightmares, there had been a sweet, pleasant warmth. The heat of warm, smooth scales pressed against his small, comparatively soft body. He felt so horny, his erection throbbed, the sensation going deeper than it had ever before. It felt like his entire pelvic region ached with need. The elf's mind went over the recent events and he gasped with horror. They had drugged him and had him fuck a beast! "What the hell did they do to me?" he growled, and then stopped. His voice was higher pitched, more feminine than masculine. His gaze immediately dropped downward. His general thinning out and general offness of form the previous day had bloomed into full on female features. The shape of his arms, legs, hands, feet, and more than likely his face were all quite feminine. The puffiness of the flesh around his nipples was far worse, the beginnings of breasts. They were making him a woman! A hand went between his legs, encountering a warm, wet stickiness on the skin. His erect cock felt the same, but the balls and sack beneath it had shrunk and were in the process of fully retracting into his body. The pale pink-purple shade of his skin had darkened as well, now a shade of lilac. His nails had been completely grown over with skin. They had become small, blunt claws. The elf ran his tongue around in his mouth and winced at the result. His tongue felt longer and thinner, his teeth more pointed. His feminine body ached and throbbed, muscles feeling sore from transformation, his flesh demanding that he be violated again. He had never suspected that the Devotees had done anything like this. Being changed into a dragonkin was bad enough, but a female dragonkin? He shuddered and curled into a ball in the straw. What was the point of it? Why would they change him like this? What was the point in making a woman of a man? Traz flinched as the door to his cell opened, and he quickly backed into a corner, looking up at the jailor with fear and horror. The dragonkin carried a collar and leash in his claws. Traz looked from the items to the dragonkin's scaled face. "It's time for exercise." The dragon rumbled; his voice deep. The sound seemed to carry right to the elf's groin and he moaned softly. His altered body's arousal heightened, it wanted this male, and wanted him badly. Tears ran down his face as he fought the instinct to go forward and present himself to the dragonkin. "Why are you doing this to me? Making me... a girl..." Traz whimpered. His captor smiled and set down the leash, picking up the transforming elf in his arms and hugging him gently. Traz felt himself relaxing and couldn't help but wrap his arms around the creature's neck, returning the gesture. He even began to purr as the huge beastman began to rub his back. "You are being reborn, little elf." The dragonkin said softly, "And all Dessarra's children are given the opportunity to show if their dragon selves are males, females, or beyond gender entirely. Your spirit has decided that, for the moment, it wishes to be female. Perhaps it will decide differently in the end. But, for now, it seems you shall be a dragoness." Traz lowered his head, "O-okay..." he said with soft acceptance. The dragonkin loosened the hug and the elf pulled back, looking into the creature's eyes. He licked his lips and leaned forward, the creature's muzzle met Traz' lips, and Traz' knee met the dragon's groing. The guard exhaled explosively, groaning in agony, dropping to the floor, clutching himself. The fool had left the cell door open, which Traz made for. He passed several cells, some empty, some not. All sorts of humanoids looked out at him as he ran passed. Some cheered him on, others yelled for guards and pointed, others shrunk into a corner at the sight of movement. The elf had no idea where to go, but he knew that the guard barracks was in the opposite direction. The exercise room was just beyond it. Traz hoped that was where all the guards were. He made it to the stairway and quickly headed downwards, towards the base of the tower. Traz leaped down the stairs a flight at a time, paying no attention to the danger, wanting to get as far away from his cell as quickly as possible. He hoped he could steal some clothing, as warm as it was inside the tower, and his comfort with it, likely he was even more sensitive to the harsh chill of the land outside. His coloration was not that of any of the cold-loving dragons Traz knew of, though he didn't know anything about purple or pink dragons. He'd never heard of such a creature. The sound of several sets of clawed feet running on stone echoed through the stairwell. Not caring where it lead, Traz pushed through a doorway and out onto another floor. The air was cooler here than on his floor and in the stairwell, it was also quite humid. The air was wet and clung to his skin. The air smelled of life, white leafed plants grew in the wide open space. It was then that Traz realized he'd gone the wrong way. He wasn't in the tower, he was under it. This wasn't a room, this was a cavern. The sound of flowing water could be heard, and Traz headed towards it. He didn't see anyone, or anything, around. He presumed that this was some sort of underground garden, to grow fruits and vegetables, or just for the pleasure of walking through in a climate far removed from such a place. Water spilled down a waterfall nearby into a small pond, which held the water until it flowed outward in a small channel that wound through the room. Traz ducked into the berry bushes alongside the pond, peering out at the doorway from between the leaves. His racing heart began to calm as the minutes passed, no one entered the garden cavern looking for him. The elf sat back in the bushes and sighed softly, trying to think of how he could possibly make his escape. Traz wondered what his punishment would be if he were recaptured; or if he would even be punished. That would be just like them, giving him a bit of a scolding and a disappointing look and go on like nothing happened. Yeah, that sounded like what the Devotees of Dessarra would do. There were far more of them than anyone could possibly suspect. The frozen ground was not the sort that one would typically go digging in. All those who knew of them knew only of the tower, not the caverns that spread out beneath it. Traz wondered how deep the tunnels went, and how vast they wound through the landscape. He had heard of the Under Realms, entire nations living deep between the stone and soil. Tear trickled down the elf's cheeks. He had no idea how far down he was, he had no idea where he would emerge on the surface, and it would be incredibly risky to sneak around and steal the clothes and rations he needed for his escape. He snuffled softly, in all his time here he had never seen an creature that lacked scales and a tail roaming the hallways he had been lead through. He'd stick out like a sore thumb. And on the subject of sore, the little running he had done made his muscles ache more than his slow transformation already did. He was still horny as hell to boot. Even more so being so close to the dragonkin guard had turned him on so much. Traz bit his lip and tried not to think about it. He had no idea how long he' had been asleep, nor did he have any idea how long how the concoction they'd put in his soup would last. His anus clenched and unclenched, and a stick wetness dribble from it. It was disgusting. Like precum. The thought of it made Traz sick to his stomach. Rather than making him a humanoid female, they were transforming him into a reptile with a cloaca, the excretory and reproductive systems utilizing the same opening. It was disgusting and it felt so terribly wrong. Traz realized that he was making quite a puddle beneath him, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to have anything to do with the Devotees' plans. He wasn't going to pleasure himself unless they forced him; no matter how uncomfortable the throbbing of his elven and reptilian sexes got. "Are you lost, little female?" hissed a voice from behind Traz. The elf spun and looked up to see the black, serpentine head of a true dragon peering down over the bushes at him. The beast was perhaps the size of a horse, but larger and longer. It was as much serpent as it was dragon, thin in the middle with a long tail, rather than the broad chest most true dragons had. "I'm not a female!" he said in protest, cursing his twisted form. The very sight of the creature made his heat-stricken desires almost irresistible. The creature smiles, showed over large, white fangs, "Ah, my mistake; I did not see that you had not yet completed your rebirth. You smell like a female in heat, so I supposed that such is what you were. Escaped did you?" Traz lowered his head, no sense in denying it. "Yes." "Good." The dragon said with a chuckle, "It keeps the guards on their toes. Complacent bastards. Now, come out of there and let me take a good look at you." The dragon's voice was low and sweet sounding, a joy on the ears, hypnotic. Traz couldn't help but obey him, stepping out of the berry bushes to stand before him, a blush spreading across his features as he did so, standing naked in front of the mighty dragon. The creature slowly circled the elf, looking him over. "You have been mated once as a female, have you not?" he purred, the tip of his tail sliding over the back of Traz' neck, causing him to shiver. He nodded, blush deepening, "Yes, just the once." He said softly, "C-can you help me get out of here?" The dragon shrugged, "Perhaps, if it is the will of the goddess. But likely not. Many have asked me for aid in escaping, but to date I have not aided a single one, I am sorry to say. Well, I'm not sorry, but the look on your face saddens me. I do not like to see a heat stricken female sorrowful while she is in a prime position for breeding." "I'm not a female!" Traz growled, but the words lost their effect as he moaned when the beast licked his rump. "It matters not, little elf, eventually you will be. And right now I will use you as one. Your scent is delicious and stirs even a dragon such as myself to arousal." The serpentine dragon purred, nuzzling Traz's neck. His muscles seemed to have locked, Traz couldn't move himself at all, he could only stand their and let the dragon caress him. "It is fortunate for you that you have escaped before your second mating. For such is perhaps the most important even of your rebirth. You see, the second determines your final shape. The third determines your role, and the fourth seals your fate forever. How lucky you are to have the honor of becoming one of my own race." He rumbled, "Down on all fours, please." The elf's body reacted without consulting his mind and he dropped to his knees and leaned forward onto his hands, legs spread, "Please, please don't!" he begged, looking back at the dragon, eyes wet with tears. "You will be made a dragon, little elf, one way or the other. Look at my form, is it not beautiful? Would you rather be sure of what sort of dragonkin you will become, rather than letting the Devotees chose for you?" he purred, positioning himself over her. Traz hated himself for the soft moan he let out as the beast's scales rubbed against his back. He hated himself even more as he pressed up against them. His stupid body, his stupid fucking body; Traz felt himself nodding, though he wasn't sure if his sex-crazed dragon-slut flesh was agreeing with the fact that the dragon was beautiful or that he wanted to chose to be this sort of dragon. He didn't want to be any sort of dragon. He wanted to get free, to return to his old life. To raise an army and hunt these blasted Devotees of Dessarra to the ends of the underworld and back if he had to. Tears of pleasure mixed with tears of pain as the dragon entered him. Much different from the small drake; the black scaled beast was far larger, and it hurt to be spread so side. The creature's cock was longer and tipped with a spade-shaped head. Traz managed to regain control over his body for a moment, and tried to pull away, only to discover why it was shaped as it was. Much like an arrow, the wideness at the base made it difficult to pull out. While the tip pushed him open slowly, Traz couldn't see a way to pull away from the dragon's prick without hurting himself. He slumped down, head against the ground, defeated. -o- The pleasure of the act hurt Traz far more than any sort of physical torture would. But the worst was the dragon's voice. The honey-sweet, low, melodic tone that spoke right to his draconic flesh, ignoring Traz' mind and will. The transformed elf found himself slowly walking up the stairs, head lowered in shame and submission. She felt sick, the way her body craved draconic seed, the hunger she had felt when the dragon had climaxed in her, the way she had instinctively milked him for every last drop, the warmth that had begun to spread from her belly the moment the beast had withdrawn from her. Tears trickled down Traz' cheeks, he had to concentrate hard to keep thinking of himself as a male. He felt so tired and achy. He needed to lie down. The elf pushed the door open that lead to her cell block. Standing guard at the corner was the soldier she had injured. She approached him slowly and hugged him. She couldn't help it; the instinct driven dragon-slut inside of her was taking over. She was so sleepy; it was so very hard to think. "Master, can you put me back in my cell? I'm so very tired." Traz said softly, closing her eyes as the dragonkin gently picked her up. "Sleep well, my little run away," the dragonkin purred, "For when you awaken, you shall have the honor of discovering your role amongst your new people." Traz purred softly as he kissed her forehead. "You were a naughty girl, but I knew you wouldn't escape. There's nowhere for one undergoing rebirth to run without his or her scent drawing lustful dragons. And one other thing, my pet." "Mmm?" the elf mumbled. "Dragons' testicles are internal. I just thought you'd like to know." He said with a huge grin as Traz fell into the blessed grip of unconciousness.

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Seasonal Logistics Photomorph by SF-OfftheLeash Deviant Art – “Deer” Used with permission for this story Eric kicked the rock down the pathway as he trudged through the snow. Why did she have to take that seasonal job every year? Three years now and not one with her. He was sick of being the third wheel at all the parties with his friends, and Christmas was another disaster with his parents asking why she never came. What was he supposed to tell them? Another swing of his foot sent the rock flying again, this time losing it in the snowbank. Obviously, the job paid well, but hell, every Christmas season? Couldn’t she just skip out one year, for him? Kicking his boots at the door jam he knocked the snow off them before stepping inside the small apartment. Despite the heater going full blast it felt cold and empty to Eric, it’d be nearly another week before her smile and laugh would warm it back up. Not to mention other things he was missing right now. Throwing his coat over the coach he grabbed a beer and headed for the bedroom to watch some television and maybe take a nap. *** *** *** “I thought you were never going to get here.” The voice was light and playful, and very familiar. “Viv?” He said, his beer halfway to his mouth at the sight before him. Her ass shook slightly at him from where she lay face down on the bed, completely in the buff, her smile warm and welcoming. “I hope you don’t mind, but I convinced the boss to let me come home early.” It took a moment for his mind to register exactly what he was seeing. His girlfriend, laying bare naked on the bed, her delectable pussy peeking out. But that wasn’t what really drew his attention, no that was the fact her ass now sported a fluffy brown tail that flipped up and flashed him it’s white underside. Wiggling along with her ass. Another double check was that her toes seemed to be hooves, their delicate little tips fused into two hard tips. “Uh,” he stammered. “What? Aren’t you glad to seem me?” She wiggled again, offering an even more delectable view of her intimate parts. “Yeah, just, uh, you have a, um, tail.” Eric set the beer bottle down before he dropped it. She glanced back at it. “Oh, yeah, sorry about that, it’s just left over from work. It’ll be gone in a few days. By January sixth, I promise!” Her attitude toward the little flittering appendage completely nonchalant. “You grow a tail for work.” He asked, confused. “Uh-huh, and more besides.” She said wiggling those hooved toes of hers. “What exactly is this seasonal job of yours?” He asked, torn between curiosity and the growing hardness in his pants. “Oh, just some logistics work, mostly shipping.” She said, arching her back more and pushing up slightly to make sure he couldn’t miss the growing wetness that awaited him between her thighs. He wanted to know more, he really did, but the tail was kind of hot, and she was more than ready. His fingers were already struggling to undo the button on his pants as he all but vaulted into bed with her. She pushed back readily into his hips, her ass rubbing up against him. “Come on, it’s been week, I need some of that right now.” She said, her voice sultry. She tossed him a condom. He struggled a moment with the condom, trying to get it on between the rubbing of her backside against him was difficult. He finally had to set one hand against her mound and rub her clit, setting off several moans while he rolled the condom down his hard shaft. She slid her chest against the coverlet, her ass in the air waiting for him now. He could feel the little fluff of her tail flicking against his chest as his shirt hit the ground, his pants down around his knees as he placed his hands around her hips, pulling her back onto him. She moaned as she felt him slide into her, her tail standing straight up with the excitement as she let him take her after nearly a month apart. He wasn’t sure how many times she orgasmed, bus she seemed to have no limit to her stamina as they shifted around. Sometimes he could feel her tail in his hand, and she seemed to enjoy it when he tugged gently on it during sex. It was constantly aquiver. Finally spent, he rolled off her, letting her snuggle up to him as they began to drift off. The last thing he remembered was the gentle flick of that tail as she curled into him, his arm wrapped over her, her hips up against his. *** *** *** He woke some hours later, his girlfriend still curled up in his arms. Her tail flicked in sleep as she snuggled with him. It took a moment to untangle himself without waking her. He stopped a moment to admire the beautiful round shape of her ass and the oddly cute little bit of fluff that flipped every few moments as she dreamed. Gingerly he set foot out of bed only to have his foot catch on something. It rang slightly as he pulled it out from under the bed. A fine leather harness of some sort, studded with small silver bells came out in his hands. He looked at it carefully, wondering where it came from. His fingers ran up and down the loops until they ran across a small plate embedded in the supple leather. He peered at it, reading the small finely printed words: Vixen. Blinking he looked over at her fluffy tail once more, the realization of who her boss really was dawning on him. He looked back at her, her brown eyes open and looking back at him over her own shoulder. “You can’t tell anyone.” “I don’t think anyone would believe me.” He said, setting the harness down. “Are you upset?” She asked, her lips forming a small pout. “No, just kind of, well, I don’t know. It’s a lot to take in.” He said, looking down at her again. He looked over her gentle feminine curves and soft features. “I just thought all of Santa’s reindeer were boys.” “No, silly, only female reindeer have antlers in the winter.” She laughed. Eric’s eyebrows rose. “So, they’re all chicks? Like you?” She rolled over, her legs spreading wide and welcoming as she pulled him to her for a kiss. “Every single one of us. And trust me, I’ve missed you. Sending a month away with only the girls has left me very, very needy, and I want to enjoy my tail while I can.” “I think I can handle that.” Eric said, gamely hoping he had enough stamina to back up his boast. “You’d better.” She smiled and pulled him back to her once more, letting his fingers run through her long hair as she enjoyed his touch and the feel of being, mostly, human once more. More over she hoped he would accept that this would be her life until she turned forty, when she would turn the belled harness over to a new girl. But that was a conversation for another time. Right now, she just wanted to feel him inside her, and her mouth opened in a deep moan as he did exactly that.

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Title: Into the North by Liyoht Tags: Canine, Domination/Submission, Fantasy, Husky, Light Nudity, Wolf Illyana panting openly long red tongue hanging partly from her muzzle looks toward her two companions even as she tightens the grip upon her spear. Paws keeping an even pace over the frozen tundra even as the heavy ropes of silver and amber beads bring annoyances with the never ending bouncing against her tooled leather tunic. Eyes narrowing as ears pan back she can not help but be thankful she is too out of breath to curse the need for wearing such useless things. Just silver eye of the mother earlier she had been preparing to learn the last lessons needed to join the ranks of the blessed den mothers. As being youngest of the royal litter left her with few choices, not the most fleet of paw, strong of fang or even much to her shame able to bring down the big hard paw of the plains. Losing one feat of skill after another to her sisters and brothers in the end she found herself showing throat to them all. Till no guild wanted her royal pup or not among their ranks. Well she understood the need for the best to take the roles of leadership. As with the winters both hard and long it was the way of her kind and how they have survived sense the beginning when the blessed den mother gave them all life. She can not help wonder if the old ways are always the best ways. Yet it was the daring to ask why that got her sent on this mission. With an invading pack to the southern border and the resulting battles going badly for her clan it was not long till she found herself with less brothers and sisters. The scent seekers, the sharp teeth and even most of the grey muzzled elder killed or captured. Of course the guilds had debated long into the night what the best course of action was to be. Those either brave or foolish that left to try making peace with those southern invaders still not having answered any of the bark relays now for a full rounding of the mother's silver eye. Have now been given up in at least spirit for the last barks by those den mother still among the clan. It was watching the dancing as den mother after den mother first named those of the fallen then asked for she who whelps all to accept them back that angered her. The last of the royal litter and yet no opinions was sniffed of her. Even with both her sire and dam gone missing having each lead pack of sharp teeth and scent seekers to the border. The first growls of anger from her surprising even herself that she was able to stare down what meager challenger's that remained surprised everyone else. Asking why none had been sent to the northern border to seek aid it was quickly agreed that this was the task the den mother had whelped her for. Fear coming like a pouncing death claw at the idea of leaving the clan lands she had just only been able to keep from soiling herself. As to leave the place that smelled of her for a place that did not was forbidden. And now feeling more like a netted drink swimmer then clan leader she begins to wonder if some how she was tricked. As its Iginiy the elder who's been deciding when the rest times are claiming it's only her who can sniff out the stalking storms all too common for the northern lands. The grey muzzle having been in charge of the camp because she grips her spear with only one hand thanks to raging hard paw many silver eyes ago. The den mothers having licked the hurt better could not make it as it was before. Ihilei having been left in camp because she was still nursing her litter it was decided the young could wait for the time a run to the northern border and back would take such a healthy scent seeker. Having long lost any count of the passing of the silvered eye and the amber eye or for that matter the exact paw path back to camp Illyana and even Iginiy have long sense become thankful for having a scent seeker like Ihilei with them. It was Ihilei who first barked warning when the death claw charged them. Ihilei who has found food enough for all during each camp rest. And Ihilei who takes the less rest yet is quick to take up the run anew each time. Of course both Illyana and Iginiy have seen the secretive looks cast backwards when the scent seeker thinks neither companion will notice. Neither is it missed the many times Ihilei has to remove her tunic to deal with uncomfortable and noticeably swollen teats. Having offered help only to be refused Illyana can not help secretly being glad their own twin rows of teats are just tiny nubs. "I'm sorry Iginiy but this tunic is just too uncomfortable for me." "What about..." "I know...we must not look like savages during the first encounter. You know I will smell them before they get within sight of us. I will put it on at first sniff of the northerners." Illyana annoyed to be ignored during this conversation opens her muzzle to speak only to close it again at a sharp glance from Iginiy. And without farther conversation Ihilei carefully rolls her tunic then stuffs it within the bag tied to her back. Now wearing only bracers of carved hard paw bone about the ankles and wrists Ihilei seems renewed in her energy going so far as to wag her plumed tail about. Illyana can not help feel resentful wishing she too could remove the useless things she wears. Comforted only that Iginiy also wears tunic and silver ropes but without any of the pieces of amber that dance with each touch of paw to ground. "How much farther?" Illyana ventures as she watches a group of eye swimmers giving chase to the first of mother's silver eye calling as it begins replacing that of its gold twin, ears perked and tongue hanging out thinking what a delight getting her jaws around those feathered bodies it would be. Woefully thinking of the flat trail meat cakes they have been eating and just how low supplies have gotten even with rationing. Ihilei too followers the flock but after a moment of grip tightening upon her spear decides against trying her luck. Loud bark of warning from Iginiy causing them both to bring spears into defensive position. Illyana stumbling and losing her balance just as something with large fangs dark fur misses scoring a bite. Another attacker's muzzle managing to grab hold of one of the silver chains causing her to be jerked forward and almost end up on all fours. Resisting the instinctive urge to spread out her paw hands in greeting to the rapidly approaching ground she instead thrusts spear tip forward at the dark four legged form trying to pull her down. Yelp of pain somewhere to her right sounding like Ihilei is echoed by a much deeper yelp from where her spear found flesh. Then her body meets and ground hard and blackness is the last thing she sees.

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Title: Free Universal Carnal Knowledge Pt. 41 Tags: mfff, older man, aphrodisiac **XLI** *A well elaborated delusion* In the hall there was a fairly tense stand-off in progress. Wendy, hearing the whistle and grateful for any interruption, pulled the phone from her pocket. "Excuse me a moment, please, Dr Stone," she said, but the courtesy of these words was belied by the determined way she stood her ground and the fierce glare that wordlessly said, "Don't even think about using this diversion to get past me." Laura paused. Even she was not immune from the strange but universal rule that someone engaged in a telephone conversation may on no account be disturbed or interrupted. "Hello," said Wendy into the phone. "Wendy, darling," I said, "you've done everything you can. Let her have her way. Take her upstairs to see Elspeth. She's in Vicky's room. I'm in the garden. Oh, and put the phone on loudspeaker so I can join in the conversation, it's not fair to leave you alone to deal with this termagant." It was all very well for me to call Laura names, because she was seriously getting on my nerves by now, but I was also conscious that she was a beautiful woman, even more so, by what little I had seen from the window, than the pictures of her suggested; moreover, she had obvious qualities of intelligence and determination that I should normally (were they not being so ruthlessly employed against me) find highly attractive. In short, I had little doubt that FUCK would work its magic if I met her face to face. This, I thought, gave me an insurance policy, but meanwhile I wanted to stay well away from her because I still had hopes, admittedly not high ones, that if she were permitted to see Elspeth she would go away. Laura, Wendy and Fran entered Vicky's bedroom just as Connie finished rearranging Elspeth in the bed. "Here she is," I heard Wendy announce. Laura gave an audible gasp of shock and dismay. "Elspeth? Elspeth?" she said quietly. "It's me, Laura Stone." There was, of course, no response, and Laura's next words were angry ones, addressed to Wendy. "What have you done to her?" she demanded. "She's fine. Really," said Wendy in a vain attempt at reassurance. "She's drugged out of her mind on something," said Laura (not a bad guess actually). "I'm going the police if you don't tell me what you've pumped into her, and I'll -- yes, young lady, what's so funny?" Connie had failed to suppress a snigger at Laura's unwittingly apt choice of words. "Nothing, nothing. Sorry," she said hastily. Laura leant over Elspeth to examine her more closely. "I've never seen anything like this," she muttered. Then she stood up and spoke in peremptory tones: "Mrs Walker, there are laws in this country. Tell me what you've done to her or I'm calling the authorities right now." It was time for me to intervene. "Ask her yourself," I said. "She'll be right as rain in an hour or two." There was a pause as Laura looked round for the origin of this new voice. Then she saw the phone, which Wendy had placed prominently on the dressing-table. "Who's this?" she demanded. "I'm Wendy's husband, James. Hello, Dr Stone. You're welcome to wait till Elspeth recovers, then you can talk to her as much as you like." "I don't just want to talk to her. I don't know what you've got going on here, but I'm taking her away. I'm not letting you keep her here like this." "Who's keeping her?" I asked. "She's here by her own choice. She's free to leave any time she likes." "Are you telling me, Mr Walker," asked Laura angrily, "that I can take her away with me? It's as simple as that?" "Yes, of course, if she wants to go. What do you think is going on here, Dr Stone? It isn't a prison." "I don't know what it is," said Laura, "but it stinks. As soon as I get Elspeth safely away from here I'm going to have the authorities down on you like a ton of bricks." "Would you like to wait here, Dr Stone," asked Wendy courteously, "or down in the hall?" "I'll wait here," said Laura firmly. "Elspeth, Elspeth," she said more gently. "You poor kid. What have they done to you?" I cut in again. I had come to a decision. What little hope I had entertained of getting rid of this woman had now vanished. There was nothing for it but to capture her. But before I did, I was curious to see what she would make of my little set-up, while her mind was still unaffected by FUCK. "You'd love to know, wouldn't you?" I asked. "I'm going to find out," she replied with decision. "I'm going to get to the bottom of it and then I'm putting a stop to it." "All right," I said. "If you're that keen to know, I'll tell you." And I did. I told her about the serum, the power it had given me, the deliberate and accidental capture of dozens of women. Her reaction surprised me. I had expected the same scepticism that I had got from Fran that day in the office, but instead she seemed to accept the whole thing. Then I realised she was humouring me. "Well, James," she said when I had finished (and I noted that she was calling me uninvited by my first name and in a distinctly patronising manner), "I certainly must congratulate you. That's one of the best elaborated delusions I've heard for a long time." "So that's all it is, is it?" "Please," she said; "I've written papers on this sort of thing." "Then how do you account for Wendy, and Fran and the others?" "Well," she said, "I agree it's a little surprising you've got these women to go along with you, but there are plenty of cases on record where an attractive, charismatic man has managed to draw apparently quite sensible and level-headed women into his fantasy world. But it doesn't alter the fact that it's a delusion. It would be quite amusing if not for its effect on women's lives." I decided that two could play the humouring game, and the first-name game. "You certainly seem to have it all worked out, Laura," I told her. "I have," she said complacently. "All right," I said. "Wendy, I think perhaps Laura would like to see the rest of my delusion. Let's show her what's going on here. Take the phone off loudspeaker a moment, please, darling, and pass me to Fran, if she's there." I told Fran that she and Connie should go downstairs and tell the rest of the girls to relax, the emergency was over, they should go back to whatever they had been doing before the interruption. If a woman with clothes happened to pass by they were to pay her no attention even if they recognised her (as many presumably would) but if she spoke to them they were to answer frankly. So Laura, led by Wendy and with Fran and Connie tagging along, undertook her tour. I listened in to begin with, but after a few initial comments Laura lapsed into almost complete silence, so I turned to other matters. Wendy took the tour slowly, so that Laura stayed a considerable time in each room and had ample time to take in whatever was happening before she moved on. First they attended the library, where activities were relatively decorous. Until Laura's arrival at the house Wendy, with Alicia's assistance, had been running an impromptu deportment class for a few girls, and now Alicia was carrying on alone. Although remarkable in that teacher and pupils were wearing nothing except high-heeled sandals, this was a quiet, orderly scene punctuated only by the occasional thump as some valuable volume borrowed from George's shelves fell from a girl's head. Laura, who took pride in her appearance, felt she was actually picking up some useful points for bearing herself as she watched the girls practise. But she was surprised there were so many girls here (six, including Alicia) and that they were all so young and pretty; moreover some of them were vaguely familiar from Cambridge. This James man is clearly mad, she thought, but he must be dangerously charismatic. "Is that it?" she asked eventually. "Oh, no," Wendy assured her. "That's only the start." They passed into the drawing room, which housed George's immense (of course) plasma-screen (of course) television. Laura suppressed a shudder of distaste as she saw the hardcore pornography on the screen. It was Connie, inevitably, that had decided that the weekend would be enlivened by a stock of triple-X multiple-penetration DVDs and these had found a ready audience; there must have been ten or a dozen naked girls dotted around the room, all utterly fascinated, several feeling themselves suggestively. Laura recognised among them more faces she had seen around Cambridge, and was shocked that young women would watch this material. It did not need an expert psychologist like her to know that the normal female reaction to this sort of thing was indifference at best, and much more often disgust. How could these girls lap it up? She spent some time vainly scrutinising them for any possible clue until her eye was caught by one particular activity on the screen that repelled her so much she had to move on. The dining room, however, was hardly an improvement. There were even more girls here, about fifteen, and one of them, a buxom black woman a little older than the others (this was Gina) was standing on the sturdy oak table giving a talk describing, in unsparing detail, exactly how a girl goes about pleasing a man. Entirely naked, she held a large black dildo with which she demonstrated, on herself, various possible moves and explained their advantages and disadvantages (strictly from the point of view of the man). She held her audience spellbound. After a while she put the dildo aside. "Now," she explained, "what we really need here is Jim. But he's busy," she smiled, and the girls laughed as from the garden there came the distinct sound of a massive female orgasm, "so you'll have to make do with me." With that she rummaged in her holdall and emerged with an even bigger dildo, this one of the strap-on variety. She put it on and announced, thrusting it proudly forward, "Right, I'm the man. Who wants to come up here and be the girl?" Every girl in class raised her hand. Laura watched in fascinated horror and revulsion as a student called Penny, whom she knew to say hello to, was plucked randomly from the audience and quickly and skilfully steered through a succession of gross sexual acts during which every possible hole was penetrated and throughout which Gina maintained a non-stop commentary, pointing out good moves and bad moves and offering all manner of suggestions and handy hints. It was a veritable fucking masterclass. Finally the smiling and sweating Gina sent Penny back to her place and announced, "Right, that's one-girl. But often guys want two girls; then we have to work together. Any volunteers?" Again a forest of hands went up. As Gina picked out a couple of girls, Laura decided she had seen enough, and the tour proceeded to the sitting room. Here, at least, nothing disgusting was going on; naked girls were simply draped lazily around the room, chatting and laughing, drinking wine or eating fruit, or merely gazing blankly into space with blissed-out smiles. Laura relaxed a little, dully asking Wendy whether this completed the full stock of women. "I think a few have wandered out in the grounds," said Wendy, "but otherwise, yes, that's the lot." Looking round, Laura saw those idiot Marjoribanks twins giggling together on the sofa; she knew them from Cambridge, of course, but she could never remember their first names nor, for that matter, could she tell them apart. Then she was shocked to see a much more familiar face. "Kathryn!" she exclaimed. "Kathryn Hayward! What are you doing here?" It was at this moment, back in the garden, that I happened to tune in again. I had been otherwise engaged for some time. It had been obvious from an early stage that the tour would be very boring to follow by phone, and besides I had a raging erection as it must have been almost two hours since my last fuck and after what I had got used to the day before this seemed an unduly protracted abstention. I was not sure which girl I wanted -- any would do, let me be frank -- so I took pot luck and waited behind a hedge, reckoning that on such a lovely day it would not be long before someone took a walk in this direction. Only a few minutes passed before I heard approaching voices, then Olga, the blonde Estonian goddess, hove into view talking with a pretty student with shoulder-length brown hair whose face I vaguely remembered from yesterday. It was good, I thought, to see girls from such different backgrounds getting on so well. They were surprised to see me but, of course, delighted. Considering that I had given her the fuck of her life the day before and that she now loved me with utter devotion, I thought the brunette might be offended that I had to ask her name. But not a bit of it; she told me it was Megan and added sympathetically, "Poor James, it's so good and generous of you to see so many of us. It must be so very difficult for you." "It's tough work, but very satisfying," I told her, and got down to some daylight open-air fucking to complement my nocturnal activities in much the same spot with Fran and Connie. I took Olga first so that I could really let myself go with Megan. It was her cries of ecstasy that interrupted Gina's lecture. It was as I sat between their prone bodies that I picked up the phone in time to hear Laura's surprise at seeing Kathryn. Laura was, in fact, almost kicking herself at her failure up to this point to connect Kathryn's lovesickness with what was happening to Elspeth. This vital clue had been right under her nose and she had failed to realise its significance. "Hi, Laura," said Kathryn with a casual wave. "What are you doing here?" repeated Laura. Kathryn looked hesitant. "Answer freely, dear," encouraged Wendy. Kathryn rolled her eyes and let out a sigh that started at the soles of her feet and got stronger all the way up. "James," she breathed. "That libidinous man of mine," said Wendy, shaking her head but smiling. Laura ignored this and focused on Kathryn. "You mean this man just summoned you here to, er, make love?" "To fuck," corrected Kathryn cheerfully. "He brought me here to fuck." "I can't believe it," said Laura quietly, more to herself than anyone. She sounded subdued, almost crushed, certainly a little scared. Then she turned to Wendy, not angrily now, but almost pleadingly. "But you, Mrs Walker --" "Wendy," said Wendy. "All right, Wendy. You seem like a sensible, balanced sort of person. How can you let this go on? How can you be so blasé? You must know it's all wrong." "I know nothing of the sort," replied Wendy firmly. Then she continued in more sympathetic tones, "Laura, I know this must be very hard for you to understand, but none of the women in this house, me included, would have it any other way. Since my darling James acquired his -- well, gift -- my life has changed out of all recognition, and all for the better. My only regret is that it didn't happen years ago." "You're not telling me," said Laura hotly, her spirit returning, "that if someone had offered you this life before it happened, you'd have wanted it." "Oddly enough," Wendy replied, "James himself asked me something like that the other day, and I'll tell you the same as I told him. You're right. I shouldn't have wanted it because --" "Ah!" cried Laura. "Wait, hear me out. I shouldn't have wanted it because I could never have imagined what it would really be like. I never dreamt anyone could be as happy and fulfilled as I've become these last few weeks. And if I'd known that, if I'd really understood what it could do for me, then yes, of course I'd have wanted it. Anyone would." "Not me," said Laura in horror. "You've given up self-respect, free will, everything that matters, everything that makes you a real person." Wendy was plainly affronted at not being considered a real person. "Rubbish", she snapped. "What do you think is happening, Laura? Do you think there's some different 'me', buried away inside somewhere, that's being held prisoner by the serum? That's not how it works. I'm still the same 'me'; that's the only 'me' there is. And I've still got my free will." "But the serum's controlling you, it's changing how you feel and what you think." "Tell her, Fran," said Wendy. "Tell her your Law." "Laura," explained Fran, "these feelings we have, we know they're caused by the serum, but that doesn't mean they're not real feelings." "But can't you see?" implored Laura. "It's changed you, it's made you different." "Of course it has," agreed Fran calmly. "But so do lots of things in life change us, make us different. The thing about the serum is that the changes are so positive." "Positive?" echoed Laura in disbelief. "They're appalling." "Listen, Laura," said Wendy. "Let me tell you some not very ancient history. The difference between 'me' now and 'me' a month ago isn't that we're different people; it's that I was miserable then and now I'm not. I was fed up with James and thinking of divorcing him even though I knew I'd be just as unhappy without him as I was with him, and lonely to boot. What sort of life was that?" "A free one," said Laura firmly. "A free miserable one," said Wendy. "And now I've got a free happy one. Which would you rather?" "This is grotesque," declared Laura. "I'm not bandying words with you any longer. I'm taking my student and I'm leaving you to your 'free happy life'. It's one of subservience to a sexual monster." "Don't knock it till you've tried it," said Wendy. "May I please see Elspeth now?" asked Laura with exaggerated politeness. "I should think she's taking notice by this time," replied Wendy. "Let's go and find out."

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Title: Benny's Dragon by PBFurry Tags: Dragon, M/F, Personal Redemption, Reincarnation Benny's Dragon Originally written: May, 1998 Revised version: October, 2003 by original author Benny stood in the middle of a long-abandoned and overgrown pasture. He listened to the trilling, soothing chirps of the crickets and breathed the fragrant scent of honeysuckle and wildflowers. He watched the orange-amber orb of the setting sun as it ignited the undersides of passing high clouds with a fiery brilliance reminiscent of some artist's greatest landscape portrait. It was a perfect late-spring evening. Benny thought it would have been perfect if Michelle was by his side. Yes, it would have been heaven-on-earth. Michelle was taken from Benny a year earlier in a fatal horseback-riding accident. Her normally-surefooted Arabian stallion tripped over a stone hidden in the tall grass and threw her off his bare back in mid-gallop. Michelle broke her neck on impact with the ground. The coroner said she lived at least an hour before she died and might have even survived if help had reached her in time. But she was riding alone that morning. Benny was riding his Harley Davidson motorcycle down a nearby country road, angry and frustrated at an earlier argument they had over a trivial matter. A trivial matter! Even now Benny could not recall what it was about, but it cost him his Michelle, his love, his joy. Of That he was sure. After the funeral he sat alone in his house in the deep-cushioned chair where he had cuddled Michelle in his arms, and gave her the foot massages she enjoyed so much that so often lead to passionate lovemaking. He sat there for days with a .45-caliber revolver in his hand, contemplating whether or not to use it on himself. Eventually Benny realized there were no amount of tears, no amount of Jack Daniel's, and no amount of calling out her name in the darkness that would bring her back. His heart had died but somehow, some way, he managed to put the gun away and tried to live life one day at a time, even if those days would forever be filled with the profound sense of loss--over a trivial matter. He sold his motorcycle, a birthday present from his deceased father, and Michelle's horse (not because he blamed him, but he wanted to give him a happier life somewhere else) and bought a flatbed truck. He spent his days hauling supplies for his neighbors, often for free, while living off his late love's life insurance. He wasn't lazy, he had just lost his ambition and love of life. He felt like a hypocrite living off the benefit, but since his life came to a grinding halt on that fateful day, it was all he had with which to remember her by. He lived frugally, only using what he needed to pay the bills and keep himself fed. Maybe someday in the future he felt he could serve a purpose again, and he would remember Michelle and thank her for the strength she gave him, even in her death. Spending the winter shut in his home Benny waited-out the snows re-lived his times with Michelle: stroking her long, sweet-scented auburn hair, touching her smooth skin, caressing her in the most intimate places and feeling like the luckiest man in the world to be granted such privileges. Then as spring warmed the world around thim and caused life to blossom forth again, nearly every day he came to this place, the place where it happened, and stared at the thick grass and widlflower-strewned ground. The stark black-and-white images of Michelle's lifeless body from the coroner's report were burned into his mind as if with a firebrand. What argument was worth a life, he thought, over a trivial matter? The distant drone of a small plane's engine drew Benny from his somber contemplations. He looked up and watched passively as the plane approached, the undersides of its wings lit brilliantly by the setting sun, making the plane far more conspicuous in the fiery-orange sky. For a moment he thought he saw something else up there, a strange, shadowy, fluttering figure that skimmed through the underbelly of the clouds. Benny disgarded it as a mote in his eye. He started to walk walked back to the house, and noticed the pitch of the plane's engine had changed suddenly. Benny looked up, but whatever happened was westard and the setting sun's final glories obscured his vision just then. Benny's failing curiosity assuaged, he continued back to the house. Benny ate a microwaved dinner, fell into his chair, watched some television, then fell asleep. He dreamed of Michelle, as if she was there once again, stroking his cheek, looking into his eyes to comfort his pain. When he awoke, there were tears in his eyes again, for some reason the dream was more real and intense than usual. The evening news was winding-up the five-day weather forecast. He was about to click-off the set with the remote when an anchorwoman appeared on the screen: "Finally, this just in:" she began, "a bizarre report of a mid-air collision between a private aircraft and what has been described as an 'enormous birdlike reptie'. The incident occurred at about seven-thirty this evening. The pilot, Norman Sooner was flying small private plane the over Placerfield area near Warmington Air Force Base when he claimed he was 'sideswiped by a large winged creature without feathers with a long neck and tail'. Sooner went on to state that the creature was nearly man-sized, and lizardlike in appearance. A local FAA official was quoted as commenting that the plane more likely may have encountered either a large kite or an ultralight aircraft. Sooner landed his damaged plane safely at the Placerville airport. Meanwhile, although no missing aircraft have been reported in the area, the Placerfield Sheriff's Department says it will conduct a search of the area at first light tomorrow. A spokesman for the Warmington Air Force Base had no comment on the incident, but stated that at no time were any military aircraft outside of its airspace in the past twenty-four hours. Damage to the aircraft is estimated at five thousand dollars." Benny tuned the set off. He thought about the plane he saw over his pasture, the strange "something" he saw out of the corner of his eye, and the sudden change in the plane engine's pitch. The newscaster said the incident occurred "over the Placerfield area near Warmingon Air Force Base". That was where lived. The timing was right, too. Benny lived in a secluded area, despite his proximity to the base. If that plane had hit an ultralight, there may be a pilot nearby: injured, alone, and in need of help. Just like Michelle! He considered calling emergency services to report what he saw, somewhat amazed that there were no immediate efforts to locate a possibly downed pilot of another aircraft. Benny couldn't sleep that night until he knew for sure. He thought of how Michelle had laid in that field alone and helpless, her final minutes of life spent in pain and suffering. There could be no redemption for her loss, but maybe he could help someone in need. How could they not conduct a search? Benny went to the garage and gathered-up his flashlight, first-aid kit, and an assortment of ropes and blankets. He threw the whole kit onto his flatbed and drove into the night, the lights from the halogen light-bar across the cab roof of his truck blazed a trail into the pasture. Benny decided the logical place to start searching was where he heard and saw the plane. He used the compass mounted on his dashboard to drive westward into the dark night. Neglected and overgrown, the rutted and stone-strewn field bit at the undercarriage of his truck dispite its high ground clearance. He drove with the windows down, the thick, damp smell of verdant vegitation hung thickly in the cool, humid air. He could almost taste the sweet waftings of fresh hay and alfalfa from nearby tended fields. It was a slow, tedious search, fearing he would run-over anybody out here before he saw them. Eventually, he decided it would be safer to stop the truck and search on foot, carrying a powerful flashlight. He had not walked a hundred feet when he stumbled over a limp form on the ground. He shone his flashlight on the form and what he saw took his breath away. The pilot's description was incredibly accurate. What Benny saw lying before him was indeed a man-sized lizard-like creature. It had long, spindly arms and legs with long, webbed-and-clawed fingers and toes. Also it did indeed have a long, slender tail and a long neck. The head was a bulbous shape, with a long, tapered, snoutish muzzle. The creature's eyes were closed. The most incredible parts of the creature had to be the two large wings laying crumpled behind its back, joined to the lean body behind its shoulders. Benny stepped back and looked over the creature from head-to-tail and one word popped into his mind. He mumbled the word softly... "Dragon." He recalled Michelle had a fascination for the mythical beasts. Her collection of artwork and sculptures of dragons was quite impressive. Often when they lay together in bed she spoke of the dreams she had of gliding though the skies on her own dragon's wings. Though Benny himself showed only a passive interest in the creatues--mostly for Michelle's sake--he had to likewise admit their legend quite compelling. Venerated and dispised by cultures worldwide, the creatures seemed more to be an extension of man's own imaginive rationalizations of his own behavior than a belief in some actualy beast; something like the "alien scares" of the mid-20th centruy were mostly a result of people's insecurity in the face of encroaching totalitarianism. Dragons served their purpose in giving someone a focus for their anxieties, Benny though, but nothing more. However this creature was no figment of his imagination, no hallucination brought-about by too many shots of whiskey. Benny's mind raced. What should I do, he thought, call 911? The Sheriff? A vet? CNN? Perhaps the nearby air force base. Benny shook his head to get focused. He decided the first thing to do is to get this creature out of the pasture. There were coyotes, stray dogs, and other creatures on the loose here and he didn't want his "find" to be chewed and mangled of existence. Along that line of thought, he stepped closer to the dragon to examine it more thoroughly. Its skin, a reddish brown in the pale halogen beam of his flashlight, didn't appear to be broken. He shone the light around where the creature lie. No sign of blood, but he noticed a trail of flattened grass leading off out of sight, suggesting the creature had actually landed deeper in the pasture and had crawled to this spot. Benny knelt by the creature's head, the foggy beams from the lightbar on his truck some 20 yards back added a dreamlike ambiance to the scene. It was perfectly still. Nervously, Benny reached out and placed his open palm next to the dragon's snout. For a moment there was nothing. Then he felt it, moist and warm: breath. The dragon was still alive! "Holy shit!" Benny said under his breath. Benny ran half-stumbling back to his flatbed truck. Quickly he pulled down the plywood ramp and cursed as the equipment he brought with him tumbled down into the wet grass. He didn't want to take the chance to drive closer and risk injuring or startling the beast. He frantically recalled his training from a failed six-month course at a vet school years before when he was still trying to impress Michelle. Carefully, he checked the dragon's body as best he could for broken bones. Benny didn't have the slightest idea what kind of anatomy the creature had, but he felt the dragon's arms and legs, almost relieved that they were similar to other mammal or reptile limbs, the bones all seemed to be in the right places and thankfully unbroken. He noticed how warm and smooth its skin was, not the rough scales he expected. Gently Benny ran his hands over its chest, feeling for broken ribs and felt the rise and fall of the dragon's chest as it breathed. He felt its heartbeat too--very strong and steady. In the course of his exam, he blushed when he discovered what could only be female genitalia. "So, you're a lady dragon," he whispered. The last part of his field examination was of the dragon's wings. It didn't appear that anything was broken, but there was some swelling along the forward portions of the right wing. Benny felt frustrated, wondering if that was normal or not. After all, it was his first dragon examination. Throughout the ordeal the creature remained unconscious. Benny stood up and crossed his arms, looking down at the dragon, who slept with an almost-serene look on her face, "Now what do I do with you?" Benny decided to try to lift the dragon himself. He knelt beside her and gently slipped his arms under her torso. He test-lifted and found that the dragon was much lighter than he expected for a creature her size. Perhaps her bones were honeycombed like a bird's to keep her weight down so she could fly, Benny though. Slowly, steadily, he cradled the dragon's limp body against his, letting her limbs fall as naturally as possible on either side, and rose to his feet. Benny cursed when he realized dragon's wings were dragging on the ground. There was nothing he could do about it but walk backward to the truck and let the wings drag without folding over themselves and causing further damage. Eventually, he got the creature to the truck and laid her on the plywood ramp, covered her with the blankets, and drove home as fast as he dared, snarling at every rut and dip in the pasture his tires were bound to hit. Back home, Benny prepared a place for the dragon in the garage. He placed two old mattresses next to each other and covered them as best he could with all the clean sheets in the house. He found an electric space heater and plugged it in. He backed his truck up as close as he could and lifted the dragon from the flatbed and laid her down on the bedding on her side and arranged her limbs and wings in as natural a state as he could imagine. The bare hundred-watt bulb in the rafters now gave Benny a better look at the creature. She was more red than brown, and her skin had markings on it similar to camouflage. Benny felt a slight tingle down his spine as he looked at the resting creature; she was a beautiful creature, Benny thought, like one of Michelle's favorite dragon sculptures. Benny found he was staring at the dragon for a very long time. He shook his head to clear it and a thought came to him. He had no idea of what kind of attitude this creature may have towards him when and if she awoke. He pulled the truck clear of the garage opening and left the garage door open in case she panicked and wanted to leave. Also, he found a large steel mixing bowl in the kitchen, filled it with water, and left it by the dragon's head. Benny backed away slowly, he watched as the creature's arms and legs twitched slightly as if it were a dreaming dog. "Oh Ben, what have you gotten yourself into?" He asked himself, wiping his brow, feeling suddenly quite exhausted. Shuffling through his empty house, he found himself in the room Michelle used. He turned on the pale-blue bulb that gave the room a mystical illumination. She liked that effect, he thought, and it only served to endear her to him all-the-more. Benny looked about at the neatly-made bed, untouched since the day of that horrible accident that took her from him. He looked at her bureau, the cosmetics and trinkets that make her feel comfortable still in place. It seemed overly-sentimental to Benny, who fancied himself a practical man, to leave this room in a shrine-like state. But it was Michelle's room--and all he had by which to remember her. Now he found himself staring at the myriad figurines of dragons and other mythical creatures on her shelves and atop her dresser. "Oh Michelle," he whispered softly, "you would have loved what I have in the garage, wouldn't you? I just wish you were here--" He felt the catch in his throat and the tears welled-up in his eyes again. Benny glared at the wall in the general direction of the garage, "why? Why do you have to bring all of it back to me? You damned thing? Why are you here?" He slammed the wall, cracking the plaster. Frustrated, confused, and simply overwhelmed by what happened that night, Benny collapsed on Michelle's bed and hugged a pillow tight against his body. He wept himself to sleep. The sound of distant helicopters whallopping the air over the air base woke Benny the next morning. He crawled out of Michelle's bed and immediately cursed the stiffness in his lower back. He must've hurt his back carrying the dragon, he thought. She didn't seem that heavy, but perhaps the adrenaline rush at such an incredible discovery may have masked his condition. Despite the pain, he went through the kitchen to the garage door and paused. "Well, here we go, Ben, let's see if last night was a dream after all." Benny opened the door. The water bowl was empty. The dragon was gone. "Aw, shit!" Benny said in frustration, "I should have taken a picture." However, he knew inside that he had thought last night more about the well-being of the dragon than of his potential fame for finding her. Still, there was an unexpectedly profound sense of loss. The strange and beautiful creature had for a moment revived him, made him feel something again. She could never replace Michelle in his heart, of course, but it did make him feel something. He hated the creature for that at first. But with the morning sunlight filling the garage and shining upon the empty mattresses where the dragon laid, he only felt a profound sense of loss. The creature would not even know who was her benefactor. His back spasmed again and he shook his head to put it out of his mind. Benny limped out into the morning sunlight. It was a bright morning, fragrant with the smell of wildflowers, the plaintive-shrill calls of peacocks in the distance assailed his ears. There was a warm, moist feel to the air, like it was trying to embrace him and bring him back to life, almost a tingling sensation as if there was some kind of energy in the air. There was another sound, a kind of chirping/purring sound that came from behind and above him. Benny turned around and looked up. There, perched on the roof of the garage, was the dragon. "Oh, boy!" Benny exclaimed, "You stayed!" The dragon responded by cocking her head. "You don't understand a word I'm saying, do you?" As if in response to his voice, the dragon stood and suddenly leaped off the roof. She extended her wings. Benny watched in gaped-mouth awe as the creature took flight, he shivered at the magnificent sight of the dragon's fully-extended wings. Then he noticed her right wing did not flap properly, causing the dragon to circle left as it glided to earth. It landed roughly but upright, standing as tall as he on her long, slender legs. The dragon folded her wings behind her back. They towered two feet over her head like two draped tentpoles. She curled her tail around her left leg and to Benny's surprise, approached him with a nonchalant reptilian grace. Benny, overcome by the moment, simply stood there, the pain in his back nearly forgotten. "You're--not afraid of me are you?" Benny said softly as the dragon approached. Thoughts rushed through his head. Perhaps there were men where she came from. Perhaps she was even someone's...pet? Perhaps she had some innate ability to discern friend-from-foe. Regardless of the rationale, it was obvious the dragon somehow knew who he was. She stopped a few feet from Benny. Stretching her long, graceful neck, she moved her head forward until the tip of her snout was almost touching Benny's lips. The dragon's tongue flicked out and swiped Benny's mouth and nose. The dragon drew back, snapping her jaws and breathing heavily, then leaned her head forward again and licked the side of Benny's face. A feeling of excitement flushed through Benny, as if the dragon had communicated to him through this simple contact that she know who he was and what he did for her. Perhaps touch is how these creatures communicated, he thought. The feel of the dragon's warm, smooth tongue upon his skin sent another odd shiver down his spine. Dispite this incredibly unusual situation for the both of them, the creature seemed perfectly at-ease. Still, being human, he responded with his voice. "My name is Benny," he said, patting his chest, "Ben-ny. Benny." The dragon purred and patted her chest. She then began to make intricate gestures with her hands. "Sign language!" Benny exclaimed, that made sense; obviously the dragon's snout wasn't designed for the complex vocalizations of human speech, but this was also apparently a very intelligent creature. It was the logical alternative, yet Benny hardly knew American Sign Language, let alone a dragon's. Still he held his hand out to her, palm-up, and hoped some signs were universal. She reached out slowly with her hand as if as worried about startling Benny as he was concerned likewise and gently grasped his hand in her slender claws. She turned it over and caressed his fingers, her dark, shimmering eyes wide with obvious curiosity. Benny was pleasantly surprised at how quickly and without fear the dragoness was responding to him. He also noticed how soft her palm was; and the claws, though ominous-looking, were not sharp. After the inspection she released him and signed again, drawing a circle around her chest, pointing at the sky, the pasture, and then pointing at Benny. "Yes, I brought you here," Benny replied, guessing blindly at the dragon's signing, "I found you in the pasture and brought you here." He pointed at the pasture, the truck, and himself. The dragon nodded as if she understood. The dragon next walked around Benny as if to inspect his body. Benny turned his head and followed her gaze at him. Her snout was parted slightly, revealing rows of gleaming teeth and a flicking tongue that tasted the air in a snakelike fashion. He felt the tingle in the air again and knew it was coming from her, like a sixth sense that penetrated his body. Benny felt the dragon could actually see inside of him, the tingle was an exhillerating sensation. It reminded Benny of a dolphin's ability to use sound to navigate and "see" inside other creatures with their penetrating unltrasonics. Benny smiled, "you're really something, aren't you?" As Benny turned his upper torso to follow the dragon's circle, he suddenly felt as if he had been stabbed in the back with a hot knife. For a moment, he thought the dragon had attacked him somehow, but then he realized it was his back injury that finally gave way. He doubled over in pain and fell to his knees, winding-up wincing in a fetal position on the ground. "This sucks!" Benny spat out, "Here I am, making first contact with an unknown creature, and I have to foul-up my back!" Benny pounded the ground in frustration, eyes shut tight in his private battle with the lumbar agony he felt. He felt something touching him. He looked up and saw the dragon kneeling over him. She was running her hands over his torso. Eventually, her hands found the small of his back where his muscles were in spasm. The dragon nuzzled gently against his cheek, purring forth with a soothing timbre. Benny looked up at her and saw her eyes fixed on his, "what are you doing?" He moaned as she leaned over him and brought her snout close to his back. Benny could feel her soft snout probing over his shirt. On impulse, Benny lifted up his shirt and exposed his lower back to her. He felt her snout on his bare skin, hot and tender from the pain within. He felt her tongue lick right over the aching vertibrae. Within moments, the pain was gone! Benny was stunned! It appeared the dragon had some kind of healing power within her tongue. Also, the thought that this strange creature felt such empathy for him made Benny feel oddly warm inside. He looked up into her shimmering dark eyes and could only whisper, "Thank you". The dragon then helped Benny to his feet. He found he couldn't resist this amazing creature's assistance. He was still rather stiff, but at least he could walk. "I--I have to go inside and lie down," he said, then gestured to the house. The dragon seemed to understand and let Benny lean against her as they walked back into the garage. He realized he couldn't make it to his bed without her help and so he allowed the dragon help him down onto the mattresses he had set up for her the night before. Benny felt strange. There was little pain but he felt a bit dizzy, like the effect of heavy pain killers. He didn't resist as the dragon gently laid him on his side and arranged his arms and legs to be comfortable. She seized the empty bowl he had filled with water for her and sprinted out of the garage, taking flight--out of sight. Still in a bit of a daze, Benny lost track of how long she was gone. Perhaps she felt she had returned the favor for helping her out last night and was on her way back to--wherever she lived, he thought. Once more his mind was filled with an unexpectedly profound sense of loss. How could such a strange and alien creature make him feel like this? So kind and gentle she was, moreso than most humans he had met, except for his Michelle--his Michelle. His sense of loss only doubled when he thought of her. Now this strange animal falls into his life out of the sky and teases his heart in ways that could only be considered unnatural? And now she was gone as well. Gripped by feelings of anger, frustration, and sadness, he trembled on the mattresses, the scent from the honeysuckle where the dragon lay before he found her was still on the sheets. Now he had even more memories to haunt his dreams. Benny heard the soft flapping sounds over the garage and through closed eyelids the sunlight bocked by a shadow. He dared to open his eyes and he couldn't help but smile broadly at the sight of the she-dragon standing just outside, carefully folding her wings behind her, the right one still stiff and slow to respond. She was carefully carrying the bowl, now full of water, in her hands. "You--came back!" Benny said in a trembling voice. The dragon walked to the mattresses in her graceful stride. She knelt very close beside Benny, he could smell her unique sweet scent now. Her skin was moist and free of the muddy mottling of her rough landing the night before. She held the bowl in one hand and cupped her other hand behind Benny's head. She made some rather obvious slurping sounds with her snout and tongue and offered him the water. "For me?" Benny asked. The dragon nodded and urged his head closer to the bowl. Benny was simply amazed at how gentle and caring this creature was for someone not of her own kind--or world. Benny took a sip. It tasted like sweet mineral water, a bit salty, but still pleasant. He didn't feel like he was in any shape to question from where she got it. He suddenly felt quite thirsty and emptied the bowl. He suddenly felt much better. He sat up slowly his back felt stiff, but serviceable. Benny also found himself nose-to-snout with the dragon, who promptly licked his nose and inhaled as he exhaled. She blew a steady stream of moist air in his face. Benny realized what she was doing: breath-sharing, not unlike what horses do. Sometimes Michelle's horse would nuzzle her and him in a similar fashion. Obligingly, he inhaled her sweet breath. Benny then laid down again. The dragon laid next to him, stretching herself out beside him and looking at him with enormous dark eyes that now seemed to sparkle with tiny, swirling pinpoints of light. Very beautiful eyes, Benny thought. Again, an impulse he could not deny caused him to slip his arms slowly around the dragon's lean body. She did not resist his embrace. "Thank you," he said with a profound sense of fulfillment. After awhile Benny felt well enough to get up and go inside. Slowly he got up, the dragon watched him closely, not interfering, but seemingly ready to help if needed. He stood up and faced the dragon, who was now also standing. He reached out and took her hand. She didn't resist. "Look," Benny said, "I helped you, you helped me. I guess we're even. I'm not gonna say anything to anybody about you. I hope you find your way home--wherever that is." Benny knew in his heart that it was the most insincere thing he had ever said. He couldn't deny he wanted her to stay. What he wanted to deny where the feelings he found blossoming in his heart for this exotic creature, feelings that could only be considered unnatural and even perverted. Benny raised her delicately-webbed hand to his lips and kissed it. Her skin was much warmer than his, and smelled slightly spicy. He held her had for a few more precious seconds then released it and turned to enter the house. He felt strange, as if he tried to pull away from some magnetic force that was tugging at his gut, making it more aand more a struggle to leave her than he expected. As he passed through the doorframe to the kitchen, he paused and turned and saw the dragon standing there, looking at him, her head cocked, her jaws parted slightly. Dragon or human, it was an unmistakable questioning expression. "What do you want?" Benny asked in softly, his voice trembling dispite his best effort to remain calm. He held his hands palms-up at his sides. The dragon didn't hesitate, walked up to Benny and held out her hand--the one he kissed. Benny took it and she stepped toward him. Benny's heart skipped a beat as she pressed the tip of her snout to his lips. This was no nuzzle. He drew a quick breath, laden with her scent and pressed back into the kiss with her. It felt as though it were the most natural thing he could do. He felt something warm and wet pressing against his mouth. Pushing down his denial and every moral taboo that flared in his mind, he parted his lips and the dragon's warm tongue slithered easily into his mouth, drawing itself over his own tongue and the roof of his mouth. The sensation was exquisite. Not since Michelle had he allowed another human, let alone nonhuman, to kiss him in this fashion, yet he didn't resist this fantastic creature's probings. At first it felt unnatural, yes, but also incredibly pleasurable. Benny and the dragon kissed deeply for what seemed to be a very long time. Incredibly, Benny thought, he was losing an inner-battle in his heart, the hard shell that formed about it with the loss of Michelle was being torn away by the kiss of this creature. The dragon pulled her tongue out of Benny's mouth and gazed into his eyes. Benny's mouth was coated on the inside with the dragon's saliva, and he had no choice but to swallow it. It tasted like raw meat and molasses and he could feel it as it flowed down his throat and into his stomach. It had the effect of a shot of brandy. Benny's eyes widened, "you put that in my water too, didn't you?" The dragon bowed her head. "Well, I guess you thought you were just helping me the only way you knew how. Your saliva is like a painkiller or tranquilizer, isn't it?" The dragon cocked her head as she appeared to be trying to assimilate his words and just kept her gaze upon him. Benny looked back and thought for a moment her gaze was almost leering. Benny stepped back into the kitchen. The dragon tried to follow, but couldn't negotiate the doorway; her wings were too high. Benny Realized this, walked back to her, and gently placed a hand on her chest. He could feel the fierce racing of her heart. For a long moment, the two exchanged looks, each seemingly trying to assertain from the other what was to happen next--or what each other's intentsions were. The dragon suddenly vocalized a soft, melodic moan that caused Benny to tremble. It was a mournful, beckoning call that touched his heart deeply. He made a decision at that moment, a decition to abandon conventional wisdom and rationality and simply embrace the moment, wherever it would lead. He reached out to her and rested a hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry. I won't leave you alone." He nodded his head and stepped forward back into the garage as she stepped back. Benny hit the "close" button on the garage door switch panel next to the kitchen entrance. The dragon watched silently as the big door closed and gave them privacy. Benny then stood before the dragon and smiled at her, almost giddy, "Okay, I'm all yours." The dragon cocked her head and purred deep within her throat. She stepped toward him and once again pressed her snout to his lips. This time he opened his mouth willingly and greeted her tongue with his. The dragon then moved close enough to embrace Benny, her flexible neck curved to allow her to both kiss Benny and hold him against her body. Benny could hardly believe this was happening! It was as if he lived some incredible fantasy dream, yet he felt more and more compelled to it, determined not to run or pull away, but to let his instincts and her needs--and his needs--command the moment. After they had kissed for awhile, Benny had swallowed enough of the dragon's narcotic saliva that he felt almost intoxicated, but not to the point of being physically impaired. He felt he could stop this at any time, but he didn't want to. He really thought the dragon was a beautiful, gentle, and now even a passionate creature. No longer did he feel the inhibitions that were the barriers between man and beast. For once, he would surrendered to his heart and felt they both needed this, and he would not resist. The dragon padded over to the mattresses and knelt in the middle of them She looked up at Benny with wide, entreating eyes. Benny just knew what to do. He began to undress. The dragon watched intensely as Benny removed his shirt, pants, shoes, socks, and finally, his underwear. He stood naked before the dragon and turned about slowly. "Well, here I am. This is what a human looks like. What do you think?" The garage floor was cold beneath his bare feet, so he walked over to the mattresses and stepped up on the sheet. Slowly, shaking slightly from the effects of the dragon's oral fluids and also out of anticipation, he knelt facing the dragon, suddenly aware of those claws and what they could do to his fragile human flesh. "I--I hope I have an idea what you want to do here," Benny said. He laughed nervously. The dragon crawled over to him on her paws and knees. Her wings extended over his shoulders. She straightened up and reached out with both hands, resting them gently on Benny's bare shoulders, carefully not to let her claws come in contact with his skin. Her hands were much warmer than his skin--almost hot--but not uncomfortably so. She ran her hands down his arms and grasped his hands. She raised them each in turn to her snout and pressed her mouth against them, making a sucking sound like an exaggerated human kiss. She then offered Benny her hands, and he kissed them tenderly. Benny and the dragon exchanged more kisses and caresses, exploring one-another's bodies with their fingers and lips. Benny found his attraction to the extraordinary creature grew moment by moment. He worked his caresses down the dragon's sides, her legs, even to her feet. Benny smiled, recalling how much Michelle enjoyed foot massages and on impulse took one of the dragon's three-toed feet in his hands and began to rub, his fingers stroking the webbings and the elongated toes, rubbing the soft-padded soles that felt remarkably like human skin. The dragon purred extravagantly in response, obviously enjoying this attention to her feet. The dragon scooted closer to Benny until their torsos teased one-other's with their proximity. The dragon placed her hands on his sides and drew his body against hers. Skin against scales, Benny felt the raw heat of her body seep into his own and he started to perspire. The dragon responded by licking the beads of sweat from his forehead between the deep kisses she engaged with him. Benny and the dragon laid together on the mattresses facing each other. The dragon caressed Benny's leg with the sole of her webbed foot, then grasped his foot with her own, interlocking her toes with his, the feeling was quite sensual. Both of them caressed and explored each other, the dragon reached behind herself and draped her tail over their legs. They kissed and pressed their bodies as tightly together as they could. Benny could feel his arousal and wondered what the she-dragon would think of this, but he could no longer restrain his feelings for her and let his erection rub against her smooth belly scales. The dragon turned her attention to his engorged male organ. Benny rolled and laid on his back to allowed his shaft to rise up unencumbered. The dragon stared at Benny's maleness then brought her snout close to it. For a moment, Benny was apprehensive about all those wicked-looking teeth so close to such a vital portion of his anatomy, but his worries were quickly relieved when the dragon's tongue slithered forth and wrapped around his shaft, coating it and nearly coaxing him to climax right then and there. She sensed this and the dragon abruptly ceased her oral pleasure. Without hesitation, the dragon climbed over Benny's body, her backside hovering over his head, her tail stretched out behind her. Benny looked up and saw the dragon's slowly swishing tail. Beneath where it joined her body there was the bright-pink slit that so-resembled a human female's anatomy that it caused Benny to think at least they were similar in at least one way. He reached up and placed his hands on her hips and coaxed her down. The she-dragon's wings slumped in blissfull surrender at either side of her body and she squatted down on him. Benny's lips met her draconian femininity and he kissed and probed her vestibule. He sensed, then felt the reaction in her. She tensed-up, her tail swished faster and he could hear her purring louder and deeper than before. Suddenly, she arched her back, her wings lifted and fluttered, the wingtips actually brushed the unfininished plywood walls and wallstuds of the garage. Benny's face was doused with slippery, spicy-smelling fluid. "I think you liked that!" Benny declared as he lapped at her sweet nectar and caressed her body as lovingly as he would any human lover--even Michelle. The dragon then turned herself around over him and knelt over his stomach, her hindlegs spread to either side of his body. She leaned forward and used her flexible tongue to clean Benny's face of her own jisms. She pressed her snout against his mouth and pressed her tongue deeply inside. Beneath her, Benny's erection became extremely hard and throbbing. Further, his mind had but one thing on it now. "I want you!" Benny said in a deep, shuddering voice. The dragon fluttered her wings and warbled like some impossibly large songbird, her obvious excitemed response to his words as if it was exactly what she herself had hoped for. She lifted her backside up and positioned it over Benny's upthrust shaft and in one smooth motion she lowered herself onto him. Benny moaned with delight as he felt his human shaft enter her warm dragon body, his flesh trembling as it sank deeper into her, her body absorbing all he had. She leaned forward and licked his chest desperately, the tip of her tail brushed back-and-forth over his toes. She was breathing as heavily as he was now. Like him, she was yielding to her desires. The dragon unfurled her wings and began to flap them, each wingbeat lifted her slightly off him then set her back down. She did this repeatedly while grasping Benny's legs with her toes. Now not as careful, her claws raked along Benny's sides but he felt no pain, thoroughly under the influence of the dragon's oral serum. What he did feel was intense pleasure from his penis with every beat of the dragon's wings. Soon his hips began to buck upwards as his body joined the dragon's in lovemaking rhythms. Warm, slick fluid squirted out around his shaft from her, the sensation was indescribable. He had not made love since Michelle, and the long, lonely months of repressed passions were being milked by the sexual prowess of this incredible creature determined to bring Benny to peak of pleasure. Suddenly, the dragon's internal passage clenched tightly on him. She raised her head and let loose a sound like a trumpet blast. Benny's eyes widened at he realized the beautiful creature joined with him had just orgasmed. Over come by this thought and the feelings she was giving her, he arched his back and felt his own climax drawing close, still amazed that he could feel so intensely for another creature. He grasped her sides and caught his breath, his heart raced and his mind roared with the building tension. A few more upward thrusts-- \--and Benny's semen surge up his throbbing shaft and spurted hard and fast into the dragon's passage, pulsing shot-after-shot of his most intimate fluid deep into the creature with a force that astounded him. The she-dragon moaned softly and appeared to experience another orgasm. She clung tightly to her human lover, her body hot and trembling as he continued to spill his seed into her. Human and dragon exchanging glances and deep emotions flowed between them. The dragon slowly slid herself off of Benny and tucked-in her wings. She rolled herself over onto her back beside where Benny lay spent. She looked over at Benny, panting, what appeared to be a smile on her snout. The she-dragon squirmed a bit beside him, rubbing her hot and tense body beside his--and waited. Benny looked over at her and giggled nervously, "Um, I don't think I can--" but Benny felt another tingle rising within his loins. He sensed that somehow the dragon had given him a special gift for this moment and wanted him to use it. Half-belieiving he could, he rolled over her and knelt over her body. He stroked the dragon's chest and ran his hands slowly along her outstretched wings, so enthralled with the creature's exotic beauty. Benny slid his legs back alongside hers and rested his belly over hers. He entered her again. Benny moaned in pleasure as he felt her warm, trembling passage take in his slick, hot shaft once more and he began to thrust into her desperately, his hips pumped with an almost frantic need. The dragon gazed up at her human lover with a blithe and fond expression, letting him take her as he wanted to. Benny clung to the creature as he stroked himself inside of her with a strenght and perfervidity that seemed superhuman. Once again, the dragon moaned and she responded to him with another wave of powerful orgasms racking through her body as he also clentched his teeth as he felt a second climax build. "Forgive me... Michelle," Benny whispered as the hold her ghost had on his heart was finally and irrevokably broken in the second climax and gush of semen that spilled forth from his body into hers, filling her with more of his warm, thick, expression. The intense feelings that washed over him in powerful waves was most intense pleasure he had ever felt! When it was over, Benny and the dragon then lay side-by side, exhausted but happy. They held each other tight on the mattresses, now damp with sweat, saliva, and other fluids from both their bodies Both basked in their afterglows and she stayed with him, cuddled with him, caressed his body. The pain in Benny's back was only a memory now. Slowly she kissed him, savoring every moment together as both recovered from their lovemaking. She then got up and stood by the closed garage door. Benny didn't want her to go now, but knew he couldn't stop her even if he wanted to. Benny surmized she knew as well as he that this was a special moment in time and space, a gift one shared with the other--and that was it. They both gave and took from each other, and both were satisfied. Rising slowly, Benny opened the garage door and she stepped out into the afternoon sun. Still naked, he walked after her and threw his arms around her. She embraced him, but not tightly and desperately like before. He kissed her snout but she gently pushed him away, shaking her head sadly. The dragon then reached into her mouth and grasped one of her large teeth. With a quick twist-and-jerk, she pulled the tooth out of her mouth, leaving an empty socket that pooled with greenish-red fluid. Benny noticed that there was another empty socket on the other side of her jaw that had long-since healed. She offered the tooth to Benny. Reverently, Benny took the dragon's tooth from her hand. Benny wondered if this mean he was only the dragon's second lover or perhaps the second meaningful lover. It was beginning to come together in Benny's mind what that meant. Benny didn't know how he could reciprocate. The dragon looked at it and winced with an expression that could only be sorrow. Still, she took Benny's hand in hers once more and held it tightly. After exchanging one last long look, she unfurled her wngs and thrust herself skyward like a missile, her wing wound appearantly completely healed--or not as injured as he originally thought. Benny was left with a dragon's tooth. He glanced down at it quickly, then back up to his quickly-ascending dragon lover. "Umm--watch out for planes!" Benny called after her, then felt silly saying that. "Goodbye, dear friend," he added, then softly, "farewell, Michelle." The true import of the encounter had dawned upon him. Indeed, the other empty socket in the she-dragon's snout jaw in the same place where Michelle had lost a tooth to an abscess. Benny nodded slowly. Yes, his lover's spirit had finally found its proper place in the universe and she just wanted him to know she was happy. He smiled for her, and the tears he felt streaming down his cheeks were tears of joy. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* A Story by Byzantyn

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Title: Alex and Lash: The BIG surprise by MatheauStratford Tags: Bad Language, Dragon, Human, M/F, Spooge, Tit Fuck Alex and Lash: The BIG surprise Ahhh, the sweetness of it all. Even Alex's dreams were sweeter now. He had broken her at long last, and made her his mate. Although it was more than less against her will, he had taken her, and she had submitted to him. She was his until he saw fit to let her go. He was awakened suddenly as he felt Lash move from under his wing and get up. He shifted his weight as she staggered out of his eyesight, but did not get up. He knew that she would not run. There was nowhere that she COULD run. With his cave as far up as it was, the fall itself would kill her, and the odds of her hiding from him in his own home were non-existent. Laying his head on his fore claws, he waited for her to return. Minutes went by, and still she was not returning. He felt a jerk in his heart as he thought perhaps she had chosen to risk jumping to her death rather than to stay with him. He got up with a rumbling growl and stretched himself before making his way off in the direction that Lash had gone. He rounded the corner to the entrance of the cave and he almost ran over his little pet. She bumped into his massive stomach and fell back down on her behind. "I'm sorry master." She said, casting her eyes down towards the ground. "I....I wasn't watching where I was going." "Apparently you were not, pet." Alex said in a calm, but deep voice to sound intimidating. "And just what were you doing here at the entrance of the cave? Were you trying to plan an escape to get away from me?" Lash could see the gleam in his eye of what would happen if she answered in the affirmative. "Of course not master." She said quickly, getting back to her feet and dusting herself off. "I would never think to try and run from you." This seemed to satisfy him, and he turned, brushing her ankles with his soft tipped tail. Lash started to follow him, thinking that she was okay. But as soon as they were back in the main room, he pushed her down to the ground hard and pinned her to the ground with a claw, making her yell out in surprise as her ass was hiked into the air. She knew what was coming and braced for that large cock to push inside of her, and within seconds, she yelled out as he entered her. It did not hurt so much now as the first time he took her. She was starting to get some pleasure out of it and started to push her hips back against him, trying to take that long, thick cock as deep inside of her little pussy as possible. Alex growled softly as he humped into her hard and slow, leaning down to hiss into her ear. "I do not appreciate being lied to, pet." He said quietly. "I want to know what you were doing at the entrance to that cave, and you will tell me one way or the other." She moaned loudly as he started to press into her faster, feeling the blunt tip of his cock banging at her cervix with each thrust, his heavy balls slapping at her ass. "Ooooh gawwdsss....Master....I.....I wasn't lying to youuuuuu...." She moaned out, pushing back against him with everything she had, reaching between her thighs to play with her clit. She came hard around his thick pole, her juices dripping and flowing, feeling another orgasm coming fast, and yet he persisted in burying himself into her over and over again. "Then tell me why you were gone so long, pet." He hissed, slamming his meat into her so hard her body rocked forward, and she had to put her face on the ground. She struggled to breath with the hard mating, trying to answer him, clenching her pussy muscles tight around him to make him cum. As soon as she did that, he growled loudly and leaned forward and wrapped his jaws around the back of her neck. OH GODS how she loved that, and yet she could not admit it to him. Her hard nipples scraped along the ground with each powerful thrust, only exciting her further. Then he bit down a little too hard, making her whimper in pain. He wanted an answer, and he wasn't going to let her sex clouded mind prevent that. She had no choice but to tell him. Sooner or later he would find out. "I....I was...oooooh.....sick master.....ahhhhhhh.......i didn't want to make a mess.........on your floor." He was close to his own release, and she could feel his balls tightening against her ass as he mercilessly pounded her pussy, his cock growing thicker inside of her and throbbing. Then suddenly he pulled his cock out of her pussy and gave a mighty roar, stroking his cock as he came hard, showering her with his hot, sticky cum. She gasped in surprise and pleasure as his cum coated her ass. She turned quickly and got to her knees, knowing it would please her master. She squeezed her tits around his cock and began to pump his cock in and out of them, letting his cum fly in her face and open mouth and all over her perfect tits. This did indeed please Alex so much that he came a little more in her face with a heavy spurt. Lash swallowed down as much as possible, savoring his taste as she continued to fuck his cock with her cum soaked tits. Alex finally stopped her from doing so and without being told to do so, she licked his cock clean of any extra or dripping cum, swallowing it all down eagerly. "That is a good pet." Alex said, beginning the task of licking her clean of his cum. Picking her up, a quick breath of flame cleaned up the rest of the mess. Wordlessly, he carried her to the bathroom and slipped into the tub with her. After a long silence, Alex looked at her and spoke. "You said you were being sick." Alex said softly. "What has caused this sudden illness? Perhaps I have not been cooking your meat properly......" Lash shook her head. No, it was not that kind of sick, and she told him so. "Master....." she began hesitantly. "I was sick because........I'm pregnant." This statement caused Alex to start so violently that she flinched, thinking that he was coming to hurt or kill her. After a moment, he settled back down, but she remained on guard. "You are certain that you are heavy with child?" Alex asked quietly. Lash said nothing, only nodded. Alex gave a brief nod. "Then you will be the first to bear one of my child." Now Lash was the one to start. "B..B...But master!" Lash said. "You said that you have sired many children with many pets....." "All lies." Alex said, cutting her off. "I said those things so that you would become fearful of me, so that I could more easily control you." He looked at her, his crimson orbs gleaming. This was not the normal gleam of anger or domination, she noticed. This was a different gleam. "I told you that I loved you, Lash. And this much is true. Ever since I started watching you from that tree I was in love with you. But I knew that you could never love me because of what I am. So I stole you away from your home. Brought you here and broke you. And now I have impregnated you with my child. Why did I do all this? Because I don't want you to leave me." For the briefest of moments, anger flared up inside of her. He had never bothered to ask HER what she wanted, or if she loved him, or wanted his baby, or anything of that sort. And now he gives her this half assed proclamation of love? And yet, she found that this IS what she wanted. She could never admit it to him, but she LOVED having him dominate her. To take her as frequently and as suddenly as he wanted to. She loved having his jaws around her neck, his cock so deep inside of her. He filled her so fully and perfectly that she knew THIS is where she belonged. THIS is who she was destined to be with. She moved close to him and kissed his muzzle gently to reassure him. "I love you too, master. And as I said before, I would never dream of leaving you. He got out of the tub and pulled her out and dried her off. Then, to her surprise, he covered her in a robe and carried her to bed. The activities of the morning had drained them both, and she was soon fast asleep. Alex, however, was awake for a very long time after she had fallen asleep. He was lost deep in his own thought about how their relationship would be affected by the upcoming child, and how she would feel giving birth to a dragon. He tried as best he could not to let it bother him, and as he laid head down next to his mate, he finally drifted off into the deep sleep that he had been seeking.

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Title: Matt Becomes Mattie Ch. 02 Tags: crossdressing, lingerie, femdom, panties, queening, submission, toys, oral servitude Joanna did something that she never had done before. Whenever, we had sex, she would immediately head to the bathroom and clean herself up. She also tried to avoid wet spots on the sheets and, if there were any, I was to sleep on them. That night, she rolled off me, took out her femdoe and gave me the bulbous end to suck so I took in her very sticky, heavy vaginal cum. She jumped out of bed, put her boy-thong back on and then pulled out new heavy cotton-striped pyjamas that had a fly and a string cord. She had me cuddled into her, still in my lingerie and nightie. "I like doing this, the other way around. I wish we had done this sooner. Let's talk about it in the morning though." We were soon asleep and the first thing I knew was Joanna nudging me. I woke up as she climbed back on top of me, having taken off her pyjama bottoms and her thong. The first thing I really knew were her delicious globes coming back onto me and, once more, presenting her anus and cunt for my service. "Mmmmmm, just clean me up, I need some more pleasure" Back to my tongue, nose and mouth work on her encrusted love areas I went, taking her in and obviously pleasing her. Her hands worked their forward and played with me through my panties and she referred to my cock as my boy-clit, bringing it up to its maximum. She lent forward, opening her pussy further to me and teased me through the fabric of my black panties. I felt her orgasm starting to rise, and once more her pre-cum was pretty copious in its quantity that went into my mouth. She moved forward on me, turned around and slid her hands under my panties to release my clit into her cunt. "Fuck me, my girl Mattie." She rode up and down on me as I matched her movements from under her. She allowed me to feel her breasts under pyjama tops and soon she was climbing her sexual mountain to orgasm in the high clouds. She stayed on me for probably fifteen minutes as she wound down. "Mmmmm, that is a really nice way to wake up. Let's go and get some coffee" She jumped off the bed, "And then we can shower and I so want to feel your breasts." Joanna slipped her thong back on and her jammie bottoms. She handed me a negligee and we went through to make some coffee and sat at the table. She held my hand." "I really prefer you as a woman, you know. It really is the sort of 'in-between sex' that appeals to me. That was the best sex of our marriage so far; well for me it was" "For me too, and I really thank you for your tolerance over this" "Don't worry and don't be stupid; you probably haven't seen anything yet." And she smiled and winked at me. "In fact, I am of the mind that if we had been without children, I would fully transform you and have you living 24-7 as my wife. And I mean that." She continued, "For example, I would love you to have real breasts and a better girly shape. However, do not get me wrong, you are pretty convincing already, given your legs, your smallish hands, the 'curvature' that you have and, luckily, no real Adams Apple showing." "Thanks, Joanna" "However, with the kids, we are going to have to find a balance in all of this and that will mean some 'novelty' in our approach. " She smiled again, and drunk some more coffee. "And on that score, we need to get showered and dressed as I want to take you shopping today. I thought we would head to the discount area at Banbury and then we can take on Oxford or Reading. Yes, I want you to go as a female and you will be ok as both places do get a lot of tranny clientele apparently. And you are with me." We went back to the bedroom and stripped off. Normally, bathing together rarely took place, though we also had a large tub and had had some family baths. But showering together, I really had to strain the memory as to last when. Joanna slowly stripped down, taking her pyjama bottoms and her thong off. I had a close look at it and it was indeed more like a male jockstrap. "I really like wearing it, Mattie, and wouldn't mind getting a couple more today as well as plain back or white briefs, or boy briefs. What do you think?" She then took off her pyjama tops. "And I thought I would really try and find some 'restraining' bras to flatten me out a bit. Obviously I am a C cup so complete flattening is out, short of surgery and I have given that some thought by the way. I took my bra off last to tease Joanna a bit. She came across and closely inspected my breasts. "These are nice on you." She inspected them closely and felt them on me, coming from behind and cupping my breasts against me. "Come on into the shower, I want to wash you and you me. Here are shower caps by the way." Putting them on, we entered the shower and soon the hot water was streaming over us. "I love you naked with no hair like this", as her hands roamed over me, focusing inevitably on my boy-clit and also my anus..... I washed her down carefully and then she pushed me downwards so as to orally take her then and there, Very quickly, she was cumming into my mouth. "Leave your tongue in me while I calm down, Mattie" I obliged, taking all of Joanna's orgasmic emission in. We stepped out of the shower and toweled each other down, Joanna a little weak from the pleasure this morning. She perked up quickly though. "Come on, we need to get dressed and I have some things for you to wear -- you will hint at feminity but your dress will be somewhat 'asexual.' Nothing to worry at" And then her laughter. Back into the bedroom, and Joanna went to one of her drawers. "You have a choice of wearing your lingerie from last night; however I also have these which are from me before I lost weight. They should fit you though, before we get you stocked up" I responded with a "Thanks, Joanna" "You know, Mattie,I want you in nothing but panties from now on, no male underwear." Joanna held up a white part lacy soft bra and matching panties. "Remember these perhaps; from the age of Joanna Zog I think. Try them on" So I slipped into the bra, hooking it around my breast and putting my falsies into their respective cups before slipping the straps over my shoulders. The panties fitted well, holding my clit nicely in. "Nice, now these I have bought for you ahead of time and she held up a pair of carbon grey women's pants, with an evidently high waist. "Firstly, put these tights on as it will be chilly out there and then follow the pants." I rolled the hosiery on, Joanna suitably impressed by my talent, and then put the pants on which came high up my waist. She had sized me well. "Ok, Mattie, for your top, I want you to try on this old blouse of mine" She held up a grey silky one with a Peter Pan collar. "And I have this large jumper for you to wear." Joanna had always liked her jumpers and sweaters baggy, so I wasn't that surprised that it fit easily on me. The blouse went on to and was a little tight but I could get the buttons on it done up. There was a little pressure on my breasts that I could feel. "Ok that's you before we fix you make-up." Joanna put on a pair of plain black female briefs, a tight bra, and then for her top, a rugby shirt and a pair of jeans. Socks on and she produced these boy-like brown brogues. "Oh I got these for you to go on with, but we need to do some shoe shopping." She handed over a pair of flat heeled shoes, size 7.5, and my size. "They should be reasonably comfortable for you. No socks by the way. Back into the bathroom for you." Joanna then quickly made me up, lightly and nicely using a mix of grey and brown for my eyes and some burnt red lipstick to highlight my lips. She then brushed my hair, sweeping it into a more femme look, before applying hair lacquer to lock the style in. As to her make up it was very minimal and she pulled her hair back with a band. And there was a spray of a Bulgari perfume for me. "I may need to have it cut shortly, and think I will go for a boy look this next time. What do you think?" "Let's grow your out some more, it is a lovely feminine colour with that dark ginger-brunette tone, and it's already so thick. You are lucky" "Ok let's get going. You look great" Joanna produced a small tan clutch bag for me, one of hers. And she made sure I had my necklace on and some of her bangles. "My jewellery is essentially yours now by the way. We may have to some resized and we need to work on your ears, but here are some clip ear-rings for today." She helped snap them into place and then went to the hall cupboard and pulled out her old red coat. "This should fit you really well and, maybe, it will help you 'hide' behind it" Meanwhile, she put on a grey jacket over her rugby shirt. "I'll drive." We locked up, went to the car, got it and Joanna pulled away. That evening we came back with the back of the car full of parcels and bags. What a day; I had had only a few looks at me and then Joanna had stepped in, saying that we had a party coming up and this was preparation for it. We had even managed lunch smoothly. Without going into minute details of each item, I came away with four skirts of varying lengths, six pairs of pants, five pairs of shoes, eight blouses, eight tops and boots, six bras, probably around twenty pair s of panties, two suspender belts, a waspie, a corset, plenty of stockings and pantyhose and three pairs of female pyjamas, as well as a couple of plain but feminine dressing gowns, and a pair of simple, female (well almost asexual) slippers. Joanna, on the way over to Banbury, had said that we needed to avoid buying sweaters and nighties as she needed to go through her older larger clothing. There would be plenty in closet that could be worn by me as well as, maybe, some bras and certainly a number of panties. I said that I would be quite turned on by wearing lingerie that had been up against her boobs or cunt. She had chuckled at that. She also joked that I had more and better lingerie than she had ever had. We had bought good brands on discount like Wacoal, Triumph, Barbara, Fantasie and Chantelle. Not that Joanna had been inactive; she found two pairs of male like shoes, two pairs of nice heavy, small, classic striped men's pyjamas, and a nice silk male robe for wearing around the house. On top of all of this, she bought some moreof her flattening bras as well as plain, elastomer content, female briefs. Lastly, she had managed to buy men's briefs for herself and two thongs and jockstraps. Shecommented, "The only time I wear women's panties now is to scent them for your pleasure -- now if I find a girlfriend, we can use hers for that too." In a riding shop, Joanna also bought a couple of crops and then, lastly, we stopped at this good sex shop on the outskirts of Oxford and bought three different sized vibrators, two heavy, chrome butt plugs, and some wrist and ankle cuffs as well as a spreader. Joanna admitted that she had spent time online and that her sexual repertoire and inventory was rapidly increasing and I would soon see what she had been up to. We made our way, exhausted, home. "Let's briefly freshen up and grab a quick Italian" Despite my nervousness in going into one of our more familiar haunts, that is what we did. Joanna fronted the conversation to the staff to cover for me. We got back to the house at about 9pm and took off our coats. Joanna said, "Look Mattie, you go and run a nice hot bath and soak, and please ensure that there is no stubble on you." "I really don't mind if you start using my salon for waxing treatments and special make-up sessions; that is something that I can tee up for you." She continued, "And you do need to keep your love channel as clean as possible for my access, particularly when you are at home" I went to move towards the bedroom. "I will get the bags unpacked and then leave out your nightwear; I also want to ferret around my dressing room so take your time. Once you are out of the bath and in your night attire ready for me,give me a call." So off to the bathroom I went and drew a long bath with some bubble bath. I stripped down and put my lingerie in the laundry basket. Into the bath I got and had an inspection with my razor, using it to shave my face and then my 'mons' and my chest, ensuring I was as smooth as a baby. I nearly fell asleep. Joanna came in to the bathroom. "Ok honey, you look good there, and I just love your breasts emerging from the suds; a bit like mine." She went around the bathroom to her counter and pulled out some eye shadow and lipstick and her Chanel No 5 perfume. "Mattie love, just a touch of eye make up, lipstick and perfume yourself and that will be fine tonight. Your lingerie is laid out for you now." She sat on the edge of the bath and closely looked at me. "Look Mattie, we will manage this with the kids somehow but I really do want you as my wife from now on. To you I will be Jo, and really that isn't much difference to our names, is it. But Jo as in Joe." "I have been thinking long and hard, so there will be several changes in the days and weeks to come but you will, I am sure, approve of them and support me with them." "I'm going to go and shower and change in the guest room and then, as I said before, I want to read in the study for a while before coming to bed as I want to relax and also think some more. Do stay awake for me!" She exited the bathroom; I could hear her move around the bedroom and the TV went on. I was getting out of the bath and dried down when she said, "I am off to shower now in the guest room. I have left you my brief panties that I have been wearing all day on your pillow. I am looking at them now and I can tell you that they are nicely crusted, so enjoy them and contemplate me and my pussy for the next hour or so. See you soon." I dried down, made up as suggested, and went back into the bedroom. There on the bed was the pink Chantelle bra, waspie and panties that we had gotten, along with new charcoal stockings. Next to them was something I recognized, her long cream/white silk nightie she had shortly after we had married, and there was a matching gown. This ensemble had more of a strap across the shoulder and an open back but, in Joanna's time, her breasts and her nipples had been neatly shaped and outlined in the nightie's bodice; this was covered in a lace interwoven with a hint of gold thread. I checked and it was a size 16, far too big for her today and far too feminine in style. I took my time putting the lingerie on and it felt good. On the TV, she had left another lesbian DVD running with two young girls, one a brunette and the other like me, a dark redhead and very much the filly of the two. Both girls were shaved and very much enjoying their oral and toy play. I slipped on Joanna's nightie and it fitted well. I tried on the peignoir and that felt wonderful so I left it on. There on the pillow were her panties from the day and I had a close look. She had been right about their state and I could already take her essence without even wearing them. She had obviously been quite excited during the day. There was also an old stocking next to the panties and I used that to bind her gusset onto my nose from behind me by running the stocking through the leg holes. I tightened it up and tied it off. Joanna's scent was indeed strong. I lay down on the bed watching the movie. Jo appeared about 40 minutes later as the DVD was finishing. She was dressed in her new male pyjamas with their string cord hanging down where her cock should be. Her hair was firmly swept backwards; there was no make up on and she was carrying a bag. She stood in front of me and we looked at each other, no touching, or saying a thing. I continued to inhale her essence and looked at her. She leant forward and went under her old silky nightie and her hand sought out my panties and pulled them down slightly. "Push your bottom up" I complied. She took out some lubricant, massaged it onto her finger and then into my anus, her finger lingering in there. From the bag, she pulled out one of the heavy butt plugs we had bought that day and pushed it home, pulling my panties back into position. She took the bag around her side of the bed and came back to me. Her hands wandered over my breasts and down to my clit. She was looking at me intently and then came forward and kissed me on the lips through her brief's fabric. I could pick up the fragrance of a man's cologne. "Maybe I should gag my girl, but I want you to render your oral submission to me, Mattie." With this, she stepped back and stood in front of me and peeled off her pyjama bottoms to reveal her new jockstrap covering her mons pubis and her haven. "I do enjoy wearing these you know, but then you need unadulterated access to me to please me with your womanly tongue and mouth." She slipped her fingers into the jockstrap band and quickly lowered the strap and covered herself with her hand. She stepped forward to me again, close to my face so her cunt would be right in front of my line of vision through her scented briefs. "Look what I have done for you." She quickly removed her hand and there in front of me I saw that she had removed all her pubes too. "Say nothing for now, but it does feel good and I want to feel you closer in me with your tongue and your clit. And a good lover should be naked for her girlfriends or boyfriends. It's more hygienic too." Her finger came back to play along her labial valley and down to her cunt and back up to massage and tease her clit. She was full onto me as she slowly masturbated herself, something I had never seen her do before. "I love doing this to my little cock" Her fingers circled her clit, gently pressing on it, squeezing it out of its hood. They then ran full length down her now wet slit and one finger slipped into her, and then two. She pulled them out and presented them to my lips under her brief and I took her pre-cum in. Back to her clit technique, then down the labial love channel and again insertion and some fingering before she re-presented her sticky digits for my tongue. This went on for some 10 minutes and then she spun around, leant over, presenting her bottom to me and I could clearly see that she too had the other butt plug in her rear channel. Her fingers darted under her and she started heavily masturbating her cunt, giving me a clear view of her pre-cum emerging and her fingers going in and out. All her former pubes had gone and she was naked as a baby down here. I nearly came as she did, with three fingers in her she tipped herself into her first orgasm. "Mmmmm but now I want your tongue and mouth on me and here's the medium sized vibe to begin with. Use it on me Mattie." She climbed on the bed, released her briefs from me, and rolled over onto her haunches, presenting her bottom towards me. I stepped out of my peignoir came to her from her rear and my nose and tongue lingered on her naked pussy and around her plugged anus. She nuzzled back into me so that I could go deeper and run my tongue up her labial channel towards her clit. She was very wet from her first orgasm and this I duly took in, so as to encourage her to flow more with her second. As she built her intensity up, I was ready with the vibrator and just before she orgasmed I pushed it into her with the vibration on; this was enough for her and over the top she went, with a fairly strong ejaculation. She had hardly ever shot her cum before. I cleaned her up. "Just like those two girls on the DVD?" "That was good, now I need to queen you again to remind me you are my sex girl." She climbed on top of me and moved her bottom right onto my nose. I could feel the plug in her. She moved forward slightly giving me better access to her very heavily moist cunt, grabbed the TV control and hit replay so she could see the two girls play. She set up a slow rocking action with her bottom over my nose and mouth to ensure true homage was paid to her. This went on and on with her controlling the pace and where I focused. I was loving it as, with her being naked, it was more erotic to serve her down there. She built up to another smaller orgasm, her third of the evening. It washed over her. As she came off her peak, "Now I want to take you" She got off the bed and turned her back to me and erotically removed her plug. I saw her step into a harness and push home a dildo into her rear and it looked like a bigger one into her cunt. She then took off her pyjama tops in one go and turned around to me, completely naked except for this harness and from it a lubricated 8 inch cock. "One of my recent acquisitions. Turn over." Jo positioned me onto a pillow to push my bottom higher and removed my panties and plug. She then pushed her briefs back over my face to take her scent in. I felt her climb onto the back of me and then I felt her push home and gently started to fuck me, and in doing so herself. God, it felt good, being violated by my female husband and she soon built my excitement up and hers. As she approached climax she pulled back and said wait a second...I want this to build right up and she removed the harness completely and commanded me to turn over. Next thing she was on top of me letting me take her in the rear and it wasn't long before my cum was finding its destiny in her. "Mmmm, so good, Mattie, now clean me out again and bring me one more smaller orgasm, a nice clitoral one, before we turn in." And that's what happened before Jo put her jockstrap and pyjamas back on and I tidied myself up. Just before we turned in, she made sure her briefs were back in tight position so that I was not going to escape her aromatic scent overnight. We quickly fell asleep.

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Title: Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 05 Tags: anal sex, young love, boyfriend girlfriend, weekend sleepover, prostate massage, panties, oral sex, college, small breasts "I don't think I'll ever understand your obsession with my little breasts," I mused. Matt smiled to himself. He and I were laid on our sides facing each other in his bed. My sore pussy oozed with his fresh cum and he was drawing imaginary circles around my nipples with his finger. "Well you may think they're little but they're just the perfect size for me," Matt replied. I giggled under Matt's ticklish touch, "So what is it about them then?" "They're just so perky, and cute and adorable," Matt rambled. "Cute and adorable huh?" I responded, "You know, most girls would probably prefer their boyfriends to describe them as sexy and seductive," I added. Matt grinned as he cupped my breast with his hand, grazing his thumb against my hard nipple, "But you're not most girls, and you know very well I think everything about you is drop dead sexy," he explained. I blushed unnoticeably, as my skin was already flush from mine and Matt's lovemaking. "So does that mean you're a breast guy?" I asked. Matt chuckled to himself, "Babe . . .as much as I love your breasts, and I do love them," Matt stated as he leaned in and planted a light peck on the soft curve of my right breast, "I am and will always be an ass man, and that cute butt of yours has done nothing to change my mind," Matt continued before reaching behind my body and squeezing my butt cheek. I squealed in laughter, wriggling my body under Matt's grasp. Matt finally let me go and we went back to staring at each other. "What about you?" Matt asked. "Huh?" "What of mine do you like?" he clarified. I grinned my teeth at him as I decided on an answer, "Your eyes," I finally replied, "The way you look at me, it's like no one else and makes me feel like I'm the only woman in the world," I went on to explain. "Wow Kim, way to make me look like a jerk, here I am talking about tits and ass and you come up with this beautiful thoughtful sentiment," Matt jeered. I erupted in laughter, "Awww baby, if it makes you feel better, I think you have a cute ass as well," I retorted as I reached for a handful of Matt's butt cheek. We kissed then settled down again. "So are you ready for the big shave this weekend?" Matt asked. "Uh huh," I replied, "You're staying over at my place for the weekend right?" Matt nodded affirmatively. "Great, Summer's visiting her folks for her dad's birthday so we have the place to ourselves all weekend." "Mhmm sounds like fun." "So are you nervous about shaving it all off for the first time?" I asked. Matt chuckled, "When I first think about it I do get a little nervous but then I just tell myself it's hair, it'll grow back." We lay there in each other's arms peacefully, "Wanna go take a shower?" Matt asked. I looked up at him and smiled guiltily, "I was thinking we could go again, you can stick it in my butt, if you're up for it," I teasingly offered. "You have such a way with words baby," Matt chuckled as he excitedly reached over to his bedside table drawer for the bottle of lube. XXXX Matt arrived at my place late Friday evening just in time to see Summer off. Adam was there as well, waiting to take her to the airport. The four of us serendipitously met up in the hallway outside the apartment just as Adam and Summer were leaving. "Hey Summer, have a great trip, and before I forget, I got something for your dad." Matt dug through his weekend bag for the small box covered in wrapping paper. He handed it to Summer as she smiled at him. "Thanks Matty." We watched as Summer tucked it away in her carryon. "Okay well I better get a move on if I wanna catch my flight. See you guys in a couple days." Summer hugged me and then Matt, "And please don't leave my boyfriend all by his lonesome this weekend, he won't admit it but he gets devastatingly depressed when I'm not around," Summer warned. The four of us all shared a laugh at Adam's expense, "Don't worry Sum, we'll look after him," I chirped as the twosome headed downstairs. Matt and I headed into the apartment and he set his bag down in the corner. "I made dinner for us, veggie lasagna, have you eaten already?" "Nope, I'm kinda starving actually," Matt replied. "Great," I responded as I set out two plates on the table. We sat and dined. "So are you and Summer's dad close?" I asked. "I guess, Summer's parents and Adam's parents, they really looked after me growing up. I was always at one of their places for dinner on the weekends and always for holidays," Matt explained. "More wine?" Matt asked holding the almost empty bottle in the air. "No thanks babe," I replied. Matt finished off the bottle. "This was amazing," Matt complimented as he ate his final mouthful of lasagna. "Thanks sweetie." Matt cleared the table and quickly washed up the dishes. "You wanna watch a movie?" he asked as he returned to the table. "Sure," I replied as we walked over to the couch. I cuddled up to Matt's side as he scanned through the Netflix menu. We finally found a movie we could agree on and Matt set down the remote and draped his arm over my shoulder. XXXX "You ready to go do the deed?" I asked as Matt switched off the television. "After you my dear." "You just wanna stare at my butt as I walk huh?" I teased. "You know me so well Kimmy." We made our way into my bathroom. Matt began to strip as I turned on the shower. By the time I turned around he was already naked. "Wow, someone's been busy," I commented. Matt followed my stare down to his crotch and his closely trimmed pubes. "I figured I'd save some time and get the thick stuff out of the way," Matt replied as he helped me out of my yellow plaid shirt. Once I removed my jeans and panties, I stepped into the tub and Matt was quick to follow. We stepped under the warm downflowing water and pressed our bodies together. After a brief kiss, I looked up to Matt, "So do you wanna go first or should I?" "Why don't you go first." "You're not gonna let me do mine then chicken out are you?" I giggled. Matt smiled, "Well it had occurred to me," he joked as I playfully shoved his arm. I bent over and picked up the new razor and can of shaving cream I had set out earlier in the day. "Do you mind?" I asked, handing the slender can of shaving cream to Matt. I sat in the corner of the tub, up on the ledge, and spread my legs. Matt knelt down infront of me and dispensed some of the white foam to his hands. He set down the can and pressed his hand against my pelvis. He rubbed his hand around, spreading the foam over my pubic hair. "Okay, that's good," I informed. I held on to the handle of the razor with a firm grip as I lowered it to my groin. Gently pressing the head of the razor against my skin, I slowly glided it down. Matt watched as swipe after swipe, the hair above my vagina was slowly removed. I reached out behind Matt, letting the razor fall under the stream of the shower, washing away my shaved hair. When I was mostly done with the top, I looked to an attentive Matt, "Could you help me out a little?" I asked. Matt reached out and held onto the lips of my vagina, gently pulling them to the side so I could access every crevice. After a couple more swipes, I was finally done. I washed off the razor one more time, then ran some water over my pussy, letting all the shaving cream wash away. "So what do you think?" I asked. Matt stared at my bare pussy as if for the first time. I was shaved clean, the slender flowery lips of my pussy on full display. He ran his fingers over my pelvis, right above my vagina, feeling my smooth skin. "I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured. I giggled and stood up, stepping under the shower, "I guess that means I'll be keeping it this way for a while," I mused as I rubbed my hands over my slit. Matt stood up and turned to face me. "Okay mister, your turn," I stated as I held out the razor for him. Matt looked down at the razor then back up at me, "Actually, since you did such a fine job, would you mind doing me?" he asked. I smiled and pressed my hand against Matt's chest, pushing him down to sit on the edge of the tub. I assumed his previous position, kneeling down infront of him. Spreading Matt's legs I began to lather up his groin with shaving cream. As I held onto his limp penis, rubbing the foam up and down and around, I felt Matt slowly getting hard in my hands. "Sorry babe, can't help it," Matt apologized. "I actually think it'll be easier this way," I replied. I carefully pressed the razor against Matt's abdomen and began slow straight swipes. Matt's pubes were slightly coarser than my own so it took a little more effort but I was doing a fine job. I smiled as I held Matt's erect cock to the side and very carefully guided the razor along curve of his shaft. Matt helped me out, holding his penis down so I could concentrate on my task. I held on to Matt's balls, pulling the skin taut so I could clear him of every hair possible. "Okay, get up," I instructed. Matt headed my direction. "Now turn around." As Matt spun round, I placed her hands on his butt cheeks and gently spread them. "There's a little hair back here, do you want me to do all of it?" I asked. Matt thought for a while before he replied, "Might as well, if you're brave enough," he chuckled. "Baby, I've had your tongue in my ass, I think I could man up and do some probing of my own," I replied. Matt continued to chuckle, "Okay babe, have at it." I re-lathered my hand with shaving foam and slid my palm between Matt's butt cheeks. "A little help babe?" I asked. Matt shook his head in disbelief as he reached behind and held is butt cheeks. I continued sliding my hand up and down, letting my finger press against Matt's warm anus every so often. I then guided the razor between his butt cheeks, carefully sliding it down against his skin. I did either side, then rubbed my hand against him once more. Matt tried to arch his neck over his shoulder to get a view, "Having fun back there?" he asked. I giggled, "It's just so smooth and nice," I explained. "Okay, I think you're all done," I announced. I stood up and Matt turned to face me. We stepped beneath the shower and let the water cascade down our bodies. I lowered my hands to Matt's cock, gently stroking his hardon. "Mhmmm, everything's so smooth," I groaned. Matt stepped back from the shower and stood against the wall, "So. . .how does it look?" I looked him up and down. "Can I be honest?" I asked. Matt chuckled and then sighed, "Okay, let's have it." "Well the area itself looks nice, you even look. . .ahem. . .bigger," I began to explain. "But. . ." Matt interjected. "It's just that. . .with your entire crotch hairless, it looks kinda weird cause your thigh still has hair." Matt looked down at himself and laughed, "At least it'll grow back," he reasoned. "Do you want me to do your thighs too?" I asked. "No. . .no, that's fine, if I let you do my thighs, you'll want to do my legs next, then my chest, it'll never stop," Matt chuckled. "But I do love how it feels?" I sultrily replied as I pulled him back under the water with me. We kissed and I went back to slowly stroking Matt. "Can I take it for a test drive?" Matt whispered into my ear as he slid his finger along my pussy. "I thought you'd never ask." Matt pressed me against the wall and turned me away from him. He lowered his hands and placed his cock between my ass cheeks. I pressed the side of my face against the cold tile wall as I felt Matt's bulbous head pressing into my hungry vagina. Matt eased the entirety of his warm girth into my pussy. He pulled out and slid right back in, slapping my ass with his pelvis. "Mhmmm, that feels so nice baby," I moaned as I raised my hands to my breasts, squeezing and massaging my flesh. Matt lowered his face, kissing the curve of my neck as he continued driving his cock in and out of me. "Oh fuck . . .harder baby!" I urged. Matt grunted as he bucked his hips with more force, plowing deep into me. "Ahhh fuck yes ahhh ahhhhhhhhhh," I cried. I bit my lip hard as I felt my orgasm approaching. I squeezed down forcefully on my breast with my palm. I felt Matt's teeth grind against my shoulder as his cock stretched me. I squeezed my legs together as my body trembled. My cries filled the small bathroom. Seconds later I felt Matt thrust hard into me and bite down on my skin. He groaned and I could feel his cock spasming inside me. We stood there, our bodies warm and glowing as water beat down on us. Matt kissed the back of my neck as he pulled out of me. "Mhmmm, that was nice," I whispered. I turned to face Matt, hooking my arms around his neck as he held onto me by the waist. We kissed for a while then finished up with our shower. After we dried ourselves, I rubbed some postshave lotion on Matt's freshly shaved crotch and did the same to myself. We stood side by side and looked at eachother's naked bodies in the mirror. "Oh my god, you're right, it does look kinda weird," Matt laughed, getting a full view of himself for the first time. "Don't worry, it's not that bad, and as you said, it'll grow back," I replied, trying to set Matt's mind at ease. "You look amazing though," Matt commented. "Thanks babe." We got dressed and hopped into bed, With my head lying on Matt's chest, I began to think to myself. I finally summed up to courage to broach the subject, "Matt?" "Yeah baby?" he softly replied. "Umm, I'm not really sure how to ask this, so I'm just gonna blurt it out, when I was sliding my hand between your butt cheeks, and I pressed my finger against you. . .did you like it?" I bluntly asked. There was silence for a few seconds. "I guess, a little," Matt finally replied. "Do you remember when we went to the adult toy store for the first time, and you said you'd think about something?" I followed up. "Uh huh," he hesitantly responded. "Well . . . have you?" I asked. There was another stretch of silence. "Babe, with the amount of stuff you've let me do to you, if it's something you wanna try, I'm more than willing to go along," he replied. "But I don't wanna make you do something you don't want to," I began to explain. "Well I can't say I'm super excited, infact it makes me a little nervous, but I'm willing to go into this with an open mind as long as you're there with me every step of the way," Matt interrupted. "Okay Matty," I replied. We fell asleep shortly afterwards. XXXX The next morning Matt and I met up with Adam for breakfast. "So what are you guys doing for summer break?" I asked as I sipped on my coffee. Adam took a bite of his bagel and wiped his mouth, "Summer and I are heading home for about a month since none of us are doing any summer classes," he replied. "Ohh, that's nice," I replied. "What about you two? Are you heading down to Miami?" Adam asked. Matt and I looked at each other. "Well I normally head down for the summer but I'm not sure about this year. Matt and I haven't really discussed it yet," I explained. "We might just stick around here for the summer, or maybe take a trip somewhere," Matt added. Adam nodded and went back to his bagel. Matt and I waved goodbye to Adam as we parted ways in the parking lot. We drove to the park to lie out and get some sun. I must have fallen asleep. My cheek was pressed against the cool grass, and I felt Matt's mouth whispering in my ear. He gently roused me from my slumber and I sat up with him, staring up at the clear blue skies. "Ready to head home?" he asked. "How long was I out?" I inquired. "Just about twenty minutes," he replied as he helped me to my feet. Back at my place I was on the couch studying while Matt was at the kitchen table with his laptop. It had probably been an hour and a half of hardcore studying when I closed my textbook and stretched my arms. I shrieked when I felt Matt nuzzling his nose against my neck from behind the couch. I reached back and held his head as he tickled my neck with his tongue. Matt began to climb over the couch. I threw my book onto the floor and lay down on the couch. Matt stretched himself out on me, resting his chin on my stomach. He looked up at me and I smiled down at him as I brushed my hand through his hair. "So what do you want to do tonight?" I asked. Matt thought for a few seconds before replying, "I'd like to take you out on a date," he proposed, "A really nice date," he clarified. "Okay. . .anything special?" I asked. "Any date with you is special baby," he affectionately replied. I watched his head bob up and down as my tummy shook due to my giggling. "I'll have to go home to get some nice clothes; I'll pick you up at eight." "Okay sweetie." Matt and I remained there staring at each other as I held his head in my hands, "You wanna go get lunch?" I asked. Matt grinned at me, "In a little while," he replied. "Was there something else you wanted to do?" I asked. Matt couldn't hide his wide grin as he lowered his face down my body. I watched as he raised the ruffled pink skirt of my summer dress as ducked his head beneath it. All I could see now was the outline of the back of Matt's head under my skirt. I squirmed as I felt him kiss my abdomen, then, his fingers sliding against the lips of my pussy which pressed against my cotton panties. Matt continued kissing me, down over my panties, then I felt his tongue, licking my lips through my cotton confines. I raised my hips when I felt Matt tugging on my underwear, letting it slide down my thighs. I once again felt Matt's lips kissing my skin; my inner thigh, moving further up to my wetness. He teased me so deviously, moving at a snail's pace. Matt wickedly avoided my pussy, kissing around it, and now above it. I groaned when he finally kissed my clitoral hood. I felt his fingers gently spreading me then his tongue on my clit. I trembled and pushed my groin against his face. As Matt continued licking my slippery nub, I widened my legs, trying to get his face right up against me. I groaned as Matt allowed me some relief, pulling his tongue from my clit. He now began sliding his artful tongue up and down my slick lips. Slowly, he moved down my slit, then back up. I so desperately wanted his tongue on my clit again but remained patient, knowing the payoff would be that more gratifying. Matt's was now pressing his mouth against my pussy, his tongue delving deep into me and his nose nuzzling against my clit. I was whimpering now, writhing from side to side. Matt moved his mouth up and took my clit between his lips. I gasped for breath as he sucked hard on my clit. His fingers found my tight opening, and he inserted two into me, sliding in and out, in and out. I pushed up hard, forcing his face against me. I could feel the pressure build inside me as I held Matt's head down against me. "Ohhhh fucckk MATT!!!" I cried as my body shook. Matt quickened the pace with which he slid his fingers into me, all the while continuing to suck on my throbbing clit. I squeezed my legs around his face as I felt my juices rush out of me. I squirmed and wiggled as I panted and moaned. Matt continued his pleasuring until he sensed my body had stopped trembling. I felt him slowly ease his fingers out of me, and release my clit from his lips. I hiked up my skirt and Matt looked up at me, his mouth was coated in my cream. I watched him licking the sides of his mouth, happily swallowing my nectar. He crawled up onto me and I kissed his soft lips. "So what's for lunch?" he whispered. I giggled as I tasted myself on his lips, "I'm gonna need a minute before we can go for lunch baby," I replied as I continued to breathe heavily. XXXX After lunch, Matt and I took a stroll through the mall then returned to my place. He hung out a while, watching television while I did my laundry. I was on my laptop, waiting for my clothes to dry. "Hey babe," I called, "Come have a look at this." Matt made his way over to me and looked over my shoulder to the laptop screen. "Aneros huh?" he mused. "Yeah, from what I've read, it's the best, and it doesn't look too intimidating does it?" "I guess not," Matt replied as we browsed the prostate massagers. "So what do you think?" I asked, wanting more of a response. "I'd be willing to give it a go, wanna stop by the adult store tomorrow and pick one up?" "Okay," I gleefully responded. Matt left around seven to go get ready and I hopped into the shower. Stepping into my room, I removed my robe and slipped on the bra and panty set I had picked up earlier in the week; sexy black lace with rose red ruffle bordering. Next, I pulled my little black dress out of the closet and stepped into it; a sleeveless black lace dress that ended above my knees. I tightened the skinny leather belt that cinched the dress at the waist. I hopped around the room getting the zip at the back of the dress up then put on a little makeup and fixed my hair. After applying a little pink lipstick, I dabbed some perfume to my neck and chest and then slipped on my black stilettoes. Topping it off with little pearl earrings and the diamond necklace Matt had given me; I walked out into the living room and waited for him. Just around minutes to eight, I heard a knock at the door. I smiled; Matt knew very well that he didn't need to knock and could've walked right in. I walked over and opened the door. I was met by his handsome smiling face. "Wow baby, you look incredible," he complimented. I blushed and scanned him up and down; he was a picture of perfection. He wore a tight fitted white dress shirt with a slender black tie, his cuffs folded up to his elbows. His shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of skinny black slacks that ended over his shiny black dress shoes. His face was clean shaven and his hair combed to the side. I could smell a hint of the cool essence of his cologne in the air. "You're looking pretty charming yourself babe," I replied as Matt leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You ready to go?" he asked. "Uh huh," I replied, stepping out into the hallway with Matt and locking the door behind me. We were quickly seated at the quite extravagant Italian restaurant. It was such a romantic place, dimly lit, each table with a single burning candle. "Wow hun, how did you manage last minute reservations here?" I queried. "Who said I made last minute reservations?" Matt retorted. "You mischievous little schemer," I replied, realizing Matt had this night planned all along. We began to dine once the food had arrived. "So what are you thinking for this summer?" I asked before placing a forkful of delicious linguini in my mouth. Matt sipped on his wine and looked to me, "Well you're not going down to Miami right, and Adam and Summer are heading home, so I guess I'll stick around and keep you company," he replied with a teasing smile. "Aww, you're such a thoughtful boyfriend," I sarcastically replied. "So you wanna do anything special? We could take a weekend cruise or something." "Maybe, that sounds like it could be fun. There's something else I was thinking about, Adam and Summer will be gone, we'll have both apartments to ourselves. I was thinking we could maybe live together for the month, see how it feels. What do you think?" I asked. "Wanna shack up huh?" Matt teased. I looked at him and laughed, "Seriously babe," I urged, wanting a real response. "I'm fine with it sweetie," he replied. "And what if I get on your nerves after two weeks? You won't want to kick me out?" I halfheartedly joked. Matt reached out and grabbed the tips of my fingers with his hand, "Never baby," Matt confidently replied as he stared directly into my eyes. We both smiled and then went back to our meals. After dinner, Matt and I took a stroll on the beach. I clung onto my shoes with one hand, while the other was wrapped around Matt's waist. Matt had his arm around my shoulder as we walked watching the waves roll in. Back at my place, we kicked off our shoes and Matt took me into the living room. He walked over and switched on the stereo. Matt shuffled channels till he found something he liked, and then turned to me. Clasping my hands in his, Matt pressed his body against mine and we slowly danced circles in the living room. "I had a really nice time tonight," Matt whispered. "You say that like the funs all over," I replied sultrily. I watched Matt smile then he leaned in and gave me a brief kiss. We continued to dance, Matt spinning me round as I giggled. "Can I just say again how absolutely stunning you look," Matt whispered before planting light kisses on the curve of my neck. I curled my fingers around the locks of Matt's hair behind his head as I fought to stifle my moans. A slow song came up and Matt and I moved our bodies in teasing unison. Matt's lips found mines and I pressed my hips hard against his. I could feel the length of his hardon, pressing against my thigh. I lowered my hand to Matt's waist, hooking my fingers into his belt and trouser waistband, "Come with me," I whispered, pulling him as I headed to my bedroom. Matt helped me unzip the back of my dress before I sat him down on the edge of the bed. I stood before him, between his legs as I removed my earrings and necklace. I giggled when I felt Matt's warm hands on my knees, slowly moving up my thighs. I teasingly swatted away Matt's hands just as he was reaching the apex of my thighs. Smiling down at him, I slowly slid my dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my ankles. I saw the desire in Matt's eyes as he cast his gaze on me, "You like? I bought it this week, just for you baby," I cooed. Matt placed his hands on my hips, gently rubbing my skin. He looked up at me, "You look incredible babe," he replied, "Do you mind giving me the view from the back?" he asked. I happily turned around and looked over my shoulder. I felt his hands on my ass, gliding over the lace fabric. I reached behind me and unclasped the hook on my bra. Turning to face Matt, I let the lace half cups slip from my breasts and fall to the floor. I leaned over and unbuckled Matt's belt. He raised his hips as I pulled on his trousers and boxers, watching in delight as his beautiful cock sprung free. "Somebody's excited," I teased. Matt pulled me onto him and kissed me, "When it comes to you, I'm always excited babe," he replied. My naked breasts pressed against Matt's shirt as we kissed. I could feel his hand slowly rubbing circles against my pussy, over my panties. I held onto Matt, my hands around his neck as I sat on his lap, my legs splayed on either side of his body. I felt Matt pulling my panties to the side, then, the head of his penis pressing against me. Matt groaned into my mouth as I sunk down onto him. Once inside me, Matt let go of his grip on my panties and wrapped his hands around me. I sucked on Matt's tongue as he held me tightly, helping me rise and fall on his cock. "I love you so much baby," Matt whispered between kisses. The only response I could muster were soft whimpers as Matt thrust his cock into me. We had stopped kissing now. I was holding Matt's head against me by the neck, our foreheads pressed together as we stared into each other's eyes. Our warm breaths melded as we panted against each other's faces. "I wanna cum with you baby," I moaned. Matt continued staring at me as he raised and lowered his hips in quick succession. "Mhmmm mhmmmm, tell me when baby," I urged, "I'm so close," I informed, feeling Matt's shaft grind against my clit with every thrust. "Now baby!" Matt groaned. I felt him push hard into my and his cock begin to spasm. I let myself go, my pussy clenching down on Matt's cock. I groaned in delight, my clit throbbing uncontrollably. "Ohh fuck Matty!" I cooed. I writhed around on Matt's lap, grinding my convulsing pussy down on his exploding cock. We kissed again as our juices mixed deep inside me. Matt lay down, pulling me with him. I felt his soft penis slip from me, and a rush of our cum leak out onto his groin. We lay there for a while before I rolled off Matt and fetched a warm damp bath towel. I affectionately tended to Matt's groin, wiping his skin clean. After using the bathroom, I wiped my vagina and removed my panties. Matt removed his tie and shirt as I crawled my naked body into bed. He laid his head on my naked chest and I tenderly patted his hair, "Nervous about tomorrow?" I asked. "Not really," he whispered, "I know you'll take good care of me." I smiled and kissed the top of Matt's head. XXXX The next morning, Matt and I had apparently exchanged our positions. I was awoken by the warm sun on my face and slowly opened my eyes. I found myself resting my head against Matt's shoulder. I quietly looked up to Matt. He looked so peaceful; there was a soft smile on his face which caused me to smile as well. I looked over to the clock on the wall; we had to meet Adam in a little while for breakfast. I lifted the sheet off mine and Matt's naked bodies and was about to wake him up when a tempting thought entered my mind. I grinned as I slinked my way down to Matt's torso. Staring at his limp penis I admired the smooth skin around it; there was the slight hint of stubble growth, tiny black dots of emerging hair. I took his soft penis in my fingers; he looked so small now compared to the rigid shaft that filled my pussy the night before. I took Matt between my lips and into my mouth. I toyed with Matt's soft member, running my tongue along his soft skin. An almost inaudible sigh escaped Matt as I felt him begin to swell and straighten in my mouth. Matt continued to grow until I felt is full hardness in my mouth. I began to slide my mouth up his shaft and then back down, then back up. I let Matt's cock slip from my mouth and stared down at his erection beneath me. Looking up to his face, I saw that Matt's eyes were still closed. I wrapped my dainty hand around Matt's shaft and placed my mouth on the head of his cock. I lowered my mouth on Matt once again, stroking him as I slid my mouth back to the tip. Bobbing my head up and down, I could hear that Matt's breathing had gotten heavier. After a few seconds, I let Matt slip from my mouth once again. I continued slowly stroking him with my hand as I lowered my mouth, taking his smooth balls in my mouth. I suck on him hard, loving his shaved skin. "Babe?" Matt whispered. After licking Matt's balls for a few seconds I raised my head and looked to his face. I was still stroking him as I stared at him staring back at me. We exchanged smiles, "Just relax baby," I cooed before lowering my mouth to his shaft once again. I licked his shiny bulbous head, tightening the grasp on my stroking hand. A few more seconds was all it took. I watched as the tip of Matt's cock began to spurt his creamy white semen. I immediately took his entire shaft deep into my mouth, sealing my lips around him. I sucked hard as I felt his cum leaking into my mouth. Matt groaned, and I directed my eyes to him, watching as he pressed his head back onto the pillow, his eyes shut tightly. I myself was moaning now. Matt's cock was rock hard as it twitched in my mouth. A burst of semen hit the roof of my mouth as Matt gently raised his hips to my face. I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place as he convulsed in me. He finally let go and I slid my mouth up his still hard shaft. I swallowed his seed then began to lick his shaft, watching him soften before my very eyes. After cleaning him to my satisfaction, I crawled to Matt's side. "Thanks for the wonderful wakeup Kimmy," he whispered. "No problem baby," I replied as I pecked him on the lips, "Come on, we have to meet up with Adam in a bit," I added as I rolled out of bed. XXXX "So what time is Summer's flight landing tomorrow?" I asked. "Eight AM," Adam replied as he took a bite off a strip of bacon, "She has class at noon actually," he explained. I nodded my head and sipped on my coffee. "So Kim and I have decided to just stick around here for the summer. . .shack up in one of the apartments," Matt stated. We all chuckled. "You aren't trying to steal my roommate are you Kim?" Adam asked. "Maybe . . ." I tentatively replied, smiling over at Matt. After breakfast we said goodbye to Adam and hopped in the car. Matt turned to me on the way home, "So do you wanna stop by the sex toy store?" he asked. I grinned at him and nodded, I was so happy he was the one that suggested it as I now felt I wasn't forcing him to do something he didn't want to. We pulled into the parking lot and entered the brightly lit store. We smiled at the woman behind the counter; we had become accustomed to her, seeing her the couple of times we stopped by to pick up lube. We made our way over to the toy section and began to peruse the selection. "Aneros. . .over there," I pointed. We walked over and looked at all the different models. "How about this one baby?" I asked, holding up the most slender looking model. . . the "Eupho." Matt took the toy and read the information on the packaging. "Well it doesn't look too intimidating," he mused. We looked around a little more but came back to the eupho, "I guess this is the one," Matt decided. "Do we need lube?" I asked. "No, I think we have a bottle at both our apartments," Matt chuckled. We began to walk to the cashier when I grabbed Matt's hand, "Matt, if you don't mind, I'd like to pay for it." Matt looked at me and smiled, "That's okay Kim, I don't mind," he replied. "Please baby, I want to," I insisted. Matt handed me the plastic packaging, "Okay sweetie, thanks." We walked up to the counter and I handed the woman the toy. I paid and she handed me a plastic bag containing the toy, "Have fun you two," she smiled. Matt and I thanked her then left. Once in the car, Matt turned to me, "So what do you want to do now?" I looked at the clock on the car radio, "Wanna hit the beach?" I suggested halfheartedly. "Nahh, too far," Matt replied. "Okay....hmmm, we could go to the pool." Matt seemed to be deep in thought, "Maybe," he hesitantly replied. "What about going to a movie?" I asked. "Okay, I'd be up for that." I whipped out my cellphone and began looking up showtimes as Matt drove to the Cineplex. XXXX After the movie, Matt and I exited the theater. We had to squint our eyes in the bright sun. We stopped by a sushi bar and picked up some take out. Once back at my place, Matt and I sat on the couch and ate lunch. "So what was that this morning about stealing Adam's roommate?" Matt asked as I took his empty plate from him. We walked over to the sink and I began to wash up the dishes. Matt jumped up and sat on the counter beside the sink, drying the dishes as I handed them to him and placing them in the tray. "I dunno, I was just thinking out loud. Haven't you ever thought about moving into a place, you know, just me and you?" "I guess, I have, I mean we practically already live together, I'm always over here, and if I'm not here, you're at my place," Matt replied. "Well maybe spending a month in the summer all by ourselves will be a good thing, we'd see what it's like living together for a while," I reasoned. "I suppose you're right," Matt agreed as he took the dripping ceramic bowl from my hand and wiped it dry. I was almost done with the dishes, I held out a soaped up white plate and grabbed the slender rubber hose attachment on the sink. I held the nozzle infront the plate and pressed down on the lever. I guess I wasn't expecting the force of the water to be that strong. I almost jumped as a jolt of water shot out, ricocheting off the plate and across to Matt. The stream of water struck him on his side, making a wet circle on his black t-shirt, right over his ribcage. I immediately released the lever, stopping the water and looked up at Matt. He was staring back at me and I started to giggle. "Something funny babe?" he asked. "I'm sorry, it was an accident," I laughed. Matt hopped down and stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me. He grabbed the nozzle from my hands, pointing it straight up at me. I wriggled in his grasp, "You wouldn't dare," I warned. "I wouldn't would I?" Matt teasingly replied. I watched as his fingers began to tighten on the lever, "Matthew, no!" I firmly stated. Matt's fingers loosened around the lever and I felt him let go of me. Standing beside me he held out the nozzle to me, "Okay, here you go," he calmly stated. I reached out to take the hose from Matt but before I could grab it, he squeezed the nozzle and water came shooting out, right against my chest. I squealed and laughed as the cold water struck me, "Matthew!!" I yelled as I grabbed his hand, turning the stream of water on him. We fought back and forth, both of us getting wet in the process. Eventually we transitioned into play fighting as we both released the hose and wrestled each other to the floor. Matt and I tossed and tangled on the floor for a few minutes. Finally I managed to pin him beneath me. I was straddling his hips, holding down both his arms against the floor. I smiled victoriously down at him. I lowered my face just above his. Water dripped off the tip of my nose down onto Matt's forehead. "Give up?" I teasingly asked. Matt smiled up at me, instead of answering, he tried to raise his head and kiss me. I pulled my head back before he could kiss me and held him down by the hands, "Nuh uh mister. . .do you give up?" I repeated as I mischievously wiggled my hips, grinding my crotch against Matt's groin. "Okay I give up," Matt whispered. I giggled; knowing that at any time Matt wanted he could easily overpower me and have me. I released Matt's arms. The second I did that he rolled me over, pinning me beneath him. We both laughed as Matt lowered his mouth to mine. We couldn't help our chuckling as we kissed and rolled around on the floor. Matt's hands roamed over my back, over my damp t-shirt, slowing inching down to my butt. Grabbing my butt cheeks firmly, Matt pulled me hard against him; I could feel him pressing his erection against my abdomen. I was about to remove my t-shirt when Matt's phone started ringing. We both groaned as our lips separated. Matt climbed off of me and picked up his phone off the table. There was a brief conversation then Matt hung up. "That was Adam, his car broke down at the library, he needs help with a jumpstart." Matt helped me up from off the floor, "And we were just getting to the good stuff," I complained. "I know," Matt replied and kissed me. "Wanna come with?" he asked. "No, I think I'll stay here and clean up our mess," I replied. Matt quickly got changed into dry clothes and took off. XXXX About an hour later, Matt was back. "Was everything okay?" I asked as he joined me on the couch. "Yeah, he left his headlights on so it drained the battery. Gave him a jumpstart and he was good to go." I watched Matt's weary face and brushed the hair above his forehead, "You look tired, you should go take a nap," I suggested. "That actually sounds like a great idea," Matt replied as he sighed, "Wanna come join me?" he asked. "I will in a bit, I have a couple things to do," I replied. I watched Matt walk off towards my room and grabbed the car keys. I was only gone a half hour. I picked up some subs for Matt and I to have for dinner. I left the sandwiches on the kitchen counter and quietly made my way into the bedroom. Matt was under the covers, sound asleep. I stealthily crawled into bed, lying at Matt's side. I watched his peaceful face and couldn't help but smile. I wondered if the subtle smile on his face meant that he was dreaming, I wondered if he was dreaming about me. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off into sleep. When I woke up I was alone in bed. I checked the clock; I was out for about an hour. I could hear Matt in the shower. I remained in bed stretching my arms and legs. Matt emerged a couple minutes later, dressed in just his blue boxer briefs. I looked up at him and smiled, his chest was dotted with water droplets, and his damp hair went in all directions after just having been towel dried. "Why didn't you wake me, I'd have loved to join you for a shower," I whispered, still stretching my arms. Matt knelt down beside me and ran his hand through my hair, "I wanted to, but you looked so adorable while you slept, I couldn't bring myself to wake you." I smiled at Matt lovingly. "So do you wanna go get dinner?" he asked. "I already got us dinner, it's out in the kitchen," I replied. Matt and I made our way to the kitchen and ate, then settled on the couch. The television was on but neither of us was paying much attention. Instead, I was snuggled up in Matt's arms. I was looking up at him; we both remained silent and just stared into each other's eyes. As was our custom, we eventually began making out. I giggled like a child when I felt Matt picking me up. He carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. Matt crawled on me and we continued our heavy petting. Taking a break from our kissing to catch a breath I looked at Matt in just his boxers, "I think I might be a little overdressed," I commented. Matt was all too happy to help me out of my green t-shirt and grey cotton shorts, leaving me in just my white cotton panties. "That's much better," I moaned as I pulled Matt back down to me. Matt began kissing his way down my body, slowly along my neck then chest. When he was over my stomach, and moving lower, I held his head up and stopped him, "Nuh uh. . .tonight is all you baby," I informed. I made Matt stand up and remove his boxers, watching gleefully as his manhood bounced free. After he removed my panties, I picked up the white plastic aneros from off the side table, it was slender and cylindrical and very smooth. There was an angled head then narrow neck which widened into a 'body' section then narrowed again, tapering down to two curved arms at the base, preventing any chance of going in all the way. "Are you ready baby?" I asked. Matt nodded and handed me the bottle of lube, "Be gentle with me," he joked. Matt got on the bed and lay down on his stomach. I poured a generous amount of the clear liquid on the toy, and stroked it up and down; making sure the entire thing was properly lubed. I eagerly made my way over to Matt. He was holding his butt cheeks apart just slightly. I placed the toy between his cheeks and rubbed it about, spreading the lube around his opening. "Ready?" I asked again. "Go for it babe," he instructed. Pressing the head against Matt's opening, I watched as his skin stretched, allowing the toy to slide in. Matt groaned as the head slipped in, "Is it in?" he asked urgently. I giggled, "Just the head baby, just keep relaxing and breathing, you're doing great," I informed him. I heard Matt trying to control his breathing and I applied a little more pressure. The body of the toy began to slide in. When it reached the tapered section, I watched Matt's anus contract and suck the toy all the way in. Matt let out another groan as the white plastic filled him, the arms pressing against his perineum and between his butt cheeks. "Okay baby, it's in," I whispered. Matt continued to lie there, getting his body accustomed to the new feeling. I watched in delight as Matt's anus relaxed and contracted, which pulled the toy in him everytime in a thrusting fashion. After a minute or two, Matt got up. He was kneeling down on the bed and looked at me, "How does it feel?" I asked curiously. A small smiled escaped him, "Kinda amazing actually, every I suck it into me, I think it nudges against my prostate, it feels really good," he explained. "Oh my god baby! Look at your cock," I alerted as we both stared down at Matt's erection. His penis was rock hard and throbbing, a long strand of clear precum dangling from its tip, almost all the way down to the bed. I excitedly reached down with a cupped hand and collected his nectar then eagerly licked my palm. "You think you're ready?" I anxiously asked. "What do you think?" Matt retorted, directing my attention to his rock hard erection. I crawled infront of Matt and got on all fours. I felt Matt's hands on my ass as he positioned himself. Matt pressed his cock against my pussy, and rubbed himself up and down my lips. After a few seconds, I felt him pushing into me. As Matt entered my pussy, his hands gripped my hips tightly. "Mhmm baby, I don't think you've ever felt harder," I moaned as Matt filled me. Matt began to thrust into me, pumping passionately into my cunt. We were both groaning aloud as Matt's thighs slapped against my ass. I threw my head back in delight when I felt Matt pressing his index finger into my asshole. Matt worked his finger in and out of me as I began slamming my body back against his throbbing cock, meeting his every thrust. "Ohhh fuck Matt!!! Harder baby! Fuck me harder!" I cried. Matt headed my pleas and pushed hard into me and I felt a second finger begin to enter my ass. "Ohh god baby yesss!!" I moaned. I was so close to my orgasm. I lowered my face down to the bed, sticking my ass up in the air as Matt continued to plow into me. My hands were now free and they found their way to my breasts. I pinched my nipples hard and awaited the surging climax of my orgasm. "Ohhh fuckk Matt!!! Mhmmm mhmmm," Matt thrusted harder and faster which drove me over the edge. My body tensed up and my pussy contracted around Matt's cock. My satisfied cries filled the tiny room and my pussy flowed with my cream. "Ohh god baby, are you almost there?" I moaned, tired and satisfied. "Almost, baby, almost," Matt grunted. "I want to see you cum," I cooed. I felt Matt pull out of my gaping cunt and I immediately flipped over onto my back. I hungrily reached out and grabbed Matt's cock and began stroking him furiously. It only took seconds for huge ropes of cum to shoot out of Matt's twitching cock. "Ahhhhh fuck!!!!! " Matt groaned as he bucked his hips. I stared happily back and forth between Matt's face and his glorious exploding cock. I continued stroking Matt's penis as more and more of his seed just kept coming. It was the most I'd ever seen him produce, every drop of it landing on my breasts. Matt finally began to calm, and even with a limp penis his body continued to twitch and droplets of cum continued to dribble out. Even the look on Matt's face as he stared down at me told me he was surprised by the amounts of cum that coated me. "Ohh my good baby, that was nothing like I've ever felt before," he panted before lying at my side. "I could tell babe, and this certainly isn't like anything we've experienced before," I replied as I played with the puddles of cum on my chest. "Looks like we'll be taking that shower after all," Matt stated. We laid there for a few minutes before making our way to the bathroom. Matt got some tissues and wiped my chest the best he could. "Turn around," I instructed. Matt listened and I lowered my hands, curling my fingers around the arms of the aneros. "Ready?" I asked. "Yeah," Matt replied. I slowly pulled on the toy; it slid from Matt's butt with ease. I tossed the still lubed up plastic cylinder in the sink while Matt turned on the shower. "I just need to pee real quick," I informed Matt. "No one's stopping you babe," Matt quipped. "You want me to go with you just standing there?" I asked embarrassingly. "It's not like you're going number two, you're just peeing, think of it as taking our relationship to another level," Matt replied with a chuckle. "Well I've never seen you go while I was in here with you," I protested. "So you want me to pee first and then you will?" he asked. I nodded in response. "You're such a baby," Matt chuckled as he walked over and lifted the toilet seat. I walked up behind him and stood on my tiptoes. Matt and I both stared down at his penis. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me before I saw his golden stream of urine hitting the water in the toilet. When he was done, Matt looked at me, "Do you wanna shake it for me?" I giggled as I wrapped my hands around Matt's waist and took his limp penis between my fingers. I shook his soft noodle a couple times, watching as a couple drops of pee fell into the bowl. "Okay, your turn," Matt stated as he stepped out of the way. I had no choice but to hesitantly lower the toilet seat and sit down. Matt mischievously knelt down infront of me and stared directly into my eyes, knowing how embarrassing this was for me. "I don't hear anything?" Matt teased. I stuck out my tongue at Matt, jokingly mocking him. A few seconds later we both smiled at each other as we heard the steady trickle of my pee hitting the water in the toilet bowl. I wiped myself and flushed then Matt helped me to my feet and into the shower. "That wasn't so bad was it?" he asked as we soaked our bodies beneath the warm water. "I guess not," I replied, "What about you, was the aneros as scary as you thought it would be?" I asked. Matt looked up at the ceiling, letting the water flow over his face. He looked back down at me, "I don't think I was ever scared of the actual thing, you know the physical stuff. What worried me was what you would think of me after doing something like that, I had this insecure feeling that you'd think I was less of a man or something." "Baby, why didn't you tell me you were feeling like this?" I asked with a concerned tone. "I dunno, maybe it's just stupid." "Well what is stupid is thinking I would ever think of you as anything but one hundred percent my man, all man." I wrapped my hands around Matt and he did the same to me, "Baby, when I'm in your arms. . .I feel like the safest person in the world. And every time you kiss me, or hold my hand, or make love to me, or do something like tonight for me even though you were a bit hesitant, I know you are the only man for me," I continued to explain. Matt kissed me on the forehead, "Thanks baby, you're the best," he replied. Matt and I finished up with our shower then got dressed. Matt slipped on some boxers and I just put on a t-shirt. We crawled into bed and huddled under the covers, "So do you think we'll be adding the aneros to our future?" I asked. "Definitely, it's not an everyday occasion kinda thing, but I could definitely see us using it once in a while," Matt replied. "Glad you liked it." "Well I'm glad you suggested it babe," Matt stated. He reached over and gave me a peck on the lips, "I love you baby," I cooed. "I love you too Kimmy." XXXX The next morning I rolled out of bed around nine. I slipped on a pair of Matt's boxers, used the bathroom, then went to the kitchen. I returned a couple minutes later, a cup of coffee in each of my hands. I set down one cup next to Matt, on the bedside table. "Babe, you have your study group in an hour," I whispered. Taking a sip of my coffee, I watched as Matt slowly opened his eyes. He sat up with me, resting his back against the wooden head board. He smiled at me as he picked up his cup and took a sip, "So what are you doing today?" he asked. "Ohh I'll probably wait till Summer gets home, then maybe hit the gym before lunch then I have class this afternoon." "Want me to get us lunch after my study group? I have a few hours before my class in the evening." "Okay, sounds great," I replied. "I better hop in the shower and head out," Matt stated after taking another sip. I waited until Matt left then decided to tidy up the apartment a little. I was out in the kitchen when I heard the door opening. Adam and Summer came strolling in, "Hey guys," I greeted. "Hi Kim," they replied in unison. Summer schlepped her bag over to her bedroom then returned at kissed Adam on the cheek, "I'll see you this evening babe, thanks again," she stated. "Don't mention is sweetie, see yah later Kim!" "See yah Adam!" I replied. Summer walked over and we exchanged a quick hug then sat at the table, "He has class," Summer explained. "So, how was it?" I asked. "Really great, we had an amazing weekend, was really nice being back home." "That's nice, so when is your class?" "In an hour actually, I better go get ready, see you this evening? We can go out for dinner; I'll tell you all about my weekend." "Okay sweetie, sounds like fun," I replied. After Summer left for class, I got changed into my exercise clothes and headed out to the gym. XXXX Standing over the sink in the kitchen, I chugged my bottle of water. My workout had me feeling exhilarated. Hearing a key in the front door, and turned my head to see Matt enter. "Hey baby," I greeted. "Hi sweetie, I got us chipotle," he replied. Matt set the brown bag down on the table as he made his way over to me. He embraced me from behind and held me. "How was your workout?" he whispered. "Amazing," I replied. "What's amazing is how you look in those black spandex shorts and orange sports bra," Matt replied. I giggled as he kissed my neck. "Baby, I'm all sweaty," I squealed as he tickled my neck with his tongue. "Mhmm, and you taste that much better," he whispered, "Is Summer home?" he asked. I raised my head to the ceiling and closed my eyes, letting Matt work his tongue to the back of my neck as he continued kissing me. "Nope, she had class," I cooed. "Mhmmm, how convenient," Matt replied. I felt Matt's hand on my stomach, moving down between my legs. I could almost feel my knees go weak when he cupped my vagina over my tight spandex shorts. "Mhmmm baby, you're so warm," he whispered. I wiggled my butt against Matt's body; I could already feel his prominent bulge pressing hard against my ass. "Come on," I urgently stated, leading Matt into my room. I spun round and kissed Matt hard, his tongue was so warm and his mouth so inviting. I felt him pawing at my sports bra; we broke our kiss so he could lift it off me. Matt immediately lowered his face to my breasts, sucking on my pert mounds. There was nothing for me to do but affectionately comb my fingers through his hair and enjoy his touch. After a couple minutes, Matt laid me down on the bed, with my legs hanging over the edge. He kissed his way down my stomach. My tummy trembled as I giggled, Matt's tickling tongue swirling around my belly button having the desired effect. He moved lower and was now kissing my lower abdomen, over my spandex. Matt kissed the plump lips of my vagina which pressed against the tight fabric. I watched as he pressed his nose against my lips and took a shallow breath, "You're amazing," he sighed as he hooked his fingers into my spandex, pulling it along with my thong down to my knees. I smiled as I felt a cool rush of air against my now bare skin. "Baby, you sure you don't want me to take a quick shower first?" I asked, feeling a bit insecure. Matt's response was quite reassuring, "Are you kidding baby? You taste amazing," he replied before lowering his face to my pussy. Matt tenderly kissed the lips of my vagina, planting light pecks up and down the length of my slit. My eyes tightened when I felt Matt warm tongue slide into my vagina. I could already feel my juices trickle onto Matt's tongue as my heart began beating faster and faster. All I heard was the slurping sounds of Matt's tongue lapping away at my vagina. After a few seconds, Matt pulled his tongue from me and moved up, latching on to my throbbing clit. I opened my legs wider as Matt gently nibbled on me. Matt raised his hand and slid a finger into me. I gasped in delight as he began pumping his finger inside me, quickly adding a second. Matt's tongue was swirling around my pulsing clit, lashing it back and forth. I was moaning and panting now, my mind overcome with pleasure. Matt pulled his mouth from my clit, replacing it with his thumb, rubbing tortuously delightful circles around it. With two fingers delving into me with considered pace, and his thumb circling my clit, Matt raised his face up to mine. He kissed me hard, and I ran my tongue all over him, tasting my wonderful juices on him. Matt's fingers curled inside me, moving speedily as I squirmed myself against him. "Ahhhhh fuck MATTY!!!" I cried as a wave of ecstasy rushed over me. I had to pull my mouth from Matt's as I clenched my jaw, my body shivering with my orgasm. I lay there breathing heavily, letting my mind calm back down as Matt continued to slowly caress me. I finally turned my face to him and smiled. He pulled his fingers from me and brought them up to his mouth. I watched as he sucked his glistening fingers. Matt let me lick his thumb clean, I savored my sweet nectar. As Matt pulled his finger from my mouth, he reached over to the sidetable drawer and retrieved the lube, "Are you up for it?" he softly asked. I nodded affirmatively. Matt stood up and reached out an open hand, "Come with me, I want to see your face." Without query, I reached up and Matt helped me to my feet. I let my shorts and underwear fall to my ankles and stepped out of them. Matt led me to the bathroom and positioned me to stand over the sink, infront of the mirror. I looked over my shoulder and watched Matt pour some lube into his hand. I giggled when I felt his hand press between my butt cheeks. He rubbed his fingers around my tight entrance, teasingly slipping a finger in just to pull it back out. I looked forward into the mirror and stared back at myself and Matt. I heard him unbuckling his jeans. He took a few seconds to lube up his cock and then I felt him, pressing between my butt cheeks. Matt was looking down, and I was looking at him in the mirror. I felt the head of Matt's cock press against my asshole. He pushed gently and his head slid in. I grasped onto the sides of the white ceramic sink as Matt made his way into me. When he was about halfway in, I felt Matt place his hands on my hips and he looked up into the mirror at me. We smiled at eachother and he leaned in and kissed my shoulder. Matt's eyes focused on mine as I held my breath and he pushed in all the way. I relaxed my breathing and reveled in the wonderful feeling of being filled by Matt. "You feel amazing baby," Matt whispered before kissing me on the neck. "So do you Matty," I moaned. Matt brushed the hair from my back and kissed my neck. I turned my head as best I could and found Matt's lips with my own. We kissed for a few tender seconds then I looked back into the mirror. "Is anything hurting?" Matt lovingly asked. "No babe, everything feels wonderful, just go slow at first," I replied. Matt's grip on my hips tightened and he began sliding in and out. I groaned in delight as I felt Matt's rigid cock stretching my asshole. After a few seconds I was pressing my ass back against Matt to meet his thrusts. I stared into his eyes and brought a hand up to my breasts. Matt's strokes were tender and gentle, when I felt I was ready, I gave him the okay, "Harder baby, fuck me harder," I moaned. Matt's eyes were focused on my face as his plowed hard and deep into me. I squeezed my breasts hard, pinching my erect nipples as Matt continued thrusting into me. I was rotating my head from side to side, moaning in delight as I felt my orgasm approach. "Ohhh fuck Matt!!" I cried as I squeezed my asshole around his shaft. I screamed out loud and lowered my hand to my pulsing clit as my orgasm hit. Matt was right there with me, his cock spasming as he filled my ass with his warm cum. We were both grunting as our bodies twitched in ecstasy. Matt pressed his face against my shoulder, leaving his cock deep in me as his orgasm continued. I was almost delirious as my shuddering climax subsided. I felt myself shiver, aftershocks of my orgasm. I could feel Matt soften inside me. I relaxed my contracted asshole and Matt eased himself out. I turned to face him and we kissed passionately. Matt wrapped his arms around me tightly as we kissed, his soft penis dribbling cum onto my abdomen. I could feel Matt's warm cum drooling from my asshole and smiled against his mouth. I stripped Matt and we hopped into the shower. After getting dressed we went out into the kitchen and ate lunch. We were still basking in the glow of our love making; Matt reached out hand held my hand as we ate. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," he replied, "I just love feeling you," he explained. I smiled and rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb. After lunch we both headed out together to go to our classes.

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Title: Making friends by Sskahryl Tags: Anal, Dragon, M/M, M/M/M, Master/Pet, Oral A cool autumn breeze blew in through the living room window where two dragons were relaxing. Zennith was sitting on the couch, his blue scales illuminated by a crackling fire his pet Sskahryl curled up next to him, Sskahryl's head resting on his master's lap, snoozing quietly Zennith stroking his black scales soothingly. Zennith got up and closed the window, his pet waking and looking at his master. "Well pet. We have an early morning tomorrow so its time we went to bed" Zennith informed his pet. "What's happening tomorrow?" Sskahryl inquired curiously. "You will find out in due time pet. But before we do go to bed you have some duties to perform." Zennith sat down and put his hind claws on the coffee table. Sskahryl quickly and eagerly licked all over his masters claws. "Good pet!" Zennith moaned, praising his pet which only fulled Sskahryl's enthusiastic licking, his tongue caressing each clawed digit. Zennith lay back moaning happily. He could feel the slick reptilian tongue flicker in between each claw skilfully, sending surges of pleasure though him. Sskahryl turned his attention to each individual clawed digit, suckling on each as his reptilian tongue curls around each and lathered it in his saliva. Sskahryl then turned his attention to the other claw licking from heal to toe claw. At this point Zennith was hard and leaking. "Pet, put that maw of yours to good use." Zennith orders his pet who eagerly lapped at the tip of his master's member tasting his pre. Sskahryl then proceeded to take the other dragons meat deep into his maw. Zennith let out an appreciative moan and grabbed his pet's horns and began to thrust into Sskahryl's muzzle. Sskahryl was in heaven as he moaned while being muzzle fucked by the blue dragon letting his tongue stroke the dragon meat in his maw with every thrust. Zennith forced his pet to deep throat his member sending shock waves of pleasure through his body. Sskahryl for his part gladly accepted as much of his master's member as he could get and deep throated it happily. Sskahryl's eager tongue lapped at the member in his maw and throat and soon it was too much for the blue dragon who with a loud roar released his warm dragon seed into his pet's maw. Sskahryl swallowed as much of his masters cum as he could but it was too much and soon Sskahryl's muzzle was covered in dragon cum. Zennith got up off the couch panting slightly "I'm not done with you yet boy." Zennith announced to his pet who eagerly got on all fours and raised his tail. Zennith laughed as he rubbed lube into his pets tail "You are always so eager pet." Zennith said happily as he inserted a claw into his pets tail ensuring he was well lubed. Zennith then placed the tip of his dragon hood against his pets tail. Sskahryl murred in eagerness and anticipation and finally got his wish as Zennith pushed forward shoving his thick dragon meat into the black dragon below him. Sskahryl was in heaven as he felt each bump and dip in his masters member fill him. Zennith moaned loudly as his member was surrounded and massaged by his pets warm flesh. "As tight as the first day I took you pet!" Zennith exclaimed as he began pounding his pets tail hard. Sskahryl was moaning just as loudly as his master was his dragon hood rock hard and spewing pre. Zennith shifted so he was lying on his pets back. He then reached a claw around his pets body and began stroking his pets needy dragon meat. Zennith couldn't hold back any more and with one final thrust he filled his pet with his warm dragon cum. Sskahryl soon followed releasing his cum all over the floor and his masters claw. Zennith licked hos pets cum off his claw before pulling out and tugging on his pets lead "Its time we went to bed pet. Got a big day tomorrow" Zennith informed his pet who happily followed his master to bed. The next morning began as usual with Zennith and Sskahryl having a shower, eating breakfast and going for a quick walk around the block. When they got home Zennith ordered his pet to pack for a weekend stay at Zennith's wing brother, Drake Wingfire's place. After packing and loading the car Zennith and Sskahryl set off for a 3 hour trip north to Drake's house. When they arrived there was a rather happy looking red dragon in the driveway to greet them. Sskahryl assumed this was his master's wing brother. "Pet" Zennith said "This is my wing brother Drake" "So this is the pet you are always talking about." Drake said cheerily as they all walked into the house. Once inside Drake gave Sskahryl a once over checking his eyes, horns, maw and belly before lifting his tail and inspecting his tail hole "hmm. Considering how long you have had him he is pretty tight" Drake commented to Zennith who just smiled. Drake then rolled Sskahryl onto his back and began rubbing his slit. Sskahryl murred and relaxed enjoying Drake's administrations. Drake chuckled and inserted a claw into the murring dragon causing Sskahryl to let out a moan as his slit was invaded by the green dragon. Soon enough Sskahryl's member was hard and leaking copious amounts of pre. "Such a leaker." Drake announced to the agreeing nods of Zennith. "Pet! On all fours!" Zennith ordered his pet. Sskahryl quickly got on all fours and raised his tail to the approval of his master. "Good pet" Zennith praised Sskahryl as he rubbed his tail hole slipping a claw inside his pet. Sskahryl let out a long moan as his master's claw penetrated his tail and began rubbing his insides. Zennith smiled at Drake "You get his muzzle." He informed his wing brother who quickly got undressed and positioned himself in front of Sskahryl his member already hard and leaking. "Looking forward to this were you?" Zennith asked chuckling, "Yeh, just a little" replied Drake blushing, an amazing feat for a red dragon. Sskahryl opened his maw which was quickly filled with drake's throbbing dragon hood. Sskahryl happily suckles on the dragon meat in his maw to the approving moans from its owner. Drake grabbed Sskahryl's horns and started thrusting inside the black dragons muzzle who murred happily being muzzle fucked. Zennith eventually pulled his claw out of his pet and got undressed, his member like Drake's was hard and leaking. Zennith lifted his pets tail and pressed his member against the dragons tail hole and began teasing the black dragons hole. Sskahryl whimpered wanting his master to press inside him and soon got his wish as Zennith pressed his thick dragon hood inside Sskahryl's tail. Zennith quickly started building up a quick pase, pounding his pet's tail hole hard and fast to the approving moans from Sskahryl. Sskahryl was in compete ecstasy. He could feel every ridge and vein of Zennith's cock rubbing up against the walls of his tail hole, the head ramming his prostate sending shock waves of pleasure through him. Sskahryl traces his toung along Drakes dragon hood to the approving thrusts of Drake. Zennith started pounding his pets tail hole hard and fast panting heavily to the approving moans from Sskahryl who from this encouragement began working Drake's member even more. Drake used Sskahryl's horns to thrust deep into the black dragons throat and almost came there and then as he felt Sskahryl's throat begin to massage his length. Sskahryl was loving every minute of this. He loved the hard dragon meat in his tail pounding away and the thick dragon hood in his muzzle he could suck away at. After a few more thrusts Zennith roared loudly and came hard into his pets tail. Sskahryl felt his masters seed fill him its warmth covering his prostate which sent him over the edge as he came onto the floor. Drake thrust a few more times before sending his seed deep into the black dragons throat. Sskahryl swallowed eagerly what he could but the rest flowed down his neck and mixed with his own on the ground. Zennith pulled out and Sskahryl quickly turned around and leaned off his masters member. All three dragons got dressed and went to unpack the car. "I think your going to like this week pet." Zennith commented smiling. Sskahryl just giggled and let his mind wander to the fun he could expect.

FSE

It was, in many respects, that which she was born to do. A goddess such as herself had no place being bound to a single sphere, a single planet, when she was so much greater than even the sum total of the cosmos itself; to think otherwise was heresy, blasphemy even, and Sierra wasn’t about to tolerate such nonsense in her presence. Granted, she herself had only just realized this truth, but this was fine; she couldn’t be expected to know everything there was about this whole “divinity” business when she herself had been so blind to her real nature for so long. Of course, she had an excuse: she was a true goddess, and it was therefore perfectly acceptable for her to simply not be aware of the intricacies of her own perfection until she spent some time trying to understand them. Luckily for the world, however, now she did, and thanks to this newfound understanding of her soul and its unique properties, said world was now ready to receive the great bounty that was the Latias, as her form was now prepared to shine upon all of Creation itself… along with Emily and her little kitten, of course. Let it not be said that Sierra was anything other than a merciful and sharing goddess; she wasn’t one to possessively hoard every good thing that came her way, no, she wanted to exalt others, she wanted to share the love and perfection throughout any and all who could want it, so long of course as they were willing to ask politely. Then again, this was only in the long-term; truth be told, the Latias was a bit too absorbed in her own bloating to really consider what other people might be thinking, not through a lack of concern, but mostly due to her mind being rather one-tracked when it came time for her to gorge. There was a time and place for everything, and she didn’t mix business with pleasure; hence, if she was eating, then it stood to reason that it was time to eat, not think about what she should do with her power or whether she should wield it responsibly. That came for later, for the mythical point in the future where she was satiated and didn’t want to eat anything else anymore, assuming, that is, that such a state of being was even possible; she’d started eating a while ago and still wasn’t done, not even after the milk, not even after the seawater feast, not even after the hiccups helped her cover a significant portion of the planet in her bulk and pudge. She could feel Emily and Kitty somewhere down below, tiny, almost insignificant, made important only thanks to the former still technically being a demi-goddess herself. All in all, she was yet to properly unleash her power as Sierra had, leaving the latter thoroughly disappointed that she was all alone up there… though, “up” might not be the best of descriptors. Really, it was hard to tell what directions were anymore, given that she wasn’t exactly on anything anymore; her belly might be close to the surface of the Earth, but she’d long-since transcended its gravitational pull, left to fight against escape velocity before effortlessly beating it and hopping into orbit as if it were a quick stroll. There, she could see all around her for once, could look upon a universe that was hers by right, yet had never quite been so obviously… available. Sierra had spent her whole life planet-bound, and up until that very moment, had never considered it anything less than perfectly acceptable; she had convinced herself that she was merely a demi-goddess, that her role was to protect that world and nothing else, with a “true” divinity being somehow “above” her in some weirdly arbitrary manner. Now though, now she knew better; the line between the two wasn’t so much set in stone as much as it simply didn’t exist, as the only difference was how much power was contained within her, and how much of it she was willing to use. Seeing as the former was always seemingly endless, all the Latias had to do was be ready to use it rather than hold it back thanks to some misbegotten sense of duty that had no business being there at all; as soon as she did, then all preconceived notions of what a goddess was, demi or no, were thrown out the window as the Latias swelled and burgeoned to a size never before seen, transforming herself into a gargantuan icon of hunger and greed, just like she wanted to be. For everyone else though, she was little more than a titanic, all-encompassing belly… which, to be fair, was pretty cool with her, all things considered; just as she was excused from fully comprehending her true nature until then, the rest of the planet was fine with only being able to glimpse but one side of her total being, even if it was only the physical one. They would learn, in time, what it was like to be in the presence of a goddess, and the experience would be so transcendental as to elevate them all into a state close to what she herself had been like before unleashing her full potential; until then, they were free to writhe and wriggle beneath her pudge, clinging onto her as best as they could in the hopes of not being left behind. Emily, for her part, was noticeably larger than she had been when it all began, though nowhere near the level of where Sierra herself was; the feline had learned something of herself, but the Latias recognized that she still wasn’t ready to completely embrace their divine side. They would, eventually, and far sooner than they perhaps assumed; Sierra wasn’t about to sit around doing nothing while the person responsible for helping her ascend was just there, so much smaller than they had any right to be. Until the moment when Emily was ready for it though, Sierra would respect their wishes, since it did mean that she herself could make good use of all that delicious power she had inside of her without fear of repercussions or having to share it with anyone at all. Sharing was for later, for when her hunger was satisfied, for when she didn’t have that nagging voice in the back of her head insisting that she do something stupid, like take a bite off the planet when “no one was looking”, or begin breathing in the cosmos despite it mostly being a vacuum devoid of any matter. On the other hand, she was a goddess, so who was to say that she couldn’t? She was the one who made the rules there, not anyone else, and if the universe at large disagreed, then it was more than welcome to get in line and issue a complaint so she could officially ignore it; the Latias wanted to get bigger, and if that meant ignoring fundamental principles of existence and potentially endangering reality as she knew it, then that was merely the price she had to pay for it. She was, ultimately, perfectly capable of (proverbially) snapping her fingers and putting everything back, so why bother? The last time she spent any amount of mental capacity worrying about whether or not she should do something, it ended up taking so long that she had to warp time in order to be able to do it at all, and from thereon, Sierra had told herself no more: if she wanted to do something, she would, and if it ended up being a colossal mistake, then better to put everything back together again and forget it ever happened rather than spend the rest of her existence thinking about what might have happened had she had the courage to act when the opportunity arose. And with her being what she was, that existence was… certainly long. Eternal, perhaps, given that she felt enough power within her to break the bounds of a single universe if she really wanted to, which would make any regret unfathomably horrendous to contemplate; she wasn’t about to carry second thoughts with her for the literal duration of all perpetuity, so the best thing to do was to just do things and worry about the consequences never. Do that, and true happiness could be achieved; screw enlightenment, she wanted to feel what it was like to be off her mind on a serotonin high at every single living moment! And really, she was well on her way to do just that, given how much enjoyment she was squeezing out of current situation; one could go for a million years living a thousand thousand lives, and one could never truly grasp the sheer depth of the depraved sense of self-indulgence that Sierra, by then overshadowing the planet with just her triangle markings alone, was experiencing at that moment. One could never begin to understand how much she was adoring every femtosecond, where the mere exercise of existence was itself fuel for the fire, one that burned and raged within her with the strength of a billion supernovae. But with it, of course, came an equally ravenous need to consume, a hunger that gnawed at her and demanded the Latias fill the furnace, lest it run dry and cold; a form of adaptation, perhaps, to keep the goddess from burning up too much without any intake, not that she particularly cared about obeying equivalent exchange. If she truly wanted to, Sierra was reasonably certain she could just make herself grow and never stop until some arbitrary amount of time had passed… but what would be the fun of it? Why grow if that didn’t include eating? Why bloat if she wasn’t doing so with actual food, even if her definition of what that was happened to be a lot looser than before? The act of feasting upon reality itself and its many constituent parts was what made the whole exercise of being a goddess worth it, and if not for that, then what was the point really? Was she supposed to just take what she had and end up bigger purely through force of will, when she had a much better option available to her? Because she figured that was complete horseshit, and fully intended to prove it going forward… just as soon as she got Emily on board with her, and on the same level for good measure. It was likely the feline would just be left in the dust once the Latias began bloating again, but for the time being, it was perhaps best for everyone involved if the demi-goddess was instructed to stop fucking around and start using her powers properly, rather than lying there underneath an ever-swelling belly like she wasn’t fully capable of lifting it off herself. It took a bit of convincing, not the least of which because Emily was actually quite comfortable when pressed down by Sierra’s fat gut, not to mention a non-insignificant amount of energy sacrificed on the Latias’ part, but eventually the big cat was pushed up a few dozen size ranks and ended up just big enough that their still-much-larger friend could actually see her. Not too big, certainly not enough for her to outsize the triangle markings on Sierra’s colossal midriff, but sufficient for the purposes that the mega-giantess had in mind; after all, the gluttonous goddess was quite thirsty, and if nothing else, Emily had proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that her milk was very nutritious and filling, so much so that the Latias wanted for nothing more than to have a few mouthfuls once again. This would need the uplifted demi-goddess to pump her tits up a few more relative cup sizes, but really, what was she going to do, not get continuously bigger as the two of them elevated themselves to ever-greater levels, all while moaning their heads off at the pleasure of it all? Nonsense. No, she was going to grow and she was going to like it, even if Sierra had to pump the cat up with her own power to the point where her growth was stunted and left by the wayside… for about a few seconds, which was quite a bit given the state of mind the Latias was in. Still, it was either that or not exalt Emily to the position of ultimate goddesshood, and the latter wasn’t acceptable, nor would the cat herself abide by it; much as Sierra was convinced that she was the one entirely in charge of what was happening, the truth of the matter was significantly more complex than a simple one-way relationship with one reluctant half. In reality, the feline was more than happy to let the Latias bwoompf outwards and take up most space around her, the planet and and its environs, just as long as there wasn’t an actual breakdown going on that would endanger the long-term stability of the world. Yes, Earth was smushed against a belly of immense proportions, and there was something to be said about how she could’ve done far more for it than she had, but ultimately, it was still entirely within her power to pull the Latias back from the brink and force them to behave; just as long as this held true, there was really no reason to try and hold them back, and in fact, plenty of reasons to egg the giantess on further, nevermind the fact that this was incredibly dangerous and had no reason to be done beyond self-indulgence taken to the nth degree. Which, to be fair, was more or less what drove both Emily and Sierra to do anything at that point, when the whole planet was no longer in consideration and the only thing worth doing was seeing what their brains wanted in exchange for a serotonin hit and giving them just that. The difference, of course, was that Emily wanted to indulge Sierra in a way that Sierra herself was entirely unaware of; the Latias was so busy trying to come up with new and inventive ways of making herself look like some sort of extra hyper-goddess of hunger and devourment that she failed to notice how her fellow deity was smiling so widely as to be downright comical, were it not for the obvious thirst spelled out on every single line on her face. Indeed, Emily herself did absolutely nothing to stop the Latias from doing whatever it was they thought they needed to do, be it grow themselves out or pour extra mass into the feline in some weird attempt at getting them to do something or other. It was better for Sierra to think that Emily had no intention of competing, since then they’d be more open to the idea of splurging out and letting their wild side out if they thought they were the ones in control; though, in all honesty, it was hard to tell if they actually weren’t, given the size difference between themselves and the goddess who started this entire thing by quite literally feeding them to be that size. Emily certainly thought they could put a stop to it, while Sierra was beyond convinced that her own power was limitless, and in the middle of it all, poor Kitty was stuck between the feline’s bosom and unable to do much beyond watch as everything was consumed in a rampaging orgy of destruction that very rapidly took the entirety of the planet by storm and ended up bumping into the moon before anyone could say anything about it. He was so out of his depth that he might as well be wading through open ocean, lacking even the most basic ability to comprehend what in blazes was happening to him or to everything around him. He was used to Emily having her powers, sure, and to a certain extent he recognized that she was far more powerful than she gave herself credit for, but it was one thing for him to know this was true, and quite another for him to truly comprehend it in a way that made some sense to him on a practical level. The most that Emily had ever done was, well, what she’d done right before the two of them met Sierra: outright teleport the two of them somewhere deserted and far enough away that they wouldn’t have to worry about anyone interrupting them. Anything beyond that was usually mundane stuff, such as summoning food, making herself change size somewhat, and on occasion creating and unmaking extra furniture if they had guests over, but only if no one was looking. Kitty would be lying if he said he’d never thought about the possibilities of someone with the level of power that Emily had, but to go from there to actually wielding said power to do something as utterly insane as what Sierra was… well, it boggled the mind, really. He could imagine doing a great many things, but growing so big that it utterly destroyed the planet and infringed upon the orbit of its satellite? Repeatedly bloating outwards so much that the very gravity well of their shared homeworld was turned inside out and then erased entirely, nevermind how utterly impossible that was? Going so far as to try and nomf at the disparate pieces of the planet that were floating by, as if they were pieces of cereal floating in some vast bowl filled with milk… or something of the sort? It strained the limits of what he considered to be possible, and he was lucky that most of it was blocked off by Emily’s body being so gargantuan; he was sure that if he had a front-row seat to the carnage, his mind would’ve broken in half, ripped to tatters and left out to dry as he tried to piece it back together using only the limited knowledge of the universe he happened to have. And yet, the two women seemed to be at ease with their status, almost like they weren’t weaving the laws of the universe to serve their base desires and nothing else; Sierra just kept getting bigger, Emily was apparently bloating their tits up with milk, and soon enough the two of them were putting that together to some truly astounding effect. It was hard to tell just who was feeding whom, or if feeding was even the correct term; it was entirely possible that the cream itself was incidental and unnecessary, that the true transfer was that of energy and raw divine power, and it just happened that Sierra drinking straight from Emily’s breasts was the simplest way to go about it. Either that, or it gave them both the right amount of stimulation they needed, as creatures of such immense girth and magnitude that most likely required an equally excessive source of pleasure, lest they run dry and end up blue-balled… or whatever term applied in that case. In fact, so curious was he to see just what might be happening outside that Kitty did something exceedingly stupid: he deliberately went out of his way to wriggle free from Emily’s lap. He shouldn’t have, and indeed he came to regret it almost immediately, but he did so anyway for the sake of purest curiosity. He had to know what was happening, had to know what was in store for him whenever he was freed, and above all, he had to know what the two of them looked like now that they were fully ascended. He saw parts of them, and indeed the best ones, but that hardly meant anything if he couldn’t take in the whole; only by fully realizing the totality of the two goddesses could he truly comprehend what it was like to be in their presence, and really, all he had to do was crawl out from the lap of someone who was about the same size as his country used to be back home. No biggy, he… had probably walked more than that if he counted up every step he took in his life, and he probably had plenty of time now that the two goddesses had unleashed themselves; far as he knew, he was probably immortal already, and if not, then certainly long-lived and highly resilient. He was in a vacuum, after all, and somehow he hadn’t felt the need to breathe in long enough that it was just starting to feel incredibly weird; not uncomfortable in any manner, but still a reminder that what was happening was entirely unnatural and had no business taking place in a world that made any sense whatsoever. Then again, he was surrounded on all sides by a country-sized Emily nestling against an even bigger Sierra, so the notion of what was “normal” had clearly been thrown out the window entirely. He was only glad for the fact that there was no sound in the void, lest his ears have to be assaulted by what were no doubt loud moans and screams for more; instead, he just had the occasional shockwave coursing through the entirety of the megascape that was Sierra’s body, passing onto Emily’s and leaving him rattling from head to toe like he was a loose twig in a tornado. It made him wonder whether he should even leave at all, or if he should accept his new fate as the two goddesses’ plaything, the little tiny one whose entire purpose was to be passed around and be used as a squeeze toy for the two divinities who commanded the universe and its forces. It could’ve been worse; Sierra could’ve decided to eat both of them, and while Emily was likely powerful enough that she could resist it, there would be ample unpleasantness afterwards, rather than the mutual madness that was happening at that exact moment. They could’ve simply gone their separate ways, never to see one another again, forever to wonder what it would’ve been like had they just stopped and given themselves to one another; hell, they could’ve just had sex and been done with it, leaving him by the wayside thinking what had just happened while begging the two to go further. Instead, they picked… this. This path of insanity and unreason, this method of madness, this absolute chaos where their urges and desires were the ones calling the shots and they couldn’t even begin to think about any alternatives; this reality in which their principal concern was to make good use of their bodies’ uncanny ability to generate more nerve connections than normal in order to experience pleasure unlike any that had ever been experienced before. And there he was, tiny, almost insignificant, unable to affect things to any meaningful extent, left to be smushed and smothered by pudge in every direction by a cat goddess who had completely forgotten him. Hell, he was about ready to start genuinely feeling sorry for himself when he saw, then felt, a couple of fingers lock onto him and pull him out, drawing a silent yelp from Kitty as he was unceremoniously plucked from within what looked to be Emily’s cleavage. He barely had time to consider this before he was pulled “upwards”, for lack of a better word; guessing which direction he was going was somewhat difficult in the middle of space, where the only point of reference was Emily herself. Curiously, not Sierra; they had grown so immense that they might as well be the background of reality from where Kitty was standing (floating?), the only thing visible being her belly, stretching in every direction as far as the small cat could see. He could swear he heard her giggling, even though he knew that was impossible, and wisely decided not to pay attention, for fear that it might infect his mind with some sort of lust virus; really, stranger things had happened, and with the way the Latias was acting, he would not be surprised if such a thing existed…

yiff-extreme

Another day went by and once again nothing of note had happened. Maybe it was the local painting festival taking away all the customers, or the market was just not that favourable for trinket collectors and bauble owners at the moment, but his shop had seen absolutely no one for the past two or three days. In a way, he didn’t really mind; what with everything being kept meticulously clean, it just meant he had a lot of free time on his hooves to catch up on his reading backlog, or maybe even experiment with some spells… but then again, a shop doesn’t exactly keep itself in business without selling anything, and he still had rent to worry about. The unicorn sighed, letting his head fall onto the counter he was sitting behind. No one there to distract him, but no one there to buy anything from him either. What used to be a rather well-frequented shop had suddenly turned into a desert out of seemingly nowhere, leaving Silent to wonder if something happened and he just wasn’t aware of it. It was unnerving, in a way; being alone for so long wasn’t something he was accustomed to, and after going through a couple of books and triple-checking his inventory, there wasn’t a lot that he could do anymore but… wait. Wait for customers that wouldn’t arrive, or for a change that, for all he knew, wasn’t going to happen. Maybe, Celestia will it, someone would show up and buy half his stock, like that one time the previous year where an itinerant magician decided she needed stuff for her new show. That was a good day! But… nothing. Much as he waited for a miracle, none came, leaving Silent to wallow in boredom and isolation until he could think of something to do. It was hard to tell how long it took, seeing as he probably fell asleep for a while without anything to rouse him from it, but the young stallion was startled back to wakefulness when his body went through that weird falling sensation that sometimes crops up. Like a hiccup, he was back up again, staring once more at an empty store and a bunch of dashed expectations; no one there, once again. Silent rose from his seat, eager to find something to occupy his time with. While the inventory had already been noted down several times, there were some items he hadn’t really looked into; every once in a while, he’d come across some unique trinkets that required more in-depth study, something he’d do in his free time or whenever the shop happened to be empty for long periods of time. More often than not, these magical items would end up being more disappointing than anything else, little more than enchanted baubles left behind by a unicorn with more boredom than sense in their head, but once in a blue moon, whenever Lady Luck showed up at the door, Silent would find something ​truly​ unique; maybe it was something worthy of being in a museum, whose curators would pay a pretty sum to have in their collection, or perhaps it’d be a lost treasure belonging to somepony’s influential family. It barely ever happened, but he always hoped that the next shipment would contain a little surprise like that. Thus, it was the only thing he could think of that could serve to occupy his time while he waited for the phantom customers to show up. Walking through a side door into a secondary storage room, he levitated the sole crate in there above his head, bringing it over to his workshop; it was a quaint little space, with nothing more than a desk, chair and the necessary equipment to analyze potentially unstable magically-infused trinkets, but he liked it that way. It had the tiniest little window on the door, giving him enough of a view of the front desk that he could tell if anyone walked in. Not that anyone would, but still. Opening the crate revealed a series of mismatched items that immediately made his spirits drop. He didn’t have the best of luck whenever he bought any of those “grab bag” boxes, most of them being the junk that archaeological expeditions couldn’t manage to sell off to the highest bidder, or stuff that other businesses put up for auction after going bankrupt. He ​did​ purchase it, but hadn’t expected the “Small Assortment of Artifacts” to be composed mostly of barely-glimmering pottery and bits of old scrolls. A waste of money if he’d ever seen it, but a waste of ​his​ money, so he had to do something about it. Sadly, most of the junk turned out to be just that, and a frustrated Silent went through the list with some red marker, crossing out every item in sequence while cursing his luck yet again. It was eventually down to the very last one, a small statuette of an alicorn with… some rather exaggerated proportions. Silent didn’t quite like to admit it, but the first thought on picking that thing up by the “wrong” end left him feeling a lot more awkward than it should’ve, doubly so when he placed the object on his table and got to see just what kind of body that little thing was displaying. It was obviously some kind of male fertility idol, though nothing like any of the other ones he’d seen before; even for something of its kind, the size and girth of the sexual attributes was borderline ridiculous in scope, and if not for him helping it stay up, it would topple over from its own, unbalanced weight. The unicorn couldn’t help but think if that wasn’t the entire point of it, a thought that brought so much of a blush to his face that he had to get up and pace around a bit just to get the idea from inside his head. Analyzing the trinket didn’t really assuage his fears either; not only did he have to pay very close attention to it, therefore only making the problem of his embarrassment even worse, but the harder he looked into it, the more he began realizing his initial assumptions might have been entirely correct; the object contained some kind of enchantment that was designed to interact with living ponies, a ​blessing​ of some kind, most likely unlocked via some sort of religious ritual or complex spell. While the full nature of this bit of magic wasn’t completely clear to him, what was​ obvious was its intended effect. And oh boy did he have to swallow down some very lewd ideas when he fully understood what he was dealing with. Now, he wasn’t exactly lacking in that department himself; while he wasn’t with anyone at that time, it was more due to the time he had to spend managing the shop than anything else. In fact, if he looked down, he’d see quite the noticeable bulge stretching out the fabric on his pants and running down to his knees already; not exactly his regular size, but he wasn’t really all that “regular” as it was. Still, and despite being more well-endowed than just about anypony else he knew, there was always a bit of a nagging thought at the back of his mind, a miniscule, but clearly existent demand for… just a bit more. Not too much, he didn’t want to immobilize himself with his junk, but seeing as he was already that big, why not take it just a couple more steps forward? It’d only be natural, and it’s not like anyone would really mind; he was already massive, after all. He had to push these thoughts away when they grew more powerful, knowing full well that any stray intention could very well activate some wild magic that would inevitably lead to that trinket activating and doing Celestia-knows-what to him. He put the damned thing down and got up, needing to take a few steps around the shop to calm himself down. Where, or most importantly ​who​, would take that item? The only option he saw being realistically feasible would be a museum, keeping it safely locked behind two layers of glass with several “DO NOT TOUCH” signs attached to it. Maybe somepony with more money than brains in desperate need of something extra below the waist. But certainly not in his shop, oh no; he couldn’t just have ​that​ thing out on display, it was anything but family friendly… or decent… or likely to sell. It might just scare even more people away, something he did ​not​ need at that current point in time. It was settled, then. Silent figured he knew enough about the trinket to catalogue it, so he headed back into the workshop and got ready to package it up in a magically-insulated box so he could then work on finding a private buyer to take it off his hands. It was at that point, of course, that the bell at the front door rang and someone walked into the store, startling the unicorn so hard that he dropped the figurine and only managed to catch it a few inches off the ground, almost having lost the one valuable item in the entire collection. He breathed a sigh of relief before placing it back on the workshop table, not noticing how it, and his horn, had begun to glow with the same colour. A colour that wasn’t really his. The newest customer, a mare, was dressed in the traditional festival-goer garb, covered head to toe in paint splotches, and looked to be the happiest she’d ever been in her life. Behind her, just barely visibly on the other side of the door, was a group of ponies in much the same state, leaving Silent slightly confused as to what she might want from someone like him. “Hello, and welcome to Silent’s Superb Spells & Trinkets Galore, how can I help you?” he enthusiastically declared, placing both hands on the counter and suddenly realizing he was feeling a weird pressure inside of his pants, “H-here because of the festival?” “Why yes, thank you for asking!” the mare replied, far too cheerfully for Silent’s liking, “Name’s Tristana Easeley, and I have to say, making the trip from Manehattan for the painter’s festival? Worth!” “Y-yeah, it’s a great show every year!” the unicorn tried to keep his composure, not really succeeding when he began hearing some very faint ripping noises coming from between his legs, “S-so, how c-can I help you today?” The mare eyed him for a couple of moments, being quiet for just long enough that Silent dreaded the possibility that they might hear what was going on behind the counter. Thankfully for the both of them, even if she did, she chose not to do or say anything about it, instead looking around at the displays and shelves. “So, I’m looking for something to help me with my projects. Something that’ll help me control multiple brushes at once, thinking of a kind of amplifier or channelling artifact, would you have anything like that?” “Oh, yes, of course! Right th-” A loud thump interrupted whatever it was Silent was about to say, and the already-luminescent flushed cheeks he was sporting grew redder still when he glanced down and noticed that, despite his best efforts, his prodigious cock had escaped the confines of his pants; not by ripping them apart, not yet at least, but by literally growing longer than his legs, ending up firmly on the ground while the bulge produced by his balls strained the fabric’s ability to contain it. There was no hiding it, especially when it had just hit the back of the counter loud enough for the mare to hear it, and judging from her expression… she knew exactly what he was hiding. And yet, she did nothing about it. “S-so, along this side,” Silent carried on as if nothing of note had just happened, walking sideways in order to keep his shame hidden, “you’ll find a number of powerful amplifiers, made s-s-safe in accordance with re-r-regulation, of course!” - it was growing still, the cloth holding it back becoming more frayed with each second - “Th-though if it were up t-t-to me, I’d pick s-something from cabinet six, yes!” “Well, if it were up to me, I’d rather you show me just why cabinet six was so important,” Tristana giggled, “given that it’s so high up, I doubt I can reach it!” To a certain degree, she had a point; she wasn’t a unicorn or a pegasus, and it’s not like Silent kept any ladders for the customers to use. But given the look on her face, and how much her eyes seemed to look down at the counter, he could only assume she knew, she wanted to see it, and she’d play the part of the ignorant bystander for as long as she physically could. This only made it even more unbearable for the young unicorn, who was already so much of a bashful little thing in the best of circumstances that his natural size brought him more awkward moments than enjoyable ones; suddenly undergoing a growth burst like that, and with someone who wanted to encourage him as well, was something he hoped never to have to go through. “W-While I can understand that, I’ve r-recently… u-uh, broken my ankle, yes!” he quickly thought up an excuse, “S-so I’m unfortunately unable t-to climb up a ladder ​b-but I can get one if you’d like!​” There. He hoped that would be enough. It wasn’t. “Oh, goodness, that’s so terrible!” the painter gasped, approaching the counter at a dangerously quick pace, “Would you like me to take a look? I ​am​ a qualified physician, after all, only really found my calling for paint later in my life~” Her tone was far sultrier than any self-respecting doctor should ever put on, and considering how the earth pony was, by that point, climbing over the counter to get a good look, there was very little Silent could do to stop her. He himself was already halfway to a climax already, and as soon as the last strands of fabric gave in and that monster was released, he tripped over himself and fell down on his ass, with the first thing he saw being his own cock, looming over him. He was already large before, and clearly that fertility idol decided he should be even larger. In the split second before Tristana literally jumped on him, Silent saw how his shaft had somehow engorged to become as tall as he was, while the nuts underneath it had both swelled to become nearly big enough to fill his entire bed. All of his package squished heavily against the counter, whose groaning wood and cracking glass told him that it wouldn’t be sticking around for much longer; indeed, the moment the mare hopped onto his manhood, the entire front desk blew apart into splinters and shards, freeing Silent from so much pressure that he couldn’t help but moan in satisfaction. Of course, now he had his back against the wall while his junk was about halfway to the door, something that not only did he never expect to see, but certainly had never really thought would feel so ​unbelievably good​. It was hard to ignore how hard his brain was screaming at him that he needed even more of it, despite every last bit of common sense he had left (all two or so ounces of it) desperately trying to reign in what was a dangerously mounting lust for further growth that he knew would only lead to ruin. The issue, of course, was that as much as Silent liked to pride himself on being somewhat reasonable, whenever his monster of a cock took the reigns, there was no real way of stopping him; he didn’t turn into a sex-crazed lunatic or anything, but any base desire he might’ve been suppressing up until that point would burst out and take him over. Normally, this meant the shy unicorn embraced just enough of his libido that he became a semi-competent lover, but now that he was infused with the power of the fertility idol, along with carrying a set of balls and a cock that were both rapidly approaching the ceiling and seemed unwilling to stop, the carnal thoughts poking at the back of his head were of a different nature altogether. He had, on occasion, wondered what it would be like to be that massive. Already being ​quite large​ by virtue of lucky genetics, he was no stranger to the occasional glance or the odd dalliance built entirely on how good his one-night-stands thought he’d be in bed; waking up was a pain and a half as well, with his morning wood often being so ludicrously unwieldy that he had to spend a good half an hour just calming down, pouring with sweat and beset by thoughts that were better left away from any permanent record. Wouldn’t be the first time he had to run to the bathroom and let himself empty out into the tub, sometimes not even bothering with heaving his sack onto the damn thing and just dumping it onto the ground; this normally led to a lot of clean-up afterwards, and the main reason why had had decided not to paint his bathroom walls white. So, he thought, it was only natural that the idea of being even larger occasionally glanced his conscious mind, even if it was just him wondering what that hypothetical scenario would be like. He didn’t exactly ​want​ it, nor was he looking forward to it, but he couldn’t honestly say he would deny the chance if given the opportunity to take it. It was a precarious balance that Silent had spent years carefully tending to, unwilling to allow his innermost desires to be freed from their chains. A balance that had just been completely ruined, entirely by happenstance, by a single trinket. It was ironic, in a way; he often joked about how his job would be the end of him, but he never quite thought it would end up becoming true in the most lewd fashion possible. If he’d known that such wonders were waiting for him in those “grab bag” purchases, he probably would’ve made more of them, perhaps even tried his luck with exploring ancient ruins himself! Though, the thought of going through that kind of transformation in the middle of the jungle, away from anyone that could help him, was far more terrifying than being eaten by a jungle cat. All of these ideas and more swam around in his head while his body continued to work its way through his shop, tearing apart the floor and completely destroying what remained of the shelves on either side of the room. When Silent focused again, he couldn’t even see the mare who had leaped onto him; it was hard to see ​anything​, really, when his cock alone was already too big for him to hug properly and his balls had bloated to the point where he had to put his legs over them just so they wouldn’t be broken from the strain. Each heartbeat brought with it a low, rumbling thrum, as the vibrations coursed through his immense package and added a few more inches every time. His whole body felt like it was attached to some kind of enormous biological loudspeaker, what with his ribcage rattling and his head banging every time he had to listen to the reverberations coming from within the colossal cum factories he had attached to him. The trinket store was officially a thing of the past; even if he wanted to rebuild it, he was pretty sure his entire stock had just been completely destroyed, and all of the profits along with it; much as he had his insurance up to date, he had serious doubts over whether or not they’d cover what was effectively something of his own doing, even if he had no way of knowing it was going to happen. Part of him wanted to start thinking about what he was going to do with his life, but it was quickly snuffed out by the overwhelmingly powerful notion that his manhood was poking against the ceiling and the façade of his shop was breaking down under the pressure from his nuts. Somewhere in the middle of all that sloshing and churning, the mare that started it all was enjoying herself quite thoroughly, rubbing against a shaft that was several times larger than her after having thrown away all of her clothing. There wasn’t a lot left to her mind either, mostly just the desire to fuck her own brains out while rubbing herself on Silent’s cock, but at least she had the decency to keep going even long past the point where she ​should​ have achieved climax; whether it be her own stamina, or some kind of secondary effect from the fertility idol, even the unicorn could tell that she was a mare possessed, her frenzied bucking and thrusting far surpassing anything he had ever seen or experienced before. It should’ve been a warning that he was dealing with magic far more powerful than he anticipated, but frankly, all he could really care about was how to magnify the sensations even more. Around the time that the front door began to crack and the plaster around it started to disintegrate, Silent heard the ceiling above him shatter, his rod having grown simply too large to be contained in a single floor. Mercifully, the only thing he’d be ruining would be his own bedroom, which was probably far too small to contain him anymore anyway; with no one else living in that small building, he could grow as much as he wanted to… a realization that came with a size boost of its own, when the last remaining barrier to Silent’s explosive ascension was removed by the pony himself, after coming to the conclusion that, quite frankly, he shouldn’t be holding back anymore. So many years he’d spent feeling ashamed of his girth, trying to hide it away or downplaying its full size, whether it be through baggy pants or concealment spells. At the time, he thought it only natural to do so; it ​was​ embarrassing to him, it ​was​ a chore to keep and maintain, and thus he felt that “out of sight, out of mind” was the best way to deal with it. But now that his true power was being unleashed, for that ​was​ what was happening right there, that thought became more and more irrational the more Silent dwelled on it. Why ​should​ he be hiding, why ​should​ he be keeping it away from everyone, when clearly his destiny was to be the biggest pony in Canterlot in the most literal sense of the word? This self-acceptance did wonders for the physical pain he had been feeling; up until then, the pressure mounting inside of him kept him so tightly stretched that every moment he didn’t want to moan out for more he felt like he needed to scream out for it to stop. But, as it turned out, all he really needed to do was sit down and learn a bit of self-love, because as soon as he embraced the fact that he was supposed to grow that large, the pain magically went away, replaced with a permeating sense of satisfaction that ​would​ have made him relax every muscle in his body, had it not also triggered the second half of his transformation. Silent could’ve been excused for thinking that the trinket would only affect the package between his legs; it was a fertility idol, after all, so why should it do anything to him besides making him more virile? The possibility that it might affect anything else didn’t even cross his mind, not until he looked to the side and noticed his right arm was significantly bulkier than it had been before, something mirrored on his left side; his torso looked hilariously tiny in comparison to those immense piles of sinew attached to him… at least until it, too, began to grow. Had the unicorn retained the slightest bit of sense to him, rather than succumbing to his mounting growthlust entirely, he would’ve realized that a cock the size of a building and a pair of balls to match were completely useless if the pony attached to them couldn’t actually… ​use them. Thus, whatever magic was inside the idol was making sure that not only would he be able to carry such a weight around, but that he could put it to good use as well; not that anyone would be able to take him at the size he was at, but at least he could paint some other part of Canterlot white, rather than just his immediate vicinity. The small crowd that had gathered around his store had already been feasting their eyes on the most delectably obscene sight to have ever blessed the capital of Equestria: a good half of Silent’s cock was already visible after breaking through his roof, while each of his nuts, as big as the building they exploded from, had completely blocked the road, forcing anyone wanting to walk to or from the festival to either wait until it blew over, stand there in admiration or try and find another route around them. No one really picked options one or three, so the unicorn had to contend with a growing number of ponies who were unashamedly rubbing themselves against his heft; a welcome sight and a welcome feeling, now that he had embraced his destiny as the most well-endowed pony around, and it was a wide, inviting smile that his lovers saw once his head destroyed what was left of the upper floors, emerging from the wreckage at about the same time as his arms nearly destroyed the nearby buildings around it when Silent used them as leverage. Finally free from the tight confines of his shop, Silent could stretch out and find some measure of comfort now that he was in the open. Everything looked so different when he looked at it from his new perspective; even the royal palace, off in the distance, looked awfully close and tiny when he scrambled onto his feet, only then realizing that he was just the slightest bit taller than the many buildings around him. His growth seemed to have stabilized, petering off until, with one last spurt, the final feet of cock and remaining tons of nutflesh were added onto his frame, his package rumbling to a halt just before the parapet leading to the valley below. There was a moment of silence, where the only thing anyone could hear was the cacophonous churning of cum roiling away inside of Silent’s balls. No one did anything, happy to stand or sit there listening to that glorious sound… at least until another one joined in: metal groaning. Immediately the crowd realized that the struts keeping that section of Canterlot up on the mountainside were beginning to fail, and without exchanging even a single word they divided up the many tasks necessary to reinforce their small slice of heaven. Silent didn’t even have to do anything; his new fanclub did all the work for him, making sure that he could remain safe and sound, even if he was effectively “doomed” to a life of immobilization, even his immense new body being woefully insufficient when compared to the gargantuan size of his sexual apparatus. *** Two weeks later, and business was booming. Ever since Silent’s small experiment, his body had become Canterlot’s newest and most luxurious tourist hotspot, with ponies from all over Equestria flocking to the capital for a chance at climbing onto just about any part of him. While the unicorn had exercised enough to be able to move around, city authorities respectfully requested that he ​didn’t,​ seeing as they didn’t exactly have the money required to make sure the rest of the city could withstand his titanic weight. Not being one to stand around doing nothing, however, Silent took the opportunity to fix that problem himself, with a grand reopening of his new shop! Now, he knew no one visited him for the trinkets; it was ridiculous to think so, especially when he himself thought of it as a sideshow, at best, compared to the main attraction that was the package between his legs. Ever since that fateful day, he ​still​ hadn’t stopped leaking, the thick torrent of cum spooling onto the lands at the base of the mountains and creating a brand new river, with a lake forming on the lowlands. Rather than emptying out, Silent found himself slowly growing larger, what with his balls in particular having grown several feet since the first day of his new life. Still, he had to make money somehow, and what better way than to sell off his surviving stock as souvenirs? He got into the business very quickly and found out he had a knack for marketing when given the right push, so not only did his visitors get to experience the glory that was his form for a couple of hours, they could then return home with a novelty t-shirt, or even a bottle of his seed if they were feeling particularly adventurous! Neither Celestia nor Luna were quite enthused with the idea of their city turning into the obscene spectacle of debauchery that Silent had turned it into, but until they could find a way to turn him back to normal, they’d just have to deal with it. The unicorn, meanwhile, had gone to great lengths to ensure the fertility idol was well-hidden, having sent it off with a trusted friend to be buried somewhere even he didn’t know about. Hopefully, this would be enough to keep its effects on his body for as long as he could, maybe even permanently; after all, the last thing he wanted to go back to being small!

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Title: Friends, Enemies, and Exes Tags: cheating, cum addiction, dominant male, exgirlfriend, girlfriend, masturbation, mind control, mind reading, submissive female ***Chapter One*** *Charlie --* She only wanted to catch up with some old friends. But still, he needed some convincing. "Are *they* going to be there?" he asked. Penny tried to look relaxed for him, but she wasn't sure that it was working. "I don't know," she said. "I haven't asked them." Charlie put his face in his palms and sighed deeply. "Who goes to a *five year* renunion anyway? Christ." "I just want to catch up with people. You'll be fine, you're on good terms with them anyway," she reasoned. "I guess," he said. Pleasant Valley High School sent the letter for the five year reunion, and Charlie did not want to go. Of course it would be nice to flaunt his small successes since graduation, but seeing all those people again gave him hives. The bullies and the stuck up dickheads were one thing. His ex-girlfriends were another. "Charlie, I'll be there with you the whole time," she said. "I know them as well as you do, and if it gets to be too much we can leave. I promise." "Yeah," he said. "Okay." He knew she was being perfectly reasonable, so he had no right to say no. But she just didn't understand. She was friends with all four of them, though they'd grown distant in the last five years as high school friends often do. Charlie scarcely saw anyone from their Pleasant Valley days, and he wanted to keep it that way. Penny was the only person from high school he didn't mind. In part because she simply had no idea. "Thank you," she said, a sad look in her eyes. She grabbed his hand and rubbed it gently, then kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I have quite the boyfriend, you know." "Yeah, well. He wouldn't be so good to you if you weren't so good to him." Her eyes flicked from sympathetic to suggestive. "Speaking of which," she said. "I'm ordering us some pizza, and we can pick a movie." "Which movie?" "Doesn't matter," Penny said, smiling and inching closer to his mouth. "We won't really be watching it." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Penny* -- When she met him in high school, Charlie was just beginning to turn from awkward to handsome. He'd always been charming, she heard, but his looks started to reflect his charisma quite suddenly. That was sophomore year, when he was dating Lauren. He never talked much about Katie, his first. But Lauren she observed all throughout the year. She was beautiful, of course. But she was also good for him. Their breakup at the end of the school year shocked all their close friends. Penny, however, saw it as an opportunity. She made every excuse to spend time with him that summer, and spent the first four weeks consoling him and trying to make good memories while she waited for the post-breakup grace period to pass. On the day she meant to ask him on a date, Alex beat her to the punch. The *real* story was that they were lifelong friends with no sexual tension who, for no particular reason, had sex one day. Back then, Charlie described it as lightning in a bottle, something sudden and unlikely. Now he looked back with disgust, and lamented dating a girl just because of their strong sexual chemistry. Junior year went slowly, and Alex was to blame. They were ready to break up by the first day of school, but the relationship dragged on for months as she relentlessly clung to him like wreckage in a storm, even when he slept with another girl. Once that was finally over, he quickly settled into a slow, comfortable relationship with Lanie. She was nothing like the others. Cute, but not sexy. Smart, but not very funny. She had a warm innocence to her, and practically no dating experience before him. The relationship lasted all the way through senior year, and simply fizzled out without much fuss. Penny had given up by then, thinking that he would never see her as anything more than a platonic friend. But luck swung her way when out of the blue, just as they started college, he asked her out on a real, romantic date. The rest was a dreamy tale of passion and perfection. Sometimes it bothered her how good they had it. Charlie was handsome, funny, ambitious. He'd signed up for a political science major, intending to go to law school. But when Penny asked what he *really* wanted to do, he started pursuing his passion for history the very next day. He spent hours poring over documents and essays, but still made time to see her as often as he could. He cooked, he cleaned, he swept her off her feet and kissed her so passionately she never stopped blushing. And they never argued. For a while, Penny started to fear that there was some horrible bombshell just waiting to drop. That he was too good to be true, and he had some kind of secret. But he put her at ease when she brought it up one night. "I just had a lot of practice with relationships," he said. "And I learned to listen, analyze, and react. That's all there is to it." That was more than a year ago, and she rarely thought about it since. Still, every now and then, she had the faintest echo in the back of her mind, whispering, *He doesn't love you. It's all a trick to get to someone else. He's not who he says he is. Is his name even Charlie?* By now, it just made her laugh. The truth was that Penny was hopelessly in love with this man. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Charlie --* Their sex life was healthy. Not too fast, and not too slow. The kind of thing you'd see a happy couple do in a movie. Cute and playful, smooth and celebratory. Nothing like his exes. Charlie often wondered how he got so lucky to have a girl like her. Good in bed, smart and reasonable, yes. But also so passionately in love with every piece of him. He found himself too shy since leaving high school. He thought too hard and too long about everything, anxiously psyching himself in and out of every idea he had. Writing a paper was hard enough, convincing himself it was good was another thing. Once, he yearned to Rewire himself. Just the thought of it made him jump out of his skin for a moment. He was alone, luckily, and starting lecturing himself. "Out of the question. It isn't even possible, of course not. You couldn't do it if you tried. And even if it were, you're not doing that anymore. No. No, no, no, no, *no!*" After that, he'd gone straight to Penny and laid his head in her lap. She stroked his hair, and asked what was wrong. He said he didn't want to talk about it. So she hummed him a soothing melody and kissed him softly on the head. When he sat up again, she nuzzled against him and said, "I love you." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Lauren --* She danced, she bought drinks and got free drinks, she flirted and laughed and made playlists. Lauren looked at her mother and saw a dull future of aching bones and early nights, and made every effort to live while she could. Against her sister's advice, it actually helped her to forget about Charlie. Mostly, anyway. When she was alone, especially at night, Lauren's mind would wander or she'd be watching a movie and suddenly he would just pop into her head again. Never softly, always with an ear-shattering bang. Her head would swim, her eyes felt like they were floating around the room, looking at her body as she inevitably took off her clothes and started to fondle herself. Her memories of him were vivid. The expert way that he handled her heavy tits, the taste of him on her lips. Even the simple image of his hard cock sent her into a masturbatory frenzy. She was once so obsessed with pleasuring him, submitting to his every whim, that nothing was off limits. She would degrade herself for him, take off her clothes anywhere at anytime if he wanted. It was fun, it was worth it to get the opportunity to take him into her mouth and feel as he hardened and moaned. "Fuck me," she whispered to the room. "Fuck your slut. *Unh -- fuck! I'm a slut, I'm a slut, I'm a slut!"* When the invitation to the reunion came, Lauren's memories of him came flooding back. Almost instantly, her knees buckled and she fell to her knees, half expecting his cock to enter her mouth a few seconds later. But he wasn't there. Maybe he wouldn't even be at the reunion. But she wanted him, no less than she did back then. "Master... master, please..." Her fingers slid up and down her vagina rapidly while her other hand squeezed one breast hard. Somehow her tits were always more sensitive with him, and thinking about him brought her back to that state of sensitivity, at least somewhat. Just rubbing them lightly made her wet, squeezing them made her gush, playing with her nipples, with enough work, could even make her cum. But slapping them made her feel weak, degraded, worthless. Lauren slapped her tits hard, knocking one into the other and sending a quick shockwave across her chest. The sting made her yelp, and her pussy tingled in response to the pain. But he would only need to hit with one tenth of the strength to get the same response. "God, I miss you, master..." At the very least, he hadn't ruined sex for her. She'd been with a handful of men since their breakup, with varying levels of sexual talent. They were good, or even great, but they never lived up to his standard. It was like alcohol. Some whiskeys were good, some were great. Some were cheap, and some were expensive. They were all good whiskey, Charlie was simply the best. He could fuck harder and faster and gentler and... better. His hands were more deft, his touch more versatile. He commanded respect and obedience, he intoxicated her with his voice and... His cum. Lauren pictured him standing over her, his cock glistening from her pussy and her mouth, cumming on her massive tits and grunting, "Good girl, good little slut." If he were there, it would have glazed her chest and dripped down onto her legs, electrifying her skin and sending her crashing into her own explosive orgasm. Her fingers would do for now, but each time she thought of him, Lauren grew more and more desperate to have him again. It was wrong, she knew. She'd heard he was happy with Penny now. But she would gladly pull that girl's legs apart to lick his cum out of her. "Maybe I could," she sighed to herself as her fingers curled into her and she slapped her tits again. If her experience dating him was anything like Lauren's she would have been addicted to his cum since the first time she tasted it. If Lauren would do anything for Charlie, surely Penny would as well. Then she could finally have him again. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Penny --* She and Lauren were never close, but she was happy to hear from her now and again. When she got the message from her, Penny adjourned to the den while Charlie read through his research. **Lauren:** Hey Penny! Hope everything is well. Just wanted to see if you were coming to the reunion. **Penny:** Oh my gosh! Great to hear from you. Yes, I'm definitely going. I'm trying to talk Charlie into coming too. **Lauren:** That would be great! It's been so long since I saw him. **Penny:** He's actually really nervous about it. He hasn't really seen anyone from Pleasant Valley since we graduated. **Lauren:** I don't think a ton of people will be there, it's only a five year. **Penny:** I probably shouldn't say this, but he's mostly nervous about seeing all his exes. **Lauren:** I get that. We didn't end on the best terms. Not the worst, either. But there's some stuff we never settled. **Penny:** Well I'll be there with or without him. I just hope I can put him at ease. I've tried all my usual stuff, but he's still uptight, you know? **Lauren:** Yeah, he used to get like that when I was dating him too. I usually just... well it was something specific, I probably shouldn't mention. **Penny:** I'll try anything. Really. **Lauren:** Well, just pardon my crude terms. **Penny:** Of course. **Lauren:** Usually I would swallow his cum. **Penny:** You would? And that worked? **Lauren:** It was kind of like a factory reset. He would calm down and rethink the whole thing from a different point of view. It was like his version of a cold shower. Have you never done that with him? Penny thought about that. It sounded strange, weirdly specific. Wouldn't normal sex work in that case? Their sex life hadn't slowed down at all, in fact they'd done it the night before. She loved how he twitched and pulsed when he climaxed inside of her. He always wore a condom, and she felt safe that way. Even though she had her own birth control, it was better to be safe than sorry. **Lauren:** Sorry! Don't mean to get too personal. **Penny:** No, that's all right! You're just trying to help. To be honest, I haven't. I tried offering it early on but he said no. He did that with you? **Lauren:** He loved it. I did too, to be honest. He just made it so much more fun and gratifying. Maybe he thought you wouldn't be into it? **Penny:** Maybe. He was pretty slow to the punch when we first started dating. Sexually, I mean. Not that he wasn't good! **Lauren:** I know what you mean. Well, have you offered since then? Because if it's been a couple years, he would definitely be more comfortable with it now, I think. You must have a great relationship to have been together so long. **Penny:** It really is, and maybe you're right! I could try offering again now. **Lauren:** Well... if you really want to be sure he'll do it, you can try giving him some wake-up head. Hard to say no to a girl who's already blowing you, right? **Penny:** I guess so! Yeah, that could be fun. Haha you must have done that a lot. **Lauren:** Well we never lived together, but sometimes he would fall asleep when we snuck out together and I'd wake him up that way. It was really one of his favorite things. Blowjobs in general, but that one really drove him nuts. **Penny:** Really? He never gave me that impression. **Lauren:** I don't want to sound crazy, but you're really missing out. Seriously, swallow his cum and a whole new door will open up. **Penny:** You're really easy to talk to, you know? This is such a weird conversation but I feel totally comfortable talking to you. You're not a crazy ex at all. **Lauren:** I'm always happy to help! If he ever eases up on seeing me around, you and I should hang out again. It's been way too long. **Penny:** Definitely! She really was easy to talk to. Instead of shrugging and dodging the subject, Lauren wanted to help. Still, Penny wondered why he'd been so quiet about his sexual desires. Charlie knew what he was doing when they made love, and she'd always been grateful. But after his initial rejections of her ideas to spice things up, she forgot to think that there could be something he was embarrassed about. She did not want to be the girl who was just missing that one special finishing touch. She wanted to excite him like no one else could. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Charlie --* In his dreams, everyone called him Master. Every woman he passed in the street stuck out her chest, smiled as bright as she could, and said, "Good morning Master." He didn't even know most of them. But if he wanted the one in the polka dot dress, all he needed to do was lift it and enter her. And if he did, she would bounce on his cock and moan, "Thank you, Master!" But it was more fun to go about his day normally. Then, when an opportunity *really* presented itself, he would strike. If a meatheaded dudebro tried to emasculate him with insults, he would point at the girl on his arm, and point at the ground. Without hesitation, she would fall to her knees and say, "Please may I suck your cock, Master?" If a grad student misplaced a document or brought the wrong coffee to his office, he would spank her and slap her and push his cock into her throat as a friendly reminder not to fuck it up again. And when she was dripping with saliva and cum, melting into a puddle of satisfied slut, she would find enough breath between gasps to say, "Thank you, Master. I won't disappoint you again." But what he really loved was to take over the real women in his life. Lately, his old study partner Hannah had been a recurring dream. She was almost six feet tall, and skinny as a pole. She had smooth straight hair down to her shoulders and a sweet smile. She looked like a European model, but behaved like a real professional. They were good friends in college, and Charlie never made a move on her. With Penny in his life, he really had no desire to. Still, it was fun to fantasize. Seducing a woman like her felt like a true conquest. Putting this tall, powerful woman on her knees, hands folded, made him feel like a giant. She would sit beside him in the library, highlighting certain passages and citing relevant works to great effect, when all of a sudden he would let the connection through. "Well, I think we did great today," he would say. And like a trained servant, Hannah would perk up, smile, and say, "Will that be all today, Master?" Rewiring Hannah didn't take much. With all the other desperate whores in the world that he could have, she was better off as a dignified servant. Where other sluts would claw at an electric fence to have him, Hannah would respectfully and delicately ask how she could serve him. So when he said, "I think we should just relax after a hard day's work," she would say, "I think that's a great idea," and slip off the chair to her knees. He dreamt that she was gentle with his cock, putting more energy into suction than anything else. But when she went down, he felt it. When she went back up, he felt it. And for hours and hours, Hannah would slowly fellate him while he stroked her hair. It was better to just dream these things. Charlie could remember how insatiable he was when he'd done it for real. His girlfriends wanted it as much as he commanded them to, but somehow that just made him want it more. Even when he tried to ease their desire, he would still hunger for their submission. Walking away was difficult, and he'd learned the hard way. He'd discovered what he could do with Katie, and he made more mistakes than most men did in a lifetime. He'd tried not to remember most of it. Thankfully, she was out of Pleasant Valley after freshman year. With Lauren, he knew enough not to become the toxic man he was with Katie. Lauren he'd made a devoted cum slut, yes. But he really, truly loved her. He found a balance with her, where he could take all the pleasure he wanted and still devote enough time to a normal relationship. And it was wonderful. They just clicked. But when he realized how he'd tampered with the rest of her life, Charlie realized that just because she was good for him did not mean he was good for her. Alex was a mistake. He'd never meant to sleep with her, it just happened. She was so good that he'd forgotten to pay attention to his own orgasm, and she swallowed every last drop of his cum. And in that state of mind, he Rewired her to love his cock as much as she loved him. The resulting relationship was a nightmare of jealousy and irrational arguments. He could have changed that, taken away that piece of her and settled with an easygoing version of herself. But he'd learned his lesson with Katie. Lanie was his final experiment. He'd barely Rewired her at all. Just little tweaks here and there to make her a little more open-minded. But that didn't help *him*. He still steamed with sexual energy, wanting to fuck her pretty face every day and make her beg for more cum. It took all his energy not to Rewire her for that. Instead, he found himself fucking other girls behind her back. That was when he decided never to Rewire again. Penny was his friend through it all, thick and thin, and she never knew the sordid details of his sexual conquests. And as they spent more and more time together, he started to see what a beautiful person she was inside and out. This girl he wanted to cherish for who she was. He just needed to be careful with his cum, and learn to live in control of his dark sexual appetite. Hannah was a wonderful fantasy to help contain that side of him. Other girls came in and out of his dreams. Some of them familiar, some total strangers. Some nights he spent fucking everyone he laid eyes on. Some nights he relived old memories. But with Hannah he had the perfect combination of a satisfactory submission and a sophisticated sexual experience. As he dreamt another dream of this lithe beauty with her lips wrapped tightly around his cock, Charlie sighed. "I think I've finally done it," he said. "What's that, Master?" "I don't know," he laughed. "*It."* "Penny," she smiled. "What a wonderful girl." Hannah turned her head to the door, where Penny stood, naked and alluring. He loved the curves of her body, the plumpness of her hips and her chest. She had a beautiful round face covered in the slightest hint of a blonde's freckles. And the way she looked at him always spoke more of love than lust. That was what warmed his heart the most when they made love. "Mind if I join?" she asked. Charlie smiled and waved her over. He'd never dreamt about her like this before. But then, she did change the dream just by being there. He was not in control of Penny, Penny was here because she truly wanted to be. As Hannah gave over his shaft, Penny's tongue sent fire through his veins. The pleasure intensified to levels he'd never experienced in a dream before. It warm and wet and loving the way she pleasured him. One hand stroked the bottom half of his shaft while her mouth sucked the top half. Her eyes were closed as she experienced her own pleasure from her free hand. Charlie always loved his women to play with themselves while they worked. "Look at her," Hannah cooed. "So talented. So in love. Don't you think she deserves your cum?" "Yes," Charlie admitted. It was just a dream after all. Penny smiled at that, and increased her pace. It didn't take long before he felt the pressure in his groin build up. He closed his eyes as his pleasure amplified. The room grew dark and the air dampened and thickened with the heat of their passion. Penny started to moan as his cock throbbed against her tongue. He opened his eyes and saw his bedroom. There was no more Hannah, no more library. But Penny was still there, sucking him hard and fast as he neared explosion. Charlie realized that he was awake, and that this was real. He tried to pull her off, grabbing her hair and yanking tight, but that just made her scream onto his cock. And then it was too late. The dam broke, and his cum filled her mouth. Her grip tightened and her eyes went wide. As the first couple of spurts hit the back of her throat, she screamed again. As the taste reached her tongue, she shook in ecstasy, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her entire body tensed, or he could have pulled out of her and stopped so much damage from being done. But it was no use. If she didn't spit it out, she'd be getting every last drop. And they never spit it out. It was like his cock knew when it was latching onto a new victim. His cum seemed to expand exponentially as it left him, like he had a limitless supply hidden away in his body. It started to fill Penny's mouth completely, and he was sure it would overflow eventually. But even through a pure dose of his cum for the first time, Penny remained stubborn. Charlie lost hope as he felt her swallow it all in one gigantic gulp. And the rest she took as it came. When his orgasm finally came to an end, Penny pulled her mouth off of him and rolled off the bed, falling to the floor. Her body was still shaking with an unimaginable orgasm, her eyelids twitching but mostly closed. Sweat beaded all over her body and the furniture started to shake from the vibrations of her body on the floor. Charlie stood up and picked her up, setting her gently on the bed as she finally started to come down from her climax. He didn't see so much as a drop of his cum on her lip. "No..." he muttered, grabbing his hair and pacing the room. "No, no, no, this wasn't supposed to happen." *Where...* Penny thought. "Fuck!" Charlie screamed. "Oh shit, no, no... I can already hear her..." She was waking up now. He watched her eyes flutter open and look at him. "Charlie..." she moaned. "Why didn't you tell me how much you love blowjobs? We could have done this a long time ago." All he had to do was nothing. It was easy. He may have to hear her think forever, but he could salvage this if he just changed nothing. "How do you feel, babe?" Penny smiled like she had never smiled before. He'd seen that look on many other women's faces. She sat up, her face flushed a deep red, her eyes dreamy with desire. It was the look of a dedicated whore. "I feel like... I should swallow your cum more often," she said. *God,* she thought, *I hope he fucks me silly today.* No, it wasn't enough. She was changed already. "Why did you do it?" he asked. "I just... wanted to," she sighed, staring at his cock lovingly. He felt it stirring again. He felt himself grow. He felt hungry, like he hadn't felt in years. Suddenly he remembered why it was so hard to walk away from in the first place. It felt so damn good to be in charge. "You don't know what you've done," Charlie said, stumbling backwards until his back hit the wall. "You have no idea what you've just done." *To be continued...*

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Title: Prisoner of War[6]: Worn Down and Defenceless by solar Tags: Anal, Bondage, Captivity, Gangbang, Handjob, M/M, Oral "So, all ready for your next truck load?" Preston chuckled as he undid my handcuffs. I sighed at the thought. My body was definitely not ready to unload another truck, especially not if I was going to be rushed. He had to know that I wasn't ready to do anything physically strenuous. "Come on, the people need their food and what not," Fred told me as he took me by the arm. I shook my head slowly, "I don't think I really have the strength for this right now. I've been locked away for ages, I'm out of shape and really sore." The thought of dragging more stuff around the back of that store made me feel even worse. It really didn't seem bad enough to draw further objections though. What he wanted, I'd deliver or so I figured. Preston reached out and pulled the flogger from Fred's side. "Tell you what," he said, "One less thing to worry about. I'll also tell you something that'll make you feel better about this when you're done." There was little I could do as Preston motioned for Fred to take me off. I was too weak to really fight back but somehow I wasn't too weak to move heavy objects. It was nice that the truck was level with the loading dock, it seemed to take forever for me to get the first palette of junk off the truck and onto the walk in fridge. Meanwhile, Fred tried to rush me along. It felt like a reasonable approximation of the real slave experience. Work till exhaustion for little reward. The threat of pain was gone for now, but this was happening everyday. I guess in some twisted way less pain was a bit of a reward. As much as he didn't have the flogger anymore, I knew he could hurt me plenty with his bare hands. I could probably have hurt him plenty back, if I was in good condition. We spent a long time learning just how to hurt people during army training. There was discipline that went along with that as well, but unlike the martial arts sort of discipline, this was the type of that required a command structure. The commanding officer gave the orders, if he fell, the ranking officer would take over. If you were the last man standing, you pretty much couldn't finish the mission. Discipline didn't really help. I was well on my way with the second palette when he decided to give me a break and pulled the rest of the stuff into the loading area. It was more for getting the truck on the road again so that other people could load it up with different stuff, but I was grateful for every agonising step that simple move saved me. There didn't really seem to be much of a point to what I was doing. Everyone was working around me and I was just a side-show. They probably shuffled a couple trucks worth of stuff around me while I worked. My help was probably slowing things down more than it was helping. Eventually Fred started pushing me through doorways and along some of the narrower isles so that I wasn't always blocking the way. It was very demoralising every time someone had to pull over and wait for me to pass. I felt so bad for holding things up. Of course, at the end of this was supposed to be something that would make me feel better. However, I just didn't like asking everyone to put in an hour of over-time so whatever it was he wanted to say had better be worth their time as well. It was hard to imagine anything that would make it worth their time as well. The very first few truck I loaded didn't take nearly this long. That happened late at night when I was tired, but my body wasn't worn down. I tried to figure out how much slower I was going. Previously, I was the only one working in here. There was no reference of time outside my own mind. Fred was helping me this time, but I still didn't feel like I was getting anywhere. Before this, I never really appreciated how much one of those tractor-trailers could hold. Even earlier, sure I knew how big the crates were, but the size didn't mean much to me. It was hard to relate to military hardware. Now that it was food, I had a better feel for things. Of course, I didn't really know when I had last seen anywhere nearly this much food. This was going to be able to feed an army, which incidentally was what we were trying to do. It also meant that I was going to be at this for quite a while. Last night was exhausting for me, today was even worse. By the time I was done, it was nightfall and I wasn't sure what was holding me up throughout the task. I collapsed in silence next to the last palette. Everyone else had left. Fred ventured off to retrieve Preston and the others had left sometime ago. For the time being I was alone and for once it actually felt good. Granted, I couldn't go anywhere and I couldn't really think of anything else besides flopping over. I was done and I was happy about that, and Preston had promised something that would make it all worth while. It wasn't long now before I found out just what that was. There was the familiar sound of crutches approaching and I didn't really care to turn my head. I knew who it was and slid over a bit, only to spread myself across the floor. Hopefully, he wasn't expecting me to stand up and salute. I don't think I ever saluted anyone after I was captured. Hand-cuffs always got in the way. Preston poked at my cheek with his crutches and tilted my muzzle towards him, "Well my slave boy, you look like you've done a good job." "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I said, still huffing and puffing. He tilted his head and leaned down closer to me, "Is that any way to talk to your master?" I closed my eyes and muttered, "No master." "How about we take a little break and make sure that rules are still clear," Preston suggested, "What do you say?" "Yes, master," I muttered as I relaxed there. A break sounded really good. "Let's start with something simple, what do you say if stop?" Preston asked. I groan and tried to think. It was bad that I had forgotten already. This was a very important word, but what was it. Something simple for sure. "Orange," I said, kind of half asking for clarification. No wait, that wasn't it, it wasn't a colour, it was a name. "Umm... I got it. Give me a minute," I stalled, "Arcadia." "You're going to need to be a little quicker on that in the future. You might need it in an emergency and it might be a very distracting situation," He told me. I felt something brushing across my chest as he continued, "I probably could have given you a good twenty to thirty lashes while you were thinking. Perhaps that would be a good way to hammer down the message." I gulped at the thought of that. I just unsuspectingly earned myself another punishment. My safe word was something that I needed to know though. I agreed with the general premise. "Well, I'm not going to refuse my master on that one," I reluctantly told him. "Keep in mind, that was supposed to be an easy question," Preston said, "This one is a bit of a harder question. If I were to ask you to pick me up and carry me while you were in your present condition, what do you do?" The first thing that came to my mind was collapse, so I blurted it out with a chuckle, "Collapse." The thought of trying to stand up was a scary one right now. Supporting someone else's weight really didn't seem possible. "Are you mocking my questions?" Preston asked. "Sorry, master," I said. I was starting get the hang of this, or so I thought. "So, once again, same question, more serious answer this time," Preston insisted. "I would collapse, master," I told him. That was the only thing that was going to happen if I tried to lift him. "Are you telling me that you would place me in an unsafe situation and let me get hurt?" He asked. That one required a bit of thought, was that really the answer I wanted to give? Well, if I were to try to pick him up that's what would happen right now. Would I do that though? I could see his point; I could hurt him if I tried to pick him up right now. Especially with his hurt leg. He might have a bit of trouble recovering his balance if I were to upset it. I'd probably be hurt pretty badly too. I didn't know what I would do. The question had to be taken seriously though. Could I just admit that I wasn't sure? "Did I ever mention that it was rude to keep your master waiting? I'm going to walk you through this, but in exchange, you're getting ten more lashes and we'll over look the fact that you could use a minor correction for your attitude. Does that sound fair?" Preston proposed. I was actually afraid to decline when he mentioned that I could use a minor correction. What was wrong with my attitude though? There was something about the way it was phrased that suggested that I would probably be punished worse for declining. "Yes, master," I conceded. "When I asked the question, was your first instinct to try to pick me up?" Preston asked, being a little more specific this time. That was a little easier. "Yes, master," I admitted. It felt like the wrong thing to say, but it was the truth. "When you first answered did you even consider not trying to pick me up?" he asked. That was also another easy one. "No, master," I honestly declared. "I like your responses so far," Preston told me with a poke. I couldn't tell if it was his crutches or his boots, "So for minus five lashes, tell me did you ever think of warning me that I might get hurt if you went through with that?" That had me torn. My throat tensed as I tried to decide what to say. I wanted to say yes but I honestly didn't think of that. My mouth opened and I was undecided what to say. It was going to be one or the other, "Yes master." There was a poking on my chest as Preston told me, "That's a bad answer. These are simple questions; you shouldn't have to think about it. Why did it take you so long to answer?" Trouble was coming. I could feel it. Part of me wondered if I was going to be scared of his talks later one. This one had me facing forty lashes already and we were still talking. "I'm not sure, master," I told him. "Were you thinking of lying to me?" Preston asked. That question made me feel bad. I got caught and it didn't make my life any easier. It was time to tell the truth though. "Yes, master," I grumbled. "And did you lie to me?" he asked. It seemed like the natural thing to follow up with, but I didn't want to hear it. I was starting to get sick of this game, but luckily, I didn't have the energy to cry. "Yes, master," I admitted. "The thought should never cross your mind, but at least you're honest enough to admit it. Granted, I had to force it out of you," Preston told me, "It's a tough habit to break though, specially when you know you're going to get in trouble for doing that." He put his heel up to my head and pushed my muzzle back and forth. "What do you suppose should be done about this?" he asked me. I definitely didn't want to request another punishment, but there was little else that I could think of doing though. My mind weighted the options for a wile. Hopefully, I could avoid more pain. What else could be done? This wasn't really about the best way for me to stop, but rather, I felt that he was just out to get me. "I don't know," I blurted out when I started worrying about how long I was keeping him waiting. "I suppose I could walk you through this one too for the same price as before, ten lashes," Preston told me. I groaned at the thought, I was already getting more punishments. As much as things were starting to pile up, it still felt like a fair price. Part of me wished that I had just requested ten lashes earlier. He gave my chest a poke with his crutches. "There are two things that I'd like to deal with. The first one is that you would lie to me. The second one is that you're reluctant to admit that you lie to me. You shouldn't be afraid of admitting your mistakes, but at the same time they cannot be allowed to continue. Do you understand me so far?" He told me. I nodded silently. Maybe hurting myself wasn't going to be the best thing to do after all. Hearing that gave me a bit of hope. "I could let you off with a warning this time, but then I'm assuming that you've learnt something from the scare and hopefully next time won't be for a while," he told me. That sounded like a good idea, but I had the feeling that it was best not to take chances around him. He gave out another alternative, "I could simply add more lashes to your punishment and hope that you won't be too scared to admit these things in the future." That was the one that I was trying to avoid at the moment. It sounded like it was going to be a long enough session as it was. "Or you could have your choice of another swift pain, some continuous discomfort, more labour, some impairment or a wildcard from one of them." Whimpering, I considered my choices. I was hurting badly enough as it was. Didn't need more pain and labour was out since I was in no condition to work. Getting off easy was still an option, but I wasn't really too keen on it. I wish I knew what was meant by impairment and what sort of things were continuous discomfort. Swift pain probably meant I was going to be hit with something. Labour was pretty obvious. I thought about discomfort for a while and decided that I was in no mood for anything that might involve struggling. "Impairment?" I mumbled in confusion, hoping that he would provide some clarification. "A wise choice," Preston told me, "You'll find out what's in store for you later. Would you like a simple question next or a hard one?" "Simple question," I said without even thinking. There was enough thinking done already. "Well then, I suppose I'll ask you one with no wrong answer and no new thought. You just have to remember something," Preston informed me. Seeing as to how my first memory question didn't go too well, it didn't really make me feel all that comfortable though. Those were also the open-ended questions, which were somewhat harder. "Yesterday, we were doing something and I told you that if you were sore after, you shouldn't bother trying to speak. What was your interpretation of that order?" he asked me. There was no sense in making stuff up for this one. I had already been chatting away for the better part of the day now. "You were about to fuck me," I said to help put things in context, "You didn't think I was really ready to be fucked." I paused to take a deep breath. It was hard to answer questions when I knew that I could be hurt for my answers. During our previous sessions, I didn't feel anywhere near this threatened. "So I took it to mean that if my ass was still sore tomorrow, I couldn't really tell you if I was really ready or not and so shouldn't have been speaking today," I muttered. "As you are speaking today, does that mean you can stand to be fucked again today?" he asked. "Yes, master," I groaned. The memory of last time was fresh in my mind. Kind of hurt a bit, but I was sure it was nothing. My legs certainly weren't going to hold if I was expected to go riding again though. "A question that involves new thought for you," Preston announced, "The crate, have you reached a decision about the crate and whether or not you feel like being packaged and shipped away?" When I was asked the first time, I was already leaning towards an answer. If he had asked again at the end of the meal, I would have accepted. Now, well, I wasn't going to get the chance to do this again. "Yes, master," I said, loud and clear. "Well I suppose that concludes the questions I have for now," Preston told me. I opened my eyes again when I heard his crutches fall to the ground. As much as he scared me back then, I still worried about him. Somebody had really turned up the lights since I collapsed and I found it hard to keep my eyes open or see anything clearly. My ears told me that there was some kind of gathering around me. Preston sat down at my head and it became a little easier to see, but he occupied my entire field of view. Gently, he tilted my head up and brushed my eyes closed. Something was being wrapped around my head to serve as a blindfold. I suppose that was going to be my punishment for lying, I wasn't going to be able to see for a while. "Well, maybe just one more question," he told me, "How do you think you did at your last task?" "Rather poorly, master," I admitted, thinking of how long it took me and how I was always in everyone else's way. We were finally at the part that I was waiting for. Somehow he could make me feel better about the whole thing. Preston's hands rubbed my throat gently as he began, "You know, I could really care less that managed to move all that stuff around. Not that I don't think you did a good job on that." He unbuttoned the top button of my prisoner fatigues and reached inside, rubbing his hands through the band of thick fur around my shoulders. "You did a really good job, I just never told you the goal," he continued, "You're probably not used to assignments like that." Another few buttons slowly gave way as he talked. It was relaxing to have some close contact with him. He told me that he didn't want to e a monster that I was scared of and he really needed to spend some more time with me if things weren't going to head that way. Leaning over my body, Preston unbuttoned my pants with little objection on my part. He let the tip of his long muzzle touch me as he sat back down. "I told you to unload that truck because I wanted to have you weak and defenceless," he told me. I could feel his nice, warm breath up against my ears as he whispered, "And you did a very good job of that." That still didn't make me feel good though. Sure I did a good job, but I still wasted a lot of time and caused more work for everyone around me. It still didn't make me feel very good, but Preston started speaking again, there was more. "Can you guess why I wanted you weak and helpless?" he asked. "Not really," I groaned. I could still hear people gathered around me and glanced back and forth under my blindfold. There was an annoying crack of light, but not really enough to make out much detail. "Well, I read through that list I had you make at the start of all this and well, you don't really get that many chances to have a nice gang rape," he told me as he set my head back on the hard cement floor. As soon as he finished, I could feel about a dozen hands reach out and grab me at once. My arms and legs were being spread and I instinctively tried to break free. It was no use though. I certainly did do a good job of making myself helpless earlier. "Hey," I shouted as they lifted me up. There was a rumbling in the background as something was slid under me. They put me back down on a stack of palettes. My legs and tail dangled off of one end and my head tilted back off the other end. A pair of hands rubbed up my inner thighs and then my balls were grabbed. I tried to move my hands over only to have them grabbed as well. They were pulled aside and I could feel warm hard cock in both my hands. Several small objects landed on my chest. I could only guess that they must have been condoms. A few quick deep breaths later, the surprise was over and I wondered what I was struggling against. This was something I actually wanted to try. I let out a deep moan as someone picked up my head. My muzzle was forced open a crack and a pair of fingers slipped inside. At least my tongue wasn't tired. Nobody had tried to tire it out yet. The others were grabbing the little packages off my chest. I felt a cool rush of fluid entering into my rump. Whoever it was pushed a finger into me and spread it around. It burned just a little, and I became aware of the minor crack that I had been ignoring. There was something that I definitely wasn't going to be aware of. Hopefully it wasn't going to ruin all the fun. I suppose I did say that I was ready for this. My legs spread helplessly and I swallowed hard in anticipation. Whoever was at my mouth tilted my head back and gradually slid his fingers out. I was expecting something much more fun, and then I got some strange plastic taste. It was nice that he was looking out for me, but Fred didn't use condoms when he was with me. My lips closed tight around the cock and I licked the tip, flicking the end of the condom back and forth inside my mouth. There was quite a bit of space on the end. Somebody was brushing my exposed belly. My hands were being guided along; one of them to a set of testicles and the other hand was on the tip of a penis. It was nice and smooth. There were no condoms on either of those yet. I didn't really care what they did with my hands. They were too tired and sore to work. My legs were up on someone's shoulders and I braced myself for it. He was pressing hard against me and I was trying hard to relax. I sucked hard on the penis that was in my mouth. My lungs were empty and I cringed, as my anus was stretched open without preparation. Last time, I was given a little while to help relax myself before it started. I didn't really make good use of it though. It made me sore even more so than the little tear that I had. This was only going to get worse through the night. It took a bit of effort to keep from biting. That was the last thing anyone needed right now. I took quick short breaths as I was fucked, trying hard to get used to the intruder. Part of it felt good, but my sphincter was begging for mercy. My own cock was standing erect and dripping all over my fur begging for attention. I so desperately wanted to rub it, but others had taken hold of my hands. There was little I could do with those besides keep other penises hard. I clamped down on the penis in my rump and rocked my body in want. I wanted pleasure. I wanted release. I wanted so many things. He was going slowly and I wanted him to speed up. My mouth was too full to say anything. I could barely move my neck so I was relying on others to help me out. There was a good grip on my head and someone was ramming his member deeper and deeper into my muzzle. His balls occasionally tapped my nose when he thrust in. The back of my mouth tensed trying to protect my gag reflex. If I was going to deep throat this wasn't how I wanted to learn. The thrusting slowed down and I relaxed a bit. It must have been a pretty good display. He was still trying to push his cock deeper with every stroke. Probably feeling out my limits. For a while, I thought about trying to flick his penis to the side so that it wouldn't go down the back of my throat. It felt rude. Then again, this was supposed to be a gang rape. It was supposed to be rude, or at least they were allowed to be rude to me. My chest jolted upwards when he made a sudden unexpected deep push. It didn't gain me much space to work with. With my head firmly in his clutches, he tried to coax me back down and slide his cock into my throat. I gagged and flailed limply as I learnt that he could still push a little deeper. It was already too far deep to push off to the side and bumped into my throat. That was the most unnatural thing that I had felt in a long time. My throat closed around the tip of his penis and I found myself inexplicably trying to swallow it down. He pulled back a moment afterwards. It was done, I could deep throat. It just hurt like a bitch and I didn't want to do it ever again. Didn't matter how much master might want it, it was dead set on not doing that ever again. I couldn't stay focused on my mouth though. There was so much happening to me, all around me. My cock so badly ached for stimulation now that the person behind me was finally going faster. It was what I wanted a moment ago and it really had me feeling hot. I found myself tensing and moving along with his body. It hurt so badly and felt so good at the sametime. My head was freed for a while and I let my tongue dangle in the air. Someone with smaller hands and larger claws took my head and I blinked under my blindfold. How many people were here? I still had one cock in me and was holding two more. My nose sniffed the air in confusion. There was someone there, toying with me. "Cock?" I begged. I found myself rubbing the two penises in my hands more vigorously as I waited. Something cold and moist touched my nose and my tongue reached out to lick it. "Ew, it's lubed," I complained. It was shoved into my mouth as I had it open complaining. I whimpered, still trying to talk as it shut me up. That was a rather rude surprise. I wasn't going to object though. It was still cock, it was still in my mouth, and I was still going to suck it off. Unless he chose to pull out before I could finish that is. The condoms were hastily cleared from my chest and my wrists were free again for a little while. I could hear the stack of palettes groaning as someone climbed up. There was a small splash of warm liquid on my chest and then he quickly stepped down. I figured it was probably whoever I was just blowing having a bit of fun. The guy who was fucking me was thrusting deep and keeping quite a bit of his cock inside me. It tickled my insides nicely now that the pain had dulled a bit. His grip on my ankles tightened and he made a few quick final strokes. That was two down, how many did I have left. My eyes darted back and forth out of habit. All I could see was darkness with a bit of light towards the bottom. One of them stepped away from my hands and I reached out to my own penis. It felt good to get a few decent strokes in, but man did my arm burn when I moved it. My hand was fiercely snatched away and restrained. Apparently, I wasn't to pleasure myself during this trial. It wasn't long before the penis was pulled out of my rump. Before my legs could fall again, someone else had taken his place. This time, he had better be the one to fuck me off. Sex was about the only thing on my mind as I sucked on the guy with the lubed condom. If I weren't so tired and in such and awkward position, I could do a better job and put a bit more energy into it. The taste wasn't as bad now that I had become used to it. He also wasn't nearly as aggressive. I could lick away as I pleased. My strained little pucker was being stretched open again. It seemed to hurt the worst when it was being pulled apart. The pain didn't matter. I wanted the pleasure. This one had me squirming with delight. It didn't have that intimidating feel that the last one had but still rubbed where I needed it. Maybe it was smaller or maybe it was just that I was warmed up. It didn't matter. The last cock left my hands rather abruptly. The palettes rattled again as he climbed up. He slid a condom over my hard penis. Cold lube followed causing me to squirm a bit in response. My hips rocked with anticipation. He pulled my hands back up onto his cock and balls. I played gently with his balls as he slowly slid down over my cock. It was hard to resist the urge to start thrusting. I didn't want to hurt him, but I felt so much need and desire building up. It was hard to argue with. I tried to remind myself that this wasn't about my pleasure. Part of me felt pressured now because I wasn't sure if he intended to continue riding after I got off. I mumbled incoherently with the cock in my mouth. It didn't really feel like I was really doing a good job. Couldn't get my head moving while I was too tired to move and pinned down like this. Maybe he would circle around and use my rump once that freed up though. The taste had really died down. It was hard to keep myself controlled now that there was someone on my cock. I tensed around the cock that was in my rump. That was probably something that I would regret latter on when the pleasure was gone and all I had left was the pain. A bit of good fucking was all I needed to cum. It was so close. I held my breath as the warm tightness ran its way to the top of my knot. It was starting and I could feel it. I wanted this moment to last. The pleasure was overwhelming and I could feel myself trembling as fluid worked it's way through my penis, finally emerging out into the condom. My head tilted back my arms collapsed to my side. When this started, I didn't think I could really feel more dead. Now I was in a blissful state of dead. I was still getting fucked, but that was the only thing that was still going. Movement was simply not going to happen for a while. I was just too weak and feeble. "I think you broke him," someone said. There was a very uncomfortable rubbing against my cock but I couldn't do anything about it. Hopefully whoever was there still found it nice. I heard a loud slap followed by a dull pain on my rump. Part of me knew I should finish but I had no energy left to go on. I didn't care how any of them wanted to use my body as long as I didn't have to do anything. One of them had my hand and swung it around to slap me in the face with it. The only response I gave was a distorted groan. Then I breathed a little easier as the cock pulled out of my muzzle and my tongue dangled free. It wasn't fair. With all I had been through and all the work I did, they still wanted me play. "Oh great, now I'm having trouble getting off," someone said. I had a hard time figuring out where that voice was coming from. There was more riding on my cock shortly afterwards. The warmth was really tightening around my shaft. It probably would have felt good a minute ago. I wanted to help, I really did. My body just didn't want to move. I found that I was slapping myself again. "Well, he's still not fighting back. We can have some fun with him," a voice said. Whatever they wanted to try, it was easier not to move. Though I felt obligated to push on and finish pleasuring everyone. "I'm still going to take advantage of him," someone else said. I could feel a poking at my anus. The thing really burned. It was already hurt from before and today just made it a lot worse. "I'm sure he'd want me to," the voice added. "And how can you tell?" someone else said. "Well, he's not making any objections," the voice pointed out. I found myself tensing again. It sent a pretty sharp pain through my body. It just wouldn't be fair not to finish playing with everyone. My shoulders rocked back and forth and I tried to show a bit of life. "Please," I muttered weakly. My throat was so incredibly sore. "It's alive," someone declared in joy, "It's alive!" Someone a little more caring held my head and asked "Please what? Stop or go on?" I wasn't sure which of he two I really wanted. I just knew that I couldn't do one and it didn't really feel right going with the other. "Use me if you want, but I'm drained," I said hoarsely. Whoever was fucking me was starting to get my cock to stiffen back to life. It felt a little embarrassing. "Stop or continue?" Preston voice boomed, "This is important. Nobody's here to really rape you. We want you to have fun too." "Not saying no," I wheezed. Hoping that was enough to get things going again. It felt like my nice little bubble of subspace was threatened and I didn't want to leave. "Well, you heard him. Keep going, he's enjoying it," Preston interpreted for me. There was a light patting on my muzzle as he added, "As for you, I'm getting you a drink. You sound awful." There I was, helplessly getting raped again. Whoever was doing it was managing to bring my cock back to its full stiffness. It was still a little sensitive, but it was starting to feel good again. I was still feeling dead tired. If it were possible to fall asleep during this, I probably would have. I let out a high-pitched whine and let my head dangle over the edge. There were only two left. I had nothing to suck on. My mouth was open and my tongue dangled freely. A strange new pain was running down my legs from being held up all this time. It was tolerable compared to all the other pain that I was forced to put up with. That combined with all the pleasure that was thrust upon my drove me back into my state of earlier bliss. For a while I didn't care to hear another interruption. Preston pat my cheeks and placed something cold on my chest. I tried not to think about it as he tilted my head up and thrust a straw into my lips. Reluctantly, I closed my muzzle and sucked it back. It felt so good to have a nice drink. I could feel the cool liquid trickling down my chest. It was such a strange feeling. My body was feeling a little looser and easier to move. That was so incredibly refreshing, I found it hard to believe that I could loose track of things so easily. My head fell back again and nothing else mattered. It really burned every time I tried to move, but I could do a few limited movements again. Feeling around blindly, I eventually managed to work my hands back onto the member of whoever was riding my cock. His hands were there now and there was little I could do. He could probably do a better job than I could at the moment anyway. Eventually, my hands settled on his thighs and I rubbed them up and down with each bounce. It didn't seem to take long till I felt another joyful splatter on my chest. The person riding me slowed to a stop but didn't get up. I still enjoyed the nice warm squeeze around it. My body rocked slowly and I wondered if I could manage to cum again. I found myself rhythmically squeezing the cock that was fucking me with every thrust. It made me want certain things, but I didn't think I was going to get them. Once was probably enough, though two was going to be really nice. I cold feel his knot pressing up against me and thrusting against me harder and harder. Against my better judgement, I tried to relax myself as much as I could every time he thrust in. Each time, I took in just a bit more of it. I wondered how much more of the bulge there was. The thing burned every time I tried to make its way in. To my disappointment, the next thrust wasn't nearly as hard or as deep. He had given up on trying to tie. My hips rocked in disappointment, but there was nothing I could do about it. He was the one thrusting and I was the one pinned down here. It took a while to accept that I wasn't going to be tied tonight. Then he made another hard thrust and I yelled out in pain. I must have taken a pretty good portion of it that time, but it still wasn't in. Such a cruel tease. Part of me was disappointed that it stopped shortly afterwards. Another part of me felt rather relieved that he didn't try again after how much the last one hurt. My legs fell down again and dangled off the side. Someone gave them a tug and my head was on the platform again. It felt a little more comfortable, though I felt really stretched out. The usual cuffs were snapped around my ankles again, as I lay there dead tired and ready to sleep now that the excitement had stopped. Hopefully there wasn't going to be anything else to bother me tonight. My arms were pulled together and dragged towards my feet. Handcuffs were put on me with the chain running between my legs. It felt awkward but I wasn't going to complain. Master was going to get what he wanted without objection.

FSE

Title: Man Vs. Planet Chapter 2 by FeuerfoxKA8 Tags: Dinosaur, Fanfiction, Fantasy, Human, Other, Reptile, Sci-Fi, Starfox, Story Progression, Story Series Chapter 2: Explorer. What should have taken me about an hour to put together took three... I was very wary about more Sharpclaw coming along and busting down my door. But at the end of it all, I was loaded for bear and ready to figure out why the Hell I was in Thorntail Hollow. By my cell phone, I was late for work by about half an hour. I would have called in sick if I could, but what would I have said? 'Sorry, boss, I'm stuck in an alternate reality fighting lizardmen and dinosaurs from outer space? I'll be in bright and early tomorrow.'? The thought made me chuckle... like I had reason to laugh. Still, I was about as ready as I would ever be.... even though I looked like a damn moron. I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time... I was about to head out into this great wide open... although it didn't matter what the hell I looked like. I scrounged up an old set of British fatigues I had bought years ago... whenever I had thought about getting back into Airsofting a few years ago. Surprisingly, they fit. Personally, I felt like one of those bums wandering around in old, worn camo, but they were durable and that's what mattered. I had also found a set of black mechanics' gloves... great to grip things with if I had sweaty hands. To add to the urban camper persona, my backpack was bulging to the seams. I had it packed full of ammunition, food, and a few items that I would possibly need when wandering around. It was heavy as hell, but that weight held my survival... in the form of canned goods, ammunition, and a couple of water bottles. All of my perishable stuff was toast, or going close to it... so I was going to be stuck with canned ravioli, ramen noodles, and tuna fish for as long as I had them. I was still well armed, however. I raided my gun safe for pretty much anything I could carry. The most powerful firearm I had was my Enfield... the old No. 1 Mk 3\*. The rifle was manufactured during World War I, and by the looks of all the gouges and scratches in the stock was possibly used then. Firing full-power .303 British rifle rounds, it could reach out about as far as I could see. I had about a hundred and fifty rounds for it... not a whole lot but enough to get me by for a while. A holster sitting in a crossdraw position on my left hip held my revolver, a Taurus M627. Chambered in .357 Magnum, I wasn't going to leave it behind. I had around fifty rounds for it, and a bag of questionable .38 Special handloads that I wasn't too keen on firing. My M1911A1 sat in a drop-down tactical holster on my right thigh. It was an Auto-Ordnance model... not the best quality piece in the world but not the worst. The sights were screwed up a little bit, but it still shot just fine. It fired powerful .45ACP rounds... and I had nearly two hundred of them stashed in my backpack as well as in a few of my pockets. I had thirty-three at my instant disposal, thanks to the four magazines I had for it. The shotgun was strapped to my backpack with a couple of bungee cords and the backpack's own compression strap. It would take some doing to work loose, but I wasn't about to leave it behind. The fact I didn't have the ability to put a sling on it compounded things, but I had to make do. I also had about two hundred shotgun shells as well... making it my most well-stocked piece other than the .45. Two other pistols resided in my backpack... I was serious about my target shooting. One was the PA-63 I used primarily as a nightstand gun, and the other was a Browning Buck Mark .22LR target pistol. I wasn't sure the .22 would have been enough to fend off anything Sauria would throw my way... but I didn't want anyone else getting their hands on it. One thing I would have commented about was that this entire rig was heavy. I'm in my late-20s, and hadn't been that active ever since I got a car after high school. I'm also slightly overweight, so you could tell my trepidation about carrying a full load-out of gear around just to poke my head out in the open. But... I didn't have a choice. I may have looked like a complete overloaded moron, but I had to do it. I took stock of myself one last time. The fact of the matter was I had a huge set of cards stacked against my favor. I wasn't some sort of born, trained warrior. I was some sort of average guy with a bit of an interest in firearms. I knew how to shoot a gun... at a target range. Before this day I'd never fired off a shot in anger; never went through combat. I admitted I was scared shitless. I wanted my life back... not some sort of strange-ass fantasy videogame where I was going to have to figure out the clues. Hell, I couldn't speak Saurian. It may have been some sort of simple cipher language based off of English, but without a working computer I had no way of knowing how to speak it. I'd have to learn on my way... ...or hope for Fox to show up. That was fuckin' fantastic... I was going to have to rely on a fictional character to survive out here... if he would even show up. This could have very well been before or after the timeline of the actual game... it could have been some sort of alternate universe? If so... I may have been fucked already. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. If I started thinking like that, I would lose focus. I needed to find out what was going on, and how to fix what I found. One thing I had in my favor was that I knew the game. I knew where to go, and generally what to do. I may be able to blunder through... it may have taken Fox just his staff and the support of the Starfox team to get through it... but I had a bunch of guns and my own internal strategy guide. With those thoughts echoing through my head I walked out of the house. I didn't even bother locking the door. I still had plenty of valuable stuff in there, but all the advanced weapons on the planet were in my possession. I stepped past the Sharpclaw bodies to emerge into the daylight, casting an eye over the Hollow. I let my mind go to work. The Sharpclaw were still there and a threat. At the end of the game General Scales had been defeated, meaning the Sharpclaw didn't have the need to guard everything anymore. That logic took me to the assumption that I was either placed before or at the beginning of the game. I didn't see Fox's Arwing out there... or the impressions its landing gear would have made in the soil it would have parked on. That told me that Fox hadn't been here yet. The feeling that I was here at the start of the game was pretty much compelling. Now... how would I go about things? I didn't have a way to translate Saurian, and I wasn't going to simply wait and see how many Sharpclaw would beat me up... something told me they'd have a fun time ransacking my house and putting dents in my car out in front, anyway. The sudden thought of Fox coming across a house and a wheeled vehicle next to his landing spot caused me to laugh a bit... that would be comedy gold. Fox being told he wouldn't be able to take a blaster... while I traipsed about with several guns. It was a good thing I didn't see any Sharpclaw... I didn't want to be caught off guard. Another thought itched at my mind, causing me to walk forward. I was already sweating a bit under the fatigues and makeshift helmet... it was going to be a hard day. Still I kept on, winding up at a small copse of trees and an equally small field of wildflowers, jutting up from the soil like a defiant piece of pure beauty. It was in the middle of this copse that Krystal's staff would be. I wouldn't have much idea how to use it, but Fox learned from scratch... I might have been able to as well. However... nothing that day seemed to turn out to be right. The copse was empty; Krystal's staff wasn't anywhere to be seen. I gave a sigh to the still air... the only real sound I had made in nearly an hour. I looked like a well-armed moron, and right now I had no damn clue what to do. Krystal's staff was an integral piece of the game. I doubted I'd complete a lot of those staff puzzles with a rifle or shotgun. "Fuck..." I muttered. "Not even a few hours into this and I'm stuck." Nobody spoke English around there... except... maybe? A wave of hope passed through my mind, and I cast my glance towards the stream that bisected the Hollow. The waterfall that housed a certain lagoon lay beyond it... and I knew exactly what I needed to do. It wouldn't be easy... but at least I wasn't stuck. My goal was to reach the Warpstone at that lagoon... but the fact of the matter was that it would take some doing. He was behind a stone wall, which meant I had to find some of those bomb spores... and hope a bullet would set them off. Also, he would need that rock candy that the shopkeeper sold in order to even talk to anyone... so I had to collect those damned Scarab bugs and get it. I glanced around until I found the large, onion-like plant nestled by the creek... that was my target. In the game, Fox used Krystal's staff to blow it up, which then expelled seeds. I'd need one of them... and hope like hell it'd grow as quickly as the ones in the game. But... would it attract too much attention? I had noticed several Thorntail dinosaurs staring at me curiously... I had no idea how they would react, but in the game they were pretty cowardly. Perhaps I scared the hell out of them... a bipedal outsider festooned with guns and household equipment. But, I needed to do what I needed to do. I reached down and unholstered my .45, backing up so that there was a distance of about fifty yards between me and the spore... I didn't want to get blown up along with it. It was about the maximum range I felt confident shooting at a person with the M1911... but the spore was also a hell of a lot larger than an average man. I gripped the handgun with both hands and settled the sights on the spore. My thumb flicked the safety off, and I pulled the trigger. The .45 barked harshly into the still air and was followed immediately by a thunderous explosion. The pressure wave pushed at my exposed skin as the spore vaporized... leaving three forearm-length seeds floating back to earth. I ran forward and managed to collect two of them before the third floated out of my grasp... not a bad haul. I gently tucked them into my pocket and prepared myself for the next task... just then noticing the Thorntail giving me a very wide berth. I must have spooked them pretty good, which probably didn't earn me many plus points in their favor. I wasn't going to like that very much eventually, but I had to continue to focus on the task at hand. The shopkeeper's cave was a straight shot across the creek, and if I remembered right there were a couple of areas where I could pick up some of that insectoid currency right inside. At this point I should comment again on how hard it was for me to move fast. I was carrying possibly over a hundred pounds of guns, ammunition, food, and water... and I wasn't used to carrying much over my ten pounds of electronics gear to school and back. Add that to a left knee that had been dislocated a few months ago and neglected afterwards, and you could understand the reasons why I moved pretty slowly. I also didn't want to fall in the water at all... that would spell disaster for my guns and ammunition if I did so... or at least several hours' worth of cleaning and drying them. Rusted guns would cause me to become a dead man pretty quickly out here. I waded through the creek and crossed the hundred yard distance to the mouth of Shabunga's cave easily enough. However, the challenges I had before me were enough to make me cringe. For some stupid reason, the game designers had decided to make getting into the shop a bit of an ordeal. First, you climbed down into a ten foot deep pit, then you climbed back out. Realistically, this would keep out nearly all of the shop's saurian customer base... I didn't know many dinosaurs that could either fit inside a medium-sized cave, or be able to climb up and down the stone walls. However, it appeared that reality closely followed game design on this count. I almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all... here I was, a guy that wasn't even able to do a single pull-up in gym class, and I was faced with all of this while carrying enough guns and ammo to overthrow a banana republic. It dawned on me that I'd need to find a safe place to stash most of my gear... someplace away from a certain shopkeeper that would probably love to scavenge my ammunition and sell it back to me for exorbitant prices. With a sigh I shrugged my backpack off and set it next to the ledge... it'd be safe enough, or so I hoped. I also set my rifle and shotgun down, but opted to keep my utility belt and handguns. I wasn't about to go anywhere around here without my .357 and .45 strapped to my sides. Like Brian Lancing, the character I wrote about putting through the same trials I apparently would have to go through; I have a pretty nasty fear of heights. Even this ten foot drop was a bit too much, and I gingerly climbed down it. My luck finally held out for once, as there were two small wicker baskets sitting down there with me. I recognized them instantly... scarab containers. I would have some money, at the very least. Thankful of the fact I was wearing gloves, I pried the top off of one of them and reached inside. I also hate insects and arachnids... spiders and bugs creep the hell out of me. It took some willpower to force down the wave of revulsion that followed me picking up a squirming, hand-sized insect with mandibles the size of a nasty set of pliers and stuffing it into a cargo pocket. Repeating that act several times also added a slight wave of nausea as well as a constant squirming feeling all over my body. I hoped to God that they wouldn't try to bite me.... That would make my day a lot worse. Miraculously, I climbed up the second ledge without incident and strode the short distance into the shop proper. I was greeted by the interior of the shop I had spent a goodly portion of my virtual time in, complete with a greedy dinosaur merchant riding some sort of hovering contraption. Just like the Sharpclaw I had wasted earlier, Shabunga looked a lot less 'cartoony' in real life... his likeness in the game was pretty much a comical rendition of what he looked like in 'reality.' I wasn't even entirely sure if what I was going through was reality in the first place. Either way, I'd have to deal with him. Least to the best of my knowledge he was one of the few Saurians that actually spoke English... I'd be in pretty damn big trouble if Fate decided to have him speak Japanese, at the very least. "Hey there." I offered, informally. "The strange customer speaks, then." Shabunga offered in his trademark hissing voice. Actually, until I had been corrected by reading through some of the official literature I'd been convinced he was actually female. He definitely sounded like a crabby old lady. "You come to look around, or to actually buy something?" The 'real' Shabunga definitely was as rude as the one in the game. An evil thought crossed my mind, spurred by my virtual efforts to have Fox McCloud smack that reptilian merchant with his staff. Here I was, right in front of one of the most annoying characters in the game... and I had the power to make him eat lead and be on my merry way. It took a fraction of a second for me to decide not to. Yes, he was a greedy bastard and a thief, but simply waltzing into his shop and gunning him down wouldn't make me out to be much of a good guy. I didn't want everyone in Lylat after my ass just in case I wasn't in a dream or locked away in Cedar Springs. That didn't mean I wasn't going to be an asshole about it, though. "Yeah. I'm working my fingers to the bone and busting my ass just to give you a few squirming bugs in exchange for what I need to get off of this hellhole. So... shut your yap and let me find what I need this time." "Fine." Shabunga snorted and to my surprise shut up. He quite literally hovered behind me as I made my way to the item I needed... a plate-sized piece of stone with a resin orb sitting in the center. Apparently it was some sort of candy the Warpstone liked, which would get me in his good graces. Either way, I extracted a few of those bugs from my pockets and shoved them towards Shabunga. "This should cover it." I muttered, snatching the piece of stone before I could get a reply in return. "Hell of a business model you got here." To my surprise Shabunga looked delighted at the scarabs I had given him... I probably overpaid, but I didn't really care. I didn't want snapping insects stuffed down my pants, no matter how much they were worth. "Enjoy it, strange one." "Believe me, I'll try." I really didn't want to stick around too much longer. If my assumptions were right, time was running out on an opportunity to make my job here a hell of a lot easier. Without any preamble I walked back the way I came... taking my sweet time climbing down and then back up with a ten-pound, plate-sized chunk of sweetened granite. The trip up to the lagoon was a lot harsher than it had ever been in the virtual world, mostly because I was once again wearing a combat loadout that outweighed what most Marines carried. I was definitely going to have to find a safe place to stash my excess supplies; there would be no way I could make it that far with all my gear. I slipped the backpack and long guns off as I reached the top of the natural 'ramp' that led to the lagoon. My luck was going to be put to the test once more as I pulled out one of the seeds I had collected earlier. Kneeling down and burying it in the patch of dirt right in front of the wall, I wondered if they would actually grow as fast as they did in the game. I'd find out in a bit. The spore did grow that quickly, much to my surprise. I actually fell backwards on my ass as the big plant erupted from the ground with a sickly stretching sound. It wasn't as quick as the game had made it out to be... but within two minutes I was staring a mature bomb spore in the face. I reached down for the .45 again... but stopped. I wondered if my Buck Mark would have the punch to set it off... it'd cut down on my ammo usage considerably, and I already had plenty of .22 rounds. I walked back to my pack and extracted it... the handgun deceptively light in my hands. I racked the slide, chambering a diminutive cartridge into its chamber... moving back as I did so. I took aim on the spore, flicked the safety off and pulled the trigger. The .22's report was muted, sounding like a firecracker in comparison to the .45's harsh bark. It did have the desired effect, however. The bomb spore erupted in a flash of light and noise, taking the wall beyond with it. As the destroyed masonry crumbled to the ground I couldn't help but grin... I wasn't a pyromaniac but that was pretty damned fun. I paused enough to collect my things and walked into the lagoon proper. The Warpstone was there as I had expected him to be. As I wandered around the lagoon I was just about convinced this would be a pretty safe hideout and base for all my gear. For some reason I had always liked it here. Everything seemed tranquil, serene... safe. Although, with a big stone guardian that could probably bench an Abrams I considered that par for the course. The big guy was snoring, which meant he was definitely sleeping. The fact that he could sleep through an explosion was definitely disconcerting... although from what I remember he'd fell asleep about the time the Holy Roman Empire was around back home. There was a large dais that would rise up to meet him. I set my backpack down and pulled the plate-sized rock candy out of it... the amount of junk I was carrying around was ridiculous, if you asked me. Still, I hefted the rock in my hands and stood on the dais. It was like an elevator of some sort. It almost threw me off my balance and once again on my ass, but I managed to stay upright. The downside was now that I was facing a several hundred ton, fifty foot-tall talking statue that wasn't exactly thrilled to see me. "After a thousan' years, who wants to disturb mah slumber?" One thing that cracked me up in the game was that the Warpstone sounded almost exactly like Fat Bastard in the Austin Powers movies. Actually, I even wrote about my protagonist snickering about it when they first met... but politeness was key here."But, ye seem to be a polite one, lad... even brought me a gift!" He reached down and deftly plucked the plate-sized candy from my hands. That was a little disconcerting, as his thumb and forefinger could have easily crushed me like a bug. Without any pause he tossed it into his cavernous maw as nonchalantly as I would have eaten a piece of popcorn. "Now... that was the way to greet a Warpstone, lad! Now... who be you, and what do ye want?" Great... action time. I definitely hadn't rehearsed this. I guess the best thing for me to do now would be to tell it to him straight. "The name's Adam. I really don't know how I ended up here, but here I am. Honestly... I need some help sorting out what the hell's going on here... especially since I don't speak the local language." However... leaving out the fact that this was a video game seemed pretty prudent. I didn't want anyone to question my sanity. "Aye... I think I can help with that. You're on Sauria, lad. We're in fer some rough times... I may have been asleep but me ears keep me well enough informed. General Scales... a cruel tyrant... e's all but taken Sauria over. 'E stole all the Spellstones from their rightful places. The entire world's in danger of breakin' apart. The Krazoa Spirits have been hidden, but they can't stand up to Scales all by themselves." It was pretty much a retelling of *Adventure's* plot, but I could follow it well enough. "The only tribe to stand up to Scales and 'is Sharpclaw are the Earthwalkers. Their queen is safe and sound right here... but the few that haven't fallen in battle are makin' a last-ditch attempt at bringin' in outside help. They're at the Krazoa Palace as we speak." The gigantic living statue paused for a moment. "Are ye saying you want to help, lad?" I gave a curt nod... knowing how that particular story turned out helped spur me on a little bit. However... there was the matter of a certain Cerinian that was about to come onto the stage in short order. These were the facts: The Earthwalkers' stand at Krazoa Palace would fail. Krystal was also headed there, and Scales would have her imprisoned in that giant crystal until Fox could get her out. I had no idea how long it would take Fox to get here after that... and I really didn't have the time to sit around with my thumb up my ass waiting for him. It sounded like one of those hairbrained schemes, but it was looking like I'd have to do it. Krystal could speak both Saurian and English... and I needed a translator. She could fly a spacecraft... which I would be completely hopeless at. She was also a telepath. It would be awkward as hell, running to the rescue of a fictional character. It was even more awkward since I had written this into one of my stories in the past. However... instead of Brian, \_I\_was the one standing there with the gun in my hands. I wondered what the hell I was thinking. I had no combat training, and I wasn't the risktaking type. But... I was now forced to at least attempt to save a fictional blue vixen from a pretty nasty fate. I was the only one who knew what was going to happen. I was the only one out there that had potential to stop it. I was no hero. In fact, I was scared shitless. I was ill-prepared and ill-equipped... my best weapons were a rifle that was pushing a century old and a shotgun outfitted for duck hunting, not combat. Life had taught me how to be flexible, but this was ridiculous. Warriors were trained to not fear death. I sure as hell feared it... especially on some Godforsaken planet. I wondered about my family and my friends... how much I'd be missed by them. Would I ever see them again? Taking a deep breath I pointed to my backpack. "I need a couple of minutes to prepare, and then I'll be ready. Take me to Krazoa Palace... I'll help as much as I can."

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Title: D and the Behemoth by Von Krieger Tags: Bisexual, Bizarre, Half-Dragon, Hermaphrodite, M/Herm, Oviposition, Transformation, Unbirthing D and the Behemoth by Von Krieger D mmmed softly, blinking his eyes and trying to figure out where exactly he was. Last thing he knew, he'd been walking in the woods on the way to the next town on his little adventuring tour, hoping that they had some monsters that needed slaying and dungeons that needed exploring and looting, evil wizards that needed to have their towers toppled (often with them inside it), and other such things suited to a wandering adventurer, though not often as one as unique as D. Born of a eastern-type water dragon and some kind of furre, D was quite a sight to see. Tall and muscular, but quite lithe, covered in yellow fur with a white underbelly, he tended to draw stares wherever he went. His father, also an adventurer, he had never met. His mother snuggling with him for comfort during some sort of quest. Two legged fuzzy things with tails all tended to look alike to most dragons. So D was used be being called 'cat,' 'kangaroo,' and 'fox.' Though why they didn't just call him 'dragon' and be completely sure about it, D would never know. The half-dragon blinked his eyes a few times, trying to see in the darkness. Rather then an mmm this was now accompanied by a full bodied moan. Something felt quite good. His eyes finally switching over from light to dark vision, he saw a rather large, rather furry, rather horned creature with his cock in it's mouth. The beast purred happily, its tongue working playfully over D's maleness. He had to admit the creature was quite good at this, though why it was doing it was a complete mystery. Being a dragon, however, he wasn't one to turn down the opportunity for pleasures of this type, and lay back to allow the creature to work, looking over his lover. A Behemoth of some sort, a small adult by the looks of it. The bullish horns, the powerful body that combined draconic and feline features. A female by the looks of her, as she lacked a mane and looked a bit round in the middle. Probably pregnant. One didn't see the females very often, as it was only the males that were aggressive towards anything that moved, or had something shiny, or smelled vaguely like food. This one seemed to be exceptionally friendly, probably a bit lonely, as D didn't catch the scent of a male Behemoth around. Mmm... boy that tongue, soft and smooth, and so dexterous, twisting around his cock. Because he smelled like a furred dragon, the Behemoth probably thought he was a small sort of Behemoth male? Smiling, the half-dragon patted the Behemoth's head, drawing a loud murr from the beast. Taking her by the horns, he slowly pulled her muzzle away from his groin. He had a better idea. Apparently she had the same thought, turning around and raising her tail, looking back at D with a pleading look in her eyes. Not being familiar with Behemoth biology, D had no idea why a pregnant female would behave like this. Maybe she was full of eggs that needed to be fertilized or something like that? He didn't know if Behemoths laid eggs or not, but it was possible. Not wanting to make the heat stricken predator angry or anxious, D slid his cock gently into her depths. The Behemoth growled softly as D pushed his way inside her, not an angry growl though. The half-dragon wrapped his arms around his lover's thick tail, using it to help thrust into her. D began to growl softly himself, for such a large creature, she felt so wonderfully tight. Her inner contours felt just perfect against his cock, so wet, so warm. The warmth seemed to spread over his groin, oozing down to caress his balls, spreading across his thighs. He looked down to find a strange goo spreading over his body. It was bluish and transparent, and wonderfully warm. It caressed his body lovingly, tenderly, an extension of the Behmoth's body it seemed. D reached down with a handpaw, gently probing the ooze, it crept over his fingertips, oozing slowly down to his palm. He pulled his hand away, the goo clinging to the rest by a long thread of the substance, continuing to pour over him. The half-dragon gasped as the stuff began to slide into his tailhole, gathering there, slowly opening him wider and wider. His lover seemed to be enjoying this even more then simple mating, she growled and snorted, the tip of her tail twitching rapidly. She bucked and pressed back against him, the goo that served as her sex rippling and writhing, milking him needfully. D couldn't hold back any longer, with a roar he climaxed, a shiver running though his lover's body as he did so. The Behemoth no longer seemed in heat, horny and needy. The goo on his body slowly receded, pulled back into her. The ooze let him go with a loud slurp, having collected every last drop of seed that D was able to give. The half-dragon knelt down next to the Behemoth, patting her head. "Feel better now?" he asked, hugging her neck. In reply the Behemoth stuck her tongue out, long and thick, made of transparent blue slime, and lick D's face. "That's a pretty neat trick. What is that, girl?" D asked, more to himself then expecting any answer from the Behemoth. He took her muzzle in his handpaws, opening her mouth gently and looking inside. She didn't seem to mind at all, opening wide for him to take a look. Her insides were all blue, some darker then others. Most seemed to be made up of the strange slime. Her teeth were almost crystalline, perhaps a harden form of the goo. "I hope this doesn't hurt," D said with a smile, reaching into her mouth, "Otherwise I just might lose an arm." He pressed against her tongue, and wasn't at all surprised to find his hand sinking into it, down through the floor of her mouth, down into her neck. Pulling his handpaw towards himself, he looked down to see the outline of his hand poking out of the skin on the Behemoth's neck. "Maybe you're not a Behemoth after all?" D mused, "Just something copying the shape?" Not wanting the creature to get any ideas about pulling him in further, D quickly removed his hand, curiosity satisfied. He gave the Behemoth another pat and began looking around for his sword. "It's been fun," he said to the creature. "But I really have to get going. There's some not so friendly monsters out there that I have to get to slaying." Ah! There it was! He walked over to a pile of leaves, brushing them off the sheathed blade. D looked it over to make sure there weren't any spots of water that might rust the blade. Nope, nothing. Everything was good to go... wargh! D felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, knocking him down into the pile of leaves. A soft, smooth tongue lapping at his ears. The Behemoth was apparently in a playful mood. "I'd love to stay and play with you, cutie, but I really have to get.... URGH!" D grunted, as something large and smooth and hard pressed up against his backside. The half-dragon tried to wriggle free, but the heavy paw on his shoulder kept him pinned to the ground. Her looked back to see a thick blue cock extending from the Behemoth's sex. An extension of the goo, he realized. Apparently having been satisfied as a female, the creature was still a bit horny. "Umm... I don't think that's going to f.... GAAAAAH!" D said with a roar as the massive member was pressed forcefully into his tailhole. It did fit, but barely. "Hey, come on now! Stop it!" D said, wincing from the mild pain. "Really, I have to go." The Behemoth didn't pay any mind to his protests, D could feel the cock reshaping inside of him, making a thick knot, tying the two of them together. The beast removed her paw from his shoulder and rolled onto her back, taking D up with her. The half-dragon moaned, his eyes unfocusing for a moment. Being pulled around by his tailhole had felt a lot better then he thought it would have. He lay on the creature's swollen belly, not pregnant as he had thought, but filled with goo judging from the soft squishiness of it. Rather then mating him, the Behemoth seemed to be doing something else entirely, as she wasn't bucking, nor was the mass of goo sliding in and out. D's eyes widened as he saw a crystalline orb through the translucent goo of the cock. "Oh no!" he said with a gulp. "I don't think I want to be a nest for your eggs, thanks." He tried to pull himself free, but all that did was make him feel more and more turned on as he made the goo inside of him wriggle and squirm. He couldn't help himself, he was getting hard again. His pink dragoncock emerging from his sheath once more. "Oh well," he said with a sigh, "Might as well enjoy this." He began to stroke himself, closing his eyes and laying back on the rather comfy bed of the Behemoth's belly. He felt the egg's shell pressing up against his tailhole. D gritted his teeth, preparing for the discomfort that would accompany such a large thing being forced into him. He cried out, not from pain, but from pleasure. The egg felt so good now that it was inside of him. A second began the journey down the beast's cock. D licked his lips, eagerly anticipating its presence inside of him. He arched his back violently as the egg slid into him, much easier then the first had. A jet of warm pre virtually erupted from his cock, spattering all over his chest and face. D lapped eagerly at the sticky sweetness, becoming more and more enraptured by the prospect of being filled with the Behemoth's eggs. The two football sized orbs inside him made his trim belly poke out a little bit. D couldn't help but imagine how wonderfully sexy he'd look with a big round tummy filled with eggs. He couldn't help but run his handpaw over his belly, his other paw stroking his cock furiously. He felt so close to orgasm, so close to covering himself with his seed, but it just wasn't happening. He needed to cum, but there was this weird tickling feeling inside himself. Everything felt so good, the wriggling of the goo-cock inside of him, the increasing weight of the eggs inside of him, the effortless stretching of his tailhole with each new egg that entered him, the strange feeling inside of his body, the familiar slick warmth spreading over his legs and tail. D looked down to see that the goo-cock had expanded, four tentacle branching off from the base. They circled around his leg, wrapping around them, pulling him down into the Behemoth's sex. He knew he should be panicking right now, but he just couldn't find the fear he knew ought to be there. Everything felt so damned good. He moaned and arched his back again, another jet of pre gushing from him as yet another egg found its way into him. His pre felt a little funny. He looked down to find that it wasn't pre at all, but a rather thin version of the blue ooze. He wasn't going to be a nest for the eggs at all, the eggs were becoming a part of him, making him all gooey inside like the Behemoth! Again, he knew he should be worried, but he wasn't. As his legs vanished into his lover's sex all he could think about was how wonderful it would be to be all gooey inside. It would make adventuring much more fun, not having to suffer negative effects from the teeth and claws of monsters, or the blades and arrows of rather unpleasant warriors. D wondered if he would feel like this all the time, pleasured and happy, feeling wonderfully content with his new friend inside of him. He closed his eyes and began to purr happily, eagerly succumbing to the sweet warmth of the Behemoth's depths. "Thank you." he said softly, his head finally being pulled in. He simply lie there, floating inside his lover, and in a way his mother as well. He purred, enjoying the soft flow of the goo around him and inside of him. He felt his belly continue to swell, the eggs inside of him hatching and painlessly feeding on what they found inside of him, converting his insides to goo. He exhaled his last breath, the goo covering his lungs, making breathing no longer a necessity. The half-dragon had no idea how long he remained inside the Behemoth, his body going through changes, his form adapting to the goo, and the goo adapted to his own desires. He blinked his eyes some time later, suddenly not surrounded by the goo Behemoth's warmth. He looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen. There was no sense of loss, however. He instinctively knew this was how things were supposed to be, the two of them going different ways to make sure that they didn't saturate an area with their converted offspring. D yawned and stretched, feeling the delicious motion of the goo inside of him stretching much better then muscle tissue ever would. He absentmindedly scratched an itch on his chest, and encountered something strange there. Looking down he found that he wasn't exactly a he anymore. A pair of large breasts adorned his lithe frame. Down past his new breasts was his belly, a wonderfully large roundness that marked him as being full of goo. It was a bit too round to appear as an actual pregnancy, but odds were no one would really notice the difference. Smiling, D got to his feet, feeling a bit different, heavier. His tail was a little thicker, and his legs felt a bit different, shorter and thicker to help better balance out his belly. He slid a hand down between his legs, confused for a moment when he didn't find his maleness, instead finding a large feminine slit along the underside of his belly. He chuckled as he recalled his transformation. He didn't really need an external cock, as he could simply making one for in whatever size and shape he wanted at will. Picking up his sword and adjusting his now ill-fitting vest, he began to whistle as he continued his journey towards the next town, hoping he'd get the opportunity to put his new talents to good use.

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Title: 3 Families Vol. 01 Ch. 07 Tags: harem, big sister, reverse striptease, pregnant, brother sister sex, mutual masturbation, cousin incest, lesbian incest, sleeping, blow job *Volume One: Homecoming Chapter Seven: Alexander & Nicolette Part 2 Edited By: Todger 65* \*\*\*\*\* Summer 2000 Joanna It was damn good to be home Jo thought as she finished off the last of the food after everyone else had had their fill; even if it wasn't technically her home she felt just at home at her cousin, Alex's house as she did at the trailer where she grew up. Despite the fact that Jo was slim, she was used to eating a lot of carbs and protein for track, though it had been too long since she'd had a good home cooked meal. After breakfast she headed out to the car to get some clean underwear and a nice shirt but would keep the jeans she had put on earlier. As she came back she smiled at her cousins, Abbey and Alex, in the kitchen cleaning up; stopping for a second to watch Abbey's tits jiggle slightly in her top as she wiped down the table. She sometimes envied Alex having grown up with his large breasted mom and sisters around to look at; and she knew he looked though she couldn't blame him since she did too. She headed upstairs but stopped dead in her tracks as she saw Aunt Liz in a pair of skin tight spandex pants and a tank top shirt, taut around her huge fucking tits. Jo's eyes went right for her nipples. She wanted so badly to suck on them. "Looking good Aunt Liz." Jo smiled. "Thanks sweetie." Aunt Liz winked. Jo couldn't help but look back as she passed. Alex had once told her that his dad had said the secret to being a gentleman is you open doors and pull out chairs for women; so you can look at their ass. Jo grinned and headed for Aunt Liz's bathroom; passing through her bedroom and opening the door to the bathroom, she froze as she saw her cousin Nicolette already in the tub. "Oh I am sorry I didn't know you were in here." Jo felt herself blush a little looking at the beautiful pregnant young woman before her. "It's okay, you wanted to take a shower right." Nicky smiled as she raised her leg up in the air, water dripping from her foot as she took the razor to her leg. "Yeah." Jo smiled as she put her clothes down on the counter and watched Nicky struggle a little trying to work around her bulging pregnant belly and swollen tits. "Need a hand there?" "Sure, that would be nice." Nicky smiled at her, Jo walked over and got a good look at her naked body, noticing her slightly hairy bush which she knew wasn't like Nicky. She remembered seeing Nicky naked on several occasions before she had found out she was gay. It looked like she trimmed it with an electric razor but hadn't been able to really shave it like she used to. Despite her belly however, she looked quite comfy in the large whirlpool bathtub though she only had enough water to shave her legs in it. "Abbey usually helps me." She said handing the razor to Jo. "So you glad to be home?" "Very." Jo grinned as she took her cousins ankle and began to shave her leg. Nicky grinning at her. Though she only told Alex, later Nicky had been the first to find out that she was gay, which looking back Jo was surprised it had taken her so long since she had been crushing on her for years. Of course Nicky left a few weeks later so it hadn't mattered in the long run, Alex was the one who had supported her through it all. "So how many girlfriends you have in college?" Nicky smiled. "Just two." Jo shrugged as she began to work the razor over the beautiful calf. Nicky had great legs. They were long like Jo's but thick like her mom Liz. "Nothing serious?" Nicky smiled at her. "Nah, one was just college gay and the other didn't like Alex so I dumped her ass." Jo shrugged, though it had been hard choosing between her best friend and some really awesome sex. "I always thought it was a shame that you were gay, Alex and you would make a cute couple." Nicky teased as she began to wash her belly with a loofa. "Me and Alex would kill each other. I am just keeping him around so when I meet the right girl and get married I've got a sperm donor close by." Jo snickered. "What about you, got any guys lined up since you got home?" "Yeah right, like anyone is going to want me when I am pregnant." Nicky frowned as she began to loofa her nice swollen tits. Jo couldn't believe how big they had gotten not that she wasn't busty before but damn. "Hey some guys like pregnant chicks. Plus afterwards your boobs will be huge." Jo teased. Hell Jo would fuck her given the chance. "Do you really think they will get bigger?" Nicky said as she put her wet hands to them giving them a little squeeze. Jo grinned wondering if it was national grab your boob day and if so could someone let her grab theirs instead of her own small tits. "I imagine some." Jo shrugged. "I hope not too much, they sag enough as it is." Nicky said removing her hands. "They are perfect." Jo grinned. Jo knew every woman saw their own flaws more than others. Jo had the same hang up about her breast size though Jo's complaint was hers where too small. Jo never saw herself as sexy and was happy with that most of the time not having to worry about makeup or whether her hair looked good. She did put in some effort every day but she didn't go out of her way to impress. It wasn't like Jo was trying to impress any guys and most of the lesbians who cared about that sort of thing weren't the kind of girls Jo would date. "Thanks." Nicky smiled. "So you plan on breast feeding?" Jo asked. And if so can I have some she thought. "I think so. Mom says it's a really good way to lose weight and it is good for bonding with the baby." She said with a slight shrug as she began to wash her arms. "Maybe I should take a page from your book and swear off men." She smiled looking at Jo. "You ever think about that night, you know?" Jo grinned as she shaved her thigh glancing down at her pussy. "All the time." Nicky smiled. "Any regrets." Jo teased as she washed the razor out in the tub. "Maybe that I didn't let you get past second base." Nicky grinned. "It was probably for the best, I was very clumsy and inexperienced back then." Jo shrugged; she had never told anybody, but Nicky had let her kiss her and a little more. They hadn't done anything sexual and it probably hadn't meant as much to Nicky as it had to Jo but being able to be herself for the first time; to put her lips on another girl, her tongue in another girl's mouth, her hand on another girl's breast. Even if it had been just a onetime thing it had been something Jo could never forget. That had been almost two years ago now. "Maybe so but you were sweet." Nicky reached out and touched Jo's cheek. "What about now, you still clumsy and inexperienced?" "Hell no." Jo laughed. "That's good to hear." Nicky said raising her other leg for Jo to start on. "While you're here, maybe we can catch up on old times." "I would like that." Jo actually felt herself blush a little not knowing what she meant exactly. They talked for a bit longer as Jo finished the other leg. "So are we leaving the bush?" Jo grinned "Like I said Abbey normally helps me but I don't think she would feel comfortable shaving my crotch." Nicky laughed. "Good thing I am not Abbey." Jo twirled the razor between her slender fingers like she often did her pencils and pens. "Well knock yourself out, personally I like it smooth." Nicky said as she slid down some in the tub and spread her legs tossing one leg over the side by Jo and grabbed the bottle of shaving cream and handed it to Jo. "Not even home a day and you got women spreading their legs for you." Nicky teased. "If only I had this effect on women at college." Jo lathered her hand and reached down rubbing it on her cousin's pussy letting her hand graze her a little more then maybe she should to just test the waters. "So you want just the bikini line or full Brazilian." "Full Brazilian babe." Nicky grinned. Jo smiled and went to work letting the razor work over her cousins pussy, starting at the top of her pussy first at the pubic mound before moving down to her labia. Jo reached out and touched her with one hand pushing her pussy one way as she ran the razor over one of her outer mounds. "You ever shave yours?" Nicky grinned. "I keep it trim but I kind of like my red pubes." Jo shrugged washing the razor in the water. "I can see that. I imagine I would too if I had your pretty red hair." Nicky said touching her hair. "If I didn't know you where straight I might think you were hitting on me." Jo grinned and went back to her pussy letting the razor glide over the outer mounds as she held it with her thumb. "Well I only let people I like a lot touch my pussy." Nicky grinned. "So you think Alex will try to hook back up with Candy?" "Probably, they did during thanksgiving, Christmas, and spring break only to break up at the end of each." Jo shrugged; part of her hoped he did while part of her would be glad if he didn't. "I still can't believe he took her back after the crap she pulled the first time." Nicky shook her head. "I am kind of glad she did lie to him." Jo frowned as she ran the razor back over her pussy getting the few places she missed. "What, why." Nicky said with a puzzled look. "Come on you know Alex, even though the baby wasn't his do you really think he would have left knowing she was pregnant. Alex is a stubborn asshole that will always do what he thinks is the right thing even it means costing him something. That's probably what I hate and love the most about him." Jo shrugged. Candy had dumped Alex after she had found out she was pregnant with her Ex-boyfriends baby but hadn't told him why because she knew Alex just as well as Jo did. Jo had found out after she confronted Candy but kept the secret from Alex just as Candy had done for Jo when she was dating Kitty. Jo had felt guilty keeping it from Alex but it wasn't her secret to tell. Candy ultimately had had a miscarriage which had broken her heart after she had just gotten used to the idea of having a baby but she was young and could always have others. "So you admit you love him then." Nicky grinned. "I never said that." Jo smiled and shook her head. "Sometimes you never have to." Nicky winked. Jo knew she did love him, it wasn't sexual but at the end of the day she couldn't picture her life without him. She never told anyone but when he and Candy where dating she was jealous and not of Alex who got to date the hot blonde cheerleader but of Candy. Though Alex still managed to always find time to hang out with Jo she felt a little out of place not having Alex all to herself. Alex past girlfriends would get him for a little bit at school and he go on dates with them, sometimes they might come to his house, but Candy was family and was over all the time. "All done." Jo said rubbing away the excess shaving cream from her cousin's pussy. "So what do you think?" Nicky said rubbing herself off down below with the loofa. "Good enough to eat." Jo grinned. "Joanna." Nicky laughed. "Just saying." Jo shrugged. "Help me out?" Nicky said holding out her hands. "Yeah sure." Jo smiled as she stood up and helped Nicky to her feet. "Thanks sweetheart." Nicky leaned in and planted a little kiss on Jo's lips making her blush a little. Nicky stepped out and grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off. "Try not to think about me to much when you're in the shower." Nicky teased. "I make no promises." Jo winked as she began to get undressed herself and got in the shower, and Nicky grabbed a robe, slid it on and left. Jo gave her pussy a little rub as she touched her lips with her other hand and closed her eyes. Alex usually called it her tell; she often didn't realize she was doing it but she generally touched her lips when she thought about someone she had kissed. Jo took her time enjoying the nice hot shower and the privacy compared to the dorm showers. Not that Jo minded the showers sometimes depending on who was in there but it was nice to be alone for once. Alexander Alexander heard his sister Nicolette call him from the end of the hallway; standing in moms door dressed only in a thin robe that clung to her wet body. She had obviously just gotten out of the bath. As he made his way to her his eyes ran down her body. It was clear though that she didn't wear a top underneath as it was open enough to show off her huge breasts nicely. The robe fell a little shorter than it should have as it wrapped around her pregnant belly making Alex wonder if she wore panties underneath or was she totally naked. "Can you help me Sugar; I need this box down out of Mom's closet." Nicky smiled. "Yeah sure." Alex nodded. As she turned he got a flash of her light brown areola from the open robe. She led him into his mom's room. He smiled at his mom who was at her dresser getting a change of clothes, no doubt about to hop in the shower after her run. Though he could tell his cousin Joanna was in there right now from the sound of the running water. His mind couldn't help but picture Joanna and Nicolette in the shower together. Jo face buried in her cousin's pregnant pussy. "This one right here." Nicky said as she smiled. She stood on her tip toes, her arms above her head causing the robe she wore to rise up and show the bottom of her nice ass. If she was wearing panties they sure as hell didn't cover the back. She looked back and grinned as she caught him looking at her ass but didn't say anything. "What am I grabbing anyways?" Alex said as he moved around her and grabbed the box which was pretty bulky. "Maternity clothes and stuff mom had put away." Nicky smiled. "Where you want it?" Alex asked. "Can you take it to my room?" Nicky replied. "Okay." Alex nodded. As they came out of the closet mom was topless having ditched the shirt. Alex cock was already a little hard again from his sister teasing him in that robe so his mom's bare tits weren't helping any. "Going to pump?" Alex grinned as he carried the box a little lower to hide any bulge. Maybe he should carry this box all day he thought, or at least until he got in the shower and could jack off. "Yeah my tits are about to explode." Mom smiled at him. He missed the old days; getting to see her naked as when she was pregnant she would ask him to help her out of the tub after she had almost slipped the one time. "You two listen out for the baby?" She said holding out the baby monitor. "Yeah sure." Nicky took it. He followed Nicky as she led the way down the hall watching her ass twitch back and forth in the robe. Nicky opened the door to his old bedroom though Alex hardly recognized it. New curtains on the windows and the sheets looked to be either satin or silk, the kind that you just want to lay naked in and wallow in bed all day long. There were several candles around the room, though not lit Alex could make out a soft scent that lingered in the air. "Just set it on the bed." Nicky said as shut the door and walked over to the dresser pulling out a pair of panties and stockings. A smile crossing Alex lips, yep no panties he thought. "Figured you'd gotten all moms maternity stuff." Alex smiled. "I have some but Mom had forgotten all about putting this box in her closet, you know how she can be sometimes." She went to step into the new pair of panties and stumbled forward. Alex managed to get to her and catch her, though as Alex did his had gone into his sister robe and he was holding a handful of her soft breast. "Oh shit." Nicky said. "You okay." Alex said helping her stand up straight and let go of her tit. "Yeah, just lost my balance." Nicky smiled. "Here have a seat." Alex said helping her to the bed. She sat and rubbed her tit where Alex had grabbed it maybe a little too firmly. "Sorry for grabbing your boob." Alex said, though part of him wasn't. "Seems to be happening a lot with you today." Nicky teased. "Can you get my panties?" She pointed to them and the stockings on the floor. "You sure you're okay." Alex asked walking over and picking up the panties and stockings she had dropped. As he did he couldn't help but notice her completely bald pussy. "I am fine sweetie." Nicky said. "Care to help me with my panties sir." Nicky held out her leg for Alex. "Unless you want to stare at my pussy all day." She spread her legs a little to show him her bald snatch. "Sure." Alex shrugged as he took his sisters leg and pulled the panties up over her foot. "I have a confession to make." Nicky raised her other leg for Alex. 'Oh." Alex pulled her other foot through. "I was the one who asked mom to put you in Abbey's room." "Really why?" Alex looped his thumbs in the sides of the panties and pulled them up along his sister's legs to the knees, his fingers tracing along her calves, where Nicky bent her legs. "I think you know why Alex." Nicky smiled. "Otherwise you and me would pick up right where we left off two years ago." "Oh." Alex's fingers ran along her thighs, he expected her to stop him at any second but she didn't. Her legs where nice and smooth, freshly shaved like her pussy. "It's not that I don't want to, quite the opposite, it's just I rather there be a little space, you know in case you and Candy get back together." Nicky said as she leaned back and lifted her ass into the air. As she did the robe slid open showing off a bit of her succulent brown nipples. Alex had caught glimpses of them earlier while he massaged her shoulders. It had worked better than the coffee to wake him up. "I don't know if we will or not. I love her but it's been chaotic between us since the start." Alex ran his fingers over his sisters wide round ass and then up to her hips and pulled the panties snug. "Well if you do I will be glad but if not..." She grinned at him. "Then we can pick up where we left off if you want." "What do you mean?" Alex took a stocking and went back to her foot sliding it back up her calf letting his fingers run along his sister's leg. "I mean sex silly." Nicky smiled at him. "But you're my sister." Alex said pulling the stocking up to her thigh stopping to look up at her. It wasn't that he didn't want to but the fact that she had suggested it had caught him off guard. "What you can't get me pregnant." She shrugged with a smile. "Nicky..." Alex fumbled for the words. "Just think about it before you say yes or no." Nicky smiled. "Okay." Alex said, trying to wrap his head around the fact that his sister wanted to have sex with him. He grabbed her other foot and the stocking. "Bet this is different for you, putting clothes on a girl." Nicky teased. "Just a little." Alex ran the stocking up her leg and pulled it snug. "Can you grab me a bra?" Nicky asked. "Top drawer." "Yeah sure." Alex walked over to the already open drawer. He saw a large rabbit vibrator which made him grin. He rummaged through the drawer until she found a bra that looked like it matched the panties. It looked new and was fairly large so it might fit. He held it up and Nicky nodded. "Here we go." Alex said as she walked back. Nicky held out her arms as Alex smiled and slid it on. As he pulled it around the back she leaned close so his cheek brushed hers. It took him a few seconds to snap the large bra closed being more used to undoing it for her. "Thanks babe." Nicky gave him a peck on the lips before he had a chance to lean back. "Anything Else?" Alex smiled as he touched her pregnant belly. "You can help pick out a dress." Nicky said as she reached over pulling the box closer. Alex gladly did and helped her slide it on letting his hands run down the curves of his body. He really wanted to rip her clothes off and take her up on her offer. Even if he and Candy didn't get back together he wondered if he should. She had a point about not getting pregnant. It was that all their experimenting in the past always ended the same as just one night stands and while they were great he wanted more. Alex excused himself and went to Abigail's room where he would be crashing for the next few months; he stopped and knocked on the door when he heard music. "Come in." His sister Abbey said from the other side. He entered to find her walking around in a nice demi bra and a pair of panties. "That was fast." Alex said referring to the shower she had taken. "Just had to wash my hair, I shaved and all last night." Abbey smiled toweling off her hair. "I just came to get some clothes and hop in the shower." Alex walked over to his bag but looked back at Abbey, admiring her short curvy figure. It was going to be a long summer he thought. "Okay." Abbey smiled putting the towel on her bed and picking up a pair of jeans. "Those Candice's jeans?" Alex said recognizing them, having pulled them off his cousin once or twice before. "Yeah she gave them to me." Abbey smiled. "Can you even fit in them?" Alex teased. "Watch me." Abbey said as she began to shimmy into the Jeans, and then jump up and down when they got to her hips making her tits bounce about in her demi bra. Damn he missed this he thought. "See told you." She said finally getting them on though they were tight as hell on her. "I will be out in a little bit." Alex smiled checking her bubble butt out as she turned to grab her shirt. "Okay." She smiled. Alex made a quick exit to the shower. Summer 1998 "Come on mom." Nicolette said helping her mom out of the elevator and into the hotel hallway. Both of them where hammered off their asses. Mom a little more so, Nicky had had more than her fair share as well but after four years of college she had a slightly better immunity. It was nice to have a few drinks with mom. She knew that next weekend after they went back home she would be leaving for good to start her life after college. They had spent the day visiting grandma and grandpa and would be driving back in the morning. "Sorry, I think I had a little too much to drink sweetie." Her mom Liz laughed as she stumbled a little. "Maybe just a little." Nicky laughed as they got to the door and she began to dig through her purse. "You got the card key?" she looked at mom. "I thought you grabbed it." Mom frowned. "Oh shit." Nicky laughed. "Let's see if Alex is still awake. We can crash with him tonight" "You can go get a new key." Mom laughed. "The room is your name and I don't think I can drag you back down stairs and back up again." Nicky smiled at that and as plastered as she was, she really didn't want to go all the way back down and up again. The room her and Mom had been sharing was a two bedroom; Nicky was supposed to share with Abbey and Alex but dad had cancelled coming with them due to work, though Nicky wondered if it was just to get out of having to deal with his mother and father in law, so Mom had gave Alex the single bedroom and Abbey had decided to crash with Candy and Kitty downstairs. "Fair enough." Mom smiled. They walked over to the door and Knocked. Nicky was glad when Alex answered the door a second later. "Hey handsome someone call room service about two sexy brunettes." Nicky grinned at Alex. "We got locked out, can we crash in here tonight." Mom smiled. "Yeah sure." Alex helped with his mother putting his arm around her and helping her into the room, taking over for his sister. "I ever tell you what a handsome boy you are, you look so much like your father when we first meet." Mom said looking at Alex. Yep she was plastered, she was always really flirty when drunk, more so then usual anyways. "Come on mom, let's get you in bed." Alex said walking toward the bed. "Oh you're going to get me in bed, naughty boy." She giggled as she touched his chest. Nicky tried her best not to laugh. "Thanks bubba." Nicky bent over taking off her heels. She noticed Alex looking down her dress at her hanging tits as she did. Feeling her hanging tits jiggled in her bra as she fought off the straps. "Why don't you give momma a kiss baby?" His mom said as she touched his chin and laid one on him. Alex was a little stunned as he stood there froze for a second until he felt her hand grab his ass. He pushed her away as gently as he could. "Mom." Nicky laughed. "What." She said looking back at her. "Oh you want a kiss him." Mom teased, Nicky shook her head. "You should he is a really good kisser." "Oh I am so going to have fun with this tomorrow when you're sober." Nicky said helping Alex sit her on the bed. Mom fell backwards as her tits jiggled about in her top; it reminded Nicky of someone falling on a water bed. "Can you get her tucked in I got to piss something bad." Nicky said not waiting for a response as she took off for the bathroom. "Yeah sure." Alex shrugged. "Let's get your shoes off." Alex said about ready to bend down. Nicky went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet and began to piss like she had been holding it all night long as a steady stream hit the bowl. She half wished she could have the room alone with Alex. Ever since she and he had masturbated together she hadn't been able to get his cock out of her head. She hadn't dared do it again with mom, dad, and sis in the house and found it hard to get him alone which was probably for the best considering some of the things she had thought about doing with her little brother and his big dick. She knew it was fucked up to think about her brother like this but she couldn't help it. When she finally finished pissing she wiped herself getting a little excited as her hand brushed her clit which was a little aroused from sitting there thinking about Alex's cock. She stood up and flushed the toilet and headed back out into the bedroom find Alex tucking mom into bed. "Thanks again bubba." Nicky smiled at him. "No problem." He smiled as he walked around the bed. Mom began to snore. "Well that didn't take long." Nicky laughed. "I will take the floor." Alex shrugged about to go grab a pillow. "Don't be silly the bed is plenty big enough." She smiled. "...If you don't mind sleeping with two beautiful women." "I got to be more specific when I make my birthday wishes." Alex shrugged, Nicky playfully smacked his arm. "Can I borrow a shirt or something?" Nicky said. "Yeah sure." Alex went over to his bag rummaging through it until he found a tank top and passed over. "Here you go..." He froze as Nicky was pulling off her shirt and stood there in nothing on top but a bra. Nicky grinned. "Can you unzip me Sweetheart?" Nicky smiled and turned around she wore a tight skirt, with a zipper along her ass crack. "Yeah." Alex came up behind her touching the small of her back as he found the zipper; giving it a little tug it didn't go anywhere. "It's a little old; you really got to pull on it." Nicky grinned. She felt him put his hand on her hip to hold the skirt and slowly pull at the zipper as it began to give, his hand running along her ass crack as he slowly revealed her ass which except for a thong was completely bare. When he had unzipped it she let it drop to the floor. "And unsnap please." She said looking over her shoulder. He gladly undid her bra. It was one of the many things she had taught him how to do, mostly because she had trouble undoing them herself and she teased if he could undo hers he could undo any bra. Nicky turned and let the bra drop giving him a good look at her breasts and winking at him before sliding on the shirt. "Okay you in first in case I got to get up and piss again." Nicky grinned. "And no trying to peek on me when I am asleep." Nicky said as she walked over toward the bed noticing him looking at her ass cheeks which peeked out from under the shirt. Truth told she wouldn't mind if he did. "As long as you promise the same." Alex teased climbing into bed pulling off his sweat shirt leaving him in just his boxers as he made a spot for himself next to their passed out mother. Nicky almost licked her lips as she looked at his shirtless chest. She crawled into bed, turning off the bedside light and turned on the television which they watched for a bit before drifting off to sleep. Nicky was in twilight sleep as she rolled over and snuggled up to her brother. She let her leg run up her leg when she felt it brush against his cock and felt his erection. She felt herself quickly snap back to reality as she sat up on her arm looking at him. He was totally out of it and hadn't noticed her leg rub against him. She decided to take a little peek. She pulled the covers off of her and him and then slowly lifted his boxers until she could see inside and grinned as she saw his big thick hard cock in the dim light. She looked over at mom who had her back turned to them and smiled as she slowly slid her hand inside and touched his thick meat. It felt so hard and yet soft to the touch at the same time. She slowly wrapped her fingers around it as she began to run her hand up and down his shaft. After a few seconds she could feel a few drops of precum on her forearm as it brushed the head. "What or you doing?" Alex said quietly as he woke up and looked down at his crotch and then at her; he was obviously startled as he had woke up from a dead sleep to find his sisters hand around his cock. "What does it feel like?" She whispered softly as she put one finger from her other hand to her mouth and went back to stroking him slowly. "What about mom?" He said more mouthing it then actually saying anything. "She is passed out but I will stop if you want me to." Nicky gave him a devious grin. Alex shook his head no. "Good." Nicky said. She pulled the covers back up some before pulling his cock out of his boxers, adjusted her grip and began to stroke him as she got closer to him till her nose was almost against his cheek. "That feel good; your sister stroking your big dick?" She whispered in his ear. She felt so dirty, touching his cock, especially with mom right there in the bed next to them. Nicky felt her other hand brush his and she took it and guided him to her pussy. She laid her hand over his and showed him how she liked to be rubbed as she kept stroking his cock. His hand felt so good against her aching pussy. She moaned slightly under her breath as she began to really work her wrist as she stroked her cock. "My pussy feel good li'l bro?" Nicky said softly into his ear. He shook his head in response. "Put your hand in my panties." Alex slowly slid his hand down into her panties and cupped her pussy and began to rub at her bald twat. He let one finger slide between her mounds as he began to caress her clit. Not a total novice she thought as she closed her eyes for a second enjoying his hand at her pussy while she worked his dick. She used her left hand to pull down one side of the tank top she wore and pull out her tit and motioned for him to play with it. Alex grinned as he reached over and touched it softly caressing her breast. It felt so good him touching her, her hand around his big cock. The thought of mom rolling over any second and catching them made it even more exciting. She half wondered what mom would do. As drunk as she was and the way she was hitting on Alex Nicky wondered if she just might join them. Nicky wanted more; no needed more. She knew she couldn't fuck him; even she wasn't ready to cross that line, at least not yet. That and the motion of her mounting him like she wanted to would no doubt wake mom. She knew what she could do instead. "You want me to show you how good I am at sucking dick li'l bro?" Nicky teased, she could see Alex was a little hesitant. "Okay." He smiled. She pulled the cover up slid down under them and got her brother to spread his legs. The light from the TV shining through the cover was just enough for her to make out the silhouette of his thick cock in her little tent. She grabbed him, ran her tongue along the bottom of his cock, up and down along the thick ridge up to his head and back down. She let her other hand grope his balls feeling his soft sac and his precious testicles inside. If only they were shaved she thought, she would so like to suck on them as well though she had more than enough to suck on she thought and almost went cross eyed as she looked at the big cock in front of her nose. She ran her tongue back up to his head, across the tip of the dick; tasting of few drops of pre cum that had built up at the tip. She swirled her tongue around it. She could hear her brother let out a little grunt. Nicky teased his cock for a while before she closed her mouth around the head. While most girls didn't much care for giving head Nicky was a cock whore, she loved the taste of a guy's meat in her mouth. She slowly began to work his head with her lips and tongue. She could hear her brother from time to time make a noise but he was doing his damn best not to wake mom. His hand ran down and stroked her hair. He didn't try to push her down on his cock like most guys not that she minded but was a little glad considering the monster in front of her. Nicky moved her lips down filling her mouth with thick meat. She could feel his head hitting the back of her throat. His cock head bumping her uvula. She made a slight gagging noise with each thrust of his cock into her mouth. Alex put one of his legs up and lifted the cover letting more light in as he looked at her taking his cock. She winked at him as she kept sucking him having half of his thick man meat in her mouth. She tried to force more down but couldn't get to much more in before she let out a cough covering his balls with spittle. Fuck he was so thick. She froze as she felt movement beside her as mom shifted. Nicky laid there frozen with her brother's dick in her mouth. It was only for several seconds as mom rolled onto her belly but as she lay there with her brother's cock in her mouth it seemed like an eternity. After mom didn't move again, she went back to sucking deciding to not try and deep throat him again. She knew she should probably stop before they did wake up mom but she couldn't. If mom hadn't been here she wouldn't stop until she had as much cock in her mouth as possible. Instead she began to stoke his cock with one hand while she bobbed her head on the rest, using her hand as an extension of her mouth as she polished his cock with her own saliva. She stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of his cock as she sucked him. This was finally enough to take him over the edge as she felt him shoot into the back of her throat. She felt blast after blast of hot thick semen coat her insides. It was too much to take as she felt it go up her nose. She pulled his cock back and let him fill her mouth as she stroked him wiping away the cum as it ran out her nose. She milked him dry trying to get every last drop. When she was finally done she crawled back up beside him, wiped her mouth and kissed his cheek. "So what you think?" She whispered in his ear. "I have the best big sister ever." He said softly with a grin. "Damn right you do." Nicky smiled with a little laugh. "We better get some sleep." "Okay." Alex nodded. "Good night sweetie." Nicky winked. "Good night beautiful." Alex leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Elizabeth Liz laid there as she listened to her daughter suck her sons cock. She knew it was wrong and she should stop them but was it any different than what she and Maggie had done when they were teenagers. Instead of stopping them she lay there listening pretending to be asleep while she rubbed her pussy softly. If she wasn't married hell she might have joined them. Show her daughter how it is really done she thought. She wouldn't let them get too far she told herself but she wasn't going to spoil their fun. Summer 2000 Alex stepped out of the shower after having taken care to trim himself up down there as well as reliving his blue balls. He toweled off and got dressed and grabbed his tooth brush out of his shaving kit and quickly brushed his teeth. He heard a knock at the door. "Come in." Alex said. "Hey." Jo smiled as she came in. "Well don't we look nice." Alex teased as he put his tooth brush away. Her hair was done up in a braid and she was wearing lip gloss. There was something different about her eyes as well though Alex wasn't sure what. "Oh hush." Jo smiled. "Abbey's work?" Alex asked. "Yeah." Jo smiled. Abbey was one of the few that is able to get Jo to try on make up or let her do her hair or anything remotely girly. Of course Abbey was hard to say no to. He always thought she should go into sales. She could sell a jet ski to a desert nomad with those puppy dog eyes of hers. "So you about ready to head out?" Jo smiled. "Just about." Alex smiled. "Ready to see your mom and sis?" "Very much so." Jo nodded with a smile. "Afterwards you don't mind if I tag along when you go see Candy and Kitty do you?" "No not at all." Alex shrugged knowing she would be glad to see Candy and Kitty as well. Jo and Candy had always been friendly to each other but had grown even closer since he and Candy had dated. Kitty her Ex and her had managed to patch things up since Kitty had become best friends with Jo's Sister Isabelle and had looked out for Izzy during their senior year which was the fastest way to earn Jo's trust. Alex always thought it was a weird friendship the delinquent Katherine and the nerd Isabelle but it worked. Mostly because Kitty knew at the end of the day Izzy wouldn't bullshit her like all of the other so called friends and keep her out of trouble and Izzy got to live a little on the wild side and hang out with the cool girls. "Think you two will try and hook back up?" Jo grinned. "Abbey wouldn't say what but she knew something; I have a feeling we won't this time." Alex shrugged. He knew he probably could have gotten her to tell him if he pushed a little but he rather Candy tell him what was up. "You always expect the worst Alex." Jo smiled. "Which is why I am so happy all the time, I am always surprised that things aren't as bad as I imagined them to be." Alex laughed. "I bet you twenty you and Candy get back together." Jo grinned. "Fine you're on." It was a win win for Alex. Either he got the girl or he won the bet. A small part of him kind of hoped he didn't hook back up with Candy as he thought about what Nicolette had said, about letting him fuck her but he did want Candy back, rather they were boyfriend and girlfriend or fuck buddies or whatever they were, he did care for and love Candy. Alex went and said goodbye to everyone and then they made their way out to his SUV. Joanna insisted on taking the keys and jumped in the driver's seat since Alex had driven all morning.

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Title: Get-Away Beach by 6-Wing Dragon Tags: Anal, Cub, Fingering, M/M, Oral, Orca, Sea-Lion Yay, another story. It turned out pretty well, has an orca in it, and something I'm pretty sure I'ven't seen elsewhere, a seal (note: not a "Sea-Lion", but "Seal" isn't on the keywords list). w00t for originality. The original concept behind this was a lot kinkier, spoogier, involved another orca and involved vore (original title was going to "Don't play with your food") but that's not how this one turned out. Oh well. And following some people's comments on my previous story, I redid my style a bit; the ending actually makes sense of some kind. Enjoy! Oh yeah...M/M, sex....umm...18+ readers only (pssh, yeah right), c'mon, if you're this far into the site you should know what you're getting yourself into. X3 \~\~ Ah, what a beautiful day for sunbathing! The clouds are checkered across the sky - which is accessorized magnificently to a deep steel blue. The ocean is calm today, and the tide is low, allowing for optimum cushion-like mud to lay in. A breeze drifted along the pristine shore, delightfully cool and refreshing; it felt as is one was lying in the shallows, accept it was free to breathe and no risk of washing anywhere dangerous. No, this was the perfect time and place for a young seal to sunbathe, especially since it was mating season among the orcas, meaning the chances of a hungry monochromatic predator climbing onto the secluded Arctic beach was as likely as those silly penguins lifting off the ground and soaring through the air. As chance would have it, the mating season for seals was coincidentally around the same time this year, so this adolescent bachelor - whom strangely had no interest in siring children right now - enjoyed the peaceful solitary reach of dampened sand and rolling waves. Nall, just reaching his Summer of Courtship - when he should be looking for a pretty young female - decided to take the day off, all of it, and not worry about impressing any ditsy girls. His parents badgered him for weeks about this upcoming season, pressuring him to follow in his father's steps, and his oldest brother's steps, and his next-oldest brothers' steps, and his grandfathers' steps, and his uncles' steps, etc., and within their first season find that special lady to knock up and bear child. Nall could just never see the reason to get all huffy about the whole deal. He's seen how his parents bicker, how his brother and his brother's mate treat each other; it was almost an insult to be forced into such an ordeal. So he planned to skip all the heartburn, heartache, and heartbreak, and enjoy being a kid for whatever time he had left. A contented sigh slipped past his muzzle, wriggling his plump body to the form-fitting mud beneath him, muscles nicely formed beneath residing baby fat and fur to give a semi-grown overall cuteness about him. Subtly toned legs stretched out as webbed toes clenched and relaxed, his fins nestled nicely under his smooth head, whiskers laxed over his cheeks, the very ebb of the tide lapping at the his light cream skin as gray and silver puffs-o'-fluffs sailed by miles overhead. Morn came and went unnoticed, the tide shifting just slightly with the passing day. Nall had a large breakfast, so he wouldn't worry about lunch until later. Time itself seemed at a standstill for this single harbor seal, his spirit in a natural flow with Mother Ocean's tides and Father Sky's breeze. His dreams pictured these personified apparitions as seals, the perfect parents, nurturing his creative playfulness instead of condoning it, offering time for courtship and having the young maidens to offer their dances to him - as opposed to him bobbing up and down like a fool. He naively allowed himself to fantasize about his own personal harem, imagining doing as his father and brothers talked of. What curious thoughts to gain, especially in this very season he planned to do nothing at all. His smiled faded for only second as he realized the futility of his attempts to deny nature's course, but decided to just have this image for now and the consequences be damned. Through noon and lunch he laid upon that beach, dreaming of girls and enacting as his male relatives spoke of - though he wasn't entirely sure how exactly to go about it. His dreams began to waver, however, veering off course as more masculine designs came into view, little sprites of curiosity whizzing about his head as to these male seals now inhabiting among the females. What really surprised Nall was the scent that came with these silhouettes - and unlike the women - he could clearly distinguish genitals; this wasn't as surprising, after some thought, since he knows what his brothers and father look like. Still...there was a definite male scent wafting into his dreams. The young heart pitter-pattered, beating alarmingly quickly as he was breaking from his sensual mirage, and a sudden tingling and growth below his waist. Eyes fluttered as he felt the strangest sensations through his pubescent body, and suddenly a high gasp! Something below his waist throbbed, and something else touched it! It was a bolt of ecstasy, like the initial feeling of fear before the thrill of zooming down a steep ice-made slide, but this caused a buck of his hips and an arch of his chest with a slight tensing of his muscles. Whatever was pressed against...him was folded, juicy, and not to different from a tongue - he would guess it a tongue if he had imagined that anyone he knew had a tongue that big. His young mind reeled...for someone found him, and in all positions one where his newly grown genitals were just realizing their potential. He didn't dare open his eyes, best to act as calm and collective about this as possible; maybe he could pretend that he planned this all along. He was pretty certain it was a female, and what was pressed against his thingy must be that thing that girls have that boys don't - a vagina, he remembers his parents explaining. He'd never seen one in such a way, much less touched one - ironically the latter now preceded the former. He deciding to hum softly, let whomever this girl was to play with him for the time being, then try some that smooth courtship stuff he'd seen his brothers use before. Weirdly enough - despite his adamant objections and personal ignorance to courting - he just felt that this was what he needed to do; instinct made things rather easy. A boyish smile spread across his muzzle, whiskers perking slightly as he relaxed, the tip of his pecker continued in the sultry caressing, juices dribbling down his length as he felt so incredibly hard, trying as he might to retain a cool composure. The moist organ caressed the entirety of his hardon's underside, causing another shrill gasp from the young seal. His hips bucked again when the tip of his inexperienced phallus was taken into a slick, hot enclosure, the pressure increasing about his sensitivities, shivers running up and down his body. It slid further in, and against his throbbing member he felt teeth. His body jerked violently away from this horrifying stranger, he had no idea girls had teeth down there! If such a crucial fact were known he'd've never allowed this to happen! His body was erected, sitting up and pulling his legs to him as his eyes shot open, his maw open to yell, wielding a furrowed brow of discontent. "Wait a min-!" he started to command, his mouth opened wider as the furrowed brow of discontent quickly stretched high onto his head with raised eyebrows of shock and fear, adorable inky eyes stared on in terror at the black and white golem laying on his stomach not 2 feet away. His head wore a sinister, mischievous grin, held up by the backside of his fins intertwined and propped but on elbows. His were spread out behind him - one crossed over the other at the ankle - following a physique with muscles none to different from boulders, but even in size-hiding position he looked 2 or 3 times larger than Nall. The seal was paralyzed in the sand, entire body locked in place amidst the presence of this enormous orca. He never saw one before, having only heard of them in bedtime stories and tales from the fishers of his family. The orca's tongue was hanging from his still grinning beak, which opened and showed an awful row of meat-tearing jaws as he rolled his tongue safely among them and closed it again, black upper lip meeting with white lower lip once again. The killer whale looked ready to pounce, giving Nall his cue to turn and attempt a daring escape among the rocks just beyond the sands. As soon as his back was turned, however, he was pinned face down in the sandy mud, the orca's proud muscled chest against his small back, large ebony fins holding his shoulders. He felt powerful thighs scooting up and straddling his knees, the large digited fins shifting over his pubescent body, one on his upper back, the other one his rump. "You've mighty soft skin, boi," spoke the orca, his voice a few notes below bass, and yet in such a warm, loving tone, almost harmonic. Nall could only keep silent, turning his head as to breath, cheek against the sand as he glanced over his shoulder at the towering predator, feeling as if he was to be "played" with before eaten like he'd heard of from the fishers. He whimpered softly as his backend was raised from the ground, the orca's palm completely encasing his rear, young thighs spread as a half-hard young shaft dangled, balls held tight to the helpless body. A sniffle and a shiver, fins gripped the sand as his mind went wild, thinking about the many ways the orca could tear his feeble body limb from limb. He would ask the predator directly, but he preferably didn't want to know. "Mr. Orca, sir..." squeaked Nall, sniffing a bit as a tiny tear came to his eye, the predator turned his attention from the seal's backend to his face, his form quivering. The dual-colored behemoth simply looked amused, leaning close as Nall tried to shrink away as best as he could, "Call me Ebony, not Mr. Orca," he replied in a sensei's voice. Nall quickly nodded, half his face against the sand, "Ebony, please don't hurt me..." pleaded the helpless seal in a voice so afraid. Ebony just smiled again, his beak an inch away from the seal's ear, "Just don't struggle, it'll be easier." Nall nodded again, the orca leaning back as the seal tried his best to not be scared so shitless, and instead attempted to search for any sort of way to enjoy this instead - as long as he didn't struggle, he wouldn't be hurt... The orca's fin gave Nall's bubbly buttocks an adoring rub and squeeze, this time a high pitch emitted from the seal's maw. The large fin on his shoulders softened its pressure, and assuredly slid down and under to support his chest, lifting it and his face from the sand. Nall suddenly felt...slightly somewhat almost safer, having this strange feeling that the predator wasn't predator-ing him as he previously imagined. Now his mind began running with entirely new images, ones he had no idea were possible until that moment. Though soon his thought process was shattered and recompromised, having just felt the orca's thick fin-ger touch between his cheeks and at his tailhole; he'd only ever felt anything exit before. "Hmm...a nice tight virgin, a damn shame I can't take it..." Nall could feel Ebony frown slightly, however had no idea what he was talking about. The seal peeked over his shoulder, watching what he could of the orca's fin and his tush. He gasped loud and stared off at the rocks beyond the sands as Ebony's thick thumb plunged into his virgin anus, spreading the puckered flesh around a painfully thick digit. Small tears welled into the seal's eye as he clutched the fin supporting his chest, clenching fiercely around the thumb in his bum. The remained digits of Ebony's fin lovingly caressed the tender plumpness of Nall's cheeks, the thumb twisting and plunging deeper into him. The young seal could only gasp and whine, not sure if it counted as pain if he felt pleasure at the same time. The question soon answered itself as his palm held flat against the tight rear, opposable digit held fitted all the way into the virgin ass, and poking at something that sent unbelievable shocks of pleasure through his young body. Nall couldn't speak; he could hardly breath, yet his body pushed its haunches back against Ebony's fin. Natural lubricating juices made taking the thumb relatively easy, causing the seal to buck his hips to feel his prostate be stimulated again and again. His young cock pointed rock hard, throbbing and dripping small beads of amateur pre-seed onto the sand. The thumb twisted inside him again, showing no mercy against the defenseless prostate, as 2 girthy fin-gers reached beneath Nall and grasped the hypersensitive boy meat. Nall's breath caught in his throat as his hips spontaneously thrust against the caress of Ebony's digits, screaming lustfully during his very first orgasm, thin ropes of white semen fired into the sand. The seal's hips soon slowed, body and shaft going limp as he lost his energy. His heavy panting told Ebony he was still too inexperienced for any sort of real fun. He set the teen onto his back, pulling his fins away from the heaving chest and reddened tailhole, giving one his digits a lick, tasting the seal's essence, giving a look of disapproval, "Too thin," he speculated. A soft sigh given, he stood and head back to the waves to wash his fin of the greenhorn's cum and anal slickness; eyes fell to the meat hung between his own thighs, half-mast and getting softer. He shook his head disappointedly, "I guess I'll just have to wait until I get back home..." he sighed aloud, stepping into the waves to return to the ocean. A few minutes passed before Nall regained consciousness again, sitting up and rubbing his noggin. His eyes took a second or two to refocus, scents and sounds coming quicker. He looked about, it wasn't that much later than he thought it was, but he was very confused as to what happened in the previous hour or so. 'What that just a dream...?' he thought to himself, recalling Ebony and the sensations going through his body. He placed a fin on the ground to stand, and to his curiosity he found a drying puddle in the sand. A wondering nose sniffed the lifted fingers, and surprising it smelt strongly of him. 'Just a wet dream...' he reasoned, having heard of them amongst his friends. Standing erect and taking a step forward, he felt a sharp discomforting shooting through butthole, causing him to hold his knees together and hunch over a bit, putting paws over his rump. A cautious fin-ger felt about his anus, very gently prodding the swollen rim. A few realizations came to him from this undeniable evidence: 'It was definitely not a dream...', 'Do I tell my parents...?', and 'I won't be swimming right for a while...' He sighed heavily and tread carefully to sit in the rolling waves, shivering as the cold water lapped at his sore anal ring, let it felt somewhat better. Arms rested on folded knees, idly watching the horizon, thoughts whizzing wildly through his head once again. "What did he mean by he 'can't take it'?" Nall asked aloud, "And why was he licking me?" No answer came to him, only more questions. Ebony's likeness came to him again, rippling muscles and deep voice, yet his touch was so tender, and his speech almost comforting. He then realized he'd never told the orca his name. Nall blinked, raising an eyebrow to this regret, "He doesn't need to know my name, we'll probably never see each other again." Both eyebrows raised to such a thought, and then with a shake head he felt foolish to think he'd ever miss Ebony. Recollection returned to the shock of ecstasy when his climax hit, and began to think how wonderful it would be to feel it again. The option for another orca to bring this him was not even for consideration, so it could be best to seek another seal to bring this titillation to fruition. "Time to find a mate," Nall determined, enlightened to the idealism of a life partner and all the perks that came with it, "and consequences be damned!" His childhood came to an eye-opening end, and had him chomping at the bit to charge into adulthood, leaving the episode with Ebony behind him. \~ A year came and went for a grown Nall, his baby flub and fur replaced by adult muscle and blubber, with a child-laden wife named Gemn at his side. The time of mating season was upon the seal community again, and like last year Nall stole his love away to a secluded beach to escape the rambunctious hullabaloo of horny teenagers. Checkered clouds of gray and silver spread over the steel sky, comforting chill breaths of wind drifted along the damp sands. Nall was always overcome by a potpourri of emotions the very few times he visited this spot, yet only love and joy were recognized when Gemn was with him. They sat upon the darkened ground and held each other, enjoying the company of a mate. Nall scooped around her waist and lifted the laden-female into his lap, hugging about her shoulder and adoringly caressing her swollen stomach. "I remember when we first met," she whispered softly, "Last year, I was one of the few seals that wasn't mated, and I'd almost lost hope until you appeared out of nowhere and declared that I was yours." They giggled softly in the memory, snuggling close as a far off splash could be heard, but it didn't seem important. "It still seems incredible that we'll be parents soon," Nall thought aloud, Gemn blushing softly as they both looked to her well-rounded abdomen. "Charming," said an ominous voice behind them. Both seals jumped a foot in the air, Nall juggling his wife as he pivoted on his seat and fell back, Gemn sitting on his chest. They looked up in horror at the black and white behemoth crouched there, an unnerving smile upon his beak as he observed with mighty hungry eyes. Nall began to breathe heavily, then slid out carefully but quickly from under his wife and stood to guard her from the orca. The predator only chuckled sinisterly, lifting Nall with a single fin and tossing him aside, his peepers set on eating a succulent childbearing female. With a face-full of sand the discarded seal climbed back to his feet and looked on in terror as the orca lifted his screaming mate, feeling himself paralyzed and helpless, then he heard the hunter reply as Gemn tried to fight back: "Don't struggle, it'll be easier." The flood of emotions he received here suddenly made some sort of sense; the fear, the panic, the pain, the pleasure...he remembered how it all was created, and at the top of his lungs he yelled, "Ebony! Wait!" The orca indeed halted, looking over at Nall with a look of both curiosity and suspicion. Gemn was set on the ground, confused as well, yet relieved that said Ebony had stopped. The monochromatic giant approached the male seal - towering over his grown yet small form - fins on his black hips. Nall just looked up at him in horror, gulping slightly as he looked over his ivory chest, suddenly spotting the limp slab of pendulous meat hung between his thighs. Ebony crouched, hunched somewhat eye-to-eye with Nall. "How do you know me?" he asked, although he did not seek to have the seal reply. His fin held the small jaw and chin, cupping the bottom front of his head as he brought the terrified face close, Nall certain that he would piss himself. Ebony's jaw opened up and gave the already petrified harbor seal a front row seat of innumerable meat-shredding teeth and breath of devoured seal. His body went limp and trembling, eyes glued open and chest heaving to breathe through the large fin. A juicy, meaty tongue reached from Ebony's maw like a tentacle and licked Nall's forehead, tugging his brow up a bit before retreating back to the confines of his dangerous mouth, which closed and smacked its lips to analyze the taste. "Hmm...now I remember you," rumbled the orca's voice. He didn't smile, only giving the seal a bored expression, "Let me guess, you want me to eat you instead of your mate," he spoke, looking over his broad shoulder at the female seal now hiding behind the rocks, her head still in view as she gazed on in awe-struck fear. Nall saw her; relieved she was safe amongst the earth-made sanctuary, but then unsure of how to save himself. Ebony's attention returned to the seal in his grasp, releasing his hold a bit to let the prey respond. "Maybe I can give you something else than my life...?" Nall pleaded meagerly, quickly formulating a desperate plan from information he attained over the past year, praying that it would be enough to let them both live. Ebony, raised a brow, and sat back, the seal's body seating on his knee as his other fin accompanied the opposite leg-bender. "And what do you have to give me, seal?" he interrogated, looking up and down the calming body. "My anal virginity..." replied Nall with a feeble voice, gazing on in mild fret as he awaited a response. Ebony grinned at the developing situation, setting the seal in the sand as he spread his powerful thighs, releasing his prey. "You'd best get me nice and hard, then," said the orca. Nall nodded, hearing the warm voice he remembered so many months ago, and lowering his muzzle to the largest set of cock and orbs he'd ever seen. Gemn had done the same maneuver for him numerous times before, so he had a rather good idea of how to get this predator aroused. His fin cradled the heavy ballsac as well as he could, the other lifting the plump ivory penis and placing it to a pair of inexperienced lips, pressing a soft tongue to the bulbous head. Ebony gave a contenting hum as he reclined, patient to Nall getting him rigid. He gulped and continued licking the cock tip, feeling it and the shaft swell in his touch, finding it become more and more difficult to get a good grip on the organ. He brought both fins to hold onto the fat girth, looking down in amazement at such a size, now concerned what he might've gotten himself into - then mortified at the thought at what this would've done to him when he was younger. Nall opened his maw and took the tip into its confines, lashing the head with an eager tongue, tasting the salty potency as it swelled to full hardness inside his mouth. Slick pre dribbled from the hole at the top and was quickly lapped up. Ebony cupped the seal's cheek and stroked a thumb over his eyebrow, "Don't swallow too much of that, it's what'll make taking you easier," advised the orca, in that same mentoring voice from a year ago. Nall nodded and pulled the cock from his maw, using his fins to stroke the meat and his tongue to caress the head, spreading the pre liberally across the throbbing shaft, making sure to get as much lube over it as he possibly could. Ebony gave approving, subtle moans, reaching a fin down to fondle his own heavy orbs, grunting softly as a single shot of thick cum exploded over the seal's face and into his mouth. Nall gave a surprised gasp as the cock throbbed in his grip, still hard as rock, even after covering his face with more cream than he'd ever seen before. He could only gape in amazement, squeezing the orca's rigid shaft between his fins, quickly realizing that Ebony's spunk would make a fine lube and spreading it over the throbbing length as much as he could. The orca smiled through hooded eyes at the seal's attempts, stroking the smoothness of his head and cupping his cheek again. "Turn around and get on all fours, it's time to mount you," he smiled, his cock glistening in pre and thick cum. Nall nodded and turned around to face the empty beach in patient expectancy, trying to relax his anus while on his fins and knees. The sand shifted behind him, large, strong fins placed on his hips and thumbs parting his firm rump cheeks, "Ready or not, seal," said the orca, pressing the bulbous, swelled head against Nall's virgin hole. He gave a high gasp, trying to squeeze his rim tighter in attempts to keep the thick shaft out of him; he gulped and focused all his attention on relaxing, taking deep breaths so he wouldn't tense up - knowing full well that cock could split him open unless he took it willingly. Ebony hummed soothingly, pushing his hips forward to spread the virgin ass wider and wider with every inch. He'd pull back a little then forward a little bit more, sliding out an inch or so, then back in two inches. Nall bit his lower lip in the bewildering combination of pain and pleasure; he worried what it would've been like if it wasn't lubed at all. The seal whined and whimpered, gripping the sand as his mouth hung agape, soon giving a silent yelp when the orca thrust what felt like the last inch of his shaft into the stretched anus. The orca only thrummed deeply and softly, slowly pulling his slick cock back and forth through the seal's spread anus, Nall's hips humping against the predator's gentle thrusts. The world spun and melded, that familiar sensation in his prostate driving him to delirium; time had no meaning at all when Ebony's hips pounded back and forth, pendulous orbs bumping against the seal's each time he thrust forward. The orca leaned forward, pressing his broad chest to Nall's plump backside, strong fins setting atop the seal's in the sand, quickly jabbing his girthy cock deep into the virgin anus again and again. Ebony echoed to Nall -whom didn't respond; the orca's own breathing seemed regular and normal while the seal's was rapid and shallow. Inky eyes shot open when the last few - and thickest - inches hilted inside the seal, and what felt like a geyser erupted inside his bowels; the only noise Ebony made was a long, rocky trill. Their bodies held tight together as what felt like an eternity but only a few minutes while Ebony's load split into Nall, one wave of searing cum then the next; another's shot seal fired against the sand, seal-spunk trailing underneath his body as his stomach swelled a just barely noticeable measure. Nall's anus remained stretched around the thick phallus imbedded inside him, returning to its width prior the copious flow of semen. Ebony gently rolled his hips as he let his partner lay flat on the sand, soft moans leaking from the tired seal; a comforting afterglow settled upon them both as Ebony wrapped tree branch-sized arms around Nall, careful to give his exhausted body space to breathe. Ebony set his fins on the Nall's hips again and slid his shaft out, cum spilling over the seal's thighs. He stepped away and let Gemn see to her husband, walking to the shore and washing his package of cum. The orca looked over his shoulder at the couple, and gave a fair warning, "You and your wife may go, but I will not see you trespassing on my beach again, savvy?" And with that he dove into the waves and out to sea to hunt. \~\~ Peace, Love, and Oatmeal Cream Pies

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Title: 90% True Ch. 06 Tags: teenagers, plot, stories, polygamy **Chapter 6 -- Better Than Expected** \- - - *Author's note: Thanks for hanging out with me through chapter 5, I know there wasn't any overt sex, but I hope the story titillated and excited you enough to stick with it. This chapter is also heavy on the plot, but definitely more sexiness. I hope you stay tuned though, because I promise you, chapter 7 will more then make up for all this plot. Also, a huge thank you to everyone who leaves comments / 5 star ratings. Your feedback encourages me to keep writing, and I love you... no really... I... I love you. \*sniff\** \- - - "No, no, no," My wife Ann called as she chased me into the living room. "Un uh," she said shaking her head, "You're not going to get away with that. I want to hear what happened when you told Jen that you'd cheated on her with Keri. I'm not waiting for a couple more days for that." I chuckled again, her anger was actually a little amusing to me. Not the healthiest way to feel about your wife, but I had totally set her up only to leave her hanging. "Sweety, think of me as Scheherazade. You don't get all of your tales in one night." Ann literally shoved my shoulder and pushed me towards the couch. "No way," she said as she pushed me back towards the couch, "I'm no homicidal king and you sure as fuck aren't a story telling virgin." "Well," I raised one eyebrow, "You're no king at least." She shook a fist at me, "Yeah and if you want to make sure I'm not homicidal, you keep talking mister." I relented, "Okay, fine, I give up. So Keri and I had a little lunch date in the car that Monday. Well my whole week was crazy full of sexual tension as the school rumor mill went nuts with the fact that she and I had hooked up and that apparently I had a huge cock." \- - - "For the love of god Melly," I whispered at her looking around to see that no one nearby could hear us. "I swear, I'm just average sized." The overweight blonde girl chuckled and hid her laugh behind her hand. She shook her head no, "Nope, no way Pete. It was one thing when it was a rumor, but then Staci said she confirmed it." She put her hands on her hips and glared at me with mock anger. "How did Staci confirm that anyways and why not let me confirm it?" Melly laughed as my face went a deep shade of crimson, "I don't know, but seriously Melly..." I tried to convince the chubby friend of mine that this was all getting blown out of proportion. I was well aware that my dick, a little over seven inches long, wasn't anything that unusual. I did have a decent thickness to my shaft, but nothing of porn quality proportions or anything like that. Certainly not like the rumor that was going around the school that I was hung like a horse. Melly waved her hands, barely able to control her laughing fits. "Peter, you've got half of the single girls in our grade interested in your dick, and probably half of the attached girls too, and you're trying to convince everyone that you're not well hung?" She laughed again and had to pause to catch her breath, "Do you realize how crazy that is?" I didn't know how to respond to that. I'd always been popular with the kids in my school. But it was only because I was very friendly and treated everyone really well. I'd been raised to try to make everyone else feel as comfortable as possible, even if it was at my own expense sometimes. Because of that, I felt comfortable saying there were very few people in my senior grade that didn't like me and consider me a friend. A good chunk of the juniors and underclassmen as well. But while I was friendly, I'd always been a little nervous with women, and that nervousness meant that I never closed the deal with any of my classmates. It wasn't until I met Jen in my junior year that I really had any luck with women. She'd been drawn to my athletic runners build as she was also a healthy casual athlete. She liked my confidence and charisma and when we were introduced at a party, she'd been the one to make the first move and kiss me. I remember it was October then and we went for a walk outside. I'd slipped on some slick fallen leaves and she actually caught me as I started to fall backwards. After straightening me upright she'd pulled me to her and kissed me for the first time. I asked her out after that and we'd dated ever since. We had sex with each other a few months after that, each of us giving the other our virginity. We had both been absolutely awful at sex at first. Just really the terrible fumbling sex that seventeen year olds have while thinking that they might be doing a good job. But some part of me knew that we weren't very good. So over the summer between our junior and senior year I went on a mission to improve. I read books at the library about sex. I watched 'how to' type porno videos that I bought at the local adult store. My fake ID came into use buying porn before it ever did for booze, which always amused me since I'd been sneaking into bars and drinking since sixteen. But most of all, Jen and I got a lot of practice. By the time her eighteenth birthday rolled around on new years eve of this past year, I felt confident to say that we were at least pretty good at sex, if not great. In the last month, Jen and I had a threesome with Nina, had swapped partners with Rich and Nina in a hotel room orgy, and now I'd deflowered one of my good friends at school who was apparently in love with me. Just to add to this, I had cheerleaders and other cute girls in my grade talking to me and flirting with me like never before. But despite all of this, I just couldn't think of myself as a ladies man. I still felt comfortable talking to women, but the idea of closing the deal with them seemed so out of place to me. I was that good guy that everyone liked, not the guy that had threesomes, wasn't I? I asked Melly, "But I'm just Pete, the nice guy. I'm not some crazy Don Juan that makes the ladies swoon." Melly shook her head and turned to pick up her backpack, "You're wrong Pete, because apparently now you're both." With that the chubby friend of mine turned and walked away down the hall, leaving me to ponder the situation. Could it be true? Was I turning into one of those guys? I know that my guy friends had been almost in awe of me when the details of some of my sex life had started to slip out. Well, the guys who believed it at least. I had more then one person tell me flat out that he didn't believe the lies that I was spreading. That bothered me of course. I was used to being the nice guy, the guy everyone liked. But now it was like there were a few people in the school who looked at me like a liar or braggart, even though I wasn't the one starting or spreading the rumors. I sighed and headed off to my typing class, knowing I'd see my most recent lover, Keri, there. We'd been chatting on the phone, and I knew she was trying to play it cool, but really wanted to 'hook up' with me on a more permanent basis. She wanted to be my girlfriend, and she wanted Jen gone. I sat down in the class room and took the assignment sheet for that day's work. I knew I could blow through it in five or ten minutes, leaving me more then half an hour to screw off. I fired up the Apple II and began to start the task. My fingers flew across the keys and I was already a quarter of the way done with it before the second bell rang to start the class. "Jesus Pete," Keri said to me as she slid into the chair next to me and flipped on her computer, "Type much?" I grinned at her, she knew that I was a touch typist and had been for a few years. I worked part time at a local computer store. We built and repaired computers, created website, ran a network gaming room, a whole bunch of things. One of the reasons the owner of the small business hired me is because I worked for peanuts and I could type over forty words per minute without ever looking at my keyboard. She whispered to me as her computer booted up and I approached the one third mark of the assignment, "Hey, slide me a copy then we can 'chat' for the rest of the class?" I nodded, feeling a little guilty. Most of the keyboarding class was underclassmen that took it in their freshmen year. But Keri and I were seniors who were literally just taking it for the credit. Both of us could already touch type, and the teacher knew it. So he let us sit in the very back row of the class room and as long as we turned in the assignment at the end of class, we got to do pretty much anything we wanted. We usually whispered very quietly when we were done with our assignments, but more often we would 'chat' with the computer screens. I'd type something on my screen, she'd read it, then type a response on her screen. I'd read her screen then type a response on mine. It wasn't the best system, nothing like the AOL instant messenger I had on my home computer, but it worked for us. I probably would have felt a little more guilty about basically cheating on the assignment, but I was excited to 'chat' with Keri today. We'd had phone sex last night and I was just feeling social. I banged out the rest of the assignment as the teacher was still up front explaining it to the rest of the class. Then saving it to my floppy disk, I passed the disk to Keri. She loaded the file, changed my name to hers, and then passed the disk back. Just for the sake of authenticity, she then went in and threw in a few typos, because she was no where near as good a typist as me. Once that was done she saved her file to her data disk, which had to be turned in at the end of every class for the grade, and then opened a new file so we could chat. "I had fun last night," she typed out, "But not as much fun as if you'd been there." I grinned and nodded, "Yeah, but then again, I don't need you walking around bow legged and getting the rumor mill even worse." She typed, "You love it. I heard Staci, Heather B, and Jen C. all talking in the locker room after gym class. Apparently Staci is saying that the rumors are true." Keri frowned for a moment and then typed, "that's not all she said." I raised an eyebrow and typed out, "Oh? What aren't you telling me?" Keri sighed audibly and then typed out, "She must not have known I was in the locker room, or at least that I couldn't hear her. Because she said that she and Dave have been fighting and if he doesn't shape up, she's going to dump him and just start going out with you." I chuckled quietly as my fingers danced across the keyboard, "Good to know that I have a choice in the matter I guess." She smiled, "Well, she is arguably the prettiest girl in the school, at least in the top five." I took a deep breath. Staci was in my opinion the hottest girl in the entire school. Five and a half feet tall, full C cup breasts, a perfectly toned absolutely perfectly proportioned body, and a face that could be on a magazine. The dirty blonde haired cheerleader had absolutely factored into my masturbation fantasies a few times over the last few years. I knew that if I had a chance to fuck her, I'd have taken it without a doubt in my mind. It annoyed me though, that this girl, decided that if she was done with her football player boyfriend, she could just turn around and have me. Then again, maybe I was more annoyed at the fact that she was right. I sighed, "Hey, look, why would I even look at her when I've got you?" Keri didn't type a response, she simply folded her arms across her petite tight breasts and looked at me. Her look was all I needed, as if she was saying, 'you're not fooling me with that bullshit.' I pressed my luck and said, "Or maybe Staci and you could share!" She glared at me even harder and then typed out, "I gave that a lot of thought actually." I was shocked but waited to see what Keri was going to type. She continued, "I really want to be with you. I'm not gay, but if you decided that you wanted to have a threesome type of relationship, I'd be willing to talk about that." "WHAT?" I typed all in caps, my fingers pounding the keys far harder then needed. "Well," she typed back, "It's not that I'd WANT to share you with another woman, but, I mean..." She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, "I mean that we're young, and this is when we're supposed to kind of... experiment right? 18 yrs old, about to go off to college. I don't know how I'd feel about licking another woman's..... but I mean, it might not be too bad sharing you." I gawked. She knew I was meeting with Jen and Nina tonight and I wondered if this wasn't a ploy. I typed out, "If you're just saying that to try to get me to break up with Jen..." My fingers paused as I realized I didn't know what the end of that sentence would be. She shook her head, her blonde hair, slightly tussled, flying around her head wildly, "No, I'm serious. I mean, I've only had sex with you that one time, but I know I want to again. I like..." She paused for several seconds before finishing, "... I ache to feel that way again. I mean, as it is, with things how they are now, I'm already kind of sharing you aren't I? I mean you're more Jen's boyfriend then you are mine." I nodded. I wouldn't even say that Keri and I were boyfriend and girlfriend yet, but she'd decided we were in some capacity, and I wasn't willing to change that mental image. So instead I typed out, "So Staci huh?" Keri pulled a face of disgust, "Ugh, no. It would have to be someone that didn't make me look like an ugly little boy in comparison." I scowled, "You're beautiful and you know it, don't type things like that." She responded, "Well, I'm nothing next to Staci. She's a 10, I'm like a 6 or a 7 maybe." I shook my head, "A 9, easily." She smiled, "You're sweet when you lie." Keri was really pretty, she had a very cute face, and a nice body, though it was slim and trim. But I was lying I suppose. I would have put Keri at about a seven on a scale of one to ten, not a nine. But there are some things you just don't say. So I changed my tact, "So who then? I really don't want someone that I'm not attracted too, like Melly." Keri smiled, and I thought to myself that it was the type of smile a fisherman has when he has one on the line and begins to reel in his catch. "Oh," she typed, "I've actually got a few in mind. I started floating the idea to two or three girls that I know you wouldn't oppose too yesterday. I got mixed reviews, but the whole 'big dick' thing is totally working in your favor. Since my mom works night shift and doubles a lot, you know we could have parties at my house a lot more often too. Nana can't hear a damn thing, and my mom wouldn't have a problem with a girl sleeping in my room. We'd just have to sneak you in and out past Nana." I sighed and leaned back in my chair for a few moments as I thought. I was ashamed of myself for already thinking this through. It was like I was already assuming that Jen and I were going to break up. It wasn't right. Finally I typed out, "Well, let's put that on the back shelf for now. Let me see what happens this weekend with Jen, okay?" She nodded and began to type but then quickly nodded her head forwards and typed, "clear screen, Mr. Brown coming." She then closed out the word processor file she had been typing in and pulled up the copy of today's assignment. Hitting CTRL X to cut out the last few paragraphs she looked at her assignment sheet and began retyping the cut information. I pulled up my assignment, but didn't bother faking that I was working on it. Mr. Brown, the typing teacher would know better then to think I wasn't done by now. He walked behind us and gave us a friendly nod as he glanced at our screens. He didn't really care what we did as long as we were quiet, respectful, and turned in the assignment every day, but that didn't mean he didn't like to keep up appearances. As he began walking away, Keri hit CTRL V and re-pasted her assignment back together. Then at the bottom she typed to me, "Think it was obvious we weren't working?" I nodded, "Probably, why don't we pretend to get some work done for the next ten minutes or so, just to make him happy. Then I promise, I'll call you on Saturday, or as soon as I'm free this weekend, cool?" Keri nodded, then typed out a smile face followed by a less than sign and a three. I pondered that for a minute. I knew she was doing the sign for a smiley face and then a heart, but it struck me that it was a less then sign and a three. It was like she was saying 'happiness is less then three.' the ramifications of which, considering our conversation, were vast. I couldn't get out of school fast enough that day. I'd been talking to Jen as well all week trying to get her to tell me what she had in store for today. She'd told me I'd need my car, a change of clothes, and that I wouldn't be coming home Friday night. I was glad she told me that last part, because I was scheduled to work on Saturday. I called in and asked if I could pick up a shift or two during the week instead. Since it was mid January, business was slow and my boss had no problem with it. I'd packed that morning, so I left straight from my school over to Jen and Nina's private school. I picked them up and they were ready and waiting for me as I pulled into the lot. As they walked to my car, I was struck how sexy and beautiful they both were. How could I throw away Jen for Keri? Hell, how could I throw away Nina for Keri? I felt like a dirty filthy dog for having cheated on the two of them. The fact that Jen had lied to me and had been telling me one thing so she could fuck Nina alone didn't even occur to me in that moment of doubt. I couldn't be mad at them, only feel guilty for what I'd done. They slid into my truck and Jen leaned over to give me a deep kiss. Nina popped into the back seat, and pushed aside a large duffel bag. She leaned forwards and planted a kiss on my cheek as I said hello. I sighed, I didn't want to lose my girlfriend and this curvy blonde in my backseat. But I knew I had to tell them what happened last weekend. "Where too?" I asked, dodging the question for now. "Let's go to the diner," Jen said referring to our favorite little local diner in her town. Our whole gang of friends would eat there, they were very good to us, unlike other restaurants which would give a gang of teenagers the rush out. The place she was talking about would have no problem with letting us take a back corner booth and just drink iced teas for two hours or more. We always tried to be respectful and leave good tips whenever we did that. Some of the chain diners in our area would rush us out the moment we were done eating, or harass us to leave if we tried to just order coffee. But Jen followed up her suggestion with words that made my stomach drop out, "We need to have a serious talk." My mind whirled as I put my truck in gear and began the drive. I tried to think if there was anyone who went to my school who was dating someone from her school. There very well could be, I knew everyone in my grade, but not who everyone was dating. I certainly didn't know all of the underclassmen either, it could be one of them. My night with Keri was still hot on the rumor mill even today, almost a week later. Plus there was the whole 'Pete's hung like a horse' thing that was going around. I swallowed audibly as I pulled out of the parking lot, "Uh, is everything ok? Usually 'we need to talk' is what's said right before someone breaks up with someone else." Jen turned and looked at Nina in the back seat and the two were silent. "Oh god!" I cried out, "You're breaking up with me?" I should have seen it coming but still, it was painful. "No Pete!" Nina cried from the back seat, "Calm down." "Yeah," Jen said, bobbing her chocolate hair frantically, "It's not that, it's just that..." She paused and I could swear I could hear the gears turning in her head, "I just want to sit down and get something to drink ok? We need to talk about our relationship is all. You, me, Nina, we need to figure some things out, that's all. I swear." My teeth grit together and I found that my palms and armpits were sweating. This was almost worse, they hadn't found out about me and Keri yet. Had they? God, I still had to tell them. I snapped on the radio and drove quickly to the diner as the two women talked about some test they had that day. Once we were there my next shock came about, Jen slid into the booth next to Nina instead of me. I tried not to read too much into it as we ordered some drinks and food. Jen looked at Nina, I think for support, and I noticed that Nina's hand was on Jen's leg. The blonde gave Jen a slight nod and Jen turned back to me and started a conversation that will be forever etched into my mind. "Okay," she said slowly, "There's no good way to go into this so I'm going to jump in and then we can talk about it." She took a deep breath, "I love you, I want us to still be together, but I want to start sleeping with other people." I blinked, my jaw didn't drop, I just sat there stone still and looked at her. She continued, "I can't imagine breaking up with you, I love you so much. But lately I just feel like I need to get out there and do a little more exploring. You may have noticed that Nina and I aren't just your girlfriends, we've really gotten closer to each other." She stopped talking as our drinks were dropped off. I raised the iced coffee I'd ordered to my lips mechanically and drank it, completely stunned. Jen pushed her drink aside and leaned forwards to whisper, "When I first set up the threesome on my birthday I admit I was curious. I wanted to see what it would be like to have sex with a woman. But Pete, I gotta tell you, I didn't just like it, I loved it. I mean, you know how much I like sex with you, but I like sex with women just as much." "Wait," I said. I saw Nina grimace out of the corner of my eye. I'd picked up on something Jen just said, "What do you mean 'women' are there others besides Nina?" Jen licked her lips and nodded, "Yeah." "So, you've been cheating on me with other women?" I asked stunned. Jen simply nodded. Nina quietly added, "we both have Pete, I'm sorry." Jen spoke up, "There's two girls at my school, you don't know them, but they..." She cleared her throat and then shook her head slightly before continuing, "Well, they're both gay. I mean everyone knows they both are lesbians. So, I don't know how, but somehow it got out that Nina and I were sneaking around, and they approached us. Last weekend the four of us went up to one of their parent's cabins by chestnut ridge and had a sleepover weekend." "You lied to me about your uncle then?" I asked numbly, still not fully comprehending that my girlfriend was far more gay then I thought. She nodded, "I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to tell you. One of the two is bi, and might have been ok with you coming, but the other girl, totally gay. She wouldn't have allowed it, and if she would have said no, then the first girl would have bailed too.." I sighed, "I just want you to know, if you had been honest with me and told me... well... I mean, I would have given you a disposable camera to take along and begged for pictures, but I would have been okay with it." Jen looked like she might start crying, so Nina put an arm around her shoulders and said, "Pete, we want to make it up to you though." I eyed Nina, now was the perfect time to tell them about Keri. I opened my mouth to say something but Jen spoke first, "I want to keep exploring... things.... but I don't want you to feel like you're not important to me anymore. So Heather, one of the two from last weekend, agreed to have a little party with us." Nina grinned and said, "That is, if you think you can handle three horny bisexual girls at once?" I bit my lip now, "Wait, before this goes any farther, I need to know something. I need to know how serious you are about making this an open relationship." Jen reached across and took one of my hands in both of hers, "Totally serious. If you feel like we aren't enough for you, or you don't get to see us enough, I won't complain if you maybe go out with someone else once in a while." I shook my head no, "Look, I see three choices here. We are either going to have to have a normal relationship." I turned to Nina and said, "Sorry Nina, but that means just me and her, no others." Then back to Jen, "Choice two is we are going to have to break up, you go your way, I go mine." Jen did start to cry then, a sniffle and a single tear fell from her eye, but I continued, "Or three, we really have an open relationship. You understand that I love you, but we're going to be free to experiment on our own. No tracking down who the other person is with, no getting upset if someone is out with someone else, whatever. I won't ever break plans with you or anything, and you'll still be my girlfriend, but if you choose to go out with some guy or girl and have sex, I don't need to know about it. Likewise, I'm going to finally start responding to those flirts at school." "Choice three, choice three!" Jen practically shouted as she began laughing and wiping away her tears. "That's fine, that's what I want. I want you to be happy, but I just need to explore a little more about what this is...I don't think I'm gay, I love sex with you way too much, but this is all so new. I just can't be shackled and worry about what it's going to mean to you." Nina smiled at us both, but then she noticed the look on my face and stated, "There's something else isn't there Pete?" I nodded, "I knew you were cheating on me last weekend and I did something I kind of regret. I slept with someone else." Jen laughed. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Then quickly ducking her head as she realized we were in a public restaurant she said, "are you fucking kidding me? I've been tearing myself up inside over the last week over cheating on you and you cheated on me?" She started laughing, and again tears started to roll down her face, but this time I think they were happy tears. Then she threw up her hands, and said, "Fuck it, we're even I guess!" Nina laughed then and cheered, "yay, happy ending for everyone!" Like a fool I pointed out, "Actually, Jen's still one or two up on me." The girls looked confused and I explained, holding out my fingers to represent Jen and Myself. "Number of people I've slept with, three, Jen, Nina, and last weekend girl. Number of people that Jen's slept with now, five. Me, Nina, Rich, and the two lesbians." Nina cleared her throat and Jen sighed, "I guess I'm at six actually. There's another girl at school who..." I cut her off, "Whatever, the point is I'm way behind here." Jen grinned, "Well, we can try to help close that gap a little bit then this weekend." I was going to ask what she meant exactly, but our food came and we were all silent as we waited for the waitress to leave again. Afterwords all Jen would say was "you'll see." We actually let our conversation drift into a normal topic while we ate, and it was somewhat relaxing just to be talking about normal things again. Jen kept looking at the time on her beeper all throughout the meal though and finally I asked, "Are you waiting for someone to page you or is it that you have to be somewhere at a certain time?" Nina answered for Jen as the brunette's mouth was full of turkey club sandwich at the moment, "Both actually, Heather said she'd page us between five and six. When she does we have to hustle over to her place and pick her up." Jen swallowed and said, "Then all four of us are going to go back up to her parents cabin and have some fun. As long as you don't mind driving that is." Did I mind driving three horny bisexual women to a remote cabin? Gee, let me think about that for a little while. I let a large fake sigh slip my chest and said, "Oh I suppose so." Then Jen leaned forwards and asked, "Do you still have the blankets and pillows in your truck?" I nodded, "Of course, why?" Jen got a devilish look on her face and said, "Because, it's been almost three weeks since you and I had sex last. Do you know that? We haven't gotten down since my birthday. I'm..." I cut her off, "Uh, well, we had sex at Rich's going away party actually." She slapped her forehead, "Yes, I forgot, I'm sorry. Well, anyways, I was thinking that if you trusted Nina to drive, you and I could put the back seats down and we could have some fun on our way up to the cabin." I smiled from ear to ear, "That's my girl." Shortly after, Jen's pager went off. We finished our meals very quickly and then went to the bathroom before our car trip, and also to freshen up. Following the directions as Jen gave them to me, we quickly made our way over to this girl Heather's house. Heather seemed very pleasant, but also a little nervous. She was average height and had very bright orange red hair. A true 'ginger' if ever I'd met one, she had an upturned nose that reminded me of Keri in a way. Bright green eyes and flaming orange red hair that fell from her head in an unrestrained avalanche of waves. Her skin was very pale where it wasn't dotted with tan freckles, but from what I saw of her that wasn't very much. The girl was one giant freckle with some skin showing basically. What threw me a little is when we pulled up and all got out of the SUV, I began folding down the seats and laying out blankets and pillows for Jen and I. Looking up however, the woman came bouncing out of the house and ran straight to Jen. She wrapped Jen in a big hug and the two started tongue kissing right there on the street. Then Nina came up and squeezed the redhead's ass. Getting her attention Heather turned and began kissing Nina equally passionately. I felt a stirring in my jeans already as Jen brought Heather over and introduced her. "Nice to finally meet the legend," she said shaking my hand. I smiled, "I don't know about all that. Hop in the truck, Nina's going to drive and Jen and I are going to be in the back." She grinned and looked over at Jen, "Oh, do I get to see him in action before we even get to the cabin then?" Jen just laughed as she nodded. With a little bit of apprehension I gave my keys to Nina and then Jen and I climbed into the back, our feet towards the back of the SUV and our heads behind the front seat. Heather climbed into the passenger seat and set a large travel bag between her feet as Nina climbed in. Jen pulled me to her and began kissing me. It felt so good to be making out with my girlfriend again that I didn't even notice it when the car started and Nina began to drive. I found that I didn't even mind when I heard Heather, a stranger to me, turn around and start watching us as Jen and I began stripping each others clothes off. \- - - "Hold up, hold up, hold up," Ann said waving her hand in the air. Are you telling me that Jen didn't even care that you cheated on her because she'd been dyking out with some redhead?" I nodded, "Actually, Heather and apparently two other girls from her school. I guess in the mid 90s at an all girls private school, it was sort of a thing." "So you and Jen started having sex in the back seat of the car as Nina was driving?" Ann asked me and I could see that she was getting excited. My wife's nipples were hard and she was beginning to breathe more heavily. "Come on baby, let's go to the bedroom, maybe I'll show you some of the things Jen and I did in the back of my SUV." Then I reached down and grabbed my wife by both of her hands and pulled her to her feet and led her to the bedroom in the back of our house.

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Title: Down by the Lake Ch. 02 Tags: drama The week after Dave left, we fell into a routine; Madge busily cleaning the house, me outside doing the maintenance I had been ignoring. Using my tractor, I mowed the dry grass around the house, then switching to a blade filled in some holes in the drive way. After that I hooked on the trailer and hauled fire wood down from the trees behind the house. Madge meanwhile, went through every room in the house; cleaning, dusting, washing all the linens.When I would see her, she was all covered with dust. After a couple days she was running out of clothes, so she borrowed a t-shirt of mine, and I must admit it looked much better on her. Especially with her nipples poking through the cotton. Dave left on Saturday, and by Wednesday night I realized Madge was washing the same clothes every other day. Considering the little we had brought up the hill, she didn't have much. Thursday morning I went out to the barn, pulled the dust cover off the '66 Mustang, checked all the fluids, made sure the tires were properly inflated, started her up, watched the gauges. She had been sitting a good seven months, but fired on the first try. After a minute she settled into a pleasant idle, as if waiting to go. I quietly pulled her up to the house just in time for lunch. Madge had lunch on the table as I walked in, so I washed up and sat down. While we ate I coughed, then asked how she was doing for clothing. "Oh, ok, I guess." "Nonsense. I've noticed the same blouse every other day. How long would it take you to get ready for some shopping?" With a happy squeal she shouted, "Really? Where will we go? I don't care, I can be ready in ten minutes." And she was gone! (My sense of survival kicked in and I realized I had better eat now or forget it). I was still swallowing while she was standing at the door, tapping her foot. Slipping my wallet in my back pocket, I took my time ambling to her while she gave me a look that said 'Hurry up'. In less than ten minutes that woman had changed clothes, washed up, brushed her hair and applied make up. She was motivated. We stepped onto the porch and when she saw the Mustang, she cooed , "Oooh, nice." I held the passenger door open for her, and for my effort got a smile and, "Thank you sir". As we drove she wanted to know where we were going, what could she get, why was I doing this, how much she could go, where did I get the car... I finally just called 'time'. "Naomi spotted her sitting with a 'for sale' sign and just had to have her. I restored her, Naomi drove her everywhere. We'll cruise down to the South Hill Mall. They have good shops, and I'm sure we can find what you need. I'm doing this because you need clothes, and while it would be interesting watching you run around in next to nothing, that isn't why I offered you a place to stay. How much you get is open, we'll see what we find, but you'll probably want some shorts, tops, and how are you fixed for underware?" Sigh,"You're right, I do need all of that and more. I didn't realize how little I had left until you brought it up." "Ok, lets do this. We'll start at Sears for pants and tops, then go from there. I have to warn you though...I haven't been clothes shopping with a woman in years so I'm out of practice." At the mall, I parked away from other cars as I've learned there are idiots out there that really don't care if they ding up someone else's car, but howl if a bird craps on theirs. We strolled into the mall, Madge holding my left arm lightly, but firmly. Our first stop was Sears, where she quickly picked out half a dozen tops, three or four shorts, several pants and some things in the underwear section, then led me to the changing rooms. There are no seats for men to wait on, so I was one of four men idling away, while their women tried things on. Women would come out, ask their husband's opinions, then disappear back into their cubicle. Finally Madge appeared. And all the men perked up as she walked over to me. Now, she was just in tan jeans and a light top, but those guys couldn't take their eyes off her. One wife came out and had to nudge her husband. "You know you have an audience, don't you?" "Do you like this on me? Oh, I hadn't noticed them. What do you think, should we get this?" "Turn around, slowly. Yes, it's perfect fit, and the top goes great with your hair and eyes." "You just wanted to check out my butt, wait, you know my eye color?" "From day one." She gave a little spin and strolled back to the cubicles, looking over her shoulder at me. Then threw a little extra wiggle into her walk while looking me in the eye. When she came back out she was dressed, with her selections over her arm, ready to check out. "Don't you need to try more on?" "Nope. These will do. Can we go find some shoes, maybe a jacket next?" We moved down the mall, first hitting a shoe store for some new training shoes, a pair of dressy boots, sandals, and a couple other shoes I can only call stylish. Then another shop where she found 'just the right jacket'. I have to say it looked perfect on her, snug around her waist, shapely over her breasts. Across from them was a lingerie shop, and she pulled me to the display in the window, "Can we go in? Just to look around? Please?" Now I have to tell you, I hadn't been in one of these shops in many years, and it had been a form of agony back then. Well, I was breaking out in a cold sweat, stammering I'd wait in the mall. But Madge would have none of that, "Don't be silly, you'll be fine. We're just going to look anyway." As we stepped in a clerk asked if she could be of help, then suddenly said, "*Madge*?" "Jeannie! When did you start here? How have you been? " "Well, let's see, you and I were at Macy's for Christmas, we were let go after New Years, and I lost track of you. One day at Macy's I had a conversation with a lady I was helping. Mrs. Patrick. She was the owner of this shop, and wasn't happy with the girl she had in here. She asked me to stop in when I had a chance, and when the Christmas rush was over, I had a lot of time so I dropped in. The girl that was working here was slovenly and rude, and I knew why sales were way down. When Mrs. Patrick came out of the office, she took a look at me, then the other girl and asked me to step into the office. Girl, that had to be the fastest interview I've ever had. Within five minutes she asked me when I could start, and five minutes after that she had me signed up and the other girl fired." "Wow, that worked well for you. Oh, by the way, This is my boss, Josh Murphy. He's helping me out some." Madge filled her in about the last seven months, and where she had met me. Jeannie's brows went up when she heard I was buying clothes for Madge, "Well, if I had known there was such a knight out there, I might have tried my luck." "Easy girl, this knight is taken." With that, they broke into gleeful laughter and strolled further into the shop. I just tagged along, looking at the two of them. What a contrast...Madge, with her feminine shape, and flowing auburn hair and Jeannie, a few years younger, slim, almost boyish in shape, although you would never mistake her shapely butt for a boy's. Her hair was a light brown, tending towards blonde, cut close to her face. As they moved from rack to rack, they were catching up with each other, and from the way they rubbed against each other I sensed just how comfortable they were together. Jeannie would remove a set here and a set there, handing them to Madge, and after tweny or thirty minutes, led her back to a changing room, then showed me a bench I could wait on, "Can I get you something...water, maybe?" "Not right now, but thanks. Shouldn't you be doing something?" "Oh, I am," She said with a smile, "I'm helping you spend money." "And what makes you think I'm spending?" Again she smiled, "Two things; one, I've seen how you look at her, and two, wait until she shows you what she's trying on. I've been here long enough to know what effect she will have. She's already a beauty, wait 'til you see the icing.' That's when Madge stepped out from behind the curtain. I audible caught my breath. "Told you." Madge strode to me, did a slow turn looking over her shoulder. If I hadn't known how gorgeous she was, I did now. She was wearing a light green set. It just covered the tips of her breasts, the pink of her nipples peeking through the material. The panties barely covered any more, riding high on her hips, sweeping gracefully over her cheeks and between her legs. When she faced me again, the material came to just above her pussy, leaving some auburn hair exposed over the top. "Oh honey," Said Jeannie, "we're going to have to mow that lawn if you're going to wear something like this." "Josh, what do you think? Do you like this on me...should we trim the lawn...can you speak?" "Don't laugh at me. I'm an old man, so much beauty in one minute like this could kill me. You look marvelous, and Jeannie, you're right-it is icing." "What else do you have back there?" Madge spun, strolled back behind the curtain, Jeannie following with offers of help. They didn't close the curtain all the way, I could watch them in the wall mounted mirror. Madge quickly removed the set, while Jeannie selected another. I could see Madge clearly. She bent forward, sliding the next panties up her legs, her breasts swinging freely, the nipples standing out. As she stood, Jeannie slid another bra over Madge's breasts, her hands lingering in a gentle caress. Madge leaned back, her cheek brushing Jeannie's. They exchange whispers, then looked at me in the mirror. Slowly, Jeannie's hands brought the back straps together, hooking them, then she held the curtain open for Madge. Again, I was looking at a vision of loveliness. She was breathing rapidly, and her eyes had a lidded, smoky look, "Do you like what you see? Shall we get it?" All I could do was nod. Words just couldn't get past my dry lips. Madge looked at me again then stepped into the dressing room. She came back out a few minutes later, dressed, with several items in her hand. As we stepped to the register, Jeannie commented what good choices Madge had made, and only wished she could afford them. Madge looked at me with a raised eyebrow, so, I turned to Jeannie telling her to pick something, and add it to my account. "Josh, can we invite Jeannie up to the cabin? I'd like to catch up with her more, and she could model her choice for you." "Sure. When are you off next Jeannie?" "I have to be here over the weekend, but I'm off Monday and Tuesday, so I can do it either day." "Josh, do you mind if she's there both days?' "No, not at all. I'm sure we'll enjoy having her up there." After we finished the business part of our conversation, I wrote out directions to the cabin, including my phone number in case she got lost. Madge and I were headed in the direction of the Mustang, when once again she was tugging on my arm, this time pulling me into a cafe. We sat at a table away from others. She insisted I sit next to her, then moved right against me. In a low voice she said, "I really want to thank you for all this, but I also want to ask you something." "Sure, what is it? She was interrupted by the waitress, asking if we would like to order. "Two coffees, please. And a couple Danish." I could see Madge mulling her question, then she asked when I had felt the 'tingle' with my wife. As I thought back to when we had met, the hum of the cafe receded into the background. "It was while I was in the Navy. I was staying with a shipmate, Earl, and his wife at their apartment in Long Beach. One day I was working on my car-well under it actually-and this great pair of legs slowly walked by. All I could see was high heels, legs and shorts. I tried getting a better look, but by the time I scooted out, she was walking away from me. Later that night we were playing cards when a friend of theirs came in; she was about my height, very nicely curved, still in shorts and heels. She was wearing a light, tight sweater, her hair was platinum blonde. Madge, right then my heart stopped. If anyone ever felt a 'tingle', I did then. Earl's wife, Cathy, introduced us; her name was Naomi. I picked up a British term in Hong Kong, 'gobsmacked'. I never understood it, but right then I did, and I was. She joined us at cards, but I wasn't following them. If we had been playing for money, I'd have lost everything. She kept watching me then asked if I were the legs she saw under the car? Before I could even answer she just nodded to herself, and smiled. Well, long story shortened, we started dating, and within a few months were engaged. I was off on another WesPac cruise the rest of that year. Naomi and I wrote while I was gone, strengthening our ties. I got back to the States in April,left the Navy in August, we married in September. I moved around in a few jobs in Southern California, eventually we moved up here. In among all that we had the two kids." "Wow...you're telling me all that happened because the two of you just saw each other's legs?" "When I got back from that last cruise, she told me about her 'tingle', and how she knew we were going to marry." Madge sat quietly for several minutes, then asked if we could go home. All the way back she looked to be in deep thought, just staring out the side window. I felt it best to leave her to her thoughts. Stopping at Jerry's Pizza in town, I picked up one to go , then headed up the hill towards the house. Madge took dinner and her bags in while I put the Mustang in the barn, recovering it. \*\*\* Back in the house, the pizza was on plates and a pair of beers were opened. We took them out to the deck in time for sunset. The summer sunsets in the Pacific Northwest are drawn out affairs, the sky slowly losing color long after the sun passes behind the Olympics on the western horizon. The stars take just as long to appear, often not showing until 10 pm or later. It was only as the last light faded away that Madge finally started talking, and then in a low voice that I had to strain to hear at first. "You were so lucky. You found your love, and she found hers...and it worked for you." I sat quietly. She was looking for words to match her thoughts, my sense was to wait. " I have been in three relationships that might have been considered serious. None had that feeling. I missed that." "Marjorie...don't give up on yourself, or on life, or the fates, or the gods if you will. We never know what may be around the next turn in our lives. You can go down the same road a hundred times and nothing happens. And on one hundred and one, you go around a bend and *BINGO*, there's a unicorn. I don't have some magic power that let's me see the future, but I'm sure your life has a major change in it. Let it come to you." "Will you hold me? I feel cold." "Come sit on my lap, I'll keep you warm." She slid into my lap, putting her arms around my neck and her head on my shoulder. I wrapped her in my arms, whispering into her ear, "You're safe with me." We watched the summer constellations come out, and when the Moon's light started washing them out, moved into the house. "It's late, we should get some sleep." "Josh...can I sleep with you tonight? Please..." "Of course. Join me when you're ready." I went to my room, and contrary to my usual practice, put on t-shirt and shorts, then slid between the sheets. Minutes later Madge came in, spooning into me so I could hold her in my arms. "Thank you...I need this." "Why so sad?" " I don't have anyone loving me the way you and Naomi loved each other." "Darlin' don't count yourself short. I watched Jeannie with you today. There is real affection there." She rolled in my arms, her breasts pressing into my chest, her belly and legs against mine. My cock firmly against her and slowly getting hard. Her sweet breathe brushed my cheek, "What about Jeannie? Do you think she's into women?" "That I don't know, but she was genuinely happy to see you, and couldn't stop touching you. And she really got into caressing you. Remember?" "Emm, yes, that did feel sooo good. And you enjoyed watching. I saw you in the mirror." "You two were beautiful together. Haven't you been lovers?" "No. Could you accept me having a woman lover?" "I accept you the way you are.I don't want you changing to please me." "You know I felt the 'tingle', don't you." "When did you feel it?" "Down by the lake. I thought so the first time we met. I was sure when you came back and we sat and talked. You were polite and respectful and willing to listen to me. And I knew. And today, at Jeannie's shop, I knew you felt it too. Jeannie spotted it on me, and as we left the shop she told me she saw it on you also." "It was much like that for me too. That first day all I could see were your hair and your eyes, oh, and your freckles. But the next time? I was happy you were alone, and more than willing to sit and listen and look and just take in your essence. Yes, I felt it also. And right now, this is where you should be. In my arms.Can we talk more tomorrow? As much as I want this conversation, my eyes just won't stay open." \*\*\* Friday, the bed was empty when I woke. It was after eight, much later than I normally slept, the house still. Quickly dressing in sweat pants and slippers I went down to the kitchen. There was fresh coffee in the maker and my cup sitting next to it. Pouring coffee, I looked around. Madge's bags from yesterday were still on the table. Looking further I could see the doors to the deck were open. Sitting on a chaise, her feet drawn up, and cup to her lips, Madge was looking out over the lake and trees. Bogart was curled next to the chaise, chin on paws. "Good morning. Are you all right?" "Yes, thank you. I was just thinking...Last night, when you held me as we sat out here, you said a couple things that have me confused. You said I would always be safe with you. And last night in bed, I felt your cock pressing against me. But you didn't try anything. Why?" "I'll answer in reverse order...By that time it was Oh Dark Thirty. Naomi wouldn't have gotten action out of me then. I'm an old man, I need my sleep. Its what keeps my wrinkles smooth.Now part two. As long as you stay with me, no one will harm you. You are safe. " "That's it? I'm physically safe, that's what you meant?" "Not just physically. Look, it's early and I may not say this just the way I mean it, but I'll try." I sipped at my coffee as I gathered my thoughts, "I feel a connection with you. The last person I felt something this strongly with was Naomi. But I don't know where we are going. Not yet any way. I don't have sex randomly, I don't just fuck for the sake of fucking. If, or when, we join it will be an act of love. That is how I am. But you said there were two things you wondered about. What's the other?" "Wow, that's a deeper answer than I expected, and yet, no less than I expect from you. Ok...we were talking about me and Jeannie, ...you said if we were lovers, you could accept that. That you wouldn't expect me to change?" "Let's go make some breakfast. This is going to be a long convo." While she made breakfast, I fed Bogart, then poured us more coffee, carrying the cups out to the deck. Just as Madge stepped out, a herd of deer moved out of the tree line to the south. Holding up a hand, I pointed them out. Putting the plates down, she backed against me so I could hold her as we watched them move to the east. Once they had disappeared back into the trees she turned around, gave me a light kiss, and sat . We ate in silence, simply enjoying each others presence. Breakfast finished, Madge cleared the dishes and brought out more coffee. Bogart worked his way around the yard, sniffing, finally tracking the deer a bit before coming back up on the deck and flopping at Madges feet. "Well," I began, "when Naomi and I first married, we didn't have a lot. It might have been a good year or more until we bought a small tv. There were only four or five channels available so it didn't matter much any way. But we had radio and a stereo for music, we spent a lot of time on the beach, and we read. Boy did we read. We read westerns, sci-fi, philosophy. She was into romance novels, I was reading anything that looked sexy. One of the authors I came across was named Rimmer. He had several books out; one was about an experimental college, another about a man with two wives. I read those books several times, mainly because I felt an underlying message, and I wanted to dig it out. One night it came to me; we are capable-if we let ourselves-we have an ability to love more than one person at a time. Equally and without reservation. I couldn't wait to share this revelation with Naomi, but when I tried, I was stammering all over myself I was so excited. She had me go through it twice, then asked to read the books herself. A week later we were having evening drinks when she told me she had finished Rimmer, and yes, she could see what I meant, it was possible to love more than one. Then she hit me with the hammer." *"What?"* "Not literally. She said, 'I see where this could be a beautiful way to expand our lives. I've never expected you to meet all my wants or needs, and I'm sure you know I can't meet all of yours.' Now I'm sitting there licking my lips like a kitten at a bowl of cream when she finished her thought, '*I could have a lover, or a second husband too.'* " "NO! she didn't! Oh that's hilarious! Here you thought it was going to be you and multiple wives, and she turned it on you. I wish I could have seen your face." "Well, I'm glad you think it was funny. I sure didn't. I had this picture of me and a couple doting wives, and all the loving I could handle. Naomi flipped that idea on it's head. As she told me the next day, 'What's good for the Gander is good for the Goose.'" "What did you do?" "Went off in a corner and sulked." "You did what?" "Well, not really sulked. I sat and thought. And slowly came to the realization she was right, for this philosophy to work, I would have to shed my sense of ownership-privilege if you will- and freely share. Thinking back on the books, the women weren't subserviant to the men, they were equals. It took many days of thinking to get it all straight in my head. Remember, I was also working, and when I was there, that's where my mind was. Anyway, I started doing mental exercises, picturing different scenarios; me with another woman, how would Naomi react? Naomi and another man, how do I react? The two of us with a third, man or woman? After a week or so, I had the basics worked out in my head, and we started talking it over more." "What about jealousy?" "Ahh, the big one. That's the one that I had the most trouble with. I would picture her with somone, and feel a tighness in my chest. But the more I visualized situations, the less impact they had. Eventually it was a minor tickle in the back of my brain." "Did you guys ever do anything?" "Oh yes. After that we were open to the possibilities, but unsure where to find this mysterious other person. We looked into swinging, but didn't like the premise of sex for sex sake. There was also a line of thought called 'Open Marriage' which basically went 'I can have lovers, and you can have lovers, we just won't talk about it'. That didn't feel right to us either. If she had another man, or I a woman, we wanted them as part of our lives, together." "In bed and everything?" "We talked about that too, in fact we talked a lot about everthing, but yeah, we considered that also." "And..." "We couldn't see it as a constant, but once in a while, yes, it would add a spice to things. We would imagine Naomi wth myself and another man, and she would be the center of attention. Another time, her and another woman with me the center." "What about her and the woman, or you and the man?" "Ahh, the final barriers. I guess women may be more open to that sort of experimentation than men, especially back then. That was another scenario we worked through. Whether we would have same sex partners. Naomi could picture the sensuousness of another woman-think of yourself and Jeannie. I wasn't so sure. The thought of kissing a guy, let alone playing with his equipment, I didn't know if I could or not." "Did you ever find some one else? How about Naomi, did she?" "We both found someone. Not at the same time, it seldom works that way. But yeah, we did. Unfortunately, they didn't work out over the long run; He was always nervous around me, I guess he couldn't take the openness." "And the woman you found?" "She wanted me to choose between Naomi and her. That was a no-win for her. She didn't understand the dynamics." "And all this based on some novels." "Yes. And no. I learned years later Rimmer's philosophy was based on actual experience; he and his wife had a relationship with another couple for over twenty years." "Wow." It was noon, we were getting pretty warm on the deck, hunger was raising it's head. "Let's go inside, we can talk more in there." \*\*\* In the kitchen I headed for the refrigerator-only to be cut off by Madge. "Where do you think you're going?" "Lunch." "I said the kitchen is mine, shoo. And what were you planning on?" "Ham sandwich, maybe a beer. You know, lunch." "Nope, you're slimming down and shaping up. If I'm sticking around, so are you. You get a salad. And water. And no arguing, do you hear?" " You're serious aren't you?" Now, you might ask why I put up with being bossed around in my own home. Well thats easy; First, she said everything with a smile. Second, she was right about my diet. Third, the 'tingle'. And finally, there is no way I could turn down anything that beauty asked of me. So I ate my salad like a good boy, drank my water as if I enjoyed it, and got a big smile and an even larger hug for my efforts. As I ate, I asked about Madge's family; what was her life like after her Dad died, where was her mother now, did she have any siblings? "After Dad died, things were rough for us. Mom collected Dad's life insurance, and that paid off the house but there wasn't much left after that. She was already working as an office assistant, so we were ok there. She still lives in Tacoma. Me? Junior high was rough. Kids can be cruel, and they were about my dad. I became a loner, stayed away from almost everyone else outside of class. I had a couple friends, but when we went to high school, they went to one and I went to the other. In high school I formed a couple new friendships in my freshman year. By my junior year I had come out of my shell, had joined several school groups, and was dating. I gave up my virginity at seventeen to a guy on the football team, what a cliche, didn't date any one seriously in my senior year. I went to Community College, thinking I could get my Associate degree then move on to UW for my last two years. But that didn't happen." "Why not?" "Money. I didn't have it. So I joined the real estate office as an associate, taking courses evenings, doing whatever they needed during the day. That's where I met Dave, we became friends, but that's all. When I had my license, I started selling, and I made decent money, but I wasn't getting the big commission sales, the owner gave those to his favorites. And I wasn't one of his favorites." "Why not?" "I kept my legs closed." "Oh..." "The rest you know, lost job, lost job, lost job. And now I'm here." "Is being here a...problem?" "Oh lord no. You said I have changes coming in my life, I hope so. And please, dear God, let you be one of them." I opened my arms, she slid into my lap. We seemed to be doing that a lot these last two days. There were tears on her cheeks, I kissed them away, then her eyes and the corner of her mouth, and then her lips. One of us groaned, or maybe both did. I pulled her against me, she tightened her arms around me and our kiss grew more passionate. I slid my hand up her neck, under her hair, pulling her as tightly to my lips as I could. When she finally pulled away, it was to pull my shirt off. She dipped to my nipple, licking and kissing as she went, and when she reached her target, began sucking and biting . If I wasn't alive before, I was now! Sensations I hadn't felt in almost ten years ran through my body. My nipples felt every touch, my cock sprang to life, and a moan came rolling out of my throat. My hands weren't idle either. I pulled her shirt up as far as possible, cupping her breasts in my hands. Her nipples-hot in my hands-grew hard and pointed, her breathing became ragged, she squirmed in my lap, rubbing my cock into a hardness I had all but forgotten. "Stop," I whispered hoarsely, "let's go get more comfortable. " I pulled her to her feet, then up the stairs into my bedroom. A breeze wafting through the open window, warmed by the sun, felt wonderful on my bare skin. Quickly, I finished removing her shirt, then knelt before her, unfastening her shorts and pulling shorts and panties down in one motion. Her hands were on my head, drawing me to her softly rounded belly, where I laid the softest of touches before slowly laying a line of kisses to her pussy. Parting her auburn hair with my finger tips, a drop of moisture gleamed on lower lips. Extending my tongue, I tasted a delicious mixture, reminiscent of strawberries and honey. I could do nothing but press my lips against her. Slowly, she backed to the bed, holding me to her. When her legs met the edge, she laid back, still holding me to her pussy. I slowly opened her to my gaze, exploring the wonders of the pink lips, engorging in her excitement. Holding her open, I drew circles with my tongue, searching for each delicious drop. She was moaning, then sighing, then lightly moaning again until suddenly she closed her legs about my head, pulled my face hard against her pussy and arched up, a low, growling, groan rumbled from her throat. She held us there for several moments, then slowly eased back down, releasing her hold on me. As her breathing slowed, she tugged me up 'til we were face to face, "It's going to be your turn in a minute, but I do need to catch my breath. Where did you learn that? Never mind, tell me another time. Just kiss me now. Emm, is that me on your lips? I taste good. No one has ever gone down on me before. I like that, will you do it again? Tell me later, I want you on your back, *it's my turn now."* Obviously, she had her breath back, because with a quick move she had us reversed; now I was on my back, and she was diving for the waist band of my sweat pants. In one swift motion I was stripped bare, and she was kneeling over me. That is when she paused, looking me over, licking her lips, a gleam in her eyes as she slowly bent to my lips. We kissed, a long slow kiss that she slowly pulled down my chin, to my throat, to my chest, then back to my nipples. Moving back and forth from one to the other, she had them as hard as could be. Then she started kissing down my stomach, her hands remaining on my chest, her nails scrapping at my nipples. She stopped only briefly at my navel, then moved that little more to the tip of my cock. Kisses were planted all around the head, then down one side, then back up along the large vein on the bottom. Again, she planted kisses, down the other side, and up the vein. When she reached the head, her lips engulfed me, sliding down until she reached her throat, then up and down until I was on the verge of coming. "Stop, I'll cum if you don't" "I want you to. I want to taste you, like you tasted me." "Later, now I must be in you. I have to feel us become one." "God, you do know how to sweet talk a girl. Don't move, let me do this." She lifted herself up, bringing her hips over mine, then holding my cock with her left hand positioned me at her entrance. She lowered herself until my cock head was just in her, looked me in the eyes, and slid down in one move. That low rumble came from her throat again, and I could feel her pussy vibrating and clamping around me. As she started to rise I stopped her,"Wait, I want to feel you like this, I always want to remember this moment, the first time in you. Come down here, kiss me." We held that moment for several minutes, kissing lightly, almost nibbling on each other's lips, but soon the need to move became paramount. She, rising and falling. Me pushing up into her. Soon we were going as hard, as fast as we could. Suddenly, I could hold back no longer. Thrusting upward, The cum rushing through me, I moaned out my release. Even as I was thrusting into her, Madge was arching back, inhaling deeply, and then, with her low, rumbling groan, she joined me in heaven. Slowly, we came back to earth, holding each other, not wanting the feeling to pass. I held her to my chest, her weight nothing to me. The kisses we exchanged had a new flavor, a new meaning to them. Again she looked at me, a smile dancing over her lips. "What just happened? I've never felt so alive like this. What did you do to me?" "Darling, I told you, I only do this for love." "Well, don't stop loving me. It feels too good." I slowly rolled her to my side, trying to not break our connection, but my cock finally deflated and slid out. After a moment, I needed to pee, and whispered I'd be right back. Madge was drifting into sleep when I rejoined her, so I carefully moved back into bed, pulling just a sheet over us. Taking her into my arms, studying her face, I too drifted off. \*\*\* *"JESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"* Scrambling to get my senses back as I sat up, Marge sitting next to me, her eyes large as saucers. "Wha..." *"Something cold just stuck into my butt!"* Wipng the sleep out of my eyes, I looked over her shoulder, then flopped back on my pillow. Laughing so hard it hurt, all I could say was, "Welcome to the family. Bogart just checked you out!" She spun, finding the big black dog sitting next to the bed, what had to be a dog smile all over his face, his tongue hanging to the side. Have you ever heard a dog laugh? It's a kind of a breathy 'huh, huh, huh' And THAT is what Bogart was doing. "You put him up to that didn't you?" "Not me. If anyone's going to have his nose in your butt, it'll be me. And I'd believe you were upset if you weren't trying so hard at not laughing." "Oh Gawd, that was a shock!, why didn't you warn me he was back there? Am I going to have to keep an eye out for him from now on?" "I don't think so, although you can never be too sure. He does seem to like you." "Well, I like him too, but that's going to far." \*\*\*\*\*

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Title: A Beautiful Day Tags: romance, blowjob, office sex, humor, cops, boss' daughter *Copyright (c)2013 Eruidice So, there it is: my first story on Literotica. I could have never managed to post it without the wonderful editing help of CBM514 and sound advice. I really hope you'll enjoy it :)* \~.\~ It was a beautiful day... I am not talking about the weather, which was usual for this time of year: pure sunshine with a sure chance of high humidity already in the morning. From being born in the east of New Jersey, the constant hot weather was actually one of the worst things that I had to deal with since I moved in this little town of Southwest Florida, and I honestly hated it. Even after three years here, I was still sweating like a drug dealer being frisked and, wearing my normal blue uniform from the Police Department, has always been a pain. I liked living here; I just wish the heat liked me too. But I digress. So, as I was saying, it was a beautiful day. I had spent the whole morning on the phone with the chief of Police of Michigan who apprehended a criminal we have been pursuing for a long time now. The case wasn't in my jurisdiction anymore but I was glad that the dangerous man was no longer a threat to innocent, inoffensive women. Then, I had lunch with the Mayor as I was designated as the receiver of an important donation to the Police Department of our town, Naples. It was all just one smooth ride. Or so I thought... As soon as I walked into the office, my grin disappeared when I found my partner waiting for me by the door, a scowl on his face. Nothing good could come out of Patrick Cherry when he has that look on: the one where he was barely containing himself from pulling out his gun and start shooting randomly. That sudden cramp in my stomach, already bringing bile to my throat and that made me regret not having brought my Tums with me, made me grimace at his words. "Guess who is back in our jail today," he whistled between his teeth. I tried to sigh but all I heard was a grunt coming out of my burning chest instead. I forced myself to take the time to get in my office and loosen the tie that was suddenly pressing so hard against my Adam's apple, it was suffocating me. I looked at the clutter on top of the mahogany desk without seeing it but clearly heard the door close after me. I didn't want to but I had to face him. "Have you called her father yet?" I grunted again, the unpleasant state of my mood clouding my voice and Patrick's shoulders slumped lightly. "She still doesn't want to give us his personal number over there and he left his regular cell at home." He sighed and thrust both his hands in his trousers' pockets. "Well he did say that he didn't want to get bothered so he could enjoy his vacation," I murmured in a matter-of-fact way and rubbed both sides of my forehead. "All right, bring her in." "Do you think it'll work this time?" I glanced over at him and shrugged. "It doesn't hurt to try." "What's her deal exactly!?" Patrick half-shouted. Once again, I heard the same frustration I was feeling, surge out of him but I ignored it. Of course, I knew what her deal was and of course, I couldn't tell him since it would basically mean suicide for me; so I just shrugged. "Just bring her in," I replied, defeated and watched him walk out of my office. As soon as he closed the door behind him, I slouched on the chair, my stare lost on the soft design of the light brown carpet on the floor. Funny how I've been spending a lot of time looking at this carpet since I took office to momentarily replace the chief of Police who had finally agreed to take a vacation after a full ten years of service. He had been gone for about two months now and I was the lucky one to have been chosen to fill his position until his return. But to be honest, I felt less and less fortunate and would gladly give it away to Patrick or any other of the lieutenants eying the position if it meant not dealing with her. A long and heavy sigh ripped my throat to come out and I leaned my head on my hands contemplating the crap I was in. I could probably get out of it, I guess, but I wasn't even sure if I wanted to. Was it the danger? The excitement or just the best drunken after-glow feeling that ever hit my poor human mind that made me still believe that things will get fixed by themselves, just like magic? But sadly, I just kept wishing-- no praying-- that I would wake up one day and realize that it was all a dream and that everything would go back to normal. The sad truth was I knew that every day that went by with me entangled in this, the worse it would get and the less chance I had to get out alive. Especially with Chief so close to coming back. I snapped my head up at the thought. Oh fuck! I had to stop this. Way before Chief came back from the loud, turbulent and man-I-wish-it-was-me, Caribbean cruise he was on. Today! Yes, today was the day! I had to end this today. Reassured and feeling strong by my decision, I straightened up and moved my hands quickly, looking for what God knows what and mostly trying to control the shaking of my hands. Why was I nervous? I could do this. I am a man. A 27 year-old man who was in charge of his life. Who had been honored as a hero by the city, on his first year of work, for closing down a prostitution ring servicing the area and having the best arrest records than most of these coffee drinkers and doughnuts eaters, scrammed outside the door. "You can do this," I said to myself, pumping my chest and taking deep but short breaths just like we used to do jumping jacks in the academy before going to training. I smiled, feeling satisfied that it worked and got ready for whatever would soon, come through the door. But my confidence and my smile disintegrated immediately as my heart bounced uncontrollably against my chest when the door finally opened and I saw her. I swallowed loudly, already feeling my throat dry as a leaf under a rude Autumn season, when I couldn't help running my eyes all over her body, checking her out. At this stage, I didn't even realize I was doing it anymore. It had become automatic, almost instinctive. It seemed more and more difficult for me not to feel amazed by her since to me she always managed to look even more breathtaking than the previous time. I really, really liked to see her clad in those tight jeans that gave her frame even more curves than my poor heart could handle but I had to admit, that short black skirt that fitted her like a glove, leaving her naturally tanned legs for me to drool at, was the most sinful thing that I had seen in a while. She was a full shoulder shorter than I was, especially in those black straps gladiator sandals she was wearing but I could easily believe she was at least six foot something as her legs and thin body stretched out and was held straight like royalty. Her red shirt hung nicely exactly where it was needed, without however revealing too much but I could describe the color of her round and perky nipples, and how firm and bouncy her breasts were, with my eyes closed. They were imprinted in my memory as information was on a computer chip. And of course, the logical step that my stupid brain followed was to kindly send signals down in my pants and step aside, while letting the pumping and twitching idiot between my legs take control of my mind and turn me into a complete horny bastard. As the incompetent I became, I just sat there, looking at her walk in and stand in front of my desk without knowing the first word I should say to her. But miraculously, my eyes finally shifted from her chest to her face and I caught the satisfied smirk lifting the corner of her red painted lips and I jumped out of my chair, buttoning my suit's jacket around me to hide my bulge. There was no way I was giving her the satisfaction that I was completely charmed by the sexy outfit she wore just to drive me crazy. "Miss Dumas," I saluted her, bobbing my head, but not offering her a handshake like I should have. I was certain that touching her, even her hand, was not a good idea at the moment. "Lieutenant." Her melodious voice seemed to echo around me and I scratched my throat again, resisting the desire to remove my tie that was suffocating me. "How are you today?" I tried to ignore her beautiful smile and raised my chin to at least appear confident and aloof. I could see Patrick standing behind her and forced myself to talk with suave and control, for his sake, but mostly, to hide what was really happening in my chest and inside my blue polka dotted briefs. "Well, I was having a good day until I heard that you were visiting our jail once again." She chuckled in that wonderful manner of hers; like she knew something very important that I didn't and shook her long loose black curls on her back after putting a hand on her right hip and popping it on the side. "Don't worry, Lieutenant," she whispered so low that I thought I was the only one able to hear. "I have a feeling that your day's about to get much better than good." Patrick uncomfortably scratched his throat behind her and pulled one of the small chairs in front of the desk, offering it to her. "Why don't you have a seat, Miss Dumas?" Another chuckle, this time addressed to Patrick. "You guys want to play good cop, bad cop again?" "We just think that a little chat with you is yet again needed, Miss Dumas," he said with a patronizing voice. "Since it seems that you still can't understand what we've been trying to tell you so far." "Oh, believe me! I got your message loud and clear," she smirked before looking back in my eyes again. "I just like to come visit you... boys." "Please just sit down, Miss." Patrick sighed, shaking his head and putting the chair right behind her. "Oh please, Pat!" She rolled her eyes while sitting down, crossing one long leg atop the other. "My father is not around; you can drop the formalities now." I was aware of the little banter going back and forth between Patrick and the gorgeous woman in front of me but I was glad that my partner had decided to take upon the bad cop role as I couldn't do it this time, my eyes fixated on the view in front of me. He stood straight, legs slightly parted and hands on his hips, his gray jacket's sides lifted, to reveal his gun secured in the holster on his right side. He reminded me of those police officers in the eighties movies, and I would have laughed if I could only do something else, than stare at those damn legs. Yes I admit it. I am that guy. I like legs... a lot. Not the overly worked out and muscled ones that reminded me of a female body builder on steroids. That was actually a total turn-off for me. No, I liked them legs to be feminine, sexy and shaved with the right amount of moisturizer so that my hand ran smoothly over them. I liked to feel hard little muscles nicely spread evenly under my touch, displaying how toned they were. I liked the ankles to be round, small and delicate enough so that I can hold them with only one hand. I liked the little toes short, but lean, and freshly painted; essentially just like hers in every way. I have had the chance to meet a lot of nice legs over the course of my short young life, but never before had I met with ones that were as perfect as hers. And believe me, I speak as a connoisseur; her legs were perfect. I could spend hours just touching, kissing, licking and nibbling on her legs and toes without tiring myself. Sometimes, she would push me or give me a good kick to bring me down from the cloud her legs always sent me on. And feeling them tighten around my waist when we're having sex was definitely the most amazing feeling in the world. She would get me on the craziest, wildest rides and I would always have to hold on with white knuckles. So, for me to stand here, right in front of her, after spending the last five days running away from her, was just torture. My dick twitched furiously inside my pants as I was watching her foot gently balancing front and back, her delectable French manicured toes calling me out to just grab them and kiss them fiercely. No, stop. Stop it, Joe! You have to end this, remember? That's why you have been making up all these bogus excuses to stay away from her for the last few days. She is your boss' daughter for God sakes. You have to get out under her spell, man up and... "Be a man". "But that's why she keeps on getting herself arrested each time you try to get rid of her," a little evil voice chimed in my mind. "Just so that she can seduce you and get you right back in her webs of lust and unbelievable sweetness." And each and every time, I always find myself fantasizing about her. Every. Damn. Time. "Milton, what do you think of the plan?" I blinked when Patrick's voice reached my fogged and confused mind and I scratched my throat, trying very hard to guess what the hell he was talking about. One part of me was mad at him for pulling me out of my fantasy world while the other, was ready to kiss him for taking my mind and stare off the enchantress in front of me. "Well." I scratched my throat again. At this rate, I was sincerely expecting him to ask me to see a doctor about some throat infection that I might have. "Um, I think that... a little more... details would be..." "What details?" Patrick interjected, looking at me like he would a crazy person. "What are you talking about?" A single drop of sweat went down my spine. Shit. I had no other choice than to play stupid. "What are you talking about?" I asked bluntly, looking at him straight in the eyes. A melodious giggle rose in the room and we both looked at the woman sitting in the chair, laughing her heart out, her head leaned down on her chest. Wait. Was she making fun of me? Big mistake, Missy! She had just stroked my ego the wrong way. "Would you mind telling us what's so funny, Miss Dumas?" I asked her dryly. "Do you think it's funny to break the law? I'm certain your father will not find it so amusing." Yeah, that's right! I was the bad cop again. Go, Joe! I had just finished patting my back when Marley only snorted, full of assurance. "We all know that my father will never hear about this," she batted her long, thick eyelashes at me. "Just like the time before this... and the time before that and the one before that..." She let her voice die slowly in the room. "This is not a game, Marley," Patrick said with a firm voice as if lecturing a five year old kid. "You are the chief's daughter. You have to set a good example." "Well, then book me," she answered quietly, innocently. "I'm sure my father will be very happy to know that one of his officers, have tarnished his only child's good reputation. I'm sure that said officer would get a pat on the back and a promotion." She shrugged and ran her fingers in her hair, placing the strands behind her ears. "And my uncle, the judge, will be more than happy to assign me some community service." I bit my lips not to laugh at her audacity. Sometimes I was prone to believe that she had more balls than I did. We could never officially arrest her. She knew that, we all knew that. And that only meant bad news for me. "Then I think my plan would work perfectly fine," Patrick replied fiercely. "Twenty four hours in our jail with no special treatment. That's exactly what I'm going to give you if you don't stop this insanity." Oh, so that's what he was talking about! "Will Lieutenant Milton keep an eye on me in my cell?" She asked with a little voice. "Or better yet, join me?" A playful smile grazed her lips, while her piercing brown eyes met with mine and hell, if I could refrain from blushing. I felt Patrick's confused stare shifting between the two of us and I scratched my throat. Oh, crap! I had to stop doing that. There was no way Patrick could be this oblivious. "I think it's a very good plan," I nodded, hoping that I looked and sounded as authoritative as I was aiming for. "And like you said, your father will never know about it." She tilted her head on the side and licked her lower lip before pursing the two adorable fleshy folds into one. Oh no, don't give me that sad puppy face, baby! "But I didn't do anything to deserve any of that," she mewled. "You ran over the speed limit and wouldn't stop your car when Gerard signalled you to." Patrick answered, obviously not biting into her trap. Thank God he was here to do the talking because I was a goner. She looked so cute with that little pout. All I wanted right now was to gently bite and kiss that lower lip. "I needed to use the restroom," she answered with her shoulders going up. "It was urgent. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for us women at a certain time of the month?" "That's not an excuse, Marley." "Tell it to mother nature." "How about the day before yesterday?" Patrick continued imperturbable. "You walked out of a store without paying." "Oh!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide open. "It was one article at the bottom of the cart that I forgot about. It was the cashier's job to verify the cart was all empty." She sat back in her chair and crossed her hands over her chest. "I should probably sue them for that." "And the day before that when you..." "Are you really going to name every little mistake I've made, Pat?" "If that's what it takes to make you stop," Patrick shrugged. "Besides, we all know they're not mistakes. You're doing it on purpose to get arrested, but why, Marley? Why are you doing all of this? Do you really want to go to jail?" Our stare immediately connected and we looked at each other for a long time before she smiled so tenderly, and made my heart race at lightning speed in my chest. "If that's what it takes," she whispered, her eyes lovingly looking at me. Why was she being so obvious? Of course I wanted her, but this was my job! My livelihood, damn it! A warm fuzzy feeling invaded my lower tummy, spreading throughout all my body, touching my skin and my cheeks, leaving me hot and burning as a log being consumed in a chimney. My hands became suddenly wet while my throat was going back to its very dry state. But that didn't have anything to do with the physical need that was still lingering in my veins. No, it was something else. Something I always felt each time she looked at me with such adoration in her eyes. I didn't know what this feeling was; I didn't want to know what this feeling was. All I knew was that both my hands turned into fists not to run to her and cradle her in my arms; place her head on my chest and nurse her like a little child, just to reassure her that she didn't have to do all of that just to get my attention. Tell her that I was sorry for keeping my distance all this time. That I was just scared that if we kept on going on with our dangerous relationship, I might fall in love with her and God knows what her father could do to me. "Joe, can I talk to you outside for a moment?" I nodded nervously to Patrick, glad that he broke yet again the tension rising in the room and tried to dry my throat by swallowing but it only hurt like a bitch. I heard Marley sigh heavily and put her head down, her fingers intertwined on her laps, apparently fascinating her. I forced myself to follow my partner outside, barely resisting taking her in my arms. "Are you fucking her?" Patrick hit me as soon as I closed the door behind us. I was expecting him to catch on sooner or later but didn't think he would be so blunt. Well, at least he had the tact to whisper. Although our little head-to-head seemed to draw all the stares of our fellow comrades in the PD hall, all the same. I quickly weighed my options. I could confirm and beg him on my knees to keep it between us. Or deny and keep on sweating each time she got herself arrested to be able to see me. Decisions, decisions. Deny, deny, deny. "What the hell are you talking about?" I chose to play the offended victim and I swear I heard my nanny turn in her grave. Sorry, grandma. "How can you even ask me that?" I added just for good measure. "Because I strangely felt like I was a third wheel in there and that you two needed some privacy or something," he replied, his brows scrunching while his head tilted towards the door hiding Marley from our view. 'Then maybe you should have had the decency to leave.' I thought, containing myself just in time from rolling my eyes at him. But I just chuckled. "That's the heat getting to your head, man." "I hope so," he let out between his teeth. "Because she is the commissioner's daughter. Your boss. And I shall remind you that he does not want any one from the force to get even at one foot near his daughter." This time, I really couldn't help from rolling my eyes. Here we again. How many times have I heard those stories again? "The last uniform who tried to date her is now living in Texas, drilling the desert," he continued, oblivious of my I-don't-care attitude. "And two years ago, he found her having dinner with the last chief of detectives and we still haven't found out where he's living now." He stopped talking to look around him suspiciously before talking even lower than before. "But word is, he is not living anywhere to tell the tale, if you catch my drift." I sighed and bit the inside of my mouth. There were so many stories in the same calibre about how protective of his daughter the Chief was and apparently, he did not back out of anything to keep her from dating one of our own. I have to admit that was one of the main reasons why I wanted to know her so much. I wanted to find out the truth behind all of these stories. It was only after the second time we slept together that she finally told me how her mother had died after being caught in a trap that was intended to kill her father. After that, Chief had done everything he could to put and keep her in a safety bubble. He never got over his deceased wife and thinks that keeping her daughter from dating a cop was the best way to keep her away from any potential danger associated with the job. Now don't get me wrong; I really believed that all those stories about men suddenly disappearing or suddenly moving to other states to do some type of hard labour were nothing but pure urban legends to scare us away. But I've witness Chief's unbelievable actions when he was mad before and seeing every uniform running and staying away from Marley, were not to put me at ease. I mean, there had to be some truth behind it, right? But true or not, when you live in a town that barely figured on the US map, I doubted that your disappearance would make national news. My parents would probably come and look for me but what solid base would they have? And besides, I have worked hard to be where I was professionally and I was not letting some girl ruin all my chances to reach my goals. Not even for her yummy little toes. Now, if only my heart and my dick could get the memo and get on board with the plan. "I appreciate the concern, man." I tried to sound confident to reassure Patrick. "But that girl would be too hard maintenance for me to handle." I pressed my lips together, imitating a smile and it seemed to work as he finally bobbed his head and breathed easier. "Now, what are we going to do about her?" He shrugged. "Like I said, we can always let her sleep in the jail cell for a few hours. The guys won't say anything to Chief and she will understand that we're not playing her game anymore." Ouch. Was he serious? "Isn't that a little too harsh, man?" I put a hand on his shoulder and added before he could talk again. "Let me talk to her in private for a moment." He looked at me suspiciously and I smiled again. Hey, it was a worth a try! "The both of us talking to her has not worked so far, let me handle her. Then, if she still keeps on doing it, then we'll reconsider the jail plan." Way before he opened his mouth, I knew he would say no but I swear that there was something greater than us at work there as a voice called him out at the same moment, to take care of some important business. I insisted that he went and after a few seconds of hesitation, he promised to come back rapidly and I scratched the back of my head nervously, watching him walk away. I turned, took a deep breath before walking in, praying that whatever little something that helped me get rid of Patrick would help me again to get through to her and break up with her once and for all. It was easy, really. I just had to make sure that I didn't look at her, smell her or even hear the sweet little connotations of her voice and sexual innuendos hidden in everything she would say. It's not like she made it a priority to seduce me, knowing exactly what made me melt like a roasted marshmallow on a fire. Yeah, right! I had to laugh at myself there. She had kept her head down, probably thinking that Patrick was still with me and I walked very fast to get my position back behind my desk, putting a barrier between us. She was dangerous when I was alone with her. She finally raised her head to look at me and frowned when she didn't see Patrick to finally smile, looking at me again. Shit, I know that smile. And it was deadly "I hope you realize how serious this is, Miss Dumas," I said firmly, keeping in mind that I had to be the bad cop this time, whether I wanted it or not. "You are playing a dangerous game and ..." My eyes shifted to her lips: full, red, tasteful and so inviting. Focus! "Commissioner Dumas will be furious once he's back and he learns about..." "I told you that my father will never know," she interjected seductively but I ignored the fact that she was talking about a very different matter. "You are putting us here in a very bad position..." She shifted in her chair and uncrossed her legs, sliding down on her butt and ... oh my Lord! I thought I did notice earlier, while drooling and fantasizing over her legs, that she didn't have any panties on. Another river of sweat ran down my spine and I swallowed. I hate that damn weather getting so unexpectedly hot even when we had the AC on. "And... um..." What was I saying? "We can always try new positions if you prefer," she cooed, sliding a lean finger on her right thigh while the two divine members were playing a sick game of opening and closing, each time giving me a generous peek of the uncovered paradise hiding in between her legs. "You know I never refuse you anything. I just needed to see you, Joe." It took me some time to realize that the drumming sound deafening me was actually my poor heart beating so loud. Great, now my forehead was sweating too. "Miss Dumas, please refer to me as Lieutenant Milton." I was pushing it, I know, but I had to pretend --at least to myself for another minute-- that I could resist her. This time, she only sent me an explicit smile and boy, the memories that came running through my mind of some particular times I had ordered her to call me like that! They all involved shackles, sexy lacy lingerie and always ended with her legs wrapped around my waist. My brains sent me a desperate signal for help but it was already too late. I was already drowning and my pulsing dick was the only buoy I could lean on to stay afloat. I gasped at the warmth in my body... well... getting warmer and removed my jacket. What a mistake! I should have known that it would have been like a message to her to move in and hit me with the final blow. "Are you all right, Lieutenant Milton?" She quickly stood up and came around the desk. The red alert button in my head blinked even faster but what else could I do? She had already won. "You look flustered. Why don't you sit down?" I tried to resist her very delicate --but commanding-- hands pushing me down to sit in my chair but again, it was all futile. I had no idea when exactly she straddled me but shivered badly when her lips landed on my neck, licking the sweat that had settled there. "Marley, no. Not here." I managed to whisper right before she sucked in the skin in her mouth, making me take a deep breath inward through my teeth. "Well, you won't let me see you anywhere else," she replied with her lips sewing kisses on my neck and I closed my eyes, feeling drunk. "Baby, you have to stop." I moaned when she bucked her body on my hard cock and my mind immediately registered that only my clothes were preventing our organs to touch. But she didn't stop, now nibbling at my earlobe, and I found my hands going up her smooth thigh to grab her butt. She giggled when I squeezed it and I smiled, always finding it cute how she wasn't ticklish where usual people were-- you know, on the side of the ribcage or under the feet-- but that squeezing her butt would always send her into a fit of laughter. "The door is not locked." I suddenly remembered but strangely, I found myself saying it like there wasn't anything wrong with that. Why wasn't I panicking? Did she drug me or something? "Isn't it exciting to know someone could just walk in on us?" I gasped when she ground her heat unto me while her hand was sliding inside my shirt. So warm, so gentle and... shit. What she said finally registered through my mind and I held her shoulders, pushing her away. "Marley, no," I said firmly... or at least the nearest version of that. "Not here." "Have dinner with me tonight," she replied, without missing a beat. "I can't. I told you that we cannot be seen in public." "So come to my house and we'll order take out. Or let me come to your place." "Are you crazy?" I almost shouted at her. I live in a one bedroom apartment located in a small apartment complex with three other police officers and there was no way the Chief's daughter could come over without them seeing her. No, my place was out of question. Her place was... doable, if we played it right. But we always had to make sure that her nosy neighbours weren't peeking through the blinds. Our favourite and most usual place to meet and just be together was a few miles from here at a private island; away from her father's watchful eye, gossiping old ladies and curious co-workers. "All right," she conceded. "Spend next week-end with me then." "I can't," I still declined. "I have to work." "You suck," she said furiously, her face coming near mine. "You leave me no choice; I will have to take what I want, here." "Oh, fuck! Stop it!" I lamely fought with her for a few minutes before I was finally able to keep her hands in mine and prevent her from pulling my dick out. "You have got to stop, okay? This can't go on between us any longer. I can't afford to lose my badge or my life, Marley." I did my best to keep my voice lowered but the coldness came out harshly and it pained me to see her lower lip tremble like she was about to cry. But I held strong. "Your father will be coming back soon, if he finds out about us..." I shook my head, trying to make it all sound so much sinister than I actually believe they were. "I can't see you anymore, Marley." Her lips came up to a straight line under her anger that was shining in her beautiful copper eyes. She had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were direct, sincere and I always liked to dive into them right before I plunged the erotic edge her body would send me over. No, no focus! Focus! "Then, I'll see you," she whistled though gritted teeth. "I'll come here every day if I have to. I'll rob every freaking store in this fucking town, if that's the only way I can see you, Joseph Milton." What? Was she stupid or something? I most definitely was not worth her jeopardize her life like that for me. I knew she liked excitement but that was just plain wrong. I couldn't let her ruin both our lives like that. "This is not right, Marley and you know it," I tried to reason with her. "Then do what's right by me, Joe," she replied immediately. "Be with me like I deserve." "Why?" I finally snapped, forgetting about keeping it quiet. "Why, huh? Why are you doing all this? Why me?" "Because it's you!" She shouted back, looking at me with teary eyes. "Because, it's you," she strangled and I followed with my eyes, one tear rolling down her cheek. My chest inflated, filling up like a balloon with my heart hammering painfully in my ribcage. Every single nerve in my body seemed to become alive, my fingers itching and my body quivering. I couldn't hear, I couldn't think. I could only see and feel. Her lips trembling, trying to minimize her sobs, her eyes injected with red lines from probably burning with the tears; her black hair partly hiding her face and that single tear that reached her chin while others were piling up, ready to fall down as well. She fought me to free her hands that I was still holding, probably to run away from me or to be able to hide her tears, but I didn't let her. I pulled her closer to me so I could receive the tear that was just escaping her eye on my fingertip. Others quickly followed that I didn't have time to catch and flooded her face but I held her near me, my mouth so close to hers, I could feel her ragged breath brush my lips. And that strange feeling again, tearing deep inside my guts. My heart that made me want to kill myself for making her cry. My hands trembled, my voice unable to get across my lips under her gaze on me, piercing through me, devouring my soul and taking every little bit of anger, fear or resentment I had towards our relationship. I wanted her, every single, tiny part of her: with all her beauty, all of her flaws. I wanted her. And not just to spend a week-end making love to her or worshiping her legs. I wanted her. Was it her or me? Who cares? It didn't matter who kissed the other first. All that mattered was that we were now kissing breathlessly, sucking the air out of each other and our tongues fighting for dominance. Her hands were gripping tightly at my shirt and my arm went around her waist bringing her to me to hold her tightly. To the point where I was just sure I was cutting her breath. I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted my hands all over her at the same time, my tongue to go deeper in the depth of her mouth, her body closer to mine and a twirling sensation spiralled maniacally inside of me, swallowing my heart just like the Bermuda triangle would with a ship. I felt her shiver in my arms and my body responded right back, shivers sprinkling all over my skin. We moaned together when her hands found their way behind my neck and in my hair while at the same time, I was kissing her neck and taking in her sweet perfume. But she yelped when I disgracefully let her fall flat on her ass the second I heard a knock on the door. And it was just in time as the door was being pushed open and I just had time to roll my chair forward, pushing her a little more under the desk, that Patrick was stepping inside the room. Frantically, I tried to fix my tie with one hand and my shirt with the other, trying to look as natural as I could possibly pull off, but his suspicious looks didn't get over my head. "Where's Marley?" He asked with doubt in his voice, still looking at me as if he knew that she was sitting right between my legs under the desk. "She..." I squeaked and had to stop to clear my throat. Oh boy! "She had to use the restroom or something." All right. I felt proud of myself for talking with a normal voice. I could do this. I shook my right foot under the table, trying to remove the small hand crawling under my trousers leg and running on my skin. I cursed under my breath when Patrick sat down heavily in the chair right in front of me. Okay, okay do not panic. It's not like she would dare molesting me right there when she knew Patrick would... Fuck! I jumped in my chair when her hand left my leg to go directly up on my thigh. Nooo! She wouldn't! "Are you all right?" Patrick gave me one of those sideways looks known to cops and I swallowed, feeling my Adam's apple jolt in my poor abused throat. "Yeah," I nodded almost too quickly. "Just a cramp." He laughed. "Those longs hours sitting behind this desk are already getting to you, man?" He stretched his hands and I cringed at the weird noise of his bones cracking. "But don't get too comfortable though. Chief will be here sooner than we think." I chuckled nervously and kept the grunt forming in my throat in check. Now, see, I wasn't really one to moan or talk during sex. I was rather very quiet. Mostly because I really feed and get off more when I hear my lady moan and scream under me but also, I always imagined that I would sound silly. But somehow with Marley, I always surprised myself to be the one making the loudest and strangest noises, sometimes having her put her hand on my mouth to shut me up if we were having a quickie in a place where we easily could be discovered. So, when I felt her hand slowly sliding up and down my throbbing shaft through my pants, my first thought wasn't how can I stop her, but how will I be able to shush my embarrassing noises from the man sitting across me? And... cue the cold sweats. "I'm telling you, dude." Patrick was saying carelessly, his head leaned back on his crossed hands. "That girl is trouble." I assumed he was talking about Marley and I nodded sheepishly. 'You have no idea, my friend,' I thought within myself. I slowly glided my hand down to remove hers from my crotch and prevent her from pulling my zipper down but I jumped again when she bit me. God, she fucking bit me. Not hard, just enough that I was so much more aroused! I panicked and glanced over at Patrick but he was still lost in his talk, his head now leaned back and eyes closed. I took the opportunity to look down and glared at her under the desk and mouthed 'no' to her. But she just smiled playfully before pursing her lips at me, sending me a silent peck. "But I've never really seen her act like that." I swung my head up at Patrick who was looking at me and I nodded in agreement. "It's like she has an agenda or something. I wonder if it is to piss her father off." 'Right now, dude, she's just pissing me off.' I thought again right before my skin crawled when she finally got me out and began to stroke my length gently, making me pulse in her warm hand. Oh. My. God. "I pity the man who will fall in love with her," Patrick sighed sadly and I took the opportunity to sigh as well, but for oh so different reasons! "She will be a handful and so damn unpredictable..." "I have no doubt!" I managed to mumble and bit my lip furiously when the tip of her tongue licked away the pre-cum that had leaked from my cock. My fingers desperately sought out for something to hold on to, knowing that the ride she was going to give me would be wild, and grabbed a pencil. Marvellous! Something I can hurt myself with. Well maybe I could use it to beat down my cock and force it to go to its flaccid state because somehow, I had never felt so fucking aroused in my life. The only thought of having her suck me off while my partner was sitting right across from me was enough to make me shoot my load. Whoever said that having sex while someone was watching was awesome, only said half the truth; it was fucking amazing. My hand turned into fist and covered my mouth when she deep-throated me, her warm canals surrounding every beating part of my harden flesh. Fuck, I can't breathe... "... Although, she really is a beauty." Wait, was Patrick still talking? I felt my toes curl inside my shoes when she pulled me out of her mouth before sliding right back down, her hand pulling my balls out as well and gently squeezing them. I closed my eyes and heard the pencil break in my hand. "Joe? Hey, dude!" I quickly opened my eyes and let go of the broken pencil to hold on to the edges of the table. "Are you all right, man?" "Yeah." My voice had never been so fucking hoarse. "Uh!" I couldn't suppress this one and Pat looked at me even funnier than he ever did. Great, now he will really question my sanity. But a light bulb managed to shine above my head, momentarily illuminating my deeply-lost-in-pleasure mind. "Just... my ulcer, man." Yup, that was perfect. Everyone knew that I suffered from that and often had some serious episodes. Blame it on the ulcer. I brought my hand on my chest and felt happy to let out a groan as she was just grazing my sensitive tip with her teeth. I looked down to look at my hand on my chest and my eyes met with hers instead. She winked at me right before taking me deep in her throat again and I almost passed out, grunting louder than I wanted. "Fuck, you really don't look good, man." I heard Patrick say with concern. 'Motherfucker, get out!' The frustrated voice in my head shouted. Only I could hear it but frankly, why couldn't he just leave and let me enjoy my fucking mind blowing blowjob? She ... oh... was going faster and ... fuck! So close! No! No, I had to hold it off. Think about... Oh! "Stay there man, I'll get you the onsite nurse." Say what? "Pat, no," I shouted, throwing my hand over the desk to stop him and refrained from standing up, remembering that my dick would be pointing at him and most likely shooting straight at him. Now that, would be embarrassing. "I'll be fine," I stammered, using my foot to push Marley away as much as I could. But she was a sucker-- no pun intended-- and kept on sucking my penis' tip and squeezing my balls. "I just need a couple of Tums and I'll be as good as new." I wiped away the sweat getting in my eyes before I opened my bottom drawer, rummaging through it frantically while praying that I still had a bottle of the antacids left there. But just as my fingers touched the bottle, I had another lighting idea. "Shit, I can't find it," I cursed, a little too dramatically, maybe? "Would you mind go get me a new bottle?" I asked, hopeful that I would finally get some privacy. "Of course!" He stood up and I exhaled. But he turned around. Shit. "Where?" You have got to be kidding me. "A drugstore," I gasped out again. "Right." I smiled when he reached the door and grunted again when he turned around. Again. "Which one?" Okay, is he serious? Or does he specifically know that I had a hot, burning, aching orgasm that was sitting right there in my loins, tugging at my balls, begging to be released while Marley, who knew me so well and knew where my G-spot was and was enjoying abusing it with her tongue just to have the sick pleasure of seeing me cum in front of my partner? Did they plan this? Did they wake up this morning and plotted together on the best way to torture me? "Just. Choose one." My voice was even hoarser than before. "Really, there's hundreds of them, pick one. But just go!" "Right." He nodded. "Don't die on me, all right. I'll be quick." I wanted to shout at him to take all his time but didn't want to sound crazy again and just wished that he got a flat tire or something. I let out my breath that I was holding all along when the door finally closed behind him and rolled my chair back, looking down at this devil of a woman sucking my sanity out of my dick. I let my head drop back, closing my eyes and finally let my moans and pants go out as freely as they wanted, while keeping the volume down to a minimum. I was plunging, going further down the deep whirlpool of pleasure, faster and faster at each stroke of her skilful hand on my balls, each passing of her tongue on my G-spot. I could already see the light, the glory and all the archangels sing as my load got out of my balls, traveled through the veins on my cock to get to my slit, ready to be spilled in her throat. So, fucking close. When she pulled me out and released me. "What the...?" I quickly looked down at her again, my chest heaving, my breath uneven. Instinctively, I immediately grabbed her head to pull her down on me again to find relief before I went right down insane, but she moved her head away from my hand. "Go lock the door," she said and I blinked stupidly. She rolled the chair away and tried to stand up. "Go lock the door." She said again, this time saying the words slowly as if talking to a child and it finally clicked with me. We didn't have a lot of time before someone else would require my attention, or before Patrick would run back with a bottle of antacids that I didn't need. So it was with hunger and unreleased desire that I pulled her up to sit on my desk and ravaged her mouth with a flaming kiss. She gave out a cry that I swallowed deep in my throat as I roughly opened her legs to step in between them; I was craving her so freaking much. I still had some unsatisfied hunger within me from the unfinished blowjob but I knew this was different. That craving was my instincts talking, commanding me to take her and leave her breathless and satisfied under me. It was an animal instinct to be the male alpha and ravage her. It was simple, basic and unstoppable. So I kissed, teased her, sucked, tortured and extracted gasps and moans from her that she was fighting to keep down or swallow. My teeth nibbled at a hard nipple and enveloped her body in my arms as she bucked unto me, burying her aching breast deeper in my mouth. Her trembling fingers soon found my butt and I groaned like the animal that I had become when she scraped my skin with her nails in her quest to hold on to something. But she only excited me even more, my body heat shooting through the roof and an intense desire running freely in my veins. I bucked my hips furiously in her hand as she found my virility again; stroking me very hard and I couldn't wait anymore. My hands fumbled to pull her skirt up and my fingers were inside her, feeling her. Testing her to see how ready she was for me, how willing she was to accept my raw, plain form inside of her. Her nails were now digging on my shoulders and she started to writhe under my touch, deep breathless gasps leaving her mouth. Her hands fought to undo my belt and when she finally pulled my pants down, I shook my hips gently, forcing them to pool at my feet. I don't know when she had slipped her ass down so that my jumping cock rested against her entrance but I grabbed myself and rubbed the head against her wetness, probing with gentle strokes, watching her closely and waiting for that perfect moment to thrust in and make her lose complete control. "Joe, baby." Oh, God! I loved when she whispered my name with need like that. Her hand went down to my butt and she tried to push me in while sliding her ass further down to take me but I resisted. "Come on. We don't have a lot of time." She cried furiously, her head rolling around desperately. But I was enjoying this too much. Who was the weak one now, Missy? I nibbled on her ear and my free hand found a nipple to play with. "Oh, God!" She gasped, as I tweaked and pulled on it; harder that I had intended, but it only seemed to make her wetter. "God is unavailable right now," I whispered in her ear and I felt her shiver even more. "Maybe I can help you." I rubbed my cock harder against her and settled my tip right in the middle of the outer lips of her entrance. "Tell me what you want." "You, Joseph!" She grabbed my face with both hands and her lips came next to mine. "Always you. All of you. All the time." The beast woke up inside of me again, roaring, with that throat clogging feeling that I got accustomed to and I furiously grabbed her waist, bringing her hips down and shoved my dick deep inside of her up to the hilt in only one ravaging thrust. Once again, I swallowed her cry in my mouth, letting her scar me with her nails across my broad back and shoulders. I could feel her walls beating, protesting against the brutal intrusion and I wanted nothing more than to stay still and give her time to adjust but... "Damn!" I groaned, eyes closed, feeling my hips moving on their own. I pulled her perfectly sculpted legs up to wrap around me, her heels pressing on my ass and a long, deep moan made my throat tremble as it got out, my head leaned back and eyes closed. I couldn't think, I couldn't hear, see or even get some control. I was on autopilot, feeling every single part of her, stretching and opening to make way for me to fill her; surrounding me, accepting my dominance. Once again I let my most basic, primal instincts take control and my hands found her hips to lift, bring down on me and lift again. The next one a little higher and rougher than the previous, my hips moving harder, faster, soon going on overdrive. "Joe..." Her strangled cry forced me to open my eyes and quickly grabbed her face from the crook of neck that she had nestled there to stifle her moans and pants. I covered her lips with my own just in time to shush her scream as she came undone in my arms, shattering right in front of me as she frenziedly tried to hold on to my neck. But our lips stayed connected as my own growl followed when her orgasm milked mine out of me, bathing her insides with my essence. I crumbled, spent but satisfied, the beast finally put to sleep as our bodies slowly nursed back to peace, still hugging each other. I relished in that after-glow where she would hold me so tightly and her head resting so quietly against my chest, listening to the drumming on my heart. God, I loved this. I managed to lift her up and sat down on one of the chairs in front of my desk, nestling her on my laps. Patrick could be here any minute. I grunted out of annoyance and looked down at the beauty lying quietly in my arms. Her face had a certain glow, showing how satisfied and content she was. Her lips were bruised and swollen, with the lipstick half gone and the other half probably covering my own lips and neck. I was captivated by her and her loveliness, the natural glow that enveloped her. Her eyes moved under her eyelids and my heart skipped a beat when her thumb slowly stroked the back of my neck. My breath itched and I leaned my cheek on the side of her forehead, eyes closing on their own. And I felt it again. But this time, my body wasn't pulsing, just my heart. As if it was swelling and wanted to explode to finally bust out of my chest. I wanted her more than ever but didn't feel like taking her. Not physically or sexually, just raw emotion. I wanted her mind, her thoughts and her being. I wanted to swallow it down, fight to make it disappear but the feeling persisted, leaving my chest to settle on my lips. "I love you." I smiled when she gasped and raised her head from my chest to look at me. I used my hand to remove her hair sticking up to her face and reveal her surprised look, tears shimmering in her eyes again. But something told me that this time, they were happy tears and I felt proud of these ones now, loving seeing them. She looked so young and fragile with less make-up. I wanted to keep her in my arms forever and never let her go, trapped within the comfort of my body, united forever. What? Shit, was I being poetic now? Man, I knew falling in love would be trouble. "Well, took you long enough." I lifted my eyes on my beloved and sighed. Her tears had been replaced by twinkles. "I'm not an expert or anything," I talked quietly, secretly liking the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But aren't you supposed to say it back?" She snorted and jumped down my legs. "Only when you deserve it," she said as she fixed herself the best she could. "And when I feel like saying it." I rolled my eyes and grunted while standing to pull my pants up after I replaced myself back inside my briefs. I tucked my shirt in my pants before zipping me up. Fresh as new. Well, I will be. As soon as I removed all of her lipsticks stains on me. Let's hope I didn't get any on my shirt. But I doubted it. "And I guess none of those conditions apply at the moment." I pulled out of my thoughts to ask. "Not after you made me walk the dangerous path of being a criminal, just to be able to see you." She was acting all offended and I couldn't help but roll my eyes again. I knew this game all too well! "Do you know what I had to go through? You were just being cruel and mean. How could...?" I spaced her out while fixing up my tie, not really wanting to hear her rambling. She could go on for days like that. Oh yeah, did I mention that she had her own little flaws? Besides, I need to continue this narrating stuff I got going on with you here. So where was I? Oh, yes! I said it, didn't I? I love her. And it feels great to finally accept it and let it out. And even though she didn't say it back yet, I knew that she felt the same way I did. I mean, she went through all those crazy stuff just so she could see me when I refused to see her and wanted to break things off. She didn't get arrested four times just to get a good fuck. She could have gotten one from any other non-cop, very agreeing guys always courting her. No, she sought me out. She wanted me. That had got to be love, right? Although with women, you can never be sure... Nah... but could she? Damn it! I looked at her still talking, a smile on her face but still trying to look and sound all angry at me. Aw, how cute! I grabbed her wrist and she yelped when she landed against my chest and kissed her to shut her up once and for all. "I love you," I said to her again, my eyes in hers and my heart pounding crazily. Please, say it back, please say it back. She wriggled her nose and rolled her eyes. "I will not say it to you." I exhaled. Go figure. "But I will tell everyone about it. Starting with my father." Her father! Crap. The delightful flutter in my stomach quickly disappeared, leaving it aching very, very badly. Was that fear or just my ulcer acting up? But before I could say or do anything, she walked away from my embrace and I panicked, when she picked up the phone on my desk. "What are you doing?" I whispered, as if talking with a normal voice would make it more real. "Calling daddy," she answered with seriousness and when she put a finger on her lips ordering me to shut up, I swear that if I didn't lean on the desk, I would have collapsed. "Hey Joe, open up!" Patrick knocked loudly on the door and I buried my face in my hands, ready to cry my eyes out. How could this day get any worse? "What's going in there? Joseph, are you okay in there?" Maybe if I hit my heels three times, I would be transported to a much better place. Oh right! That was just a fucking crappy movie. And this, was my nightmare. I heard the door open --of course, Marley had to open it!-- and I saw Patrick's eyes travel from me, Marley and the phone she was holding. Hum, which one do you think gave us away? My red lips smeared with lipstick or Marley's dishevelled hair and still swollen lips? Was the strong smell of sex, cum and sweat still stinking up the room? Not to mention both our wrinkled and dirty clothes. Or maybe he was just confused about why Marley was ordering him to stay quiet. Or even wondering why the clutter that was previously on my desk, was now on the floor... I guess I'll never know what he was thinking; anymore than what I was, for that matter. "What hap...?" He started very slowly but Marley covered his mouth with her hand. "Hi, daddy!" Her sweet and giggly voice rose in the office, happiness all over it. I did that, I thought proudly. I made her happy like that. Oh, for the love of God, Joseph, focus! Oh, that pain in my stomach again! "Yeah, yeah I'm fine thank you. You?" She answered politely. How freaking cute! "Oh, that's nice," she winked at me and I smiled. How could I smile at a time like this? I swear this girl drugged me. Why wasn't I fighting with her to take the phone away from her? I mean, with Patrick's help, I was sure I could take her. But I didn't because deep inside, I was happy and relieved that Chief finally knew. Truly, I was proud and wanted both him and everyone in the world to know that she was mine and I hers. And having her telling him was the best thing ever. Not that he would cut my balls in a gentler way hearing from her instead of me, but here's my theory: the man is stuck in the middle of the ocean and won't be back for the next two weeks. That would give him more than enough time to digest the news and calm down... a little. Unless he phoned one of his powerful friends to pick him up in a chopper and come back here in two hours. I am screwed. I grabbed the bottle of Tums Patrick was still holding and rapidly chewed on two round tablets, perfectly knowing that they would not ease that pain still gnawing at my guts. "No, I don't need you here," Marley said firmly. "Stay and have fun with your new friend." She giggled before her face became all serious again. "But I have something important to tell you though." There you go. Can you feel the room getting smaller or is it just me? She took a deep breath and squealed very loudly. "Joe and I are in love." I can't even... No, don't ask. I just filled my mouth with Tums. There. I'll die happy. "Of course, it's not a joke!" She pouted and looked at me, chocking on my Tums. "No, I'm serious. I love him and he loves me." My poor, poor heart. Is that what a heart attack feels like? "No dad, I am serious. We have been going out for two months now and we love each other." Maybe I could ask Patrick to just shoot me right now. Did I call death upon me? Hell yeah! But I was way too absorbed in that half conversation that I was listening to, to even pay attention to what I was feeling anymore. "No listen, dad, listen," she said fiercely, her face harden with determination. Oh, how I loved that woman! So much passion and fire. And it was all for me. Okay, that did make me feel better. A little. "No more, dad," she continued with the same tone. "If you do anything to hurt him or bring us apart, I swear that we'll elope to Vegas, have your grandchildren and you will never get to know them." A silence lingered. Gripped me at the throat. "Yes, dad. I will take your grandchildren away from you if you take the man I love away from me." Okay, should I feel happy and grateful that she was as ruthless as her father, or should I be afraid? Grateful for now, most likely very afraid later, I decided. "And I want you to give us your blessing," she said with her dimpled chin raised high. "Thank you. Yes, of course, Joseph is here with me." No, no, no. "Okay, bye daddy, I love you." She turned to me and grinned. "Daddy wants to talk to you." Of course, he does! I thought. I literally felt my ears go behind my head. I shook my head to her, silently begging her not to give me the phone while mentally planning out the tasks I had to finish before I left for what I knew was my last day of work, and tried to disappear into a self made witness protection program. I quickly calculated the distance to the door, planning my escape. And that's when I saw Patrick who was ready to blow up from all the efforts he was making to hide his hysterical laugh. Did I miss something? What was so fucking funny? "I'll see you tonight. My place." I turned my head to Marley who was getting on her toes to kiss my cheek and once more, I begged her with my eyes. But she put the phone on my chest and put her lips near my right ear. "I love you too." Wonderful! Great timing, sweetheart! "Bye, Patrick!" She closed the door behind her, leaving behind a hysterical, eye dripping tears Patrick... and me, ready to pass out, holding a phone from which I knew my death sentence would come from. "Hello?" It would have probably helped if I had sounded manlier but in reality I was just happy he was on a phone and not in front of me. "Milton." The stern, loud and very angry voice of my boss made my ear ring but I had to listen till the end. "I have no fucking idea what you've been doing while I was gone but I can assure that you will not get away with it. You've been dating my daughter for two fucking months? Going behind my back? How dare you? And now you love each other?" "Yes, sir," I thought smart to cut him there and answer. "I'm in love with your daughter and I would like..." "What? Have my permission to break her heart? To put her in danger?" "No, Sir. I would never..." "You damn right you will never. Because if I even SUSPECT that you've broken her heart, if I see her cry ONE TIME, I will cut your balls myself, in tiny little edible pieces, boil them in salt water and eat them very slowly as an appetizer, do you fucking hear me?" Okay, that was pretty descriptive and... scary. Thank God I didn't have to answer as he continued. "I have a few friends in the Black Orps and believe me when I say that these men have been trained to cause maximum damage to your body with minimum..." I put the phone down for a minute to grab another handful of Tums. It didn't really matter if my mouth was busy, I was just doing the listening here apparently, besides the threats would continue with variations on the same theme till for a bit I was sure. "...give you my blessing. But I want you to understand first that I know a whole platoon of military men who are very fond of my daughter and they will not hesitate..." Can he guess that I had put the phone down on the desk again? Let's see. "...total denial. And only then, will I take your badge away from you. Is that fucking clear?" Guess it was finally my turn to talk: "Yes, sir." "Good. Now that's being said; welcome to the family." His voice was actually warmer? Wow! "Now tell me, what are your plans about my daughter? And I really hope that you are planning a proper marriage for her and not that 'eloping to Vegas' thing. What is it with you kids these days? And please tell me she's not pregnant. I will fucking make sure that you can never..." I put the phone down again when his voice went back to the screeching sound. I put a finger under my tie to undo it and fell on a chair, completely ignoring Patrick who was ready to start rolling on the floor, suffocating with laughter. I took a deep breath before picking up the phone again. I had a feeling that it was going to be a long conversation. Yep, it was a beautiful day. I got permission to be with my girl, didn't I? \~The End\~

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Title: Chapter 7: In Your Eyes by MixedUpPup Tags: Adventure, Canine, Dalmatian, Kissing, M/M, Near Future, No-Yiff, Raccoon, Story Progression, Teenagers \~Stupid disclaimer thingy\~ Ya adult content blah blah blah. If you read this and your not old enough. try not to get caught. if you aren't held back by any of those silly laws then your good too. Also... M/M Here, so... Not your bag? Then exit now. Otherwise Enjoy! \*\*\* "Oh ho ho," A voice cut through heaven and popped the cloudy bubble it had been secluded in. A single voice that jabbed two smiling canines through the heart they suddenly seemed to be sharing underneath those warmed sheets. "Look, babe. The two fags are cuddlin'" "Since when do you call me "babe"...?" Angela's voice only added to the sickening feeling, making Wyler want nothing more then to wake up alone in a sun soaked old cage somewhere. The mutt and the dalmatian both opened their eyes together, laying one glance one the other's shimmering face, despite the ill weather that still pelted outside. Almost as if a needle had been pushing into each of their spines, they both jumped and kicked away at each other, leaving both on opposite sides of the bed with a well timed \*Thump!\* "Fuck!" Hudson exhaled as a blow settled over his stomach from the sudden kick away. He crumpled and looked at Wyler's face from under the bed frame, whose was also riddled with pain. "God damnit..." Wyler answer him, his voice raised a couple octaves. He was fumbling around with his crotch, which was in the process of recovering from its lasted foot-paw run-in seconds before. He tried to etch a smile in his muzzle as he gazed back at the dalmatian. "Look at 'em," Trusser put his massive paw on Angela's shoulder, which she tried to shy away from. "On the ground writhing in pain. Ha!" "Hey um, Wyler?" Angela looked the mutt in the eye as she flipped her hair. "Can I ugh... Talk to you a sec?" "Yes Angela..." Wyler groaned as he tried to move, scrunching his face in regret a moment after he did so. "Let's talk in the corner over there... Or in that one perhaps?" "Wylerrrr..." Angela growled as she motioned with her eyes over to the horny tiger that was in the process of... clamping her down? She mouthed the words "help me..." before he felt a tapping on his shoulder. "Are you hungry?" Hudson asked him with a smile. Wyler was stunned for a moment, having just recovered from the static he had just felt from the dalmatian's paw. He nodded stupidly as he stood; standing eye to eye with the boy he spent last night with. Just one glance backwards in time made him melt. "Sorry Angela..." Wyler whispered. "Something just came up..." "Wyler?" Angela tried reaching for him, but was caught by Trusser as he licked her neck. "Wyler where ya goin'? Wyler? WYLER?!" Hudson pried the metal door with a clang as he slid it open. It squeaked on its neglected hinges as the water from outside struck the deck like water balloons, exploding every which way, wetting the bottoms of their matching pants. "WYLER!!" Screamed Angela as she tried shoving the oncoming tiger off her. The door slammed shut as the two had entered the pelting zone with a towel over each of their heads. "Looks like she'll have fun..." Hudson chuckled as the trotted their way to the galley, which they hoped to god wasn't closed up. "What??" Wyler replied as he tried to get his towel the stay away from his sensitive ears. "I said..." Hudson laughed, but was interrupted with another "What!?" Which made him shake his head. "I'll tell ya when we get inside!" "WHAT?!" Wyler debated on throwing the towel to the ground in anger. He was willing to suck up a few bruises if he could only hear the canine's sweet voice... Finally after few spills and laughs from helping up, the two had reached the galley with its sign happily glowing in fluorescent "We're open =D. Come in alright!". This brought joy to the two, especially since there was nobody inside except the bartender himself. A stocky old rat with a sweat stained wife-beater was wiping the wooden counter clean. He looked up as the door opened bringing two giggling canines in, almost holding paws. "Oy," He grinned a little, revealing his many gold plated teeth. "'ey m'tt... l'ng t'me n'see..." "Paulie...?" Wyler almost dropped his jaw. "Paulie is that really you?" "Nawww, m'tt." He chuckled, tucking the cloth under the counter. "I'm Pa'lie's Bro, y's kn'w?" Wyler cocked his head. "Paulie didn't have a brother...?" "I's Pawnie," He smiled, striking a pose that made his belly jiggle. Much like that fat guy with a beard that brings presents. "A'ww c'me on... y's g'tta 'memb'r me!" "I don't remember any Pawnie..." Wyler scratched his head, almost forgetting Hudson was standing quite close next to him, looking back and forth between the two like a tennis game. "I memb'r you, m'tt," He chuckled as he cleaned a beer mug, holding it to the dim light to check his progress. "Ya h'd a b'thday p'rty at the p'zza pl'ce wh'n I m't ya's." Wyler's eyes grew wide. "You were the..." "Th't g'd d'mn cl'wn..." Pawnie interrupted as he slammed the mug down to the wooden bar. "D'n't r'mind me, k'd..." He wiped his brow and looked back to the kitchen behind him. "N'w c'n I g't ya two' s'mthing, or wh't...?" "Umm..." Wyler looked to Hudson, who seemed amused at the fact that somehow, someway the "stowaway" knew the barge's king Chef. Ever since the Dalmatian had come aboard the ship, he had nicknamed him the "Burger God". And I must admit, his burgers were to die for... "We'll have your specialty," Hudson smiled, giving Wyler a look of "Trust me" as the rat padded off into the back, where flames suddenly grew high and steam filled the bar. "Wanna sit?" Wyler exhaled, looking around at the empty place. Its sheen finished chairs glistened in the poor lighting as they stood clean on the tables. The place seemed smaller then he remembered when he came in with the drunken lion, but then again it had been full of fur and booze. The scent of food had also filled the air, but now it only smelled like... lime and feet... "Over here is fine," Hudson grabbed his paw and pulled him, making him jump slightly as his face flew into his heat. Wyler let him pull slightly as they made their way over to a booth, secluded in a corner. The two sat and laid eyes on each other once again before the dalmatian raised an eyebrow. "Wyler... you okay??" Sudden clouds of doubt filled his mind as he suddenly regretted taking the mutt's paw. Wyler's face had contorted as his sensitive muzzle crumpled under the realization of the scent that surrounded them. "I JUST got this damned smell out of my nose... And now it's all over the place...!" He gagged as he put his paw on Hudson's. "It's okay though... heh..." His face showed he was lying. "What smell...?" Hudson asked, smiling at him. "The only thing I smell is Ionic gel...?" "That's the smell!" Wyler chuckled as he covered his nose, sniffing the in-betweens of his pads, which reeked of seawater. "I freaking HATE this smell... Why the hell would you clean with it? It's a fuel... not a cleaning product..." He stifled another gag as Hudson smiled again. "It's loads of things, Wy..." Hudson said. "It's a cleaning product, a fuel, a heat source... a building product... Wyler?" Wyler's face changed from repulsion to sorrow at the mention of the name "Wy" as his vision became riddled with flashbacks. Jasey... He tried to hold back tears that were forming, and blushed as he did so. He put his face down into his arms and felt Hudson move next to him, followed by two arms that wrapped around his middle. "What did I say?" He asked him, resting his chin on the mutt's back. "Nothing..." Wyler sobbed. "Just... please don't call my Wy... please..." Tears dripped to the floor like small, pathetic little raindrops as both of them breathed in unison. A feeling neither of them had ever felt since last night and right now. A feeling that breathed a small bit of life back into the cabin boy and stowaway. "I'm sorry..." Hudson whispered as he felt himself welling up in sympathy. "I won't call you that ever again..." "Thank you..." Wyler whispered back as he wiped the matted fur under his eyes with his wrist. He then rose up and smiled at his new companion for the support. "Thank you for just being here..." He then hugged him hard, taking the dalmatian by surprise. He sat for a second like he had been doused with water before returning the hug with a smile. "Don't mention it, Wyler..." Hudson spoke into his neck as he took in the scent of the mutt's glorious and unique coat. Even though every time he tried to admire it, Wyler seemed to shy away, hiding as much of his fur as he could. It was something he didn't understand, but in light of the current evens he wasn't about to ask him about it... Not now at least. "B'ger's 're d'ne, k'ds," Shouted the rat from the other side of the room. He scoffed as he placed the two plates on the bar before crossing his arms. "'nd D'n't th'nk 'm br'ng'n' th'm t' y's, n'ither..." "I'll get them," Hudson smiled as he got up out of the booth and walked over. Wyler absentmindedly took a swift look at the dalmatian's rump, firm and toned as it was. He blushed the second he caught himself and looked away as he tried to un-matt the tear stains from under his eyes. "I hope you're hungry," Hudson said, coming back with two saucers filled to the brim with a huge burger and fries. "I am..." Wyler sighed, wishing he totally hadn't just let himself go like that. "I'm hungry..." He let loose a small, fake smile as he picked up a few fries and munched on them. Silence started flowing between them as they both ate and before too long, Wyler coughed. "Look, Hudson... I didn't mean to cause a scene like that or anything... it's just..." "You miss your best friend," Hudson said, looking up with a mouthful of burger. "I can understand that. I miss my boyfriend back home..." Wyler's ears perked at the sound of boyfriend, then fell a split second later. Could it be that this perfect fur was already taken... It sure wasn't a surprise after-all. Hudson's eyes widened at the sudden effect his words had had on the mutt and quickly corrected himself. "I mean EX boyfriend... heh..." In truth, Hudson never really had an ex boyfriend, or any boyfriend for that matter. It was really something he had read on the internet. "How to pick up guys when you're a guy: Step one: Let him know you're gay^^". This was just him improvising. "So you're gay?" Wyler said, trying to hold back a smile. "Well," Hudson lowered his ears in sudden embarrassment. Another thing he really had to work on was being open. "Yeah... Is that a problem?" "Definatly not," Wyler replied, staring at his burger. Time all of the sudden seemed to stop again, which had become more and more frequent over the past while on the ship. All he could think about was "What next...?". Even the air seemed to hang on strings as everything flew by in slow motion. "You wanna get out of here?" Hudson asked him, putting his paw under the mutt's chin, raising his face with his knuckle. "Back to the room?" Wyler asked, eyes pleading to. The smell was killing him. "Heh," Hudson chuckled as he stood, offering a paw to Wyler who refused it. "I guess there's no other place to go is there...?" And so the two left together, once again debating in the back of their mind on grabbing the other someway. A paw... a hug... Ya know, just to see what would happen... As they made it to the door, one push showed it was firmly locked. Bad news for two canines soaked to the bone in a rainstorm that wasn't letting up. Hudson pounded on it with his fist. "Trusser open up!" He shouted. They both perked their ears to see if there was movement and suddenly they were greeted by a squeaking door revealing the two inside. One glance showed a relaxed looking raccoon with utmost pleasure on her muzzle, and connected to her shoulders were the paws of a rather disgruntled tiger. As they walked in the room smelled of some sort of strawberry lotion mixed with incense. "What the hell happened here?" Hudson asked. Wyler was still to dumbstruck to say anything yet. Trusser seemed to have control over everything when they left, right? It sort of scary to think what Angela had to do to captivate the tiger... "Mmm," Angela moaned in pleasure as the giant tiger paws rubbed on her shoulders. "Just a little obedience training, that's all." She shut her eyes and lay her head back, murring as Trusser looked like he wanted to kill himself. "Anything else happen while we were gone?" Wyler asked, suddenly striking down the paranoia of getting caught again. Angela carelessly nodded no while Trusser ever so slightly nodded with a horrified expression on his face. \*\*\* For four days it rained like that. Four days of constant water fall on the deck of the lonely barge that floated across the ocean. Four days of that cramped bedroom... and four nights of sharing a bed. Each night was as intensely insecure as the last with each boy, Hudson and Wyler, debating on testing waters, wondering, and then finally deciding to wait for the other to make the first move. Then on the fifth day, the unrelenting pounding on the steel walls of the cabin slowed, ending a perfect storm that lit a fire within the cabin-boy and the stowaway. Noon had just struck when the sudden silence rushed into the cabin, only making the situation more terrifying as the sudden clatter of doors started pounding in the cabin hallway. As quickly as the storm had come, it dispersed, and to everyone's pleasure it left a nice smell lingering that smelled oddly like fresh-cut grass. Inside Trusser and Hudson's cabin, though, eyes grew wide as the sudden lack of ninja skills became apparent when each tried to formulate a plan inside their head on how to get the two back in their cage without a single fur noticing. That's when a knock on the steel door made everyone inside jump as the hoarse voice of Captain Agnus muffled through. "Trusser, Hudson!" Nobody answered in fear that if they did they'd somehow give away that there were two extra bodies in there. "Both of you get out of bed!" He shouted after a few seconds. "Let's go check to see if the two stowaways are still alive!" He chuckled gravely as everyone cheered "Yeah!" in the background. Suddenly Hudson stood, ran to the door and rushed out of it, quickly slamming the thing behind him as he waved his arms around. "Guys Guys!" He called, making everyone turn towards him. "I went outside while the rain was coming down...!" "Liar!" Interrupted one of the crew-mates, who threw his paw in the air. The sudden sporadic intrusion cause Hudson to lose his balance on the slippery deck, thus causing a big thump that made the three inside almost exhale from holding their breath. "He ain't lyin'!" Shouted another crew member, pointing at the dalmatian's almost healed bruises that lined his back. Hudson stood and pulled down his vest before calling attention to everyone again with the waving of his paws. "I think there's a crack in the hull!" He said. Gasps sounded off all around him as Captain Agnus crushingly thumbed through the crowd until he reached the cabin boy. He eyed him and sneered before saying "The hell you talkin' about boy..." "I think I saw it when I was out..." Hudson whimpered crumpling under the weight of Agnus's stare. "And why were you out in a deathly storm like that one...?" He smiled, almost cat-like as he tried to make the dalmatian uncomfortable with his questions. "I was hungry..." Hudson replied shortly. Suddenly everyone around him nodded in agreement, and then looked to the captain who chuckled. "Hungry, mate?" He said, raising a greying eyebrow. Then, crossing his arms, he scoffed. "Alright. Show me then, pup." Hudson was soon consumed in energy as his pads tried to grip the floor. "Come on!" He shouted, telling everyone to follow him. "It's over here! Come on!" Everyone ran after him, even if they were just wondering what the whole fuss was about, and soon after they were followed by the captain, who walked at his own pace after the crowd. Angela, who had her ear up to door the whole time, felt hope in her chest as she eyed the other two. Wyler partially under a blanket, ready in-case anyone decided to barge in, and Trusser lying on the bed. He was pretty unphased by the situation and was watching something on the opposite wall pretty intently, more than likely thanking God that the fem fatal was about to be put back in her cage. "Come on!" She said, opening the door. The two followed her as they tip-toed past the crew that all stood on the other side of the ship, eyeing the entire side for a crack. Suddenly, the dreaded cage lay before them as Trusser took out his keys. "Well," He said in an obviously fake sorrow. "It's been fun... Now in ya go." "It has been fun..." Angela said very sexually. Batting her eyelashes at the tiger, she walked delicately over and wrapped her leg around him, kissing him hard on the cheek. Wyler was jumping up and down, waiting for the door to open so he could jump in to salvation, as ironic as that was. Even though he was going back to... basically hell... he couldn't stop thinking about how worth it it all was... just for even one night with the dalmatian... "Yeah yeah," Trusser growled, even though the lump in his paint-white pants had become as noticeable as the sun. Just after unlocking the door, the mutt pulled the raccoon in by her shirt that she had stolen from Trusser, and suddenly became very aware at what they were both wearing. "Oh shit..." Wyler whimpered. "What do we do about the clothes?" He fidgeted as he debated on stripping in front of the two and throwing Hudson's outfit overboard, but the fact that he was wearing clothes that belonged to the dalmatian suddenly deemed that idea very, very bad. The tiger had just finished locking the lock back up before he heard a throat clear behind him, and when he turned he saw the captain holding the cabin-boy by the scruff. "What are you doing?" He asked in an overtone of curiosity. "Makin' sure the lock was still holding..." Trusser growled. Either his acting was phenomenal, or he was so relieved that he was rid of the two that he would do anything to stop from getting caught now. "Why are they wearing sea-clothes?" The captain asked his second question with the same amount of innocent curiosity. "They barely had anything left when I got out here.." Trusser replied. He had walked over to the crowd now and looked the captain right in the eye as he spoke. "Now... can I have my cabin-boy?" Agnus seemed convinced, although he eyed the two in the cage for a couple seconds before handing over the pooch. "Make sure he doesn't lie like he did just then... It'll get his tongue cut out..." Trusser took hold with a nod and carried him all the way out of sight as Wyler watched them both from the cage, and only stopped when Angela elbowed him in the ribs. This brought his attention back to the captain, who was standing at the door now, smiling grimly. "Enjoying your stay so far?" He chuckled before kicked the cage with his giant, brown leather boot. "I sure hope so. It's almost coming to an end, ya know?" "What do you mean?" Angela growled, gleaming her eyes at him. "We're almost to shore, my friends," He replied quickly. "We took a short-cut by sea, hence the storm..." "You could have killed everyone..." Wyler said grimly. "What if the ship couldn't take it?" "Oh it could take it," The captain chortled. "But that's not your problem, mates. You have to worry about what you're going to do once we hand you over to the proper authorities." The two stayed silent as the crew behind the captain started hooting and hollering. "Yeah!" One would say, or "Jail-bait for the both of ya's!". It almost scared Angela and Wyler. What were they going to do once they got there? Nobody had thought this far ahead, and the fact that both of them were ill prepared was almost too horrid to think about. After a minute or two, Agnus seemed bored of the heckling and shouted behind him. "Alright you lazy bunch or twits!" He said, raising his paw to the sky. "We have one night and half a day left! That doesn't mean sit and drink yer ass's off till we run-a-ground!" And with that, everyone, big and small, went to their individual posts and worked their paws to the bone. Each's heart set on what they would do once they reached the shore beyond... \*\*\* "Hey!" Trusser called to Hudson, who was mistakably mopping the same spot he had been at for more than half an hour now. "Ya know, kid, there's more deck than that little spot you keep rubbin', right?" The dalmatian shook his head at the word "kid" and looked up to see his tiger-friend up on the balcony of the Cabin Compartments. He waved and looked down, only to see that he had begun rubbing away what was left of the finish on the wood. The rain from before had removed so much that he figured no one would mind if he rubbed away the rest. "You're heads been in the clouds lately, kid," Trusser said before leaping over the railing, landing with perfect grace. Walking over, he picked up the dalmatian's bucket and brought it closer to him. "You're head hasn't," Hudson chuckled, dipping his mop in the bucket. "Angela turns you off finally or something?" "She wouldn't sleep with me..." Trusser growled. His ears fell to his head as he clenched his fists. "All she would do was make me do things for her..." "Like how, when we got back, you were giving her a back massage?" "...worse..." "How worse?" Trusser seemed to shrink a little and he laced the fingers on both his paws. "Let's not talk about that shall we...?" Hudson just smiled, nodding, as he pretended to be so interested in mopping he didn't have anything to say about his adventures with Wyler. "So what about you?" Trusser said, looking out to the sea. "What do you mean?" Hudson asked, still pretending. "Well I guess I'm asking you what you think of her?" The tiger said. "I mean she IS the only female aboard. You have to be at least somewhat interested?" "I'm not into raccoons," Hudson said as he felt his heart breaking. Trusser still had no idea, even though he made jokes. "It's better this way..." He thought as he still mopped. "I can't have the only hero in my life hating me for who I am..." "What do you mean?" Trusser playfully punched him in the shoulder. "What's not to like? She has a vagina... you have a cock..." Making a hole with one paw, and extending his index finger on the other, he brought them together and pounded them furiously. "You're mom gave you the sex talk, right? Before..." Another ping in the dalmatian's chest caused him to flinch. "Yeah... she gave me the sex talk..." The situation grew silently awkward as Trusser immediately regretted bringing up anything at all while Hudson just clenched the mop in both paws and stroked it back and forth on the lack-lustre deck. The sun started going down before either said a word. Finally an angered call of "Trusser!" from Captain Agnus broke the two of the bond that caused each to not look at the other. The tiger laid his giant paw on the dalmatian's shoulder and smiled. "I didn't mean anything by what I said..." He told him. "I miss her too, ya know..." Hudson just nodded as kept mopping as Trusser walked back to the stairs that lead up to the Cabins. Then, with a perk of his cat-like ears, he turned and smiled at the lad. "And don't worry..." He said. "There'll be plenty of babes on the shores when we arrive tomorrow. You'll knock 'em all dead and have your pick, don't you worry about that." "Good for me..." Hudson replied without looking as he half-heartedly looked at the setting sun. Stars began poking through the sky as the gentle current rocked off the sides boat, seemingly easing the mood a little. Putting his mop down, the dalmatian walked to the railing beside him and rested all his weight on his forearms. He suddenly began to feel like someone was watching as he looked up to the clouds, which floated by so carelessly. A feeling passed through like he should be praying right now, as if his mother could hear him. He felt like he should talk to her, even though he never believed in stuff like that, and even though she was dead... it felt like she was somehow there. That's when the breeze changed direction. Strangely enough it brought with it the scent of pine-flowers and moonlight as petals and things floated along within it. "These must have been floating for days like this..." Hudson thought as he absentmindedly followed them. "That's the only way... they.." That's when he felt it. That familiar feeling growing inside like wildfire as the breeze took him in the exact direction of Wyler and Angela's cage. He stayed in the shadows as he watched the two and wondered. Wondered what it all meant... \*\*\* "Wanna know something funny?" Wyler smiled as the sun started to set, beginning their last night in that god-forsaken cage. They hadn't spoken much all day. Each was contemplating on what they were going to do once they struck soil, and each falling deeper and deeper into the well of hopelessness and doubt that basically said "give up and stop trying..." "...What?" Angela sighed as she looked over to her cell-mate, who was holding a piece of paper in his paws. A grin spread so deep within his muzzle that buried treasure could have been found. The raccoon suddenly flew into action as she dived for the map within the mutt's paw, but before grabbing hold it was snatched out of her reach. "Sorry, Ange..." Wyler chuckled. "But I can't let you have it..." Angela was huffing with rage as she picked herself up off the deck. "And WHY NOT?" "Cause then you'd just leave me behind, ya know?" "I can't believe you still think that..." "I can't believe you forgot about that map..." "SHUTUP PISSFACE!" Wyler was taken aback by the sudden blast from the past as he readily remembered the first pet name Angela had ever given him. "Don't worry," He told her. "So long as I have this map, we're together. It's like our friendship." The mutt smiled as he tried to have a moment with the angry raccoon, who "hmphed" and crossed her arms. "If you were my friend, then you would give me what rightfully belongs to ME!" She growled before a sudden change in the breeze became noticeable. An odd, indescribable smell made them both sniff the air as, what seemed like, rose petals started to fall as if from nowhere, carried within the breeze like fish in a current. That's when Wyler sensed something in front of him, hidden within darkness as the silhouette of vest and baggy pants became more and more visible. It was odd how motionless the dalmatian was as he just stared in the shadow. Wyler rose to his foot-paws, making the dalmatian inch forward slightly as the moonlight cascaded the deck like a curtain just before a famous play. His heart pounded in his throat as his paws came to rest on the bars, beckoning the boy closer. "I can't believe you're back in here..." Hudson whispered as he padded over. He thought about bringing his paws forward, if only to just touch Wyler's, but he thought against it. Instead he lay then just below his and held on tight as if a wind would pull him away at any second. "I can't believe it either..." Wyler replied. "What I wouldn't give to sleep in your bed once more... ya know?" "Yeah..." Hudson gave a slight smile, wondering what exactly he meant by that.. "A hard wooden deck can't be that comfortable to sleep on..." "You'd be right on that one..." Wyler returned the smile and looked away, trying to avoid eye contact, for if he made it the jolt would make him unable to control himself any longer. "I had fun with you.." Hudson broke the silence that was building before bringing his paw underneath the mutt's chin. He rose it to look, wondering why the other was staring away and felt the heat of his pulse on his fingers, beating almost as fast as his was. It was at that moment that each of their fears melted away as they somehow knew what the other was wanting, finally making eye contact. The heat of the moment took them both within her hands, disintegrating the bars that separated them as lighting seemed to strike all around. A movement, ever so slight, made both of them inhale as their muzzles came ever so close, then finally touching softly, sending each other's world into a spin. Together they held as stars started falling and time fell to a stop again as finally two became one, even if it was only for a moment... "And they finally kiss..." Came the sarcastic sigh of the raccoon behind them. Each perked their ears as their eyes slid slowly open. "Oh..." Wyler said as they both back away from each other, blushing harder than they could ever remember. "I'm... uh... so... hey... heh..." "That..." Hudson smiled, letting go of the bar and stepping back. "Was..." "Yeah..." Wyler finished his sentence. "So..." "I better get going then..." "I better... not..." "Oh yeah... cage..." "Yeah... kinda can't..." Hudson smiled and waved slightly, feeling like he could float away to the heavens right now. Wyler returned the wave with a smile as well, wishing he could follow him. Neither of them noticed, though, the pair of gleaming green eyes witnessing everything that happened in that small moment. The tall figure of a tiger, with his tail flicking curiously, rose as he lifted his weight off the bars of the balcony. "Interesting..." He said as he walked back to his room. "Very... interesting indeed..." \*\*\* (8)In you're eyes (The light, the heat.) In you're eyes (I am complete.) In you're eyes (I see the doorway, to a thousand churches.) In you're eyes (The resolution to all my fruitless searches.) Oh I want to be that complete. I wanna touch the light the heat I see in your eyes.(8) "In Your Eyes." -Sr-71 \*\*\* And sooooo That is Chapter 7. I feel the need to apologise a million times due to the intensely extreme lateness because of my exams, WHICH were pretty brutal btw. Oh well they're done now, which leaves me with nothing less but my passion to write, so i should be churning out more for you guys^^. So yeah i really hope you enjoyed this one, because after my... Hiatus i guess you could call it, it felt sort of strange to jump back into writing. Just like it felt strange to jump out of it i guess. It's all a good strange nonetheless and im glad to be back^^. Sincerely yours, -Pup

FSE

He’d seen a great many things in the night sky which he couldn’t personally explain, but as a man of science, Thomas wasn’t one to make assumptions. He was still an amateur astronomer, it being likely that a great deal of phenomena that would be the bread and butter of professionals simply eluded him… at least for the time being. Hence why he never paid much attention to the odd bursts of light he occasionally spotted while stargazing, or the quickly moving shiny dots in the sky that he assumed were just satellites; he knew, deep down, that what he thought was an anomaly was most likely something perfectly mundane, so he never bothered to think too much about it. That is, of course, until the one night where the distant oddities came a bit too close for comfort, and he was suddenly confronted with the very terrifying reality of the situation. For the drox, everything had gone normally up until the point where things quickly nosedived into the realm of the unnatural: he packed up his astronomy gear, left his home after dinner, and drove to a secluded grove at the edge of town, to a spot where light pollution was at its dimmest and he could actually see some of the stars swirling above him. As usual, he placed the tripod on the ground and went to work adjusting the lenses, then, once done, wrestling with the deployable chair that always refused to open properly. From there, the process was always the same, with Thomas quietly looking at the inky blackness above with one hand on the assortment of gears that allowed him to change the magnification, and the other holding a pencil where he recorded his finds in a small notebook. His goal, at least initially, was to correctly identify every major constellation, and from there move on to locating landmark galaxies; he wasn’t yet confident enough in his abilities that he felt as if he could contribute to the bulk of scientific knowledge, but he’d get there… eventually, of course; some day he’d have a star with his name attached to it, he knew that much. Unfortunately, the universe seemed to have different plans for him that night, as rather than providing him with a hitherto-unknown fusion engine, he was instead shown something that, at least at first glance, still looked as if it belonged there to some extent: it was yet another light, albeit larger than the ones around it, definitely much closer to him than the stars in the sky were. Nothing major, Thomas thought to himself, it was probably just a satellite, or maybe even a plane or helicopter; he continued thinking this every time his telescope swerved to look at the damned thing, which steadfastly refused to move from the exact position it had been in when the drox found it, no matter how long he tried to ignore it. After a point, it became impossible for him not to try and spot it with the naked eye, at which point he came to realize that whatever it was, it was most definitely very close to him, it wasn’t moving, and it had to be artificial; even then, Thomas tried his best to convince himself that, whatever it was, the light was likely something innocuous, like a balloon or a particularly long-lasting fireworks rocket. It wasn’t until the dot began to grow and widen, and his ears were suddenly assaulted by an increasingly loud buzzing, that the drox’s mental wall began to crumble, and every fear he’d ever had, every mad assumption he’d ever made, swarmed him during his moment of weakness. There were so many possibilities to choose from if one simply abandoned the path of rationality and gave in to fear, so many bad endings that could leave him scarred for life: was it a meteor come to smush him? An interdimensional creature of unfathomable power? An angel, perhaps, to come pick him as a prophet? Hell, was it aliens? He genuinely had no clue, and given that the light only grew brighter and the sound louder, Thomas didn’t exactly have a lot of opportunities to check for what it might be either. His senses overwhelmed, all he could do was hold his hands to his head and despair at how blocking his ears did nothing to help, all while he felt as if he was being blinded even through closed eyelids; it was impossible to focus on anything else, hence why the green fox-dragon didn’t notice when his feet left the ground, his body suddenly weightless as he was pulled upwards into whatever that light was. The last thing he remembered was everything suddenly going very dark, the noise dropping in both intensity and register, and something that sounded terrifyingly close to someone talking before he lost consciousness. He came back to his senses some time later, though how much later he couldn’t tell. Consciousness came slowly, his head pounding like he’d spent the previous night drinking far too much, yet lacking in the nausea or sense of disorientation doom that came with having to deal with a hangover; instead, he felt… oddly restless, like his body needed to move but he just couldn’t, no matter how much he tried; this wasn’t metaphorical either, as Thomas would soon find out that his arms and legs were genuinely restrained, and tightly enough that he couldn’t move them a single inch. Panic swelled up inside him; had he genuinely been abducted? Were all the stories he heard of alien probings actually real, and he was now about to find out what extraterrestrial visitors did to unassuming people like him? He thrashed about, or tried to at least, only to find that no matter how hard he pulled or pushed, all he managed was to leave his skin chafing after he grinded too heavily against whatever was restraining him, which oh-so-conveniently let him know that he was completely naked, something he confirmed once his eyes focused properly and he tried to get a good look around him. He wasn’t in an operating room, which his knowledge of pop culture told him should have been the case, but rather in a completely empty space, with only the walls, ceiling and floor to keep him company… well, that, and the metal slab that he was strapped on. He couldn’t see it properly, owing to a metallic band keeping his head in place as well, but from what little he could tell by wildly swivelling his eyes around, he was strapped to the thing via a series of rings held tightly against him, keeping him stuck to the cold, uncaring surface of what he could only assume was some sort of adjustable surgical table. That said, with nothing around him, it felt more like he was inside some kind of display case, held in an empty box to be admired, rather than experimented on; it certainly didn’t help that nothing happened for the longest time, leaving him increasingly paranoid about what might take place eventually. Thomas was certain that abduction scenarios had folks be taken and then immediately thrown under the knife by whoever owned the flying craft, but he was apparently just left alone for whatever reason; though keeping track of the passage of time was exceedingly difficult with no light sources, or indeed anything beyond dull grey walls, by the time the drox heard footsteps coming from outside, he was certain he’d been in there for at least an hour, raising doubts as to what exactly was his purpose. Surely he couldn’t be a typical abductee, those who were effectively working on “catch and release” rather than… whatever was happening to him. His doubts wouldn’t be in any way diminished once the footsteps stopped, the wall directly in front of him reshaping itself to create a door from seemingly nothing; from the way the surface of it seemed to melt before doing so, it was probably some form of nanobot compound (he’d seen those in movies), which was entirely in tune with what came through the door: an overgrown lizard. It was bipedal, yet hunched over, as if it wanted its arms to grow outwards and turn into an additional pair of legs. Its skin, scaly, rough-looking even at a distance, a head with two overly large eyes set dead-center, staring directly at Thomas and leaving the drox thoroughly creeped out by how long they could go without blinking… followed by them doing so with three separate eyelids, only making it worse. At the very least they were clothed, though the skin-tight outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination; the last thing Thomas wanted in his mind were the full contours of some unknown alien beast, though surprisingly, when his eyes unfortunately veered downwards, he didn’t spot anything in the way of genitals, and now he was thinking about lizard dick; truly, an astounding turn of events. When the creature (person?) opened its (his?) mouth to talk, what came out sounded exactly like that Thomas remembered hearing before passing out; unfortunately, it was just as indecipherable then as it had been before, and given how confused he must have look, combined with how the alien didn’t even look at him past a certain point, the captive drox began wondering if he was being talked to or simply talked about. He had been abducted, after all, so perhaps that thing was just taking notes for its research, or discussing their newest catch with someone over a communications link, or any other number of things which left Thomas feeling increasingly fearful for his future. He wanted to scream, if only to say something, to prove to that creature that he wasn’t just livestock to be captured and bred or experimented upon, but every time he tried to open his mouth, either his words got stuck in his throat or the extraterrestrial raised a finger as if to silence him, oftentimes both; the gesture was simple, almost insultingly so, and yet Thomas couldn’t bring himself to disregard it, as his mind immediately began thinking about all the terrible fates that could befall him if she should do such a thing. The power dynamic only changed when the lizard stopped chattering in whatever language it used and drew some sort of device from a pocket on its suit: a collar, one that it placed around its neck before fiddling with a series of buttons. Whatever it was, it looked more like some kind of fashion accessory than anything else, prompting some more confused looks out of Thomas… at least until the lizard opened their mouth again, and the words that came out were perfectly understandable. “Language loaded, English,” it spoke, “odd, didn’t expect it to sound so weird coming out of me. Right, logging subject reaction: surprise, mild shock; vital signs still normal, no indication of immediate mental trauma, though long-term observation will still be required. Approaching subject. It took a step closer, its eyes once more locked onto the drox’s. “Subject Seventeen-dash-Beta, how are you feeling?” … was that a trick question? Was he actually supposed to answer it? Did that thing genuinely just ask him how he was doing as if he hadn’t just been abducted and strapped to a table in a room gods-knew-where? It was so brazen that Thomas actually flinched in response, his brain scrambling for a response to give; he wasn’t even thinking of resisting anymore, if only because the approach was so on-the-nose and lacking in any subtlety that it completely broke through any barriers he might’ve put up. Perhaps that was the point? “I’m… f-fine?” Thomas lied through his teeth, not knowing what to say, “Where am I?” “Currently en-route to an unmarked off-site outpost, to await transportation to the core worlds. What? “What?!” the drox blurted out. “You have been selected for captivity thanks to your unique, desirably exotic traits,” the lizard explained nonchalantly, “as such, we have retrieved you from your local habitat, and will now transport you for further processing. You will be allotted food and drink in concordance with your needs, and accommodations as befitting your performance; further details will be given by your caretakers on arrival.” Thomas heard the words, and to some extent he understood what they were supposed to mean, but there was something about them that made his brain refuse to process them. The sounds were there, but the meaning simply refused to stick, if only because it was so absurd that his very mind had erected emergency defenses to keep itself from being overwhelmed; the mere notion that he’d been abducted to serve as some kind of zoo exhibit was so absurd that he had to be dreaming, and whatever the light had been, it had most likely just knocked him out and forced him into a deep enough state of slumber that his brain conjured up this ridiculous series of events. That had to be it, surely, because the alternative was just too much for him to handle. Granted, he could see why a race of lizards would find someone like him to be “exotic”: fox-dragon hybrids weren’t exactly rare, but one with his sort of colouring certainly was. Then again, was that it? Was he being picked because he had a less-common-than-average combination of pigments leaving him a rather uncommon green? It felt insulting, in a way, that he would only be singled out for something he had absolutely no control for, which was a good enough distraction from the outrage of being captured for the sake of being in a zoo that Thomas chose to focus on the former rather than the latter; much less despair as well, given that he was also still restrained, and thus unable to really do anything about his current situation. “You’ll need to undergo a physical check-up on arrival,” the alien carried on, either not noticing or not caring that their captive was clearly expressing emotional distress, “provided you are not carrying any viral pathogens or other contaminants, you’ll then be transported to the nearest transportation hub, and from there towards your permanent residence. Do you have any questions?” “Yes,” Thomas immediately replied, finding enough courage (or stupidity) within him to avoid thinking about the consequences, “what the fuck is going on and where am I going?” For a few moments, the lizard looked genuinely confused. It raised a hand to the collar, temporarily disengaging the translator software; the next few words that came out of their mouth were in their language, with the creature presumably speaking to its colleagues about the sudden outburst. Didn’t take long before their attention was back on the drox though. “We… explained it already: you have been selected for captivity thanks to your exotic physical traits,” the extraterrestrial repeated itself, “on occasion, specimens are procured from your planet when orders for requisitioning are provided; normally, this will be related to long-term medical programs, behavioral studies or zoological exhibits. You are quite lucky to be selected for the last one, as it offers full clearance and protection from more dangerous alternatives.” “I’m not going to live in a fucking zoo!” Thomas shouted, by that point actively struggling against his restraints and managing only to nearly tear fur off his arms. “That is not for you to decide,” the drox’s jailor replied coldly, “nor for me, I’m simply following orders from above. An order came in for a specimen, and your characteristics matched the ones listed; therefore, we have procured you, and you will comply. There is no other choice.” “Screw you there’s no other choice!” the dragon-fox once more bellowed at the top of his lungs, “Let me the fuck out, bring me back home! I’m not gonna be your goddamn zoo pet!” “You are not being requisitioned for domest-” the lizard paused midway through their sentence, letting out a resigned sigh once they realized that nothing they said would get through to their captive “-listen, I understand this is perhaps a bit more than your kind is accustomed to, but I can assure you, things will make perfect sense once you’re settled in and are given instructions. For the time being, however, it appears you are experiencing emotional distress.” The last two words were spoken with a tone that sounded more threatening than it did declarative; indeed, the lizard brought a hand behind their back after the statement and produced what appeared to be some form of auto-injector, a small ampoule with a clear liquid already loaded into it. Thomas… didn’t react. He knew what it was; if anything, he was more confused than anything why they hadn’t just loaded him with tranquilizers before. He barely even said anything when the lizard silently leaned over to prick the side of his arm; all he could muster was an angry stare for as long as the substance allowed him to remain conscious. He might not have any control over where his life was going anymore, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t about to make that everyone’s problem, even if all he could do was be grumpy about it. Nevertheless, tranquilizers were tranquilizers, and within moments, everything blacked out again. He woke up after yet another indeterminately long period of time, once again restrained to a bed, once more stuck inside a room; this one, however, had bright white panels instead of dull grey ones, and his captors were nice enough to keep his bed horizontal rather than leaving him to face off against gravity. He still couldn’t move though, and in fact felt like his muscles had all taken a serious beating from how harshly they were aching, but at least… well, there wasn’t an “at least”, really; his brain tried to find a silver lining, but there weren’t many to be found amidst the dreadful situation he was in. He tried humming, then whistling, then shouting for someone to come get him, before finally settling on staring ahead at the ceiling; his body was once again tingling, desperate for him to move it, even when such a thing was impossible, leaving him feeling so restless that he could probably run for a mile and a half and still not have vented all the excess energy he had inside of him. Thomas wondered whether this was on purpose, if his jailors were deliberately keeping him in that state for long enough that it broke him, turning him into a pliable and far more agreeable test subject. If that was the case, they had another thing coming; the longer they made him wait, the angrier he became, and the more resentment he built up towards the sheer injustice of what was happening to him. He swore to himself that the moment they removed those restraints, he was going to make damned sure they regretted doing so, because if he had nothing else, then he still had his dignity. Sadly, dignity didn’t help fill his belly, and before long he began to feel the effects of having been abducted what had most likely been several hours earlier, with the grumbling of his stomach filling his ears in about as much proportion as it itself was empty. Thomas could’ve called for food, could’ve asked for something; he knew they were listening, and would most likely come bearing “treats” for their new pet, so he kept his mouth shut. If the lizards wanted to do anything, they’d have to take the first step, a stubborn position that the drox held onto even after thirst was added onto the hunger already nagging at him and it started to feel like he’d been outright abandoned. It was a tug-of-war, or at least Thomas assumed it was for the sake of his own sanity, one that he refused to lose… and wouldn’t he know it, after what felt like an eternity, right when his mental defenses were starting to crumble, one of the walls produced a door in much the same way as back in the other cell, with a similarly-suited lizard walking into the room, dragging an IV drip behind them in one hand, and pushing a metal cart with the other. From the look on their face, they were not happy with being there; in fact, they didn’t say a single word at first, preferring to work in silence as they attached the IV to their patient-slash-prisoner, then opened a hatch on the top of the cart and retrieved what looked to be a small energy bar from within. “Eat,” they commanded, before unceremoniously shoving the snack directly into Thomas’ mouth, then immediately turning back and leaving the room with the cart in tow. He’d won. Against all odds, his obstinance had carried the day and actually got him something close to a victory! It wasn’t much, and the energy bar was certainly not the best thing he’d ever tasted, but at least he had something, with the IV drip taking care of the rest; not the best of circumstances, but certainly an improvement. The power bar itself was almost disgustingly bland, to the point where Thomas almost wished that it tasted poorly just so it could have a taste to begin with; it was like chewing through paper, through thick, slightly pasty paper with only the slightest hints of something that might once have been sugar, and it was dreadful. The drox figured that it must be some kind of emergency nutritional supplement, something that was eaten for survival rather than any sort of enjoyment; it was even slightly moist, presumably so it could take care of the need for water to some extent… and the longer he chewed on it (and there was plenty of time for that, given how terrible it was), the more he seemed to… “like” was not the right word for it, but it became slightly more tolerable, a sentiment that grew more powerful with every bite and movement of his jaw. Perhaps there was a gooey center to help compensate for how godawful the rest of it was, or maybe his brain was just trying to make the best out of a shitty situation, but by the time he was done with the energy bar, Thomas felt as if it hadn’t been nearly as bad as he initially presumed; he even felt refreshed and (slightly) restored, like the snack had been an HP Up item in a video game, just what his metabolism needed! In fact, he felt so good that he almost smiled; really, the longer he spent marinating in the aftermath of eating what had once felt like wet tissue paper, the more the drox came to realize that it had done a number on his body, bringing it right back to full working condition and then some! He was genuinely impressed; maybe it was a super-snack, designed to return even the critically ill to the best of health at the expense of having to eschew any sense of taste, and his captors just happened to realize that they wouldn’t be able to break him, so they might as well try and keep him stable. Hell, Thomas felt so energized that it circled back to him despairing at how his body was being held back by the restraints, restraints that felt increasingly tighter each time he tried to break free from them. He thrashed about again, hoping to get a reaction from his jailors, and yet, rather than panic or shouting, what he got instead was enough silence for him to realize that there was something there, something making a noise that he hadn’t heard in a while: twisting metal. He still had his head restrained, thus couldn’t quite make out what was happening, but whenever he tried moving an arm or a leg, he could actually hear the metallic rings holding him down groan loudly, as if they were being bent out of shape; now, clearly, this couldn’t be the case, because there was no way a scrawny little thing like him could ever do that much damage… but that didn’t stop him from trying again either, especially when he began feeling the rings loosen.

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Title: Friendly Neighbours Ch. 02 Tags: romance, neighbours, new love In the bathroom, Dan undressed me slowly. I closed my eyes as he caressed my skin, his hands trailing over my shoulders, down my back, over my hips. I sighed softly and pushed my body into his hands, willing him to keep going. Dan misread me and pulled my body into his. He looked into my eyes before taking my mouth in a fierce kiss. It was impossible not to melt into him, and impossible not to press against his growing erection. Almost impossible. "Dan, stop." I gasped, leaning away from his heat. "What are we doing?" Dan furrowed his brow in confusion. "This, Dan. We met yesterday, and look what's happened. And what's about to happen." "Does that matter? People meet in bars, and on Tinder, and have one night stands all the time." He reasoned. "We live next door to one another, though. We can't avoid each other." "Do you want to avoid me?" The confusion on his face had turned to hurt. I had known Dan for such a short time, but I already knew that avoiding him was something I didn't want to do. I doubt I could if I tried. "I don't do this kind of thing, sleeping with random men." "I'm not a random man, Em. At least, I don't have to be. Yes, this happened quickly but did we do anything you didn't want us to do?" Dan lifted one hand and tucked my hair behind my ear. I shook my head. I had definitely wanted what we did and I definitely wanted more of the same. Dan slid his hand across my jawbone and tilted my chin so that our noses touched. "So then, we won't make this a random, one time only thing. Let's make this whatever we want it to be." My heart fluttered and soared. Dan wanted more than just hook ups. Of all the things I expected so soon after experiencing such devastating heartache, falling for my new neighbour didn't feature on the list. "Shall we?" I said, reaching into the shower to turn it on. "No." Dan took my wrist and pulled me away. "I have something else in mind now. How do you feel about getting a little dirtier first?" The smile on his face was sly and excited as he led me out of the bathroom and down the hallway into my bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and I watched intently as he got undressed. Blood pounded loudly in my ears as I waited for him to take off his jeans. Dan hooked his fingers into the waistband and I had to cross my knees as his jeans went down over his ankles. His cock stood proudly erect above a thick thatch of dark blonde hair. He was so aggressively male that I couldn't stop myself from reaching for him, but Dan took my hand and guided it to his mouth. Kissing my palm, Dan stepped toward me, bringing his cock just inches from my face. I licked my lips in anticipation, waiting for the feeling of his heavy member against my tongue. The sensation never came and Dan chuckled as he walked away from me and to the other side of the bed, coming to lie down beside me. He used one hand to uncross my knees, continuing to over my thigh until his hand rested over my mound, his thumb sliding over my slit. I turned my body to face him, trapping his hand between my thighs to make sure he wouldn't leave me with out his touch. "It feels good, knowing that you get this wet for me." Dan's voice was husky as he pressed his digit gently at the entrance of my warmth. "What's your last name?" Well that was right out of left field. I didn't answer, but rolled my hips in an attempt to find some satisfaction. Dan read me though, and pulled his hand away from where I most wanted it. "Nuh uh. Answer." He commanded. "Jensen." I said, and I was immediately rewarded with pressure on my clit. Not enough, but it was there. "Yours?" "Pratley." Even in my state of needy desire, I couldn't resist making fun of him. "Ohh, I'm Lord Daniel Pratley the third, pleasure to mee-" I started with an overly posh English accent, but I was silenced when Dan forcefully pressed a finger inside me. "Hmm, I knew that would shut you up." Dan groaned. "How old are you? Where did you grow up?" "I just turned 30, and in the inner-city. I only moved to the suburbs a few years ago. You?" I answered, my breathing laboured as Dan teased me. "36. I grew up here, in the suburbs." "But your accent isn't from here." "Very observant Ms Jensen. My family moved here from Portland when I was 12. I never lost my accent." Much to my annoyance, Dan removed his hand from between my legs. He tapped his chin with the same finger he had inside me, a mock display of hard thinking. When he lifted two fingers to his mouth and sucked them, I nearly died. He put his hand back in its rightful place between my thighs and gently pushed his two fingers inside me. "That's so good," I groaned "but your fingers can't compare to how good your cock feels." "Be careful what you say Emily Jensen, I may just ravish you and then our little game will be over." "That sounds wonderful, if you wouldn't mind." I tried to entice him, but Dan was relentless in his quest to get more information from me. "Since we find ourselves naked on your bed, I am going to assume that you're single. So what is a drop dead gorgeous 30-year old woman doing buying a house on her own in the suburbs?" My heart sank. When I realised the day before that something was sparking between Dan and I, this was the conversation I was hoping wouldn't arise, at least not for a long while. I gently pushed at the hand between my thighs and felt relief and regret as Dan slid his fingers out of me. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to formulate my words. To Dan's unending credit, he was patient and waited for me until I was ready to speak. "I'm newly divorced, Dan. Very newly. My husband and I used to live in a large home in the south of the city; he earned a much better salary than me. When everything happened, I had to downsize. I came here because it's nice but affordable and near a few schools, so I thought it would be an easy place to get some students." I didn't cry because I had no more tears to shed. I was just hoping that Dan wasn't put off. I needn't have worried. Dan took my hand and held it in his own. "What happened?" "He was unreliable. I don't know if he cheated on me, but it was just like he didn't care about me. Not until the end. Then he finally started showing emotion, drowning me in flowers and gifts but the damage had been done. I had spent most of my twenties trying to get this man to show me that he loved me that by the time he did, I had checked out. Leaving him was hard, probably the hardest thing I've ever done, but it was worth it. I don't spend my nights crying myself hoarse anymore." Dan wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me into his body. "Baby, I know you don't need me to tell you that you deserve better than that." Dan whispered into my hair in between kisses on the top of my head. Somehow, my newest acquaintance (if I could call him that) knew the heart of me. He knew that I needed comfort but that I didn't need to hear one more piece of cliché advice. How did he just get me? I didn't know how to put that into words, but I wanted him to know. I shuffled up the bed so we could make eye contact on the same level. I breathed his name before practically launching at him. His mouth accepted mine, willingly. I poured my need for Dan into every kiss, into my nails digging into his shoulders. Dan responded perfectly, grabbing at my ass to grind into my body. He hooked a hand under my knee and lifted it over his hip, instantly moving between my legs. The velvet head of his engorged cock pressed urgently at my opening, and I pushed my hips down to accept his girth. Dan's looked at me with hooded eyes and parted lips as his breathing became heavy. "Let go, baby." He whispered. Dan kept his hand on my knee, gripping tighter and taking control. I took a deep breath and relaxed all the muscles in body, allowing Dan to reign over me. He remained inside me as he gently pushed me onto my back and took his place above me. He cupped my head with his hands. His eyes burned hot with desire but his movements remained gentle and calm: soft kisses on my lips and neck, tender thrusts into my body. He claimed me so entirely, bodily and emotionally, leaving no space for anything else. I raised my hips, inviting more of him as Dan made love to me. As he pulled out and then buried himself into me, his thrusts became urgent and I became needy. I begged him for more, harder, and more again. The more Dan drove into me, the higher I floated. I was beyond thought and beyond bliss as I came. I called for him loudly, Dan's relentless energy pushing me from one orgasm and into the next. I was breathless and falling to pieces when Dan growled as he released into me, and I felt every pulse of his climax. Dan rolled onto his back, pulling me into his side. Our bodies were dewy with perspiration and we both sighed contentedly. I felt so satisfied; something I hadn't felt in such a long time. More importantly, I felt desired and wanted. I looked up at Dan, and when I saw he was looking down at me with a warm glow in his eyes, a buzz ran through my body. Yes, definitely wanted. "I'll say it again: You are actually amazing." Dan complimented me while he stroked my face. My cheeks flushed. I didn't know what was amazing about making love with a gorgeous man, but I wasn't going to fight him if that's what he thought. "How about that shower now?" I asked. \*\*\*\* Showered and dressed, Dan and I ate a late lunch of left over pizza and polished off a couple of beers each. The sun was turning orange in the afternoon sky. "Thank you for your help with the bed," I paused, unsure of how to continue, "and for your kindness, understanding and all that." "You don't have to thank me, Em. What's not to understand? We've all been through tough relationships." "I didn't ask you: what's a handsome 36 year old man doing living on his own in the suburbs?" My stomach tightened even as I asked the question. I suddenly felt intrusive, nosey, and jealous of the small time I had spent with him. "I've always lived in the suburbs, I like the peace and quiet. Besides, do you know how much it would cost to have a combined work studio and home in the city? I don't think I could ever afford it." He rubbed the stubble around his chin. "As far as relationships go, I haven't had anything serious in years. After my last relationship ended, I just threw myself into my work." "What happened, if you don't mind me asking?" "We just wanted different things. She wanted to go out, she loved the clubs and that whole scene. I tried for her but it's very obviously not my thing. I think she also wanted to be free on those nights she was out, and I can't blame her. Who wants to be stuck at home with me and a pack of dogs?" I wanted to scream "Me!! I do!!" at the top of my lungs, but I decided to err on the side of caution and smile weakly at him instead. Smooth, Emily. Real smooth. "So, when can I meet your pack?" With in minutes, I had locked up and we were at Dan's doorstep. "Just brace yourself, ok?" Dan stood in front of me as he opened the front door to his home, and four huge dogs came barrelling towards us. We barely managed to shuffle inside the door. I sat on the ground, and was instantly covered in wet mouths and hot breath as Dan's dogs learned what they had to about me. I giggled with every lick on my cheek and in my ear and I tried to reach for every wagging bum I could. Over all the excitement, I could only just make out Dan calling the dogs to sit by his feet. I scrambled to standing and finally got a good look at them all. They were all mutt-crosses of some kind or other, and all of them big. "Who do we have here? We've got Ace the Retriever, Attila the Rottweiler, Mathius the Bernese, and Conrad the Dane. They're not pedigree, but they're amazing, aren't you?" He said, rubbing the head of Mathius who looked up at him with huge black eyes. All of the dogs sat patiently as I scratched their heads and necks, introducing myself the only way I could. Excitement aside, they were well trained and very sweet. Dan started walking to the living room and they all got up and followed him, all but Attila. He stayed by my side, only following the other dogs when I did too. "I think someone likes you." Dan laughed as he took a seat on one of the three couches that filled the space. I was about to ask why one man would need so much furniture, but when the dogs got up and took their places on the sofas, my question was answered. Attila still remained by my side, and when I sat beside Dan, Attila curled up on the other side. "So when I go back home, I'm taking this one, cool? Cool." I said as I played with Attila's soft ears. "And what, pray tell, will you do with him?" "During the day, he can sit outside in the sun. At lunch we can go for walks, and then at night we can cuddle in bed." To say that I was completely enamoured with this dog was an understatement. "I don't think I like my dog taking my place in your bed." Dan said as he squeezed my arm. If the room were dark, I would have been surrounded with a nuclear-like glow. With every passing minute, Dan was becoming more perfect to me than a Disney prince ever could have been. It was surreal, and too good to be true. The thought that this could all be for show saddened me, probably because it had been so long since I had experienced true passion. But I was in a new phase of my life and I was resolved to just take what came at me with out over analysing every little thing. "You want to come with me while I walk the dogs? I promise you can hold Attila's lead." Dan broke the silence. Our sunset walk together was pleasant but sad. We let the dogs run around in a park while we sat on a bench in the shade and talked. I learned that Dan was the only child of two only children and he was particularly close to his mother growing up, but that he lost both of his parents in a car accident when he was in his mid-twenties. He had inherited his family home but sold because he hated living in so much empty space. He had built a network of close friends, but nothing would be the same as his parents. The tears that threatened to spill in his blue eyes broke my heart. I couldn't even begin to imagine his lonely ache. I straddled his lap and took his head in my hands. I didn't need to tell Dan to put his arms around me; that was a given. I kissed all over his face: his cheeks, chin, forehead and nose. I wanted to pour every sorry, every bit of care and tenderness I felt into him. I wanted him to know that, despite whatever this was, I would be there for him when he needed it. "Thank you." Dan whispered as he rubbed my back. "Should we head back home?" We walked back hand-in-hand, the dogs by our sides. It was unnerving that I felt more at home being like this with Dan than I ever felt in my marriage. It was downright scary. "Good night." I said to Dan, leaning in to kiss his cheek when we got to his front door. "Wait! You're not staying for dinner?" He asked. It was obvious that it was the only option he had considered. "I really should go." I waved him off and walked back to my house. I heard his front door open and close behind me, which is why I nearly jumped out of my skin when he grabbed my arm as I was putting the key in the lock of my door. "Jesus Christ, Dan! You couldn't have said something?" I squealed, trying to regain my breath after my shock. "You wouldn't have turned around. Why did you run away like that?" "I didn't run, I walked home." "You know what I mean." Dan sighed with exasperation. "What's happening between us Dan, it's taken me completely by surprise. I'm just feeling overwhelmed." "I get that baby, I do. But does that mean you want to go back to your house where Attila doesn't live and watch TV alone? Or would you rather come back to mine, use me for my dogs and body, and watch a movie and eat some grub?" He was making himself irresistible. He knew damn well I didn't want to watch TV alone. I let him take me back to his house. I woke up all too warm, with thick drool on my shoulder and heavy breathing in my ear. Focussing my eyes on the hot mass in my arms, I saw Attila sleeping peacefully, and Mathius at my feet. I didn't remember falling asleep Dan's sofa, but here I was. I glanced around the room and saw Dan sleeping on one of the other sofas in what I assumed was solidarity. I looked back at Attila in my arms. The soft rise and fall of his chest was mesmerising and relaxing, and before I knew it, I was drifting back to sleep. The second time I woke up, I was much cooler and a cup of coffee was being wafted near my face. "Well good morning there, bug-a-lug. Sleep well?" Dan said as I sat up and took the coffee from his hands. "I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to stay!" Dan leaned in to kiss me, and thinking of my morning breath, I kept my kiss closed and chaste. But Dan wasn't having it. With the same strong male force he showed me in bed, he forced me in to a kiss more passionate. He kept one hand firmly on the back of my neck, not allowing me any room to move, and he enslaved me with his tongue. I was helpless against him as he commanded more from me with out words. I didn't notice when the coffee cup in my hands was gone, I just slowly came to realise it wasn't there anymore. With his hands under my knees, Dan spread my legs wide over either side of his hips while he kneeled on the floor. He roughly hooked a thumb into the crotch of my panties and pulled them aside, his breathing ragged. "Always ready to be fucked, aren't we Ms Jensen?" Dan growled as he plunged inside me. I lifted my hips, giving back whatever I could. I began quivering as soon as Dan's finger flicked at my clit, and I came vocally. My pussy clenched around Dan, but he remained inside me only until my orgasm subsided, his eyes closed in concentration. When he pulled out, his dick was glistening and I watched breathlessly as Dan rubbed frantically at his hardness and came in thick ropes over my stomach. I felt used in the most delicious way. Dan slumped forward, his head resting between my breasts. He looked down at his come that was now pressed between our bodies. "Come on." Dan pulled me to my feet and kept me steady as my head spun with a dizzy spell. "What the hell was that all about?" I asked, still sensitive between my thighs. "I wanted to kiss you. I just pushed my advantage." Dan ushered me into the shower and washed me with soaped hands. This wasn't something that would lead to fucking; this was tender and sensitive touch. He invited me to stay for breakfast, but he graciously accepted when I made my excuses to leave. I truly needed time to think. Back in the seclusion of my own space, I unpacked my stereo and began the labour of emptying the boxes that were still cluttering my home. It was mindless work, and my thoughts wandered to Dan. Sure, I wasn't opposed to another serious relationship, but so soon? Was this even going to become a serious relationship or were we just going to sleep together and slowly become friends in the process? What did Dan want? More importantly, what did I want? My head was swimming. By the time night fell, most of the boxes were unpacked and I found myself in bed, wishing that I had seen Dan just once more. After all the questions I had asked myself, the only answer was that I wanted to have him in my life. I didn't know much more than that. I was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, when one thought came into my head unbidden: you should find Dan on Facebook. I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and immediately put it down. I scolded myself before picking up the phone again. I searched his name, but not one profile looked like the Dan I knew. Was I interested in a man who was so mature that he didn't have Facebook, even? Frustrated and relieved, I threw the phone back down and stared at the ceiling. A warm breeze filtered through the trees, bringing the soft fragrance of spring flowers through my window. Despite the noise in my head, the world outside was quiet. From the moment Dan showed up at my door, I had felt like I was freefalling and like I was out of control in the most wonderful way. Yes the situation was out of the ordinary, but it felt so good, so comfortable. I wondered if Dan was also lying in bed, thinking on how crazy the last couple of days had been, thinking on me. I didn't have to wonder for long. There was a soft rap on my front door. My heart leapt between hope and fear, praying that it was Dan and not a late night intruder. I walked quietly through the house and out of the side window, I saw Dan's silhouette waiting patiently. I opened the door, and Dan didn't wait for an invitation. He scooped me up in his large arms and carried me into the bedroom. His rough hands gently pulled off my slip, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin. I loved the way his body moved when he took off his shirt and shorts, fluid and powerful. We stared at the other's nakedness, neither of us caring about the next move, just taking in whatever we could. Dan reached for my body, holding me around my waist and lowering me into the bed. "Emily," Dan whispered into my ear, "What are you doing to me?" "I haven't stopped thinking about you." I confessed. "I never want to stop thinking about you." That was the last thing Dan said before he overwhelmed me. With his hands bunched in my hair, he kept hold of me as he made his way down my body with his mouth. Kisses wet and warm, Dan took hold of one nipple and then the other, bringing each to a hard nub that shot electricity through my body. He moaned when I arched into his mouth, and it spurred him on to keep moving, creating a wet path of saliva down my body that cooled in the stillness of the night. With out hesitation, Dan swirled his tongue through the slick folds of my sex, and I melted into him. He didn't stop or waiver as he devoured me, and I came as he lashed at my entrance. I was breathing shallow breaths, attempting to recover when Dan filled me; the length of him taking from me what little breath I had left. He engulfed my lips with his own, the taste of my come playing on our kiss. Our hips locked tight as we made love in the dark, Dan ruling over my body, playing me like an instrument that only he knew how to play. This was so different to anything I had ever experienced, anything I had ever dreamt of. We held each other as we climaxed, with Dan's fingers digging into my flesh as lights flashed behind my eyes. Dan lay down beside me and I could just make out his smile of satisfaction. I rested my fingers on his face lightly, tracing his strong jaw. He playfully bit at one of my fingers when I trailed over his lips. "You should rest, Em. We aren't close to being finished yet." A thrill shuddered through me, but I ignored it and moved closer into Dan, making a space for myself against his warm chest. I finally found the sleep I needed.

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Title: Fortitude by Bjorn Tags: Action, Avian, Demon, Human, Kissing, No-Yiff, Series A thundering crash shook the cabin, and he sat up, fumbling in the dark, the walks shaking around him, like a dice in a cup. As the roar subsided, his seeking hands found the light switch, and the cool brass yielded, soft orange lights illuminating his room. He jumped from his bunk, peering about, hearing running footsteps outside. He pulled thick trousers and a shirt onto himself, glancing at the clock on the wall. The ornate hands indicated five minutes to three. Pushing dark hair from his eyes, he moved to the door, stepping into the corridor. While a huddle of creatures turned the far corner to the stairs, a tall black wolf was strolling the length of the rooms, opening every door, peering inside. At first the man was confused and fearful, but as he began to call out, the lupine turned to him. "Everyone's up on deck! Help me check the rooms, I don't know everyone's out." The man walked out, nodding, and began to check each door. Many were ajar, all seemed empty. He motioned to the wolf, who nodded back to him, and they jogged toward the stairs. He frowned, confused, at the left wall of the stairs. It was bent outward worryingly, protruding a foot or so into the stairway. The wolf walked around the bulge, looking back, and he followed. The lights above him, illuminated words, flickered. "Starboard Deck Access". He pushed the metal door back as it swung toward him and followed the lupine out into the night, the wind rushing about them gently. A crowd of creatures was staring at the centre of the deck. He looked, and felt his stomach twist tightly in consternation. The centrepiece of the Hauler's Engine, it's tall bridge; was destroyed. By some means the rear mast had fallen from it's usual position supporting the balloon above, and crushed the command deck. A battered looking crewman was talking to the passengers, waving his hands for calm, and the man watched him, frowning, considering his tattered, bloody jacket. "Rear lifeboats are gone, I'm sorry; The mast took them with it. We need to get forward soon, everyone stay calm, and gather together. There're other crewmen just behind me." The man gritted his teeth at the crewman's words as the crowd began to sound alarmed. A tall bull beside him began to weep. He continued to think rapidly, considering the scene about him as a group of crew; led by a husky flight-lieutenant, leading an injured passenger, appeared from the rear section of the boat, stepping out of the thin, ethereal fog. He noted the taught rear tether at the ship's rear, and realised the large balloon must be barely held to the airship. He looked forward, into the gloomy cargo crates cluttering the deck. "Folks, we're going to be fine, my name's Terry Peterson, we are going to evacuate the ship, there's been some kind of accident. I want everyone lined out, can we get a headcount? Is there anyone left downstairs?" He could hear the troubled edge in the lieutenant's voice beneath his calm demeanour, and spoke out loudly. "No, I just checked, all the rooms are empty!" He glanced at the black wolf, who was watching the officer intently. He peered up at the mast's stump, and saw that the central catwalk had been partially ripped away, shrouded in darkness, leering twisted from the mist. "Alright then, everyone lining up please! Lines of six!" He heard the officer's call and stepped into line, still watching the broken gantry in morbid fascination. Another crewman, a thick set, pure white dog, opened a red fire-cabinet, and began to distribute blankets, face set. The count was rapid. "Thirty-one sir! Six missing!" The voice of a bird, some sort of hawk cut the chatter, as the uniformed avian saluted the officer, who nodded appreciatively. A big cat of some kind, almost unseen through the throng, spoke up. He missed the words over the hubbub, but saw the husky nod. "That leaves three missing, we'll search as we go, come on let-" Just before the officers words were cut short, the man looked up yet again. A curling glimmer shot through the night, some sort of petrol bomb, and exploded over the deck. He leapt back instinctively, and saw some poor horse, fur coated in flaming fuel, scream, and run desperately about. He saw the dark figure on the gantry and pointed, yelling. "UP THERE!" He began to run at once, towards their shrouded assailant, joined by most of the crewmen, and that same black wolf from the corridor. They pounded across the boarding, away from the flames, shouting. The avian led the group, talons clanging over the metal as they crossed onto the cargo floor. The figure had descended, rapidly, swinging down daringly from his perch, and as they gave chase, six of them by his own count, they began to gain on their prey, the floor-level lights illuminating it as it fled. His heart thudded in his ears, the elusive running figure slipping around bend after bend, still slipping their grasp. Their chase took them towards mid-deck, passing the central mast. An enormous roar, a giant explosion from above near threw them to their feet, but glancing back in confusion they kept up their pursuit. The balloon had exploded on it's port side, the ship lurched heavily, and fire lit the night. Burning cloth and glowing ash filled the breeze, fluttering toward them as they ran, breathless. Ahead, they heard a crack. Still full of adrenaline, they rounded a corner as a group, and stopped. A harsh red light illuminated the thin gorge between two crate stacks as they entered the artificial alleyway. A body rested against the darkness. Lying against the railing was the corpse of a lynx, in a crewman's uniform. Her head was gone, a smoking flare gun in her hand, and blood ran from the stump of her neck as her feet twitched, writhing in death. As a group still, they advanced, and the hawk reached her. The thin smoke of the flare gushed over them. "Oh god... We need to get back to the others." The hawk turned back to the others, but the lieutenant was not with them, only the human, black wolf, a male engineer, and two other crewmen; the white dog and a female cow. The cow strode forward. "Calm it John, let's get some flares off. We're in way over our heads." Voice cool, she prised the gun from her companion's death grip, and broke the chamber, extracting the smoking shell, taking a fresh shot from the broken case strapped to the railing that had yielded the pistol. The five males watched her solemnly, as she fired their distress into the darkness in bright red balls that hung like defiled stars in the high fog. A bleak eternity later she dropped the heat-tipped tool, and turned, walking away from the bloody body, it's ichors clinging to her hooves. They thronged with her, her calm assigning her leadership without question. Across the metal he walked back with them, moving rapidly, shadows leaping like ghosts across the crates as they passed the flickering, floor level bulbs. They stole back past the mast, still watching about them, the night full of leering pools of black shadow. Soon a group, eyes full of fearing hope, loomed out of the dark, the husky herding them protectively, his uniform covered in small burns. Of the second engineer there was no sign. "You should have damn well stayed with the passengers. I'll not have us falling apart now." His voice was cold, but firm, as the group of six rejoined the herd, walking slightly separated from the rest, the lieutenant between the two groups. "What happened, who was it?" "It was Jane sir... She killed herself." The cow spoke quietly. The officer was visibly shaken, peering seemingly fearfully at her. The dark-haired man shook his head, peering at the other crewmen. He could see the husky's dilemma. If one member of the crew had betrayed them, what about the others, what about the exploding balloon? They continued on, slowly; more fearful now. The deck shivered imperceptibly, airborne ash gusting around the crowd. Suddenly, far up ahead, above the crates; lights flicked on, bright bulbs illuminating a crane at the front of the deck. Even as people began to murmur, the lights died. The officer frowned. "Stay together." As he spoke, they heard the crane's slow motions above the incessant creaks of the airship as the Hauler's Engine swayed. As he walked through the gloom, the man stared straight ahead trying to discern the crane's form, but it was invisible in the dark and the fog. They heard the crane begin to lift, and suddenly a horrendous scream of metal cut the air. After a dead pause, it was followed by a mighty crash, of splitting wood and metal, and the main huddle stopped, only a few, the dark-haired man included, continuing to jog forward. Silence reigned again. At the crew's encouragement the migration continued; a few of the group now somewhat ahead. Strung out now, the would be escapees passed a loading area, footsteps singing out into the dark, warm air, the ash seeming thicker now, though the glow from the balloon had dimmed. The deck shuddered again, and a horrible crunch, a mirror of the one moments before, assaulted all their ears. Desperate eyes looked left, and, like a ghost out of the ether, a giant lifter from high above toppled ponderously onto the column of walkers. Screams filled the night as dust exploded upward, figures running, scrambling for escape, till the machine landed on the metal with a toll like a funeral bell. The man, dark hair greyed with dust; rushed back, towards the dust cloud, eyes wide. The cloud faded slowly, and all was quiet, punctuated by sobbing moans. The crowd was decimated. Invisible in the black wreckage lay the corpses of most of the passengers, the lieutenant and the stocky engineer. He dropped to his knees, shaking his head desperately. Three crew, the hawk, cow and dog remained. With them, including the man, a mere four passengers. One of them, a mouse, was half trapped under a broken bar, and the man rushed forward, tugging him, the hawk at his side suddenly, taking another arm. They pulled him free as the loader collapsed further, in on itself. They all sat, desolate, on the decking for a moment, fur, skin, clothes feathers all coated in dirt and dust. At length, as the deck bucked again, the balloon above groaning, they began to stand, some faces tracked with tears, others dry and cold. "I'm Richard. Are you OK?" He spoke softly to the mouse, crawling up onto it's knees. The mouse nodded. "I'm good. Only cuts. My name's James; and thankyou. Both of you." He looked at the hawk as well as the man. The group came to it's feet, crowding together, eyes averted from the fallen loader. "We can't stop. If we're talking names, I'm Liz. The lifeboats aren't far, we can't stop." The cow spoke, eyes hard, and all affirmed her words. Without more words, Richard followed her, the others crowding about them, as they continued their march, dogged, and tired. They passed the mounting stairs for the catwalk, and turned left, towards port, steps soft in the disturbed night, as groans and thuds echoed over the deck, like phantasms in the darkness. On occasion the lights would flicker, and threaten to fail. They saw above them the crane, illuminated earlier, rising up above the encroaching containers. A sudden quiet roar, muffled, echoed out over the deck, and the night glowed momentarily, illuminated like dawn. Fires had begun in earnest, at the stern of the Hauler's. They all watched in silence, feeling the ship's lurching stumbles, as flame began to spread forth, rushing up from vents far behind them, flickering demoniacally. The hawk beckoned them, and they hurried onward, feet pounding, moving rapidly away from the threatening fires, that were rising up rapidly into a blaze. The balloon glowed, red. They rounded the corner, and stopped. There was no end to their troubles, it seemed. The wooden balcony that allowed passengers to slip past the forward containers to the prow of the ship, and the lifeboats that rested there, was gone. The crane's arm, grabber-less, was suspended above, and something had been dropped onto the decking, breaking it clean away. A cavernous hole in the ship revealed the lower storage decks, crates inside tumbling occasionally from the rent into the abyss. Richard walked forward first, unfased by the height, and looked down. He turned back, stepping away from the splintered edge. "That's way too far to jump. Is there another way around?" Liz nodded at him, and began to speak, but with a far off ‘thump' the fires leapt closer to them, vents well forward of mid-deck spewing fiery debris into the night air. "Yes, but we can't reach it. We'll burn, the junction to starboard's too far back." All in the group cursed, and looked about them, many sweating, panic beginning to scent the air. Richard looked back at the chasm. "Then we can bridge across." He knelt, and grabbed the exposed end of a broken board, pulling it upward, away from the deck, splitting it. It came away, several metres long, still too short. He began to pull at another, and the group twigged; rushing forward to help. It took minutes, as the fires burned brighter and closer, the air heating, swirling, glowing ash blowing about them, burning splinters raining down. Finally, they had several boards long enough, and pushed them out over the dark, bridging the gap. The mouse, James, went first, followed by Liz, then two other passengers, both tigers. Richard mounted the planks next, walking calmly over the gaping hole, with the hawk at his back. The dog was last. As the first tiger stepped clear, Liz already jogging toward the prow access door, another explosion split the night. The detonation was colossal, the entire sky glowing like lightning. The sound was a blow, pushing the boards free of their resting place like sticks in a hurricane. Wind whipped over the deck, and Richard felt the world lurch as he began to fall. The last he saw of the deck was the Tiger ahead jumping free, before he dropped into the night. It was by luck more than effort that he grabbed anything, a broken wall plate of the ship's bottom level. The hawk clung beside him, one taloned hand on his shoulder. All was confusion, fiery light and dust, bodies battered as they hung above the great forest, clinging to the side of the ship's keel. Richard's brain threw up a statistic as he looked down, shock filling him. ‘We are approximately three thousand feet above the treeline.' He pulled with all his might, dragging his tired frame over the broken wall, falling a long way down the curved inner wall to the warm floor, solid beneath him, the avian struggling to follow. They thumped to the surface and panted as they lay, battered from their fall, in the flickering, orange dimness. Richard looked up, but the deck was invisible, high above, hidden by the intervening floors and the smoke. His ringing ears heard no shouts. Of the white dog, there was no sign. He looked along the cargo floor back toward the far off bulkheads, the hawk pulling him to his feet, both of them coughing; bruised and burnt. The fire was terrifyingly close, leering closer to the fore, leaping like a malevolent force toward them. He barely held his sanity as he searched desperately around him. "Look!" He shouted over the roar of the fire, in desperate recognition. A large stack of lead barrels rested at the very front of the cramped, smoky chamber, and around them was a thick, long, metal hawser. He rushed towards it, and pulled the releasing lever with gritted jaw. The barrels, sweating in the heat, rolled free from their stack, joined by the cable, and struck the wall on the starboard side heavily. The first strike gave a hearty crunch, and as more barrels collided, the wall gave, revealing the night beyond, stars shining as the weights dropped into the dark. The hawser, night a foot thick and squashed, not quite round, held the hanging barrels, though from the heavy clangs resonating up, it was clear some of it's load had dropped free. He looked back again at the fire, and checked the hawser's base. It was firmly bound into the metal of the ships skeleton. He beckoned the hawk, who nodded, spluttering, feathers singed, and they clambered out of the hole, Richard blessing whatever soul had secured the barrels so fast. Painstakingly, lit by the cold glare of flare-light and the angry flicker of flames, they descended, till at length, utterly exhausted, they hung, sitting astride a barrel, clasping each other in fatigue. Above them, fire spat from their escape route, smoke gushing into the sky, a furnace igniting the night from all over the ship, the balloon starting to burn up. "My name is Hiyoki." The hawk spoke quietly, utterly still. "We're going to die, aren't we." Richard held him tight, shaking slightly, giving a flinch as a barrel further up detached and clanged off the one below it, deflecting out into the night. "I don't want to die." The hawk's voice was as threaded as his uniform. Richard felt tears' falling from his own eyes, soaking Hiyoki's smoking plumage. Above them, the inferno that was the Hauler's Engine bucked, tilting at a crazy angle. "Hush. Don't let go of me." Richard quieted the avian, and entwined himself tightly with it. He would never let go. His smoke-filled, terror cut mind flushed it's emotion in final companionship with the bird, seeming beautiful in the harsh maelstrom of lights. When, minutes later, their lifeline melted free, and they began to fall, the leaden barrels tumbling all around them, Hiyoki began to scream, his wings spreading; useless, never trained for flight. Richard silenced his terror, pulling the hawk into a weeping kiss, and clinging to each other they dropped silently, like stones. After an eternity's embrace their lights were dashed on the welcoming earth, and flickered out like dying stars.

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The thought alone was enough to drive the drake to the very edge of his sanity, playing off of his breeder instincts so hard that his body had to react in some way, had to give him something more to work with; the four nuts hanging beneath his twin shafts were no longer enough, and seeing as he was going to use those cocks quite a bit going forward, it only made sense to equip them with the kind of productivity that would allow him to fill up his two lovers at any point of the day, whenever he so desired. Thus, they began to swell outwards again, but not necessarily with raw size; rather, their inside were rearranged and mass began to coalesce, forming into two rows of nubs on each of his dicks, tiny little things that almost immediately began to swell outwards, filling with what was unmistakably even more cum than he was already producing. Within seconds, these rows of spunk factories were clenching rhythmically, pushing out so much of his seed that Drash’s regular leakage put most males’ orgasms to shame, and he wasn’t even trying yet; not that he had much of a choice, given that his body was just like that, and had been for as long as he remembered. The drake had some rather embarrassing memories of failing to contain himself at the worst of moments, not to mention the problems that came with having to drag a large-scale milking machine with him whenever he had to go somewhere for more than fifteen minutes; if anything, it just made it more confusing that the shopping center didn’t have drains installed on the ground, because they really should be able to deal with people like him. On the ground, the two dragonesses were going through much of the same problem, with their lactic production having gone on overdrive from the moment more eggs were fertilized inside of them. Gushes of creamy milk splattered against the other one’s face and breasts, leaving them coated in a much brighter white than what Drash could provide for them; their hands, however, weren’t being used to clean up, but instead had been glued to their gravid bellies ever since they felt those eggs clacking and moving around inside of them, their throats permanently busy moaning whorishly while their eyes rolled upwards into their skulls; all thought of competition or rivalry vanished the moment their lover dragon actually gave them what they wanted, though not necessarily because they wanted it to go away. The moment the two of them came back to their senses, they’d be fighting for Drash’s attention just like every other time, but until then they were nothing but his eager, pliable breeders, just like they had been for as long as they could remember. Long gone were the days where the two of them got to decide what they wanted to do, or where they wanted to go of their own volition; Sheyla especially remembered when she committed herself fully to serving her precious drake, promising to do whatever it took to have as many clutches with his bountiful seed as possible. She could only imagine this is why herself and Tria never really got along, as Drash’s mother most likely saw her son’s girlfriend as “taking away” something that was rightfully hers; indeed, the drake himself attempted to get around this by officializing his relationship with his mother as soon as he legally could, and the two had spent so much time consummating it that he frankly couldn’t even remember a time when they did anything else. It might’ve been just a few years prior, but it felt like several lifetimes had passed. None of them questioned why this belief flew in the face of observable reality (or the flow of time, honestly), nor why everything else around them refuse to abide by what they thought was the truth of their lives; as far as the trio cared, their current state of affairs, whatever that might be at any moment, was quite simply the way they had always been, even if it was literally impossible for that to be the case. After all, both Tria and Sheyla were already sporting egg-stuffed bellies bigger than the rest of their bodies, their multiple wombs working at over maximum capacity to fill themselves with a brand new clutch; if this was just how they did things on an everyday basis, the world should’ve been drowned by eggs already, and yet the way people reacted to them, they might be excused for thinking it was the first time it ever happened. This sort of analysis was far beyond them though; as soon as Drash bent down and raised one of Sheyla’s legs over his shoulder, ramming both of his cocks into her twin slits, there was no room in their heads for anything that wasn’t raw, carnal pleasure, sprinkled and made more delicious by Tria’s cries of anguish after having been left alone, even if for just a few seconds, by her very own son. Up above, Auria practically rubbed her hands with delight, happy beyond measure that her ridiculous plan had actually worked and her three chosen champions were going at it like a bunch of wild animals; soon, the transformation would take a turn for the better, and all three of them would not only be doing her job for her, but becoming big enough for her to keep them as her pets as well! Meanwhile, far below in the mortal plane, the group of people waiting outside the bathroom being used by the three dragons was becoming increasingly flustered at the sorts of noises coming from inside. There was no doubt in their minds that the group was using the space for less than wholesome purposes, but rather than call security or try to do anything about it, they instead tried to inch as close as possible without actually going in; the scent of pheromones wafting from the spot where Drash was now alternating between jackhammering his girlfriend and mother was so powerful that it overwhelmed even the most resistant of onlookers, leaving their faces scarlet and their knees quivering. A few of them even went so far as to openly pleasure themselves, while a couple waiting in line was already getting busy throwing their clothes off of themselves in order to deal with the sudden arousal, such was the effect that the three dragons were having on their surroundings. Inside, the ground was almost completely covered in a mixture of Drash’s spunk and the two dragonesses’ milk and femcum, all of which gushed with equal strength, splattering against every hard surface as the drake continued to piston himself into either his girlfriend or mother, only stopping to catch his breath once every few minutes. It was unclear how much longer he could last, but judging from how large Tria and Sheyla were getting, this limit was fast-approaching; each of their bellies was so swollen with eggs that they couldn’t even get up anymore, and even moving around to get back on their knees was quickly becoming impossible thanks to all of the weight, each womb alone bigger than the rest of their body was, and several times heavier. Before long, Drash would have to stop his ministrations just so his lovers could deal with the impregnation, both of their double-slits stretching out to make way for the seemingly endless torrent of eggs clattering against the hard linoleum underneath them, their sounds just barely muffled by the coating of fluids they were landing on. Such was the sheer size of their bodies that it took both dragonesses a good fifteen minutes to empty out completely, during which time Drash had to do something about the fact that he now had multiple internal cum factories in addition to the quad-nuts he had already been packing; the result was a very glazed couple of lovers, their forms obscured by a thick layer of their breeder drake’s seed, a layer that represented naught but a tiny fraction of his true potential, now that his cocks had been gifted with so much extra productivity. Despite the thorough breeding he had given both of those gorgeous women, and the fact that he’d leaked a good few dozen gallons of his spunk, Drash still felt more pent up than he ever had, and while not unsatisfied, was certainly not happy with how much he managed to get out of him; this was, of course, par for the course as much he could remember, and in fact the main motivator behind his constant lovemaking sessions, or at least that’s what his brain was telling him. It’s not so much that he wanted to fuck those two, but that he needed to do so; if he didn’t, then “pent up” wouldn’t even begin to describe it, and the last thing anyone needed was for the drake to let his many balls swell up, especially the ones lining the insides of his shafts… though it would be fun to see just how big they could get before he had to empty them out as a matter of personal safety. Regardless, with both dragonesses now empty, and Drash… not really spent, but having emptied out enough that he could feasibly go about ten minutes without having to do so again, Sheyla and Tria spent some time trying to get back up, their bodies covered in gunk and dripping from head to toe. While this wasn’t at all unusual for the three of them, such thorough paint jobs usually happened within the privacy of their own home, where they could shower themselves off and not have to worry about what anyone else might think; there, in the middle of a shopping mall, they had to make due with the clogged-up sinks and a lot of elbow grease, and even then they just sort of gave up halfway through cleaning up their cleavages, both Tria and Sheyla declaring their intent to “wash it up at home” before putting their clothes back on. It was nothing short of a miracle that any of them even fit, doubly so given the three of them were reasonably certain that all of their pieces had been ripped into shreds sometime in the past half hour, but they weren’t in the business of asking questions; instead, they proudly walked out of the bathroom and past the extremely long line of people waiting for their turn, which by that point had become a large-scale display of debauchery and self-abasement where not a single person had their clothes on. Security personnel were waiting for them at the end of the hallway, but the strength of the pheromones did a number on their sanity almost immediately after first sensing them, and the three dragons thus kept walking as if nothing had happened. It was Sheyla who suggested that the three of them “decompress” by going to the cinema and watching something, hopefully to get their minds off of things and manage to enjoy their trip to the mall without flooding any more rooms. It was an absurdity to suggest such a thing, as they all knew that sitting down on seats too tiny to hold them properly would just lead to a lot of squishing, which led to arousal, and before they knew it they’d be on top of one another like rabid animals all over again. That, however, was sort of the point; the three of them engaged in this kind of performative normalcy all the time, where most of the fun came not from the rampant fucking they engaged in, but in the lead-up, the game of pretend where they walked around as if things were perfectly normal and they weren’t fully intending on turning any place they went to into a disaster area. Not that this wasn’t their normal, as much as the world simply hadn’t caught up to what was expected of it; as much as the three dragons were utterly convinced that people were used to their condition, they were the only ones in the known world to be so productive and virile, so even the most well-accustomed of bystanders would still find themselves unable to resist the allure. Besides, it was important to try and at least pretend like they were capable of behaving like normal people, otherwise where would the fun be in doing anything? If they did nothing but fuck one another perpetually, it’d probably get boring real fast… or not, but that was a question for after the movies. As per usual, the three walked into the foyer of the cinema and proceeded to move straight past the ticket line and directly to the main gallery; their contributions to local businesses, mostly by attracting extra clientele because of their bodies, had had such a positive impact on their sales that the dragons were often simply allowed to go wherever they wished, insofar as they at least attempted to keep themselves somewhat presentable. With their clothes just barely hanging on, even if they didn’t hide much of anything, they went past the ticket taker at the front, who most certainly had not been informed of this policy of free movement… not that he could do much about it, as the pheromone cloud was quick to leave him a horny, thoughtless mess, drooling openly and mumbling something about things being “so hot” before allowing Drash and his two ladies to pass through without paying for anything. None of them really thought anything of it, so they just moved on and found the first movie they felt was interesting, some romantic comedy about a lover who had a dreadful secret, whatever that may be. The trio was always happy to see what Hollywood cooked up in terms of what they thought was an inconvenience; the last time, it had been a film about someone who mysteriously grew taller whenever they were sexually aroused… by about a foot or two. It was hilarious to them how little those movies captured of the true struggles of what it meant to be obscenely well-endowed, but that wasn’t why they were there; if anything, the movie itself was probably the least important aspect of their trip to the cinema, compared to the fact that they’d probably have a whole room for themselves, given that it was a work week and the middle of an afternoon. Indeed, the theater itself was devoid of any paying customers, leaving the three dragons to pick whatever seats they felt like taking. For a moment or two, they considered the possibility of not sitting next to one another, given the obvious difficulty in having enough room, but quickly discarded the possibility after giving it some thought; they’d be on one another soon enough, so there was no point in pretending like they were there to watch a film in peace. Thus, they marched all the way down to the front row, pulling up the arm rests to give themselves as much space as they could before smushing themselves against one another. Drash in particular took the opportunity to bring both arms around Sheyla and Tria’s necks, pulling them ever closer to him in what he believed was a smooth move, but only ended up making both dragonesses chuckle at how obvious he was being, leading to all of them breaking out in laughter before the movie had even begun. They sat down “properly”, pretending for a few minutes that they were perfectly law-abiding citizens who wouldn’t start an impromptu threesome in the middle of a movie room, before their hands began to wander: a grope here, a squeeze there, it was tiny and inconsequential at first, but it never remained as such with them for a long time. Didn’t take a lot of effort for Drash’s pants to start tenting again, and for both dragonesses’ shirts to be stretched out as their many rows of tits suddenly inflated with so much milk that they nearly doubled in size; it was a curious aspect of their hyper-breeder biology, that their arousal caused them to instantly fill up like that, then keep on swelling until they were properly milked. After all, they had to produce copious quantities of milk for their young, so it only made sense. This had led to a bit of a “tradition” where Drash deliberately kept himself from milking them properly just to see how far they would go. It was all part of the two’s competition: his mom would insist that, as the one with real experience nursing the drake, she would never back down before her challenger, while his girlfriend proclaimed that her love for him was so much greater that she could keep filling until each of her tits was bigger than Tria’s whole body if need be. As a result, whenever the two of them allowed their breasts to swell up like that, Drash was happy to watch and mentally count down the seconds until the first one brought their hands to their nipples; it used to be that they could actually do it, but after… how many years had it been? Months? Time was complex; after however long it had been, the two were so used to this sort of growth that, by the time they wanted to give up and drain themselves, their arms could barely reach halfway to their teats, and this time was no different. The seats they were on creaked and groaned underneath the mounting, milky weight on top of them, until the plastic and metal began to bend; a minute was all that was needed for each of their tits to triple in size with nothing but their milky contents, the dragonesses buried beneath six mounds that refused to stop or slow down. Occasionally, they would glance sideways, giving their lover’s dicks a good look to remind themselves of why they were doing what they were doing: a singular glance at those twin shafts of throbbing cockmeat was often enough to give their milkers half a foot in diameter in a single instant, only worsening their condition. Drash, meanwhile, was more than happy to feed into the competition by openly stroking himself, buried on both sides by a dozen growing tits. “F-Feeling the pressure, Tria?” Sheyla groaned, her own shirt torn to shreds as her many rows of milk factories spilled over everywhere, “M-maybe you should u-use your hands for once!” “Please, I h-hnnng-haven’t even started!” - this was a lie. The older dragoness’ tits had grown so much that a single one could probably account for her full racks beforehand - “Go on home and hook yourself to your pump, l-leave the professional job for the professionals~!” “Ladies, please, there’s no need to fight like this,” Drash intervened, getting up and casting his pants aside. He was now fully nude from the waist down, and deliberately holding back from touching either of his shafts, instead choosing to cross his arms and allow those rods to twitch freely, “so tell you what: the first one of you to reach the ground gets the first titfuck… and after I’m done, the one who’s the largest gets to be bred first~” He couldn’t have spoken a better sequence of words to ensure that the rivalry was brought up to the surface and bubbled up stronger than ever before. The two women glared at one another, scowling as they bared their teeth, before turning their attention to the colossal stack of tits they each bore. It was easy enough to get them to grow, as all they needed was to think sexy thoughts and their bodies would do the rest for them; there were ways of “cheating” though, hence why they both brought their hands between their legs, making sure to pleasure their double slits with as much enthusiasm as they had lust over Drash, their eyes rolling upwards into their skulls and their mouths hanging open, tongue lolling from the side and thin trickles of drool falling off. Their tits continued to bloat and swell, taking up more and more of their laps and torsos until Drash couldn’t even see any of them, replaced entirely by three sets of stuffed udders each, udders which grew and inflated until they began to spill over from their knees, approaching the ground at a dangerous pace. They both knew that their breasts would simply return to their normal state after they had a chance to cum their brains out, as it always came accompanied by an explosion milkgasm as well, so there was no need to worry about limits; thus, Drash barely had to wait a minute before the victor was clear to all of them: Tria. Through hard work and dedication, she was the first one to topple over from the sheer weight of her tit stack, needing her son to hold her before she hit the floor; this way, he could push her back instead, giving him enough time to throw himself bodily at that wall of boobflesh and shove both of his rods inside of it, his hips already moving on their own to piston those cocks forward as fast and powerfully as he physically could. Off to his side, just as he was starting, Sheyla did in fact fall forwards and plopped onto the ground with a loud slosh and an even louder splash, gallons of milk spilling from her nipples as she completely lost control of her body. The true business, however, was between Drash and his mom, with his jackhammering into her cleavages and the dragoness responding with both increasingly loud moans and three sets of tits that just kept growing; as was the case for them, her milkiness would only get worse until she hit that brick wall of stamina and flew right through it, with her climax accompanied by her tits emptying out and turning their immediate surroundings into a disaster area, something that wasn’t helped by her son being so energetic and enthusiastic in his ministrations. What Tria didn’t know was that the drake was going through a transformation of his own. After being forced to deal with his lovers being so much more numerous and multiple than him, it only made sense for the divine forces modifying his body to gift him with additional tools for the problem at hand, and quite literally in his case: his twin shafts were soon competing for room with yet another pair of cocks, also stuffed to the brim with internal cum factories that pushed their already ridiculous size so much that each one was probably about as long as his torso was; it made it incredibly more pleasurable to bottom out inside of those multi-tits, not to mention it created a veritable deluge of near-biblical proportions, precum and proper cum gushing from between each mound and covering the ground in a thick coating of cream, a mixture of all of their juices. Between his legs, this was aided by yet another group of four nuts that had grown in to service his newest rods, only heightening his productivity to absurd and more insurmountable levels. All in all, he was quickly losing control of himself… or rather, he would be, were he not convinced this was perfectly normal; after all, he’d always had four cocks and eight nuts, he’d always been engaged to two lovely dragonesses with milk-overloading issues, and he’d always been a breeding demigod for as far as he remembered. The three of them put together had laid so many clutches that they’d simply stopped counting altogether, an endless number of young that, for some reason, had never been that much of a bother on their finances. Or time. Or anything, for that matter; it didn’t make much sense, but that’s what him and his lovers remembered, so it had to be true… … right?

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Title: The story of a wolfess and her loving dragon mate (pt1) by Nukpana Tags: Bathing, Dragon, Love, M/F, Oral, Wolf Story by Nukpana, March 2006 Morna Craven (C) Morna Craven Nukpana Inochi (C) Nukpana The Story of a Wolfess and her loving dragon mate. Part 1, "Square One" M/F, Love, Footpaw, Impregnation, Bath, Oral Status: First Draft --- Chapter 1, The start to the end of a beautiful evening ---------- Gently, the evening set in. A beautiful skyline slowly setting in, hues of orange, yellow and deep red. Gentle swirls on the horizon, a dissapearing yellow orb. A heaving sigh of wind blew around the two figures atop of a nearby hill. A pair of lovers, out to watch the evening sky. The air was sweet, and the atmosphere was silent. They were miles form another sentient being. The gentle sound of birds returning to their nest, the faint bird's songs, they were all fading as night drew ever closer. The soft grass swayed in the evening breeze, caressing the lovely behind of the young wolfess. Even from a distance it could be seen that the male was indeed twice as large as the female, masculine tones to his frame, large dragon wings protruding from his back. They were folded as they sat and watched the beautiful scene unfold. Peaceful, they were, as they watched. The two shuffled slightly closer to each other, if that was possible and snuggled lovingly under the beautiful painted sky. "Nuk?" The purple wolfess turned and shone her beautiful green eyes up to him, a little smile appearing on her lips. One of her, what seemed like tiny paws, stroked down the arm of her lover feeling her hard muscles as it lifted and placed its self over her back. "Yes, my sweetheart?" Nukpana turned to her, deep red eyes fixing on hers. A smile matching her own surfaced on his lips, slowly mimicing hers. They neededn't say words, interlocked like true lovers, they could tell what each other were thinking, and what they were going to say. Nuk tilted his head slightly, curiously watching her as she lay back, her long blonde silky hair laying on the grass. She was very beautiful, and he was a very lucky dragon. "Tell me what you're thinking?" she smiled a full smile as she saw him looking over her, watching him curiously now, putting him on the spot almost, her beautiful features took a look on making her seem a little sly. A large paw lifted and slowly traced its self over her tummy, a single finger drawing little random patterns. The dragon moved slightly, so his face gently moved to block out the firey sunset, eyes shining gently as he looked over her. "I'm thinking about how beautiful you are, how wonderful tonight has gone.. The meal, the gentle walk, the hours we've spent talking.. How much I love you.. And how much I want to start a family with you.. I'm thinking of a lovely way to end the evening.." The gentle words, from the deep voice which was shaped by the long smile on the dragon's muzzle. "Oh? What did you have in mind?" Morna's eyes trailed down to her feet, she was softly playing her large toe over the knee and lower thigh of her love, smirk taking to her slender lips. She knew he loved this, he adored her feet. Though her feet were clad in long black socks, he loved this even more. With a gentle gesture, his paw wrapped its way around her footpaw, the thumb firmly caressing in circles. His other paw joined it and counterpointed the thumb circles with the second thumb. "Murrrrrr...! Well, the air is warm and the breeze is gentle.. Maybe we shouldn't let this perfect evening go to waste?" A smirk, took to his moderately hansome features, he knew what would be to come. His paw trailed over the femanine curve of her breast, his touch leaving a trail of tingles over her generous bussom. Biting her lip, she tried her best to hide the hardening nipple from him, covering it with one of her delicate paws. Acting quickly and gracefully, he nuzzled her hand away and quickly sealed his warm lips around the nipple. The gentle suction ensued, softly pulling her nipple towards the warmth of his mouth. Being a fire dragon, this warmth was more intense than a normal furre. He touched the tip of her nipple with the tip of his tongue, gently and shyly at first before he touched the areola with it too, teasing hotly before sweeping over it with his long, warm tongue. "Mmmmmm..." His eyes closed slowly, the last thing he saw was the blushing cheeks of his lover. Below the huge male, Morna gently arched her back, wanting more of this attention, thought she was mildly afraid of someone seeing them out here like this. Her slender fingers ran through her lovers mane, eyes half closing as a particularly sensitive part of her nipple was pleasured, and she squeaked amidst a gasp.. Even more embarassed then before she covered her mouth and giggled gently. Nukpana pulled his lips away from her nipple with a slight suction squeak. "Very.. Very cute!" he grinned as his lips took their place around her nipple again. For some reason he loved this, he loved suckling on her nipple. Infact he loved suckling on anything she would let him, her toes, her fingers, her clit. He loved giving her pleasure, and it seemed that the best way he could, apart from mounting his love, was to use his tongue. Being a huge fourteen foot dragon, he was a little heavy handed sometimes, but that didn't stop him lifting his paw to gently squeeze at her large breast, rolling the lovely mount below his paw. "S..shouldn't we do this.. (whine) indoors?" she questioned her lover, though the boost of adrenaline was quite a turn on. Nukpana lifted his lips from her nipple once again and placed his warm chest against it, lifting himself up a little.. Lips finding their way to hers, slowly moving over them before pressing firmly to them. "Mmmmmmm.." they both sighed in unison as they both found themselves lost in the kiss. Morna could feel the large paws gently massaging her back as they kissed and tried to do the same, but his size was a little bit of a problem for her. "Probably.." His smirked response was, after a moment of passionate kissing. He moved to kneel infront of her, smirking proudly as his massive member swayed gently. The hard textured shaft stood proudly for his love, though for a moment she blushed and backed away. For a moment, Morna lay beneath it staring at the vessel, it wasn't like she hadn't seen this before, this wasn't their first time, but she had not seen it from this angle before. She reached up and grasped it near the base firmly, gently pushing the hard yet soft skin back and forth. It wasn't long before she achieved something that only she could do, and that was to make her mate precum, though it was quite a bit for her, The clear liquid dribbled down onto her paw and off onto her cheek below it. Nuk closed his eyes and folded his arms behind his head, enjoying the attention she was giving him. "Oh god, Morna, thats it!" he groaned as she pleasured the oversized member, fourteen inches of dragonmeat for her to play with. She took this moment to climb up to her knees, her eyes looking up to her mate. "You want Morna to suck?" she breathed hotly, teasing him, the warm breath playing down his shaft as she moved her muzzle along side it. Nuzzling the hardness, something he loved also, he bit his lip! Eyes cast down to hers as she teased. Her tongue gracing the vein-textured shaft. She could tell he was bursting to feel himself inside her, he loved the warm insides of this little purple wuffie. Of course his response to her playful question was a frantic nod, but she continued to play with him, kissing gently up the shaft. Hot little kisses here and there as she made her way up to the tip of his shaft. A hard squirt of his hot clear precum shot directly into her lips as she kissed at the tip. "Ahhhh!!" Nuks eyes closed tightly as she suckled lightly on the tip, gently she parted her lips and let them slip down the large shaft a little way, just over the tip. After all, she couldn't physically take all of his member into her mouth, it was about three inches thick too. Her lips clung to the head of the member, playing slowly over the area where the head ends and the shaft begins. Nuk enjoyed this side, his deep crimson member dissapearing into the almost contrasting purple muzzle of his mate. One of the dragonpaws gently places its self at the back of Morna's lush blonde hair, and gently tries to coax her onto him, though of course, she pulls back against the paw, not wanting to take alot of it in her mouth. She would choke! Though for a moment she lapped lovingly up and down the shaft, covering it with a thick coat of saliva, worshipping it almost gasping and enjoying herself. She lay back on the ground, and onto her side, her legs bend and her feet together. Showing her love her feet again as she lay there inviting him. "You really know how to push my buttons, you know?" The dragon chuckled as he moved closer to her, looming over her again. He placed a couple of little hot kisses on her side, which made her jump as he waited for her response. Which this time was not words, but she lifted one of her knees so it was pointing towards the air, then lifted one of her footpaws to his muzzle, of which the dragons reaction was to pounce on it, grabbing the sexy slender footpaw in his hands. His paws begin to massage at her lovely slim ankles, as his tongue plays over the sole of her foot. He gasped gently as his hips guided his dragoncock to his lovers gushing opening, she had concealed this from him up until now but all of the attention she had given him and driven her wild, she loved being close to his cock, to feel it between her lips and under her tongue.. It drove her wild. As the huge member touched at the warm opening, a shiver passed through both the dragon and his wuffie lover. Morna squeaked feeling the head gently pressing to her. The gentle pressing soon turned to gentle insertion, the rounded member head slowly urged his lover's nether lips apart, stretching them to fit around his titanic member. Nuk's breathing got heavy as he felt his member to suddely squeezed by his sexy lover. She could feel his long drawn breathing between her toes, his tongue moved back to her sole then between her toes. Suddenly he slipped his mouth around her big toe, and as he suckled he pushes just a little deeper. He came within millemeters of her cervix befort withdrawing, slowly only to enter again just as suddenly. Long drawn grunts escaped the dragon's throat, slowly his wings began to unfold as to help him with his movements. Morna pulled her toe from his mouth, although this was a pleasurable experience, she smooshed the slick foot-digit over her loves face. Loving this, he chased it with his mouth, his hips still moving. The rounded dragon tummy pressing into her thigh over and over as his member slid deeper into her just a little though. He didn't want to hit that cervix and cause his lover pain. He wanted her to feel good, not hurt. The dragoncock gently widened as he got closer to an orgasm. He was not going to let himself cum yet, he had so much to do. Dispite the protests of his sticky little mate, he withdrew from her opening and moved to lay beside her, with his head near her feet and his feet near her head. Grasping her ankle, he lifted it slowly to present his lover's sticky slit to him. She helped, lifting her leg for him too, though the support from his paw helped her alot, the next sensation she felt was his tongue franticly lapping between her netherlips, slowly pushing them apart so he could find her clit, which didn't take long at all. The long dragontongue lapped gently, just using the tip to pleasure her, its warm slick wetness flicking her lovely wuffie nub back and forth. Morna practically jumped out of her skin, her back arching wildly, loud gasps escaping her throat, she pushed her chest out and opened her eyes wide as he began. "Ohhhh god! Ahhhiiie!!" she grated her teeth for a moment before diving on her mates cock, which was presented infront of her, her lips sealed around the tip and began franticly moving up and down. They had conjoined efforts in a side-69 both frantic to make their lover cum. It didn't take long for the sensational white feeling to build up in both of their crotches, though Morna's orgasm beat Nuk's washing over her very suddenly, she screamed out and gushed suddenly over her lover's face. She had to abandon his member while she did, as he didn't stop licking as her orgasm continued. She was very sensitive, and the more he lapped at her, the more he added to her multiple orgasms. Another came and another, washing over her. She howled loudly as with each came a new level of intensity. "STOP!! STOOOP!!" she yelped as it became too much for her to stand and her toes curling was beginning to cause a cramp in her leg. Nuk simply moved his tongue from her clit to her opening, and pushed it down deep into her, a shockwave pulsed through her body and her back arched hard, he began to move his head back and forth. Tongue-fucking her pussy, his tongue curled as he went in search of her G-spot. For a moment he searched, but he soon found it by the sudden pleads for 'No more' from Morna. He smirked to himself and pulled himself suddenly from her, this made her jump again! Reaching for his head, she pulled her lover down into another passionate kiss. Her tongue forced its way into his moutha and began to slowly lick over his, and of course his wrestled against hers. "Mmmmm" Morna gripped his member again and began quickly stroking it, running her paw over the sensitive member head, back and forth quickly. She slowly brought her wrist action to a halt and leaned over onto all fours, lifting her tail for her loving, giving him the choice of her openings. Looking back to him, she winked. Though he enjoyed anal sex, he wanted to mate with her, and enjoyed the sensation of her opening around him, and so he moved over behind her. Gripping the back of her neck with his mouth, he moved into the mating position, his member slipping against her hot slit, up and down as he retracted his tummy muscles to position himself at her opening. As he found her opening, he didn't hesitate to push himself up into her, "Aaaaiee!!" she yelped again as he entered her suddenly, suprising her. He moved so both his legs were infront of hers, the backs of his thighs touching the front of hers, he began to move in fast little motions, his balls heavily slapping into her clit, though through her outer folds, this was quite pleasurable. His little, quick and deep motions made the white sensation build up within him very quickly, gasping desperately behind her, every thrust moved her body heavily with his. The sensation of his prolonged orgasm intoxicated him, both his paws gripping her breasts as he mated his lover. They both looked to the skies as they were filled with ecstacy and realised that the stars were our, it was a beautiful evening for a beautiful natural pleasure. Their hips grinding together, their thighs smooshing together and their juices mixing together. "Ohhh thats it, make me cum hunny, make me cum inside you.." he begged her, she didn't protest to this, caught up in the moment, unprotected and mating. She closed her eyes and consentrated on the sensation of yet another orgasm approaching! As Nukpana began to thrust even faster she whimpered loudly, the white feeling taking her by force, making her tingle all over. As she reached the apex of her orgasm, she heard the booming roar of her mate, his wings flapping wildly, she then felt his huge member pulsing deep within her, his streams of hot and sticky dragonseed directly into her womb. Her belly swelled instantly with the input of his thick cream. "Ohhhh!! Thats it sweety, thats it.. Take my dragonseed.." He gently rubbed her swollen belly, but in doing so, some of his thick white cream couldn't take the pressure and squirted out of Morna's opening into a pool on the floor. The sounds of loving murring and churring could be heard from the pair of lovers as the nuzzled each other, still locked in the doggy style position. The dragon leaned forward and placed repeated kisses on his lovers cheek and lips. "Mmmmm, good girl.." He comments. "Hunny, you do realise you just came inside me.." She smirked back at him, he nodded with a happy look on his face, delivering a slow lap to her cheek, then into her ear. "Yeh! We're gonna have little bebbie Morna's and Nuks!" he chuckled and ran his hands over Morna's behind, lovingly fondling it, looking down to it. "Mmmm, did I ever tell you that you have a cute heart shaped butt?" Morna blushed deeply hearing his words. She had heard him mention her lovely, shapely behind, but she still loved him commenting on it. Knowing he still found her attractive. Little did she know that he would always find her attractive, that they would be together forever.. But those are more stories to come! "Hehe, thank you sweety!" She nuzzled his cheek with a little murr in his ear, "Now whats say we go home and take a long bath together?" "Sounds perfect" he winks to her and slowly pulled himself back, withdrawing from her and stepping aside. He nuzzled at her thigh as he watched all the excess cum surface and drip down her thighs into a pool. "Mmmmm..." he gave her behind a little bite before standing up, taking his lover in his arms and lifting her. The sun had completely set now, as he walked home with his tired lover in his arms, though the night was not over, and a new addition to their family was growing deep in Morna's belly. Not that they knew, but they did suspect so. --- Chapter 2, Cleansing Waters ---------- About an hour later Nuk gently bent down and placed the tired, and very sexy wuffie down onto the bed in their modest home, he took a moment to admire her beauty before quietly strolling into the adjacent bathroom. Morna had been drifting in and out of slumber for a little while now, but was awoken by the distant roaring of the bath tub filling up with hot steamy water, the scent of lavender drifted to her nostrils, Nuk was pouring a big bubbly bath for them. She lay and smiled happily, liking this suprise he had made for her, though it wasn't a suprise any longer as she had awoken. She climbed gently to her feet and padded in that femanine way, swaying her hips as she moved, over to the doorway, just in time to see her lover lighting candles for her. Smiling warmly, she walked into the room and turned the light out, of course Nuk Jumped a little, but the room looked perfect, a darkened room lit in the corners by the flickering candle light, the water shimmered and formed random patterns on the water and bubbles and of course, the two lovers could see their outlines, Nuk turned to face Morna and grinned a little, "You shouldn't have.." Morna murred gently to him, "I wanted to, sweety.. I love you, and I wanted to show you.." "You're such a sweety.." The two gently padded across the floor and met in the middle of the dimly lit room, arms slipped around each other. Nose to nose, they gently cuddled, eyes closing as they just enjoyed the togetherness, being close to one and other. A moment or two passed before Nuk reached and lifted his sweetheart softly from her feet making her squeak, he set her down into the hot water at one end of the tub, and gently climbed into the other. carefully he lay down and turned the tap to stop the water from overflowing, as he lay down, he spread his legs, displaying the currently soft dragonmember, leaving a space for her to lie. Gingerly, Morna lay herself between her lovers legs, her head resting on his chest. She Pressed her cheek to it, her long blonde hair drifting in the water, and sticking to her face as she cuddled up in the warm liquid with her lover. For a long while, she just relaxed, not having had a chance to do this for some time now, her paw gently stroked the smooth scaley chest, as she tilted her muzzle up to look at Nuk. He took her by suprise, pressing his lips to hers instantly, giving her a smooch before pulling his lips from hers, he then pressed his tongue to her lips and she met it with hers, their tongues locking and spiraling around each other, exposed to the air. They both moaned loudly before breaking off. His paw gently stroked over her side and over her lovely shaped behind, giving it a claw and a squeeze. "Mmmm.." he placed another little kiss on her forehead, his hand slipping around behind her a little further, his fingers gently caressing at both her openings at the same time, his fingers parted and pressed a thick tip to both openings, he gently puts pressure on his fingers and pushes the finger tips into her, pulling them back a little, just using the tips here, Morna gasped and squirmed at the strange sensations, gripping Nuk's member under the water, she began rubbing the sensitive head again with her paw, this time in circles, it made the dragon gasp constantly, his fingers move a little deeper into Morna as she pushes back onto them, whimpering. "Whaaaat?", Nuk Smirked looking to Morna, who was looking rather frustrated up to her lover at the moment. "I want something else inside me.." "Ohhh? Like what, my luffkin?" "You know what!" "Ohh I don't think I do.. You're going to have to tell me.." Morna growled a playful growl and climbed ontop of him, grasping the now hard member in her paw, she lead it to her opening, the thick tip pressing to her warmth as she squatted above him, she didn't wait around, pressing her weight down onto the huge shaft. The thick vessel shot up into her, filling her and pushing her walls apart, not to mention squirted a frew spurts of hot precum. Nuk gasped as it slipped up into her, Morna was very determined. She began bouncing up and down on the end of the dragons member, of course having the effect of making him even more horny, attention to the tip of his member was what pushed him further. Nuk already could feel an orgasm coming on, "NNnggh! .. Hunny, you're gonna make me cum, very soon!" "Oh now, we can't have that!" Morna slowed down then pulled herself off him with a little popping sound. She turned herself to face away from him, her knees in the water now, she lowered herself down onto him, slipping him up into her opening again, she lifted her tail and showed him her other opening, "Murrr, now wouldn't you just luuurve to feel yourself in this opening?" she giggled and teased him. Nuk squirmed beneath her and let her continue, her body slipping up and down on the huge shaft, she could feel every detail of the massive member inside of her, rubbing up agaisnt her G-spot as well. "Don't you go cumming to soon though, sweety, if you do I'm just going to keep riding you till I do!" She smirked and looked back over her shoulder. Nuk couldn't help but smirk too, he leaned forward and pressed his hefty muscled chest to her back, reaching around he fondled her large globes as she rode him again. Nuk's paws groped and fondled the breast infront of her, squeezing at her nipples too, which made her yelp a little. Nuk's breathing got heavier, at the same time as Morna's did. Another jet of precum adorned Morna's insides, the pressure was building up in the hefty Dragonmember. "Ahhh!! AHHH!!!" Nuk's gasps turned to roars again, they shook the foundations and windows of their house, he filled his little wuffie lover with his thick creamy seed again, her belly expanded to accomodate the huge amount of dragonsemen. It drifted free into the water as it overflowed, but Morna kept bouncing up and down on the sensitive member, she was near but not there yet. Nuk whined and struggled underneath her, protesting a little, but his body told him to let her continue.. He gasped loudly over and over, Morna's orgasm took over sooner than she thougth again, she quivered atop the member before Nukpana's second orgasm could set in. She was just starting to climb up off of him, when he grabbed onto her hips and pulled her up and down him franticly, holding onto her behind soon after, yelping every time she slipped down onto him, he came again deep into her opening. A Multiple male orgasm! He murred happily and sank back into the water, holding onto Morna, hhe pulled her back towards him and held her close to him, sharing body warmth with her, loving her. Morna grinned up to her lover, seeing how satisfied she had made him before declaring, "Come on you, its bed time!" She pulled herself of the impaling member very gently. A Rush of cum covered Nuk this time as he was below her. "Mmmmm.. A taste of your own seed.." she grinned to him and climbed gingerly out of the bath, she toweled herself off as Nuk climbed out. He gave her a cuddle again, standing, fondling her. He loved just being close to her, even the slightest touch that he could give to her or she could give to him, made him ecstaticly happy.. He kissed her on the back of the neck, she loved this and gasped for more, but he just parted from her and slipped off into the bedroom. He made sure to strut so she caught a glimpse of his toned behind. Murring softly, Morna followed him from the small steamy bathroom and snuggled up in bed, but the action didn't end there. But thats another story..

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Title: 3 M's, My Many Mothers Ch. 05 Tags: mother son, son mother, aunt nephew, lesbian sex *This is a story I can finally share. It is a tale that covers many years so if you are looking for a quick read you can stop here. Like I have mentioned many times I am not a true writer but so far my submissions have been well received. This story is the one that truly started it all, even though it is not the first story I submitted. It is about a real person I was introduced to through a close friend. I met Daniel years ago having purchased a home from his grandfather and years later Dan himself. I learned his story first hand and since then have documented much of his life for you to share. Daniel is his real name, the others have been changed for their protection. I offer you his story that has been updated just this year, 2016. Enjoy and vote if care to.* \*\*\*\*\* Chapter 5 I arrived back at Kat's and my home once again. Kat and Nikki were out. Mom left me note telling me they would be back soon. I carried my stuff back up to my room and started putting it away. I was setting at my desk studying for school. I heard someone coming up the stairs. Nikki rounded the corner and jumped into my lap. "I've missed you!" She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I've missed you too!" I replied. "No I mean I really, really miss you!" She looked to my lap and grabbed my cock. "Oh, I see. Well we'll need to do something about that won't we?" I kissed her and carried her to the bed. "So did the big boy keep his mother happy while he was away?" Nikki asked as she was undressing me. "You'll have to ask her. A gentleman never kisses and tells!" I smiled. "I'll have to remember that." Nikki replied with a frown. She was pulling at my clothes and I was removing hers. I had her stripped down to her panties. "Nikki. I want to tell you how much I love you." I said emotionally. "I couldn't be happier right now!" "Danny, thank you for not giving up on me. This last week has been so crazy. But in the end I found what I was looking for. The man I want to spend my life with. Is that too much too fast?" Nikki teased. I pulled her into a kiss. I gripped her ass pulling her panties tight against my hard cock. "I think I am a very lucky guy right now! I have you now and am never going to let you go!" I reassured her. I slipped her panties off. Nikki spread her legs her pussy was dripping. I lined my cock to her opening and eased myself in. Nikki gasped as I started filling her tight pussy. With her arms over my shoulders she encouraged me to pick up the pace. Soon the sounds of our lovemaking filled the room. Nikki's breathing became measured her quiet moans started getting louder. "Oh Danny. You feel so good in me!" Encouraged I bucked even faster. Nikki responded by holding her breath and angling her hips. I looked down for just a second I could see how our juices coated my cock. "MMMMMMMMMM...I..." She was starting to cum. "Dnnnnnyyy fffffuuuu...!" She bucked back. My cock buried deeper than ever. A moan let me know her new limit. Her body convulsed as I arched my back so I could kiss her. Nikki let out one last whimper and pulled me tight. "How do you do that? I'll never want you to stop doing that to me." She whispered. Nikki pushed me back and we looked each other in the eye. "I love you Danny. My pussy loves you. One day I hope my ass loves you but right now you need to cum for me! I want you to cum on my tits!" She pushed me off then took my cock in her mouth. Even coated with her excitement there was no hesitation. With her hand, mouth and verbal pleas it wasn't long before I was shooting strings of cum on her tits. Nikki spread the cum on her chest leaving it nice and shiny. "Too bad Sally isn't here. I would make her feed me this time!" Nikki laughed. "I have a feeling you are going to make that happen one day?" I teased. "You would like that wouldn't you?" She teased back. "A gentleman never kisses and tells!" I joked. She took my hand and pulled me into the shower. That night we slept together alone in my bed for the first time. Kat was gone before we got up the next morning. Our first classes were later in the day. I don't work on Thursday since I have classes throughout the day. When I came home Kat was there but not Nikki. "Hi mom!" I met her in the kitchen and gave her a big kiss. "Where's Nik?" I hadn't seen her since the morning. "She went home to see her parents. She is staying the night." Kat gave me that knowing smile. "That's great I should go over sometime and thank them for all their help." I suggested. "I think she would like that." Kat replied. "I'll have dinner ready in twenty. Why don't you go get cleaned up?" I went upstairs showered and changed. I came back down mom had dinner ready. I cleaned up and loaded the dishwasher. I still expected to hear George tease me about doing it even though I was no longer in his house. Kat and I sat on the couch. "I missed you last night." She said. "I know. It just didn't seem right to come see you after she came up." I stroked her hair as she lay against me. "Guess we will need to work out some sort of system." "Whatever we do it needs to be focused on Nikki. She has been through so much lately I think leaving her alone would be unfair." Kat looked over her shoulder at me. "I agree. But I don't think trading her back and forth is such a good idea. I think she should stay with you and visit when she feels like it." I suggested. Kat turned to face me. "No Daniel she needs to stay with you. That's what she wants. I can tell. You turned her world upside down. We will talk with her you will see I am right." I kissed mom, she leaned back against me. "I am thinking maybe the two of you should get a place of your own for a while even." "No!" I protested. "That isn't an option. I just moved back in. We will need to come up with a better plan than that!" I pinched her nipple letting her know I was serious. "Ok, ok, we'll figure it out, but Danny she needs to be with you. I have a feeling she has plans to take this to the next level. Are you prepared for that?" Mom asked. "You're right, and yes I am. Not immediately of course but in the next couple of years. Is that ok with you?" Kat tuned to face me. A glow radiated from her face. "Oh Danny nothing would make me happier!" Friday after work the three of us went to dinner and then a bar to hear a local band play. I was the designated drive since I had to work the next day. Saturday was a great fall day the weather was in the seventies. I came home from work mom and Nikki had gone shopping. After my shower I fired up the grill. I put some steak and shrimp on the grill, salad, fresh veggies rounded out the menu. We ate on the patio. Nikki cleared the table, mom loaded the dish washer. I cleaned up the grill and table. When we were done we each grabbed a cold beer and sat on the patio relaxing. "Nikki, Dan and I talked a bit last night but we wanted to wait until you were here before we went any further." Kat started. "The question is who sleeps with whom and when? What are your thoughts?" Nikki looked at me when mom was finished. "Dan what do you think?" Nikki asked. I wasn't so much surprised she asked my opinion as honored. I had in fact been thinking this over for some time. First I needed to know one thing. "Kat suggested maybe you and I get a place for now." I said. Nikki looked at mom to see if that was true. "Daniel, no! You can't let her do that. You just came back! I'll leave first!" Nikki protested. She was getting agitated. "Whoa! No one is leaving, it was just a thought. I agree with you." I replied. I leaned over and kissed her. "We are intelligent adults we can work this out. We just need to come up with a starting point. Then we can learn from our experiences." "Dan suggested you stay with me. I suggested you stay with him. We agreed that he and I shouldn't be the ones together. Three of us in one bed isn't practical for daily living. What do you think Nikki? You decide!" Kat suggested. Nikki looked at us both. "I can't do that! It's just not fair!" I was going to say something but Kat looked me off and spoke first. "Then as the owner of this house I'll decide. For now you will stay with Danny. That will be the starting point." Kat said with authority. "There is more room upstairs. We could even make a second room if we need to. Maybe build some closets for your clothes. Agreed?" Nikki looked at me I could see she was happy if for no other reason she didn't have to decide. "I think that is an excellent idea." I quickly agreed. "With some small changes we could make the storage area into a second room for the desk and a couch, then add some closets. The bathroom is big enough for two. This would be pretty easy actually." I explained. I looked to Nikki. "The decision is yours?" Kat looked over to Nikki. "I could come down and visit when I want?" Nikki looked at Kat. "Of course love! My door is always open for either one of you. Even both of you!" Kat stood so she could hug Nikki. They embraced then taking her hand Kat led Nikki in the back door. Looking at me she asked. "Are you coming?" "You two get started. I'll stay here and finish my beer. Slowly!" Kat winked and closed the door. Things went quite smooth after that. Small adjustments were needed but there was a genuine effort to make it all work out. After a couple of months we gutted the upstairs except for the bathroom which was located at one end over the laundry room. The area was sixteen feet wide and the length of the house. With George's help we walled off a bedroom at the other end. Added two huge closets. I bought a new king size bed and two matching dressers. We had a large open area in the center between the bathroom and the bedroom. We pushed my old queen size bed against the wall. Kat made a cover for it and some large pillows. This was to be our couch. The other wall we added a big screen TV and my stereo. There was room for my desk, a small table with chairs, and an overstuffed reclining chair. We started just before Thanksgiving and had it done before I went back to school after Christmas break. Nikki helped with the painting, she and Kat did the decorating. Life was getting back to normal, work, school, and social schedules continued. I had been going with Nikki a few times to her parents' house. For Thanksgiving they invited both Kat and I to attend. Much of her family was there including Becky and Tina. We had a great time since there was no drama, thank goodness! There were many hushed whispers but Nikki handled the situation with grace. Nikki and Kat had never been big on public displays of affection, but that day I noticed Nikki would hold her hand and exchange quick kisses. Nikki's dad Mark and I got along great. He was much more open minded than I would have thought. Mark never asked anything personal but he did mention on several occasions that he had never seen Nikki so happy. Nikki's mom Mary made a point to share the same sentiments with me and Kat. Christmas was coming up George and Sally were hosting the family this year. Charles and Eve came to town. With my recent expenditures my finances were lower than expected so presents were scaled back from my usual levels. I did spend quite a bit on Nikki and Kat however. After Christmas Nikki's parents were setting up for their biggest New Year's Eve party ever. The new millennium, year 2000. New Year's Eve 2000 we went To Mark and Mary's for their annual party. Becky didn't attend this year. Most people attending knew about the three of us so it wasn't an issue. We had agreed some time ago that if we were all in public together that Nikki and I would appear as a couple. It was she that I kissed as the ball dropped. School started my classes were getting more intense. Nikki was still working on her degree. Kat was doing great at work and was taking care of us at home. The rest of the year 2000 was for the most part uneventful. Kat, Nikki and I were learning about living together. I was spending a night at George a Sally's on a regular basis but there is nothing new to report there. Kat loved working with Sharon her boss. Over the year we had visited their house several times each month. Nikki rarely came with Kat and me to these visits, I thought I knew why but kept that to myself. There was always this sexual tension in the air at Sharon's but again nothing of consequence took place. Mom and I never forgot what Sharon and Val did when we were apart. Nikki and I were both in college full time and I was working. I really don't remember much about that year, maybe I was too focused on the women at home. I did turn twenty one on my last birthday. Oddly enough the only celebration this year was with Nikki and Kat. Nikki was offered an internship entering her final year of college. It didn't pay much but it's with a major company with much to offer in the way of support and advancement opportunities. New Year's Eve 2001 was again spent at Nikki's parents Mark and Mary's house. It was not as big as last year but it was still a blast. If the year 2000 was one of relative calm, 2001 would be anything but. Nikki and I lived upstairs in the small house I grew up in. Kat slept on the first floor. Once or twice a week Nikki would stay the night with Kat, usually the night I went to George's. Most of the time if Kat and I made love one of us would then leave and sleep with Nikki. Only on the nights Nikki stayed at her parents, Kat would spend the night with me. Rarely did the three of us spend the nights together. I had been working with George for over six years now. I liked construction but felt my calling was in sales. My grandfather Charles and I talked about my future. He had a friend Arthur that offered to bring me on as an agent in his real estate firm during the summer if I could get my license. I had taken some courses preparing for it but not an actual class to get the license. Art set me up with a specific course. With George's blessing I cut back on work and focused on my grades. After some studying I took my exam and passed it just as I finished my second year of college. At the same time classes ended for me Nikki was finishing up school for her degree. After four years Nikki graduated with full honors. On top of that Nikki had also been offered a full time job at the company she was an intern with. Mary and Kat were busy planning Nikki's graduation party. Instead of having it at the house they reserved a private room at a nice restaurant and held it there. Friday night they decorated the room for the festivities. After the party Kat invited Mark and Mary back to the house. George and Sally came as did Sharon, Kat's boss, her husband Doug and his mom Val. It was a great night to be out, I lit a fire in the pit. We all sat around drinking beer and wine. George and Sally left first. Mark and Mary some time later. I went into the house to clear some glasses and use the restroom. When I came back out Doug and Val were saying goodbye. I must have missed something. Sharon was standing with Kat as if she was staying. I walked Doug and Val to their car and waited until they drove off. When I returned to the patio the gals were gone. I tended to the fire making sure it was out and picked up the remaining bottles and glasses. I went into the kitchen loaded the dishwasher and turned out the lights. The bedroom and bathroom doors were closed, our universal sign of do not disturb. I climbed the steps disappointed a bit, but smiled just the same knowing she had earned this night. I took a shower as I do each night even though I took one before the party. School was over. I needed to work the next day so I decided to just hit the hay. I heard the steps squeak, looking at the clock it was almost two. She slipped in front of me and wiggled back. This was mom's favorite thing to do but this wasn't mom. It was Nikki. "Did you miss me?" She whispered. "Only since I last saw you!" I reached around pulling her tight. "The party over?" "Just that one. I have one more present I want!" Nikki turned to face me. I could smell pussy on her face. She grabbed my hardening cock then kissed me so I could taste it. "Sorry about earlier I just couldn't wait. When she said ..." "It's ok. I'm glad she stayed." I kissed her again. "Was it was a surprise for you too?" "Totally! You went in the house, next thing Doug and Val are leaving." Nikki kissed me one more time. "Danny thank you for not being mad. I just had to! I couldn't wait any longer!" She was bubbling over with excitement. "I want my present now!" "What present is that?" I teased. Nik took my hand and placed it on her ass. I hesitated then started to feel along her crack. Half way down there was an obvious obstruction. Nikki had a butt plug in her ass. I gripped the small knob and tweaked it in her ass. Nikki squealed in delight. "Mom and Sharon were playing with the strap on. It was all I could do not to make them use it on me. I want you to be the first." Nikki hissed. "Mom prepped me and got me started and then put this in so I could take your cock." Nikki stroked my ridged shaft, it was now very hard. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Tonight?" Nikki shifted in the bed threw the covers off and handed me the bottle of lube. She turned letting me spoon her pushing the butt plug against me. "Do me Danny. Do the nasty!" Nikki demanded. Who was I to argue? I lubed my cock liberally and then coated around the plug. I took the plug by the base and worked it in and out of her asshole a few times. When I pulled it out I lined my cock up and placed it at slowly closing hole. The plug wasn't very big but it was a start. When I felt firm resistance I stopped. "Danny it's so big!" Nikki whimpered. I heard her take a deep breath and let it out. Kat had given her pointers. Nikki pushed back and just when I thought it would hurt her, my cock head slipped in. "Oh yes! We did it!" I waited for her to adjust then started to ease myself deeper. We went very slow stopping often so she could adjust. "I hope that feels as good for you as it does for me?" She purred. Nikki grabbed my hand and placed it on her tit. I squeezed it firmly. "Yes baby. Do the nasty!" She started pushing back and soon I was all the way in. I stopped and held it there before pulling it back out. "Oh shit does that feel different? Put it back and do that again!" I wasn't even half way out but did as she asked. As I withdrew the second time she started to shudder. Nikki had a mini orgasm. I pulled almost all of the way out and started back in. "Do me Danny do me faster!" I plunged back in then held her tight and rolled her on top of me. My cock was buried to my balls with her weight on top. Nikki repositioned her legs and started fucking her ass with a vengeance. Every once in a while she would slam her ass down and grab my balls. "Will you cum in me Danny? Will you fill my nasty ass up with your cum?" Nikki was eager but her strength wasn't up to her desire. "You want me to own your ass baby? You want me to make you beg to cum?" I taunted her. "Yes you motherfucker. Make me beg! Make my ass yours!" I rolled her off and positioned her on all fours I got behind her and slipped my cock back in her tight ass. I spanked her lightly which only made her hotter. I grabbed her tits. Once I even flicked her clit. Then I grabbed her hair firmly, bent her head back and slammed her ass hard. "Cum on my cock bitch! Show me how bad you want it!" I growled. It was like a switch went on as Nikki started to cum right then. She would rotate her hips until just the tip of my cock was in then slammed her ass back until my balls slapped her pussy. She would grind back and then like lightening rotate her hips again. She must have done this four times all the while cursing and squealing how she loved me in her ass. I let go of her hair her head dropped down. I knew if we didn't finish soon she would be sore for a week. This was her first time and I wasn't going to string this out like I did with mom. She was just winding down from her orgasm when I pulled out. Her hole gaped open! "No! Don't stop you didn't cum!" I let her ass close about half way then plunged my cock back inside. "Yes you fucker that's what I want. Fuck that nasty ass. Cum in it!" "You want me to cum in your ass?" I grabbed her hair again. She groaned in delight. "Yes you big dick fucker. Fill my ass remind me how much I love you!" Nikki was desperate now. "Beg ass bitch. Beg me or I might just pull out now!" I pulled her hair just a little firmer, just for effect. I was ready regardless if she didn't. Any second I would be warming her inside. "Don't you dare pull out fucker! Do it! Cum in me. Please baby I want to feel it inside me!" I heard please and started pumping a big load of cum deep in her ass. She had another mini orgasm as my balls unloaded deep in her ass. I pulled her up to me and continued to pump until my balls were drained. "I love you Nikki! You are the sexiest woman alive!" We fell to the bed my cock slipped out and laid on my stomach. She moved to me and started kissing me. "Danny I love you. That was almost as good as when you fuck my pussy!" Nikki panted. I kissed her. "Was I too rough?" I asked. She looked at me with love in her eyes. "No baby. Was I too vulgar?" She countered. I kissed her again. "Not as long as we know we both want it. Ok?" I explained. She smothered me with kisses. "I do love you Daniel Masters. You always make me happy." She looked back at her ass. "Maybe a bit sore tomorrow. But very happy!" We went to the bathroom and cleaned up the settled back in bed for the night. The next morning the house was quiet as I left for work. It was a hot spring day the cement truck was running late it was well past six when he pulled away and we finished for the day. I headed home hot, tired, and sore. All of that time in school and not working as much had caught up with me today. I came in the back door I took off my shoes and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a water and saw a note on the counter. 'Thanks for last night. I hope we do that again soon! Remember what's good for the goose...' Love Nik. I smiled remembering the rest of the saying. 'is good for the gander'. I headed up stairs to grab a shower, stopping to remove my dirty clothes at the laundry room. I bound upstairs with all the energy I had left and started the water. I had just started shampooing my hair when she opened the door. "May I come in?" She closed the door not waiting for my answer. "The girls went shopping. We're to call them when we're done." "I'm not so sure this is a good idea?" I replied. I moved to keep our distance as she moved under the water. "What would Doug say?" I asked. "Daniel. Doug is gay!" Sharon held out her hand. "But then you knew that didn't you?" "I suspected, I figured maybe bi-sexual." I move just a bit closer. "He hides it well." "When he wants to." Sharon moved closer to me. This time I stood my ground. "We haven't been truly intimate for years!" Her revelation was a surprise but not a shock. I had always felt their relationship was unique. "And me. What brings you here?" I asked. She seemed surprised at my question. "They weren't kidding were they? You really are different!" Sharon replied. I didn't know whether that was a good thing or bad. I looked her body over. I had seen most of it behind her robe but this time it was all out in the open. She noticed me making my assessment and stood waiting for my reaction. "Not what it once was. Three kids and a full time job has taken its toll." Sharon tried to apologize. Sharon actually was quite attractive. Her face and hair were great, her large C cup tits supported thick pierced nipples. Her stomach was normal for a woman that bore three kids but firm. Her hips, a bit wide framed a nicely shaven pussy. She was in anyone's book a MILF. "Daniel this is a gift, but you don't seem to want to take it? I find that odd." Sharon stated. As she started to turn she wiggled her ass. "Am I that unattractive?" "I find you very attractive. The first time I saw you I knew you were special." I said honestly. I was studying her, this was my turf. I was no longer distracted by mom and Nikki. No, here I could be relaxed and focus. She was playing a game, she wanted something and I knew what it was. I continued to be patient for just awhile longer. "And yet you stand there just like they said you would. Waiting for me to make the first move." Sharon said. She gave me a disappointed smile "They said my happiness would always be your first priority!" "They were right. It's what I do. I try and make people happy. That's what makes me happy." I explained. Sharon seemed unconvinced. "Nikki and my mother mean everything to me. Everything! I won't do anything to jeopardize that. Not with you or any other person. Are we clear?" "Daniel I would never do anything to come between the three of you!" Sharon looked me square in the eye. "Nikki and Kat sent me." I knew we understood each other. She started to open the door. I grabbed her arm and swung her around. I kissed her pushing her against the wall. Her arms went around my neck. I cupped her ass picking her up. Sharon spread her legs I thrust my cock deep in her pussy. "Just so we're clear. I find you very attractive, and smart and sexy. I have known many women like you. Always wanting the answers on a test but never wanting to be seen with the same guy in public. You live in your big house with fancy stuff, have a lover and a husband that can't satisfy you. What you really want is a big hard cock to fuck you? No strings, just pure passionate sex. Am I right?" I asked as she clung to me. Sharon grunted as I fucked her hard. I pushed her against the wall and forced my tongue in her mouth. "Yes. Oh god yes!" Sharon squealed. She kissed me back. I was fucking her against the shower wall. "You see I have a woman that I adore and adores me. She is passionate but delicate. I have another that is the love of my life. She is passionate but doesn't know what she wants yet." I grunted as her pussy clenched my around my cock. "But you. You know what you want. You will take what you want if needed. I am right aren't I?" "Yes Daniel! Yes!" Sharon groaned as I slammed her pussy hard again. "So my little milf this is how it's going to be. Today you can only use your pussy to make me cum. No hands, no ass, and no mouth. I'm going to make your pussy mine today." I thrusted hard, her back slapped against the wall. "I am going to use you and let you use me. Then I'll give you a little task to perform and if you complete it I'll decide if you can have me in the future! Do you understand milf?" "Yes Danny!" Sharon whimpered. I fucked her over and over, as her pussy clamped down on my cock I could feel her first climax wash over her. Sharon pulled me into a kiss her hips bouncing in my hands. I kicked the door open to the shower and carried her to the bedroom. I didn't even turn the water off. I placed her on the bed and started fucking her all over again. I wanted to play with her tits so I rolled us over. Sharon was on top still dripping from the shower. I reached up with both hands, took a handful of tit and squeezed firmly. "You have beautiful tits Sharon. I'm jealous of Sam!" I teased. "Oh Danny he loved them. He sucked me dry every day. He will be a big tit man I bet." She hissed. "Cum for me Sharon. Open your pussy, show me how juicy you are. Let me see how much I stretched you open." Sharon was taken off guard at first but then gave me a naughty grin. Sharon took her pussy lips and spread them. She pulled off and we both looked at her swollen cunt gaping open. Her pussy pulsated I could see her eyes roll back in her head she plunged my cock back in and fucked it twice real hard then fell forward. "I am cumming you bastard!" Sharon cried out. Her hips and pelvis forced her pussy over my cock I could feel her cum soaking my balls. "Oh damn you made me cum again. You fucking bastard." Sharon continued to franticly pump my cock in her pussy. "Is it mine yet?" I asked. I caressed her back her tits mashed to my chest. Her breathing just starting to get back to normal. "Yes you fucker. It's yours!" Sharon mumbled. She sounded like she wanted to sleep. I smacked her ass hard. "Good now get on your knees milf!" She jumped when I smacked her then hesitated before I rolled her off. With her ass in the air I positioned my cock and slowly slipped in her. Sharon pushed back until I was balls deep. "When I say cum you need to cum. Play with your clit if you need to but you will cum do you hear me?" I barked at her. "Yes Danny!" Sharon panted. I started fucking Sharon again. Her pussy was so red and swollen, it was gaping open. I pulled from her and spanked her ass with my cock she begged me to put it back in. I slammed her pussy several times then coated her asshole with her pussy juice. "Yes fucker do my ass! Oh god you're going to make me cum again!" I spanked her asshole with my cock I could see it tighten and loosen hoping I would take it. But my focus was on her pussy and her pussy only. "No my little milf you haven't earned that. Now get ready to cum!" I plunged back in her pussy with vigor Sharon moaned. I fucked her several times. "Cum baby!" I demanded. She whimpered in frustration. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "It's ok you can cum now." Sharon was rubbing her clit. She was getting desperate. "It's ok Sharon you can cum now!" She slammed back against me. I pummeled her pussy filling it with hot molten lava. "Fuck my pussy. Fuck your pussy. Daniel fuuccckkk yyooouuurrr pppuuussyyyy!" Sharon shrieked as she collapsed on the bed. Completely spent from the day and now this I laid down beside her. I turned Sharon to me and kissed her thoroughly. She was drained as much as I was. "Daniel that was unfucking believable!" Sharon struggled to say. She looked completely satisfied. "Does that mean you're happy?" I couldn't help but remind her of her earlier remarks. "I'm very happy. And very jealous of Kat and Nikki." She admitted. I picked her up and carried her back to the shower. The water was freezing cold she squealed when I pulled her in. A cold shower is what we probably needed to be honest. Not only refreshing but dampening our desires. I changed the bed as Sharon got ready. We called Kat and Nikki and arranged to meet them for dinner. On the way Sharon was very quiet. I had a feeling I knew what she was thinking. I was thinking the same thing. "Doug is a wonderful husband. He loves our kids, and he is a good father. I loved him once but loved Valery even more. Like Nikki and Kat." She looked at me. "Doug and I tried, we had kids but I always knew he had other needs. Needs I couldn't satisfy. The time came when we faced the truth. It was tough for a while. But I wanted a career and he agreed to stay. At least for now it works." "Val and Doug. How does that work?" I asked. She looked to see if I was being glib. "Doug is completely devoted to his mom. Nothing sexual but he dotes on her hand and foot in private. His other friends he is very protective of. I have only met one guy." I reached over and took her hand squeezing it lightly. "What about your needs." I asked. She squeezed my hand. "I've had my flings, but they were just that, flings. Val, the kids and my career are my life now. I never found anyone like you. Until today." Sharon looked over blushing. We were almost at the restaurant, there was more she wanted to say. I pulled in a drive way a couple blocks away. "Daniel I meant it when I said I would never do anything to come between the three of you. But I would like to be with you again. Can we do that?" "Sharon that decision isn't mine to make. I hope one day to marry Nikki." Placing the truck in park I turned to her. "You and Nikki to go to the restroom while at the restaurant. You give her the panties you're wearing. Tell her why you're giving them to her. If she gives them back you have your answer. If she puts them in her purse, she alone will decide when we can be together. If she hands them to me then I decide. Fair enough?" "When did you become so smart?" Sharon kissed me sealing the deal. "One more thing, before you and I can spend time together, you and Nikki are first." I explained. I knew that's why Nikki rarely visited Sharon with Kat and me. It was a temptation she tried to avoid. Unlike Becky, I knew Sharon would never take advantage of Nikki. "Deal! You sure drive a hard bargain!" Sharon squealed. We kissed again and headed to dinner. Sharon and I entered the restaurant. We found Kat and Nikki at the bar waiting. I ordered us some drinks as the girls greeted each other with hugs and kisses. "Were you surprised?" Nikki pressed herself against me. "Very!" I replied. She waited for me to tell her all about it. "You aren't going to tell me are you?" She faked being disappointed. "All I'm going to say is. You are very naughty girl! In a good way!" She kissed me then turned to Sharon. "Well?" Sharon looked at her and Kat and then at me. "Amazing. Utterly amazing!" Sharon was beaming. "He was in the shower, didn't even come in the bedroom ..." "You do know I am standing right here?" I asked. Just then the buzzer went off for our table. On the way I held Nikki back. I explained that she would be making a decision later. I told her that it was up to her to decide. I didn't tell her what but I think she had an idea. In the booth I sat next to mom. Sharon and then Nikki across from us. Sharon was ready to take Nikki to the restroom the minute we sat down. She kept looking at me for permission. I wanted to see how long she would hold out. Dinner was lively, the topics focused on shopping, and office scandals. After salads Sharon looked at me again. I looked her off one more time. I sat back and watched amused they could find so much to talk about. After the staff cleared the table she looked at me desperate now. "Excuse me I need to use the restroom!" Sharon announced. "Let's order desert, then you can go!" I suggested. Sharon gave me an impatient look. I called the waitress over. We picked two items to share. Nikki slid out. Sharon grabbed her hand and led her away. "What's that about?" Kat asked me. "It's about trust. She is going to ask Nikki if she can be trusted." I explained. "So I gather things went well?" Kat took my hand and leaned against me. "Mom don't think for a moment I don't know this was all your idea." I replied. "She needs you Danny!" Kat squeezed my hand. "We all do!" "Mom I can't lose Nikki. I want to marry her. This could ruin everything!" I reminded her. "I know and so does she, Nikki wanted this, she's the one that sent her up to your room." Kat squeezed my hand. "Jealousy can be a very deadly cancer. Do you understand?" I asked. I was pleading for her to see what I feared most. "I understand, you have a point. Daniel I promise that I will not do anything like this again without talking to you first." Kat pulled me in for a quick kiss. "Now let me out I need to pee." I slid over and helped her out. Several minutes later Nikki came to the table she was visibly excited. I stood as she approached she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips in front of the whole restaurant. "Thank you Danny! I love you!" She kissed me again then slid in on my side pulling me in with her. The deserts were being served as I sat. Nikki opened her purse and showed me a soaked pair of red lace panties. "Are you sure?" I asked her. "I'm positive. Kat told us what you said. I promise I will not do it again either, but this just feels so right." Nikki purred. "I love you Nikki. I would never do anything to jeopardize our future." I replied. She leaned against me. "I know. That's why I love you so much." We shared a quick kiss. "Dan can you take mom home tonight. I would like to spend some time with Sharon?" "If you're sure. I would love to!" I said excitedly. I stood as Sharon and Kat returned to the table. It seems everyone was happy now. Sharon looked to Nikki and then me with a knowing smile. I paid the bill Kat and I kissed them goodbye and headed home. I was beat by now and so was Kat. I left her down stairs to change and got ready for bed myself. She came up and we slipped into bed cuddling alone for the first time in days. We talked for a few minutes then heard Nikki and Sharon come in the house. I was surprised they were home so early but was happy to know they were safe. Kat was straddling my mid-section giving me a much needed back rub. My sore and tired muscles finally getting some relief. I reciprocated and massaged her back paying particular attention to her shoulders and neck. When I finished I rolled on my back and pulled her on top. We kissed as I massaged her ass cheeks. "Are you happy?" I asked her. "Very!" She rested her head on my shoulder. "I was thinking we should take her back to Florida for a few days. Eve would like that." "We could do that. What about you? What does Kat want?" I whispered. She lifted her head and smiled. "I have everything I need in this house, tonight!" I knew what she meant. Sharon was here. "There is one thing you could give me someday." "What would that be?" I asked as I squeezed her ass cheeks. "Some grandchildren!" She grinned. "I would like that but I'm thinking maybe down the road a couple of years, not tomorrow!" "Promise?" I knew what she was doing, but that was my plan. "I promise I'll try to make that happen. This is one promise I can't fulfill by myself." I teased. I slipped inside Kat as she slid down my body. "I love you Daniel" Mom sighed as my cock filled her cunt. There was a the distinct sound on the steps and then Nikki burst in our room naked wearing only a harness with a plastic dildo attached. The toy bounced, her tits jiggled as she moved to us. "Sorry Mom, but can I borrow Danny?" She was definitely excited about something. Kat looked at her then me. "Is everything ok?" Kat asked. Nikki pulled the sheet off covering us and grabbed my hand and started pulling me. "Oh Yeah. Just need to teach that little woman who's in charge. I'll have him back in a little while." Nikki replied excitedly. I stumbled out of bed as Kat slipped off my cock. Nikki pulled me to the stairs. I saw Kat throw on her robe and head in our direction. Sharon was on the bed in mom's room her hands tied with a scarf, her ass in the air. Nikki shuffled me around placing my hard dick in front of Sharon. "Lick it slut. Taste his mother's pussy you cunt!" I thought she was being a bit harsh but Sharon turned her head and obeyed. Sharon using only her tongue cleaned my cock. Nikki moved me behind Sharon. "Ok, now I want you to cum on his cock, bitch! This is our pussy now my pet?" "Yes Miss Nikki. My pussy is all yours!" Sharon squeaked. Nikki smacked her ass. I could see it was pink, not red but still rosy. Nikki put her fingers in Sharon's pussy and pulled out the red panties I saw in her purse earlier. "Now fuck our cunt but don't you dare cum in her!" Nikki demanded. I stepped forward I saw Nikki stuffed the panties in Sharon's mouth. As I entered Sharon pushed back her pussy still soaking wet. When I was all the way in she moaned into the panties. "That's right, open that hungry pussy. Let him all the way in. Feel him hit bottom. You want his cock! You need his cock!" Nikki ranted then smacked her ass again. Sharon moaned again and pushed back harder "This plastic cock isn't enough for our pussy. We need the real thing a big hard hot cock! You need a man, you want my man don't you pet?" Sharon tried to answer but with the panties in her mouth we couldn't understand. It really didn't make a difference what she said anyways. Nikki removed the harness. She pulled on Sharon's nipples playing with her piercings. Sharon was starting to buck back a bit. I could tell she was getting closer. "That's it pet coat his cock. Cum on it! Show him how much you want it. Remember no mouth, no ass tonight, just pussy. Make it good. Make me proud of my pet!" Nikki commanded. Sharon had obviously shared all the details of our earlier time together. I saw Kat from the corner of my eye. She had her hand at her pussy as she looked on. "Are you ready pet I'm going to help you now. Open that pussy wide. Squirt for us. Show us how much of a needy milf you are!" Nikki smacked her ass and then I felt her reach down and finger her clit. Sharon screamed into the panties her pussy slammed back on my cock. "Coat it bitch. I want your cum dripping from his fat prick!" Nikki strummed her clit again I could feel Sharon's cunt squeeze hard on my cock. She started to tremble. Nikki strummed her clit again and Sharon started to cum! Nikki pulled her ass cheeks wide open I quickened my pace and all of a sudden what seemed like a river of pussy juice coated my cock. Her pussy was dripping each time I thrust in. Sharon's head buried in the bed her moans muffled by the panties. I was close. SMACK! I felt my ass sting. "Don't you dare cum in her! This is OUR pussy. This time I tell her when she can cum and what she gets when she does!" Nikki pulled me from her. Nikki walked me back to Sharon's face, Nikki took the panties from her mouth. "Look at that. Look what you did to his cock. You are such a slut aren't you?" "Yes Miss Nikki!" Sharon moaned. She was drained but not done. Nikki got on the bed in front of Sharon she untied the scarf securing her two hands together. Lick me while I make him cum!" Nikki commanded. Sharon went between Nikki's pussy and started eating her. Nikki grabbed my cock and took all she could in her mouth. She gripped my balls and started to suck me off. I was anything but tired now. My girlfriend had turned into a dom with Sharon her willing subject. I looked at Kat her hand was frigging her clit she was ready to cum. I groaned as my balls tightened warning Nikki of my pending release. Nikki took my cock and pointed it at her tit and started stroking it. "Cum on me Danny. Cover my tits so this milf can lick it off. Do it now baby. Do it for our pet. The first spurt hit her tit and streaked up to her neck the next one she aimed lower and it hit right on her nipple. Nikki aimed to the other tit, I groaned as I kept shooting wads all over her chest. Nikki milked the last from my cock and sucked me clean. "You may go now. It's time for our pussy to clean me up!" Nikki barked. I was dismissed as if I was just chattel but I knew she was just excited. Nikki pulled Sharon to her chest and had her lick it up. "Feed it to me baby. Let me taste him with you." I went to Kat just as she had just finished her own climax. I slipped my arms around her from behind she leaned back against me. Nikki went from commanding to lover in just seconds. She was caressing Sharon as they shared my cum extending their kiss each time. Kat turned to me and indicated we should leave. We started down the hall back upstairs. I stopped mom when I heard Nikki talk. "Was that good? Was I too mean to you?" Nikki asked concerned. "Oh Nikki that was so hot! You were perfect baby!" We listened to them kiss again. "It was pretty exhilarating wasn't it? Thank you Sharon for letting me do that. I can't wait until you do it to me!" Nikki said. They started kissing again. Mom and I want back to bed upstairs. I must have passed out because when I woke Nikki and Sharon joined us in my bed. We were all naked. My cock was hard and I needed to piss. I rolled over Nikki and went to the bathroom. When I came back they were still sleeping together. I looked on in amazement. Three totally different women were in my bed for three totally different reasons. I was a lucky guy. I loved them each in different ways. What struck me more was they all loved me for the same thing. I make them happy. Sunday night I drove Sharon home. Val was waiting for her at the door when we pulled in. "Dan that was an amazing weekend. I would invite you in but I think it best if I don't." Sharon said looking at Val. "Besides you wouldn't come even if I did would you?" I shook my head. "I love that about you, you're honest, stay true to them both darling." She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Sharon I want to thank you for making them so happy! I love that about you!" She was affected by that, like she didn't think I noticed. She looked up and saw Val waiting for her. "I have to go. I don't want her to think I have switched teams! As tempting as that may be with you!" We both laughed. "Seriously Dan, I would like you to feel free to come over if just to see the kids. No expectations. Doug would like that too. He likes you." "Thank you and WE will." Sharon knew what I meant when I suggest I wouldn't be coming alone. I hopped out and opened her door. She walked to Val and laid a big kiss on her lips. I knew she did this to comfort Val, but also to show me she was back in charge. The summer was a good for many reasons. I started selling homes in real estate. Working with Art I learned the real world, not from some text book. Selling houses is all about getting your name out finding buyers and sellers. Starting out isn't easy, but I had George helping me. When people came to see his houses I would get to meet people that were in the market to buy and usually sell their old house. Even if they didn't buy one of George's I was keen enough to get their information and help them with a new home from another company or a used home. I completed ten deals by summers end. Nothing fabulous but a nice start in this business. My class schedule was going to be grueling so I cut back one. Doing this allowed me time to study and still sell some properties. This fit my schedule perfectly since I had mornings and afternoons open on different days. The flexibility of scheduling appointments around classes was a definite advantage over a set schedule. Nikki and Kat were doing fabulous in their work places. By the time the holidays came around we were all pretty comfortable in our respective rolls. The week before Christmas I had made special plans for one night. Nikki and I attended a basketball game at our old high school. I had been gone for a couple of years now but still went to see some of the games each year. A couple of seniors played with me when I was on the team. Setting just behind the team we watched the first half of the game. At the break during half time they had cheerleaders and the band playing. The teams came out to warm up. Then the principle was looking for a volunteer to make a basket for charity. She walked the floor looking for just the right person. She selected Nikki. The principle asked Nikki to come to the top of the key. She was going to try and shoot a basket. Nikki was of course embarrassed and protested but the crowd urged her on. Standing on the far end of the court from where we were sitting, the principle stood holding Nikki's shoulders facing her to the basket. She explained to Nikki that if she made the shot $500 would be donated to the local Boy's and Girl's club. Nikki again tried to explain she wasn't the person to be doing this. Just before she handed her the ball I moved in behind. Nikki took the shot. She was of course not even close. Embarrassed she turned to the crowd and found me kneeling behind her. The principle held the microphone to me. I asked for Nikki's hand in marriage offering a small open box with my out stretched hand. The place went instantly quiet. Nikki looked at the ring and then me. "Yes Daniel..." The roar of the crowd drowned out any remaining words she said. I stood slipped on the ring and gave her a gentle kiss before I hugged her. Knowing the game needed to get started we were asked to move from the court but not before I handed them a check for the $500. I looked in the stands Kat, Sally, and George all stood with Nikki's parents as they looked on. Five happier people I never saw. I pointed them out to Nikki, she ran into the bleachers as the game started for the second half. I watched Kat look at the ring with Nikki. She had helped me pick it out. Then looked back down at me. I knew she was happy for Nikki and me, but was she happy for herself? After the game Nikki and I were going to meet Kat, Sally, and George at the bar with her parents. As we left the high school Nikki kissed me once again. "I Love you Daniel!" She looked at the ring. "It's so beautiful. Did you pick this out yourself?" "Lucky for you no. Kat went with me. She said the two of you had looked at rings several times in the past. She knew what you wanted. The one I picked was... well let's just say these are much nicer!" I looked at her to see if she caught what I was trying to say. "Kat helped you?" She looked sad for just a moment. I crooked my head and gave her that look letting her know there was more I wanted to say. "We can always take it back for something else if you like?" She looked at the ring again. "No. Danny it 'isn't that, it's just when we looked at these rings..." Nikki looked at the ring one more time. The ring was a brilliant diamond with a small ruby and sapphire on each side. "You did say these rings right?" I asked. Nikki looked at me confused. "That's why I bought them both!" "Daniel you did?" I reached in my pocket and gave her the other box. She opened it. Inside was an identical ring with a small emerald and sapphire on each side. "You're going to give this to her?" She asked. "I was actually thinking you should!" I explained. Nikki squealed in delight. "Daniel really! Can I do it tonight?" She squealed. "Sure. I think that would be a great idea!" I was glad to see she wanted to do it so soon. The question was should she do it at the bar or in private. I didn't have long to wait to find out. Nikki's parents were at the bar when we walked in. Nikki immediately told her parents what she was going to do. Mary was very happy. Mark just looked at me, smiled and shrugged like he had no control anyway. George followed Kat and Sally meeting us at the table. I saw Nikki whisper to Sally. She looked at me with a big smile and winked her approval. I shook Georges hand and said hello. Congratulations were freely given to Nikki and me from the small gathering. Mom gave me a big hug and kissed my cheek. "Congratulations. I am so happy for you!" She whispered. I knew this would be hard for her. I was glad Nikki decided not to wait. A server came and took our drink order and some appetizers. Mary and Kat ordered a Bloody Mary. Nikki and Sally a Margarita. The three guys all had beers. I excused myself to use the facilities. I came back just as the waitress delivered the drinks. I sat beside Nikki who was beside Kat. Mark called for a toast we all clinked glasses and took a drink. "I would like to make another toast but first I have something to ask someone." Nikki said. She turned to Kat and handed her a small box with the lid open. "Kat would you marry us?" Nikki asked barely containing her excitement. Realizing the question had two meanings she stuttered. "I don't mean marry us like a preacher. You know, would you marry me and Danny? Oh shit. I mean would you ..." Mom pulled her into a kiss before she could dig herself in deeper. I looked around the table. Only George was confused, but he smiled just like everyone else did. "Daniel you went back!" Mom looked at the ring Nikki still held. I reached around and took it out of the box. I held it for her to place on her finger. Kat slid her finger in the ring. A small chorus of cheers went out in the bar from those close to us. She met me in front of Nikki for my kiss. "I propose a toast to the happy couples!" Mark raised his glass. George was still trying to figure it all out but raised his glass as we all clinked again. You can imagine the conversation after that. Sally was very supportive. Mary seemed to be really happy. Kat rode home with Nikki and me, the two of them were in the back seat kissing and fondling each other. Nikki called Eve the moment we got home and sent a message to Becky. That night the three of us met in our bed and enjoyed a randy night of sex. Tits, pussies and cock were treated to a royal romp. We fell fast asleep much too late for a work night. Sharon called me the next day congratulating me, she had already talked to Nikki. With Christmas just days away we had plenty of things to keep us busy. The holidays were one of the best. George and Eve made it back for Christmas. I had been spending one night a week at Sally's for over a year. With the temptation of Eve being there I decided to stay home this week. I was committed to two women right now and as much as I wanted to enjoy the company of the others I decided to remain unavailable. New Year's Eve 2002 found us at Nikki's parents for their annual party. Becky and Tina attended this year but something was wrong between them. If I felt something it was one thing but when Nikki mentioned it I knew it was noticeable. Nikki invited Sharon, Val, and Doug this year. I was sure Becky would make some moves on Sharon but she was well off her game. I had been staying true to my commitment. It was difficult and I was finding my stance was creating some friction between myself and others. Still I felt it was only fair to Kat and especially Nikki to stay celibate outside our relationships. The New Year was upon us, we set a date for the wedding in June. I was willing to wait longer but Nikki had her heart set on a late spring wedding. School was going good but I would need to take a couple of summer classes to keep on schedule. Work was doing great. Art was a great mentor and he was happy to have me on board. I was happy with how he gave me the flexibility to work and go to school. Nikki got a small promotion and raise. Kat was happy working with Sharon. We had found a comfortable schedule at home as well as socially. I had made new friends at school and at work. Nikki joined the same gym Kat went to and learned some of her coworkers also attended. Soon we had a small social circle we would get together with on a regular basis. Most were married and several years older than us. Family became more of a focus. I still spent one night over at George and Sally's. She wasn't happy I put a halt to our special time when I got engaged. George seemed no happier because of it. For Sally I could tell she still liked just to have me around. We spent more time with Nikki's family as weeks passed by. We visited Doug, Val and Sharon often, usually to spend time with them and their kids. I had limited my visits to those occasions. This of course didn't make Sharon happy. Kat and Nikki visited more often for other reasons. The wedding was coming up fast. It was going to be a small to medium affair. Less than one hundred people were invited. Only the closest of friends and family. The ceremony and reception was to be held at the country club George had played golf at. As the days drew closer the anxieties became more pronounced. Nikki was all but frazzled, her mom not far behind. Drama with bridesmaids, flowers, dresses and such were all handled, but there was one thing that she wouldn't talk to me about. Kat helped out when needed but did her best to stay in the shadows. If you asked me she was the glue that kept it all together. I asked Darius to be my best man. He was part of the construction crew I had worked with. Nikki's cousin and then Sam, Sharon's youngest stood up with me. Kat was the maid of honor, she protested but both Nikki and I insisted. A friend from school and a young niece rounded out the wedding party. I was sent packing Saturday night before the wedding, back to Sally's. It was decided that I wouldn't see the bride to be until the wedding next Saturday. I moved back into my room not happy but knowing the time away would be worth it come next weekend. Besides Nikki had enough on her mind without me to pester her. Charles and Eve arrive Sunday. They moved into the other spare room. I was thrilled to see them both since it has been almost six months. Charles welcomed me with open arms. Eve wouldn't even kiss me. Monday night it was just Charles. George and myself for dinner. I offered to cook but they decided to go out instead. They had a couple of drinks during dinner, so I knew I was driving home. After sports, cars, and work the talk centered on women. That is when Charles let it slip. "What in the hell can six women be talking about tonight?" Charles asked. George looked at me then back to Charles. "Charles, let's not get into that now!" Charles looked at me embarrassed that George tried to shut him down. "Why the hell not? He's the reason their meeting. Tell the boy! Sorry let me correct that, tell the man! God knows she was happier before than she is now!" Charles bellowed. George laid his hand on Charles shoulder. "Please. He's getting married in a few days. Surely this can wait?" George tried to calm him down. "Nurse I need another drink!" Charles bellowed in his typical boisterous voice. The waitress didn't look happy but saw we were trying to keep him toned down. I looked at George. "What exactly is he talking about?" I asked. The waitress brought another round. (I was drinking ice tea) Charles picked his glass up to make a toast. George wanted to avoid it but as I held my glass up he followed. "To Daniel may you never stop making people happy!" Charles winked at me and pushed my shoulder. I turned to George who was turning redder the longer Charles went on. "George you didn't answer my question." I persisted. He looked around to see who may be listening. "The women are at your moms. They're discussing you!" George looked embarrassed to say it. "Ah shit man tell him!" Charles goaded him. Charles was loud but not shouting. George glared at Charles. Charles leaned into the table so he could speak quietly. "They are trying to find out why you quit fucking them?" I was stunned by what he said. I looked to George I could see he wasn't going to argue the point. "Six? I never..." I looked at them both. "Ok who are they?" "Well you know Kat, Nikki, Sally, and Eve" Charles laughed. "Then there is Sharon and I believe Nikki's mom Mary." "George I swear! I never!" George put his hand on my shoulder. "Daniel it's ok. I know. She's just there. But you have been...? Let's just say you have been distant for several months!" George replied calmly. I had never seen him like this when it came to Sally. "But I thought you..." He put his hand up to stop me. I looked to Charles. "And I have never even kissed her mom!" I was defending myself. "Enough talking about this. You weren't even supposed to know. Whatever you have or haven't done is ok with us." George explained. "Just wish you would get back to doing it, is all we want!" Charles added. Charles finished off the last of his drink. I looked back at George. He shrugged his shoulders. "We better get him home before he orders another one." George paid the bill I helped him get Charles to his feet we loaded him in the back. I slid behind the wheel. We were about half way home. The silence was killing me. "So what do you suggest I do?" I asked George. I couldn't even look him in the eye. "Daniel. I don't have the answer for you. All I know is with you around our life is better. If Sally was here she would tell you to follow your instincts. It's worked pretty well before. So maybe you should go back to doing it again?" George suggested. He and I continued to look out the windshield. "What about you? What about Sally?" I asked. "All I know is she was happier before, and if I'm honest, so was I." Was all he said. I drove the rest of the way to the house in silence. Sometimes life is so fucking hard! I agreed to not say a word even though I wasn't sure if they would or not. Tuesday afternoon I made an appointment to meet with a potential client that would arrived in town the next day. I was to meet them in the lobby of major hotel in the city. Wednesday, I dressed professionally and was early to the appointment. I waited for a while when a desk clerk asked if I was Daniel. I answered yes, they explained the client was detained and I should come up to the room. I grabbed my briefcase and headed up on the elevator. I was impressed that they were on the fifteenth floor. I was excited because that is the floor where the more expensive suits are. These people had money! I knocked on the door I waited a minute and knocked on it again. I knew someone was there I could hear the faint sound of them talking. I was just about to knock again when the door opened. "Nikki?" I asked stunned to see her. "What are you doing here?" I looked in the room. I saw no one. Then it dawned on me she wanted to see me! I pulled her close and started kissing her. Nikki closed the door and kissed me again. "Oh how I have missed you!" I said. "Oh Danny I have missed you too!" I was still in the hall leading to the room. It looked expensive. I wondered why she spent so much money to come here. "Daniel! Please come in!" It was Kat! She was dressed in a sheer teddy, one of my favorites, with the robe we all wear gaping open. I looked at her and then back to Nikki who looked like she just left the office. Why were they dressed so differently? "Mom? What are you doing here?" I asked. Kat approached me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I tried to pull her close but she avoided my attempt. "Danny please come in and sit down." Nikki suggested. Confused I did as she asked. I went to the chair she led me to, she and Kat sat on the couch facing me. "Is everything ok?" I asked. I was starting to get a weird feeling something bad was going to happen. "Well that depends on you. Daniel." Nikki replied. This must be serious. Nikki like Kat doesn't usually use my proper name unless it's something serious. "If we are to get married Saturday there is one thing we need to get straight first?" Nikki said. I was stunned. If we get married? What the fuck? What did I do now? What needs to get straightened? "Nikki. I'm not sure what you're talking about?" I responded. "Daniel. I fell in love with one person. That person was you!" Nikki started. Kat looked at Nikki with a frown. "Sorry. I should have said two people. One man! Ah shit you get the point." Nikki got like this when she was nervous. But the stumbling let me know this wasn't as bad as I once feared. "What I'm trying to tell you Danny is you've changed. I know you think it's for the better but it 'isn't. I want the old Danny back. The one I fell in love with!" Nikki said. Now this is where my years of experience as a nerd in school paid off. I knew better than to start trying to explain my way out of something I wasn't what it was. I needed more facts, more clarity, such as what the hell she was talking about! I took a deep breath and looked at Kat maybe she could help me here. "What Nikki is trying to say is that you've changed. Remember when you asked me to tell you if you ever got too full of yourself?" Kat asked. Again I held my tongue. I nodded in response. "Well this is that time. Only you went the other way. We want you back!" I looked at Nikki more confused than before. "Danny, you stopped making people happy." Nikki got up and moved to me sitting on my lap. "You stopped being the man you were meant to be. We want you just the way we fell in love with you!" Kat came over she sat on the arm of the chair. "You're telling me you WANT me to ...spend time with other women?" I looked at them, it was like a light bulb went off in my head. "I stopped because I thought you'd want me to!" "We know and we love you for it, but what Nikki and I are telling you now is that we want you to be who you are. Why you're here, to make people happy." Kat leaned over and kissed me. "Will you do that for us?" "You too?" I looked at my future wife. Nikki kissed me. "Especially me. You see it was Kat who shared you with me! I love you Daniel Masters, but so do many other people. Will you do this for me?" Nikki asked. Words couldn't express how I was feeling. I pulled her into a kiss. Nikki broke free then said. "Now just so we are clear. We have a deal, who I sleep with you can sleep with. Right?" "That's the deal?" I asked still trying to sort it all out in my head. Nikki and Kat both nodded. This was a no brainer. I easily agreed. Kat got up and walked across the room. "Promise?" Nikki pulled my face directly in front of hers. Smart woman this one. "I promise!" "Good! Then here are the women I give to you." Kat opened the door to the adjoining room. Sally, Eve, Sharon, and Nikki's mom Mary all walked into the room all of them wearing the matching outfit to Kat except Mary. Nikki went to Mary and took her hand. "This one you can't have." Nikki took her mom's hand. She kissed her mom on the cheek. "At least not yet!" Mary smiled and then winked at me. Nikki and her mom? This was too much. "You two get out of here. You have a wedding to get ready for!" Kat teased. "Danny! I better get rave reviews or there will be hell to pay!" Nikki threatened. I lowered my head in mock humility. "Yes dear." The whole room erupted. Mary led Nikki out the door. I was surrounded. Kat moved to me planting a kiss on my lips. "I have asked Sally to go with you first. We will come join you later. Eve, Sharon, and Kat stayed. Sally led me next door to the bedroom. I turned taking both her hands lightly in mine. "I'm so sorry I'll never push you away again. Can you forgive me?" I said. "Oh son, you need no forgiving, you did what you thought was right. I respect that." Sally replied. I reached for her robe and lifted it off her shoulders. She stood before me in only the sheer lingerie. "Will you let me make it up to you? I would like to make you happy!" I explained. Sally smiled. "You always make me happy. Some days just more than others!" She pulled me in for a juicy kiss. "Then let's make this one of those days!" I returned her kiss and took her large tit's in my hands. Sally reached to my chest and removed my suit coat. I removed my tie as she unbuttoned my shirt. I lowered my head and slipped a tit from the lacy material sucking the nipple in my mouth. The nub grew hard, she was undoing my belt. I stopped her and stripped as fast as I could we stumbled to the bed her hand gripped my cock. I sat down pulling her on my lap. The thin damp material separated my cock from dripping pussy. God I wanted her. "Not today son, but soon!" I looked at her she gave me a naughty smile. "Let's do it like before. You have guests waiting." I rolled her over on her back and pulled her panties off. I licked her pussy then smeared my face with her wetness. "They can wait just a bit longer!" I suggested. She pulled me in for a kiss then licked my face clean. I repeated this until she had her first orgasm. I slipped up beside her she grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I dipped my fingers in her pussy and smeared cum on her nipples. Sally lifted the glistening orb and licked it clean. Her tit dangled as she sucked her nipple refusing to let it go. She slid over and took my cock in her mouth it had been several days. My balls were burning for release. "Mom I am going to cum soon!" I warned her. Sally pulled her mouth off and gripped my cock. She rolled on her back her massive tits dropped to each side of her chest. She spread her legs and still holding my cock, she guided me between them. I was hovering just above her when she placed my cock between the folds of her pussy the head resting just above her clit. She rolled her hips, the length of my cock was being caressed from below by her sopping cunt. "Danny, cum on my tummy. Make my pussy happy!" Sally cooed. I pressed down harder her pussy splayed open even more as my cock pushed the lips to either side. "You're going to make me cum baby. My clit loves the head rubbing it!" I looked down her little bud was in direct contact just under the head of my cock. "Mom I can't hold out much longer. Your pussy is so juicy and hot!" I cried out. Sally picked up the pace her hand making sure I didn't slip inside. This is as close to fucking as you could get and still not do it! "Cum Danny. Be a good son cum on mommy's tummy!" Her breath went ragged she pushed my cock hard against her clit. Her hips stopped she moved my cock side to side to massage her clit. "Cum Danny. I'm cumming Danny!" Sally stroked my cock then pressed it to her clit then stroked it again. "I'm cumming mother. Oh god I'm cumming!" I announced. Her hand was a blur as she milked my cock each spurt landed just above her clit and up to her stomach. I pushed myself back on my knees still between her legs. Sally scooped my cum and stuffed it in her pussy. She gathered each and every bit and kept pushing it in her swollen cunt. "Daniel." She tried to get me to look up from her pussy. "Daniel!" "Yes mom?" I asked. She brought her cum covered fingers to her mouth where she then licked them clean. "The next time we get together, you get to put your cum in me yourself!" Sally proposed. I was stunned by what she said but I wasn't going to ask questions. "I love you Sally!" We locked into a very sensual kiss. I could describe what went on after Sally and I spent some time together but I would rather not. Suffice to say it was more emotional than sexual, much more than I expected. I hope you forgive me for wanting to keep this private. Friday Darius invited friends and family to a bachelor party. We went to a topless bar, George, Charles and Doug teased about how I saw more and better tits at home and with my harem. After a while we left and just went to a sports bar where we met Nikki's dad Mark there and just hung out. They teased and harassed me the whole time. Some of my friends got a chance to meet my family. The party broke up around midnight which was fine by me. I'll not bore you with the actual wedding. I have included just the briefest of details to keep you informed. As I have done earlier and will continue to do later I have left out much of our close friends and family that have no bearing on the accounts pertaining to the focus of the story. The wedding went off wonderfully I believe a good time was had by all. I had the honeymoon planned months in advance. The question is where to go and what to do. A cruise was a thought, maybe a resort in Mexico. Hawaii was the one place that I always wanted to see. The flight would be a bitch but I found a time share owned by a friend of Charles that was half the price of a hotel and was right on a beach in Maui. The three of us headed off to spend a week of quiet relaxation. We arrived and picked up our rental car and headed to the house. Set well back from the water there was a group of separate small homes that made up the complex. There was a community pool and clubhouse, as well as a private beach. Set deep in the palm trees and surrounding foliage there was plenty of shade and yet just steps from the soft sandy beach. I hauled the luggage in as the girls opened the place up and checked it out. The sizable master bedroom had a king size bed and a large attached bath. A glass sliding door led to a partially enclosed patio and the view of the ocean beyond. Our first order of business was to change into our suits and head into the crystal clear water. We joined several others as we laid out our beach towels then hit the water running. The cool water was just the thing for three weary travelers. The girls headed back the beach while I swam and floated in the salty water. Looking out I could see a school of dolphins further out at sea. I wandered back to the girls, rinsed off and sat down putting on my sunglasses. "Happy honeymoon darlings!" I received a kiss from each and laid down to catch some rays. After about an hour I went into the house and got out the folder from the owner. He gave me a check list and I went down it doing things like turning the hot water heater on and setting the clocks. He supplied me with a list of restaurants and shops where the locals go. Nikki and Kat came in about an hour after I did. We went to the master bathroom to take a shower. The warm water felt great but the hands and lips felt even better. We washed off the sun screen, sand and salt water then piled on the bed in one lump. "This place is beautiful Danny!" Nikki kissed me. "Nothing but the best for my two wives." I pulled Kat into a kiss. "Are the two of you as happy as I am right now?" I asked. Kat looked to Nikki they both nodded then kissed each other. "Time to make babies!" Nikki squealed. Kat and I both looked at each other. "Really? Already?" I asked Nikki. "Sure why not. I'm not getting any younger. I stopped taking the pill last month. The doctor said it might take another month or two to clear out of my system, but maybe not. I say let's give your mom what she wants. A grand-baby!" "Count me in then!" I replied excitedly. We drove to town and picked up supplies and found a quaint little restaurant that was on the list. After dinner we went back, stocked the refrigerator, and took a stroll on the beach. That night we worked on the baby project. The next day we drove into the tourist area of town and looked at all sorts of galleries with paintings, sculptures, and other art pieces. Jewelry shops were everywhere as were kiosks offering all sorts of adventures and activities. We had the most fun in the tacky souvenir shops looking at all sorts of things that people bought just to prove they were here. So did I! We picked up some brochures for some activities and then headed back to find another restaurant for dinner. We sat on the patio drinking wine and just watching the waves lap the shore. It was simply beautiful. I lifted Nikki's hand but she ask for a pass suggesting mom was looking for some alone time with me. I kissed her and headed in to find Kat in the kitchen. "Would you like to go for a walk?" I asked. She looked out at the patio where Nikki was sitting. "Just you and me?" Kat whispered. I nodded yes. Kat tried to hide her pleasure that it would be just us but I could tell. "Let me get my wrap." The sun was going down but it was still warm out. It took a few minutes but she met me on the patio. She had the wrap over her shoulders holding it close in front of her. We each kissed Nikki and then headed down the beach. "Thank you Danny!" Mom slipped under my arm as we walked along the water's edge. "For what?" I had an idea but I think she needed to say it. "For bringing me on your honeymoon. I'll try not to put too much of a damper on it." "Mom, this is our honeymoon. The three of us. This is just as much yours and Nikki's as mine and hers." I explained. "You know it could have just as well been you taking those vows right?" Mom looked up at me still tucked under my arm. "You would have done that?" You would marry me?" Kat gushed. I pulled her to me, we kissed. "In a heartbeat. It's just that with you being my mom..." Kat pulled me down to kiss me hard on the lips "I love you Daniel Masters." She kissed me again before I could respond. "And I love your wife!" She let the wrap fall off her shoulders she was wearing just her bikini top. The small one. Her tits were begging to be let loose. The sun was down, the beach was dark, just the soft glow from the crescent moon and the occasional homes dotting the shore. We walked a bit further where there was a secluded spot. Kat pulled me into the darkest area and laid down her wrap. She pulled at my shorts. I slipped them off with my briefs. Her moist mouth covered me in an instant. I released her top and fondled her full tit's. "I need you in me!" Mom begged. Kat slipped out of her shorts and panties while I pulled off my shirt. Kat laid back on her wrap I slipped between her legs filling her pussy in one slick stroke. "I'll never get tired of that feeling when you first fill me up!" Mom sighed in pleasure. "I'll never get tired of doing it!" I moaned. I hunched my back so we could kiss. Her slick cunt begging me to fuck her faster. I slowed down instead, we were in no hurry. Under the wrap the sand conformed to her back, our moans drowned out by the steady surf. I wanted her on top but the beach was no place for rolling around. I lifted her legs pressing them near her chest. My cock pressed hard against the top of her love channel. I was massaging her G spot. "Oh god Danny, don't stop!" Unable to move, her back worked deeper in the sand under my weight and thrusting. I pummeled her pussy relentlessly. Kat groaned louder with each thrust. Her fit thighs started to push back. Her pussy clamped down on my cock. She was so wet and each thrust forced her oily arousal past my cock and bathed my balls. "Cum for me baby. I need you to hurry!" Mom whimpered. I could have held off but she was getting desperate. She loves when I am crude sometimes. I had a feeling tonight would be one of them. "Open wide wifey. Spread that pussy. I want to get it all the way up your cunt!" I tormented her. Kat reached around and pulled her pussy open from behind her thighs. With no light I couldn't see but I felt the wetness spread around my cock and balls. "Now Danny. I need to cum now!" Kat moaned. Even the ocean couldn't drown out her cries. I felt her pussy spasm. Her thighs pushed back until they were on the ground. I thrust deep in her pussy. Mom pushed her clit against me. I started to fill her pussy. "Here it comes. Here it comes!" Was all I could articulate. Our sexes met again and again. You could hear the slushy smacking even over the turf. Kat weakly wrapped her legs around me I pulled from her and drifted down so we could kiss. Once we had caught our breath we locked lips. I didn't want to move but knew she needed me off of her. "Dan I am so happy at this moment. I love you. Will you marry me?" She teased. "Sure. I could always use another woman in my life!" I teased back. She punched me then rolled over on top kissing me again. "You do know that I think of us as married. You are part of me now!" I explained. "Oh Danny you know I feel the same way!" Kat lunged for another kiss. I held her tight as we looked out over the glistening ocean. "We better get back. Nikki may think we abandon her on her honeymoon." Kat suggested. We picked up the wrap our clothes were full of sand. We slipped on just our shorts after shaking them out. I gave mom my shirt to wear. We walked back to the house. Nikki was still laying in a chaise outside the bedroom reading. She looked at both of us knowing what we had been up to. Kat started to walk into the bedroom when Nikki reached for her hand. Without a word she pulled Kat to her. Mom bent down and gave her a kiss. Nikki slipped her hand along her thigh and inside the leg of her shorts. A playful smile crossed her face. Nikki released the clasp on Kat's shorts and pulled them from her womanly hips. I could see in the available light the sheen from my cum leaking from her still swollen cunt. Nikki positioned mom so she was straddling her as she lay on the chaise. Mom's pussy gaped open. Nikki placed her mouth near the opening and licked along her slit. Her tongue was coated with my fresh spend. She swallowed and went back for more. Kat thrust her head back and gripped her tits over my shirt. "Eat me baby. Eat our husbands cum!" Kat growled. Nikki lapped at her pussy. I could see her jamb her tongue deep. She pulled away. Reaching up she gripped Kat's shoulder guiding her down. She pulled her head and locked unto her mouth no doubt filling it with our combined excitement. Reaching down with her right hand Nikki trust three fingers in mom's cunt rubbing her clit with her thumb. With her left hand she gripped Kat's hair behind her head. "Cum for me now my wife! Cum for your husband!" Nikki hissed as she pulled her head back. Kat was humping Nikki's hand. "Do it now! You know you want to!" Nikki slipped a fourth finger in her. More juice was flowing down her legs. Kat whimpered as she started down the path of no return. "Cum for me mother and I'll let your husband fuck your ass!" Nikki offered. Kat lost it right then. She fucked Nikki's hand cumming again just minutes after she did on the beach. Kat bucked against Nikki's hand, her thumb continued to strum mom's clit. "No more!" Kat pleaded. Her pussy continued to thrust on Nikki's finger fist. "No more baby!" "Keep cumming Kat. That's it you can do it. Cum again and I'll let your son fill your ass with my baby maker's" Kat stopped for just a moment. Nikki strummed her clit again mom started to rotate her pelvis searching for more stimulation. With her other hand Nikki let go of her hair and gripped mom's tit and squeezed hard. Kat groaned in pleasure and pain as her nipple stretched down. "Kiss me mom. Show me how much you love me!" Kat moved her hands from her knees where she was supporting herself to Nikki's shoulder. Pulling her into a kiss Kat latched onto Nikki's mouth and then another orgasm rocked through her. Her legs started to give way. Nikki pulled her lathered hand from mom's cunt and fed it to her. Kat slumped down to the chair leaning against Nikki. "We love you Kat. Will you marry me?" Nikki was serious and teasing at the same time. The joke had come full circle. "Oh yes! Nikki I love you. I love you both!" Kat sighed. I reached over and picked Kat up taking her in the bedroom and laying her on the bed. "Did you do your prep?" Nikki asked as she started to undress. Mom looked at her and nodded. "On your knees. You are such and ass slut aren't you?" "Only for the two of you. That's my promise!" Mom assumed the position. Nikki moved behind her and slapped her ass firmly. "I know what you want. You want the real thing slut. Don't you?" Nikki smacked her again this time lighter. "Yes Miss Nikki!" Mom was using Sharon's submissive pet name. Nikki thrust her fingers deep in mom's pussy. Pulling it back out I could see just how abused her cunt truly was. Dripping in fluids it stayed gaping open. Nikki used her slick fingers and rubbed them on mom's asshole. Kat let out a moan. "You want it don't you wifey? You can't wait for him to stretch that tight ass of yours can you?" Nikki prodded Kat. I pulled the lube from the nightstand ready to coat my dripping cock. "Please Miss Nikki. Please make him fuck my ass!" Kat was begging and we hadn't even started. "Suck his cock get him ready first!" Nikki demanded. She guided me to Kat's mouth where mom took as much as she could with her first plunge. Frantically she sucked me as Nikki worked a greasy finger in her ass. Kat's hips bucked back, she was on fire. Kat pulled off my cock. "Please Miss Nikki!" Mom pleaded. "I need him inside me!" "Play with your clit. I want to watch you cum when he stretches your hole" Nikki said. Mom hesitated we all knew her clit was too sensitive. SMACK! "I said play with your clit!" Nikki spanked her firmly this time. Kat responded by reaching up and rubbing her red swollen knob. "Miss Nikki. It hurts!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I said do it!" Kat continued as her ass started pumping on Nikki's finger. Nikki pulled me over I lubed my cock. She pulled her finger from mom's ass and lined me up. When I tell you. I want you to cum!" Nikki was barking orders. She rubbed my cock around Kat's puckered hole teasing the opening several times. Kat was trying to impale herself on it. Nikki smacked her now pink ass cheeks. "Get ready slut. Cum when I tell you!" Nikki easily slipped two fingers into mom's ass. Kat lunged back her body started to tremble. Nikki aimed my cock at the entrance to her bowels. She nodded to me I pushed. "Cum slut cum!" "With all her might she slammed her ass over my cock. I thought it would rip her asshole open. She let out a fevered scream and started her fourth orgasm in less than an hour. "Oh my god fuck me. Please Danny fuck me hard!" Kat pleaded. I slammed into her as her body convulsed. I think she was too weak to do much herself. Nikki motioned for me slow my pace. Kat's head drifted to the bed her ass still high enough for me to fuck. "See you can do it!" Nikki slipped in front of mom she spread her pussy open. "Eat me!" She grabbed the hair on the back of Kat's head and lifted it. "Be a good wife and eat my pussy!" Nikki slid her cunt to Kat's mouth. Kat nuzzled her nose in the folds then licked along Nikki's slit. Nikki responded with a gentle mew as Kat started getting her excited. I had slowed my pace to a lazy gentle stroke in mom's ass. Her body was just calming down from her last climax. Nikki was starting to get aroused as mom was doing a masterful job. "You like my pussy don't you wifey?" Mom pulled back long enough to respond. "Yes Miss Nikki!" Kat started to lick Nikki's pussy again but Nikki pulled her head higher. "You want me to have our children. Don't you?" "Yes! Oh yes I truly do!" Mom purred. Nikki stroked her hair. "I'll give you three. One for each of us. You would like that wouldn't you mom?" "Oh darling you know I would!" Kat was starting to get emotional. "Will you nurse them with me?" Nikki looked at me as she said it. "What? Are you kidding?" I blurted out. I was shocked by even the suggestion. "You never told him did you mom?" Nikki stroked Kat's hair and pulled mom to her own tit. "Tell me what?" I stopped fucking for just a moment. "Kat will you nurse them with me?" Nikki waited for an answer. Kat released her tit to answer. "Yes. You know I will!" Kat answered. Nikki smiled. "Will you nurse from me when my tits are full? Like you did your own?" Kat sucked harder on Nikki's tit. Kat released her tit and thrust back on my cock. "Yes. I'll suckle you if you let me!" Kat hissed. I started fucking mom's ass. My cock swelling with lust. "Suck my tit like you did your own. We will get started as soon as we know." Nikki pulled mom to her tit and as we watched her suck on it. "She never told you how when you were born she wanted to nurse you? How she took shots and hooked herself up on a machine to train her breasts to give milk." Nikki Told me. "Oh yes it can be done. Look it up. You trick the body over weeks, sometimes months and it will produce milk. She never told you that after she brought you home you were so weak you couldn't suckle. She would suck her own tit then feed it to you?" Nikki looked at me letting me know that it was true. I was pounding her ass, my balls were starting to boil. Kat could hardly keep attached to Nikki's tit. "Cum for me Mrs. Masters. Cum for me one last time because when he fills your ass that is the last cum you get this week. The rest goes in my pussy for our baby!" Nikki cried out. Kat pulled loose from Nikki. My cock was starting to lose control. "I can't please don't make me cum again!" Kat groaned. Nikki reached under and pulled on mom's nipples. She pulled so hard mom objected with a groan. "You can and you will! As my wife, as my partner and as my love. You will do this for me. Mrs. Masters cum! Kat reached back and rubbed her clit her ass clamped hard I started to paint the walls of her ass with cum. "I'm cumming!" I yelled. My cock was a blur in her ass. "No. no...oh.oh... yyyyeeessss!" Kat hissed through clenched teeth. Her body convulsed she pulled off my cock and curled up in a fetal position. Cum seeped from her ass. Nikki grabbed a towel and wiped it before it reached the sheets. Nikki moved to comforted her as Kat was still wracked with tremors. "Never again!" Kat whispered. "There have been years I haven't come that many times!" She was making jokes as she rolled on top of the towel, they embraced and shared a kiss. "I love you Nikki. I love you both. You both make me a very happy wife! Very sore but very happy!" I laid on the bed and let Nikki fuck my face until she came. We all took a shower and then curled up in bed together. Nikki was mostly right. I fucked them both. Usually Nikki first, then Kat. When she had her orgasm I would pull out and fill Nikki's pussy with cum. Only once did I fill Kat's ass again and that was because Nikki's pussy was too tender to fuck one day. We enjoyed our week in Hawaii. We went to a luau and took a short cruise to Oahu to visit Pearl Harbor and Waikiki Beach. We saw whales, dolphins and, Nikki claims a shark but I have my doubts. But most of the time we just relaxed and enjoyed the peace and quiet. The plane ride home was tedious seeming to take twice as long. We touched down and headed home ready to get a good night's sleep. After a week of lounging around, going back to work was a bit difficult. My funds were at an all-time low. Weddings even small ones and honeymoons aren't cheap. Add in the rings, well let's just say I am glad Nikki and Kat both work so they can support me! Real estate was selling well even for me. I decided not to take summer classes but still helped George when we could work it out. Wednesday was the night I spent at George and Sally's but we changed it to Friday when we got back from our honeymoon. George would usually have dinner with Sally and me then shortly after pack up and leave. He and three buddies had a standing tee time every Saturday morning at an award winning course a couple of hours away. Some nights he would just leave from work. On those nights I would take Sally out. In real estate every day is a potential work day so many Saturday mornings I would be off to work. The others I may spend part of the day with her or take her home to be with Kat and Nikki. Friday night worked out for Kat and Nikki as well. They went out with friends after work for drinks and unwind. They had the house to themselves and could sleep in the next day. It was working out for everyone. I had spent the night twice when George and I were heading to a job site. George seemed to be preoccupied. He had been acting differently since I got married. I thought maybe he regretted his decision to change the farmers and the salesman agreement. "I want you to know I appreciate you staying at the house, it means so much to Sally." George said. "Well and me too." I figured he wouldn't want to talk about it so I was surprised when he brought it up. "I enjoy spending time with you both. You really have been the father I never had." I replied. We exchanged glances. He cleared his throat. I could tell he wanted to say something. He was having a hard time. He cleared his throat again. He looked over I could see and almost sense the fear of what he was about to ask. At that moment I could almost read his mind. "No. not yet!" I answered the question he never asked. He glanced my way again to judge my sincerity. "She told me but it just hasn't felt right." We exchange glances once again. "Not sure it ever will..." "Daniel you must. It's important!" George insisted. "Then promise you won't ask. I couldn't handle that situation!" I confessed. I looked down at my hands they were fidgeting. George looked at me. He put his big hand on my shoulder. "I promise. Just know that you need to do this for me." I looked up to him. He noticed my anxiety. "I'm so proud of you son! I see it now. Why you're so special. I know you love Sally. But thank you for loving me!" I had never heard my uncle talk like that. He was a man of few words and fewer outward emotions. He squeezed my shoulder. We didn't talk about it any longer that day. In fact we would rarely talk about it again. But in the future there would be signs, subtle at times, obvious at others. The week moved on I closed a couple of deals. Art was becoming a true mentor mostly because he was easy to work with. Even when I screwed up he always turned it into a learning experience. Friday I arrived at Sally's, somehow I knew George would be gone. She was in the kitchen but she wasn't cooking. "Can I take you out tonight?" I winked at her, letting her know it was alright. "You can sweetheart!" Sally was in a special mood I could tell. I walked to her and without hesitation kissed her firmly on the lips. "Where to fair lady?" I held her close her big tits pressed against me. I kissed her again. "I have an idea if you're game!" "Shoot!" I quipped. "I would like to go dancing! There is a great Italian restaurant just on the other side of town. They have a dance floor and on Friday's a small band that plays music. The food is excellent!" "I can't dance but if you lead I'll follow!" I kissed her again this time she slipped me her tongue. "I'll be ready in an hour. You don't need a tie but a jacket would be nice." Sally slipped from my arms and headed to their bedroom. I went to my room, took a shower and changed into a fresh suit, and yes a tie. I waited patiently as time clicked by. An hour was past ten minutes ago. I heard her heals click across the floor I looked up from the couch. She was stunning. Sally was wearing a sequined black dress. Sexy may be a stretch but attractive may be too unappealing. Her hair was simple but stylish. Her makeup appropriate for a woman in her fifties, except maybe the bright red lipstick she wore. The dress was elegant, her large breasts on display but well supported. The dress hugged her stomach then flared over her hips before only slightly hugging her sexy legs. The dress stopped well short of her knees but not too short. Her stockings accented the three inch heels she had on. I stood up her eyes brightened as she saw my reaction. "Wow! What did you do with my aunt?" I teased. Sally blushed as I walked around her. I let my hand slide across the silky material covering her ass. "Can you zip me up?" Sally blushed. The last few inches was undone on her back, there was a small clasp. I finished zipping her and hooked the clasp "Hello. Beautiful!" I teased. "Daniel. I could wear something more revealing if you want?" She cooed. I wasn't sure where she was going with that. "If you revealed any more we wouldn't leave the house! Besides I may need to hire a body guard as it's." Sally seemed to be happy with my reply. Nervously she approached me. "Are you sure. I know young men like their women to be ... you know ... more sluttish!" Sally giggled. I couldn't believe my ears. Sally wanted to know if I wanted her to dress like a whore. "Mother! What kind of son would I be if I was to be seen in public with that type of woman? I would never dishonor you like that." I said. She hugged me, no doubt not kissing me and run the risk of smudging her lipstick. "Mom you look absolutely perfect for dinner and dancing!" "Thank you Daniel. We should go. I have made us late." I drove her car the truck not really suited to a woman dressed this nice. Dinner was great. There were three guys in the band, they were very good, and the singer had a great voice. They played some big band, some fifties and then some modern contemporary stuff. This wasn't a bar or club but a place for people that just wanted to enjoy a great dinner and take a few turns on the dance floor. Sally and I danced several times. We got a few looks but nothing more than that. There was no public display of affection. This was a good size town but still making a scene in front of the wrong person could be devastating. The whole night while we were out we didn't so much as kiss. My hands never wandered once. Back in the car was a different story. "Daniel that was so much fun! I thought you said you couldn't dance?" Sally gushed. "Well if you call that dancing then I guess I can!" I teased her. "You looked beautiful out there tonight. It was all I could do not to ravish you right there on the dance floor!" Sally pulled her dress up, took my one hand and slipped it between her legs. The car was too dark to see but I felt the wetness as she guided it to her panty covered pussy. "Oh baby! I was thinking how much I wanted you to do that!" I gasped. I stroked her pussy as I drove. She spread her legs allowing me to gain better access. I pulled into the garage and closed the door as my hand left her pussy. We sat for just a moment letting the night sink in. There was something that we needed to clear up for me before we went into the house. The automatic headlights turned off. The opener light shortly after. Still we sat in the car in total darkness. "Sally. Why does George want me to fuck you?" I blurted out. I had a feeling she knew this would come up. She had a way of knowing things like this. "I shouldn't tell you this but I will, I trust you. Besides I think you have a right to know." Sally reached over and took my hand holding it between hers. "George is feeling guilty. George had a lover sometime in the past. They broke it off years ago." "So this, if we do it. It will be payback?" I asked. "Yes and no. You see in return for giving me the freedom to have you like I want. I have agreed to let him ..." Sally couldn't bear to say it. She pulled my hand to her face she kissed the back of it. "So? My guess he isn't playing golf?" I could feel the tears on her cheeks. "Actually he does play golf. It's just tonight he will not be alone." I stroked her cheek in the darkness. "I actually met the woman while you were on your honeymoon. She said he makes her happy." "So since we haven't done it. George is ..." "He thinks I'm punishing him. That's why he stays for dinner. He feels maybe I'll stop him from going." "Why don't you. You know stop him?" I slipped my hand over her breast around her neck. I gently pulled her to me. "Tell me mom. Why don't you stop him?" I could feel her breath on my face. I could smell her perfume. Her hand went to my lap. "I don't stop him because I want you Daniel. I know it doesn't make sense, but I do. Not the sex mind you. I would still let him go just to be alone with you sex or not." She found my dick it was getting hard. Sally stroked me outside my slacks. "But I do so want you that way too. We both do. We both know it Daniel, I want you to fuck me!" "Sally I would never fuck you. Not for him." I said pissed he would cheat on her. "But if you let me I'll make love to you any way you want. But just for you!" I pulled her into a kiss she gripped my cock and squeezed. "Come my son. Your mother needs you tonight." I opened the door the car lit up I could see the desire she had. I walked around and opened her door and held my hand out. Sally took my hand, I helped her up she filled my arms. We kissed, the door closed, she held me tight. "Fuck me Danny. Fuck me now!" Sally pleaded. In the dim light I could see she was serious. "Here? Now?" She pulled at my belt then she lowered my slacks. I raised the hem of her dress, she released my cock. "Daniel just put it in me!" Her voice dripping in desperation. I lifted her onto the front fender the light in the car went out just as I pulled her panties to one side and started feeding her my cock! "Thank you Kathryn! Thank you Nikki! Thank you Daniel!" Sally moaned. Sally thrust her head forward she kissed me as my cock slipped deeper and deeper. "Oh my goodness they are right. You are special!" Sally was starting to wiggle on the cars fender. I was still dressed, my pants on the floor. Sally still had her dress on her panties scraped the side of my cock. I could almost feel her eyes being closed. Her legs splayed she wrapped them around my thighs. Her calves pulled me into her pussy with purpose. Sally's arms wrapped around my neck she pulled me into a bear hug her tits mashed into my chest. Her legs pulled harder. I could hear the slapping of our bodies. Her cunt was sopping the distinct sound of fluid being churned filled the air. "Yes. Oh god yes. Feel me darling. Feel my pussy love you!" She gasped for air as she thrust her hips. One last plunge and her cunt gripped my cock milking it. It started like a shiver, subtle at first, she convulsed and then it built into a tremble. "So good darling. So good. Your cock feels so good in my shameless pussy! God Danny. I do love it. I love you!" She pulled against my neck and slammed down on my cock. Her ass slapped the fender I could feel the car give below her. Then it was over. Sally just held me then found my mouth for a kiss. I was still hard, still balls deep in her pussy. I was excited but she came so quickly I hardly had a chance to. "I'm sorry honey did I cum too soon?" Sally asked. I pulled my cock from her, she sighed in disappointment. "No way. That was awesome!" I reached down and pulled my pants up. "Where are you going?" She asked. "I want to see the other dress. The one you took off when you changed." Sally slipped off the car I could hear the metal pop. "You do, do you?" She squealed. "And I want to watch you put it on. So I can watch you take it off!" I teased her. "Come with me big boy!" I hit the car remote the headlights came on we found the door to the house and walked in. Her dress was disheveled my clothes looked Like I had worn them for a week. Sally slipped her panties off and dropped them just inside the door from the garage. "Don't you dare move them!" She warned me. I smiled as I walked past knowing she would leave them until he came home. Sally led me down the hall. She made me strip then passed by my room. Naked she led me to their bedroom on a chair I saw a red dress draped over the arm. Sally turned her back to me pointing to the clasp. I unhooked it and lowered the zipper. The dress opened. I wrapped my arms through it and gripped her luscious tits. "Now, now, son. Let's not start that just yet." She giggled. Sally pushed back into my arms I kissed the back of her neck and the top of her shoulders. Sally whimpered as I did this. I slipped the dress over her hips and the straps of her garter. The dress pooled on the floor. Her bare ass framed in the straps pushed back against my growing boner. I raised my hands back under her tits feeling the weight before slipping in front to her nipples. I pinched them lightly and rolled them in my fingers. Sally sighed again. "Danny!" Her head fell back against my shoulder exposing her neck and the slope of her chest. "Yes Aunt Sally?" I kissed the nape of her neck. She pushed her ass harder against my cock. I pinched one nipple then slipped my other hand over her stomach to her groin. I felt her the beginning of her bush and raked my fingers through it. "DANIEL!" Sally squealed as I cupped her pussy. "Yes my sexy Aunt?" I whispered. I found her clit and stroked it her hips rotated hoping I would find the spot that needed itching. I knew the spot. I just wasn't ready to let her know it. That would be for later much later. "You're going to make me cum again!" She thought she was warning me but really she was begging me. "I hope so! Spread your legs Sally, spread them and open yourself up for my cock." I whispered. Sally opened her legs. Her pussy lips spread as her hips continued to rotate. She was too low to enter I needed to find something for her to stand on. I scanned the room quickly. The chair with the dress! I led her to it. I guided her into a kneeling position on top of the dress draped over the padded seat. Her hand gripped the straight back her ass faced me her heavy tits hung the nipples full and hard. "Sally your ass is so beautiful. Can I fuck it?" I asked tempting her. I heard her gasp as I asked the question. I slipped a finger in her pussy and rubbed her juice on her asshole. She sighed as my finger slipped in her pussy then whimpered when I stroked her puckered hole again. "Daniel I have never done that! Not with a man!" She replied moaning, I was shocked. This wanton vixen that smeared pussy juice on her nipples and licked them clean has never done anal? Wait. She said with a man? I moved behind her and slipped my cock in her pussy. She was dripping wet and my balls were telling me it was soon time. "Well you're going to do it and soon! Tonight I just want your pussy Sally. I want it red and swollen. I want it begging for me to fill it. I want your pussy so happy that you can't sleep tonight!" I hissed. Sally was responding to my cock. It was deep but not balls deep. She held onto the chair. I could see her tits sway in the mirror. "Fuck me Danny. Make my pussy happy. Fill it Danny. Hurry fill me up." She was a quick cummer, but this time I was ready for her. I picked up the pace plunging deep in her pussy. The chair gave her little room to adjust, her tits were slapping her chest. My balls boiled, her breath came quickly. I looked in the mirror her eyes were closed. "Sally. Open your eyes! Watch me fill your pussy!" She eyes opened we locked on each other in the mirror. I groaned and the first blast shot deep in her cunt. She was off just a bit but when my second wad erupted she clamped down on my cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head for just a moment. "Yes Danny. Yes. Fill your Aunt Sally's greedy pussy. Make me your lover! Make me beg for your cock. Make me drink your cum. Fuck my ass if you want. Whatever you do keep making me happy like you're doing right now!" Sally rambled on. I filled her pussy. She almost fell of the chair with her orgasm. I pulled out, we went to the bed. I threw back the covers and started kissing her. Sally's pussy was dripping my cum on the sheets. She looked at the amount and started to smile. "So much cum. Too bad I didn't show you the dress." She seemed disappointed. "Mom. I'm your son. There's at least two more where that came from." "Tonight?" She teased "Tonight." "Promise?" "Oh I definitely promise." I grinned as she stroked my dick gently. "How about a shower son?" "Sure mom!" Sally smiled as I scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. We washed each other. I watched as she expelled my cum from her pussy. Then a stream of faint yellow piss drained from her bladder. I slipped two fingers in her cunt and felt it wash over my hand. It was warm and just the thought of it seemed so titillating. Sensing Sally was living out some of her fantasies. I held my semi hard cock and started to pee on her pussy. Sally swooned and grabbed my cock. When the flow started to subside she ducked back under the shower head "I have always wanted to do that!" Sally gushed. She was flush with desire. She looked up to see how I would react. Disclosing long hidden desires, especially taboo ones requires a certain level of trust. I was honored she would reveal this to me. "We can do it again later if you want. We can do anything that makes you happy. You can trust me!" I offered. She stroked my cock with impatience. Empty of piss it started to respond. I fondled her tits, the warm water bounced off her upper slopes. We washed again then dried off. I dried my hair she wrapped hers in a towel when I was done we dried hers. Back in the bedroom I held up the red dress. "Now I want to see what I missed." I moved to the chair she was bent over earlier. It was near her vanity across from the closet and dresser. Sally gave me a coy smile and went to her dresser drawer. She pulled out a red garter and secured it in place, next was the sheer red stockings. After she secured them to the garters she pulled out a pair of red crotch less panties. Slowly she bent showing me her ass and back of her pussy. Sally pulled the panties up covering for now the treasures below and went back to the drawer. She pulled out a red matching bra and put it in place, her nipples quite visible. Her tits overflowed the garment pushing the excess to the center to narrow her cleavage. Sally held up the dress and slipped it on. This one was sexy. Her bra was barely covered you could still see her nipples if you looked close enough, and I was. The hem ended about four inches below her ass and clung tight to her wonderful thighs. Sally walked to the closet and came back with a pair of matching red high heels. She was stunning. Even without makeup and jewelry she was smoking hot. "Do you like?" She knew I did. My cock was straining to grow bigger. She turned slowly and showed me her ass. "Mom, you look breathtaking! I can assure you we would have never made it out the door if you would have worn that earlier." "Danny are you just saying that?" Sally seemed truly interested in my answer. "Aunt Sally that is one of the sexiest outfits I have ever seen any woman wear!" I motioned for her to come closer she took my extended hand I pulled her next to the chair. I slipped my hand under the dress and caressed her ample ass. My fingers slipped forward her pussy was dripping, the slit in the panties parted so I touch her wetness. Sally mewed as I touched her meaty pussy lips. I pulled back and spanked her ass lightly she bent forward to give me better access. "You want to be naughty when you wear this. Don't you?" I teased. Sally bent over and licked my cock. "Yes baby I do!" She engulfed my cock and started to suck me off. I reached around and fingered her pussy. I squeezed a hanging tit and pinched her nipple she was getting ready to cum! God was she excited. I never met a woman that could cum so easily. I pulled her off my cock. "Fuck me mom. I want your pussy all night!" Sally swung her legs over mine and slipped my cock through the opening in her panties and deep in her cunt! "Son, you feel so good inside me!" "It feels so good being inside you!" We kissed and kissed some more. "Danny, can I tell you something?" Sally whispered as I thrust in her. "Sure mom, what?" Her breath was shallow. Her chest heaved. Her nipples strained inside the dress. "I want to wear this for you!" Sally moaned. I picked her up fucking her pussy so hard. "You are. You look stunning!" "No. I want to wear it for you in public. I want everyone to see what piece of ass I am. I want them to know you're fucking me!" Sally slammed down on my cock. She bit the top of my shoulder. I could feel the pain as she clamped down. "I have always wanted to be that woman! Just once I want to be a dirty little whore!" It was like a dam had burst. Sally was telling me all of her darkest secrets. Her most intimate desires. "Cum for me whore!" I gasped. I filled her until she groaned, then she started to tremble. "Danny's mom is a whore and I get to show her off! Cum bitch! Show me you have what it takes!" I growled. Sally fell forward on me. I lifted her ass and drove her pussy down on my cock. She was babbling something about how she was my whore and needed to be used like one. She shuddered as her climax subsided. My cock and balls drenched in her cum. I lifted her off me and carried her to the bed. We left a stain on the chair. I think she was happy about that. On the bed I slowly started to undress her. "We will need to go where no one knows us, you know?" I explained. Sally looked at me in disbelief. "It will have to be where kids aren't allowed. A bar or something." "Danny you are serious?" She asked. I grinned at her. "Only if you are. Only if it will make you happy?" Sally sunk back in the bed I continued to remove her clothes. She helped remove her dress, her bra was quite sexy. I slipped my fingers in the waist of her panties. She wiggled out, I traced back up her leg to her pussy. I dipped two fingers in and then fed them to her. She eagerly cleaned my fingers. I returned to her snatch and dipped again this time I pulled her tit from the bra and coated her nipple. Sally pulled her tit and willingly cleaned it off. "I never get tired of watching you do that!" I grinned. "I never get tired of doing it for you. You love my tits don't you?" She purred. "I do. Mostly because they are attached to you!" I teased. "I love how uninhibited you are letting me watch you enjoy them." "Danny I do that just for you. Only you. You are the only one I feel comfortable telling these thing to. I trust you. I know you only want to make me happy. I have so many fantasies I want to try. I want you to be the one I do them with!" Sally looked at me hoping she could trust me. I rolled Sally on top of me she impaled herself on my boner the first chance she got. I reached behind and released her bra. Her tit's spilled out from the cups. I reached for one and lowered it to my mouth. I sucked the nipple Sally exhaled as I drew it deep in my mouth. "I don't know what feels better you sucking my nipple or your cock stretching my pussy!" Sally teased. She was rubbing her clit on my pelvis. Pushing back until her cunt could take no more. She rose up until my cock almost slipped out and slammed down on her clit before doing it all over again. All I could think of is her list of fantasies and how I was going to be part of them. I looked on as her pussy splayed open. Her course pussy hair matted with our excitement. I could feel the start of something special deep inside my balls. This wonderful woman, ordinary in so many ways, so extraordinary in so many others, was a sexual dynamo. Our coupling delayed for so long was no mistake. We were meant to be here. Like Kat, Nikki, and, Eve there was a force that just seemed to bring us together. "Danny!" Her body was again flush her eyes focused on mine. "I need to cum honey. tell me..." Sally ground her clit one more time. "Tell me ..." "You can cum!" I told her. "No baby. Tell me..." I was ready to shoot with her. "Mom. It's ok. I am going to cum too!" "NO darling. Tell me..." She was desperate. She looked deep in my soul our gaze unbroken. "Sally! I love you!" "YES!" Her pussy was a blur on my cock. There was no warning, no tremor, no grinding just hard fast fucking. I was pushing my hips up spewing my molten cum deep in her pussy. "Yes. Yes. Yes!" Sally hissed in time with the slap of our sexes. Her arms gave way she melted on top of me. We were both completely spent. I could feel her heart beat as she lay motionless on top of me. I stroked her hair and kissed her head. She found her strength and moved to kiss me. "I can't remember a night I'll cherish more than tonight. I love you Daniel Masters. You have made an old woman very happy." "A sexy woman!" I corrected her. "A sexy old woman?" She corrected me. "A very naughty. Very spontaneous. Very immodest. Very wanton. Very sexual. Woman! That I love deeply!" I rolled her off and slipped next to her. "What are you doing?" Sally asked as I tried to spread her legs. "Taking one more item off your list!" I plunged two fingers in her oozing cunt and coated them with our cum I smeared them on her tit. Sally laughed at my offer as she sucked her tit clean. We both scooped from her pussy all we could gather and coated her tits until she begged me to stop. I covered us up and we slept just like that. In the morning she woke me with my cock in her mouth. I explained I needed to pee. Sally followed me into the bathroom insisting she hold my penis while I pissed. It was a challenge giving up control but she was thrilled to be doing it. I promised she could do it again in the future. We headed back to bed and lay naked caressing each other. Something had bothered me for some time. There never seemed a right time to ask. But if she trusted me I needed to trust her. "Sally. Was Duane really able to influence me like that? I asked. Sally was shocked by my question. We all had thought Duane was put to bed by now. "What do you think?" She asked. "I'm wondering if I made him up." I replied. "You know. A way to cope with feelings I was conflicted with. Feelings I have for mom and Nikki." "I'm not sure I can answer that. It could have been real, but then you always were a very smart young man. You could have made it up." She replied. "But you felt him too? And Eve!" I tried to explain. "But we only felt what you projected. What you felt. Even if it came from the other side it was what you projected to them." She took my hand between hers. She closed her eyes and held me still. "So I could have made it all up in my mind?" I questioned. "Kind of like a dream I controlled?" "I'm not sure I could explain it better." Sally said. "It could have been a way you found to protect yourself emotionally. A way to overcome Duane's abuse of you and Kat." "What about Kyle?" I asked. "Even Nikki felt him!" "Did she? Or did she feel the part of Kyle you wanted her to remember?" Sally questioned. The good part." "But the football. How would I remember that as a clue but not remember that after?" It was all getting jumbled now. "Could it be you didn't want to promote yourself?" She made me consider. "Maybe your plan all along was to make her want to find out?" What do you think?" I asked Sally. "I think only you will ever know." She said. "Trust your instincts Danny. They have guided you well." "Will they come back?" I questioned her. "I guess that depends on if you need them to?" Sally kissed me. "Daniel you have matured so much in a short period of time. My guess is you will see very little of them in the future!" Sally kissed me again. "I hope you are right." I offered. "It would be nice if I knew for sure." Sally kissed my hand a warm feeling passed through me. She knew and now so did I. To be continued...

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“Come on, you fit last year! Stop struggling!” Kyoob had been fighting against her own body for the past ten or so minutes, cursing herself for not having tried out the costume before the day she was supposed to be wearing it. With all of the preparations needed for the Thanksgiving dinner she invited her friends over for, it had slipped from her mind until just after she put the actual turkey in the oven, and now the mimic was suffering the consequences of having completely forgotten about her New Year’s resolution on going to the gym and-or just doing some push-ups every day… though, oddly enough, it wasn’t her belly getting in the way of that damned thing zipping back up, but two other, significantly larger things. Wearing the turkey costume had been a tradition for at least the past five years, ever since Kyoob moved into her new place and decided she needed something special to celebrate; after a whole night of drinking far too much and being surrounded by other lightweights who really shouldn’t be drinking either, she ended up mail-ordering a full-size turkey costume that looked both horrendous, silly and actually kind of funny on her. It was tacky and so embarrassing that she’d never wear it literally anywhere that wasn’t the privacy of her own home, but it served as a reminder of that first Thanksgiving at her new home, surrounded by friends and a haze of alcohol-induced idiocy. Ever since then, Kyoob had made it a point to wear it every single year, even if it began to chafe almost immediately after she put it on; it was worth it purely for the awkward looks slowly turning into barely-contained laughter and then inevitably the stuffing jokes that always came about. That year, however, the mimic found herself struggling with the costume in a way she hadn’t before. Now, Kyoob wasn’t necessarily the smallest of individuals, but despite her rather bountiful bust and shapely form, she’d never had any problems with fitting into that suit in the past; getting the zipper over her breasts was always a chore, and it did occasionally slip down just enough for her to show some cleavage while spilling out, but it fit, even if it had to be made to fit. However, now that she was trying to put it on in a mad dash to get ready before her friends arrived, that’s when Kyoob realized that something terribly wrong was going on, because no matter how hard she tried, she could not pull the zipper up above her bustline; in fact, she couldn’t even get it up to her underboob, which posed a very serious and worrying question: had she gotten bigger? It was true that her bras had started to feel a bit more constricting lately, but Kyoob had chalked that up to having to actually wear them again after such a prolonged time working from home; her body had gotten so accustomed to going about her house without anything holding it back that surely it was normal for her chest to feel tighter when she had to go back to her physical workplace again. The same could be said for her jeans, which were a lot more form-fitting all of a sudden; again, the mimic assumed it was the result of being stuck at home for such a long period of time, coupled with a frank lack of care for her caloric intake. Surely it would all just go away on its own once she got back to her regular routine, and indeed, though the tightness never really disappeared, Kyoob learned to ignore it as she waited for it to vanish. But it didn’t; if anything, it only ever got worse. So now that she was staring at herself in the mirror, looking at how the zipper barely even got to the bottom of the curvature of her breasts, the mimic had to ask herself a very serious question: had she actually grown? It felt ridiculous to even think such a thing; her puberty had come and gone and left her quite well-endowed, so there was no need for it to happen again, plus, never in her life had she heard anything about anyone spontaneously growing larger without some incredibly irresponsible use of magic or other such illicit methods. And yet, the more she looked at the turkey costume, the more she had to admit that it was a lot smaller than it used to be… yeah, that was it. The costume was smaller, probably as a result of her putting it through the wash improperly or something like that, it wasn’t her that had gotten larger! She breathed a sigh of relief after this realization, reassuring herself that this had to be the truth; after all, the alternative was just nonsense! … but what then? She couldn’t just forgo the use of the costume, it was tradition! Her friends were expecting her to answer the door while wearing that thing and looking both incredibly silly and so happy that she could light up a whole room, she couldn’t just disappoint them like that! No, the suit had to be put on, even if it meant straining it to the point where she had to buy a new one. The mimic inhaled, holding her breath and pulling her belly in, one hand crossed over her breasts in an attempt to smush them, the other pulling the zipper up towards them; she could feel the air being squeezed out of her lungs, the metal teeth digging into her skin so deeply that, no matter how hard she tried, she had to let go of the zipper before getting anywhere close to where it needed to go. This repeated for about three or four more times before the mimic gave up entirely, dropping both arms by her side and admitting defeat. All things considered though, the whole “absolute cleavage” look sort of suited her; somehow, the costume had shrunk so much that, as long as she didn’t move too much, the mimic could probably get away with using it like an extremely low-cut dress… though frankly, it’d most certainly make things slightly awkward at the dinner table, plus there was always the chance that the whole thing might slip and end up revealing a bit more than it should. There was only really one solution for that problem, and Kyoob didn’t want to consider it; it was dangerous, it was unnecessary, and most of all, it was just bothersome and prone to failure, so who knew what might happen if it didn’t go perfectly well? But… it had to happen; it was either that or go without the costume, and the latter option just wasn’t one as far as she cared. Sighing, the mimic opened one of her drawers and produced a heavily bookmarked tome whose cover had been worn away with the passage of time and far too many pencil scribbles. With a look of utmost annoyance, Kyoob picked out the one page she was looking for and opened the damned thing right where she wanted to, revealing a very simple, if applicable, dimensional spell. It was complicated magic, but the sort of complicated that only really required getting used to it once; after all, it was the basis for pretty much every commercialized compressor out there, and if millions of people could get away with wearing trinkets that hid their true size for their whole lives, then surely the mimic could afford to keep her tits in check for the duration of a single night. All she had to do was read the instructions, perform the incantation, and then everything underneath the zipper would be magically shrunk down just enough that it could actually be drawn up and the costume could be used, with only a relatively minor chance of the whole thing going awry and backfiring horribly. “Well, here goes nothing…” Kyoob mumbled before clearing her throat, then very slowly read the words required to get the spell to work. They were complex, multisyllabic incantations that twisted the tongue and the very brain, and more often than not led to one’s perception of time and the world around them to distort as much as they were trying to do to themselves, not to mention the fact that they had a tendency to leave the whole room smelling like copper, a smell that refused to go away for days at a time… but it worked. Or, at least, it didn’t do something awful that was immediately visible; as soon as Kyoob touched the zipper, it glowed brightly for a few moments before settling down, which either meant that the spell was now active, or she’d have to try again. Time to experiment. Very carefully, Kyoob grabbed hold of the zipper and began to pull it upwards; if everything had gone according to plan, then the dimensional distortions should allow it to shove everything underneath it into a spatial pocket, effectively serving as a temporary compressor device… and, much to her delight, the mimic found absolutely no resistance in her way! In sharp contrast to her previous attempts at closing up the costume, this last-ditch one went swimmingly, with her even able to close the teeth up over her cleavage without having to push her breasts inwards or anything of the sort; sure, they still bulged out from within, and quite dangerously so given the distortions at play, but at least it actually fit for once, giving her full coverage from the neck all the way down to her hips and then curving around her figure towards the end of her legs. It looked horrendous and if any picture was taken then Kyoob might have to hunt it down and delete it, but it served its intended purpose. Content with herself, she closed the book and put it back where it belonged, then turned around and went out the door, happy that things were going back to the way they were supposed to. She felt a bit tight all over, but once again dismissed it as a necessary side-effect of the spatial magic she had just cast; after all, she wasn’t a terribly adequate practitioner, plus it was supposed to be a stopgap to begin with, so she couldn’t expect the height of comfort. All that was needed were a few hours of her time and then she could get to work buying a new costume for next year; in the meantime, there was a whole dinner to cook, and an actual turkey to check up on, lest it end up carbonized like that one time. The sun had gone down and their friends should be there any minute, probably with cameras at the ready so the group could engage in the time-honored tradition of trying to capture Kyoob at her most embarassing as she attempted to remain dignified while wearing a costume designed to look dumb; in fact, judging by the time, they were probably already going up the stairs, given that the elevator was out of order. Indeed, all the mimic had to do was stop chopping up lettuce for a bit in order to hear what was unmistakably the sound of people complaining about having to climb up to the very last floor while already out of breath; this was good, it meant less teasing until they were all suitably sloshed. With the widest smile stamped on her face, Kyoob put down the knife, washed her hands quickly, then swivelled around to open the door, only to hear something ripping. Instantly, the temperature in the room plummeted as panic immediately set in, the mimic’s mind racing at the possibility that her containment spell had been weaker than she intended. Trying her best not to strain the costume further, she held herself in place mid-step, using her hands to try and identify where the suit had torn open; she’d find the offending location halfway down her thigh, where a significant portion of her soft flesh was now bulging out from a destroyed steam, feeling remarkably more sensitive than normal. With her eyes wide open and her legs already shaking from fear, Kyoob attempted to calm herself by breathing in slowly and heavily, only to almost immediately regret it when she heard the sound of low, metallic groaning and fabric stretching to its limit each time she filled her lungs; whatever had happened, simply filling them up with air was enough to push her chest out so much that her clothes were ready to rip… but she had to breathe, so what now?! Her mind in complete disorder, all the mimic could think to do was rush to her bedroom in order to find something else to put on, but then if she did so, the costume was likely to just be torn to shreds, and the time it took for her to come to this realization was long enough that her friends were already knocking at the door and calling out for her name, only making her sweat harder; if the spell failed and she was forcefully disrobed, they would hear it, and then she would never hear the end of it for months to come, not exactly something she was willing to endure. “Come on, not now!” she begged with her costume, as if that would do anything, “You fit last year, stop complaining!” The more she spoke to her own body, the more it disobeyed, and soon enough more holes were starting to get torn into the fabric, her body ready to explode from within as the containment spell failed catastrophically despite her best attempts at keeping it going; no amount of power diverted to it seemed to be working, and in fact, it only appeared to be actively making it worse, as now there was probably more thighflesh bulging out from the many, many rips in the pants of the costume than there was inside of it. This was soon mirrored above the waist, with her bust ripping through several seams and large pockets of her strawberry-coloured breasts spilling out from the holes, turning what used to be a solid suit into a spider’s web of interconnected strips of cloth that just barely held themselves together. Any motion whatsoever was enough to tear through more of the suit, and there wasn’t a lot of it left… plus, the whole process was loud enough that her friends could hear it, and were already commenting on it loudly enough that Kyoob couldn’t ignore it. “Come on, Kyoob, at least open the door so we can see!” she heard the cat say, “We even brought the cameras and everything!” Panic. Panic, panic and more panic, so much panic that the mimic no longer cared whether or not anyone could hear what was happening or if they could tell what was going on; she turned her body towards the door and bolted out of it, fully intending to run and not stop until she was safely locked inside of her bedroom. As a result, Kyoob barely got five steps into the hallway before the entire costume disintegrated and she was left completely nude, doing so loudly enough that her friends on the other side of the door burst out laughing; it wasn’t malicious, far from it, but it was still a reminder that this was entirely her fault for not trying out the damned suit beforehand. Slamming the door behind her, the mimic took a few seconds to breathe in properly now that she could, what with the only remnants of the turkey costume being thin strips of brown-ish denim hanging from her shoulders or somehow holding onto her legs. She felt heavy, far more so than usual, and her movements were sluggish and almost unresponsive; the mimic couldn’t begin to fathom why, though after stepping in front of the mirror, the reason for it became evident almost immediately: as it turned out, it hadn’t been the costume that shrank. Kyoob was staring at a body that was definitely hers, but couldn’t be. Not only was her chest mostly obscured by a pair of breasts that were noticeably bigger than her own had ever been, but her waist, despite apparently remaining the same as it always had been, looked positively diminutive compared to the shapely rear protruding from behind it, to say nothing of her flared hips and frankly excessive amount of thigh, a perfect heart shape forming in front of her that made the mimic bite her lip subconsciously. She attempted to lift one of her mounds, finding it to be surprisingly heavier than expected, perhaps explained by the low churning she could definitely hear coming from it… and the appearance of something resembling a droplet of pinkish cream on the tip of her nipples. Surely this couldn’t be happening; surely this was all just a dream and she’d wake up, realize it was still early in the day, and then go about things perfectly normally as if nothing happened. But she didn’t wake up. In fact, the longer time went on, the more real her body became, the more it sunk into her head that this was, indeed, happening, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Somehow, she’d grown, and quite substantially at that… enough that she had her doubts that anything in her wardrobe would fit her anymore. “Kyoob?” The voices were coming from outside her house, accompanied by the occasional knocking. That’s right, her friends were still there, waiting for her to open the door. “Kyoob, are you alright? We were just joking, we’re sorry!” Suddenly, things didn’t seem so alluring. Suddenly, the realization that she had nothing to wear that would keep her remotely decent, or even an explanation for why that was a thing in the first place, had dawned on her, and this immediately killed the arousal as dead as it could get. What was she supposed to do now?! “Kyoob, if you don’t wanna hear the costume, it’s fine,” she heard the blue boy say, “just put a shirt on, it’s alright!” Oh, if only they knew. And if only she had a shirt that actually hid her brand new bust. Or a pair of pants that got over her hips. Or anything, really. Why did she have to wait until that day to try out the costume?! “Goddamnit…” she sighed, before clearing her throat and turning towards the door to the hallway. She was about to do something very stupid, and thus raised her voice so that her guests could hear, “Coming!”

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Title: A State Of Denial by Omegastar Tags: Breast, Character Development, Dragon, Dragoness, Ejaculation, Fingering, Incest, M/F, Masturbation, Plot Development, Teasing A State Of Denial --- Disclaimer: This story feautures M/F sex and incest, do not read if you are below the age of 18 --- Lying in bed, Eriss groaned as she was woken up by the sound of her husband entering the bedroom to kiss her goodbye before leaving for work. "Good bye honey" she murmured when he kissed her cheek. As he left the room, she sighed and rolled onto her back, listening with her eyes closed for the sounds she expected to hear. The sound of the front door slamming shut. \*check\* The car starting up and riding away. \*check\* A short time of silence followed, but Eriss listened intently, concentrating on any sounds. Her ears picked up the sound of someone carefully closing a door outside her room. \*check\* A few moments passed when she heard her bedroom door being opened carefully, so as to make as little noise as possible. \*check\* Almost inaudible, her ears managed to pick up the sound of someone silently stepping into the bedroom. \*check\* The sound would've gone past her if she hadn't been listening for it. Eriss didn't react. She had been dreading this. The last couple of days, after she had had sex with her own son, had been very awkward. For her at least; Aron didn't seem too affected by it. Ever since the...'incident', he had been in a great mood, but aside from catching him looking at her a few times, he hadn't been acting any differently. She, on the other hand, hadn't been able to stop thinking about that morning. She knew she had to talk to Aron about it. She had to explain to Aron that incest was wrong, and that they never should've done the things they had done, but she seemed to be unable to bring herself to actually talk to Aron. She was unable to explain why, and her mind had been a mess of conflicting emotions these past days. Thus, day after day had passed without anything being said, and now her husband was off to work again, leaving her and Aron alone in the house. She was aware of Aron closing the door, and, not moving a muscle, she waited tensely for the inevitable attempt by him to draw her attention. But the room stayed silent. Was he hesitating? Maybe, if she pretended to be asleep, he would go back to his bedroom. A voice in her mind angrily asked her why she didn't simply tell him to go away. She pushed the voice away when she heard Aron move; it distracted her from trying to figure out what Aron was doing. Moments later, she felt an added pressure on the mattress next to her. Gulping, her eyes still closed, she rolled onto her side away from him. Maybe that would prevent him from...whatever It was that he was planning to do. She wasn't even sure about his motives. Maybe she was worried over nothing. Maybe he just wanted to sleep next to her, like he used to do before that morning. She felt him crawl up against her back. His arm crept over her side, his paw putting itself on her stomach. She felt his muzzle nuzzling the space between her shoulder blades. She heard him murr as he settled himself against her back. Tensing herself, she waited for the inevitable sexual advance....but nothing happened. Surprised, she opened her eyes. He wasn't going to have se...to try to have sex with her? Something that felt like disappointment washed over her, but she probably mistook it for feelings of relief. Relief that she could go back to sleep, like a normal healthy family. Still, she didn't want any surprises. What if he was waiting for her to relax to make his move? She wondered how she could find out what his intentions were without him noticing. Suddenly she got an idea. If he intended to have sex with her, he would probably have an erection. He was lying against her back, so if he had an erection, she should be able to feel it poking against her ass. But she didn't feel anything against her posterior. Eriss frowned; maybe he was trying to hide his erection. Carefully, she tried to flex her butt-cheeks without Aron noticing it, but she couldn't feel anything unusual. Knowing Aron however, it was not enough to convince her that he didn't have an erection. Biting her lip, she managed to lift her hips up a bit, allowing her to push her butt back against Aron's hips. She thought she felt something. Concentrating on what she could feel down there, Eriss slowly rubbed her ass against his crotch. There was definitely something there. When she continued grinding her ass into Aron's groin, he murred and slightly thrust his hips forward, and she felt his erection clearly poking against her ass, confirming her fears . She had been right! He did have an erection. He was definitely up to no good. Luckily she had caught him before he could act. Now was her chance to stop him. But she couldn't just say something. She had to formulate her words carefully. She had to explain to him why they couldn't have sex. As she searched for words, Aron shifted slightly against her back, and, murring again, he gave another small thrust against her ass. Eriss realized it was probably a good idea stop grinding her ass against his nether regions. She already knew about his erection and she didn't want to give him the wrong idea. Suddenly, the paw on her belly moved to reach under her T-shirt, making contact with her abdomen. Worried that her time to act was running out, she finally spoke up: "Aron, I..." As soon as she spoke up however, the paw on her abdomen started moving again, creeping up towards her bosom. Eriss pressed on: "...I-I think you should stop what you are doing." Aron's paw did not stop. Instead, he started giving little kisses to her back as his paw reached the swell of her breasts. Determined not to encourage him, Eriss fixed her eyes on the opposite wall and didn't move. All she had to do was to tell him to stop, and it would be over. "Aron, I am your mother, not your girlfriend." Aron replied by closing his paw around her right breast, softly squeezing and grasping it. Closing her eyes, her heart rate increasing, Eriss focused on her words. "This is wrong, Aron. We are family. Family members shouldn't have sexual relations." Unexpectedly, Aron pulled his paw away from her breast and started sitting up. Briefly, Eriss thought that he had listened to her, and she curiously watched over her shoulder as he sat down close to her head, but then, to her disbeleif, he reached out across her head with both paws, and before she could react he boldly inserted them into the loose neckline of her t-shirt. Without so much as a pause, he thrust his paws down her shirt to grab both her of breasts in one move. Eriss gasped. Trying to regain focus, she rolled onto her back, accidentally giving Aron easier access to her chest. He enthusiastically groped her breasts, kneading the bare flesh underneath her t-shirt. Breathing in and out, Eriss tried to calm herself. She knew she had to convince her son to stop before this got too far. Already, despite her efforts to ignore the feeling of his paws grasping and stroking her sensitive breasts and nipples, she could feel herself getting wet. When Aron pulled his paws out and moved down again to sit at her abdomen, she managed to take a deep breath and, as Aron slid his left paw below her shirt to continue molesting her breasts, she pressed on: "Aron, I know you love me and I love you too, but the fact is tha-Oh!" While Aron's left paw distracted her by continuously groping her chest, his right paw had reached out and buried itself underneath her wet panties, his fingers quickly finding and stroking over her vulva and clitoris. Taking heavy breaths, she kept her eyes closed and refused to respond to his administrations, no matter how aroused she was becoming. Whatever she did, she couldn't encourage him! With the greatest of difficulty, she managed to continue her lecture "T-the fact is...Ah!" Aron had pinched the rock-hard nipple of her left breast, while the fingers of his other paw relentlessly teased her pussy-lips and clit. "...is that in-incest is illegal, it...it Is w-wrong...and..." She gasped, her eyes flying open as she felt two fingers thrust into her soaking wet pussy. Her voice shook: "A-and m-most importantly, I-I..Ah!...don't want to...ohhh...to...h-have s-sex with you." Finishing her lecture, she finally looked up at Aron. He was watching her with a shit-eating grin on his face as he continued to thrust two fingers in and out of her pussy. Gasping at a particularly deep thrust, she tried to think of a next move, but the pleasure from her pussy was enough to stifle any complex thought, and she was forced to watch helplessly as Aron removed his left arm from her shirt and buried it alongside his right arm underneath her panties. Moment later, she yelped in surprised pleasure as two new fingers started rapidly rubbing her clit, while a third finger added itself to the two thrusting in and out of her pussy. Closing her eyes and thrusting her head back, her voice shook as she gripped the bedding with her claws. "Oh god! Oh yes!" Moaning loudly, she squirmed on the bed as Aron continued his assault on her pussy, the rapidly approaching orgasm wiping out any last thoughts of denial she had had. "OH ARON! YES! FUCK! OH GOD!" Her vagina clenched and doused Aron's fingers and paw with orgasmic fluid as she came hard, a wave of intense pleasure washing over her. It took a while before she came down from her high. Eventually, sweating and panting heavily, she opened her eyes. Aron was still sitting next to her, watching her with huge grin on his face. When he saw her looking at him, he lifted his right paw, showing her his fingers and half of his paw coated with her juices. Looking gleeful, he brought his fingers to his mouth and, one by one, sucked the juices off them, all the while watching her intently for any reactions. Turning her head away, she closed her eyes and groaned as the realization of what had just happened slowly sank in. As her body recovered from the intense orgasm, the morning's events played through her mind like a movie that she could not stop watching. She had let her son come into her bedroom. She had let him lie down next to her. She had let him molest her breasts. And then she had let him masturbate her until he brought her to a shattering orgasm. And all the while, she had just laid back and let it happen. She could've stopped him at any time. She could've shoved him away. She could easily have thrown him out of her room. Yet she hadn't. Part of her had for some reason resisted even thinking about it. Instead, she passively let Aron do whatever he wanted with her while she made an admittedly ridiculous attempt to convince Aron to stop. Try as she might, she was unable to explain to herself why she had not simply stopped Aron. Unable to explain...or unwilling to explain. There was one explanation that she had been unwilling to even consider. Eriss shuddered at the thought, but maybe, and she hated herself for thinking that, maybe part of her had actually wanted to have sex with Aron. That explanation was so...taboo...that she did not want to think about it. Unfortunately, she was unable to come up with a better explanation Eriss sighed. How did she get into this mess. Her thoughts were broken when she felt Aron move. Opening her eyes, she watched as he swung a leg over her abdomen, straddling her. Apparently realizing that she was not going to help him get off, he had decided take measures into his own hands. Grabbing his erect member with his left paw, he started masturbating himself as he reached out to softly grope her breasts with his right paw. She couldn't help but smile a bit at his obsession with her breasts. Seemingly unaware that she was watching him, he seemed to have become completely engrossed with her heaving bust. But as she watched him pleasure himself over her breasts, part of her forced herself to finally acknowledge the existence of several embarrassing emotions coursing through her. She felt flattered that her son was so attracted to her. She felt aroused by the taboo of her son pleasuring himself while groping and staring at her boobs. And she realized that allowing her son to grope her breasts and masturbate himself over her made her feel extremely excited. And, perhaps caused by her arousal and excitement, she felt a desire to let him use her sexually, to allow him to pleasure himself over her, to reciprocate the orgasm that he had given her. In fact, she felt a desire to do more then just lie back, to actually return the favor. She shivered at the extreme feelings of taboo that coursed through her, but after several agonizing moments internal debate, she decided that it was time she stopped lying to herself. Aron was so engrossed with her breasts that he let out a surprised squeak when she suddenly took hold of his hips with her right paw, pulling him a bit closer so his cock was now hovering over her breasts. He looked up at her and she grinned back semi-embarrassed as she pushed the paw around his cock away, replacing it with her own. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers tightly around his erection. Grinning at his reaction, she started firmly stroking his cock, her right paw caressing his butt and balls. It was Aron's turn to moan as he tried to steady himself by sinking his paws into her large breasts. Watching Aron close his eyes in pleasure, she enjoyed the feeling of power it gave her, as he seemed to be completely paralyzed and immobilised by her paw grasping and stroking his cock. She could tell he was very pent-up and wouldn't last long, already feeling his dick throbbing in her grasp, his paws clenching her breasts rhythmically. Licking her lips, she couldn't resist teasing him further: "Go on Aron" she cooed; "Cum on your mothers breasts. Shoot a big fat load all over my tits". It was all that was needed to bring Aron over the edge. He tensed up and she felt his balls drawing up. Aiming him downwards, She firmly jerked his cock, drawing out a spray of cum in a straight line over her right breast (Aron having pulled his paws away just in time). "That's it baby..." She cooed as she kept stroking him, drawing out spurt after spurt of cum, covering both of her large breasts with several large streamers of white cum. As his spurts subsided, she was amazed to see how much he had come, her tits now glistening with his ejaculate. His eyes closed, Aron was panting heavily. Letting out a pleasured moan, he let himself fall back onto her abdomen, causing her to grunt. As Aron recovered from his orgasm, she scooped up some of the cum on her breasts with a finger, and without thinking, stuck it in her mouth and licked the cum off. "How's the taste?". Startled, she looked up to see Aron watching her, the grin back on his face. Blushing, she was at a loss on what to say. Shifting forward, he leaned over her, and, using his left paw as support, dragged a finger over her breasts, smearing out his own cum. Looking down at his finger, he spoke up: "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you earlier. I was so busy making you cum that I kind didn't catch what you said. And boy, did you cum. I wonder if the neighbours heard that scream of yours? I think I heard you say something about you not wanting to have sex with me." He snickered before continuing: "But then you grabbed me and gave me an awesome handjob. I don't think ive ever cummed that hard. And the way you got me to cover your breasts with my cum, that's so hot. So what you said before that was kinda confusing." He looked up at her, grinning innocently. Eriss felt her face flush deep red. Part of her wanted to slap him for laying bare her conflicting emotions in such a brutally honest fashion. But it made her realize with a start, that she no longer felt any resistance in her mind against her recent...activities with Aron. Rather, that resistance had become a state of denial of her feelings about her activities with Aron. A state of denial that had now been broken by this morning's actions and Aron's words. Groaning, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back into her pillow, wondering what on earth she was going to say to him. She felt emotionally exhausted. Aron's fingers circled her right nipple. Sighing again, she opened her eyes to look at him: "Aron....please Understand...that all this is very hard for me to accept... I...I Need time to sort out my feelings on this matter." Looking down at his fingers tracing over her breasts, Aron gave a soft chuckle at hearing her words. She watched as he used two fingers to scoop up a large wad of cum before lifting them towards her muzzle. She looked at his eyes. He was looking straight back into hers. Surely he wasn't expecting her to... A couple of long seconds passed before he, still looking intently at her, started moving his fingers towards her muzzle. Watching the cum-covered fingers inching closer to her muzzle, she waited a few more moments, but, with a terribly excited part of her blocking her from thinking of any other response, she opened her muzzle and stuck out her tongue. Grinning, Aron shoved his cum-covered fingers into her muzzle, watching triumphantically as Eriss closed her lips over his fingers, sucking the cum off and using her tongue to clean every part of his fingers, all the while never breaking eye-contact with him. Retracting his fingers, Aron inspected them. They were covered in saliva; any trace of cum was gone. Looking back at her, he said: "It looks to me like you have already accepted your feelings towards me". She didn't get an opportunity to respond when he leaned his head down all the way to close his lips over hers, kissing her deeply. Her own son, kissing her like no son should ever kiss his mother. Murring, she kissed him back. Obviously inexperienced with kissing, he rather clumsily tried to shove his tongue into her muzzle. Barely surpressing a grin, she broke the kiss for a moment to take hold of him, rolling them onto their sides before eagerly pressing her muzzle back against his. He obviously didn't know how to properly kiss a woman. She was more then happy to teach him.

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Title: Hot Wives Investment Club Ch. 03 Tags: hot wife, big cock, police drama, crime drama, mystery, orgy, party, adultery *The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Black Badge series, A Case of Revenge series, Trilogy Series, Dark Side Of The Force series, Caught In The Act series, Case of the Murdered Bride series, The Credit Card Caper series. The Hot Wives Investment Club, Ch. 1-3. Feedback and* constructive *criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.* **Part 8 - Whiteboards** The meeting that the Chief wanted himself and myself to 'mosey' to was at 2:00pm on Oct. 31st. It was a meeting convened in Classroom 'E' behind the MCD room, and was meant to be something of an experiment for us, but 'normal' for most Police Departments: we were going to start the 'whiteboards' on the case. At the Chief's request, the meeting was led by Lt. Cindy Ross. Present were Martin Nash, Diana Torres, Theo Washington, Teddy Parker, Lorena Rose, Claire Michaels, Myron Milton, "Goth Girl Mary" Mahoney, J.R. Barnes from the Crime Lab, and Chief Griswold. Also attending were Detective Julie Newton and Lt. Teresa Croyle from Vice, and Sergeant Damien Thompson. In Classrooms 'E' and 'C', which was Vice's meeting room, there are whiteboards on the side walls. They open like double doors, and can be closed and locked when Detectives are not using them. They are also detachable from the walls, and we have been known to do just that and carry them to the Courthouse and A.D.A.s offices to present our case why a Grand Jury should hear our case. On these whiteboards, we'd be putting pictures and information about the suspects and various other things about this case. I deliberately arrived a couple of minutes late, per the Chief's instructions, then took a chair to the back corner and sat down, telling the Detectives to not mind my presence, to pretend that I was not there at all. I was trying hard to let Cindy lead the Detectives and for them to follow without me, though of course I had no intentions of disassociating from working the case. I wouldn't let them fail just to have them do a case without me. "Okay, what did we get done this morning?" Cindy asked, as I perused officer reports of the Investment Club members' statements the night before. "Teddy? Theo?" "We canvassed the neighborhood around the Donolan's home." said Theo Washington. "Neighbors said the Donolans seemed like a happy couple, but a couple of them said that yesterday morning Mr. Donolan left his home in an angry mood, squealing his tires as he drove off in his car. Another neighbor, in the house behind the Donolan's, said that she heard yelling, as if the Donolan's were having a fight. We did get formal statements from them." "Good." Cindy said. "J.R.?" J.R. Barnes, the young but promising Crime Lab liaison to the Detectives, said "The D.M.E. (Deputy Medical Examiner) says that death was from the stab wound to the throat, but she said it was not very deep, barely getting the job done. In fact, the carotid artery was not severed but nicked, and the bleed-out was slower than a full severing of the artery, which is why Mrs. Donolan lived long enough to get to the door of the bathroom. The D.M.E. thinks the killer was not particularly strong, and also the killer was either taller than Trish, or else was standing on the toilet seat when making the fatal cut." "No murder weapon, though?" Cindy asked. "Not yet." said J.R. "The Crime Lab went through all of the trash and through every room in the building, just to be sure. No blood anywhere else, no weapon at all. The Country Club's kitchen staff have fully accounted for their knives. None missing. "Sergeant Thompson?" Cindy said. Sergeant Thompson said "Ma'am, we collected all of Mrs. Donolan's correspondence at her home and Sr. Patrolman Rudistan and I are going through it all right now. Commander Troy has the DVDs, and will be looking at those with Master Technician Milton, who also has the videotapes of the Country Club that evening. Right now, we have nothing that stands out relative to the murder." "Nash?" Cindy said. "We didn't get anything from Trish's co-workers at Lightsource." said Nash. "But the one thing Torres and I noticed was that all of her co-workers liked her. No one thought she was mean or a bad person, which is a contrast to what we heard from her fellow Investment Club members and other women who know her socially. Her co-workers don't know her except through work, though." "Interesting... Myron, Mary?" asked Cindy. "The Donolan's finances are in absolutely perfect shape." said 'Goth Girl' Mary, dressed in leather, probably to tweak the Chief. "The only strangeness is that their finances are completely separate, and I mean *completely*. They own absolutely nothing jointly, that we know of, anyway. The house is in her name and it's paid for; no mortgages or liens. The cars are in BigPharmaCorp's name, leased at one dollar per year by the Donolans, and have some light armor and radios, justifying the cars as security needs." Mary continued: "All of Trish's earned money went into her own back account. Her credit cards are in her name only, and mostly were used at Nordstrom's and other places, shopping places. For his part, Mr. Donolan mostly uses company credit cards to buy his suits, his meals, anything he can expense to the company. He does have one personal credit card, it's not used very much, and mostly for stuff at home that he can't find a way to expense. Neither of them have debt, and both are in good standing with the IRS." Myron took up the story: "Looking into their past, Trish Donolan's family had money, which she inherited. Several tens of millions of dollars, some of it in trusts, some of it used to buy the house outright. It was her money and social influence that got Mr. Donolan started on his career to the CEO chair." "So nothing there that suggests a motive?" the Chief asked suggestively. "No sir." Myron said. "Not that we've found to this point. We haven't seen a will yet, so we don't know what he gets of her estate, but we did not find a life insurance policy on her when we searched the house, and they don't have any safety deposit boxes with any of the banks in Town. Now there were two life insurance policies on *him*, one of them by the company, a very typical thing; and the other was a variable whole-life policy." "Julie, explain the importance of that." I said. "Yes sir." Julie said. "Rich people like the Donolans don't invest for retirement through limited products like IRAs. Instead, they take out a whole-life insurance policy, and contribute far more than the base amount. The overage is invested in the markets, and the policy can grow to millions. Then when they retire or when they need the money, they can borrow against the life insurance policy, never paying it back. By borrowing, the money is tax-free, as well." "Thank you, Detective Newton." said Cindy Ross. "While you're at it, what have you found from the Investment Club's records?" Julie said: "First of all, the amount of their worth is, and to the penny: $2,404,684.36, and 80% of it is invested in high quality dividend stocks such as Microsoft, Proctor & Gamble, Kellogg, etc. They occasionally write covered calls, which is an income producing option strategy, as well. But for the most part they're conservative, and tight with their cash." "What about who's next to join the club." Cindy asked. "Ah, there we ran into an issue." said Julie. "Jeanine Burke of the Women's Law Firm of Dewey, Cheatham & Howe has invoked lawyer-client privilege. She refused to respond to the subpoena and provide us with the information. Myrtle L. James said that she was willing to tell Mrs. Burke that it would be okay to release the information, but Mrs. Burke gave Mrs. James reasons why that should not happen, so they're both keeping silent now. The judge said Mrs. Burke is fully entitled to claim the privilege and not waive it, so we're stuck there." "Commander," Cindy Ross said to me, a bit of a gleam in her eye, "are you going to work your niece-in-law over and get that for us?" "*Nicht mich.*" I replied. "In the arena of the Law, Mrs. Burke can run rings around me. She knows what she is doing, and I suspect her reasons for invoking lawyer-client privilege are very good. So I'm not going to have any part of messing with that." "That's a wise man talking, there." said the Chief. "Anything else, anyone?" "Just a couple more things, sir." said Mary. "We've been checking out every member of the 'Hot Wives' Investment Club." I knew she said that on purpose to tweak the Chief, but he pretended not to take notice. "There are sixteen members, but only two of them have any financial issues that we could find. One is Catherine Clausen, Trish's best friend. She has some serious debt issues, and she and her husband are estranged." "Miss Mahoney," said the Chief, "what data is backing that up?" "Me, sir." I said. "As 'Crowbar 2' so astutely pointed out, Mrs. Burke is my niece-in-law, and hers is primarily a divorce law firm. No further comment will be given." Everyone broke out laughing. "Go ahead, Mary." I said as the laughter died down. "The other is a woman named Susan Wexler. She's from the City." Mary said. At that, Teresa and I exchanged glances. "She's been a member since the founding of the Club, but she has some debt issues, as well. She's never been married, though." "What's her occupation in the City?" Teresa asked pointedly. "I don't know, ma'am." Mary said. "I can't find anything on her, except her personal bank account and credit cards." At that, Teresa gave me another look, and Cindy caught it. "Share it, 'Crowbar 1'." Cindy said. "She's a City Police Officer, a Captain in their Police Force." I said. "And she has a history of undercover work; hence, you'll likely not find much on her. And for that matter, don't try anymore. I'll have to handle that one myself." "Absolutely, Crowbar." said the Chief. "People, let me reinforce how important it is to keep quiet and not get caught up when an undercover police officer is involved. I don't want anyone outed and murdered because somebody talked too much. Is that clear, everyone?" "Yes sir!" came a loud chorus. "Okay, if nothing else--" said the Chief "Sir," said Myron Milton, "I do need to report one thing about the videotapes of the Club. The equipment is pretty old. The timestamps are not in good shape, sequence-wise, but I can't tell if it's just bad equipment or manipulation." "Meaning the videotape footage is not really worth anything." said the Chief. "Okay, Ross, let's talk suspects." "Yes sir." Cindy said. "We're going to start putting suspects on the whiteboard. Obviously, the first is her husband, Donovan Donolan." Cindy put up a picture of Donolan, his formal portrait issued by BigPharmaCorp. "So what are possible motives?" "He had a fight with his wife that morning." said Torres. "Their swinger issues, might be something there." said Lorena Rose. "I'm thinking that there might be something left over from the Diane Lang murder... the Donolans knew the Langs pretty well." "Good points, Miss Rose." I said. Lorena was pleased at the compliment. "Anything else?" Cindy said. "Money?" No one was really buying that, and I couldn't blame them. "Okay, who is next?" said Ross. Julie Newton said "Whoever is next on the list to join the club. Of course, we don't know who that is." "True." I said, forced to break silence. "But let me point this out: no one, not even the Members nor the people on the wait list, know the names on the list, nor would they know the exact order of the names on the list. I verified that much with Mrs. Burke and Mrs. Myrtle L. James myself. What that means, folks, is that the person on top of the list is known only to the lawyers at the Women's Law Firm, and their own names are not on that list at all; a consequence of them getting the firm's legal business. *So the next woman on the list doesn't even know she's next*; ergo, no reason to go on a killing spree." "Ah, so you did work your niece-in-law over, Crowbar 1." Cindy said, teasing me. I gave Cindy a cutting glance with my eyes. Retaliation would be soon coming, swift and devastating. "I'd have to say every woman that was at the Club meeting that night is a suspect." said Martin Nash. "Especially Cat Clausen, who discovered the body, and was Trish's friend. For that matter, I guess the Country Club staff should be considered, as well." Cindy wrote it down, making a special notation for Cat Clausen, complete with her picture. "Whatever you do, Ross, do *not* put Myrtle L. James's picture on that whiteboard." I said. "I don't want my wife getting fired by a pissed off University Trustee." Everyone laughed. "Taking you seriously, Commander," replied Cindy, "if memory serves me correctly, she was in sight of multiple persons the entire time, including the break time. She's not a suspect. Anyone else?" "Although it's thin," said Teddy Parker, "there was another murder involving Lightsource Industries, where Mrs. Donolan worked. We have to consider something or someone from there as a tie-in." I complimented Teddy for his thought process as Cindy wrote it down. "Sean Bailey." said Teresa, to my great happiness. "His wife Margo died a year and half ago, and he blamed the Donolans. Although I checked his alibi and it checked out, he could've hired someone." "I'll start looking into his finances." said Myron. Cindy wrote his name down on the whiteboard. "Anyone else?" Cindy asked. No one spoke. "Okay, everyone." the Chief said. "The Commander told me he was going to keep quiet to this point, as he wants you Detectives to think without him. That is not an insult, of course, and it won't be an insult or a put-down if he starts teaching you guys some good stuff right now. Crowbar?" "Thank you, Chief." I said as I stood up and went to stand in front of the whiteboard. "You all did a fabulous job, and I was thinking about taking a nap in the corner there. There are a couple of points I want to bring out, though." "First," I said, "I need to add a suspect or two, here. Trish Donolan has long been associated with black drug pushers, usually having sex with them but not known to be a drug user herself. But she might have learned something she shouldn't have. In addition, I haven't had a chance to look over the DVDs we got at the Donolans' home, and beyond that are those evidence photographs that Donovan Donolan somehow had in his possession. There may be something there, and something in these swing clubs that some of you have astutely mentioned." "We're putting the DVD evidence onto the servers for you to look at, Commander." said Myron helpfully. "Good. Thank you." I said as I put a piece of paper on the whiteboard. Printed upon it was a computer graphic makeup of the floor plan of River Valley Country Club, the parts around the meeting room. "Guys, let's look at this chart and try to understand what happened." I said, in the form of a professorial lecture. "There were sixteen Investment Club members and six River Valley employees in the building at the time. No one else that we know of. None of the employees were in the kitchenette area or those bathrooms during the time of the Investment Club's break. There is a door to the kitchenette that is a service entrance, but it was locked. Also, the hall's surveillance camera covers it, for what little that's worth." I then said "One employee was seen going in taking the desserts, and that employee came back out well before 8:30pm. The only other way into that kitchenette is through the meeting room, and none of the sixteen members noticed anyone except the employee who put the desserts on the side table then left through the main back doors, again well before 8:30. Those employees are fully accounted for." I went on: "So here is what was accomplished: during a very short fifteen minute interval, someone had to get into that bathroom with Trish Donolan, someone she knew as she never screamed out. The killer had to not be noticed by others, and then had to kill Trish, partially clean up, get rid of or hide the murder weapon, then get out without being observed or arousing anyone's suspicions. To do this, the killer was either extraordinarily lucky not to have had blood spattered on him or her, as no one was reported as being seen with blood on their clothing, save Myrtle L. James's sleeve when she felt for a pulse. And as Lt. Ross has said, Mrs. James had eyes on her literally the entire break time, not to mention her age and lack of physical strength to commit this sort of crime." I continued: "I again commend your attention to the missing murder weapon. The Country Club kitchen is on that side of the building, but at the end of the hallway, and the cameras showed no one going down that hallway, assuming we can trust the cameras. So I rule out kitchen knives, and J.R. has confirmed that, as well. There were no knives on the dessert table in the meeting room, and no knives in the kitchenette area, either. The murderer either had a damn good hiding place for that weapon, or else somehow whisked it out of the building undetected." "For *all* of that to have happened, a lot of skill as well as some luck had to go into this murder." I said. "Either it was so spur-of-the-moment that the killer got lucky, or it was exceptionally and extensively planned and orchestrated well before the night of the murder, and it was carried out with practiced precision." The Detectives were all silent, the enormity of the issues involved just beginning to hit them. The Chief broke the silence, saying "So, Crowbar, have *you* figured it out yet?" "Oh, of course, sir." I said, grinning. "I've known all along." "*What?!*" cried out Cindy Ross, still standing next to the left side of the whiteboard, losing her restraint. "You sat there and let us go through this and you knew all along?" "Hell no! I don't have a clue, either!... but you thought I did, didn't you?" I said teasingly to Cindy. I did say to myself that retaliation for her earlier teasing would be devastating. "Why you!" she said, picking up the blue crowbar from where she'd leaned it against the wall under the sideboard, and swinging it at me. I covered my head with my hands, not knowing if she were pretending or for real. All the other people in the room were laughing uncontrollably, even the Chief was gasping with merriment, his mustaches twitching mightily. Cindy didn't really hit me, but her face was red. And then it hit me... no, not the blue crowbar, but an idea that came out of the blue. I went into a reverie. Everyone noticed as the laughter died down. "Don? what is it?" the Chief asked. I looked up. "I did just think of something." I said. "J.R., call Christina Cho and have her and a small Crime Lab team meet us at River Valley Country Club. Ross, Croyle, Nash, Torres and Thompson, all of you meet me at the Club. Ross, ride in my car with me. Everyone else, keep gathering that data." I scooted out, and everyone scrambled, not worrying about an explanation that they weren't going to get yet. **Part 9 - The Magic Evidence Recovery Trick** "I'm sorry about embarrassing you like that, Cindy." I said as we sped down the roads to the Country Club, not really sorry at all. "I meant it as a joke." "Jerk." Cindy said, slapping me on the forearm with the back of her hand, still angry. Then she sighed and said, "Naah, I had that one coming, and you got me really good." Teresa was sitting in the backseat, trying not to laugh out loud as Cindy asked "So what are we doing now?" "It just struck me where the murder weapon might be hidden." I said. We all arrived at the Country Club. I told the team to wait in the lobby as I went to the manager's office to let him know we were checking on some things in the crime scene. The man's name was Trey Lundquist, and he was a very large (meaning fat) man with a bald head. "By the way," I said, "do you have a master key to all the closet doors behind the meeting room?" "Yeah, there's a master key in the box here." Lundquist said. As he went to the keybox, I looked around the room, noticing with disdain a fake palm tree in a flowerpot in the back corner of the room. I also noted a couple of plaques on the wall behind the manager's desk and a nice fountain pen set on the desk with a small plaque and inscription at their base. The manager unlocked and opened the keybox that was mounted on the wall. "Holy smokes!" he gasped as the door opened. "What?" I asked. "The... the master key." the man said. "It's not in here!" I called out the door for Christina Cho to come in, then asked the manager "When was the last time you saw it?" "Last night." Lundquist said. "One of your officers borrowed it, then returned it to me when you all left." "Hmm." I said. "Who else has access to this lockbox?" "Nobody." said Lundquist. "I have the only key on a chain. The Fire Chief has a key to the lockbox at Fire Department Headquarters. Here's my master key to the building's doors off my chain, just please give it back when you're done." "I will. Christina," I said as the Asian woman walked into the room, "take fingerprints of the lockbox. You'll have to take the manager's prints, as I expect his will be all over the place. See if any others come up." "Yes sir." Christina said. She got out a small rectangular box with a clear glass top. She then took a glass plate and cleaned it thoroughly, then asked Lundquist to press his fingers on the glass lightly, then remove them. After he did, she blew some dust onto the plate, then put it on the box and turned on the light inside the box. The man's prints glowed in an eerie green-blue light. "Well I'll be damned." said the manager as Christina photographed the prints, then cleaned off the glass and had the manager give his other hand's prints. "I've never seen anything like that." "Ain't technology wonderful?" I asked. "Okay, Christina, I'll leave you to this." I went into the hall, and led my team into the meeting room. "Okay guys," I said. "Let's look at this. The back doors to the meeting rooms lead down corridors to a hallway that leads to the covered parking lot." We went through the passage on the right, coming out into that hallway, seeing the door that exited to the outside. "Okay, so what's behind the bathrooms?" I asked. "Hmmm, electrical closet in the middle, behind the left restroom, and a janitor closet behind the murder scene bathroom. J.R., did the Crime Lab search in these rooms?" "Yes sir." J.R. said as I opened the door to the electrical room. "I know we opened the doors and looked in, anyway." The electrical room also had the telephone wires, a fusebox, and connections to the generator that was outside. "Nothing on the floor but some dust, which is not disturbed." I said. I looked up and saw that there was no false ceiling; this room was sealed against tornadoes, theoretically. "Okay, now the janitor closet." I said, opening that door. The room was deeper than the electrical closet, and filled with cleaning supplied and two big mops and buckets against the back wall and a three foot aluminum ladder against the right wall. Dust and particles littered the floor in the back half of the room. "See that dust and material, J.R.?" I asked. "I think it's from the ceiling tile above. Sample it." One of J.R.'s technicians did so. "Okay, here's a ladder, and I'm a tall guy, so I'm going to look and see what's up there." I said. I put on blue latex crime lab gloves. "But sir..." said J.R. as I set up the ladder. "I know, you looked last night." I said. "But bear with me." I got up onto the ladder, pushed back the ceiling tile, which created more dust and particulates in the air, then shined my flashlight into the dark space above. "Oh, what do we have here?" I asked. The red crowbar came into action, as I used it to drag the object to the gap in the ceiling where I could grab it. A plastic trash bag emerged, which I handed down to J.R. It was tightly wrapped around something, and was about a foot long and three inches wide and three inches deep. "Sir... I swear to God, that was *not* there last night!" exclaimed J.R., whose face was red with embarrassment. "And I believe you." I said. "I'll explain in a minute, but what's inside the bag?" J.R. unwrapped and opened the bag. Compressed tightly inside was a Tyvex suit with blood splattered all over it; blue cloth overshoes that were worn to protect one's shoes the way the Tyvex suit protected clothes, also spattered in blood; blue latex gloves like the ones I was wearing now; and... joy of joys... a large sendoku knife, heavy and extremely sharp, coated in blood. "Yes! Murder weapon!" I exclaimed happily. "J.R., do I even *need* to tell you to get this processed pronto, and keep a good chain of custody?' "No sir." said J.R. "Christina, check for prints before we touch anything further." As Christina went to work, I put the ladder back where it was after putting the ceiling tile back in place. Then I went into the hallway and started lecturing my stunned audience. "Okay, guys," I said, "here is what I think happened. The murderer copied a master key some time before last night, used it to come into this room and set back the ceiling tile to leave a hole, then set the mop up at an angle to the bucket. We know that the murderer wiped down the top of the commode in the bathroom, and that was because he or she stood on it, passed the bag containing these extremely incriminating items over the tiles and through that hole. The bag dropped down, hit the mop, landed in the bucket with the mop on top of it, 'Rube Goldberg'-style." I noted that J.R. Barnes was looking confused and skeptical as Cindy asked "So how did the bag get back up there?" "I think that last night the killer returned after everyone had left, coming in through this door to the covered parking lot." I said. "The killer got into the storeroom, put the bag back up in the space above the hanging ceiling, then closed the tile. We'd looked there already; what's the chance we'd look there again?" "100%, with the Iron Crowbar on the case." Cindy said. "But why didn't the burglar alarm go off?" "I'm betting it wasn't set, what with all the police activity into the morning hours." I said. "Or else the criminal knew the code to deactivate it. Either is a real possibility. Nash, go see if we can get any video of the hallways or the covered parking lot from the hours after the police left the crime scene." But our luck ended: "Sorry, Commander," said the manager as I returned his key to him. "Your police took the tapes, and we didn't install new ones and re-activate the system until late this morning. And no, we didn't set the burglar alarm; your officers stayed on duty in the parking lot, and we left the doors open for them to get in and out if they needed to." "Tell me this." I asked. "Do you remember how many of the Investment Club members left their cars overnight?" "About half of them." said the manager. "I didn't count, but some of them came back and got them this morning, after your police searched the cars." "J.R.," I said, "anything else you need from the crime scene? Otherwise I'm going to release it and let them clean it up." "Sir, after what you just did, I'm not sure of anything, anymore." said J.R., still in a state of shock over the turn of events. I couldn't help but chuckle at that as I told the manager the crime scene was released. "Sir, may I ask one question before you go?" asked Christina Cho. I nodded and she said "Why do you believe the missing key was duplicated... and if it was, why steal it now?" "Yes, that's a good question." I said. "The reason I think it was a duplicate key is because the original was there last night: the Crime Lab was using it, then turned it back in. As to why it was stolen last night, that's a damned good question, and I'm not sure of the answer yet." \---------------------------------- "Damn, Crowbar," muttered Chief Griswold as he, Cindy Ross, Paulina Patterson, and myself sat in the Chief's small conference room at 5:00pm. "That is just frickin' unbelievable. How in the hell did you figure it out?" Paulina was giving me a look that suggested she wanted to fuck my brains out right there on the table, in front of everyone. I made a mental note to take advantage of that when we were alone in her office, or mine. "There was this blue crowbar swinging at me, and my life flashed before my eyes, and it just came to me." I said, not really kidding as much as I sounded. "Let me swing it at you a few more times, and see what else you can solve." Cindy said, her voice deadpan flat. I had to work hard not to break out laughing. "Seriously," I said, "it did just come to me. I'd been looking at those ceiling tiles since I got to the crime scene. The evidence hadn't been found. I was going to call for sonar equipment to look between the walls, but when I saw the janitor closet and the dust on the floor, I knew." "So does finding this evidence help you decide who the killer is?" the Chief asked. "Not yet, sir." I said. "Myron and Mary are burning up bandwidth looking for anyone who purchased that knife, but good luck on that. And we might be waiting days for DNA to come out, and it'll be huge luck if anyone but Trish's DNA comes up." "Okay guys," the Chief said, "it's Hallowe'en and I know you guys have parties to go to. Get out of here. See you Monday." \---------------------------------- As I exited the Chief's office, Myron Milton intercepted me in the hallway and asked me to come downstairs. I headed down to the 'dungeons' right behind him. When we got there, Goth Girl Mary was working in the common area in front of all the cubicles. I sat down next to Myron and his computer as he handed me a box with several jump drives in it. "That's all the DVDs transferred to jump drive, for your personal collection." said Myron. "And you have your own set?" I asked. "You bet we do, sir." Mary said. "It's been heaven the last couple of nights. Those scenes really get Myron worked up, and he takes it out on me with that big tool of his." Myron was a geeky nerd, but he was blessed with an eleven inch cock that put John Holmes to shame, and Goth Girl Mary enjoyed first claim to Myron's Weapon of Lust. "I'll be sure my wife is around when I look at them." I said. "So, anything of interest on them?" "Most of the people on them, we already investigated during the Diane Lang murder case." said Myron. "And so far, there's not much else there. These are people with open marriages and in swap groups, I doubt they'd kill Trish over that knowledge." "No, they wouldn't." I said. "And they would respond to blackmail by using the Duke of Wellington's response to a blackmail attempt: 'Publish, and be damned!'." I then said "Just one question: do any of these tapes show Trish Donolan having sex with any blacks?" "No sir, not that I remember seeing." said Mary. "All white guys. Some group parties in there, but no blacks. Is that important?" "Just a bit." I said. "I'm beginning to wonder if, for all those years, Donovan Donolan never knew his wife was banging black men." "It's a real possibility, sir." said Myron. "We also checked further into Sean Bailey's finances and situation. Nothing in particular, but someone kept trying to put liens on his house and have his car repossessed. He hired P.I.s to investigate, and found out Donovan Donolan was behind it. The harassment stopped after he hired a lawyer to sue Donolan." "He's also taken a number of trips out of State." said Mary Mahoney. "Usually overnight, sometimes two nights. All kinds of cities: Atlanta, Houston, Los Angeles, Orlando, Nashville, Buffalo." "He was interviewing for jobs in those cities." I surmised. "Okay, let me give you guys an avenue to go down..." **Part 10 - Hallowe'en Parties** The first Hallowe'en party that Laura and I attended was at University President Wellman's home. Laura and I dressed as Hyppolita and Hercules, Laura looking like a Grecian goddess in her nearly see-thru negligee, and I like a man in a toga and gold leaf 'crown' that very much wanted to fuck his wife right there in front of everyone. We all were wearing masks of some kind, as well, but it was fairly easy to tell who was there. Sally Wellman was dressed as Jezebel and her husband, University President Sidney Wellman, was dressed as Samson, and many were surprised (the ladies pleasantly so) at Dr. Wellman's still considerable physique despite his advanced age. Tanya Perlman and Barry Oliver were there. She was dressed like a 1980s Madonna-wannabee, and he was dressed as a punk kid from that era. It did not surprise me that a number of people employed by the University and their spouses dressed up in some variation of the 1960s... they were either still living those times, or desperately wished they had lived in that era. And then, somewhat to my surprise, there was my nephew Todd and his wife Jeanine. Todd was dressed as Julius Caesar, wearing a red robe and a skimpy toga and very short pants that showed off his muscular body and all but revealed his massive cock and balls. He got a lot of looks from the women. Jeanine got looks from the men, as under her red robe was a toga as flimsy as my wife's very revealing outfit, and almost as scandalous as Todd's (lack of) clothing. Tom and Janet Riordan were there, dressed in clothes from the Roaring Twenties, with Janet looking like a cabaret singer, her legs looking hot in the fishnet stockings she was wearing. I did not see Henry R. Wargrave, then later overheard Dr. Wellman tell someone that the billionaire was in Washington, D.C. \------------------------ "I'm hearing you invoked privilege on the subpoena for the Hot Wives Investment Club's information." I said to Jeanine. We had snuck off into Dr. Wellman's private study, where I had a very pleasant memory of what I had done to Vicki Oldeeds on that very desk. I would not have minded fucking Jeanine right there on that desk, and perhaps she read my mind, as she sat herself on the edge of the desk. "I'm not trying to force you to reveal anything, but if there's anything you can tell me privately that'll help me catch a murderer, I'd be grateful if you could help me out." I continued, standing between Jeanine's legs as she spread and raised them, her high heels on the edge of the desk next to her now-exposed pussy. "I've been wanting to talk to you about that privately," said Jeanine, as she reached under the hem of my toga and slid my cock out of the flimsy pants holding my male equipment, "and tell you privately why I invoked the privilege, even though Myrtle James said I could turn over the information. Fortunately, I'm the only one that knows this. It's the names on the wait list to join their club." "Okay." I said, waiting for Jeanine to go on... both verbally and physically. She pulled me by my cock up to her, easing my throbbing cockhead into her labes. I pushed forward, sheathing my throbbing, iron hard 'crowbar' balls-deep inside my niece-in-law's steaming hot, sopping wet twat. "The first person on the list is Diane Lang." said Jeanine, her voice getting ragged as I began fucking her slowly. "Obviously, she won't be joining this or any other earthly clubs. It's the next name that I'm protecting... the next woman up for membership is your wife, Dr. Laura Fredricson." "Ahhhh, I see." I said, keeping up our fuck rhythm, sliding my arms under her knees so that she could take her feet off the desk, letting them hang suspended as I pumped her. "If that comes out public, I can't work on the case anymore. My wife would be a suspect, albeit a poor one." "Yes." said Jeanine. "And I mean no disrespect to your Police Force, but without you on this case... I don't think it gets solved." "Hell, it may not get solved even *with* me on it." I replied. "But I appreciate you doing that, Jeanine. So... how are things with Todd?" I kept stroking in and out of her as I asked her about her husband. 
"Okay." Jeanine said, peering at me with a funny look on her beautiful face. "But I know he's fucking someone. I know he fucks other women, and we're talking about swinging with you and Laura and some others, but there's something strange about it. Women's intuition on that." "Hmmm, did you ask him about it?" I asked, feeling my nut rise as I began getting closer to the crest. "Oh, of course." Jeanine said. "Unnnh, oh that's good... Todd just says he's having an affair with his new company... unnh... working long hours and there's nothing else going on. I know that's bullshit-- well, he *is* working a lot-- but I don't know why he's lying and being evasive. He usually tells me when and who he's been fucking... speaking of fucking, you can give it to me harder than that... oh yeah..." "I'll see what I can find out about Todd." I said. "So how are the babies?" My mind was more filled with making a baby than an already-born one as I asked the question... "They're great." said Jeanine. "They're going to be like twins, growing up together like they are... ohhhhhh....." We said nothing further, getting more seriously into our fucking... \----------------------- About 20 minutes later, Jeanine and I went to find our spouses. We found them together in the bathroom of the guest bedroom just down the hall from us. Laura was sitting on the edge of the sink counter while Todd was pumping his huge meat into her, just as I'd been doing to his wife. "Oh God, it's going so *deep*!" Todd gasped. "You're burying every inch of me." "Like being balls-deep in your aunty's nasty cunt?" Laura whispered to him. He responded by driving his huge meat into her with a hard thrust, causing her to say "Ohhh... easy, Todd, go easy... you're very big and I'm still not used to being... stretched like this..." "Yeah," Todd said, "I've never gotten this much into you like this before, Aunt Laura... is that because of your operation?" "Some." Laura said. "There's a bit more room in there, though the operation didn't make my cunt longer... mmmm... Jesus, I love feeling your size inside me like this..." Jeanine and I just watched through the cracked door as Todd pumped my wife, taking it easy and not fucking her too hard, but still pistoning in and out of her with that deceptively easygoing, languid motion of fucking that was his almost trademark style. Even at that pace, I could tell that my wife was being intensely stimulated, and she was really enjoying being fucked by the young stud's enormous cock... \---------------------------- "Todd blew a huge fucking load into me." Laura said to me as we drove towards our next party destination in her Mercedes. "If I didn't know better, I'd think he hadn't gotten any pussy for days, maybe weeks." "Jeanine was very wet and aroused, too." I said, then recounted what she had said to me about Todd fucking around. We pulled up at our destination: Lashes & Lace. Our friend Rita, the lovely, statuesque blonde that ran the place, had invited us to the 'late' party, which was basically going to be an orgy in the downstairs room. "Mmmm," said Rita as she greeted us in the private bar area. "Laura, you are dressed correctly; you are indeed a goddess, and you can be my goddess any time you like, if I can steal you away from this handsome hunk husband of yours." She then kissed my wife warmly and fully on the mouth. Then it was my turn to share a kiss with Rita. "Mmm, I have a labor for you to perform, Hercules." said Rita. "I want you to spend all night trying to untie the knot deep in my pussy. It'll take many orgasms, I'm sure. Cop." "I'll do what I can." I said... \------------------------------ It was nearly 3:00am and the orgy was in full swing. Everyone wore masks and some kind of costume. They were to remain in their costumes during the party, so there were a lot of cocks hanging out of unzipped pants or protruding from underneath togas (like mine), and many of the women had torn open their crotches to give easy access to their wet snatches inside. As was almost always the case when I was there, Rita had corralled me as her official consort, and we were indeed slowly and languidly fucking. Laura had given me half a 'gray viagra', and along with the large load I'd shot into Jeanine's pussy earlier, I was able to hold off from climaxing as I steadily pumped Rita in a 'spoon' position as we watched the many couples fucking hotly on the main ballroom floor. Laura had been eaten out by a masked woman dressed as Tinker Belle, who had enjoyed the sperm feast left by Todd in Laura's depths, then my wife had selected a very well hung young man that I suspected she knew as a University student, and he was now deeply fucking my wife in the missionary position not far from Rita's 'bedchamber' where Rita and I were. The sight of Laura's long, luscious legs in the gold lamè high heels with straps criss-crossing up her calves to her knees, as those legs wrapped around her muscular young stud, was extremely intense and erotic for me. "Mmm, your wife does have the hottest legs in Town." Rita said, knowing what I was watching. "She has the hottest husband, too. Cop." "I'm the lucky one." I said. "And lucky to be fucking the hottest hostess in the County right now." I slid my cock hard and very deep into Rita's cunt to emphasize the point. "Oh geez..." Rita moaned, reaching her arm back and pulling my head down for a deep, hard kiss, which she broke after a long minute. "I love it when you fuck me deep like that. Cop. Your cock is so fucking hard; I don't know any other guy whose cock is as hard and taut as yours... does it hurt?" "No, baby, it feels great while I'm fucking you." I said. "So," Rita said, "you want information on this Donolan murder you're investigating?" "If you have anything for me." I said, continuing to thrust into the blonde's tight cunt. Of course this was an unspoken but major reason for Rita inviting us to this party, and for us accepting. "Just this." said Rita. "On the morning of the day Trish Donolan was murdered, her husband Donovan hired a private detective to look into his wife's dealings with the black drug pushers in Town. He hired Acme Private Investigations, and even after she was murdered, he told them to keep digging into her past. It looks like he didn't know that she was devouring black snake as often as she could. Also, Margo Bailey is not the only woman who Trish Donolan delivered unto death at the hands of those pushers, but you probably didn't get wind of them; they didn't take those bodies to the hospital." "Acme Private Investigations, eh?" I said, almost idly. "You catch on fast. Cop." Rita said, knowing I was unerringly honing in on what was important. "Funny how your rich buddy is out of town right now... and with the big football game tomorrow." "I'm sure he'll fly in to catch that." I said. "Though his team is going to take an ass-whipping from the Wildcats." "I'm sure he'll be seeing 'red'. Cop." Rita said, grinning. "Now why don't you shoot a big load into me, so I can let your wife eat your sperm out of my juicy, cream-filled cunt..." Just the nastiness of her words made me hotter and more aroused as I drove my meat deep into her scalding snatch... \-------------------------------- I did not go to bed when we got home. Maybe it was the 'gray viagra', but I was wired, even though I was physically drained from the sex I'd had in the hours before. As Laura slept soundly, exhausted by the deep fucking and pussy-eating she'd done at Rita's, I began watching the evidence videos on the jump drives. One was a tape of Cat and Trish fucking that looked familiar to me, and I realized it was the same tape Laura had been playing on my birthday night. I idly wondered where my wife got that footage as I continued to watch. Then I put on one of the DVDs that Trish had hidden in her safe behind the air vent. This one had not been put on the jump drive; Myron and Mary had not yet seen it. "Gold mine." I said to myself as images of Trish and various other women came on. They were fucking black men. I recognized T-Mac, Gloria Cagle's lover, as he deeply fucked Trish and came inside her. I was shocked to see 'Clete', the black guy who had been my nephew Ned's helper before we arrested him at the Olivet factory. He was fucking Cat Clausen with hard, deep, animal thrusts... this tape was some years old, I noticed, as Cat looked younger. I remembered that Clete was helpful to Ned's drug operations, and had been the one to bring Margo Bailey to Ned on her last night alive... Then I noticed that the sun was rising. I went out onto the deck to watch the Town greet the new day. It was Saturday, November 1st. Game day. The Wildcats vs. the Bulldogs. I couldn't wait... **Part 11 - Football Wins and Birthday Celebrations** Later that morning of November 1st, Melina and I drove in my Police SUV into the reserved parking area near the University football stadium. Such were the perks of being in the Police Force. But instead of going towards the North stands, where the University's president box was, we headed to the box on the South side, which was the visiting School's Presidents box. Melina and I had passes to enter. "Ah, good to see you, Commander." said my University's president, introducing several friends. Dr. Woodrow of my Crime Lab and Dr. Yates of the University Hospital staff, both graduates of my school, were also here. I introduced Melina to everyone. "An honor to meet you Colonel." I said to the Commandant of my School's ROTC program. He'd been a highly decorated soldier with over 20 years of continuous Airborne jump status and on his way to being a general, until an injury essentially ended his career. He was doing the ROTC assignment to run out the string before retiring. "And you also, Commander." said the Colonel. "Coach Marshall has told me of the outstanding job you're doing with the police here. I wish we still had you in the Army." "Thank you, sir." I said. I then noticed Melina had taken a red Wildcats jersey out of her large handbag and was putting it on. I was already wearing one. We were but a few specks of Red, Black and Gold in a human sea of Blue and Silver, which was the local University's Bulldogs colors. As the game started and progressed, it took a while to explain to everyone that Melina was not my wife any longer, that we'd both remarried (and me to her sister and a celebrated professor at this University), and that her husband was running for Sheriff... which is why Melina didn't wear the red jersey until we got to the box. And one reason it took so much time was because we were cheering a lot. The Wildcats were running rampant over the Bulldog defense, and our own defense was killing poor Nick Eastwood as he desperately tried to run plays with virtually no supporting cast. In the end, my Wildcats ran to a 56-0 win over the local Bulldogs, the local School's worst defeat since the 1930s. I was very happy. "Well, Melina," I said as we headed back to my vehicle. "As you know, today is Laura's birthday, but it's not going to be a happy one after that beatdown. What do you suggest we do?" "I've already got it planned." said Melina. "Your mother called me and we worked it out that we'll have dinner at our house, and your mom has already made a cake. What you do after that to make her happier, is your call. I would suggest... 'sex'. Lots and lots of... 'sex'." "Thanks for that idea, Captain Obvious." I said. It was an old joke from our married days. Melina tried to smirk, but could not help laughing. "So," I said, "are you ready to be a Sheriff's wife?" "Yep." Melina said. "I'll take a less public role after the election, though I'll have to show up at the Ladies Auxiliary meetings and attend all the public activities with Daniel. I think he's the more excited one, now that he realizes he's going to win the job. How did you know he'd like it so much?" "Observation and deduction, my dear, observation and deduction." I said. "Just as I'm deducing how excited you are about the new baby on the way." "Yeah." Melina said happily. "I can't wait." She paused, as if reading my mind. "I don't know what it is. I love little Doug, but I'm fine with leaving him with his father and stepmother. But I want Daniel's baby more than anything in the world." "I think my wife would make the psychological deduction that you're in love with your husband." I said. "Just a wild guess, though." I didn't say more, realizing that Melina's psychological makeup should be left to people with much more professional experience than I had. Fortunately, just the right person for that was on the case... *To be continued.*

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Title: How I Lost My Anal Virginity Tags: gay first time, first time gay, anal, virginity, gay, big cock, first time, his first time *This is a completely true story as to how I lost my anal virginity about a year ago. This is also my first time posting on here. Constructive criticism is more than welcomed. Hope you enjoy.* \*\*\*\*\* I had previous success with posting to Craigslist. I had met a few times before, but it was just for some oral play. Ever since I was eighteen I wanted to be fucked. I decided I would post an ad stating I needed fucked. I said I was down to suck and play, but fucking my ass needed to happen as well. In my ad I explained I was an anal virgin. I had used toys to fuck myself, but I needed a real cock to satisfy my craving. I had multiple replies, but I was being picky. I settled on an older white gentleman who had a huge 9-inch cock. We arranged to meet at his work later that day after I got off work. I was happy I had shaved early that morning, so I was smooth all over. I got off work and nervously drove over to where he worked. I followed his directions to go back to the building he told me in our emails. He told me to find the door with "314" on it. I parked and walked up the steps. I finally found the door on the third floor. I knocked and nervously waited for someone to answer. The door opened and a tall white male appeared behind the door. He had some scruff on his face from not shaving for a few days, but he smiled and welcomed me in. He wore jeans and a button down plaid shirt. He directed me into a room a few feet off to the side. I saw sitting on the window sill he had lube and condoms laid out ready and waiting I shed my outer clothing quickly and got down to my boxers. As he came in behind me he said, "I've needed this for a long time. I've got a big load built up." Eager to get to it I dropped my boxers and kicked them to the side of the room. I dropped to my knees in front of him as he started to undo his belt. He unzipped his jeans and put his thumb in his briefs. He let them drop and I started to see his hung cock. As his pants dropped it felt like forever before I finally say the tip of his head. He was not kidding about his size. I started to have second thoughts about whether I should tackle such a large cock as my first time. I felt I was in too deep to back out now. So, I took my hand and took the base of his long circumcised cock in between my fingers. I lifted his heavy tool up so it pointed directed at my face. His balls hung down just as monstrous below his member. I was in awe for a moment because he blew me out of the water size wise. I am maybe 6-inches on a good day, but my cock wasn't getting touched today, so it doesn't matter. "You like what you see?" He asked. "I love it. It looks so tasty," I replied. With that I licked my lips and pushed his tip to them. I let my lips part just enough to hug his tip as I slid it in my wet eager mouth. It was bigger than any cock I had ever sucked. I knew there was no way I could deep throat this monster. I slowly started to stroke his cock's shaft while I sucked on his tip. I let my tongue explore his hole and wrap around the head of his big cock. I felt him start to grow and become more stiff. I lowered my head down to take more of his cock in. I swallowed as much as I could before I started to gag. I heard him start to moan, so I didn't want to stop. I started bobbing my head back and forth while letting my tongue run down his shaft each pass. He put his hands on my head and use them to increase my speed to his liking. "Oh fuck yeah," he moaned. After a few minutes his cock was slippery and dribbling with my spit as I swallowed most of his cock every time I went down. He pulled my head back and told me to get on my hands and knees. Without a second thought I spun around and bent over ready for what was to come next. I spread my knees and laid my head down on the floor so my ass was up in the air waiting for his huge rock hard cock. "Do you want bareback or a condom?" He asked while he stroked his cock. "Bareback," I replied. "I want to feel you cum in my ass." "Oh I will fill your tight ass up." He took the lube and put some on his fingers. He started to massage my hole to try and loosen me up before tackling his cock. He knew to take it slow and gentle at first since my ass was a virgin. He slipped one finger in first and slide it in and out a few times. I felt another finger enter my hole and he started to pull them apart stretching my entrance. He coaxed me and reassured me to relax. I just laid with my head on my hands on the floor. Another finger entered and he started to finger fuck my ass. I moaned quietly as I felt his fourth finger enter and stretch me a little bit more. Satisfied with his work he withdrew his hand and started to lube up his big cock. I looked back at him as his rubbed his member and I scooted back to him eagerly. He took his cock and pointed his head at my entrance. I felt the tip press against my hole. It started to feel uncomfortable as his tip broke my entrance. I felt it slip in and I let out a gasp. He paused a moment to let me relax again and then he pushed farther in. It burned at first. I thought I couldn't do it. He is too big for my first time. This was a mistake. Then he pushed again and another few inches slipped in. He grabbed my hips and started to slide his cock back out. I felt his tip get to my entrance before he slowly buried his cock back in my ass. I felt every inch until he was pressed against me. I felt his balls press against mine. It was still uncomfortable, but it didn't burn like at first. I just felt really full. He started to exit me again and I left out a soft moan. His grip on my hips hardened and he pulled me back against his cock as he pushed himself forward. I realized it was starting to actually feel good now. It no longer hurt. "Oh my god you are so tight," he breathed. "Oh fuck my tight ass," I begged. He increased his speed to where it was a steady pumping. His strides were so long. To pull his whole 9-inches out and slide them back down in me felt like each one took forever. I closed my eyes and buried my face in the carpet. My hands clawed at the carpet as he started to fuck me harder. He started moaning with each push. He repositioned himself so he was standing over me and plunging directly down into my ass. I felt his cock hammer down in my ass with force each time. I realized I was moaning each thrust. I didn't realize I was before. It was subconscious. My body telling me I was actually really enjoying being plowed by this monster. He went back to his original position behind me and started forcefully thrusting his cock in me. I started matching his thrusts so it would plunge down into me even harder. By this time I was moaning uncontrollably. I felt him grab my hips to the point it was starting to hurt. I could tell he was getting close. He cock felt like it was swelling up and he started to move to short rapid bursts. We moaned together while I pushed back against his cock so his balls slapped against mine each time he pushed in. "Oh yeah, cum in me," I moaned. A few rapid thrusts later he made one final hard thrust down into my ass before I felt a warm splash against my walls inside my ass. He pushed so hard against me I almost collapsed. With his full weight on me with his cock buried in my ass his cum kept exploding from his cock. I felt hot shot after shot fill deep within my ass. I moaned so loud I thought for sure someone would have heard us. After about seven or eight shots of his hot cum he started to pull his cock out. I laid there exhausted as he exited my ass. "Oh my god I needed that," He gasped exhausted. I got back up on my hands and knees and felt a dribble start to run down my balls. I knew what it was. And I was so happy I finally got what I was after.

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One wonders why exactly someone would undersell themselves in a dating app profile, but the fact of the matter was that it actually, somehow worked, and so Phillip couldn’t exactly complain about it. Or rather, he absolutely could, but doing so ran a non-zero risk of having his face be trapped between a pair of thighs powerful enough to reduce a concrete block to little more than dust, and he quite liked being alive and able to breathe. Still, not a day went by that he didn’t look back to the first date he had with Sandra: she described herself as a “normal, sweet, ordinary shork” with a range of interests that at least seemed to align with his own, and while she hadn’t lied about those, she did do so with all of the rest; or, as she would put it herself, she was “creatively imaginative” with the truth. Phillip never bothered to correct her on that, seeing as, once again, he liked having his head unsmushed, but it was hard to accept that it was all just artistic license when the restaurant they agreed on meeting in had to replace most of their façade after they were done with their dinner date, and this was after everyone in the room had a slight panic attack at what they believed to be an earthquake. As it turned out, the ground shaking was not the result of the planet itself having a geological hiccup, but Sandra taking steps towards where her date was waiting for her, leaving behind enormous craters on the ground wherever her feet had landed, along with an immense groove where her tail broke through multiple soil layers and made it impossible for anyone to use the sidewalk. Phillip still remembered the sheer, unfettered shock he felt when he first saw the shark gal emerge from the cloud of rubble left behind after smashing through the front wall of the establishment, looking like something straight out of the imagination of a lewd artist of pen and tablet: a body so powerful that each bicep alone was the size of a small car, a head nestled at the bottom of so much neckbulk that it was a surprise how she could even see anything, along with some rather paradoxically exaggerated feminine assets that made every other part of his libido flare up like crazy. He wouldn’t expect a bodybuilder’s physique to be possessed of a pair of breasts big enough to hit the ground on each step while still making it hard to see over them, or an ass so wide that it made one wonder just where exactly that woman lived, but there he had it; hard to really think about anything else when she sat down on her own cheeks and somehow ended up taller than she had been standing up, however that was supposed to work. While the dinner date itself went quite well, or at least as well as it could go considering the sort of person Sandra was, what followed was nothing short of indecent, and as such will not be recorded for posterity, lest it make Phillip remember the many squealing sounds he made and be forced to retreat into his mental shell out of sheer embarrassment. Suffice it to say, by the time they were done, Sandra’s bed, a colossal thing that must’ve been custom-made by a large factory, lay in broken shards upon the ground, and the very floor of her bedroom was cracked in multiple places. To this day, the young man couldn’t possibly imagine how he had the stamina to endure that sort of marathon, but he held out until the very end and came out of it unable to walk properly for at least three or four days, during which Sandra showed a much softer side as she helped him to recover. As soon as he was on his feet though, that’s when the shark revealed that the same sex-crazed monster that had nearly broken his legs for a whole week had never really gone away, merely hidden underneath a thin veneer of politeness that served only to hide a libido that bubbled and boiled like an active volcano. To her credit, she did suggest that he move in with her, if nothing else than to be closest to the shork whenever she felt like she needed some stress relief; which, according to the shark herself, was anywhere from three to seven times a day, give or take. The mere idea of going along with this was enough to leave Phillip’s knees shaking, but how could he say no to someone like Sandra? No, really, how could he say no? Her mere presence was enough to warp his mind and leave him unable to process the idea that he could deny her at all, overwhelmed by what had to be half a ton of pheromones being exuded from her body every second or so, suffusing every layer of the house with an allure that was utterly irresistible at the deepest, most primal level. So it was that the feline was all-but forced to abandon his apartment and head over to shark’s manor, a place she had built on the outskirts of town to better suit her very large specifications. It took a while before the much smaller cat became used to the scale everything operated in; the doors took ages to open even when he put his full weight behind them, using the kitchen required a stepladder and even something as simple as getting on the couch for a nap required him to tie a rope to his waist just in case he ever ended up slipping in between the pillows. It was never enough to make him feel like a dust mite, but just big enough that everything was a minor inconvenience. Of course, none of this really mattered as soon as Sandra got back home from whatever it was she did for a living (he was certain it had something to do with weightlifting, or something like that), because the moment that door opened and the two’s eyes met, the following few hours would inevitably be filled with nothing more than bedpsrings creaking, the cat moaning like a needy slut and the shark herself roaring loudly enough to shake the window panes from their frames, atimes outright shattering them into a million shards from the amount of energy each sonic shockwave packed. It seemed as if they were going through one bed every night, if that was even possible, and yet for some reason there was never any shortage of… anything. Phillip truly wondered where all of that money was coming from, but seeing as trying to pry would probably mean having to attract Sandra’s attention, and doing that inevitably led to them ruining yet another bed, he figured it best to just roll with it and hope that eventually, some day, she might yet be comfortable enough with his presence to allow him to get a word in before he had to get his cock in… her. In the meantime, he got to enjoy the life of someone who genuinely didn’t have to worry about anything at all. Sandra insisted that he leave his day job and focus on just doing whatever he felt like doing because she could provide for the both of them, and frankly, he just couldn’t say no to that offer; he’d been wanting to drop that terrible position for years at that point in order to focus on his true passion of assembling custom keyboards and selling them for profit, and with such ample room in the house, it was easy to find a corner that he could use as his workshop of sorts, somewhere in the second under-level of the garage. He quickly turned it into his studio-slash-workspace, and it served as his home within a home whenever the shork wasn’t around; plus, it was far enough underground that, when Sandra was around, it didn’t run the risk of having everything fall onto the ground whenever she moved particularly harshly, a danger inherent to even the super-scaled objects that made up the rest of the house. It struck him as odd that the shark basically just left the house for four hours every day and came back with a fat stack of cash each time, and smelling of cement to boot, but he figured it best not to pry too much; the last thing he needed to know was that she was involved in some kind of hyper-sized mud wrestling ring for creatures of her caliber, where instead of, well, mud, they used something far more appropriate to hold them down. He didn’t know why exactly that was the first idea that came to mind as opposed to any of the million more appropriate ones, but he had learned a long time ago that, when it came to Sandra, the oddest, weirdest answer to any given question was probably the correct one. Regardless of what the truth happened to be, the reality of the situation is that it was only ever getting worse by the day. Well, he said “worse”, but it was hard to quantify it like that; he quite enjoyed Sandra and how big she was, so her growing larger wasn’t exactly a negative as far as he was concerned, even if the building itself liked to disagree at times. The shark had already been massive enough not to fit in regular structures back when they first met, big enough that any sexual liaison that the two shared was often powerful enough to leave cracks in the ceiling all the way up from the floor, and yet somehow she had found a way to become even larger than that. It started off “innocently” enough, with her musculature slowly bulging out as the days passed, an almost unnoticeable change that only really became obvious when something out of the ordinary highlighted its presence: maybe she banged her head on a lower ceiling, or got stuck in a doorway, or any number of things that brought attention to the fact that she was wider than she had been beforehand. Her assets, too, were growing over time, and her tits especially were actually filling; Phillip had been seeing some weird, white splotches on the ground for a few weeks at that point, but never quite knew what they were supposed to be, until one fateful day when he walked into their bedroom’s bathroom at the exact right moment. It was early morning, a few hours before the two usually woke up and immediately got down to business. He expected to turn around and find Sandra by his side, ready to both be snuggled and immediately crush him with the tightest of hugs (just like she always did), but instead found a completely deserted bed. Finding it odd, this immediately woke him up fully, after which he got to hear something… weird coming from their bathroom. It definitely sounded like the shark, though not the one he was used to; this one was moaning, sounding a lot more vulnerable than she normally did, calling out for his name and begging for him to “milk her”, whatever that was supposed to mean. Being half-asleep at the time, the cat didn’t put two and two together fast enough to know he shouldn’t have opened that door, and thus he walked in right at the exact moment that Sandra was at her absolute “lowest”: kneeling on the floor, with her chest bare, both tits hanging over the side of the bathtub as she tugged at her engorged nipples and caused loud, wet splatters as gouts of milk erupted from them and hit the wall directly in front. Both mounds were enormous, at least twice as large as their normal, already colossal size, and Sandra looked like she was having some issues moving them about. For once in her life, she looked at him with the sort of helpless expression that normally adorned Phillip’s face, making it quite clear that, regardless of anything else that had happened with their lives, she needed help from him. What followed were the best three hours of his life, whereby he alternated between the two teats in helping her lover milk herself back down to a more manageable size, then ended up directly on top of her before the two adjourned back to their bedroom and promptly wrecked yet another bed. From that point forward, the shark building up lactic reserves to the point where her mounds became wider than even she was became the new normal; the couple even went so far as to create a “milking schedule” where they would drop everything and head to the nearest drain to make sure those things didn’t grow too unwieldy. One session was, of course, constantly set for right after she returned from whatever her job was, the poor thing so big and full that getting through the front door along usually took upwards of ten minutes, and the couple had to fight against both gravity and inertia to get the shork over to the bathroom before they could relieve some stress. Now, either because of the same process, or maybe due to said shork sneaking a few drinks of her supply every once in a while, her butt too was beginning to take up more room; all in all, their entire body was burgeoning outwards with absurd quantities of both muscle and pudge, turning an already stunning beauty into the literal definition of perfection, and one that Phillip got to enjoy in the fullest, seeing as he was still the same scrawny little thing he’d always been, barring the mandatory bulking up from having to get together with someone like Sandra multiple times a day. Of course, all of this had an effect and a half on Sandra’s libido, which predictably shot up faster than a rocket on launch day. If she had been utterly insatiable beforehand, now it was impossible to even quantify how thirsty that woman was, especially right after a draining session; it was as if the emptier she got, the stronger her need to fill back up became, and despite her lover’s comparatively diminutive size, she couldn’t complain about the lack of a stuffing. Perhaps this is why their relationship had lasted so long, though Phillip himself didn’t quite remember his orgasms being so… explosive. Had he always been able to fill entire bathtubs with each climax? Had his cock always been capable of rising to several feet long as his nuts inflated to become about as wide as Sandra’s tits were whenever the two of them got busy? He had a faint recollection of a time in which this wasn’t the case, a time during which he was actually pretty unremarkable and had an unassuming sex life, but surely there was no chance in hell that he suddenly developed a case of the hypers. Maybe he’d just always been like that and just didn’t remember it. That made sense; after all, if he was together with Sandra, then surely it had to be because he could satisfy her properly. As much as they were incredibly compatible outside the bedroom, the shark was an absolutely insatiable sex maniac, so not being able to fill them at a moment’s notice would be a genuine negative point in their relationship. Things progressed quite normally (for them) as they made their new life together. Phillip even grew bold enough to move his workshop from the under-level to a spare room in the house proper, as it had become far too cramped for him to use properly, and Sandra promised to be extra careful around it whenever she was near. The shark herself had become a thing of beauty, so immense and massive that the two were genuinely thinking about moving out, or at least having the manor completely redone to better fit her new size; the feline too had begun to notice a few changes in his body, mostly minor stuff that most likely resulted from his constant exposure to Sandra: he went from ten feet to twelve, a slight adjustment all things considered, and now his nuts had the irritating habit of filling up to be wider than he was tall in just under an hour, something he wasn’t quite so fond of compared to his old self. He used to be able to go through half a day before they got that big, but one presumes that spending half of one’s existence on a bed fucking an amazonian giantess like Sandra has those sorts of consequences. What was odd was how much the shark kept teasing him about how much he’d grown over the year they spent together, as surely two feet were nothing compared to the twenty that she herself had experienced; he was positively tiny compared to his partner, so why was she so adamant in telling him how proud she was in his gains? It’s not like he was even hitting the gym or anything. Still, their one year anniversary was approaching and something special was in order. Being a hopeless romantic, Phillip suggested that they head out to the very same restaurant they had their first date in, an idea that Sandra agreed to immediately and wholeheartedly. Finding clothes that fit him was literally impossible; he’d grown so used to simply walking around naked that he never even noticed that everything he had was seriously undersized… and extremely so, being fit more for a non-hyper than someone of his caliber. Odd. Nonetheless, this didn’t deter him in the slightest; he was big enough that he needn’t care what anyone thought, and Sandra was that turned up to eleven, so the two decided to just head out completely nude and deal with the consequences later. One can imagine Phillip’s surprise when he walked up to the restaurant’s façade and found that he could barely fit a hand through the door, much less his whole body; had they downsized since last he was in there? No matter. Sandra had busted her way in the last time, so he could do it too. For her. For them.

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Title: One of Those Days - Part 1 by Izak Tags: Anal, Bondage, Domination/Submission, Foot Fetish, Lizard, M/M, Master/Pet, Oral, Rimming, Spanking, Wolf This is my first story, so, wish me luck! Same old mumbo-jumbo: This story countains sexually explicit material of a homo-erotic nature. If you are under the age of 18, or this sort of material offends you, I suggest that you not read this story. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* One of Those Days by Izak The morning sun came shimmering through my window, bringing me forth from sleep. Not my favorite way to be awakened, might I add, it causes temporary blindness. My eyes cracked open, and just as I had expected, I was left blinded for a moment. "Morning already?," I wondered to myself as I gave a yawn and a stretch, but my arms were yanked back, leaving me confused. Shaking it off as grogginess, I tried to stretch again, startled to discover that my hands were cuffed to the headboard. I began to panic as I looked over to my right. No Wolf. Where'd he go?! I began to thrash I as I went into worst-case scenario mode, fearing that someone had broken in. My heart raced and I started to shout, hoping to rouse some help from a neighbor. Just then, my lover walked in the doorway and hushed me. "Good morning, my little lizzy. I hope you slept well last night, because that tight green ass of yours is mine today..." I looked at the black wolf with desire, smiling as my desire-filled eyes traced his tall, athletic frame, his built arms and ample endowment. "Good morning to you. I slept very well, love, and this morning, I awoke to the sexiest thing I have ever seen...," I murred back at him. He laughed a little and smiled at me lustfully. "Good, because it's going to be a fun day for my little lizard...," he chuckled, "And plan to yiff you like there's not tomorrow..." He slid his paw down his side and grabbed his sheathe, and ran his paw down my chest. "I plan to use this on every hole in your body. Today you're going to be my little sex slave, Izak.," he said, growling lustfully under his breath. "Hmmm... I think I like that idea...," I murred back at him, arching my back slightly, feeling the chills all over my scaly body at his caress. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists as he brought his tongue down onto my chest and licked straight down, stopping at my navel and kissing it lightly. He licked back up my chest, sending another chill through my body. I close my eyes, murring as his tongue worked across my smooth scales, exploring each one. He stopped at my neck to kiss it and lick it a few times,before licking back down my chest again, this time going down and kissing softly across my waist line. My toes curl up and my stomach tightens as each kiss flutters across the sensitive area, the gentle pleasure causing my tip to swell and poke from my slit. "It looks like someone's having fun...," he said playfully, climbing onto the bed and licking down from my waist, letting his tongue pass over my sheathe several times, then proceeding to take my balls into his muzzle and licking his tongue over them, sucking them gently in his warm muzzle. My member was now fully emerged, pulsing slightly as it grew hard. All I could manage was a gasp as my balls were emersed in his soft, warm muzzle. My member grew into an erection as he let my balls drop from his maw and licked around my inner thigh, then back across my balls and down the sensitive skin to my tailhole. He lifted my legs onto his muscular shoulders and licked around my tight pucker, making circles around my entrance with his soft, hot tongue. I began to moan softly as he traced around my tender tailhole, slowly centering around the aperture. He pushed his tongue in, eliciting a loud gasp from me as I squirm around, clenching my fists and breathing heavily. He explored around inside of me with tongue, lapping at my tightening hole, evoking a hip-buckling response from me. He continued to lick down my inner thigh now, kissing it gently occasionally, stopping at my feet. He grabbed my ankles with a firm grip and made a long lick up the sole of my foot. I squirmed and giggled a little, my erection throbbing a little. He smiled at my reaction, his cock already fully erect. He put my feet together, creating a crevice between the soles of them. His hot erection slid between my feet quickly, catching me off guard and causing me to gasp and giggle a little more. He thrusted into my feet, grunting and moaning lightly with each thrust. He stopped momentarily to lick my soles, to lubricate them, and then continued fucking my feet, making me giggle wildly as pre dripped from my tip. The wolf increased the force of his thrusts, moaning rather loudly, jarring my body with each push from his hips. Without warning, he pushed hard into my feet and his seed spurted over my face and chest, coating me in his hot, sticky wolfcum. My mate sat there, squeezing my ankles for a second, panting. He smiles and looked at my red face, and glanced down at my raging-hard member throbbing in the air. "I see you're nice and teased up now," he chuckled before pulling his cock out from between my now sticky feet and letting them drop down to the bed. Oh his way back up to me, he licked all the cum off of the soles of my feet and my chest, holding it in his mouth and meeting me in a kiss. I opened my muzzle to meet him in his kiss, and he pushed his tongue into my maw, sharing his cum with me. I murred happily and sucked on his tongue, swallowing down his delicious seed. The wolf broke the kiss, and I said into his ear, "Ian...I love the way you taste..." He simply smiled at me before saying, "Good, that way you can enjoy what you're about to do.," he grinned at me toothily, growling playfully in my ear. He lifted my by my shoulders and put me on my knees on the floor beside the bed. Then, he slid over to the edge and spread his legs, exposing his still pulsing erection. "Now suck it, my little bitch.," he said dominantly. The role-play was even more arousing, the thought of being dominated turned me on so much. And he knew it. My cock was dripping pre again as he grabbed the back of my head and forced my face into his groin, the wolfcock pressed hard against my face. "I said suck it!," he growled at me. I licked one of his balls and he released the pressure on my head so I could lap at it, suckling it gently before I moved to the other and took it into my muzzle, rolling my tongue all over his sensitive orb. I let it out of my muzzle and lapped up from the base of his cock up to its tip and then back down, provoking a moan from my lover as he squeezed the back of my head. I closed my mouth over the underside of his member and turned my head sideways, bobbing it up and down his length and rolling my tongue over it, responding to his constant moans and grunts. "That's a good cockslut..." he said, playing of course. I took the tip of his cock into my muzzle and sucked it in my muzzle as I slowly worked completely down his shaft with his cock in my muzzle, continuing to suck it as it hilted in my maw. I tried to loosen my throat muscles to let his tip in without gagging, and once it was in, I tightened my throat around it before pulling up, still sucking to stop at the tip. He placed an encouraging paw on top of my head and laid back, pushing a little as I pumped my head on his member at quick pace, flipping my tongue around the underside of it, still sucking steadily. I knew he couldn't handle much more, as he began to bob my head faster with his paw, gripping the sheets with his other. Abruptly, he pressed my head all the way down his shaft and spurted his cum down my throat as I tried not to gag on his thick load. He then pulled my head off and let his seed shoot all over my face and chest. In the blur of this quick movement, my teeth had accidentally scraped his shaft. "Ouch!" he shouted, shoving me backwards. "You just can't seem to be a good bitch today. First you ignored me when I gave you a command, and then you try to bite my dick off!" "I didn't mean to..." I said, looking at him apologetically. "I'm sure you didn't..." he said, skeptically, "and now you need to be punished. Come lay across my lap." he commanded. I headed over toward him and he pulled me down over his lap. "Maybe a good spanking will teach you a lesson." the wolf said dominantly, raising his hand and bringing it down sharply across my rump with a loud "smack!" I let out a yelp, and began to tear up as he brought his hand down again, smacking my ass over and over, until it turned a fine red. Between blows he scolded, "Maybe...you'll.....learn....to....be...a....good...slut...." his boner pressing against my stomach, covering it in pre as my pre dripped onto the floor. Tears streamed down my cheeks by the time he was finished, my rump glowing red. "Now, do you think you can control yourself?" He asked, glaring at me threateningly. "Y...yess sir...." I said, crying slightly. I loved it. "Good," he said, "and now you're nice and ready for me to fuck that tight lizard ass of yours..." That lusty grin crossed his face as he lifted me on the bed and laid me on my belly, handcuffing me to the headboard. He rubs his hand across my face, collecting some of his cum from earlier and smears it over my hole, rubbing some of it on his own cock. He puts me up on my knees and them slid them up under me, so I was sitting on my shins, spreading my rump wide open. "Now, I'm gonna fuck you pretty had, and I don't want to hear anything but you moaning and begging me to fuck you harder. You're not to cum until I say so, understand?" I nodded and sniffled, my still red ass throbbing. He ran a hand over my rump and then slapped it again, causing me to wince. He attached a cuff to my tail and clipped it to my collar, holding my tail up, and, in this position, making my tailhole very visible. With a sudden jar, he forces his cock into my tight hole. It felt like he was splitting me in half, as I managed to disguise a scream as a loud moan. He began to slam into my ass relentlessly, creating great friction on my prostate. I moaned loudly and stammered, "Ohhh... harder master! Fuck me harder...." After I said this, he did just as I said and began to pound into my pucker, forcing his cock deep into me, and I could already feel his knot pressing against my hole each time he hilted. Each of his powerful slams brought my closer to orgasm until I found my entire body contracting, trying to hold it in. "Don't you dare cum, bitch!" he growled at me, squeezing my balls tightly. I let out a loud moan as he did this, trembling under the intensity of his thrusts. With one powerful thrust, he forced his knot into my tailhole. I practically screamed, and as I did, he slapped my ass hard, and squeezed my balls tighter. Tears ran from my eyes as he shouted, "I told you not to scream! Don't you dare cum yet...." He forced it in and out of me several times before he finally tied his swelling know into my screaming tailhole, and he came, flooding me with his hot seed. After several minutes of heavy panting and his paw teasing my erection, keeping me dangerously on the edge, he turned me over and began to roll his hips around, his knot rolling against my prostate. He continued to do this, occasionally pushing in a little deeper or tugging at it a little, until I let out one last moan, my cum squirting all over him. "That's my lizard..." he said, now tenderly, uncuffing me, "now, one last thing. Lick this cum off of me, and we'll cuddle for a while. I do as he says, gripping his shoulder and lifting myself weakly up to lick his chest and face off, tasting his bittersweet essence once more. Afterwards, I collapse onto the bed, and he lays atop me, nuzzling me and murring over my panting body. "Oh, Ian, you are so amazing...." I mutter weakly. "I couldn't help it. It's was just one of those days where I wanted to tie you up and fuck your brains out. You're so sexy." I smile and laugh weakly, before he moves in and kisses me, pushing his tongue softly into my muzzle. After the kiss was broken, I looked in his eyes and said, "I love you so much..." And my love replied, "I love you too, little one..." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* ....And there it is. Give me feedback here, or email me at: [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)

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Title: Tina II Chapter 11- The Prisoner- A Gray Muzzle story by Gray Muzzle Tags: Canine, Dog, Peteena, Poodle, peteena house, tina Tina II, Chapter 11- The Prison- A Gray Muzzle story Marcia placed a call on the intercom. "Lucy, Can you come down to my office? There's someone I'd like you to meet." Moments later, Lucy stuck her head in the door. A striking white Poodle, with the most amazing head of red hair. "You called?" Lucy was leaning in the doorway. She wore a long skirt, and a sleeveless silk top, over which she wore a pink cashmere sweater. "Lucy, this is our newest girl. Can you show her around, and get her settled in?" Peteena House was a home for abandoned Poodle hybrids. When the great emancipation came, they were no longer pets, but there was no where for them to go. As humans, they couldn't be destroyed, but there was no place for them to go. A kindly millionare, and lover of Standard Poodles left his entire estate to establish Peteena House. Here, the former pets could live out there lives, in comfort and dignity. When Peteena House opened, there were perhaps a half dozen residents. Today, after several additions, Peteena House was taking in it's eighty second guest. Once word had gotten out, they came from near and far. Europe, the Soviet Republics, the Middle East and Asia. Of course, most were American. The majority came from Arkansas, Missouri, and Texas, where they had been raised in great numbers. When they ceased to have economic value, the hybrids were cast off, with no where to go. Lacking money or education, there was no place for them to go. Peteena House was a Godsend, a place where every Poodle hybrid was accepted without question. "Hello, dear, I'm Lucy, but no one ever calls me that. Everyone knows me as 'Red' The new girl blushed and looked down. "I'm Dorothy, Miss Lucy....sorry.....Red....." she offered her hand. Dorothy was typical of the girls that came to Peteena House. She came from Kansas, wearing a gingham midrift top, Daisey Dukes, and a worn flowered hat.. She carried only a cardboard suitcase. "Those are some shoes, there." Red commented, checking out her footwear. "Uh, I knew I had a lot of walking to do....." Dorothy replied, looking self consciously at her heavy work boots, and thick white socks. "Well, we'll take care of that. Let's get you a room, and let you clean up. Then I'll show you around." Red took her suitcase, and lead her down a long hallway. They went down some stairs, then took an elevator. At the end of yet another long hall, Red opened a door. Inside, it was a cheerful, airy, four bed room. There were two bunk beds, and four dressers, and a bathroom private to the suite. Red went out into the hall, and came back with linens, and towels. "Here's your towels. The bath is through there. Once you've showered, we'll do your hair, and get you some clothes. "Thanks" she smiles The shower was huge and clean. Not at all like the outdoor hose Dorothy was accustomed to. There was lots of warm water, and nice smelling soap. There was even a hair dryer for her to use. She would have stayed forever, but Dorothy knew that Lucy was waiting for her. When she emerged, Red was waiting. "Here's a nice bathrobe for you. I hope you don't mind, but since I was waiting, I took the liberty of starting to unpack." Indeed she had. Her few belongings were in the dresser, her clothes on hangers. The suitcase was under her bunk. There was a picture, which Lucy had placed by her bed, atop the dresser. "The people....who are they?" Dorothy took the picture from her. "This is my family.....when they changed the law, they couldn't keep me anymore. I miss them sometimes. Especially....." Her voice trailed away, but Lucy knew that she was talking about the boy in the front of the picture. She placed it carefully back on the dresser. "Let's get going. We've got things to do...." Lucy lead her back to the elevator. They rode it all the way to the basement. When the door opened, it was cool and dark. They walked another hallway, where there was a lighted room at the end. The door was partially open, Dorothy's eyes were greeted by the strangest sight. The room was a mess. There was an unmade bed, and food boxes everywhere. There were skateboards, and BMX bikes, and snowboards, and sports stuff off all types. There was a 250cc dirt bike being overhauled on the floor. In the center of the floor was a white Poodle wearing nothing but her underwear. Her back was to the door, and she was dancing and singing to 'The Beatie Boys' which played on her iPod. "Violet!" Red shouted, pulling the headphones from her ears "This is Dorothy. She's our newest guest. Violet snatched back her MP3 player, and threw it on the dresser. She then took a smock off the rack, and stepped into a pair of flip flops. She pulled a beautician's chair from the corner, where it sat under a sheet. "Violet is our hairdresser. She doesn't live here full time anymore, but she still comes back to visit. She's really good." Violet was suddenly all business. She placed Dorothy in the chair, and got to work. "Hmmmm." Violet could see that there wasn't that much hair on her head. It was a common problem. Many girls had been struggling just to survive; there wasn't time for grooming. Violet tugged at her snarled curls. "I think most of this will have to go. Don't worry, though, we'll have you looking prettu. May I cut it?" Dorothy was tearing up, but she nodded her head 'yes'; Violet began to cut. When she was done, there was a fine layer of soft fuzz. Dorothy was in shock. "Now, let's get you looking pretty!" Violet took her by the hand, to a room across the hall. When the light came on, the room was filled with wigs, of every length and color. They picked several, and took them back to the chair. She tried a blonde one, which was pretty, and a red one, and long brown curls. In the end, they decided thick brown braids, parted in the center, was the best look of all. "What do you think? Violet asked, holding a mirror Dorothy was very pleased. She had never seen such nice hair! She hugged Violet, as she got up to leave. Lucy took her back upstairs, where they went to what may have been the largest room in the house. "This is the closet" Red explained. "Each of us has our own clothes. But we have this....the 'Community Closet'. These are the clothes that we share. Truth is, we share most of the things we have. Just seems to make sense." By the time she finished speaking, Dorothy was already in the racks of clothes that were on every wall. Dorothy tried on dress after dress, until she fount a sleeveless blue dress that she thought was very pretty. Lucy went to the closet. "Here are some panties, and some undershirts. I got you a few one piece undergarments, too. A lot of us prefer them. You can wear bras, if you wish; most of us don't bother. We'll take you shopping for new things in a few days. These should hold you until then." Then, they went to the shoe closet. Dorothy picked out some blue suede sneakers. "That's...what you want? Red inquired, slightly amused. "I'd see.....everyone wearing them. I never had any of my own. I thought they must be wonderful, since everybody had them" she replied. "That's good enough for me" Red smiled. They then went on a tour of the house. Red took her through the different dorm areas of the house. As they walked, they encountered groups of girls. Some were leaving to play tennis. Others were doing chores. Yet others seemed to just be hanging out. Leaving the dorms, they went to the public areas. In one room, Violet was now teaching an aerobic class, to about ten girls. Across the hall, another dozen intently worked on ballet dancing. There was a library, a comfortable TV lounge, and a theatre where movies were shown on weekend nights. Right off the lobby was the dining room. It was bright and cheery, and it could seat all eighty plus girls, and guests all at once. It was arranged in tables of eight, with white tablecloths, and there were candles and fresh flowers on each one. "Marcia's orders" Red noted. Beyond the dining room was the kitchen. "Each week, the schedule gets posted. Newer girls serve meals to the senior ones. But everyone does chores." Lucy stated "Nothing nasty, mind you. Laundry, dusting, that sort of thing. We're all expected to help out." "Only seems fair. I'm not afraid of work." On the center island, was a red velvet cake. It was the lovleiest thing Dorothy had seen. She just gawked at it. "Shall we have some?" "But....it's not ours......" "I think it will be OK...." Lucy responded. She cut Dorothy a big slice of cake, and poured her a glass of milk. "Where are my manners! You must be starved!" Indeed she was. Dorothy finished it in record time, and Red got her another. She finished that as well. Red gathered up the dishes, and placed them in the dishwasher. "Shall we look outside? Outside was a place of wonder. There were swings and slides and playhouses. "A lot of the girls seem to like them" Red noted "Most didn't have things like this growing up." There was a built in cooking area, and a pinic grove, where the girls would eat outside in the summer. Beyond the main yard, was a running track- and another track. "That's where we ride motorcycles ATVs, mini bikes, that sort of thing. Dorothy's eyes were huge. Down a small knoll, on the lower part of the property, was a HUGE pool. There was a hot tub, and a waterfall, too. Girls in swimsuits sunned and played in the warm water. By the pool, there was even a bar. "Drink?" "Dogs aren't supposed to have that." "Says who?" "My family told me that" "On that topic, they were wrong" Red laughed "What will it be?" "I'll have a 'Bud', please." Red got a Jack Daniel's on the rocks; she brought Dorothy a beer. They sat at a table with a big umbrella by the pool, where they looked over the estate on a magnificent Summer day. "Red?" "Uh huh....." "What is it like....here at Peteena House?" Red smiled. "I though that's what we were discussing." "No, I mean, really....." Red sat back in her chair, and got very serious. "OK. What would you like to know." "Do people get along?" "Oh, yes.....EVERYONE is really close. People have their disagreements, but all the girls are so sweet. Not to worry." "Marcia?: Red reached into her bag, and pulled out a cigarette, Marlboro red. She lit it with a vintage Zippo. "Marcia is my dearest friend. She's really wonderful. She's always doing little, special things for people. She has some that she's closer to......She's very fond of Violet. There's this French girl.....And Marcia is my best friend....." She took a long drag on the cigarette. "We're lovers. Have been for many years." Dorothy looked a little surprised. "Is there...a lot of 'that' here?" Red laughed. "It's not like it is out there. Here.....there's only us girls. If someone has a need.....well, you'd help a sister, wouldn't you?" Red took another long drag, and finished her drink in one shot. "Lucy? Is there something I'm missing? I mean, it all seams so.....so WONDERFUL here. Still, I sense there's something.....something missing, something wrong. If I'm off track, please tell me so." Red lit another cigarette. "Smart girl. But then, I was never much good at fooling people when it came to my feelings." "Does it have to do...with that?" "This? " Red felt the large scar that crossed her nose. Looking more carefully, Dorothy could see that there was a part of her nose missing. Red sat back in her chair. "That....was a long time ago. It's mostly behind me, at least now. Marcia helped me get my hair, the surgery, the rest. She'll help you too, if that's what you want. But no, not really. That's not it." "Then, what IS it?" Red smiled. "I suspect you'll find me silly. I'll let you decide. It really IS what it appears. We're all friends. We're taken care of wonderfully. We pretty much live as we please. Get up early, or sleep late. We have lovely clothes. Our every need is met. By every standard, a perfect life." "Then what is it?" "It's all too perfect" "Perfect? You're joking, right?" Red shot her a look. "Not at all. We were never meant to live in perfection. It will drive you mad." "No one here looks the least bit mad." "Ah, but they are! Most adjust, by just not thinking. They get up, eat play, sleep....then they do it all again. It's like prison. ...." "Do you mean we're locked in here?" "No, not at all. We're free to leave. We travel. Actually, we travel all the time. But it's the same thing, just in a different place. There's no place for us to go. The world out there, they don't want us. And we're not prepared to live there. So, here we are, in a cage. An elegant, sophisticated cage. But a cage just the same." "Does everyone feel as you do?" "No. Marcia has her career. She has a reason to get up in the morning, independent of us. She's quite happy." "Just Marcia?" "No. Violet is actually pretty happy." "Violet? That crazy one in the basement?' "Yes. Her. A while back, she met and married a reporter who came here. She has a job. She's lived in the real world. She does hair. She teaches aerobics. She's got a family, and friends.....a life beyond these walls." "So there's hope." "Hope for those who leave." "But everyone SEEMS so happy......' "Maybe. Perhaps I think too much. So, don't think about it. Forget I told you any of this. Maybe it will be different for you....." "So, what do I do?" she asked, concerned. "Plan.....start working on a way out. It will always be here....if you need it. But if you can, make a life. Get educated. Get a job. And....." "And...what?" "Never give up on love. That boy....you love him?" Dorothy looked down, never saying a word. "Never give up on love......"

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Title: Dinjer's Diary by theonehowl Tags: Dragon, Hypnosis, Lizard, M/M, M/M/M, Mind Control, Oral Dinjer's Diary by theonehowl --- ((Hope at least some like this, I didn't. At first I did, but then I didn't. But I finished it. commission for Zsisron.)) This is a commission for a friend. It originally sprouted from his idea and grew into what is seen here and now. 4/12/20 Let me just start off by saying, I haven't written one of these in a while and that I usually like to introduce myself. My name is Antony Dinjer, and I hail from the family tree that is closely associated with the Brim clan of my ancestors. Most well-knowledge furs could easily tell by my coloration of black scales and deep purple inner portions of my body. Black scales are a rare formality amongst us dragons. My father only got black spots after he aged for a long time. Both of my parents were quite proud that my heritage blessed me with these slick, elegant black scales. My brother wasn't so fortunate and sadly got the least attention from our parents. I still commend him for excelling past the demoralizing low expectations of our parents. Despite how hard he tried, though, I surpassed him in school, sports, and the job field as well. Our conversations are not too frequent and usually are very brief. That's enough of that. The reason I am starting this journal is that my office has been contacted and given me the task of investigating a missing fursona in the Tebra Zena Valley, and I would like to have a written record of the visit. My destination is just below the equator so I plan to dress light, but I will probably shop for something that's cool and something that"covers" so I won't need to worry about the heat or the pesky insects. Who knows what kinds of nasty creatures could be waiting to make my trip a living nightmare? I think I will wait till I fly out of the states before I start my shopping. The shops over seas are usually more luxurious than what our country can come up with. There might also be a beautiful young dragoness nearby that might want to accompany me back to the hotel. That's another perk of this job, some time away from the wife. I'll probably still sleep with before I go. She knows me well to understand I couldn't leave without satisfying my urges. She just doesn't know my urges take me beyond her reach and into wanting claws and the warm, tight folds of other lovely, beautiful, and competent lovers. Oh, how much I look forward to this business trip. I am pretty grateful to have a journal under lock and key to hold these prestigious thoughts of mine. Mostly, I'm glad to have the lock and key. It would be hard for the wife to know and understand that a beautiful body such as mine could never be so selfish as to deny every female worthy of its beauty a chance to"share the wealth". I also declare that in my hard work and success, because I good at what I do, that I have earned myself the chance to wallow in the luxuries such as voluptuous, long legged girls. I see no flaw in this logic. I reread what I wrote and agree no flaw whatsoever. 4/20/20 I finally reached the countries of the eastern coast after a couple of connecting flights. It's always a nice cultural experience to catch a few of the sites before settling in for the night. I let the government branch know that I would be staying the night here in what most furs call the"Crystal City". I was reluctant to miss out on the brilliant shine that the night life brings out of the city. And the room I paid for helped with the view tremendously by putting me up fifty stories. I tried soaking in as much modern culture as I could before going south to the tribe of the Tebra Valley. A flight attendant was kind enough to spend her day off here with me. I think I handled the affair well by slipping money for a cab into her pocket without her knowledge. It just felt like the... right thing to do. She was quite beautiful, purple scales and blue eyes. She was like a violet jewel draped over my body when she mounted herself on top of me, and she was more than happy to do the work. Her body did well, too. She may have never asked for the money, but I could tell by her sudden interest that that was her intentions from the beginning. Of course, my exotic appearance was the breaking point for inhibitions. Dragonesses go wild for the black scales, the strong-bodies demeanor that radiates from me, and they never say no once the"curtains" fall right before the show starts. She was some of the reason I couldn't stay up most of the night. I couldn't be here when she woke up. Leaving a letter behind was more my style. Is is definitely less complicated. She probably would do the same in my place. 4/21/20 I'm finally on the plane that gets me to my destination. We finished the debriefing about a half hour ago. Nicholas Rightam was working for the David's Inspiration Missionary office and doing some medicinal work for the Tiez Tribe. My job is to investigate the lizard inhabited tribe (not my favorite species) with a translator who will be going along with me. Then, I will be responsible to track him from there. I probably will not find him. I'll still be going through the routines, and I will definitely be sure if I can find him or not before I totally give up. It's kind of harsh, but the government won't pay the success rate if I can't find him. It was generous for just taking the job, in my opinion. Still, my fee for coming out will be generous as well. No tax dollar will be wasted. I plan to work my hardest. The main reason my office bothered with this trip in the first place was to let me get out of the states, by myself, for a while. The downside is that I have to stay the week in a third world country. The upside is that I get to use all of my safari gear. 4/21/20 I just finished reading the notes on the Tiez Tribe. The strange thing to me is that the tribe is made up of lizards. The domain consists of lions and hyenas as the majority species here. I usually wouldn't mind too much if not for the fact that the tribe's history is nonexistent. In this modern day I would we, as an advanced civilization, would have records of this tribe (especially if we were going to send missionaries). If my computer was working I would very much do an Internet search, and I probably would find more than this government itself could dig up. It gets worse. Not only am I going to in blind, but the whole tribe is male! The only female is the princess, and only the"Chosen One" is allowed to even see her. It's not like I wanted to fuck around and bring some STDs home with me, but that limits my choices of relief when times get desperate! It becomes a choice between my self-service or men. A week in the tribe with no feminine contact and I might be settling for a helping paw of the same gender. I need to go change my shorts that made me laugh way too hard. 4/23/20 A few days have gone by without me writing in this journal. I've been busy trying to handle a shit storm! I have officially been working on this case for one day! Here's the breakdown. Infamous private detective arrives at dirt poor tribe to find a missing pastor-whatever he is. My translator introduces me to the head shaman and a few of the tribe's leading hunters. They were just a bunch of lizard savages, and I constantly tried to get the translator to move on with the investigation. He informed me there had to be a day of introductions or the Tiezins would have taken offense. They probably wouldn't be very cooperative if they didn't like us which made sense. So the rest of that night we participated in the tribal meal and watch a"dance of greeting", which was just a bunch of painted males waving their dicks around. Yes, dicks were visible and they were waving around with all the dances and such. Personally, I wouldn't be that under dressed next to a bonfire. I mostly watched the fire as I took fake bites out of my... whatever it was. The next day... the damn translator got sick. They took him back to town in the only available vehicle here. I would have ridden back with them, but I slept in when they arranged the departure for town. That left me miles upon miles without transportation. My cellphone as well has gone missing. I think that weasel translator was using it and took that with him, accident or not I'm not sure which. The Tiez shaman actually knows some English. So, I might not end up dieing here after all. They have been helping me a little with the communication thing. Maybe I can finish this without that damn weasel. Something off note, but still eventful for me, I had a dream last night. I haven't had a dream in years. If I did have them, I wouldn't be able to remember anything from them. It's just the way I am. This dream, though, was incredibly vivid, even after I woke up. In the dream it was midday, and I was standing in an open field. The wind was blowing and it felt like heaven in the hot sun. All the tall grass blades around my legs were leaning in the direction of a full-grown tree. When I heard a whisper, I looked to the tree to see where it was coming from. There, I saw someone hide behind it just as I looked in their direction. Giggles were floating on the wind, and I knew that it was a girl behind that tree. I tried walking over there to check her out, but the distance didn't close between me and the tree. Still, I tried running harder, and the distance never shortened. I woke up before I could reach her and just in time to miss my ride home back here in reality. It's still pretty amazing that I dreamed. Maybe it will happen again. Maybe I'll get to see that chick... she sounded really cute. 4/24/20 I slept in again today. It might be something in that food. I've been eating more of it since all the portable survival meals were on the transport that's still in town. It might be another few days before my translator gets back, or the government finds me a replacement. I hope it won't be another weasel. If they don't hurry up I might lose my mind before they get back. The food is starting to taste good. It's probably more because I'm losing my mind out here. I even dreamed again last night. I was sitting at the food of that same tree I tried chasing down from the last dream. The wind was still blowing, and I heard humming this time. Someone was humming a tune. I bet it was that girl because I began to get really into it. Into what exactly, I couldn't say for sure... It was just a tune that I could sink into. It just felt like a dozen romance stories rolled into one single moment, coming true in my own perception. I had that all encompassing warmth that you feel after waking up from a great nap and falling in love for the first time rolled into one. It was a bunch of warm baths all at the same time. It was a sensation I never wanted to lose. All these feelings were riding on the wind, guided by her sweet voice. I knew she had to be the cause of those feelings. My ears were soaking up her beautiful song like nectar from a flower. A long, content sigh escaped my lips in my dream, and I am sure I probably did it out loud in my sleep. It would not be surprising after feeling as good as I felt in the dream. It even feels good now just writing about it, sitting here awake. It's stupid, but I feel like getting this job done. Like, I just can't sit here anymore. I've got things to do. 4/24/20 I would be working diligently right now if I wasn't so exhausted. Writing these words is about all I can do besides sleep. I just figured I could squeeze the last bits of my energy before I finally give in to the fatigue and let sleep claim me. Possibly, I will have dreams to sleep on again. It's been a good day, though. I sadly could not further my investigation without the translator, but I made up for last time by participating with the tribe some. They showed me the basics of their culture, how to start a fire, and what the hunters took with them, where they bathed... I actually had to bathe, but I waited when most of them finished so I would be alone. It's not like I hadn't used a public shower before, but quite a few of them were being too"friendly" with each other. There were over a dozen of them, and they all teamed up with each other in pairs, some in triplets, and I think there was a group of four. Not to mention the way a bunch of them stared at me. I swear they were thinking of inviting me. It was a little hard to tell amongst the masses of wet scaly bodies. Shades of glistened in the sun from the river they cleaned in. I'm not very sure... judging by how relaxed and intimate with each other they were, if they were there to get clean at all. They certainly smelled better when they finished. Though, I don't I know if I ever smelled anything like that. It was familiar, but I can't put claw on it. The shaman helped me out by giving me a tied up sac of herbs. They were simple instructions; wet, lather, and then dip myself down to rinse. Then he proceeded to bless me. At least, it was something similar to what he did the first night which the translator claimed was a blessing. I had to stand there and smell repulsive for at least another five minutes while holding a bag of weeds as a lizard dressed like a gazelle muttered incoherent passages to me with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, he gave me this confused look like he couldn't figure out why I was still standing there. At that point I huffed and stomped away feeling like a fool. Crazy how a savage could make a dragon of high-class status, such as myself, feel so awkward. I usually handle myself well, even when alienated in a group of savages. Probably losing my touch, no big deal, I guess. I went to the water hole to stand behind a tree and undress. I figured whatever standards these lizards had they probably couldn't resist staring at me. I'm sure an exotic dragoon getting naked would definitely strike their fancy. The whole way there I kept getting stared at. One of them, I think, licked their lips. It could be my imagination. I don't really mind. Although, I think that would have bothered me... but it didn't this time. It's true I have a good figure and all. I work out plenty enough. That might get me into an unwanted situation here, though. The water felt surprisingly great to my scales. That bag of whatever it was softened instantly once I got it wet. I was afraid it might rip and it's content would fall out, but it held together. It was so refreshing. The smells emitting from that herbal mix was more than welcomed to be rubbed over my body. I think others were staring and might have been treated to how much I enjoyed the bath. It couldn't be helped. Something inside me just wanted to take in that wonderful feeling. Besides, it's the first bath in days, and I am the type to usually keep clean. The only real problem I have with the way they clean is those thorns, or whatever, they accidentally put in the herbal sacks. As I was bathing my slit, something nicked me. It was as painful as a barb from a rose running just along my inner line. It subsided after a second, making it a mere jolt of pain. The few lizards that happened to be there at the time began chuckling as if there were some kind of inside joke. Their smiles were... strange. The strangest thing happened then. I began blushing. I couldn't figure out why I was so embarrassed, but my face was hot and perspired sweat at how ashamed I felt. That was very strange for me. As perplexing as that thought is, I must discontinue with this writing. My eyelids are closing by themselves. 4/25/20 Another glorious dream! It's crazy how they set my mood by the time I'm awake. I don't have time to write now, but hopefully later. 4/25/20 I checked to see if the transport came back yet. No sign of it, and I think my slit might be infected or something. It itches... sort of... When I press my paw against it there's no irritation. If there's no contact then it begins to itch and cause me problems. I would say there's swelling, but it's not the scratch that swells. This is really embarrassing, even when I write it down in my private journal. Whenever my slit begins to get that itchy feeling I have to rub it. When I rub that area... I discover how sensitive I am down there. Then I get a little hard, and I have to stop rubbing. If I don't, then I will have to find a private place and get relief. Then it's get itchy! I think it won't be long before I hunt down a private place and give in to the rubbing. It feels better than it normally does to touch there, which makes no sense because I've gone longer than this without sexual relief. It becomes more difficult to stop rubbing there every moment that passes. I'm using all the self-control I have. I will most certainly cave in if another dream like this morning happens again. So weird how I never had dreams before and now they are consistent and relentless. The girl in my dream was humming again... oh, that sweet beautiful sound! It was good to hear. The sound must have been stronger this time because it just seemed to take me over completely with blissful peace. In the dream, I stayed sitting contently against the base of that same tree with that familiar breeze brushing across my scales. The sun's rays still warmed my body. You could say I was paralyzed by good feelings. That would have been good enough, but it got even better. As my eyes were closed, I could only feel her tail coiling over my neck. The appendage hugged my throat in a sensual embrace. This proved she wanted me. It was more than exciting to know as it curved and hugged me so invitingly. We both stayed like that till I woke up. Her voice filled me, and her tail captivated me till the end came. I don't even know why I bother to wake up anymore. That's enough time wasted; back to the dream I go. 4/26/20 I am awake earlier this morning, and I can't get back to sleep. My dream continued from where it left off the last time. My sweet lady was there as I expected. I was in her arms as they held me close, lying back against her slender flat chest. She was smooth... like me. I looked down at those hands clasped around my chest and witnessed some of her for the first time. They were green scales with short claws painted red. Her humming was vibrating through my back like the best massage ever. The sensations I can not explain, but I can say they make me want to just... give in. To what, I don't know. It was just such a liberal feeling to have. I can go out and deal with this day and the time that separates me and her. I can't wait to sleep. It makes the burden of this slit of mine somewhat easier. Speaking of which, it hasn't gotten better. My own shaft is pressing out some, and it's embarrassing to think I will have to go through the day like with it like this. I hope I will be lucky enough to survive the embarrassment. 4/26/20 I have to confess. I need to have this off my chest, and there is no lizard here who understands a single word I say. This journal is all I have to confide in. Later in the day, my slit began to act up real bad. I had to rub, and then my cock wanted to jump out and party. I had to duck out into a hut. I don't know what gave me away. I thought I dodged out of sight pretty fast. My breathing was really loud, though. That could have been it. It's all besides the point now. This lizard, one of the leading hunters I actually remembered. I don't know how I knew him well enough to remember that bit of information, but I do. He also had a certain smirk whenever he looked at me that gave off this feeling, and it was another good indicator to tell who he was. But that's beside the point. He was in the hut with me, and I was trying to hold my cock down in my pants. I was barely standing up in the tiny room. My tongue was hanging out I was so heated by the... injury, I guess you could call it. The hunter simply stared at me with that little smirk. The itch seemed to be stronger whenever I saw the smile, or maybe that was just something about me. That lizard began moving closer to me. I suddenly felt like his prey, and that smile seemed more predatory when I glanced at his eyes every so often. I didn't know any words of their language to ask why he looked at me like that, and I wouldn't understand any replies he made. The way he moved indicated something of what he was thinking. I didn't know what to do, so standing there was the only option I had. My shaft was resisting my paw and throbbing eagerly at the sudden feeling of embarrassment and fear of what might be coming up. The hunter took all the small dingy cloth that covered his groin, and he was almost ready to go as much as I was. He took another few steps closer to me and stood with his paws on his side like he wanted me to get him to where I was at. I simply stared up, very unsure what to do. I felt so lost, most of all really horny. Then I thought about that and decided that it was reasonable. Comprehending that in that state, vulnerable and in more heat than I could have ever imagined, it seemed reasonable to... So I did. It felt too good. I don't remember ever being so hot or turned on. When my paw touched him, I thought I would cum right there. It felt different than just stroking me off. I was getting someone else hard, really hard for that matter. It was all my doing and I think I was doing it pretty good too. The way that lizard practically folded in on me as I started getting into it. I didn't even notice him getting closer, but then I was too far gone. Then I took him into my mouth. I know I didn't have to, but I did it. I couldn't stop starring at how thick it was. It shouldn't be anything new. A penis is a penis, but that was cock in my mouth and it was great. My lips handled his girth really well, and it was fairly simple to take him in further when he pressed hips at me. The whole time I was jerking myself to the fact that this overwhelming heat was making me do something I would never have done before. Now that I look back at it... I'm slightly grateful. I didn't have to do all that much work when he was pounding himself into my mouth. His hips were smacking my face, but that rough sentiment made it more obvious how badly we both wanted this. It wasn't long before his length began draining itself down my throat. I was lucky to let instinct guide me, and I took it pretty well without breathing it in. That cock was so tasty. I don't believe this is me writing this right now. My own orgasm was tribute to how much I enjoyed it, though. There's no denying something when it feels so great! I should feel weird about this, but I don't. I'm going crazy. I know for sure now. Sleep will be good. Maybe I shouldn't have any dreams tonight. Thinking about them and how I seemed to...change... I don't know. Like I said, I'm crazy. I'm going to bed, though. Gonna need the rest. 4/27/20 She doesn't care. She made it clear to me that it doesn't matter if I please myself. It pleased her. I showed her that I could be open minded and it was attractive to her. I can't explain how she told me this, but I know it's what she is thinking. She's all the more attracted to me now that I was able to show her how open minded I can be. It's hard to tell if I'm awake or asleep. I'm always aroused, and constantly I find myself needing to hear her voice, feel her close to me. She's practically here with me now. Whether or not she is a dream, I can't tell for sure. I know for sure that I will be going back out to see if the hunter will notice I'm hard again, that I need more of him. It will impress her greatly. She promised I would be rewarded if I continued proving my ability to love. I can love anyone, especially her. I can prove this. 4/27/20 I've done all I can, and I hope she is happy now. I tell her now that I loved how the hunter and his friends escorted me back here, where they asleep now after such an exhausting venture. She should be impressed how I had worn them out and still I sit writing. For her I can do this with ease. She knew that as well. The hunter from yesterday had red paint on, and his friends had paint on as well, one blue and another yellow. Each one of them enjoyed my body as much as I did theirs. We did everything. These lizards truly know how to relieve their inner desires with a passion. I had the red hunter in my mouth first. Remembering the taste of his cock put me on my knees and begging as soon as we came back here. He knew my intentions when he saw me walking about the tribe. I sported a fairly hard cock hanging out of my slit. The wound or rash, or whatever, seems to be almost a permanent thing. As I took him into my mouth, his friends were taking places around me. They were clever enough to know this was my first time, and, after a long evening of switching, the blue hunter with the smallest cock had his time with me first. At first it was quite uncomfortable, but it helped me concentrate. Then I enjoyed after he really gave it to me. I never knew something like that could feel so good. After he finished in me, the yellow painted hunter got up from having his way with my cock in front of me and took his turn, all the while I nursed the red hunter with my eager muzzle. The yellow hunter was not much bigger, unlike Red in front of me. Except, what he lacked in the comparable size he made up for in raw power. He was quite rough, and it was much thanks to all that cum that the blue one dumped in me that it felt so mind blowing and not more painful. My tail still feels bruised when he was grappling it with his claws. He stretched me with a passion that made Blue's lovemaking seem very tame in comparison. Yellow also had a big load to deliver. At that point, Red was stroking me as Blue had his cock cleaned by my tongue. The taste was quite demoralizing, but the feelings were so great when I was getting fucked so hard from behind. Then the whole group made their switch again, coming around full circle. By then, I had picked up on how things worked. My tail was wagging like a dog in heat when I felt red grab my ass and pressed his aching shaft up against my hole. I went nuts with all the teasing he did, luckily he didn't take it too far and pounded me. His large size and the confidence that radiated from him while he fucked me in such a way that I knew he was the leader. By the way he controlled my body with its own lust by pounding me into the ground... There are many missing words to describe how great he felt behind me. And when he finished we all pretty much ended up like this, them asleep in my bed and me staying up to write my testimony for her. This is for her. This is to show her I'm ready to be hers. I want it more than anything. 4/30/20 Good news, dear journal. I've finally arrived. My wonderful, beautiful queen has finally revealed herself to me. The dream seems to have merged with what used to be reality. A secret place among the tribal grounds held her in waiting for me. Before I woke up, she told me exactly where to go and how to find her. When I came to her so willingly, she took me in. I had never been instructed on the ways of humility, but it was instinct that brought me to my knees in front of her. It was instinct that made me bow and let her pet my head. Her locks of gold hair resting on such succulent green scales made me quiver and question if I was aloud to look at such beauty. Those eyes drew me in and completely distracted me from what was right in front of my muzzle. I was so distracted that I didn't notice that this wasn't a"she". My queen was a"he". He was petting me and controlling me. He was the one that had been in my dreams for days and days. He was the one that made me understand this by the mere movement of his lips. There's no understanding of what He was saying. I only comprehended when He was finished speaking. Then He took pleasure from after he made me realize what my place was. This is my place now. I was brought here to take whoever's place. My body and money will be more adequate for my Queen. I would be filled with utter joy by this if I weren't already happy enough to serve her for the rest of my life. My queen even says that I will get to have time with the hunters as long as she gives permission. I have to go now. I need to make a call on my cell. My queen was holding it for me the whole time. I need to call my wife. The whole tribe is male, but it will need a way to survive. That's where she will come in.

FSE

Title: Dr. Snip Ch. 09 Tags: time travel It appeared as if Gloria was going to stay the night with Steve and Angel. Having two extremely sexy women wanting you; should have been every red-blooded man's dream. However Gloria was the 26th Century's Queen of Sex, and she had almost killed him the last time they had made love. Which had only been a few hours ago, there was no way Steve wanted to be the meat in their sandwich tonight. The truly scary thing was that Gloria could enflame him at will, using her futuristic potency drugs. However he dreaded to think what long-term damage these drugs would do to his body, and wanted to avoid finding out. He had just finished his rabbit stew; which he had wolfed down to try and satisfy the ravenous hunger caused by the aforementioned drugs. It was ironic that he had just castrated and crucified a man to save a rabbits life, and was then offered a rabbit stew for his supper. You don't have to be insane to get through life but it doe's help, he thought to himself, as he tried to think of a way out of this situation. 'Alison! I have to go and see Alison' he cried in relief. 'Who the is Alison?' asked Gloria. 'Alison is Steve's 20th Century woman, he is trying to get her pregnant,' explained Angel helpfully. 'Yes Gloria, I have promised to try and get her pregnant and this is the best night to try. I'm sure an expert like yourself knows all about women's cycles etc,' he said more in hope than anticipation. He was fortunate that Gloria was incapable of interfering in the process of getting a British woman pregnant. It was her main purpose in life, and she would never deny another woman the chance. 'Ok Steve, Angel and I will allow this Alison to join us in bed with you,' she said magnanimously. 'Oh for fucks sake Angel, please explain to your mother the taboos of this century. I'll see you tomorrow'. Discretion being the better part of valour, he jumped out leaving them to sort it out between them. Steve had left Alison in order to find her missing children. He had discovered that the children were just bait in a trap for him and his QT device. The children had apparently never been in any danger, and had made their way back to the Orphanage safely. Steve could have jumped back in time to meet Alison mere seconds after he had left her, but he was realising the difference between Linear Time and Biological time. In order to achieve any logical continuity he had to stick to his biological time reference, or he would get himself in a right temporal muddle. Consequently as it had been almost two days since he had last seen her, he had to make a spatial jump to the Orphanage without any temporal factor. He had left Alison after making love to her in the country, outside the town in which the Orphanage was situated. It was nighttime in Thailand, when he materialised in the Orphanage. Alison was on duty and patrolling the premises, when she saw him approaching her. 'Hello Stranger,' she said beaming her brilliant smile at her lover. Steve hugged her to him and kissed her lovingly. 'Sorry I had to whiz off darling but it was an emergency,' he said. She took him into the kitchen and made him a cup of tea, while he brought her up to date on Angel and her mother Gloria. Steve had wrestled with his conscience, concerning whether he should tell Alison about his sexual experiences with Gloria. In the end it was more pragmatism than honesty; that made him tell her everything that had happened without editing out the sexual bits. Steve knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Angel would tell Alison all about him fucking Gloria. Not in any vindictive or troublemaking way, but simply because to Angel's mind it was of no more importance than telling Alison about the rabbit stew he had eaten for his supper. 'Wow Steve, this takes a bit of absorption. I know you are fucking Angel, which I have no right to complain about as I came along much later. But I really don't know what to think about you fucking Angel's mother. How old is she for fuck's sake?' said Alison Steve knew he was in Deep Shit here, and decided the only way to show Alison his side of the story, was to introduce her to Gloria. Without further ado, he jumped them both back to his house. As he had only been gone ten minutes, Angel and Gloria were still in the kitchen chatting. Angel showed no surprise, when a frowning Alison appeared out of the air. Gloria was still getting used to people popping in and out of thin air, and jumped in surprise when they materialised. 'Hello Ali,' said an unperturbed Angel giving her a big hug and a kiss. 'Glad you could join us; I would like to introduce my Mother. Dr. Alison Fairweather, please meet Lady Gloria Black, First Handmaiden to the King.' Although Angel and Gloria had gone to the future to change their clothes Angel had chosen to wear jeans and tee shirt, and had suggested that Gloria do the same. She explained that it would help them blend in with the 20th Century. Gloria cavilled at this, preferring to wear one of her spray on cat suits. It was only when Angel pointed out the difficulty of fucking whilst wearing a cat suit compared to a pair of jeans, that Gloria saw reason and capitulated to her daughters suggestion. Consequently Alison first saw Gloria in casual wear, leaning against the cooker eating a slice of toast. She was shorter than Alison, and if truth were said a bit plumper. She had a beautiful face with brilliant green eyes, framed by shoulder length auburn hair. 'Pleased to meet you Alison, I can call you Alison? Angel tells me that you are lovers,' said Gloria ' I can see why my daughter is interested in you, you are a very beautiful woman.' Alison blushed under Gloria's admiring gaze and grabbed hold of Steve's arm for protection. Although if asked she couldn't say what it was that she felt she needed protecting from. This little woman seemed to radiate Sex in palpable waves; that filled the kitchen and resonated in Alison's groin. 'You are hereby forgiven Steve,' she whispered. ' I don't know what it is about Gloria, but I want to have sex with her and I've only just met her.' 'And that's at a distance,' he replied ' for fucks sake don't let her touch you with her nails or you'll be well and truly fucked. I know, I have the tee shirt.' 'Mother behave yourself in company, Ali is family and I love her. Turn off the sub-harmonics and be good,' scolded Angel smiling at her mother. 'You spoil all my fun Angela, I was only playing' said Gloria pouting prettily. Suddenly it was as if Alison had emerged from a spell, and Gloria became just a very attractive woman, instead of a Sexual siren. 'Please forgive Mother Ali, she is genetically designed for Sex and Procreation, and has the unofficial title of "Queen of Sex" in our time.' 'Thank you daughter, I can speak for myself,' interrupted Gloria. 'I do apologise Alison, I sometimes forget myself when I find myself surrounded by attractive people. As Steve has warned you I am fitted with Injectors under my nails that can dispense sexual enhancers. Also if I hum a certain song, it acts as a sub-harmonic stimulant which basically means that every one within range gets horny.' 'Now we have been properly introduced Alison, is there any chance of Sex please? Angel has explained to me that Steve is wary of Sexual drugs and I'm to stop using them on him. I don't think that's fair at all, how can I possibly compete with you two beautiful young girls without my secret tricks?' Steve jumped in with the reminder to Alison, that this was only Gloria being 26th Century polite, and Alison could simply decline without causing offence. Alison however was a bit pissed off at Steve over his dalliance with Gloria and thought she would pay him back for that. 'Nonsense Steve, it would be rude of me to refuse such a compliment. I would be only to happy to relax with the girls while you get some well earned rest in the spare bedroom. I assume you can get me back to the Orphanage in your customary ten seconds,' said Alison smiling at a stunned Steve. Like most drug induced highs Steve's had run it's course and he was now feeling exhausted. He honestly hadn't planned on having sex with Alison tonight, he had hoped for a cuddle and a sleep. This arrangement although surprising in the extreme suited him fine, and with kisses all round he staggered up the stairs to bed. When Steve was out of earshot, Angel and Gloria sat down with Alison and told her of their plan to reward Steve for saving Gloria's life. 'The silly man thought I would be happy to just cook him a meal,' snorted Gloria. ' We Aristocrats pay our debts fully and with interest, and he is going to be rewarded whether he likes it or not.' Alison listened with wonder, as the girls spelled out their plan for Steve. As far as she could understand it, he couldn't ask for a better reward than the one planned for him by these two women. 'Was your offer of Sex just a ploy to get him out of the way?' asked Alison slightly disappointedly. 'Good lord No my dear young girl, I would really like to get to know you better,' said Gloria. ' How better to get to know someone than by enjoying each other in bed?' 'Can I just ask if it isn't a taboo subject, how old are you Gloria?' asked Alison curiously. Gloria smiled at the girl's impertinence, and leaning over whispered into Alison's ear. 'Oh you lucky bitch, how the fuck can you look so fucking gorgeous?' exclaimed Alison in shock and envy. 'It's all in the Genes dear girl, all in the Genes,' replied Gloria proudly. Giggling together they all went upstairs to the main bedroom. Angel knew that despite her words, Alison was still very nervous about making love to women. She also knew what to do about this. While Gloria was unconcernedly undressing by the bed, Angel told Alison to stand still while she undressed her. Alison was happy to stand there as Angel removed her blouse and skirt, followed by her bra and knickers until she was standing naked in front of Gloria. 'Don't move Ali while I get undressed ordered Angel. She kissed Ali lightly on the mouth, whilst slapping her naked bottom in warning of what she would do if Alison dared to move. Angel was a dominant personality, and knew that Alison needed to be dominated, in order to allow her to really enjoy lesbian sex. Alison felt safe with Angel; she envied her total confidence in herself and knew that it was based on solid fact. She had learned that Angel possessed frightening weapons built into her. Also she was armoured with an invisible sub-dermal mesh; that could stop a knife or a bullet from piercing her body. 'OH MY GOD Angel! Alison is so hairy, I have never seen so much pubic hair in my life' exclaimed Gloria, in surprise at her first sight of a naked 20th Century woman. Gloria walked over to a blushing Alison, and examined her body closely. 'Don't worry dear I won't hurt you, I'm just fascinated by all this hair. Look you've even got hair under your arms, and there is a fine covering all over your body. What on earth do you need all this hair for?' Alison looked to Angel for help. 'She might be a hairy little minx Mother but I can vouch for the fact that she fucks like a rabbit. She has made me beg for mercy before now,' said Angel, putting her naked arms around Alison and cupping her breasts. 'She's also got nice firm tits and a tight little bum as well' continued Angel, nibbling Alison's neck and slipping a possessive hand between her legs to rub her to wetness. Gloria was brushing her fingers lightly over Alison's breasts, to feel the light downy hair that covered her body. 'Please Gloria you're embarrassing me,' pleaded Alison feeling as if she was a hairy gorilla, compared to the smooth porcelain skin of the 26th Century women. 'Shhhh Ali darling, I just want to touch you' whispered Gloria, and holding Alison's head in her hands kissed her deeply on her mouth. With Angel's fingers working inside her labia, and Gloria's tongue working inside her mouth, Alison was brought to a surprised orgasm as she was sandwiched between their naked bodies. Gloria was unfortunate enough to be within reach of Alison's teeth, and yelled in pain as Alison bit her hard on her neck in passion. 'Ow you little fucker, that hurt,' she complained rubbing her neck. 'Sorry Gloria, when I bite Angel she doesn't complain, do you my sexy Amazon?' she purred. Alison began rubbing her now wet pubes onto Angel's fingers to drive them deeper into her body. 'I should think not, the amount of credit it cost her to have herself armoured' grumbled Gloria, looking around for a mirror to inspect the damage. 'Don't worry mum, its just a love bite, and I assume you have had more than your fair share of those in your life' said Angel. Angel patted Alison on her naked bottom, and told her to go and kneel on the bed. 'As you have hurt Gloria it is only fair that you lick her to orgasm, whilst I play with you,' said Angel to Alison, as Gloria lay on her back on the bed and opened her legs. Alison knelt between Gloria's legs and had a perfect view of a totally hairless vagina. Alison was happy to lick Gloria, and opening her labia with her fingers proceed to do so with enthusiasm. Gloria was so pleased and relaxed by this; that she unconsciously began to hum her little tune to herself. This was something she always did during sex, and it had become a part of her seduction of a new lover. The sub-harmonics filled the room, enhancing their already excited sexual organs and bringing them all close to orgasm. Alison stopped licking Gloria long enough to gasp 'what are you doing back there Angel, you're going to make me come again.' 'I'm rubbing my nipples over your bottom, if you must know Miss Nosy. Just concentrate on licking my Mother and allow me to play with your arse,' replied Angel running her nipple between the cheeks of Alison's bottom. As she had warned Angel, the feeling of nipples brushing against her naked bottom caused Alison to orgasm again, splashing Angel with her juices. Angel smiled her wicked smile, as she allowed Alison's juices to flow into her cupped hand. Crawling up to Alison's head she grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her mouth away from Gloria's vagina. Alison opened her mouth to ask what was going on, Angel put her hand that was full of Alison's cunt juice over her open mouth, and ordered her to drink it all up and lick her hand clean afterwards. When she had complied, Alison thought to ask what it was that she had just drunk. 'It was your own cunt juice you oversexed bitch,' replied Angel rubbing the remnant of Alison's juices over her face. 'Oh you dirty Bitch, I'll get you for that don't you fret,' promised Alison as Angel pushed her face back onto Gloria's wet cunt. 'Threaten me will you?' growled Angel now fully aroused, and lowering her head to Alison's bottom, she bit her arse cheek leaving a set of indentations like a brand. 'You're my bitch Ali, and don't you forget it or there will be spankings over my knee' she threatened, fingering Alison's wet cunt again until once more she orgasmed. As Alison orgasmed for the third time, Gloria chose that moment to have her first one, and holding Alison's head tightly to her groin by her hair came over Alison's face. If Gloria's humming caused such a sexual reaction in those around her, then her howl of orgasmic passion was guaranteed to push those close to orgasm well over the edge. Angel doubled over, as her orgasm smashed into her unexpectedly. 'Oh you fucking cunt Mother,' she gasped as waves of pleasure ran through her body. 'I was trying to hold out a bit longer before I came.' Gloria just smiled and asked Alison to 69 her. ' I want a good close look at your hairy cunt dear,' she explained as Alison positioned herself as requested. 'No Alison, you have already licked her now its my turn said Angel, repositioning Alison so she was still squatting over Gloria's face, but now had her head between Angels legs. 'Knock yourself out Mother,' said Angel. ' Lick my cunt Bitch,' she ordered Alison. Whilst Alison was licking Angel, Gloria was running her fingers though Alison's pubic hair. She was enthralled at its thickness, and felt the need to rub her face in it. She breathed in Alison's musky smell, and relished the taste of her juices on her tongue. Gloria had fucked lots of women in her long life, but this hairy cunt was a first, and she wanted to be able to remember this for a long time. She had honestly forgotten that she was still humming her tune; when Alison coming into her mouth and over her face reminded her of it; 'You sexy fucker' she spluttered, rubbing her eyes where Alison's juices had splashed. Angel had been concentrating on the feel of Alison's tongue on her labia, and was nearing her own orgasm. She was very pleased that despite having a sub-dermal armoured mesh all over her body, she could still feel something as light and titillating as a woman's tongue on her most private of places. Thinking of Alison licking her pushed her into her second orgasm. This was a gentler one, and she moaned with pleasure as she felt her own love juices flowing out of her vagina and over her lovers face. As all the girls had now orgasmed, some more than once, they snuggled up to each other and went to sleep. The next morning Steve woke up feeling more like his old self, he staggered towards the shower but was stopped by three naked women. 'Oh no you don't mister,' said Angel, ' Gloria wants us all to share a shower and your primitive plastic box isn't big enough. We are all going to go to my place where we can have a proper shower and breakfast together.' Angel had already packed his clothes and sword, so the next thing he knew he was being thrown bodily into Angel's pool in her apartment in 26th Century London. With squeals of delight the girls jumped in after him, and the soaping and fun began. Alison was really enjoying herself; she had already formed a bond with Angel, and looked upon her as a friend and protector. She found herself really attracted to Gloria, so much so that she had to be reassured that there were no sexual tricks involved. Alison had never thought she would ever make love to a woman, but Angel had shown her how liberating it could be. Alison had to admit that the dangerous aura that surrounded Angel, contributed to her desire for her. She was attracted to Gloria in quite a different way. Gloria was, despite her rampant sexuality, a Mother figure. Now Alison knew her true age she simply couldn't be jealous of her. Gloria exuded love and comfort, as well as sheer sexuality. Alison could totally relax in her arms, and enjoy the feeling of being loved by a woman. It was Gloria who left the pool first, claiming that she had to cook the breakfast. While she was gone, Alison and Steve played under the artificial waterfall that served as Angels shower. Angel had gone into her bedroom to programme her spray booth, for when she eventually decided to get dressed. 'I love you Dr. Fairweather,' said Steve kissing her lovingly. 'I love you Dr. Snip,' she replied rubbing her naked body against his. 'Oh no Ali, Dr. Snip isn't here, only ordinary old Steven Steele. I'm beginning to think I suffer from a split personality lately,' he confided. 'When I'm with you I am Steve, ex-para, ex-cop all round good guy. However of late when I am on a mission I become Dr. Snip psychopath and murderer. Perhaps its just my mind trying to distance itself from what Snip doe's, but I have noticed it and it seems to work for me.' 'We all have Dark sides Steve, if anyone tried to hurt my children I don't know what I would do. Until I am tested I can't judge you and I won't.' 'Come on kid's stop fucking about and get your breakfast,' yelled Gloria from the kitchen. They were all starving, and wearing bathrobes, fell upon the large cooked breakfast like wolves. Steve was tucking into the bacon and eggs with lots of toast. His body was demanding food to replace the vast amounts of energy expended, due to the drugs he had been given by Gloria. Angel always ate well; her body ran hot due to her high metabolism and needed lots of fuel to keep her going. Gloria also ate well, due to the amount of sexual energy she expended on a regular basis. Alison tried her best but was soon full, so busied herself making and serving the copious amounts of tea that everyone consumed. 'Do you still get your Tea from India?' she asked as she poured. 'Oh yes,' replied Gloria, ' India is back under British rule again as is South Africa, pass the toast please Steve.' After they had eaten their fill, Angel noticed Gloria's hands slipping under Steve's robe. 'Mother behave yourself, he will need his energy today.' 'Sorry dear,' said Gloria contritely removing her hand. Steve was surprised when all the girls gathered around him after breakfast and helped him get dressed. They seemed determined that he would look his best. When they were satisfied they told him to sit still and not move, until they had got dressed. After such a massive breakfast, Steve was happy to be able to sit quietly and digest his food in peace. The girls were in Angel's dressing room, Alison looked on, as Angel stood naked except for a thong, in her spray booth. For this occasion she had chosen a modest black colour, which setoff her blond hair perfectly. Gloria was going to wear a pink cat suit, until Angel threatened to spank her. In the end she chose a dark green cat suit; that matched her eyes. Alison watched in fascination as the spray booth evenly sprayed to insulating material onto the women's naked bodies until it appeared they were wearing skin tight cat suits. Angel persuaded Alison to try out a spray on cat suit, she assured her that if it didn't suit her she could quickly wash it off. Alison chose a deep golden colour, and was pleasantly surprised that her body looked pretty good in it. Angel found a gold chain to act as a belt, and a gold headband to hold back Alison's blond hair. 'I look like one of Charlie's Angels, she thought to herself. She was surprised when Gloria then put on a green cape, edged with white ermine. Angel also wore a cape, black but without the fur. 'Do I get a cape?' asked Alison. 'No dear,' said Gloria, 'I am an Aristocrat so I am entitled to wear a cape trimmed with ermine. Angel is my blood daughter so can wear a cape but isn't allowed ermine. You are a British commoner so you aren't allowed a cape, its all tradition at these sort of things,' she explained offhandedly. Alison wasn't worried about wearing a cape, she was looking forward to seeing the look on Steve's face as he saw her all but naked in public. Steve was amazed and delighted when the three girls returned, and stood before him in all their glory. 'You are all very beautiful,' he said admiringly, ' what's the occasion?' 'We have all been invited to meet a friend of mine' said Gloria, nodding to Angel. Without further warning, Angel jumped them all to a large lawn behind an imposing building. Steve thought he should know this place, but it wouldn't come to him. There was a small group of people standing under an open sided marquee, and Gloria led them towards it. The group of people turned to watch as they approached. It consisted of one large handsome man, surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women. The man was big and strong, well over 6ft tall with an aura of unconscious power emanating from him. His face was pure Aristocratic, clean cut with good bone structure. His hair was a thick wavy blond mane that hung to his broad shoulders, and his eyes were a brilliant blue. Those eyes were focused on Steve as he approached, noting the archaic dress and the hilt of a sword protruding from the sheath sewn into the spine of the greatcoat. 'Welcome Steven Steele,' he said in a deep masculine voice, ' I have heard good things about you. I owe you a great favour for saving my favourite Handmaiden.' Steve realised he was in the presence of the King of Great Britain, Richard the Seventh. They were gathered on the back lawn of Buckingham Palace. Angel had previously informed him, that this man ruled most of the world, and influenced the rest. He was the nearest thing to genetic purity that 26th Century science could produce. He was a certified genius with an IQ off the scale, and as well as running the Country in partnership with the Govenment, he managed to service as many women as his sexually enhanced body could handle. However we all have Favourite's, and Gloria was the King's Favourite and had been for years. Richard loved his sexy little minx, and Angel as a representative of the BTO had asked for an Audience. She told him that Steve had rescued Gloria from certain death; he was shocked that anyone would want to hurt his darling let alone kill her. Being sincerely grateful, he asked Angel what Steve would like as a reward. Angel explained Steve's self appointed mission in life, and how it had made him a hunted man in the eyes of the 20th Century police, and the 26th Century BTO. The King almost growled like the lion he resembled, when he heard of the type of criminals that Steve, as Dr. Snip hunted. Richard was a Briton, and had inherited the love and respect that all Britons felt for their children. The sort of criminal that Dr. Snip hunted in the 20th Century; was all but eradicated in Britain in the 26th Century. Anyone found guilty of such a crime against the young, was stripped of their Citizenship and forcibly ejected from the country. Worse yet their genetic material was removed from the State banks, and destroyed, Angel had asked that the King give Steven Steele a.k.a. Dr. Snip, a Royal Pardon for his past and future crimes. This effectively meant that the BTO would get off his back and leave him alone. This was a big thing to ask for, but Richard agreed and had the Royal Pardon drawn up on vellum to hand to Steve with his personal thanks. Steve was called forward by one of the beautiful escorts to the King. Unsure of the protocol to be followed, Steve settled for a Japanese style bow from the waist, whilst keeping his eyes on the Kings face. Richard handed him the vellum, and told him that he had been given a Royal Pardon, for his past and future activities in his mission to protect the children of the world. The king told him that the vellum was just a symbol. The real pardon was impressed onto his implant, and recorded with the World Brain for perpetuity. Steve didn't know what to say so just thanked the King, and bowed again from the waist. This brought his sword to the attention of Richard, who asked about it. When told by Angel that it was the legendary Excalibur itself, Richard asked if he might hold it for a while. Steve couldn't refuse, and drawing the sword handed it hilt first to the king. 'So this is Excalibur, the most famous of British swords, thought lost but now found,' said Richard in awe, feeling the weight and perfect balance of the shining blade of Kings. 'Kneel please Steven Steele,' he asked holding the sword in both hands. Such was the power of his voice that Steve knelt on the lawn, and felt the light touch of his own blade on both shoulders. 'Arise Sir Steven Steele, Knight of the British Empire,' ordered the King to polite applause from all there. Steve was surprised and pleased at the Honour but didn't realise its full import, until Gloria whispered to him that he was now a British Aristocrat and could impregnate Angel if he so wished. The King reluctantly handed back his sword, and he sheathed it in a daze. Steve saw Angel looking at him in a strange way, as was Alison. He decided to think about the ramifications of this tomorrow, and followed the King to the buffet table, and the Bar. After nibbles and more than a few drinks, Steve was finding Richard a fine fellow. Gloria seemed to be attached to him at the hip, as Richard kept his arm around her. He constantly stroked her, as if to reassure himself that she was still there. The rest of the King's Harem seemed to accept this with good grace, and more than one of the beauties offered sex to Steve. He was very tempted, but catching Alison looking at him politely turned all offers down with a smile. He was inordinately pleased when he overheard the king offer sex to Angel. This was the highest honour a woman could hope for. He was preparing to congratulate Angel on this opportunity for sex with the most eligible bachelor on the planet, when to his total astonishment he heard her politely turn the King down. As the king good-naturedly accepted her answer and wandered away, Gloria looked daggers at her daughter and whispered 'what the fuck are you playing at you stupid girl? Angel flicked a glance at Steve and shrugged her lovely shoulders. 'You must be fucking joking girl, no woman turns down the King for a primitive, no matter how good he is in the sack.'hissed Gloria angrily. 'You told me you thought you loved Steve,' accused Angel hotly. 'Love has nothing to do with Genetics girl; the King is the best possible genetic match for you. Once you are pregnant by him, you can marry Steve if you wish and live happily ever after.' 'Yes mother, I agree totally, but unfortunately Steve just wouldn't be able to see it like that. If I was pregnant by another man he would leave me and I couldn't stand that.' 'Fuck me daughter, I now realise that my love for Steve is like a match compared to your sun. Take them home dearest daughter and I wish you all the luck in the world.' So saying Gloria moved back to her King's side, and snuggled into her place under his arm. Angel called Steve and Alison to her side, and with a last regretful look at her King, she jumped them back to Steve's Kitchen. 'Another eventful ten seconds' quipped Alison, 'I really have to be getting back to my children. I know in my head it will only have been ten seconds that I will have been away but my heart tells me different.' 'I'll take her Steve if you don't mind said Angel. So with a last lingering kiss from Alison, and a quick peck on the cheek from Angel the girls vanished. Steve was left to his own devices, and as was his habit he began to polish Excalibur. He sat and went over all that had happened to him, during the last day or so. All in all it had been a positive time for him. He had saved Mary and Gloria. He had made love to Mary and Gloria. He had killed the rogue Storm trooper. He had received a Royal Pardon from the King of Britain. He was now a Knight and an Aristocrat. It was this last positive event; that he feared would cause him the most trouble in his love life. He was a 20th Century man prone to jealousy; Alison was from his century and was also prone to jealousy. As long as he was her lover and was trying his best to give her a baby, he knew she tolerated Angel in his life. Angel had stated unequivocally, that she couldn't have a baby by Steve because he wasn't an Aristocrat. This had given Alison confidence that she was the main woman in his world. The ironic thing was that she was the main woman in his life. Would Angel decide to ask him to give her a baby? He prayed that she wouldn't, and felt like a big shit for thinking such a thing. He needed to do what he did so well, and kick Ass somewhere. He turned to his computer and called up any flagged items listed for his attention. He had meant what he had said to Alison, about Dr.Snip. Steve was coming to believe, that he was becoming a Jeckell and Hyde person. He had noticed that Snip was becoming more violent, as time went on. The rabbit business had shown Steve that Snip had overreacted, by crucifying the pervert as well as castrating him. He would make an effort to be more reasonable in future, perhaps even involve the police and let them deal with the culprits. Also the incident with Mary had brought home to him that adults were once children, so perhaps he should widen his area of involvement to include other crimes. Again in Mary's case Snip seemed to have overreacted, by amputating the bastard's arms and legs. Steve also belatedly realised that it was all very well for Snip to Amputate the mans arms and legs, but that meant that some poor bastard of a carer would be stuck waiting on the rapist for the rest of his life. He could hear Snip in the back of his mind, suggesting that they go to the Hospital where the man was, and finish the job. Thinking of Mary; made him accept the fact that he wanted to see her again. All the women in his world were becoming more and more complex, and Mary seemed to be the simplest of them all. Not simple as in daft, but simple as in uncomplicated. Perhaps if he helped the police a bit more and arranged it so they got to arrest more perverts and criminals, they might ease off in trying to catch him. Fat chance of that he thought gloomily. Anyway all this brooding was getting him nowhere, so he began to study the list of possibilities. One case caught Snip's interest, and he swore violently at the screen. A father had killed his four children by suffocating them, and then killed himself with a shot to the head. Snip was furious at the selfish fucking bastard. If he wanted to kill himself fine, but to kill innocent children, his own children at that, made Snip see red. He found himself gearing up for battle, as he downloaded the data into his implant. I don't give a flying fuck about your problems Mister he thought, but you are not taking your kids with you when you go. Such was his rage that he miscalculated the exact time, or perhaps the police records were inaccurate. The end result was that instead of arriving at the scene just before the event, he actually arrived just in time to hear a shot from inside the house where the family lived. Snip veritably snarled in annoyance, and was going to jump back a few minutes. Then to his surprise four men left the house, and jumping into a black van roared off in the direction of the nearby Motorway. Realising that he was too late to help the kids this time round, he decided to follow the van and find out what the fuck was going on here. He learnt from his mistakes the last time he tried to follow a van, this time he simply jumped onto the roof via his QT, stuck a tracer onto the steel roof and then jumped off again. Snip made himself comfortable on a nearby park bench, and closing his eyes monitored the progress of the van using his implant as it headed towards the nearest big town. Eventually it stopped, and Snip realised it had reached its destination. He Phase shifted and jumped to a location a few yards from the van, and stood still when he materialised. Standing still he was effectively invisible, so the men entering the building simply didn't see him. When they had all entered the building he followed stealthily. He watched as they knocked politely on a door; that was one of many along what was now obviously a Hotel corridor. The van had parked to the rear of the building, so Snip had no clue as yet to the particular Hotel he was in. He could have jumped into the room and laid about with his sword, but he wanted answers and decided to use one of his 26th Century gadgets that Merlin had given him. It was a mosquito to all intents and purposes, but this one was a miniature camera and sound recorder. It lived in a pocket of his utility belt next to his QT device, and this was the first opportunity he had to try it out. He removed it from the pocket, and via his implant sent it under the door and up onto the ceiling of the room. The four men were standing around a desk behind which a man was ranting. 'That will teach the fucking bitch to leave me. I can't wait to see her face when she comes home and discovers that her so fucking perfect second husband; has killed his three kids and the one they spawned together. This will pay her back for daring to divorce me when she found out what I really do for a living.' He was red faced and gesticulating wildly, as the four men stood uncomfortably in front of him. He calmed down enough to say 'Well done men here is your payment as agreed, you can now go back to your own city and forget this ever happened.' The leader of the four picked up the heavy envelope, and without a further word they left the room. 'It doesn't end here' the man muttered to himself, 'I'll wait until the cunt has buried her new family, and then I'll grab her and tell her it was me who killed them. Then I'll rape her for old times sake, and then kill her slowly. How dare she treat me like that how fucking dare she?' He screamed to the empty room. Snip stood outside the room digesting this information. It appears that he and the police had been cleverly mislead by the man inside the room, into thinking that the father had killed the kids and then committed suicide. Snip jumped to a nearby park, and sitting on a bench contacted Merlin and asked him to scan the files regarding the wife of the dead man. It was a matter of public record that the woman in question had indeed been married previously to a rich businessman, and had divorced him despite his attempts to dissuade her. Merlin's search engines had discovered deeply buried data, proving that the man was heavily involved in human trafficking. He supplied the whorehouses of Britain, with girls from the former Soviet Union. The police knew nothing of his illicit activities, and he had never been arrested. 'I think a page out of Little Red Riding Hood might work here, thought Snip as he jumped back in time to the family home. This time he arrived early and knocked on the door. A small neat looking man answered the door, and was obviously startled by the sight of a big man in a black greatcoat standing on his doorstep. 'Yes, can I help you?' He asked looking up at Snip. He was handed a calling card that simply had the name Dr. Snip embossed on it. 'Oh my God, what on earth could you want with me? I swear I am a good family man, and would never hurt children' he stammered obviously knowing Snip's fearsome reputation. 'Have no fear Bruce,' said Steve in a quiet voice, 'I'm not here for you, I've come to protect you and your children.' Bruce was tempted to accuse this man of joking, but one glance told him that there was very little humour in this wanted killer. 'Please come in and explain who is trying to hurt us,' said Bruce and ushered Snip into the living room. 'I need to know where you can go for a short while, do you have any relatives you can visit?' Steve asked calmly. 'Well there is always my Mother, she lives in Edinborough and complains that she doesn't see enough of the kids,' offered Bruce helpfully. 'Please pack bags for you and the children and be quick' said Steve firmly. Sensing he was really in danger Bruce hurriedly packed two suitcases, and gathered the four children around him. 'Hello kids' said Steve to the young awestruck faces looking up at him. 'I am a Magician and I am going to show you all a trick. Please close your eyes until I count to three.' Steve already had the co-ordinates of Bruce's mother's house, and before he reached the count of three he jumped them all into her back garden. He caught Bruce, as he fainted due to the shock of time travelling for the first time. The four young children seemed unaffected, and stood there looking around them in wonder. A sensible looking woman came out of the back door of the house. Her face lit up in a beaming smile as she recognised the children. Steve explained that Bruce had fainted, but would be fine in a minute and he would be back shortly to check up on him. He waved at the kids, and walking around to the front of the house jumped back to Bruce's home. He had time to leave the front door ajar, and then stood in a corner of the sitting room waiting for the killers. Snip heard the sound of a van pulling up outside the house, and a little later a quiet creak as the front door was opened. He heard footsteps running up the stairs, as the hit team checked the bedrooms. Finally the four killers burst into the sitting room, convinced that the family must be in there. 'Fuck it,' swore the leader of the group, ' they were supposed to be in at this time, there's no one here.' Snip had phase shifted and was standing still in the corner of the room. 'I'm here,' he said coldly. The men were professionals, and stood back to back their guns covering the room. 'Who said that?' demanded the leader belligerently. 'Death' replied Snip, drawing his sword and moving towards the group. The leader thought he saw a part of the room move towards him, he blinked his eyes as a transparent humanoid shape with a glass sword approached. He had time to notice the red edges of the sword, before Excalibur blurred down and sliced into his left collarbone. The intense sub-atomic forces playing along the swords cutting edges; cut through the leaders body like butter and the hissing blade exited his body from his right side just above the hip. The three followers watched in stunned horror, as the leader's body parted along a diagonal line and the top part slipped to the floor. Despite the dreadful dissection there was not a drop of blood split, as the ravening energies cauterised the horrible wound. This was the main reason Snip had phased for the attack; he didn't want Bruce and the kids returning to an abattoir. He also didn't want the room shot up, so jumped himself and the four killers to the spot near the North Pole where he had transported Crusher Carnelli. Seeing the three killers lying unconscious on the snow next to the dissected body of their leader, Snip decided to stop the slaughter and allow nature to take her revenge on these child killers. He came out of phase, and leaving the three killers, jumped back to Bruce and the kids in Edinborough. 'Hello Mister,' piped a small voice as one of Bruce's children spotted him as he walked around into the back garden. Bruce had recovered, and was vainly trying to explain to his mother how he had arrived there. Steve explained to Bruce's mother that he was a type of policeman, and had taken Bruce and the children into temporary protective custody. However the danger was past and they could return home if they wished. 'We must get home, my wife will be home soon and I always make her dinner for her at weekends,' said Bruce to Steve. 'No problem said Steve smiling at Bruce's mum, I'll have you back home in a jiffy.' Steve waiting patiently; as Bruce and the kids, hugged and kissed his Mother; before walking them around to the front of the house. Once out of sight of her he jumped them back home. This time Bruce was just a bit dizzy, and had to sit down on the sofa. Into the room walked an attractive woman, who looked enquiringly at Steve standing surrounded by her children. 'I'll leave you in your wife's capable hands' said Steve, and smiling at the puzzled woman calmly walked out of the room and jumped to the Hotel. He knocked on the door and was yelled at to come in. The man was sitting at his desk, leaning forward slightly as if anxious to hear the news of the children's deaths. 'Who the fuck are you?' he bellowed looking behind Snip in case his four killers were there. 'I'm your Death,' said Snip and jumped them to the same spot in the snow where he had left the killers. Although the man had fainted, the three living killers had revived and were standing in a group shivering in the biting wind. 'Where are we?' one asked Snip as he stood silently in the snow. 'You are in Hell,' he replied coldly. 'The frozen Hell reserved for killers of the innocent, have a nice day.' With that Steve jumped back to his kitchen, leaving them to freeze to death slowly. He busied himself making the tea, and finally sat down divested of coat and sword like any other man in his kitchen. The outcome had been completely different to the one he had imagined, and he was pleased it had worked out like it had. He wished Bruce and his wife all the best for the future, and toasted them with his tea. Steve felt a bit better in himself; he had hardly killed anyone and reasoned that he was getting control of Dr. Snip. His only problems now were what to do about Alison, Angel, Gloria and perhaps Mary. Alison he decided; deserved more of his time than she had been getting. If indeed she wanted a baby, then he had better get serious about it or all his work would have been a waste. Angel would have to decide for herself if she also wanted to get pregnant. Knowing her she wouldn't, as she enjoyed her life too much as it was to change it just yet. Gloria was a phenomenon; she had captivated him so quickly that his head was spinning. His mind knew it was possibly due to the drugs she had pumped into him, but his heart wanted more of the Queen of Sex. As for his little Mary, that had been a mistake. But it had been such a wonderful mistake, and he berated himself for wanting to repeat it. 'Merlin are you free?' he asked the empty kitchen. 'I'm free,' replied the old wizard who appeared to be sitting opposite him. 'Doe's an AI have sexual problems? Old friend.' 'That's a hard question Steve, for a start I don't know what sex I am. Humans seem to have given me a male gender but there is no logic behind that premise. Who knows perhaps one day another AI of my calibre will evolve, and we may become friends.' Steve shrugged, if the World Brain couldn't help him then nothing could. Angel had offered to take Alison home for a reason; she needed to talk to her lover and friend, and knew that it would be difficult. Upon returning to the Orphanage Alison offered Angel tea, and listened to her as she made it. 'Who would have thought that Steve would have been made an Aristocrat?' remarked Angel as preamble. 'It means he can give you a baby' said Alison, cutting to the chase. 'That's what I first thought, and I must admit my heart leapt at the idea of bearing Steve's child,' replied Angel sadly. 'However I realised that in our culture even someone as powerful as our King, can only grant an honorary rise to the Aristocracy. The British Aristocrat exists not because of the Kings will, but because their genes are the purest of the race. Much as I love Steve, he is still a primitive and I couldn't sully my genetic strain with his genes. No Alison he still can't give me a child, so you have nothing to fear from me.' Alison was annoyed at herself for feeling so relived to hear this news. The part of her that loved Angel; was sad that she couldn't give Steve the ultimate gift a woman can give a man. However the animal part of her was glad that she couldn't, and Alison felt like shit for admitting this to herself. 'If you could get pregnant, would you?' she had to ask. 'No Ali, I am only in my twenties, Gloria has had four children including me, and she didn't start until she was in her seventies. I'm far too young to have a baby in my Century.' To change the subject Angel then explained the difference between Linear time and Biological time to Alison, and warned her that although it may only be a few hours for Steve before he saw her again, it would be a few days for Alison. 'I have to concentrate on my children anyway,' she replied Alison bravely. Kissing Angel lovingly, she stood and watched as her friend; rival and lover vanished into the future. Steve thought all his troubles were caused by the women in his life. He was very much mistaken. He had assumed that the rogue Storm Trooper had been killed, when he exploded a Gas Tank beneath it. That was his first mistake. He knew even if it was only badly injured, it would take time to fix it so he would have a respite from its attacks. That was his second mistake. He forgot that the Storm Trooper and its masters had their own QT device. Even if it took ten Biological years to repair the Trooper, it could jump back in time and attack him now. As a matter of fact it took one year to repair the Trooper, and it was standing to attention in front of its masters again. 'We must obtain his QT device in order to kidnap the King', stated the leader of the Sword of Allah. 'This time there must be no mistakes, our Trooper must have the latest weapons and the best intelligence to succeed in its mission.' The Storm Trooper had suffered so much damage that it couldn't recall how Snip had managed to defeat it. "The sword of Allah" therefore, knew nothing of his ability to Phase shift. However the Trooper had remembered a Monofilament blade being used by Snip, and this fact influenced its masters next attack. Dr. Snip was too dangerous to attack directly, this time they would target his lover Angel. *To be continued...*

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Title: Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 12 Tags: ben, gabrielle, series, sex, anal, public, exhibitionism, club, dream, cum Time and space seemed to be moving sideways, or maybe it was spinning; slowing down, then leaping forward. Ben couldn't be sure how they got to the club, or how long they'd been there. The music was so loud it was hard to concentrate. His brain felt... fuzzy... and everything around him seemed as if he were looking at it through a sheet of gauze. In the back of his mind, he knew - or thought he knew - they shouldn't be here. A fleeting thought, like a wisp of smoke, passed through his consciousness: We should be at the apartment packing. We're moving to the house in three days. He could see Gaby on the dance floor. He tried to focus on her - her hips swinging provocatively side to side; head bobbing to the thumping, hypnotic beat; dark-olive skin glistening with sweat. It still amazed him how she could stay upright, much less dance, in the black ankle boots she wore - the four-inch stiletto heels augmenting her 5'2" height. As her petite frame spun, she raised her arms into the air. The movement lifted the loose black baby doll dress she wore, giving him - and every other person in the club - brief glimpses of the bottom of her ass cheeks. Gaby knew she was putting on a show - teasing everyone in the club, especially Ben. She'd been doing it all night, and she enjoyed it. It excited her to know people were watching, possibly getting turned on, wishing they could see more, or touch her. The music changed slightly as one song blended into the next. Gaby lowered her arms and began fanning herself with her hands. She walked toward Ben. Their eyes locked as she approached. Reaching the booth, she turned and slipped into his lap, sitting sideways - her right side against his body. He reached around her and shoved the table several inches toward the far side of the booth, giving them more room. As it moved away from her, she picked up her drink - her third - and downed it quickly. Instead of withdrawing them, his arms encircled her, his interlaced fingers resting on her left hip. "I'm hot," she said, above the din. "You certainly are," Ben said, smiling. "We should go home," she suggested. "Are you OK, Baby?" he asked. "I'm fine," she said. "You looked like you were having fun out there," he offered. She wiggled her ass in his lap as the music continued. Leaning close, she whispered in Ben's ear. "Take me home right now," she said. "Or, I'm going to tear off your clothes and fuck you right here!" He looked into her eyes. She nodded and smiled, then kissed him deeply while running her fingernails down his chest. "Well, I don't mind if everyone watches," he said, breaking the kiss. "I'm not shy." Ben was teasing her. Gaby knew what he'd said was only half true. He really wouldn't care if every person in the club watched them have sex. But, when it came to social interaction, he was shy - especially around new people. And, he hated being in crowds, or in crowded places - like this club. It was a contradiction she'd never been able to figure out. "Don't make me beg," she growled, putting the tip of her nose against his. "I think that's exactly what I'll do," he said. Ben put his right hand on the top of her head. His fingers twisted into her dark brown pixie cut hair. He pulled, tipping her head back, exposing her neck - one of her most sensitive spots - to his lips. He let his tongue trail over her skin, tasting her sweat, and felt her throat vibrate as she moaned his name. His hand fell from her head to her right knee. His fingers moved upward, sliding between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, stopping his progress. She tried to pull away, but his left arm tightened around her, holding her firmly. "What are you doing?" she asked. He didn't answer, as his fingers wormed their way closer to her sex; the heat of her skin under his fingertips further exciting him. "Ben," she said, trying to push away his hand. "Open your legs," he ordered, looking into her eyes. "No," she hissed. "We can't." "You said you were going to fuck me right here," he insisted. "There are people watching," she said, nodding her head toward the other side of the booth. "I'm not going to tell you again," Ben said, forcing his hand upward. His fingertips brushed her clit through her cotton panties, and she gasped loudly. She tried one more time to fight him, but her resistance melted quickly as he rubbed her. She said his name again, pleading, barely audible above the pounding music. As her body shifted, the cheeks of her ass kneaded his hardening cock. She leaned in and kissed his mouth, pushing her tongue past his lips. He could taste the alcohol she'd been drinking. His left hand drifted up to her head, and again he pulled her hair. She let her left leg slip off his lap and hang down toward the floor. Allowed full access to her, he grabbed her groin. Her body jumped as if hit by a bolt of lightning. "Madre de dios," she moaned, her breath washing over his face. Pleasure surging through her body, she struggled to embrace him, settling at last for clutching at his shoulder as he began moving his fingers around her clit in small circles. The pulsating bass washed over their bodies, penetrating to their cores. He released her hair and wrapped his left arm around her as she squirmed on his lap. "Make me cum, Ben," Gaby begged. He yanked her panties to the side, baring her wetness to the warm air of the club, and let his fingers slide up and down her lips. "Mas," Gaby cried, her body trembling under his touch. "Mas, por favor." Ben pushed two fingers into her cunt, not stopping until he reached the last knuckle. She turned her head, almost screaming as she buried her face in his shoulder. He rotated his hand enough to massage her clit with his thumb. She writhed as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts, her nails clawing at his skin. He could feel the tension building in her body. Her left hand snagged the hem of her dress and she pulled it until it bunched around her waist. She surrendered herself to his protection, trusting he wouldn't let her fall. "Cum for me, Baby," he said, whispering in her ear. "Yessss," she hissed. She held her breath as her body began to shake and her cunt clenched around his fingers. Releasing the air, a long moan followed, and convulsions rocked her body. He squeezed her with his left arm, steadying her on his lap as she came. "That's it, cum all over my fingers," he nearly yelled. Ben watched her face twist into a grimace of pleasure. He had to admit he loved watching, hearing, and feeling her cum - maybe even more than he enjoyed his own orgasms. Her body continued to buck, but he did not cease his digital assault on her pussy. He stabbed his fingers into her one more time, leaving them buried deep inside her as he made the come here gesture, massaging her G-spot. The sounds she made let him know his efforts were having the desired effect and within a minute - before her first orgasm had faded - a second rocked her body. Gaby began gasping for breath. She tried to speak, though couldn't gather enough air to do so, managing only to mumble a string of incoherent sounds. Her body had not yet relaxed completely when he removed his slick fingers, letting them brush along her wet lips until he reached her clit. "No," she said, looking up at him. "Pleeeeease." He shook his head slowly, knowing she wanted him to stop - allowing her a few moments to recover before making her cum again. But, he did not relent. He loved her ability to have multiple orgasms, and he often tried to give her as many as possible, though he did sometimes worry she might pass out from euphoria overload. His fingers gently manipulated her clit, making her body thrash about in blissful torment. He heard her say his name in a long moan as she came again, her spasms becoming more violent as he struggled to hold her. His head was swimming. It seemed the world had shrunk down to only he and Gaby, and the feeling of her moving against him. She grabbed his right wrist with both hands, pulling at him, as she mouthed a silent appeal for respite. He wanted to make her cum again, but he became aware of his cock, trapped under her body, throbbing with the ferocity of the beating music. Reluctantly, he walked his fingers down the inner thigh of her right leg. All her wiggling had left Gaby almost supine. As her breathing slowed, Ben gently lifted her into a sitting position. "You're gonna kill me one of these days," she said. Bringing his fingers to her mouth, he touched them to her lips. Her tongue slipped out and she tasted herself on them. He kissed her, savoring her pussy and mouth at the same time. "I want more," he whispered, breaking the kiss. She twisted away from him and stood up, looking to Ben as if her legs felt like cooked spaghetti. She remained still for a few moments, ensuring her knees wouldn't buckle. He reached out to slap her ass lightly, and she turned to face him. Her hands made their way up her thighs, disappearing under her dress. Her fingers found the waistband of her thong, and she bent at the waist as she slid it to her ankles. She carefully removed her left foot from the underwear, then straightened her body. Looking into Ben's eyes, she lifted her right foot and placed it on the bench, between his legs. Holding her ankle to keep her steady, he pulled off the panties and dropped them on the bench. He let his hands travel up her leg, once more savoring the feel of her skin. When he arrived at her knee, she stepped back. He tried to grab her, but she spun away from his grasp. He stood up quickly, surprising her, and she retreated a few steps. She pointed at his crotch and again swung her hips from side to side as she lifted her dress several inches, exposing herself to him. As she watched, he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He pointed at her and gestured for her to approach him. Licking her lips, she moved toward him. She grabbed his pants and squatted in front of him as she yanked them downward roughly. His hard cock pointed at her as she stood up, and placed her hands on his chest. She pushed him backward and his large, 6'3" frame plopped down on the bench. Gaby put her hands on his knees and began to kneel. He seized her upper arms and dragged her into his lap. She gasped at the ferocity of his action and tried to wrest herself free of him, but his left arm slid around her back and pinned her to his chest. He shoved his right hand between their bodies and wrapped it around the base of his cock. Kissed her mouth, he guided the head to her wet cunt. She moaned as it touched her lips. "Damelo," she begged. Normally, they had to start slowly when things progressed to intercourse. The disparity in their statures dictated a certain degree of caution and restraint until he became sufficiently lubricated, and Gaby's body adjusted to him. Now, however, as the head of Ben's cock slipped inside her, she forced herself down on him, taking half his length before stopping. "Fuuuuck," she cried. She didn't hesitate long, raising herself an inch, then descending again, engulfing the rest of him. They both moaned loudly. Gaby looked up, placed her hands on his cheeks, and their eyes locked as she began moving up and down, working his cock into and out of her tight cunt. "Te amo, bebe," she whispered, as she rode him. "Te amo." She leaned in and kissed him, stealing his breath as she sped up. Their tongues danced around each other for more than a minute. "Me encanta mi interior," she cried, parting their mouths. Ben pushed her hands away from his face, and snatched the bottom of her dress. Pulling the fabric upward, it slipped up her arms and over her head. He dropped the gossamer fabric to the bench. Except for her ankle boots, Gaby was now naked. Ben tilted his head to take her left nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard as he flicked it with his tongue. Gaby wrapped her arms around his head and held him against her chest. With his right hand, Ben smacked her left butt cheek. Despite the music, the sound of the slap seemed to echo around the club. Gaby screamed, but did not break her rhythm, gliding up and down the length of his cock. "Yes, slap my pretty little ass," she demanded, her hands slipping to his shoulders. He repeated his action, striking her harder this time. "Hijo de puta," she grunted, through gritted teeth. As Ben's hand clapped against her skin once more, he felt her cunt lock tightly around his cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she came yet again as the cheeks of her ass rested on his balls. She stayed there with him deep inside her as an electric orgasm coursed through every nerve in her body. He struggled to raise his hips, trying to move himself inside her. She groaned and her nails dug into his skin as his efforts prolonged her ecstasy. Gaby fought to control her body. Tremors continued to roll through her as she kissed her way along his collarbone, up his neck and chin, to his lips. "I wish I could do that for you," she said, looking into his eyes. "What?" he asked. "Make you cum four times," she said. I know, Gaby," he said. "It just doesn't work that way." "Poor men," she said, a tired grin creasing her lips. "Just one orgasm at a time." Her eyes widened as a thought struck her brain. "I know what to do," she said. "It's time for you to get what you want, Baby." Ben tilted his head quizzically and opened his mouth to ask what she meant, but she silenced him by pressing a finger to his lips, and giving him a wink. Holding his shoulders, Gaby lifted herself, gasping as his hardness left her. Carefully, she again slipped off his lap and lowered her feet to the floor. "Are you ready?" she asked, looking into Ben's eyes. He nodded. Gaby pushed his knees apart, and stood between his legs. She turned slowly until she faced away. He admired her perfect ass and the Spanish-style cross tattooed in the small of her back. She looked at him over her right shoulder. He watched as she brought her right hand to her mouth, and spit on her fingers. His eyes followed her hands as she reached around and spread her cheeks. She pressed her wet fingers against her hole, lubricating it with her saliva. She took half a step backward, and her moist skin touched his - the head of his cock brushing against her bottom. They'd never had anal sex. It was one of the few things Gaby denied him, claiming he was just too big for her to take him there. They'd tried once, Ben getting no more than the head of his cock inside her before they'd had to stop. Ben certainly didn't begrudge her this. He realized the difference in their sizes simply precluded this one act. He loved Gabrielle, and didn't want to injure her. Nor, did he want her to feel guilty about not being able to do it. Every facet of his life with Gaby - sexual and otherwise - was better than he'd ever had before. "Gaby," Ben said. "What are you doing?" She didn't answer. Wrapping her right hand around his shaft, she held him firmly as she squatted just a fraction of an inch, letting the head of his cock press against her asshole. "Oh, God," he moaned, invoking the name of a deity he didn't believe in. "Are you sure, Baby?" Gaby lowered herself further, adjusted him, and the tip of his cock began to stretch her sphincter. Her eyes closed and her mouth fell open as she continued downward, taking more and more of him. "Si, bebe, llenar mi culo," she sighed as her ass steadily accepted his cock. In his peripheral vision, Ben could see people gathered around them. He felt like he knew them, but couldn't discern actual faces. Each time he turned to look directly at them, everything blurred. His brain focused only on the incredible sensation sheathing his cock. Gaby didn't stop until her cheeks rested on his hip bones. The heat of her rectum was intoxicating; the pressure of her wrapped around him heavenly. She looked back at him again. "Is this what you've wanted, Baby," she asked, "filling my ass with your big cock?" "Yesss," he groaned. "Does it feel good?" she continued. "It's incredible," he sighed, as she smiled at him. "Like something out of a dream." She let out a long sigh which turned into a whimper. "Are you OK?" he asked, in a fleeting moment of coherence, worried about hurting her. "It feels wonderful," she said. "Why, do you want me to stop?" "No, no," he cried. "Please don't stop." She gave him another wink. "I won't, Baby," she said. "I promise." He leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck, then dragged his tongue down her spine - again tasting her sweat - until he couldn't angle his neck enough to go farther. Straightening his head, he slipped his hands around her - his right moving between her legs; his left seizing her neck - and pulled her back against his chest. Her head fell to his left shoulder. Without speaking, she began moving her hips, lifting herself until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then thrusting downward, impaling herself on him. Ben was filling her as he never had before, and she couldn't remain silent. Each time she took him - her ass enveloping his entire length - a guttural noise escaped her throat, as if his penetration forced it from her. It began as a low grunt, but the intensity grew as she fucked him faster and harder. He became aware of her warm juices running down his balls and over his inner thighs. While the scene around them appeared hazy, everything about Gaby seemed so intense, as if Ben had never truly seen her; felt her; tasted her; smelled her, or heard her. It was driving him toward madness. He whispered her name over and over as he rubbed her, making her body spasm violently - causing her asshole to constrict around his cock. Gaby's hands sought something to hold onto - something to help support herself as she rode him - her fingers finally settling on his left arm. She exhaled deeply as he held her. Her ass clutched at his cock, creating an unbelievable suction. If his brain were capable of rational thought, he would have wondered how she could possibly move him in and out. Ben felt a knot growing in his lower belly, and the inexorable ache in his balls. He knew he couldn't last much longer, needing to explode; desiring nothing more than to fill Gaby's ass with his cum. "Ben," Gaby whispered. She stopped. He squeezed her neck and rubbed her clit as her cheeks rested on his hip bones one more time. He felt her body begin to quiver, and realized she was cumming again. "Gaby," he groaned, trying to move himself in her. "I'm gonna cum." "Ben," she repeated, louder this time. He felt light-headed, as if he were floating - losing focus and feeling. A mute realization coalesced in his fevered brain: He was dreaming. Trying to direct this lucidity toward desire, he found himself locked in a desperate, futile battle to stay in the dream - like Wile E. Coyote trying to climb a rope even after it's been untied at the top of the cliff - and every conscious effort to do so only made the unraveling edges of his fantasy fray faster. Finally, a fissure opened through the middle, widening as he struggled to achieve orgasm before waking. "Baby," he said, trying to hold on to Gaby as his entire world began to shake. "Ben," she said, again. "I need to cum," he appealed. "Wake up, Ben," she insisted. His eyes opened suddenly. Gaby shook his shoulder as she called his name. A regretful coherence crept into his sleep-clouded brain. "Damn it," he groaned. "You were dreaming, Baby," Gaby said, needlessly. "I know," he said, reluctantly. "It was about me, wasn't it?" she asked. "How did you know?" he returned. "You mumbled my name," she told him. "Are you OK?" "Yes," he said. "Just disappointed it was only a dream." "It must've been a good one," Gaby said, lifting the blanket and sheet to look at Ben's erection. "You were poking me in the back with that thing." He told her about the dream. "Awww, Baby, you know I'd let you do that if I could," she said, when he finished. "I know," he said. "It was just a dream. I'm sorry I woke you, Babe." "It's OK," she whispered. She leaned in close and kissed his cheek. "What was that for?" he asked. "For letting me know I'm the girl of your dreams," she said. "You've been that since I met you, Baby," he assured her. "You're in my dreams and nightmares." "Your nightmares?" she objected, punching him in the shoulder. "Gabrielle," he said, soberly. "My sweetest dreams are about you, and how you make me feel, and how much I love you. And, my worst nightmares are about something bad happening to you, or me fucking this up and losing you." Gaby looked into his eyes for a moment. "You don't have to sweet-talk me, Baby," she said, "I'm already sleeping with you." "I'm serious," he growled. "I know you are, Ben," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm just teasing. I love you." She kissed his lips, then moved to his chin, before continuing down his neck. "What are you doing?" he asked as she reached his chest. "Well, it would be a shame to waste this," she said, her right hand finding his hard cock as her head slipped under the covers. "Are you going to let me... ," he began. "Don't get your hopes up, Big Boy," she said, lifting the blankets to look into his eyes. "You can't blame a horny guy for trying," he groused, with a smile. She stuck out her tongue and disappeared again. "The girl of my dreams," Ben whispered, letting his head fall back to the pillow as Gaby wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

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It wasn’t much, and he certainly wasn’t getting anywhere close… at least initially; it wouldn’t take much longer before the smaller cat gathered enough courage to actually reach out and try to touch Sierra, who for her part seemed wholly unaware of the newcomer, being too busy shovelling food down her gullet. With Emily happy to materialize endless quantities of snacks and meals, the Latias didn’t have to do anything other than keep the table tilted towards herself in midair; as soon as its contents vanished into her, more would show up to take their place, in an endless cycle that already left her belly smushed against the ground, her levitation powers not enough to keep her bloated self from dragging all over the place. And it was this particular part of her body that Kitty, having nowhere else to turn to, focused his attention on; he didn’t know what possessed him to do it, especially with Emily there, but seeing as the bigger cat didn’t say or do anything to stop him, he could only assume that she was fine with it, despite the two having never talked about an open relationship before. Still, this was a second demi-goddess there with them, so regular standards were hardly applicable anymore; the Latias deserved just as much worship as Emily did, and if that meant that he, the tiny little kitten in the trio, had to be the one to get his hands dirty, then he wasn’t about to say no to such a wondrous opportunity. Plus, the sheer softness of Sierra’s rotund gut was evident even from a distance; though he hadn’t touched it just yet, Kitty could tell that he was going to sink his hands into that thing and immediately lose track of where he was from how pleasurable the experience was going to be. Stuffed as she was, anyone might expect the Latias’ belly to be so tightly packed that one would be unable to even make a dent in her skin, but Kitty knew better; having had plentiful experience with Emily’s own self-modification skills, he better than anyone else was perfectly aware that when someone like the demi-goddess cat wanted to get something done, they would, and if that meant breaking the laws of physics apart in the service of self-indulgence, then they’d be all the better and more excited for it. Given the sort of body that Sierra sported, not to mention her obvious proclivity towards mass consumption, the smaller cat would be surprised if her gut was stretched taut, rather than the more likely scenario of it being just as soft and pudgy as freshly-kneaded dough, ready for someone to sink their fingers, hands, wrist, and the rest of their arms into it. Not only that, but there was a convenient target sitting there right in front of him: the triangle design right where the belly button would be on anyone else, stretched out thanks to the colossal size of the tum it was on, yet just as vibrant as it always had been; in fact, it almost seemed to glow each time Sierra swallowed a particularly heavy mouthful, reacting, in a way, to the infusion of mass that led to Kitty having to be extremely careful around that thing. It wasn’t a belly so much as a furnace that just happened to be shaped like one, a black hole, a bottomless pit that the Latias would still fill up regardless, such was her wont and desire for ceaseless gorging. From the rumbling to the radiating heat, it was clear that this other demi-goddess was not one for self-control, and for a few moments, Kitty legitimately felt terrified of the implications of Emily just feeding the Latias without even thinking of the consequences… but, then, after a chance glance with the belly itself, all his worries vanished into the wind, turned to dust and scattered across the landscape, because nothing else mattered. To call it soft would be an understatement, to say it was inviting a damnable misrepresentation; to merely graze the surface of that gut was to experience Heaven, not unlike when he was with Emily during her more “divine” episodes. It wasn’t common, but on occasion the cat would properly let her goddess out and play into her role the way it was supposed to be played, with the resulting miniature ascension being enough to send Kitty into an hours-long stupor from mere contact. To think, that Sierra would go that far with people they had just met, with no real reason to do so other than just how much they were eating… it was sublime, in its own odd way, not that Kitty could truly appreciate it; his mind had been taken, at least for the time being, commanding his hands to knead and roll and squish and squeeze as much of that belly as he could get them on, a pseudo-massage provided by someone who really had no idea what they were doing, guided by little more than residual arousal and the knowledge that the particulars didn’t matter, only the action itself. He doubted that Sierra would care about whether or not the massage was done properly, only that it was there, helping her along with her continuous stretching; much like he’d assumed, the small cat was faced not with a hyper-stretched, taut patch of skin, but rather a belly that was as soft as it was round, inviting him to not just use his hands, but his entire body in order to properly pleasure the Latias. He would throw himself at her, vanishing into the folds of her gut, happy to be enveloped on all sides by the rumbling, the low sloshing, the infernal warmth that left him sweating so much that he was happy Emily was keeping him safe from dehydration; and Sierra, for her part, would react to this in the only way she knew how: by eating more, and angling herself so that her belly would eventually flatten Kitty against the sand below her, that he might experience what it was like to be smothered by someone of her caliber. Not that she believed Emily wouldn’t do the same, but her mind being what it was, Sierra could hardly think about anyone other than herself at that point, anything other than her own consumption of everything around her; after all, did a good meal not require an equally delectable drink to go along with it? The feline demi-goddess hadn’t given her anything to guzzle down, sadly enough, but given all the water around them, that hardly seemed remotely important; it was salty, sure, but since when was that an impediment? They were divine beings, herself and Emily, enough so that they could simply materialize whatever they wanted; indeed, if the Latias weren’t so deep into her own storm of arousal, she would’ve simply conjured up an endless supply of soda or hot chocolate or whatever else she fancied, a spot in the middle of the air from whence a constant waterfall would give her just as much as she could ever want and then more on top of it, a true testament to her endless, boundless power… but where was the fun in that? Where was the fun in simply making things happen from nothing when she could have a real impact in the world around her? She could just as easily put things back where they used to be when she was done, but it just wasn’t the same; actually devouring the world around her had a certain kick to it, in that it pushed so many buttons for Sierra that she honestly had to wonder just where exactly that kink had come from. She’d never thought about it before, but being next to Emily just seemed to unlock and unleash so many thoughts that, while novel, didn’t seem at all unfamiliar to her; it was as if there was a different Sierra within herself, one that had been waiting for an opportunity to cut loose with someone who could understand her, and now that such an opportunity had arisen, this inner self had promptly lost control of its own urges. Thus, it wasn’t long after Kitty decided to start his massage that the Latias turned her attention to the ocean, the vast and seemingly endless expanse of blue in every direction around them, and thought to herself that it would make a fantastic drink to go along with the heavy meal she was being served. Emily didn’t react when she saw the table being slowly lowered onto the sands again, choosing to wait and see see just what the Latias was going to do; she got to watch as Sierra turned towards the waves and lowered her head, looking quite precariously balanced on that immense belly of hers, before dunking her mouth into the water itself. For a moment, nothing really happened; in fact, it looked as if Sierra had fallen asleep the moment her face made contact with the ocean… but then, her mouth opened wide, her jaw spreading terrifyingly wide right before the Latias willed the waters towards her. She wasn’t even drinking, at least not the “proper” way; rather, Sierra ordered the ocean itself to start pouring into her mouth, reversing natural currents so that they all spun in her direction, bringing countless tons of water towards her without the Latias having to move a single muscle. Much like with the solid meals before, she wasn’t swallowing, as instead it was far easier to let her throat muscles relax and allow her powers to direct all that delicious filling drink right into her stomach, causing it to bloat far in excess to what it had already. That she was wreaking havoc on the local ecology didn’t go over her head, but alas, Sierra didn’t really care; she was a demi-goddess, and a powerful one at that, so even if she ended up doing something to seriously harm the local region, or hell, the planet itself, it was as simple as waving her wings and ordering reality back to where it was before she went on a binge… preferably with herself getting to keep all the additional mass, because she certainly wasn’t about to sacrifice that of all things, not after being shown just how wonderful it was to splurge out and not have to worry about the consequences. It took meeting someone like Emily for the pieces to click into place, but it eventually became clear that, for most of her life, Sierra had actually been holding back; the Latias had convinced herself that her wanton use of her divine powers surely meant she was both at peace with and comfortable using them, and that if she didn’t go any further than whatever she felt like doing at any time, it was merely because she didn’t want to. Yet, now, with that feline beside her, with another demi-goddess to prove that she wasn’t alone, Sierra couldn’t help but feel like she’d been lying to herself all along, that the true extent of her abilities had yet to be explored and the real depths of her depravity had yet to be delved into… and really, what better time than the present to do so? If she was certain she could fix any problem she created, one could only wonder what two deific beings could do if they put their heads together, in both senses and directions; after all, an improved capacity to fix mistakes meant that they were afforded much greater ones to make, hence why the Latias didn’t think twice before gleefully swallowing enough water that the local sea levels were noticeably going down in just a handful of seconds. It came naturally to her: she wanted to do it, so why shouldn’t she? Nevermind the fact that her body was already immense thanks to Emily’s mindless feeding of her, Sierra wanted more, and it wasn’t going to be a swollen belly that stopped her from getting it; in fact, her having a swollen belly just meant that her body could take it, and if it could, then it would, thus she ordained. She would drink all the oceans if she needed to, she would gorge and feast upon the lifeblood of the planet, only so she could then will it back into place so she could start all over again; she would devour and consume to her heart’s content, nothing there to stop her from mindlessly devouring everything in sight… nothing but Emily, who by that point was far too fascinated to really do anything other than stare and wonder just what in blazes was happening. The cat had originally thought that the other demi-goddess was just hungry, or happened to like eating that much, but to see them turn to drinking the oceans themselves was… she wanted to say it was alarming, but as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t, not with the sort of reaction it was having in her head. It pressed a whole lot of buttons that the feline didn’t even know she had, enough that her cheeks were burning brightly and her whole body felt like it was on fire just from watching the Latias bloat further. Intellectually speaking, Emily knew that she needed to step in and stop things before they went too far; it was, after all, one of her responsibilities as a demi-goddess to make sure that the balance of the world itself wasn’t upended just because someone got too horny to control themselves. And while this wasn’t something she got to do most of the time (or ever, really), now that Emily had a chance to do so, she couldn’t bring herself to stop the budding disaster; the Latias just looked so happy, so content in how they were turning themselves into an enormous, stuffed water balloon, their belly nonetheless just as soft and pliable as it always had been, as Kitty was sure to know, still being stuck underneath it. Sierra, however, had no compunctions about growing the rest of her out as well; while her gut was still the star of the show, her form in general took quite well to being pumped full of water, enough so that her original ten feet of length had gone straight past twenty, closing in on thirty after the first minute or so of her gulping down vast quantities of seawater. The island itself, once large enough that Emily actually looked small while on it, didn’t seem so enormous next to a Latias that seemed to want to expand in every direction as much as they possibly could; if nothing was done to stop it, who was to say that Sierra wouldn’t simply outgrow the island entirely, even after draining enough water from around it that the landmass available for comparison was far great? Who was to say that Sierra wouldn’t go on to outsize just about everything while they were at it, seeing as Emily was apparently unwilling to put a stop to what was unmistakably a localized apocalypse waiting for a chance to go global? Sierra herself certainly didn’t seem to care, and judging from how one of Emily’s hands was already absentmindedly playing with their breasts, it was a safe bet to say the cat demi-goddess didn’t particularly care either, or at least was too aroused to bring themselves to do anything. All she wanted was to watch the Latias grow, watch them overpower the ocean’s currents just so they could keep swallowing, keep dumping vast quantities of water down their gullet, all while their body bloated and swelled and expanded and grew all over everything. It seemed unstoppable, in the sense that it was a process that literally could not be halted no matter how much anyone wanted it to; Sierra was a demi-goddess in their own right, and since Emily was too busy playing with herself while watching the whole thing with wide eyes, there was no one left who could stop the Latias… aside from herself, that is. Though it took long enough that the island they were on was left significantly wider by way of having that much water drained from around it, Sierra did in fact eventually stop, licking her lips and letting out long, theatrically overblown sighs of contentment while she rolled onto her back, wings cradling her immense, swollen tum (and Kitty, who happened to be glued to it). The sounds coming out of her mouth were so throaty that they bordered on the downright lewd, and given the amount of pleasure both demi-goddesses were deriving from what was happening, it wasn’t altogether incorrect to suggest that they were both far closer to their proverbial edge than they would normally be. Sierra, in particular, was close enough that she could very well cross it if she truly wanted to, especially after looking down at Emily and finding them to be so tiny compared to her own colossal body that the first thing to pop up in the Latias’ mind was the urge to pick them up and give them a big fat smooch, even if she knew that would leave the poor cat covered in drool after doing so. Thankfully, there were better ways of externalizing what she was going through: namely, demanding more food. Once again, there were no words exchanged, and as a first, no thoughts either; instead, the Latias merely repositioned herself so that she was belly down once again, turned around to face Emily… then just opened her mouth. It was obvious what she wanted, so much so that the demi-goddess feline actually flinched when she saw it; surely, Sierra couldn’t possibly want even more after filling herself up so much that her entire body grew, could she? Yet, no matter how long the cat stood there, staring up at a giantess that refused to move, nothing really changed; the Latias didn’t do anything other than lie on her spot and patiently wait for food to show up, but they weren’t putting away their hunger either. In fact, the longer it went on, the more intense the open-mouthed stare became, as if Sierra was deliberately trying to force Emily to give her what she wanted, all without having to move a single muscle. After all, she still had Kitty stuck underneath her belly; surely, if Emily was so much in love with the tiny cat, then they’d want them to experience blissful heaven, wouldn’t they? Besides, the two of them were divine in nature, so why should they care what happened to reality around them? They could put everything back together once they were done, so holding back and not unleashing their full power was, to be quite frank, pointless; this is what the Latias was trying to tell her newest friend, that having them stay there in their tiny form was ridiculous, that Emily should instead unleash their power and become everything they should be instead. Emily herself was stuck in the rather unenviable position of knowing that Sierra was absolutely right, yet still having to fight herself all the way through; years upon years of self-denial had left her with a very difficult to overcome mental barrier that kept her from really doing anything as extraordinary as the Latias had with her own powers, built off of fear of rejection, of pain, of misery and anguish. But, had she not learned that she should loosen up instead? Had her life with Kitty not taught her the valuable lesson that she was happiest whenever she didn’t care about what using her powers might do, and instead focused entirely on just enjoying herself? Had she not learned that it was self-denial that led to misery, not her using her divinely-granted abilities? If that was the case, then why was she holding back? Sierra growing as much as they had might’ve been mostly them mindlessly indulging in their own desires, but at the same time, it was a statement: they were comfortable enough in their own skin that they didn’t feel the need to restrict themselves, especially when there was literally no one else around that could possibly spot them… and thus, neither should Emily. They were out in the middle of the ocean, hundreds of miles away from the nearest person, so why was the feline still keeping her body in the same state as it was before? Why was she not transforming it into something that could play wonderfully with Sierra instead, giving the Latias exactly the sort of filling meal they wanted? Or, to be more precise, a filling drink; Sierra had, after all, just drunk a colossal amount of seawater, and while the demi-goddess was more than capable of purifying it before gulping it down, it was still water: refreshing, but tasteless, and lacking in the sort of thick, heavy consistency that made it truly filling. To that end, Emily offered up a wide, almost devious smile, before snapping her fingers; this caused Kitty to be forcefully pulled from within the soft pudge around the Latias’ triangle marking and right back to his lover’s lap, once more having his head stuck in between two breasts large enough to break his spine if Emily wasn’t careful… two breasts that were suspiciously louder than they used to be. The larger feline fully intended to grow out eventually, after she was done giving the Latias the last piece of the puzzle for their own enjoyment, but for the time being, Emily decided the best thing to do was to fill up instead; some bloating, sure, but not nearly enough to cause any serious growth beyond just her tits perking up slightly, yet, just enough for the Latias to notice what was happening. Their eyes lit up as they almost immediately lunged forward, their wide mouth clamping shut over both of Emily’s breasts, eager to see if the cream produced by their fellow demi-goddess was just as delicious and filling as they hoped it would be. Caught by surprise, it took a bit before the big cat actually had any of her production leave her burgeoning milktanks, but once it did, the rumbling moan that came out of Sierra’s entire body was enough to cause the blush on Emily’s cheeks to light up even brighter than before. She had, after all, tried her best to make her milk as sweet and delicious as possible; given the Latias’ reaction, she had more than succeeded, enough so that the giantess suckling on her teats started trying to actively drain her more so than drink from her, attempting to suck her dry for every last drop of that positively heavenly mannah they were being served straight from the tap. Sierra couldn’t help it, not when the drink was as delicious as it was; in fact, she couldn’t control herself any more than she could stop breathing, to the point where she was swallowing more than her body could actually take, an achievement on Emily’s part given how small their breasts were compared to the drinker’s overall size. This came to a head when the Latias, in a fit of complete disregard for her own safety, gulped down an overwhelmingly large amount of milk, one that left her feeling odd for a moment or two… before she hiccuped. It happened so suddenly that Sierra didn’t have time to notice her entire body suddenly doubling in size, barreling through so much of the island behind her that the ensuing quake actually pushed the waters back even further; not just that, but the shockwave caused by it was enough for her to disturb the one spot in the island that was still sacred and untouchable: Emily’s lap, and poor Kitty on it. Though, “disturb” was probably not the correct word; more so bless, perhaps even exalt given what the hiccup actually did for the smaller cat.

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Title: (Clean) Pokemon Shorts: Absol's Wish by DarkUmbreon99 Tags: Absol, Eevee, Non-Human, Pokemon, Transformation, Wish, pups Pokémon Short Story 1) Absol's wish... A lone creature was running through the forest at full speed. It was near pitch black to any normal Pokémon, but not to her. The only light source was the full moon that night. "*Damn"*, she thought, "*I know I heard the cry for help somewhere around here..."* At that precise moment, she heard the scream again. "Help! Help me! Anyone!" She tried to increase her speed, but that resulted her in stumbling and eventually, falling over. "*Damn it*" she thought. She took off again in the direction of the scream. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ "Anyone, anyone at all, please help me!" The Pokémon was in trouble. He was being chased by two evil Pokémon, only wanting to take advantage of his special power. "I'm going to try hit him again", one of the two yelled out to the other one. The Raichu charged up his electrical power, and let it loose in a powerful Thunderbolt. It hit the Pokémon right on its back, and it fell from the air, paralysed. "Got you now", declared a smug voice. The Raichu grabbed the paralysed Pokémon and held him up against the tree. "This is the deal, you grant us one wish each, and we'll let you go, agreed? After all you are Jirachi, the wish-granter, correct?", asked the Raichu. Jirachi was struggling to move against the Raichu's strength. And the paralysis didn't help him either. He could only watch the Luxray pace impatiently behind his companion. "No, i would never grant anything to evil Pokémon such as you!" "Well then", replied the Luxray, "perhaps you will need a bit of... convincing". The Luxray gave the Raichu a grin. His teeth started to spark violently. "Let's see how you feel after this!" exclaimed the blue-furred canine, as he advanced towards the Wish-Granter, his teeth still sparking. Jirachi braced for the blow... BAM!!!!!!!!!! \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ "Well, it seems like I arrived here just in time". The white furred barghest declared. Apparently, she had stomped on the Luxray's head to nullify the Thunder Fang, and to cause quite a bit of damage towards his face. His face was up to his ear in the ground. This was no ordinary Pokémon... After recovering from the shock, the Luxray, with some struggle, pulled his half-buried head out of the ground. He looked around for his attacker, and his eyes came to rest on an Absol. "What were you trying to do, kill me?", he spat at the Absol's feet; his spit mixed with blood," You FREAK!". The Absol recoiled from the outburst of rage from the electric type. She expected him to be angry, but nevertheless, he took it too far. "I'm the freak? Who's the Pokémon who just chased down a poor, helpless Pokémon? You! And you! HAVE! THE NERVE! TO CALL ME! A FREAK!?!?" The Luxray smiled evilly at her. "You don't realise who this is, do you? This is Jirachi, the one and only." he claimed proudly. "And we captured him". "Jirachi huh... Never heard of him..." Both the Luxray's and Raichu's jaws dropped. Jirachi opened his eyes in confusion. "Never heard of Jira- well I never-, began Raichu. "What's the big deal? From the sound of it, you act like he is really special..." "He is special, very special. He's-" BOOM!! The Absol had fired a Shadow Ball at the Luxray's feet. The Luxray, after being blasted a metre into the air, was crumpled on the broken ground, where he was previously standing. He was barely conscious, with blood dripping down his face. "What -huff- was that for?" he groaned out. "You let your guard down; I saw my chance and took it." The Luxray finally gave up his strength, and passed out. "YOU BASTARD!" exclaimed the Raichu. He releases his grip on Jirachi, making him fall to the ground; sparks still shocking his body. Regardless, Raichu got down on all fours, and started to start a run at his friend's attacker. At the same time, his body building up electricity. By the time he got to full speed, his body was completely covered in an electrical aura. *"So, Volt Tackle ay? I know just how to deal with that"*. The Raichu knew he had her; Volt Tackle was practically a one-hit kill for any of the unfortunate souls that ever got hit by his. Although, using it had a pretty big price... She raised her hoof out in front of her body. He was going to collide with her foot, not her body. Not a problem, the important thing was getting the electrical current into her body. Besides, his speed would surely knock her back... But then, something he didn't consciously notice her body sort of... twinkled... The Raichu's forehead made contact with her foot. However, instead of knocking her back, as he planned for it to happen, she was like an unmoveable object. Because of this, not only did his back have to bend at an impossible angle to get his body through the space between her leg and the ground, the pain of your forehead meeting an immoveable, practically unbreakable object, along with the recoil of using Volt Tackle, that's a lot of pain for one Pokémon to handle. "Man, don't you love Detect, my dear Raichu?" She enjoyed teasing her opponents after defeating them all. She turned to face the Raichu, but found him unconscious. "And what an exhilarating crunch that was", she continued, as if he could still hear her. "Was that your back? I sure hope not. If that was as bad as it sounded, you will definitely need help". She turned to face the captured Pokémon she had defended. "Are you ok?" she calmly asked the Jirachi. "Yeah, I should be fine. Let me see if I can get up". He floated about 4 centimetres into the air, then fell back down due to paralysis. "Damn it, you will need to wait a sec". The Jirachi got into a sitting position and closed his eyes. His yellow body began to glow green. His blue headbands glowed in the eerie night darkness. When he opened his eyes again, he had no problem moving around at all. "Ahh, good as new". "What was that?" "That was Refresh. It heals any status problems I have". Absol shot him a quizzical look. "If you could use that move, why not use it first then defeat them yourself?" Jirachi narrowed his eyes at the Absol. "Because shut up", was all he said. After a few seconds of silence, the Legendary spoke up again. "My apologies, I haven't introduced myself properly yet. I, am Jirachi, also known as the Wish-Granter. Thank you for saving me. In return, I will grant you any wish you want. You can make it now, or take as long as you want." "I hope I don't seem rude or anything, but no thanks. It's widely known that I do this for no personal gain at all. I do not want anything from you." She walked away with a yawn. "*Bed time"*, she thought. "Ok Mrs Absol, but I'm not taking no for an answer. Just say the magic words whenever you want, and your wish will be granted". The Wish-Granter floated away, presumingly to his secret cave. "*Well I'm sorry Jirachi, but right now my life is as perfect as it gets"*. **Three Years Later** The old Absol was now sitting in her cave, watching the pups of other Pokémon play happily in the sun. While in her cave, she was unnoticed by them, which was a good thing. In her prime, she patrolled the forest at night for Pokémon in trouble. Being a dark type, she never had a problem with any trouble makers, most of them being ghosts. Nowadays, she had nothing to do but to keep herself warm, eat, sleep, watch the young pups play and wait for death to come for her. She had chosen a very good spot to live in during her old age; there was a lake about half a kilometre from her home, and whenever she needed to eat, all she had to do was trek up the mountain for a while, and she would come across a batch of Oran and Sitrus berries. Her favourite berries, Pechas, were a bit more up the mountain; they seemed to flourish in higher altitudes. She often thought about planting a Pecha bush outside her cave, but they were sweet and fattening; besides, she needed the exercise. However, in the past three years, Absols had become feared. All of the dark types had; with the exception of Umbreons. Whenever she went for a drink, the path was always clear for her. No-one dared to cross her path. If someone was eating a berry when she went up the mountains, they would, upon seeing her, immediately scamper away before she could say a word. As a result of this, she always felt alone. She found that this was mostly a good thing. That way she would no emotional ties keeping her to this place. She continues watching the pups. The only ones left were an Eevee, a Growlithe and a Vulpix. The original group comprised of two more: a Buizel and a Sandshrew, but they had been playing for a couple of hours and many had been called home for dinner, even though the sun still had an hour until it set. The pups were playing "Bite the Tail". The general goal was to bite for 'it' to bit another Pokémon's tail, then they would become 'it'. The teenage Pokémon played a rougher version, where they had to bite the tails until they were dragged to the ground. Obviously, none tailed Pokémon couldn't play; they played "Ear Tag" instead, which had the same general idea. "Haha, you're 'it' Growlithe", the Eevee cheerfully stated while skilfully dodged a lunge from Growlithe. The Absol sighed. She always envied the young ones. Always full of life, eager to learn and play around with their friends. The Absol's eyes drooped down. The last thing she said before she fell asleep was "I wish I was young again". **Meanwhile, Thousands of Miles away** Jirachi woke up with a start. "*Hmm? Did someone make a wish? Oh... I see! Young? Interesting..."* The legendary floated a meter into the air and twirled around for a few seconds. He started to glow blue. As quick as it started, he stopped. He stopped glowing too."*It is done; my debt has been repaid. Now I can rest again"*. He yawned; and in a matter of seconds fell back into a deep slumber once again... **Meanwhile, Thousands of Miles away** It was morning. The Absol woke up and started stretching. She was no longer old. In fact, she was no older then the pups that were playing yesterday. Unaware of any changes, she went outside to think about what she should do today. Well, it seems her stomach had an idea because at that moment it rumbled quite loudly. Giving herself a small grin, she started the hike up the mountain. Today, it took her less than half the time it usually took her to walk up the mountain. "*Strange, I must have gotten a really good rest last night"*. Although, this thought was pushed out of her mind when she saw someone at the berry bushes. "*Oh great, another person that'll be scared of me".* She walked up to a bush bearing a massive Sitrus berry, picked it, and took a small bite out of it. It was Sitrus season, and the berry was just right. A small groan of pleasure to her taste buds escaped her lips."Good eh?" asked a deep voice, she knew it was male. She turned around quickly, surprised someone was actually speaking to her. "Never liked the berries myself, personally". The abrupt conversation was ended by the male Pidgeot spreading its wings and flying of somewhere, possibly to find a mate. The Absol, however, was dumbfounded. "U-Umm... Arr-". No-one had said a single word to her in over a year. "*That was weird..."* After a good Sitrus berry breakfast, Absol sat back down in her cave to try get some more sleep... But she couldn't. She was just bursting with energy. Eventually, she just gave up and went outside. As soon as she reached the outside world, she could hear the pups playing their little game. From the sounds of it, she assumed it was "Hide and Seek". "*Why not go see them, got nothing better to do..."* She reached the clearing where the Eevee was counting. She frowned. The Eevee looked a lot bigger since yesterday... Nothing could grow that fast... "97... 98... 99... 100... Ok, ready or not, here I come". The Eevee shouted out the overused line "Oh, hello there. What's your name?" Absol was expecting this, and quickly responded with "Morning, my name is Absol, do you mind if I play with you?" The Eevee, taken back from the introduction to sudden request, quickly changed his expression from surprise, to a big, cheesy grin. "Of course you can. I hope you don't mind if you wait here while i find them". "Of course not". **5-10 minutes later** "Ok everyone, I hope you will like this new friend I made". *"Friend? I've never had a friend before..."* Absol knew that they were all the same Pokémon as yesterday: Eevee, Vulpix, Growlithe, Buizel and Sandshrew... Eevee seemed to be like a leader to the group; always near the front with a friendly face on. He gave the aura of an upbeat Pokémon. Vulpix (Absol easily observed) had a crush on the Eevee, her eyes constantly darting over to Eevee. Growlithe was easily the aggressive one in the group. Baring his teeth to look ferocious, just daring for Absol to make a move. The Buizel seemed hypo and unusually happy. He just couldn't stand still without twitching. The Sandshrew was standing a bit back from the rest... She was staring at the ground she was standing on, twiddling her thumbs. Absol guessed this was due to timidness... "Well now that we all know each-other, let's continue playing!" **A reasonable amount of hours later** "Man that was a fun day" "Yeah" was all the Absol replied with. The rest of the group had long gone. Only Eevee and Absol were left, and they were just pointlessly wondering around the forest. "I truly can't thank you enough for dealing with that bully, Gengar. " The Absol had been wearing a smile nearly the whole day. Hearing this made her feel even happier. "It was really nothing, he just chose the wrong Pokémon to pick on". "Yeah, but it doesn't mean i can't thank you. By the way, why are you still out? It's about 9:30 and you don't seem very worried at all..." "My parents died a long time ago..." the Absol was still completely oblivious to the changes that had happened to her... "I should be asking you that question..." "My mother is a Vapoureon; she can't come out during the winter. My father is an Umbreon, and is nocturnal. Did you feel that? I think it's raining..." Raining was a huge understatement... In ten seconds flat, the rain was near torrential... "Quickly, my home is near here". Absol had to scream at the top of her lungs just so she could hear her own voice. After two or three minutes of careful running, both Eevee and Absol arrived safely in the cave. "I-Isnn-Isn't this the c-c-c-cave where th-t-the monster lives?" He was stuttering and shivering due to the cold. They were both drenched to their skin. "No, I've lived here for two years now; I've never seen a monstrous being in here..." She walked over to the spot where she usually slept. It was like a little ditch where her back could fit in comfortably. Unfortunately, the rain had flooded this small ditch and formed a big puddle. "*What's this, this can't be right..."* She stared long and hard into the puddle. Without the access to a good source of light, it was hard for her to make sure... But no, impossible, she had to be seeing things... "*My scythe is smaller! Not only that, but my eyes... My eyes! They're brown, not green! I look like a pup! No wonder no-one is afraid of me!"* "Eevee?" "Ye-Yeahh? He was still cold. "How old would you say I am"? "Hmmm... When I saw you, I figured you would only have a couple of weeks on me... Why?" "Oh, no reason..." She stretched and laid down over next to Eevee for heat. "G'night Eevee". "Night". **The Next Morning** The Absol woke up in th early hours of the morning. The sun was barely visible along the horizon, but still had a long way to go until would be high up... \-Yawn- *"It's still early... The rain has stopped but outside it is still really wet. Nothing to do but get more sleep".* She walked away from the exit of the cave and back to the Eevee. The young fox was mumbiling in his sleep. He had fallen asleep with three legs curled underneath his body, with the fourth (back left leg) strectched out behind him; occasionally twitching. The Barghest had to admit, he did look kinda cute... Curling up next to him, her face next to his, she stared at his face. "*What is this feeling? I've never felt this before... No... It can't be... I've just met him! Anyway, he's just a pu-"* She stood up, accidently knocking Eevee. She heard him mumur "Not now, just give me five more minutes". She ignored this and walked over and looked into the puddle. Like last night, she was staring back at an Absol pup. This time, however, she had the added light of the sun, so she could look for more features. "*Well, my eyes have changed colours... My skin isn't fully white like an adult, but has that pupish grey tinge to it... My scar above my left eyes is gone, and my scythe is much smaller... There's no denying it; i'm a pup again."* She didn't know how to feel; all she had to do before yesterday was wait for the last thing to come, death. Now, she had another whole life ahead of her; she would have to experience the hardships of life all over again... At this thought, she turned to the sleeping Eevee and gave a little smile. "*If i can possibly find my true love, maybe this second life will be worth it..."* Finally deciding to get some sleep, she crawled next to Eevee, and using his fluffy, warm tail as a cushion, she closed her eyes to drift of to sleep. Her final thoughts before she fell asleep: "*This time, i'll make the most of life; I promise myself that".* \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ Ok, done a new ending. When i get the chance, i'm going to add an epilogue of her (second) life, leaving many holes that i will fill in by submitting other stories... To put it simply, i'll give the ending of her life; you already know the start. Then, i'll submit extra stories to fill in those parts when i can. Well, what do you think? After i do the epilogue, i'm going back to my "The Games" series. I think i've left them in enough suspense...

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Title: Spring '09 Vore Project: The Making of Meat by thelastgasp Tags: Bizarre, Death, Gore, Hybrid, Other/Herm, Snuff, Various Species, Vore (hard) The Making of Meat "Well, there's no time like the present to get this process started, so I'll need you to look over the consent forms here first and we'll soon be on our way to get this party started," commented one of the four heads of a hydra. Striking a strange contrast with his plain slacks and simple business shirt, modified to fit his four necks as well as four arms, and a name-tag declaring simply 'Hal'. Adding more amusement to the multi-headed reptile were the ties he had for each of his four necks, bright and garish to contrast his simpler clothes. Although besides him was an equally curious looking chimera. His three heads were vaguely canine, going from dark brown 'wolf', to a mixed color collie, and then a bright orange fox. Dark fur covered most of him, aside from his draconic wings and light fur of his chest and limbs. While his tail was another head, a long, green and black banded snake. Cerberus the chimera was quite pleased to see TLG Meats could get a fellow representative to have an 'equal meeting of minds' for him. Or at least number of limbs and heads. Hal continued along, "It sounds like you'd want to become a burger special. Hopefully you wouldn't mind being listed as mechanically separated. The quality wouldn't drop, but FDA regulations ya know." Each of the hydra's heads took turns talking, as he crossed both sets of arms. "This will let you get turned into meat without being snuffed and butchered first, and for ground meat I think it's the best option." Cerberus nodded along, checking and signing the many papers to begin the process of becoming meat. He did his best to add a flourish and sign things as 'gay' as his bright rainbow shirt had suggested. "Man this is a pile of paperwork, couldn't I just hop into the grinder? I've been dreaming of this for a long while now." Hal chuckled as he patted the chimera's wings. "Just think how much more satisfying escaping all this drudgery will be once you finish. Then you can leave all this bureaucracy behind for the rest of us. And some juicy burgers too." He winked as his hands reached down to pet Cerberus's long snake tail. The snake soon hissing contently into the petting, while the hydra looked on "Almost done, and just think that not too long ago everyone was just butchering animals without their consent. Quite a barbaric age before consensual meat options became available." Cerberus nodded along as he continued to sign the papers "yeah, and only a few types of meat to choose from. How boring is that." Of course, being a few types of meat all on his own probably skewed things there. Hal grinned along, "Yup, and I'm pretty certain Chimera was never on the menu before too. Y'know, I might have to pick up a pound of you to try. Not often we get any other multi-headed critters in here." "Say there, isn't it unprofessional to be hitting on your customers now?" Cerberus winked back, letting his snake head tail curl and tease back along Hal's hips, nestling in closer to the fellow male. His eyes closed as he licks his lips on two heads, "Man, I can't wait to be yours, well, meat that is." Hal let that professionalism slide some more, as his hands slid down to grope Cerberus's lap. "Oh, only if they aren't walking meat. You my friend, will probably be in my freezer tonight." He gave the chimera's arousal a good squeeze, "alas, this part will probably fetch much more than I could afford." Cerberus groaned as he was felt up by the hydra, letting his three canine heads and snake head tail nuzzle the four behind him. Wings hugging softly as he tried to keep writing straight, while his arousal pressed aching stiff against his tights. "mmmm, I think this is the last of the paper work, so now when do I get to hop in." "Well now, some one's eager to be chow." Hal chuckled as he nipped along the chimera's several necks, listening to the nice moans that brought him. Squeezing and feeling up Cerberus's lap firmly for a moment "well then, if you're ready, we can move along to the grinding machine." Hal guided the eager chimera along with his long tail, teasing over Cerberus's arousal with a purr. His own slacks tented blatantly as they walked along the 'work' halls. Through the many windows both could see the various execution rooms for willing prey. A fox boy wriggling on the end of his noose. A pair of roosters kneeling before a large guillotine. A frog being strapped into an electric chairs. An eclectic mix of methods and meat on display. Every room designed to please a prey's final moments, now matter how morbid their wishes may be. Hal's tail continued his fondles and gropes of the chimera's arousal, watching him peek into windows here and there. "If you want, still a chance to get yourself snuffed out and butchered. Could still become ground meat too. I hear we have an expert on throat slitting here today. Wouldn't feel a thing." Cerberus moaned softly at the thought, but shook his three heads. "No no, I had already made up my mind long ago. It's been my one fantasy for years now, to watch myself disappear into a pile of meat" Already a glob of pre stained his tights, especially against that fondling tail. "I want to see myself turn into sausage right before my eyes" The hallway turned along as Hal nodded. "You'll have your wish pretty soon now. I'm sure it'll be quite a show." The two soon reaching the processing rooms. Various chopping blocks, slicers and grinders of all shapes and sizes. Many at work, rending prey into cuts of meat to be sold, of all shapes and sizes. They nearly reached the end of the hall before entering one of the larger rooms. "And here we go, last stop for you I'm afraid. Although I don't think you're afraid at all." the hydra noted as they entered. The two looked inside. A massive steel machine glittered harshly in the spotlights. 4 long convey er belts stretched out from it, each marked with what it will carry off. Fur and scales, bones, organs and meat. A nearby tank ready to store all the blood that will be spilled. Stairs lead up to a simple harness to lower the cuts of meat, or whole prey, into the many glittering blades and grinders that await them. To separate and rend them efficiently and swiftly. or slowly if one desired. "It's a simple process," explained Hal as he showed off the deadly apparatus, "You stand here and get harnessed around your shoulders. Then you're lowered into these whirling blades of death. And you get separated from meat, bones and flesh. Once it gets to your chest, it'll all be over. Then we take the meat and organs and pack them up to be auctioned off. Don't worry too much about the pain, it will only last a few minutes. Then you're nothing but meat." Cerberus shivered at the explanation, his arousal twitched against his lap blatantly while he licked his lips. "Well then, I'm ready, so shall we begin?" "well then, let's get you stripping down handsome." Hal reached over to help lift the chimera's shirt free, while Cerberus began to wriggle out of his pants. The hydra whistling with two of his heads at the arousal the chimera sported, the other two licking their lips in approval. "Very handsome, got some Grade AAA meat here." He cupped the chimera's ballsac softly to squeeze. "Someone will be very lucky to get these." "Heh, I did figure most would want that bit of prime cut there." replied Cerberus back with a wink. Freeing his arousal fully from his tights to kick aside. Soon nude and strutting his body with a grin, looking over the blades he'll find himself exploring quite intimately. Hal replied back, "Yup, I'm going to be envious on whoever gets these in the end.", giving the chimera's sheath a good groping. "It's always a pleasure to meet the meat of course, but this here," He gives his sheath a firm squeeze, "has a date with the grinder soon, along with the rest of your handsome body. So I believe it's time to get going." The hydra guided Cerberus up the dozen steps to the top, leading the harness for his shoulders carefully. Clasping the several leather straps securely around his collar, while four reptilian heads nuzzled three canine heads quietly. Hal breaking the quiet moment, "I'm assuming you want to go slow and steady now, hon?" Cerberus was oozing precum as he was settled into the harness. Secured into the deadly device, able to struggle but no longer escape now. Ready and lusting to be fed into the steely maw and become burgers as he shuddered, "mmhmm, nice and slow now." The chimera crooned softly as the support tugged him over the open blades. Eager to be ground up into meat. The blades turning on with a low, deep hum, turning with a casual indifference towards the tender flesh soon to be lowered into them. The chimera's heart raced as his snake head shifted and squirmed. Looking down with a gulp from each head, "looks like this is it, hopefully I make you a very fine barbecue tonight." Hal nodded as well, adjusting the controls to begin the meat grinding process. Setup to take a good five minutes or so, just long enough Cerberus should make it through just to the end. Inch by inch the squirming body of Cerberus dipped towards the whirling blades. Toes curled as they neared the sharp teeth of the device, while he hissed his arousal and fear in tense anticipation. A sharp, deep whine cuts up from the machine as the blades finally sink into the chimera's feet. Blood soon flowing into the catch basin as Cerberus lewdly moaned in reply, eyes clenching shut. The first bits of flesh, meat and bones ending in their individual belts as he was neatly separated. Cerberus writhed in the harness as his calves were steadily removed to be turned into ground meat on the platform below. Eyes wide at the sight as he shuddered in pain and enjoyment. Cerberus's tail head shook in pain as the blades thoughtlessly ripped up to his thighs. His arousal was oozing pre, twitching and pulsing as he shuddered in the grasp of the machine. Visibly growing closer to climax as he slowly sank towards his death. His ballsac grew taut to his lap while he gripped the harness white knuckled. Eyes wide as all four heads watching with rapt interest as he was pulled by the machine's voracious blades, ripped apart into ground meat for him to watch. A series of yips and yelps in time to the machine's loud whining as he crooned. After a moment more his snake head could take no more. The other three heads clenching eyes shut as the snake head lifted high. And with a grinding crunch it buried itself into the machine. The chimera jerked in the harness, eyes clamped shut as he began to cum. Howling out in harmony as his climax made his whole body shake. His seed splashed and anointed the blades as his arousal dipped closer yet to them. The chimera soon spent physically as he slumped, watching relaxed and with a pleased grin as his lap was soon to settle on the whirling grinder. Those three heads sagged, panting heavily in enjoyment as they moaned and crooned individually. Watching his body lazily disappear within that loud, harsh grinding. Amused as a thin, metal rod poked from the machine to lift his sheath and ballsac up, pulling it outwards some. Then with a sudden, wet slice, a blade snipped his maleness cleanly off. The hydra winced in sympathy as he was cleanly cut and castrated. To carefully be set aside in the 'organs' belt. Soon the sharp blades lifted up to his belly, as a new set of them rose up from below. Rending his pelvis apart and soon pulling his insides out with a cheerfully smooth pace. The chimera a quiet groan, the pain and fading pleasure weakening him as he bled out swiftly for the machine, the slick blood keeping things smoothly moving. Watching in rapture as his meat, organs, bones and fur/scales piled up before him, neatly organized. With a deep crack his chest was soon pulled open. He barely responded now, eyes glassy as his body steadily died from blood loss. His arms fell into the blade's harsh grasp and were sharply tugged as he winced. With a sudden jerk his eyes opened, the chimera feeling his heart and lungs be smoothly removed with a rending tug. Both hydra and chimera watching intruiged as it beat feebly on the belt below. Though only the chimera gave a smile of enjoyment before his eyes faded. Body limp in the straps as he just shook from the force of the blades and grinders. Only a big pile of meat to disappear now, to come out pre-separated for sale. The harnesses released, and after a minute more nothing was left but the gory remains of the chimera. Meat to be packaged and sold, along with his organs. Each one to be bid upon and sold for meals for those lucky enough to get such a unique meal. Hal himself begins to clean up, removing the clothes to be given away. And ensuring he gets a bid in for a pound of chimera burgers himself. Making sure he got some of that cute rump he teased only moments ago. Thinking perhaps the chimera was right that he shouldn't be so forward with clients who will be his dinner so soon. But in the end, the meat was just as exquisite as he hoped, and that was all that mattered.

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Title: Fun at home: Squeaky clean by Rowyin Darkwulf Tags: M/F, Mouse, Oral, Pregnancy, Vaginal, Wet, Wolf Fun at home: Squeaky clean By Rowyin Darkwulf Rowyin © Me, Mousey, Makojin, and Sandy © their players. Standard disclaimer here... if you're under 18, go somewhere else.... It was a quite afternoon at the Darkwulf household. It had been a rather easygoing day... for those that where home at least. Makojin was napping quietly downstairs on the couch, having fallen asleep while watching Stargate SG-1. Rowyin and Sandy were off at work, but were due home in the next hour or so. Mousey had just finished up milking herself with her relatively new breast pump. Her breasts had begun producing milk rather early, her not being due with her four for another month and a half. She surmised that her increase in milk production was up mainly because of all the attention from Rowyin... not that she minded having her breasts emptied the old fashioned way... it was quite pleasurable. Mousey slowly mounted the stairs, grunting lightly as she trekked to the second floor, heading to the master bathroom to take a quick shower. She strips as she steps into the bathroom, reaching into the enclosed shower stall and turning on some warm water. She sat back, smoothing the fur on her tummy. Surprisingly, only her top two babies were kicking, their little feet making the occasional bulge on the upper hemisphere of her tummy. She reached into the large shower stall, testing the water before stepping into the hot stream. She began to soak herself in the hot water, leaning over and picking up a bottle of shampoo to wash her hair. As she squeezed a dollop of the shampoo into her hand, the shower stall door behind her slides open silently, then slides closed. She jumps as she feels a pair of large hands slowly stroke across her sides, wrapping slowly around her from behind. She murrs lightly as the hands scritch her tummy lightly, leaning back into the chest of the one behind her. She looks up into the face of her mate Rowyin, big smiles on their lips. He leans forward slightly, kissing her on her nose as his hands continue to rub her wet belly. She places a wet hand on his cheek, lightly caressing it. "Hello hun... nice to see your back from work..." she says with a grin. He chuckles, nodding slightly. "Yes... and I heard that you were taking a shower, so I decided to join you." He replies in a rather chipper tone. She gives him a smirk as one of his hands stroke slowly down the arc of her belly. "Oh really? Just here for a shower, huh?" She asks in a doubtful tone as she feels his fingers trace between her legs. He murrs softly into her ear, sliding his other hand up to one of her breasts. She gives a slightly uncomfortable groan as he begins to play with one of her breasts, taking his hand and sliding it away. "Those are kind of sore at the moment hun...I just finished milking them before heading up here..." She says, getting a nod in response. "Ok hun...I'll lay off them for now..." He whispers into her ear, his fingers between her legs slowly strumming the outer lips of her sex, rubbing the pads of his fingers between the wet folds. His other hand returns to her belly after lathering up with the fur soap bar, beginning to 'wash' her tummy. She presses her rump back against his hips, pressing his sheath between her rump cheeks and stroking them up and down his package. She reaches behind herself, stroking her hand across his sheath before turning around. Both of her hands start to gently stroke his sheath and balls, coaxing his long shaft from its hiding place. As his shaft reveals itself, her fingers begin to tease and stroke along his length, causing him to moan out. She slowly kneels down onto the shower floor as his shaft stands fully erect. Her hand wraps around his thick shaft, slowly stroking him from tip to knot, spreading the water from the shower up and down his length. She leans forward and gives the tip a small kiss, then runs her tongue around the head. He shudders lightly, leaning back against the wall as she begins to give his shaft a thorough tongue bathing. A thick bead of pre develops at the tip of his shaft, only to be quickly lapped up by her tongue. She uses her tongue to guide the head of his shaft into his mouth, her cheeks going convex as she sucks on the tip. He lets out a low groan as she begins to slowly bob her head along his shaft, taking it to the back of her mouth, then suckling hard on it as she pulls it from her mouth. She reaches both hands up, one gently stroking and squeezing his pulsing knot, the other kneading his heavy balls. She looks up at his pleasure-filled face, giggling a bit to herself as she twirls her tongue around the shaft in her muzzle. He began to lightly roll his hips as she sucked him off, his shaft releasing increasing amounts of pre, which Mousey suckled down quickly. She could feel that he was getting close, so she increased the speed at which she bobbed her head, sucking hard off and on. His balls began to tighten in her hand, and she could feel his thrusts begin to get more desperate. She suddenly took him all the way into her mouth, the tip of his shaft pressing down the back of her throat, her throat muscles lightly swallowing on the tip. This last stimulus sent Rowyin over the edge. He yipped out loudly as he came, squirting his seed right down her throat. His knot inflated right in front of her nose, throbbing with his pulse as he orgasmed. The flow of his seed soon tapered off, Mousey pulling his shaft from her throat and leaving it on her tongue as the last of his seed dibbled from his shaft. She cleaned any leaked seed from her muzzle and his shaft, then took it out of her mouth as he reached down and stroked her ears. His hands took hers and helped her back up onto her feet. He leaned down and gave her a kiss on her nose, and was about to start returning the favor when she stopped him. "No hun... it's ok... you can always get me back later..." She said with a wink. "We need to finish taking a shower before we use up all the hot water..." She said, picking up the soap and lathering up her hands. She ran them all over his chest as he lathered up her tummy again, making sure to stay 'professional' and actually clean her up. After washing and rinsing off they stepped out of the tub and dried each other off, taking turns with the fur dryer, then finishing up with a few towels. Rowyin heard the sound of talking coming from downstairs, and guessed that Sandy had arrived home from work, so he led Mousey down the stairs and into the kitchen. There Sandy was, standing at the kitchen island, chopping up some vegetables, apparently for dinner. She stopped as Rowyin stepped up next to her, leaning over and kissing her gently on her lips. "Hiya hun..." He says after giving her neck a nuzzle and then straightening up. Mousey waved to the skunk, then headed over to the kitchen table, where Makojin was nibbling on some cheese from a gift cheese sampler. "Hey? Where did you find that?" She said with a slightly jealous tone. Mako smirked and finished off the piece she was nibbling on. "I found it on my tummy when I woke up from my nap..." She replied, sliding the little box over to Mousey, who took one of the cheese pieces, but was stopped from eating more by the voice of Sandy. "You two better not be ruining your appetite over there... or I'm never cooking dinner for you all again..." She said as she scrapped the chopped up vegetables into the boiling pot on the stove. Rowyin snuck over, taking a sniff of the vapors rising from the pot. "Mmmm... beef stew?" He asks, getting a nod from Sandy in response. She took the cutting board over to the stove, gently nudging Row out of the way as she scrapped the cut up veggies into the pot. "It shouldn't be too much longer, so just go and take a seat..." She said, playfully pushing him towards the kitchen table as she went to put the cutting board back. He chuckled and stepped over to the table, taking a seat next to Mousey. As Sandy said, it wasn't long before dinner was served; the stew spooned into bowls for everyone. They sat down and had a nice dinner with each other, describing how their days went. Rowyin complemented Sandy on the delicious meal as he finished his own large bowl. The other girls, though, far out-ate Row, but of course they all had an excuse. An hour later four full furs plopped down onto the couch after Rowyin tossed a movie into their DVD player. Rowyin sat with Mousey in his lap, Sandy and Makojin cuddling together next to the wolf and mouse pair. With the large meal digesting in all their tummies, it wasn't long before two of them were asleep, those two being Mako and Sandy. Mousey wasn't too far away from joining the other two femmes in slumber land, if it wasn't for the attention Rowyin was giving her. His hands roamed over the expanse of her tummy, every once in a while stroking over her popped belly button. He had found that the farther along in her pregnancy she got, the more sensitive the little button got. That worked in both good and bad ways, although he tried to only use it to please her. He nuzzled her neck gently, nibbling softly on the edge of one of her ears. She stifled a moan, slightly trying to wiggle out of his grip. "What are you trying to do?" She whispered in a mock-reprimanding tone. He chuckled softly and continued to stimulate her belly button and nibble on her sensitive ears. "Oh, you know... just paying you back for the favor from earlier..." He said as he switched to nibbling her opposite ear. She caught herself before she let out a rather large squeak as his free hand reached up and lightly pinched one of her nipples. She was glad they weren't sore anymore, but that didn't make them any less sensitive. "What... right when Sandy and Mako are sleeping next to us? Do you want to wake them up?" She murmured. Rowyin flashed her toothy grin, then went back to his ministrations, his large hand cupping her breast, lightly groping the soft orb while teasing her nipple. Rowyin's hand slowly began to trace down her tummy, moving away from her belly button and down towards her pubic region. He realized she was already quite wet as she spread her legs to allow his fingers access, a bit of her juices dribbling from between her legs and soaking his lap. She suppressed another moan as his long fingers stroked over her lower lips, spreading them apart with two fingers as a third rubbed over her sensitive clit. She could feel his sheath bulge against the swells of her rump-cheeks as she wiggled back and forth on his lap, his warm shaft creeping up her backside, pressed flat against his own stomach. She reached up; pulling his head to her muzzle, then whispered something in his ear. He chuckled and nodded, releasing her as she repositioned herself, placing her legs around his as she straddled his lap. His growing erection pressed against the lower swell of her tummy, his growing knot wedged between the lips of her sex. His hands went back to her belly and breast as one of her own went to his throbbing erection, stroking the underside of it softly with her dainty fingers. Pre began to dribble from the tip of his shaft, leaking down the length of his shaft, joining with her own juices as they leaked onto his knot and down onto the couch. She finally lifted herself up slowly, letting the tip of his shaft trail down across her tummy before the head slipped between her lower lips. She teases him slightly before she starts to lower herself onto his shaft, biting her lips and quieting a moan. She let out a lustful sigh as his knot finally pressed up against her sex, spreading the lips a bit farther around its girth. She savored the feeling of his thick shaft stretching her tunnel, leaning back against his chest. He bent his head forward, kissing her on her neck, then cheek as he felt her tunnel ripple along his shaft. She began to rise up on her hips, sliding his shaft out of her sex before she lowered herself back down, a wet squelching noise emitting from their union. Rowyin took a peek to his side, making sure Sandy and Mako were still sleeping. He knew that if he woke them up, most likely he wouldn't be getting any seep at al that night! He noted hat they were still sound asleep, and stifled a small grunt as Mousey pressed herself down upon his shaft again. His hands went to her hips to guide her as she rode his shaft, his own hips thrusting upwards lightly. Mousey brought herself down onto his shaft, then swiveled her hips, stirring his shaft inside her. She fought back a moan as the head of his shaft grazed an especially sensitive spot inside her sex. She increased the rate that she was moving along his shaft, grinding herself down on to of him. She was getting close to her peak, her breathing coming out in small pants as she bounced up and down on his lap. He was close as well, and she could tell; his labored breathing, the girth of his swollen knot that pressed against her every in-stroke, the way he was thrusting up into her. His hands slid to her rump, giving it light squeezes as he thrust up into her. He grits his teeth, groaning softly as her sex suddenly tightened up over his shaft. Her passage becomes a whole lot more moist as she squeaks softly, having hit her own orgasm. The gripping of her sex turns out to be too much for him. He presses his hips up against hers hard, his knot pressing apart the lips of her sex as it pops into her and goes about its job, tying their hips together. All the muscles in his body tighten up as he releases his seed into her with a grunt. Mousey collapse back against his chest, panting heavily, her eyes closed. He catches her as she falls back, laying her against his chest, nuzzling her neck. "I hope... you enjoyed that..." He whispered into her ear. He didn't get a response from her, and he realized it was because she had joined the ranks of the other two in the room, and was now sleeping atop him, still tied to his shaft. He chuckled lightly and again checks on the other two who, despite the noise he and Mousey had made, were still sleeping. He sat back against the couch, lightly stroking Mousey as she slept, her body unconsciously snuggling up against his chest. It took a while for his knot to diminish enough for him to be able to remove it. He almost fell asleep himself before he realized he could remove Mousey from his shaft. Gently lifting her, he sat her down on the couch next to him. He got up and stretched a bit before moving back over to the couch to go about the task of taking everyone up to bed. First up was Makojin, who he slowly slid apart from Sandy before he picked her up. Being that she was a lot smaller than him, and the smallest in stature of the three girls it was rather easy to pick her up and carry her up the stairs. He gently placed her down onto their large bed, then went back downstairs to retrieve the next one. Next up was Sandy, who he hefted up into his arms. On his way up he felt her wrap an arm around his waist, her head nuzzling against his chest. "Mmmm... did you two have fun while we were sleeping?" She asked in a sleepy tone. He nodded and kissed her forehead. "Yea... but I thought you were sleeping?" He said with a light chuckle. "Through most of it yes... "She replied, hugging herself tighter to his body. When he reached the bed he set her down next to Makojin, giving them both a kiss. Sandy smiled, then cuddled back up to Makojin as Rowyin left to go retrieve Mousey. He slid his arms back underneath her body, carefully lifting her up. Once he returned to the bedroom he laid her back down on the bed, then joined her, spooning up behind her. He felt their combined sex juices drying on his lap and chuckled to himself. "I'm going to need another shower..." End.

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The stadium lights blared in her face, reflecting off of her hood to create a spectacular light show that only added to the magnificence of her sheer presence. The best part is that it hadn’t been done on purpose; Cadenza just slithered onto the stage, the lights were turned on, and the whole thing fell into place, leaving her quietly impressed at the serendipity of it all, and quite a bit excited at the prospect of turning the whole venue into a large-scale nightclub of her very own… especially since she didn’t really fit into proper nightclubs anymore. Cad would be lying if she said that she didn’t miss the experience. The (comparatively) tight space made for a compressed, heavily-fueled atmosphere that almost served to keep her going purely off the contact high, with the bass beats reverberating off the walls for some truly stellar and stunning acoustics that just weren’t possible in the great outdoors. Still, improvement and progress came at a cost, and hers was… well, it was hard to call her current size a “cost”, in all fairness, but it did sometimes make her wish she wasn’t so utterly gigantic as to need half of a stadium just to get the party started. On the other hand, needing half a stadium just for herself and her equipment was such a divine and transcendental experience that it was hard to truly put it to words, especially when the giant boa looked down at the immense crowd before her and couldn’t even make out any one individual person. They were a blob of excited shouting and frantic motion, most of which was so fluid that it became legitimately entrancing, leaving the giantess feeling like she should’ve already begun the show yesterday. It was a bother setting everything up as well; she’d been waiting inside the stadium for the past two days just to give the construction teams enough time to set everything up, tended to by a large group of roadies whose sole task was to make sure that every whim of hers was taken care of to the best of their ability. Cadenza made sure to keep her demands light though; she might be an almost-literal goddess in mortal trappings, but she was a merciful one, so there was no need to go overboard with anything… aside from her mixing table and sound system, those were absolutely worth going over the top with, and not just because of her predilection for volume; seeing as she was going to connect the whole system to her hood in order to both amplify and modulate it at will, it was important that everything be set up just right to prevent any incidents, lest the venue’s crowd be left deafened or bleeding from the ears. Sometimes both, though no one really saw fit to complain about it for some reason. Seeing as it was impossible to truly hide whatever she was doing from her adoring fans, Cadenza spent the last couple of hours before the show was scheduled to start calibrating everything to make sure it was up to specification, double- and triple-checking the wires, the electronics, even the metal plating just to be certain that nothing would surprise her for the full duration. Six whole hours of her giving thousands of lucky people the show of a lifetime, completely obliterating anyone’s ability to sleep in at least a five mile radius; it took thousands of permits and goodness knows how much money in outright bribery, but it was going to happen. She, and she alone, would become the epicenter for an explosion of musical madness that would take the world by storm, because she didn’t intend to just stop there. First that stadium, then another one wherever they wanted to take her, and then the rest of the world; this insanity she was participating in at that exact moment was nothing but a test run for something even greater down the line. Two hours she spent bobbing her head up and down almost subconsciously as she went through the motions, the crowd growing thicker and more numerous as all those lucky enough to get a ticket were ushered in and told, to no real avail, to find their spot in the marked sections and stay there. It was impossible to control anyone, especially considering the type of people that had come to attend; they just wanted music, wanted to close their eyes and let their bodies move on their own without having to worry about whether they were going to bump into anyone, that sort of thing. To ask for them to hold still and keep to artificially imposed barriers was tantamount to heresy, both for the ticket-holders and for Cadenza herself; hell, the only reason she hadn’t already begun working her magic was only because she wanted to make sure everyone was in place before she did so, that no one would miss out on it. Once everyone was in place, however, there was no real stopping her, not when one of the organizers gave her the thumbs up and the titanoboa began to stretch her fingers. Just like in every show, the world around her seemed to slow down and filter out; with her eyes closed, even the raucous crowd faded into the background of her mind, muffled by a curtain of her own consciousness, her body being the only thing she could feel. Her fingers met the surface of the mixing table, traversing every switch, every knob, every button, feeling it as if it were her own body; to a great extent, given that she had plugged herself in, it truly was, with her expanded mind being capable of tapping into the electronic components of the enormous array to adjust it on the fly. Even with her eyes shut she could “see”, the faintest hint of neon lights flashing in and out of existence as the electrical currents made themselves known… and when the display on her head went completely dark, the rest of the stadium’s lights dimming simultaneously, the whole world came into focus again. There was silence, as the crowd gathered there realized what was about to happen. With the sun long set and the stage lights being slowly turned off one by one, the massive, hulking silhouette of Cadenza stood there, immobile, her head bowed forward towards the mixing table she was ready at. Her hands moved so slowly as to be imperceptible, tension rose, and every eye was on her; within moments, though never in any predictable way, the stadium would erupt in a shockwave of sound and colour, and the crowd’s collective mind would be awash by the kind of impossibly enrapturing music that only that colossal snake could provide. Within moments, their lives would halt for six full hours, that they could simply live in the moment and forget everything else. And Cadenza would provide. With a grin forming on the edge of her lips, the faintest hint of a bright fang glinting in the moonlight, the titanic giantess unleashed an electrical pulse that coursed through every piece of equipment she was linked to, and in one fell swoop, in one glorious moment, every light in the stadium was turned on at maximum luminosity, the sound system blasted with a single, resonating bass beat, and every single person in attendance was practically forced onto their ass from the sheer strength of the shockwave. Then, just to complete the picture, Cadenza opened her hood wide, the speakers installed on it visually throbbing as another beat coursed through them and straight into the air, causing the crowd to erupt in loud, frantic cheers! From there on, it was hard to tell just who exactly was in charge, her muscle memory and instinct, or her conscious mind. With herself being plugged into so much machinery, capable of feeling the very currents that were turned into vibrations in the house-sized speakers mounted on either side of her just moments before they became actual soundwaves, the whole thing became as much instinctual as it did directed, leaving her in an odd sort of half-trance where everything she did seemed to come to her a half-second before she decided to do it. The lights blaring, the beats thrumming, the crowd’s cacophony adding to the confusion, it was enough to overload even her well-honed and practiced senses; one could only imagine how overwhelmed those tiny ones were feeling down there, having to deal with everything that Cadenza herself did without the privilege of being a stadium-filling titanoboa with years of experience. Then again, that was the whole point of it; people didn’t come to her gigs for a reasonably fun time, they went there to get completely lost in the music. As usual, Cadenza herself was having a hard time remaining truly cognizant of what was happening around her. With the stimulation being amplified by her own techno-organic components, the extra links to her mixing table and what were actually some pretty decent acoustics for a wide-open space, it was hard not to allow herself to melt into the background, so to speak, to give her mind permission to diffuse itself into every beat, every boosted bass, every moment of perfection where she felt her entire body vibrating underneath the unrelenting assault of her very music. She wasn’t even fully aware of what it sounded like; with so many years of practice under her belt, it was easy enough to go through the motions and just open her mind to the whole thing, which had the curious effect of the music not truly being processed like it was meant to. In a way, it was a sort of induced synesthesia, even if only a temporary one, designed to take one’s senses and smash them into bits before rearranging them in increasingly exotic forms, providing a unique and impossible-to-replicate six hours for the lucky souls that managed to buy a ticket. They would speak of this for years to come. However, something else was infiltrating Cadenza’s mind, worming its way through the thick curtain she’d laid over her own perception. It was something new, powerful enough that even the giantess, in her semi-fugue state, was all-but forced to pay attention to it as it intruded upon her vibe; it wasn’t necessarily bad, just new and unexpected, like her mind had birthed a brand new sensation that she’d never had the opportunity to truly analyze, leaving her more curious than concerned. So… she tapped into it, her head still bobbing to the rhythm of the beat, her coils having to work overtime to keep themselves in check, her hands still doing what they should be; it was as if Cadenza could compartmentalize everything but that one, unidentified thing, leaving her body in its own hands as her focus turned inwards towards that small, and yet unbelievably bright flame burning inside of her. It beckoned her, called her, extended its fiery touch closer and closer still until she could practically feel it, filling her very body and soul with what felt like an endless wellspring of energy… and yet, rather than feeling alien, it was oddly familiar, like it belonged to her in some way. Rather than a new thing, it had always been there, just not always active, simply waiting for an opportunity to make itself known, to show to the giantess that, rather than having just popped into existence, it truly had already been an integral part of herself that she had simply failed to recognize was there at all, growing stronger by the day, more intense with each foot of herself that was added onto her body. As she grew, so too did this fundamental part of her very self become more prominent, yet always remaining in the very back of her head, waiting for the opportunity to strike when the iron was hot… and now, when the stadium was packed with both her body and those of her most adoring fans, when she had progressed to the point where she could conduct an entire show without even thinking about it, when the very show itself was designed from the ground up to provide a transcendental experience for everyone there to feel it, that’s when this burning flame decided to make itself known. Cad felt it before she saw, heard or tasted it, that last one striking her as incredibly out of place once her tongue felt like it had been dipped in some kind of magnetized metal, sending shivers down her spine just as her whole body seemed to freeze up, though still leaving the music to keep going somehow. But it wasn’t being produced by the mixing table, and it certainly wasn’t being blasted through the speakers installed next to it; rather, it was coming from inside of her, from that tiny flame that grew bigger and more all-consuming each time it throbbed and thrummed to the beat, the sounds becoming louder and louder as Cadenza herself came to realize that the true song, the true essence of it, was coming from inside that… whatever it was. Her creativity? Her true soul? The very core of her ability to create music? Whatever it was, she reached out for it, holding it tightly against herself, her electronic display frazzled and seemingly corrupted as it flashed through several distorted iterations of her “eyes”, all while her hood carried on producing the same beats as before, only distinctly more powerful this time around. Just as she held that burning flame within her mind, so too did its vibrations begin to course through her, leaving her body feeling like gelatin as it was thoroughly worked over by sonic shockwaves that started at the top of her head and made their way through her whole length, leaving her tail feeling like it had been turned into a lightning rod, one that felt heavier and more unwieldy for some reason. It took a few moments and several of these waves before Cadenza realized what was happening: each time a cycle was over and a beat left her body, it also pushed the tip of her tail a few feet further away from her. She was growing. The realization should’ve hit her a bit harder than it did, but at the same time, it almost felt like the logical endpoint for everything she’d done so far. After all, as far as Cadenza cared, she’d already been growing for years at that point; there was a very good reason her career started with her being able to fit into actual buildings and now she needed whole stadiums just to be able to house her, so a few extra feet really weren’t all that impressive in the grand scheme of things. Hell, if it went on for long enough, the snake figured that she could occupy the entire arena and have her fans jump onto her for the duration of the show, making for a truly spectacular, one-of-a-kind experience, real bang for their buck. But, as the beats continued to come, as the growth continued to mount, Cadenza was forced to admit: this time was different. Very different. Then again, different didn’t necessarily mean worse, as she was quick to find out. In fact, it felt remarkably better than all the other times her growth took place when she was aware of it; more often than not, her ascent towards the heavens happened slowly enough that she couldn’t really focus on it, nor really experience it in any meaningful way. Only very rarely did she undergo a growth spurt significant enough for it to be seen and felt, and even then those few occasions were nothing compared to what she was going through at that exact moment. It felt like everything she’d gone through before, but magnified a thousandfold and fed directly into her sensory nerves, those poor things fraying at the edges in their frantic attempts at making sense of everything they were picking up. It was overwhelming, yet simultaneously… fulfilling, like it was meant to happen and she was just going through something that had always been planned for her. Rather than it being a gradual transformation, however, the process taking her over began to speed up over time, even if the crowd being encroached upon by the titanic coils was blissfully unaware of the danger they were in. The beat gradually grew stronger, faster, deeper and more reverberating, until it wasn’t just a single shockwave going through Cadenza’s tail, but several crashing into one another across her entire body; predictably, this not only meant that she began to expand in every direction rather than just having feet added to her length, but it also ensured that this growthsplosion picked up the pace too quickly for the giantess to really slow it down or do anything about it… assuming, of course, she even wanted to do either of those things (she didn’t) as opposed to having her head move along to the beat as she enjoyed every single inch of herself that materialized from nowhere. It took a long time before the first people became aware of how Cadenza, rather than staying on her side of the stadium as planned, had begun to invade the dance pit; but rather than scream in panic and run away, they instead turned to face her and threw themselves onto her body, glueing their own to her scales before attempting to climb upwards. After all, if Cadenza was growing larger, where better to celebrate this than on the extra room she was creating on top of herself? Cadenza… well, she didn’t exactly think the same, mostly because she wasn’t really thinking at all apart from how much she could intensify the beat before it went completely out of control, or if she should take it so far that it did slip away from her grasp. The sound system wasn’t even plugged in anymore, with the synaesthetic sound being blasted exclusively from her opened hood, the air vibrating with such strength that the distortions were actually visible if one paid close attention; and with each thrum of her speakers, with each sonic wave that nearly deafened those that it slammed into, she grew just a little bit larger, a little bit stronger, until the whole stadium began to feel dangerously cramped. With her hands held high in the air in a victorious pose, her muscles subsumed by the strength of the beat, Cadenza was the first to feel the metallic superstructure holding everything together, and soon enough her head would be pushing up against beams and rafters, with everything around beginning to grind and groan as her body pushed against the tight confines of the arena; the crowd climbed onto her, cheering her on, demanding more, and while the giantess was still mostly focused on nurturing that burning source of energy within in, she was nevertheless more than happy to provide. The rest of the city and its surrounding suburbs would be given a rude wake-up call when the already-loud music began to reach areas that it really shouldn’t, the curvature of the planet no obstacle for the sheer strength of the soundwaves produced by the titanic snake’s techno-organic components. She could feel the beat through every inch of her skin, every ounce of muscle and bone… and there were a lot of those, considering she hadn’t stopped growing and the entire stadium had already begun to fall prey to her increasing size. It was almost too easy, with her not even having to rip chunks of it away; rather, all it really took was for her to look in the general direction of an obstacle and the vibrations coming from her hood would eventually get rid of it, turning it into a warped and bent version of itself before the whole thing was turned to a thin dust. How exactly the squishy people dancing on her body weren’t being affected was anyone’s guess, but it also wasn’t a priority for Cadenza to figure out; just as long as they were safe, then that was all that mattered. In the meantime, the world became her plaything. No need to move anything out of place, because either it was atomized by the increasingly powerful, rhythmic pulsing waves produced by the speakers on her hood, or it was shattered and broken in the old fashioned way, when her tail made its way clean through whatever was in front of it, alternatively flattening or just outright crumbling it depending on its constituent materials. The entire metropolis would very quickly be infected by the same sensory overload that those in the stadium had already gone through; even those who had been woken up by the noises couldn’t find it in them to be even slightly annoyed, because why would they ever complain about being given such a beautiful gift? Especially when all they had to do was crack open a window and look outside to be able to see Cadenza’s frame, looming over the whole city as it progressively occupied more and more of the horizon. The titanoboa herself wasn’t even fully aware of just how immense she had become; then again, it was highly doubtful she’d actually care that much even if she were, given her typical attitude towards growing outwards was general annoyance at the fact that it wasn’t going any faster. For her to be able to turn herself into a beacon, a spectacle of musical self-indulgence, was the height of achievement, and if she could bring others along with her to enjoy the ride, then that was just the cherry on top of the proverbial ice-cream shake. So what if buildings had to be removed from existence at a molecular level as they were shaken apart, so what if others had to be physically destroyed when her body started to grow at an unsustainably quick pace? No one was being harmed, as all those lucky enough to be in the way simply had to stretch out their arms and embrace her as her coils advanced through the urban landscape, so why bother holding back anymore? Each beat, each bassy thrum, added yards onto her form in every single direction, yards more of length to coils that would very quickly grow long enough to be discernible from low orbit thanks to their striking colours. But that still wasn’t enough; it wouldn’t be enough until she was in low orbit, her music bouncing off of the atmosphere so that all those living on the planet could hear it, regardless of where they might be. Her blessings would not go unheard, and if she had to restore hearing for that to happen, so be it. She wouldn’t have to worry too much about that though, given the rate at which things were progressing. Restoring senses to those that lost them was a noble goal and all, but as her growth became exponential and the rhythmic beat continued to mercilessly add more snake onto the already-colossal giantess, Cad’s problems would soon become those of a more planetary persuasion. Well, one said “problems”, but they were hard problematic; perhaps someone who truly cared about stability and the long-term survival of the Earth itself might object to the notion of a serpentine body very quickly growing to encircle the whole thing, transmitting the seismic vibrations of its music to the crust in such a way as to crack and shatter it, all while creating large, all-encompassing waves that threatened to consume most shorelines around the world. Perhaps this hypothetical person might even panic at the prospect of a musical apocalypse wrought by a titanoboa that lived up to its species name and then some. But the magical aspect of it was that there was no such person, or at least they didn’t hold onto their sanity for long enough to really matter. It was, after all, utterly impossible to resist the sounds being produced by Cadenza’s entire body, with the electronics on her hood having long-since linked to the rest of her form in ways that defied even her comprehension in order to spread the infectious, rapturous joy of her new, divine tune to the rest of all furkind. None would be left behind that wouldn’t hear it, feel it, more often than not both as their senses were assaulted from every possible direction, and several others of a more hypothetical nature for good measure; if one couldn’t hear, their brains could still be vibrated at just the right frequency to ensure they received the same message anyway. For once in all of history: unity. Through song. It was poetic in the kind of way that required one’s mind to be in a slightly workable state in order to be truly appreciated, thus excluding… most of everyone alive. Of course, that didn’t preclude them enjoying the titaness’ ascension in their own unique ways; just as the planet was being destroyed by a snake that had miles added in her stature and even more in her tail’s length each time a single beat was produced by one of her speakers, so too did all of her passengers do their absolute best not to give the most singular of shits about whatever was happening outside their immediate area. They each had their own part of Cadenza’s body, often shared with others who climbed onto it at the same time, and that was all they needed; the sounds seemed to energize them, turning them into something akin to perpetual motion machines that lived off the very song they were creating, for they too were instrumental in the perpetuation of the beat. Every single one of them served as a resonator of sorts, through which the vibrations could be magnified and altered in unique, mind-bending ways, until whatever anyone was hearing was more a result of the people immediately around them rather than what Cadenza herself was blasting at full volume. Of course, what the titanobia was subjecting herself to was the purest, rawest form of the transformative beat, unfiltered as it slammed into her every half-second, in time with the tempo in just the most marvelous way. It was perfection in musical form, impossible to transcribe and of unending brilliance, to the point where the giantess was convinced that it wasn’t even her who had come up with it, because no one came up with it; it was a fundamental force, something inherent to their universe, a beat and rhythm that she had stumbled upon after so many years of perfecting her craft. Perhaps it was a gift from some higher being, who chose to bless her with this knowledge that she may unleash it upon an unprepared world, or perhaps she had simply been lucky, and the combination of everything that had happened to her up to that point could only ever have led in that direction. Whatever the case, the tune was hers now, and she was going to use and abuse it to her heart’s content. Soon enough, there wouldn’t be a place on the planet that didn’t experience the effects of Cadenza’s beat, even if her body had merely grown big enough to just barely encircle the Earth once around the equator. It did give the planet a certain distinct aesthetic to it; looking down from high orbit or even from the moon, having that belt of vibrant gray and yellow made for a wonderfully dashing accoutrement, even if it was one that grew thicker and more all-encompassing as time went on and the sounds began to try and break free from the confines of the atmosphere. This would be the ultimate test, in a way; noise simply couldn’t propagate properly in the depths of space, so clearly the music would have to end once Cadenza grew big enough. She could keep it going of course, but it would be nothing more than vibrations at that point… or at least, that’s what science said, and what did science also say about giantess snakes who grew thanks to the power of divinely-inspired song? Very little, as it turned out, and yet she was there, making a right mockery of conservation of mass as her coils tightened their grip around her homeworld and began to outright crack it open like a fragile egg. The only reason she hadn’t done so any earlier was purely because there were still people left who hadn’t climbed on; couldn’t really destroy the whole place if that meant harming someone, so like a good, merciful goddess, Cadenza took her time to allow her precious little ones to get close enough to smack against her scales and then climb to safety. Of course, by that point, volcanic activity around the planet had been turned up to eleven as veins of magma erupted thanks to the pressure she placed on the whole globe, but thankfully, no one was really hurt by it. Singed, perhaps, but not hurt; and besides, as soon as they climbed aboard the goddess musical train, all their wounds would be tended to, all woes taken care of, all concerns made moot. They had Cadenza, that was all they needed. As such, the planet was free to go. With a final burst of size, her coils by that point having circled around the Earth so many times as to hide most of it from view, Cadenza tightened her grip just enough to shatter the rocky body into a couple of thousand differently-sized pieces. Only the solid iron core remained, surrounded by the wispy remnants of the liquid outer portion, but even those were adequately taken care of with just a flick of the wrist; off to interstellar space they went, Cadenza taking their place in the Solar System… for the time being. After all, what was stopping her now? The planet was gone, and yet she remained. Sound was impossible out there in the vastness of the cosmos, and yet she clearly still heard the beat, as did all of her little ones if their endless dancing was any indication. Why, then, should she bother to stop, ever? The whole universe was waiting for her.

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Title: The Mellow Traces by Squirrel Tags: Bat, Character Development, M/F, Mouse, Oral, Romance, Sci-Fi, Squirrel Baby Akira was asleep. Her parents were not (and wouldn't be ... anytime soon). For they were bare in the bedroom air. With bedroom eyes. With fur just begging to be matted by pillows and sweat. With tails just begging to be tugged and stroked. With a fire that just NEEDED to be stoked. Oh, what lovely rhyme and reason! A giggle (on her part ... on the bat's). And she slipped her arms around the mouse's belly. From behind. Hugging him from behind. Putting her paws over his eyes and whispering, "Guess who?" "Mm ... " "Two guesses." "Two?" Field asked, tilting his head (the paws moving with him, keeping him blinded. "Aren't you supposed to get three?" "Mouses get two." "No fair," was Field's retort. His snaky tail, thin and silky ... pink and long ... slithered round her waist. Circling round her waist. As if anchoring his body to hers. So, if one fell ... the other would fall, too. So neither could escape the other. "Come on, darling ... it's an easy one." Adelaide grinned. A sunset-bright grin. "Two guesses should suffice." "Mm ... hmm ... " He feigned uncertainty. "Um ... " Her lips brushed the back of his neck. Her fangs ... skimming over his fur. "What sharp teeth you have," Field whispered. "Whoever you are," he added, smiling. A giggle. "The better to bite you with, mousey." "Mm ... you must be ... " He bit his lip, doing his best to look cute (and succeeding ... with whiskers twitching, and nose sniff-sniffing; always, a constant source of anxious energy). "Must be ... " "Time's up," was her delicate-as-air whisper. And she turned him around, paws removed from his eyes ... and going to the small of his back. Pulling him belly-to-belly with her. "Adelaide," he whispered. Breathing her name. "Yeah ... " Her nose touched his. His sniffing nose to her ... quiet one. "You got me," she confessed, her pink eyes bright. Her pink eyes vibrant. Her pink eyes ... locked to his blue-greys. "Do I get a prize?" "Mm ... a gold star?" she suggested. "A pink one?" he asked. Eyes on her fur. Nose moving from her own nose ... to her neck. Where he breathed in. Of her scent. Of her fur. "A pink one ... I like pink ... " "You've got a bit of pink on you," she said, a paw straying to one of his dishy ears. Running round the perimeter of it. The edge of it. The inside of his ear was delicate and flimsy and pink. His nose was pink. His ... A surprised squeak. Her paw at a firm grip ... on his pink, sheath-less mouse-hood. "A bit of pink," she repeated. "You're pinker," he said, smiling warmly. Lips mouthing at her fur. Wetting her fur. Breathing out ... on her. "You're browner," she replied. Her free paw on his side, sliding to his back, to the upper regions of his rump. Eying his honey-tan fur. "You're sweeter." "You're cuter." "You're brighter," he told her. Whispering it into her angular, swept-back ear. Her more powerful ears. "Is either one of us," she posed, also at a whisper, "going to win this?" A giggle. A helpless, shy giggle, and the mouse pulled back ... 'til they were nose-to-nose again. "I was gonna let you win." A laugh. "LET me win? You were gonna LET me win?" Eyes darted. And he grinned. "How 'bout we call it a draw? We're both ... silly furs. I think that's as good a categorization as any," she confessed, "to stop on." "I suppose." He playfully grabbed her paws. Tugging them. Tugging her arms. Trying to draw her backward. To the bed. She had since let go of his mouse-hood, and now held his paws. Playfully resisting. Holding her ground. He tugged. "Mm ... " "Where dost though wish to fly away to, Field? Wherever are you trying to take me?" she asked in proper tone. "I don't fly ... I scurry," he reminded. "Ah. Is there a difference?" "Scurry is ... cuter." "Is it?" A grin. Showing her fangs. "Isn't it?" A blink. She tilted her head. Considering. "You know what? I think it is." A little squeak. And he tugged on her paws and arms again. "I wanna get you," he said, "to the sheets." "Why's that?" "Mm ... you're teasing me now. No more teasing," he said. Dishy ears filling with blood. Turning rosy pink. Turning more sensitive. "Aw ... " She withdrew a paw and put it to his cheek. Cupping his cheek. Looking into his eyes. "So, what's the plan?" "We fall like leaves," he whispered, eyes closed, "to the mellow traces of the sheets." "And then ... ?" "We do what young bats and mouses do ... when they're in love. When it's late at night. When they're mates. When they don't wish to feel any loneliness or fright." "So, we make poetry?" she said, smiling, tilting her head ... at his words. "Is that what young bats and mouses do ... make poetry?" "Music, more like." "More like love," she whispered. "We make love. Let's not compare," she said, with a warm smile, "love to any ... art. Love IS art. And, as an art, cannot be described ... as music, as ... for love is an art of its own. It deserves its OWN name. There is no ... comparison," she said, backing him up to the bed. He shuffled on his foot-paws. "Would not love, though, by any other name ... feel as good?" Field posed. She gave him a playful shove. "Too much thinking, Field. No more thinking ... " He squeaked! Falling to his rump on the sheets, the mattress ... bouncing a bit, foot-paws still on the floor, but upper body at a lie-down on the bed. "You gonna crawl your way into the middle of this thing, or am I gonna have to drag you?" she questioned. "I can crawl. I can crawl," he defended, wriggling, crawling to the middle of their bed. And reaching his arms out. She took hold of them. Chittering as he ... ... pulled her to his chest. She huffed a bit. Their bare bodies, their warm, furry forms ... snugged. She put her muzzle to his chest. Kissed. Delicately kissed. And, oh, his paws ... how they roved through her pink fur. Her bright fur. Over the delicate, fleshy wings of her ... that ran down her furry arms and furry sides. And a paw straying to her breasts ... cupping one ... She exhaled through the nose. Whispered, "You don't know ... what you do for me, darling." She closed her eyes. Nose, again, buried in his fur. Breathing in ... and out. In ... holding her breath. And out. "How I worry about you. I know you took our exile hard. I know you wanted to ... take me home with you. Live on a farm with me. Just us, in the countryside ... I know you wanted all that ... " "We'll find another planet, maybe," he whispered back. Very delicately (so as almost not to be heard). "We'll find a new home ... " She nodded, her nose going up and down in his fur ... as she did so. "I know we didn't plan on being parents, either. I mean, I ... " "Darling ... Adelaide ... " "Mm ... don't shush me," she whispered. "Well, I ... " " ... need to hear it. Need to hear it said. I know you, Field. I know that, daily, you need to be told ... that you're loved." "So do you ... " "I know. But you're the needy, mousey one ... you're so fragile. Sometimes, I fear you'll ... things will break you. But they never do. But I'm always here to pick up your pieces. To put you back together again. I want you to know that ... " "I do know ... " "I love you," she whispered. "And I need you. And I want you ... " Each sentence growing bolder, more permanent. "And we'll be okay." "I love you, too," was his weak, airy whisper. His paws clutched at her. "I need you, too ... and I ... " He began to stutter, flushed. Blushing. "I want you, too ... " Her eyes open, the bat brushed a paw around the edges of his ears. "I'll never tire of your shyness." "I thought you said," Field confided, flushing, furry chest rising, falling. "I thought you said ... no more thinking. Too much thinking. No more ... thinking," he said, huffing. Her paws running up and down his sides. "I'm talking, not thinking." "But you have to think to talk ... don't you?" "Mm ... can't you think of any way," she asked, eyes glinting, "to shut my muzzle?" "Maybe." "Well, then ... steal my breath, Field," she asked. "Leave me breathless." He tilted his head, his muzzle, and ... did as told. With relish. With ... lips meeting hers. Soft, sweet, succulent ... this kiss! How it lasted, for seconds. For seconds more. How warm hint of wetness (of their tongues behind those lips) ... was there. How the taste was evident. How, when the kiss was broken, a little smack-smack sound resulted. How she, with her eyes closed, put her head on his shoulder. How she, huffing, said, "I can still breathe ... I fancy," she confessed, lost in the art of this ... " ... fancy that I would like to be turning blue. From so many breathless kisses." A shy smile. Ears burning. The mouse ... his whiskers twitching, his tail (no longer around her waist) snaking in the air. "And lose your pretty shade of pink?" A shake of the head. "I won't have it ... you're too beautiful to change." Adelaide opened her eyes. Lying on her side. And she took a deep breath. And gave a warm smile. "Alright," she promised. "Okay, this time ... we're really gonna ... not talk. We're just gonna ... " "Let it happen," he whispered, a paw on her belly. Nodding. For he was ready ... more than ready. Had been waiting all day ... for this. For her. For the two of them ... alone. The two of them ... antsy. For this duet. A quiet nod. Staring at him. Loving to look at him. His trim, slender form. His twitching motions. He kissed her again. Her cheek. And her neck. And she tilted her head. And opened her muzzle, huffing ... outward. Breathing in. His kisses were small, shy. Little mousey nibbles. And they went down her neck. To her shoulders. To her breasts. He paused, mouth on her breast. "I heard that," she whispered. "Mm?" He pulled back a few inches, ears burning. Cheeks flushing hot ... beneath his fur. A secretive smile. "I heard that," she whispered, locking eyes with him. "In your mind. I heard that ... stray want ... " He shrugged bashfully. Smiling, looking away. And back to her. "Well ... " "Go ahead," she whispered. Eyes sparking. "Take a sip ... just don't," she said, grinning, "drink me dry." She was still lactating. His eyes stayed on hers for a moment ... and he nodded, and ... put his muzzle back down. Down at her breasts. Where me mouthed, slowly, slowly ... until he settled on her right nipple. And he slipped his lips over the nub of it ... She closed her eyes. Sighed! And the mouse suckled. Softly, gently ... suckled. A little sucking sound resulting ... from the motion of his lips. And little streams of drool filtered out of his mouth. The bat arched. Feeling his tongue worm around on the nipple. Prodding her. The mouse's nose flared. Whiskers twitching, brushing her ... as drops of her milk met his tongue. Giving rise to a more desperate suckling. "Whoa ... whoa," she panted, giggling. "S-slow, slow," she said (soothingly). Stroking the fur on the back of his head. Scritching behind his ears. A squeaky sound from his throat. A non-verbal "sorry" ... and, eyes closed, he kept suckling. "It's okay," she whispered. Sighing. "Oh ... " The mouse tasted of her milk. A bit more, a bit more ... and went to the other nipple. And repeated the same motions. To the same sensual result. And when he pulled off, huffing, eying her ... ... she gave him a toothy grin. Vowing, "My turn to suck." The mouse's ear-tips burned with heat. "Um ... " "Don't want me to? My subservient rodent ... doesn't like it?" She was already slithering down his body. "I ... d-do, I just ... you're ... " The bat's tongue was built for helping to catch and eat insects. It was longer than the mouse's tongue. And more versatile. "I overload your senses, huh?" A giggle. Though she'd tried (several times), she'd never gotten him to climax ... from giving him oral. The mouse was simply too sensitive ... and had too much stamina. She always had to pull off him, panting. Had to go a different route. But she always tried. Oh, she didn't mind trying ... and, one day, she would get him. She grinned at the thought. "Yeah ... " A swallow. "I'll give you what you can handle," she teased, grinning ... as she said it. In her element. Strong, passionate ... playful. But very tender ... in how she touched him. Very feminine ... in her presence. Oh, he loved her. Oh, the air she gave. "Well, I ... I ... " He stuttered. She wasn't wasting any time. Her lips were already sliding, sliding over pink, smooth flesh. Sliding down. Halfway down. Pausing. And she chittered from the throat. And the vibrations, they made him shiver. He squeaked aloud, craning his neck. Eyes shut. And she slid the rest of the way down. And paused. And pulled back, lips sliding, sliding slickly ... to his tip. Where her tongue, it licked the underside of the head. And at the slit. The tip. And her lips, forming a ring round him ... went back down. Eventually settling into a gentle bobbing motion. The mouse laid still. As if paralyzed. Panting, panting ... furry chest rising, falling. Paws clutching at her pink fur. The fur of her shoulders. The bat's eyes closed ... as she bobbed. As she suckled. And Field squirmed a bit ... " ... mm ... mm ... " Minutes. And the mouse, huffing, felt his fur mat with sweat ... ... until she pulled off. Huffing. Huffing. "Oh ... mm ... " Pulled her muzzle off and crawled over the top of him, on her fours above him. The mouse on his back. And she looked straight down into his eyes. "I'd keep going, but ... there's so much more," she breathed, "to do." A swallow from him. A breath. And paws and arms going to her, around her back, and ... pulling her down! A chitter! A squeak! And they were belly-to-belly. Her furry form lying flat atop of his. Muzzles together. In a kiss ... brought on by proximity. By want. Desire. By love. Oh, they fell into each other ... and, oh, yes ... into the mellow traces of the sheets. Finding a rest that only existed here. And the end of this passion, of this night ... ... at the moment, was nowhere near. A tangle of furry limbs (and wings) and tails ... and little moans and rubs. Chitter! Squeak! A paw tracing ... ... along his brow. With a medical scanner. "I've been getting headaches," said Wren. Sitting on a bio-bed. "Headaches?" Kody asked. They were in sickbay. "Yeah ... " A pause. "Well ... would you care to elaborate?" "No. That's why I'm here. So, YOU can tell ME what's wrong. Why would I come here, otherwise?" the Captain asked. "I don't know." A slow, steady look. A pause. Putting the scanner aside. "Headaches, hmm?" A blank nod. "Not resting? Not eating?" "I do both ... maybe not enough, but ... " "Something on your mind, then?" "Something's always on my mind. I'm the captain of this ship. The first rodent captain on the first ship of prey, and ... I get us banished from home. So, we're stuck ... floating above a frozen planet. Bartering with snow rabbits. Fighting off wasps ... who knows what else. Yes, I have a lot on my mind." "Sarcasm never worked on you," the rabbit told him. "You come off as bitter ... when you're sarcastic." "Doesn't everyone?" the squirrel met the rabbit's eyes. "Not everyone." "Like you, I take it?" "My sarcasm is funny," Kody insisted, reaching for another scanner. Wren didn't respond. Simply listening to the beep-beeping of the various monitors ... and he sighed. Said, "I'm just tired." "Repression can do that to you." A blink. A head-turn. "What?" "It can eat away at you. Burn up all your energy." Kody met Wren's eyes ... not breaking the contact. "I know how you are. We have a past ... remember?" His voice was quiet. Wren swallowed. Got off the bio-bed. Took a step. "A past," he said, back turned to him. "But not a future." It was as if the sentence ... was meant to be an insult. "So, next time you come to my quarters at 3 AM, wanting to give me muzzle ... I'm to turn you away?" There was dead silence. Wren's tail quavered. "I didn't think so," Kody whispered. Wren swallowed, turning around. "I came to you ... last week," he said slowly, trying to keep his breath steady, "because I had some ... demons," he emphasized, "that I needed to work out. I couldn't tell Rella." "She wouldn't understand?" "Most furs don't." "You're not giving her any credit." "I gave my family credit. It was a mistake. Same thing happened to Field. Field's not repressing anything ... why would you think I am?" "This isn't about Field ... anyway, he is, too. You can see it in the way he speaks and moves. But Adelaide allows him to feel what he feels ... and he channels it ... into her. She allows him to be as wispy and waif-like as he naturally is. Doesn't scrutinize him for it. And she takes the dominant role ... they make it work. Why? Cause he honestly loves her. And she loves him. But I'm not sure that you're in love ... with your mate." "That's pretty arrogant, you know. To question whether I love my mate." "Then why are you yiffing with me ... behind her back?" "Why are you letting me do it?" Wren countered. The rabbit was quiet. His eyes darted for a second. And he answered honestly, "Cause you're the only one who's ever been kind to me. I mean, REALLY kind ... to me. And because I have many weaknesses. And you happen to be one of them. You tempt me ... and expect me to resist?" A breath. "Everyone on this ship thinks I'm some kind of ... crude, crazy fur ... they think I'm callous. That I don't care about anything. They think I'm one of those eccentric doctors. And you're starting to treat me like one of them. You wanna use me to ... satiate your hidden desires? You want to do that, and have the gall to ... snap at me," the rabbit accused, "in front of others. Telling me not to talk about ethics. Telling me ... " "Just stop, okay?" the squirrel interrupted. "You came to ME. You brought ME along ... on this mission. Why? Cause you wanted me around? Why am I here, Wren?" "Is that rhetorical?" the squirrel asked. "Again," the rabbit said, nodding. "Bad at sarcasm." Wren's whiskers twitched. "I'm not ... wanting to have an affair with you. That's what this is gonna be ... if it isn't already." "So, you've given me oral a few times ... in the past few weeks. So, I pawed you off. No one knows." "Adelaide and Field ... they'll know. I have to purposely avoid them. Cause I'm afraid they'll find out." "I'm not telling," Kody said, stepping to his desk. Sitting in his chair. Turning his head. "And I'm not forcing you into anything." Wren shook. And turned to leave. "Going back to her?" Kody asked. "I love her," Wren replied. "Then best keep her warm. Give her a kiss ... from me." Wren glared. And reached the doors, which opened with a swish. "Oh, Wren," Kody called. "What?" The squirrel stopped for a moment. "What about your headache? Don't you want some medicine?" "I can live with it," was the response. Before the doors closed. A pained look tracing ... ... the wolf's brow. As he stared at the food processor. "Hello." Pyro spun, nearly dropping his glass. And let out a breath. "Oh ... wow, I didn't see you there." Assumpta, from a table in the corner, nodded. Tilted her head. And squinted. They were in the mess hall. After-hours, the lights were dimmed in here. She was here because her mate, Azure, was going to be in hydroponics ... until after midnight. Cataloguing and securing a small shipment of ice plants brought aboard from the snow rabbit's world. He was going to devote a little corner in the bay to "ice flowers." Upon hearing this, she'd suggested he plant edible things, too. Being that they were relying on hydroponics more and more ... for food reserves (as, sometimes, they hadn't enough energy to make constant use of the food processors). The squirrel had, therefore, agreed to plant some "ice fruits" ... "Didn't think anyone was here." "Is that why you came?" "I was hungry," Pyro said, eyes darting around. "If you're hungry, you should acquire food. Not a beverage," she said. Of his glass of water. "I'm thirsty, too," Pyro managed, clearing his throat. The snow leopard eyed him. And nodded to the chair on the other side of her table. "You may join me." "Heh ... an honor, I'm sure. I've been given permission?" Pyro grinned, sitting across from her. "You are the new crew-fur." "Guilty as charged," was the wolf's response. Another grin. Assumpta was nibbling on something ... some kind of fish dinner. Fish, macaroni ... something. Pyro glanced at her meal. "I am ... branching out," Assumpta explained. "I was told I had a dour culinary palate. I am attempting to expand it." "Ah ... " "You may order your food now, if you wish." "Well, I'll wait," was Pyro's response. Assumpta cut off a piece of fish ... very properly. With a knife and fork. Oh, her teeth were sharp. She was a predator, alright. Her ice-blue eyes narrowed. "I scare you?" "What?" "I scare you. I can smell it. I can hear it, too." "Hear it?" "Your heart," she explained. "Oh ... well ... no. I mean, no ... " "The rumor on the ship," she continued, almost sagely, as if having knowledge that he, himself, did not. "The rumor is that you are from a mirror universe. And that, in your universe, wolves are prey. And squirrels are predators. That all the roles are reversed." "Something like that." "Yet you still have the teeth of a predator. The eyes of a predator. Are you not a predator?" "No," was the whisper. "Would I be scared of you, otherwise?" "So, you ARE scared of me?" Damn. She had him. Pyro's red eyes darted. "Well ... alright, fine. Okay. You are intimidating. And don't say you aren't, okay? You're like this ... forbidding ice queen." Assumpa made a face. "No offense." A head-tilt. "None taken." Pyro nodded. Sipped his water. Looked around. "Hey, um ... you don't happen to know anything about Dotty, do you? I mean, like ... are you friends with her?" "Soldotna?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Well ... just curious. I'm trying to get to ... know her better. You know ... " "If you wish to know anything about Soldotna, perhaps you should ask Soldotna. I would assume she would be the best resource for such information." A chuckle. "Yeah, well ... I don't know ... heh ... it's ... " He faltered a bit. "I'm rather shy about asking her ... I mean, I want to get to know her more." The snow leopard's eyes widened. "You wish to copulate with her? You wish to ... " A flush. "What? No ... I mean ... yes. I mean ... " His cheeks got hot beneath his fur. "Look, I just want to know her better. She's one of the only furs on this ship who doesn't have a mate. I'm new. I'm lonely. We've talked. She seems nice, is all ... I was just wondering if you could tell me ... you know, her likes. Anything ... maybe I could do for her ... that she might like." The wolf trailed. "I am afraid not." "There are only, what, eight-three ... or eight-four," he corrected, "furs on this ship? You've been aboard for, what, a year? You don't know anything about her?" "I keep to myself. I have a very ... small circle," she admitted, "of friends. As you may have noticed, this is a ship of prey. And I am not prey." Pyro nodded. "Ah ... makes sense." His nose sniffed the air. His heart pounded. Out of intimidation. But ... she had this way about her ... She squinted. "Heh ... sorry. Have a good nose." She resumed eating her fish. "Well, I'll go ... " Pyro stood. "You may stay. We can eat our meals ... and talk." "About?" "Your universe. This universe. I am sure we can find something to discuss. Unless, of course, you're too afraid of me ... " A grin. Was she taunting him. Her? With her steely demeanor? Teasing? A nod (on the wolf's part). He chuckled. "Okay. Sure." The snow leopard eyed him as he went to get his meal. Wondering how one could be a predator on the outside ... but prey on the inside. Was their any trace of normalcy ... ... in this cold war? In this daily stand-off? "You called?" The fox turned his head. His fur ... a snowy, brilliant white. His muzzle ... marked with black. His nose black. His paws ... black. And his teeth were an off-white. He squinted. "Yes." "What is it this time?" "That ship is STILL there. Still in orbit of their world. Has been for two weeks." "I am aware of that," said the fox at the door. He held a superior rank. "Our satellites are trained on it." "I just wanted you to know, is all." "Well, I DO know. Is that all?" "The snow rabbits are ferrying them 'supplies' ... constantly." "Are you implying something?" "That the snow rabbits are recruiting those furs ... onto their side. That they're going to use that ship to launch attacks on our borders." "A reasonable assumption. It would not be above the snow rabbits to resort to such things. However, it is too early to say. The thing about being poised to jump, lieutenant," said the superior, "is that ... he who flinches first ... ends up on the ground first. From the other's pounce." The lieutenant frowned. "IF and WHEN ... they make a move ... we will respond accordingly. Not until then." "But that ship ... why are they there? What are they doing there?" "I do not know." "I believe we should find out. We have agents on some of the stations, do we not?" "A few." "Have one of them board her ... posing as a repair team. A scientist. Anything. If we can get scans of that ship, interior scans ... we would safeguard ourselves from a possible attack." A sigh. "I will ... consider it. Right now, it is enough to monitor that vessel. That ... Luminous." A pause. "We will destroy her if we must." "I believe it will come to that. I believe they are in league with the snow rabbits." "If that is the case, then ... may God have mercy on their souls. But ... that remains to be seen. Now, do NOT interrupt me again ... telling me things I ALREADY know. Is that clear?" "Yes, sir," replied the fox. Flushing. "Good." The superior turned and left. And the lieutenant stared at the viewer. Eyes tracing the image of Luminous ... docked at a snow rabbit station. In orbit. Voice asking quietly, "Where are you from? What are you doing here?" And his eyes darted to the telemetry from the satellites. Right now, it would have to be enough ... just to guess.

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Title: Fran Johnson Ch. 07 Tags: slut wife, wimp husband, cuckold, cream pie, cheating wife, neighbor, first time, older woman, huge cock *I strongly and respectfully suggest that if the reader hasn't already read Chapters 1-6 of this story, they do so now before reading Chapter 7. You can find links in the lower right hand column of this page. Trust me. \-Heironymous* \------------------------------------------------ Evidently Bill's new desire to cook and wear my apron only lasted one night! The next day it was back to usual, and he expected me to make dinner every night. The rest of the weekend was uneventful. I kept thinking of ways I might see Trevor, but I didn't think it would be right without Bill bringing it up. Bill was very attentive to me all day Saturday and Sunday and we relived my experience with Trevor over and over. On Sunday night Bill announced that he was going to have Trevor come over while we were at work for the next week so he could actually get some work done. Bill said that the lawns needed mowing and the gardens needed weeding, and so long as I was home, it wasn't likely that Trevor would get much work done. Inside, I felt disappointed. I was already looking forward to seeing Trevor again and playing with his enormous cock. I couldn't get it out of my mind, and I wanted to hold it in my hand again and kiss it and suck it and lick it. I guess for the next week I'd have to make do with Bill's five inches and be happy with it. That shouldn't be a problem, I thought to myself, I'd always been happy with it before. While I was cleaning up the dinner dishes, Bill went into the other room to call Trevor and make the work arrangements for the coming week. When he came back into the kitchen, he came up behind me and slipped his arms around be and cupped my breasts in his hands. He said he had some good news for me. I asked him what it was and he told me that Trevor had told him that his parents were going out of town for a few days and that they were leaving Friday morning. Bill went on to say that he thought the neighborly thing to do was to invite Trevor over for dinner. I suddenly had a vision of sitting at the dinner table with Bill and Trevor and realized that it might be very uncomfortable for both Trevor and me. "Do you think that's a good idea, Bill?" I asked him, thinking of the situation. "Good idea or not, he's coming over Friday at 6:30." Bill gave me a little kiss and a squeeze on my breasts and continued, "We'll have to start planning what you'll wear." I was both excited and fearful about the dinner plan. I definitely wanted to see Trevor again. In fact, Friday seemed like so far away when I thought about it that way. But I couldn't imagine in my mind how him being here for dinner with Bill and I could possibly lead to what I was hoping for: another chance to kiss and lick and taste Trev's beautiful penis. I wanted to taste his sperm again, to feel it spray the back of my mouth. Goodness, what was I thinking? Again, the week seemed to go by slowly as I looked forward to Friday night. On Wednesday Bill and I went to the lingerie store and picked out a sexy matching chemise and panty set that was so sheer you could see right through it. Or I should say that Bill picked it out. I envisioned myself after dinner saying something like, "I'm going to go slip into something more comfortable." But when I laughingly told Bill about my plan, he told me I should greet Trevor at the door wearing my sexy new outfit. I think I actually blushed, and Bill caught that I found that idea embarrassing. "For Christ's sake, Fran," Bill whispered to me at the back of the store. "The guy's seen you completely naked and you've sucked his cock." I can't imagine him seeing you in sexy lingerie could possibly embarrass you." "Well, it's just different," I responded. "First, you'll be there, and it will seem weird to him that I'm showing myself off to him in front of you. And," I continued, "its for dinner, not me just out sunbathing on the deck as if by accident." "Look," Bill told me. "He knows what you two have done. You know what you two have done, and I know what you two have done. There's nobody who's not in on the secret." "But he doesn't know that you know, Bill," was my instant response. I realized that's what was making me feel uncomfortable about Friday night. "Well, it's time for him to find out," Bill said. "It's time to let the cat out of the bag." I still felt very uncomfortable, but had confidence that Bill had a plan, so I let it go. On Friday I could hardly contain myself all day. When I got off work I went home and started in on dinner. I was making my special cannelloni with a Caesar salad and garlic toast. Bill brought home some red wine for dinner and gin and tonic for a before dinner drink. I got the cannelloni made and in the oven for slow baking. I had the garlic bread made and wrapped in foil ready to go in the oven, and the lettuce cleaned and torn for the salad. I set the table in the dining room, and finally felt that it was time to go get ready. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was already 5:00. He'd be here in an hour and a half! As Bill was setting up the bar, I excused myself and went upstairs to get ready. I got undressed and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I had been turned on all day, and I touched my pussy. It was gooey even on the outside. I had been wet all day in anticipation of the night ahead of me, and it had been smearing my panties with moisture. I couldn't wait for Trevor to use what I had taught him to make my breasts and clitoris feel good. I couldn't wait to touch his penis again, to hold it in my hand, to feel it in my mouth. My mind drifted to thinking about what that huge monster would feel like inside me, but caught myself. It wasn't good to start thinking that way. I was Bill's wife, and I couldn't, and wouldn't, go as far as having intercourse with another man. I got into the shower and washed and shaved my legs, armpits, and pubic area. When I got out, I dried off, did my hair, and put on some perfume. I dabbed a little bit on the fronts of my thighs as well, wondering if at some point Trevor's head might be down there. I got a small shiver from that. I went into the bedroom and opened up the bag from the lingerie store. I put on the silky, sexy chemise, then slipped on the matching panties. The chemise was see through, and my nipples were clearly visible. It came down to just below my my bottom, but you could see the pretty panties right through it. The panties were sheer as well, and if I pulled up the chemise, my little tuft of pubic hair was clearly visible. I took a good look at myself in the mirror. Goodness! I may be in my forties, but I still had the body of a woman in her twenties. I thought I looked pretty darned hot! I put on a robe over my new outfit and went back downstairs to finish dinner. Bill asked me to model the outfit for him, and when I did, he gave me a wolf whistle. I was nearly shaking with anticipation and arousal as 6:30 neared. Bill took me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Fran," he said seriously. "Tonight is going to be a special night. I want you to pretend that I'm not here when you interact with Trevor. Don't think about what I might think or what Trevor might think because I'm here. Just pretend that I'm upstairs, looking through a window, and do what you would do if I weren't here." "I don't know if I can do that," I answered. "I mean, you will be here, and Trevor will know that." "Just try, Fran. Just remember, if you get the urge to do something, but you don't want to because I'm here, then just go ahead and do it anyway. Trust me, it will all work out." "I'll try," I told him. "I'll do my best." Finally, right on the dot, the doorbell rang. Bill asked me to get it, and I quickly took off my robe and answered the door. There stood Trevor dressed in slacks and a golf shirt. I invited him in, and as he walked past me I got a whiff of his cologne. Very sexy. I told him he looked very nice, and he returned the compliment. I told him I had bought the outfit especially for this evening, and twirled once slowly so he could see me from all angles. "You look really hot, Mrs. J," he said. I reached up and gave him a little peck on the cheek and thanked him, then took him by the hand and led him into the living room. Bill greeted him heartily. I could tell that Trevor felt a little uncomfortable, having me dressed like this in front of him with my husband there, but Bill was doing his best to put him at ease. Bill asked Trevor if his parents let him have a drink, and Trevor told him that since he'd been away at school, his parents allowed him to drink in the home now and then when he was in town. Bill mixed us each a drink, and we sat down to enjoy them before dinner. Bill quickly sat in the recliner, which left just the couch across from it for Trevor and I. We chatted and made small talk, and the cocktail definitely made the conversation flow smoothly. Trevor kept glancing over at me, trying to sneak a look at my breasts. I had turned towards him, leaning against the armrest, with my legs up on the couch. Just to tease him, I let my legs fall open a bit so he could see how skimpy and sheer the piece of material was that covered my pussy. I knew he could clearly see my little patch of hair through the panties, and I wondered if he might be able to make out the contours of my labia. I let my legs fall open a bit more so Trevor had the clear signal that it was no accident. Trevor was trying to be polite and chat with Bill, but he was having a hard time. He kept trying to sneak looks over at me. Bill was keeping the conversation going, and the gin was going to my head a little. I had let my shoes drop off and I started rubbing my foot on Trevor's leg, what I probably would have done if Bill wasn't there. Bill acted as if nothing was wrong, but I could see that Trevor was having a hard time concentrating on what Bill was saying, but was trying to respond to him. I let my toes wander around the outside of Trevor's thigh for a while, just lightly rubbing it with the ball of my foot. After a bit, I moved my foot to his crotch. As Bill and Trevor chatted, I found his penis with my foot, and began playing with it with my big toe. I could feel it harden and I ran the side of my foot up and down it. Trevor was clearly exasperated with me doing this in front of Bill. Bill, sensing this, stopped talking about what he was talking about and changed the subject. "Trevor," he said. "It's ok. I know what went on between you and Mrs. Johnson." "Mr. J, I'm really sorry, I........." Trevor was clearly in a state of panic. Bill held up his hand to cut him off. "It's ok. I don't mind. When Fran's happy, I'm happy. And you made her very, very happy." Trevor looked confused. "She's your date tonight," Bill continued. "Just pretend like I'm not here, or that I'm just a third wheel. She's your date tonight, Trevor. She's yours tonight, and I'm okay with it. I want you to make her happy." Trevor shook his head and replied that he didn't get it. "Fran," Bill said to me, "why don't you give Trevor a little kiss so he can see that I don't mind at all?" I slid over on the couch and got up on my knees next to Trevor. "Go ahead, Trevor," Bill said. "Give Fran a kiss. Really, it's ok." Trevor turned towards me, and I leaned down to kiss him. Our lips met, tentatively at first, then with more passion. I put my arms around his neck and responded to his soft lips, opening my mouth, inviting his tongue to meet mine. I felt his arm go around me as he returned the kiss with more confidence, his tongue finding mine, soft and gentle. The kiss ended and I looked at Bill. He was smiling. "See, Trevor?" Bill smiled. "It's okay. Fran and I have this all worked out." Trevor still had his arm around me and I looked back at him, our faces only inches apart. He pulled me back in for another kiss. I fell across his lap with my arms around his neck while we kissed deeply and soulfully for two or three minutes, our tongues lashing at each other. When the kiss ended, I told him that I needed to get up and finish dinner. I didn't want to leave his embrace, but I wanted to get dinner out of the way. I went into the kitchen while Bill and Trevor stayed behind in the living room talking. After a while, they came into the kitchen and Bill told me that everything was fine, that Trevor understood. Trevor walked over to me and took me in his arms again, giving me a deep kiss. My body responded to his touch and his kiss as he held me in my arms. I buried my face in his neck for a moment, then raised my lips again to his. Again, he gave me a long, deep kiss. Trevor was a very good kisser. I broke away with regret, and served the dinner. Trevor and I sat on one side of the table, side by side, as Bill had arranged prior. We opened the bottle of wine, and there was much laughter and conversation. Trevor would frequently touch my leg under the table with his hand, and I let my hand wander over to his leg as well, and even up to his penis once or twice to give it a little pet or squeeze. I was beside myself with excitement. I was terrifically aroused, and it began to feel completely normal, playfully teasing and petting with Trevor at the table while Bill sat across from us smiling. It was more as if Bill were an old friend than my husband. Trevor was definitely my boyfriend that night. Once, when Bill got up to go to the bathroom, Trevor and I started making out right at the table. I loved the way it felt to kiss him. So passionate, so romantic. My entire body felt alive and sensitive when he held me and kissed me. I lightly caressed his penis through his pants briefly while we kissed. I wanted him to know that I felt a great desire for him. When Bill returned, we straightened up like two kids caught with their hands in the candy jar. I giggled. But the kissing had its effect on me. I was turned on, and I wanted to concentrate on being with Trevor. I had a glass and a half of wine with dinner which, coupled with the gin and tonic, was way more than I usually drank. After I had served dessert, Bill suggested that Trevor and I go into the living room and that he would clear the table. He said he had it all set up for us. I took Trevor by the hand and pulled him out of his chair, playfully. I really wanted to get him to the living room. When we got to the living room I could see what Bill had been doing while we thought he was in the bathroom. There was soft light and music playing. The drapes were all drawn, and the sofa bed was pulled out, with satin sheets and pillows strewn on it. I walked to the bed, holding Trevor's hand. When I got there, I turned towards him and leaned into his powerful chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I turned my face up to his. He brought his lips towards mine, and kissed me long and deeply. When the kiss ended, I asked him, "Trevor, are you all right with Bill being here while we do this again?" He nodded. "Yeah, he explained it all to me. He told me you want more sex than he can give you, that he's kind of slowing down as he's getting older, but you're not. He says I'd be doing everyone a favor by giving you what you need. And he just wants to stick around to make sure everything's ok, you being his wife and all." "And you're alright with that?" I asked. "Yeah," he continued. "You know, I've always been pretty shy around girls. I've never really been with anyone, not like that, and those last couple times with you, well, it just seemed so nice and normal, and I wasn't shy at all, and......" I stopped him with my mouth on his. When the kiss ended, he continued. ".....I just really like being with you that way, Mrs. J." I told him, "I really like being with you, too, Trevor, and you do make me very happy. But you can't penetrate me. We can make each other feel good, but we can't go all the way. That's only for my husband." "But Mr. Johnson said you were fixed, and when I told him that I hadn't been with anyone before, he said it would be okay. We don't even need to use a condom." I felt a rush flow through my entire body when he said that. Bill had actually invited Trevor to have intercourse with me. But no, I thought, I can't. That would be going too far for a married woman. "I don't know, Trevor," I said. I felt that I could justify the things we had done so far, and that guilt from it wouldn't eat into my relationship with Bill. But I was afraid, so afraid, that to actually have intercourse would be something that I could never justify, and that I would regret forever as the guilt and recrimination eroded my relationship with my husband. "I just don't know," I repeated. "I am married, after all. I'm not sure it's right." But the thought of it had certainly inflamed me. While my mind was saying no, my body was saying, "please, please, please, please!" When Trevor kissed me again, I melted into his arms. We fell onto the bed, and he rolled over on top of me, pinning me to the bed. I felt helpless underneath him as he smothered my mouth with kisses. I returned each one with more passion. I put my arms around him, hugging him to me in the thrall of our embrace. He rolled off me to the side, and I immediately reached for his big cock. I felt it in his pants, already hard. I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants and pulled his zipper down. I reached into his pants and found it, waiting there for me. I held it in my hand and squeezed it. I rubbed it up and down. I had missed it so much. I had wanted it so much. I went to the foot of the bed and took off his shoes. Then I pulled on the hem of his pant legs. His bottom rose up, and his pants slid down. I pulled them off. I reached up and grabbed his underwear, and pulled them down his legs and off him. His magnificent cock sprang to life when free, all of it, sticking up in the air, beckoning me. I moved up to it, took it in my hand, feeling its massive girth. I wondered how it would feel in me. I kissed it. I wondered how it would feel as it slid all the way in the first time. I licked it. I wondered what it would feel like buried deep in my pussy, touching places that no man had ever touched. I took it in my mouth. I imagined what it would feel like to have it ramming in and out of me. I used my mouth like a vagina, fucking him with my lips and tongue. I wondered what it would feel like when it exploded in me, filling me with his warm sperm. I worked my hand in time with my mouth. "Come for me, Trev. Come in my mouth," I pleaded. This was what I had been waiting for all week. I kissed and licked and sucked and used my hand. "I want your cum, Trevor," I almost begged. "Come in my mouth." I felt his cock twitch, then pulse, then he flooded my mouth with his milky sperm. He groaned and unleashed another gush of cum. I sucked greedily and swallowed every drop. I milked the last drops out of him. I was so turned on! "God, that felt good, Mrs. J." Trevor said as I kissed and licked the tip of his penis. I felt it softening in my hand. "I think it's time you started calling me Fran, Trevor," I said with a laugh. "Yeah, right. Fran......that really felt good." I climbed up him until I could nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. "That felt pretty good for me, too," I whispered into his ear. "I don't usually like doing that". He whispered back, "Do you want me to do it to you?" I nibbled on his ear and whispered, "Yes, I'd like that very much." He rolled me over and got up on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles gleamed in the soft light. I scooted up a bit, and as I did, I noticed that Bill was sitting quietly in the recliner across from us. He was in the shadows, but I could see him smile when I caught his eye. He put his index finger to his lips, as if to say "Shhh." Trevor asked if he could take my clothes off. I responded by slipping off my panties. I could feel my thick juices cling to the gusset as I pulled it away from my dripping cunt. Then Trevor slowly pulled the sheer chemise up over my head and off me. He started by kissing my right breast. As he kissed and licked the right nipple, he did all the things I taught him with his hand to my left breast. As he took most of my right breast into his mouth and sucked on it, he gently pinched and twisted the other nipple, pulling on it lightly as he did it. It felt heavenly, but I was so turned on, I needed attention downstairs. I lightly pushed on his shoulders, indicating I wanted him to move down towards my cunt. He kissed his way down my belly, but stopped when he got to my furry little patch. "I've never done this before," he said as he looked up at me. "I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to do." I pushed his head down towards my pussy and said, "Just start by kissing up and down and all around it." I sighed as he started planting light kisses along my vulva and over the swollen lips. "Now use your tongue a little bit to lightly lick the lips on either side." He began to lick lightly up and down my lips. "Do you taste me?" I whispered. "Yes, and you taste good," was his answer. He went back to licking, this time with more pressure. Suddenly his tongue, almost by accident on the well lubricated lips of my pussy, slipped into the center and into me. I groaned, and he sensed that I found that pleasurable. He licked up and down, and would let his tongue slip into me as he got near the entrance to my vagina. He began to pay more attention to my opening, moving his tongue in and out like a small penis. I caressed his hair as he pleasured my wet hole with his tongue. "Do you remember when I showed you where my clit was?" I asked after relishing the feeling for a while. "Ung huh," he answered, his tongue deep inside me. "You can lick me there, too. Just use the tip of your tongue and lick it lightly." I held his head in my hands as he began lightly licking my clit.. "Do that and put a finger in me." He put his index finger in me, the palm of his hand pointing downward. "No, the other way," I corrected. "Turn your finger around so you can curve it up into me, not down." He made the correction, and slid his finger back in. "That's better." I could feel his finger working against my G spot. I caressed his head and hair and gave him encouragement as he pleasured me with his mouth and finger. I would tell him he could speed up a little on my clit, and he would instantly respond. It was like making small corrections while driving. I asked him to use two fingers in me, and to give my clit more stimulation. I was wanting to come. He sped up, and I pushed against his fingers as he drove them into me. "That's it, baby," I told him. "Just like that." I knew that if he kept on doing that, he would make me come soon. And soon enough, I felt my orgasm approaching from the distance. I felt it coming from far, far away. It sped up as it got closer, and soon it washed over me like a huge wave, enveloping me in it's wash, lifting me, and carrying me away. It was a wonderful orgasm; warm, comforting, and at that moment I felt great warmth and tenderness towards Trevor. I pressed my legs together as the orgasm subsided, squeezing his head lightly between my thighs. When I was completely finished, I pulled on his head, signaling to him that I wanted him back up. He kissed back up my belly, across my breasts, and I held his head between my hands as I brought his face to mine and kissed him. I could taste myself on his mouth. In the past, I would have found this very unpleasant, but in that moment, it was beautiful because it was his mouth, and his mouth had brought me so much pleasure. He laid on top of me and I could feel that he was already hard again. The base of his cock was up against my pubic bone, and the tip was well above my belly button. He kissed me and started lightly moving his hips as though he was fucking me. I responded by pressing up against him each time he pressed his loins into me. We kissed and did this little dance; all the movements of sex without penetration. I felt his hard cock against my stomach as we moved together in harmony. The kisses were heaven, the movement so sexy as we moved together. I ran my hands up and down his back. I caressed his bottom, one hand on each cheek, feeling the muscles tighten with each slow thrust he made. And with each slow thrust, my body responded, arching to meet him. "Mrs J." he whispered. "I really want to do it. I really want to put it in you." I felt myself take a sharp intake of breath as the thought of it hit home deep in my loins. "Shhh, Trevor, we can't do that." He rubbed his hard cock against my tummy. I moved against him, as drops of precum began to lubricate the friction between his beautiful, wonderful cock and my flat, firm belly. Suddenly I felt him shift down, and just like that it was rubbing against my vagina. "No, Trevor," I said. "we can do anything but that." His hips moved and the huge head of his cock brushed up and down my slit. My hips were in motion, rolling in time to his movements. It felt so good as he rubbed the head of his penis against my pussy. "We'd better stop now, Trevor," I said. But I couldn't stop moving my hips in time to him, rubbing my pussy against his hard cock. Then I heard Bill say, "Go ahead Trevor, it's all right. She wants it" Trevor jerked, startled by Bill's unexpected voice, and tried to pull away. But I was holding the cheeks of his bottom tight, and I pulled him back, rolling my hips to keep the contact between his cock and my pussy. "We can't," I said. Bill answered, "Sure you can. You know you want it." I could feel Trevor's cock rubbing against my pussy, and I didn't want it to stop. "We really shouldn't," I said, and felt the head of Trevor's huge member push against my opening, wanting in, but hesitating. "Go ahead, Trevor, put it in," Bill said, verbally prodding Trevor. Still, Trevor held back, but remained poised at the opening to my hole. "No, we can't!" I cried, and without prior intention, I pulled Trevor's bottom towards me and pushed myself up take him into me. I pulled him in with all my might and felt his huge cock impale me, stretching every inch of me as I pulled him in deeper and deeper. It was bigger than anything I had ever had in me, and could feel the wonderful pressure as his huge cock pressed against the inner walls of my pussy and stretched and pushed its way into me. It just kept going in and in and in as I pulled him into me and pushed up against him. "No," I whimpered again when he was completely inside me, filling me in a way I had never been filled. "No," I said as I started to come against his cock. "No," I cried as I held him in me, wanting to never lose that feeling, to never let him out of me. Trevor began to move. He withdrew a bit and slid it all the way back in me. I came again. His cock felt huge in me, it filled me in a way I had never been filled. It was so hard, yet it was soft and comfortable at the same time. He began to move it in and out, each stroke bringing me new ecstasy. I was coming and coming, not sure where one orgasm ended and another started. "Faster," I whispered in his ear, and he started pumping his giant in and out of me. I was sure he must be tearing me apart, but if this is what being torn apart felt like, I wanted to be ripped to shreds. "Harder," I whispered as I hugged him to me and wrapped my legs around his. I met every hard thrust with a frantic thrust of my own, with my hips pushing against his, wanting every inch of him deep inside me. I was lost in his cock. Each orgasm was better than the last, each thrust of his powerful body into mine a shockwave of ecstasy. I held him tightly as he pumped his massive tool in and out of me, each downward stroke touching me in the deepest part of my cunt, each deep stroke giving me new pleasures in places that had never felt pleasure before. I felt his body start to tense, and then felt his cock twitch in me. I was suddenly flooded with a wet warmth in my vagina as he pumped his first creamy gift into me. My next orgasm reached a higher crescendo than any other. It was a total body orgasm, not limited to my cunt, not limited to any part of my body. My legs orgasmed, my arms orgasmed, the orgasm was in my stomach, and in my head. Every part of me was in the kind of ecstasy which was usually limited to my genitals. I felt the gush of my orgasm as my juices flowed out of me and mixed with Trevor's as he pumped spurt after huge spurt in me. I realized that I had been crying out unintelligible things, just noises coming out of me as my body was in total spasm. Slowly the orgasm shrunk. It left my arms first, then my legs, then my head, then my chest, and finally I was left only with an intense feeling deep in my vagina, where Trevor's beautiful cock lay buried. With a final small pump, Trevor gave me the last of his seed. He held his cock still in me, and I could feel it twitch with an aftershock every few moments. After we lay there for a moment, I heard Trevor whisper in my ear, very quietly, "Thank you, Mrs. J." "Fran," I whispered back, and kissed his cheek where it lay against mine. I heard Bill get up from his chair and walk towards the kitchen. Trevor and I lay there for a few moments, nuzzling and kissing. We heard Bill starting to make noise in the dining room and kitchen as he cleared the table and rinsed the dishes for the dishwasher. "That's your cue, I think," I told Trevor. "Maybe you should go." He rose out of my arms and sat on the edge of the bed, his arm draped across me. "I sure liked that," he said in an almost sad voice. "I liked that even more than I thought I would." I rubbed his strong arm. "I liked it, too, Trevor." I paused. "I might have liked it too much." "Can we do it again sometime?" he asked. "Do you think?" "I hope so, Trevor. I really hope so." I patted his arm and he stood and started getting dressed. Just as he was finished, Bill walked into the room and turned on a light. I covered myself. "Well, thanks for coming over, Trevor," Bill said in his hale and hearty voice. "Hope you enjoyed the dinner." Then he winked at Trevor. Trevor looked down, obviously embarrassed, and just said, "Yeah, thanks a lot, Mr. J. It was great." He looked over at me, laying with my chemise over my breasts and my legs primly together. "Well, bye Mrs. J." he said, and walked towards the front door. Bill showed him to the door and let him out. Just like that, he was gone. Bill raced back into the living room, throwing off his clothes. He almost leaped onto the bed and started kissing and sucking my breasts, telling me how exciting it was to watch Trevor fuck me. "I could see his cock going in and out of you Fran, I could see it all!" There was a huge wet spot that I was laying in, the combination of my gushing orgasm and the huge amount of semen that Trevor had deposited in me. It was leaking out of me, running in rivulets down my bottom and on to the bed. Bill put his hand on my messy pussy and moaned. "Trevor left a little gift for me, I see," he said. "Let me clean you up." He pushed my legs apart and went down on me. All I could think about was Trevor's huge cock. How it felt going into me. How many orgasms it gave me. Bill was talking at the same time he was licking and sucking my cum-filled pussy. He was going on and on about how good Trevor fucked me. I knew he wanted me to join in, to belittle him like they did on the websites, to tell him to clean my pussy good, but I just didn't have the heart for it. Bill was really going to town, living out his fantasy of eating another man's cum from my pussy. I could see that he was really getting worked up. As he licked and sucked, I marveled that in the beginning I hadn't wanted to flash the men on the bus, but I gave in and did it, and then I was okay with it. The idea of flashing a priest and masturbating in front of him was horrifying to me, but when Father Mick explained it, I realized that I was doing a kindly priest a favor. I ended up feeling okay about it and about myself. I hadn't wanted to flash Trevor to begin with, but Bill talked me into it. And I felt okay with it. I could live with it. I never thought I would let Trevor touch me, or that I would touch him, and certainly not give him a blowjob and swallow his cum. But I did it, and I was okay with it. And finally, I knew that I should never, never, never have intercourse with a man other than my husband. I knew that it would change things, that I would feel sullied, and impure for my husband, and I feared that he may end up rejecting me because of it. But when I finally gave in, it was wonderful. It wasn't a bad thing, it was a beautiful thing. It opened up a whole new world to me. And I felt okay with it, I accepted it. I was still me. But what Bill was doing to me now made me feel dirty. Trevor had given me something wonderful, and now Bill was sucking it out of me. I suddenly found this repulsive. Bill was still going on and on, working himself into a frenzy. I felt his body stiffen, and I heard the familiar groan of his orgasm. It lasted for quite a while and I realized that he had probably been incredibly turned on all evening as well, and that he had just now finally gotten his release. "Oh God, Fran, I came from just sucking Trevor's cum out of you," Bill said. "Don't worry, though, I'll get you off with my tongue." I placed my hand on the top of his head, and scooted up a little, removing my pussy from the reach of his mouth. "That's okay, honey," I told him. "I had so many orgasms with Trevor, I'm not sure if I have any left in me. I'm fine, really." I stood up and looked down at the bed. There was a massive round wet spot right in the center, and a tiny one down near the foot of the bed where Bill had just released. "Why don't you put the room back together and put these sheets in the washer. Better put the bed pad in, too, it's probably soaked." I started towards the stairs, and then remembering the websites we had looked at, stopped and turned back to Bill. "Trevor's cock felt so much better than yours in me," was all I said. I spoke the truth. \----------------------------------------------- *Thanks for the votes and the comments! More with Fran cumming soon!! \-Heironymous*

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Title: Gray And Valkyrie - Chapter Five - Lightning Type by SevenWingedDragon Tags: Bisexual, Dragon, First Time, Human, Hybrid, M/F/F, Oral, Threesome, Transformation, Wyvern And, here's another one. As usual, no proof reading or I'll edit it until 2020, not happy with it, ect. This is my first yiff scene with more than two people, so please be gentle. A little of the end of this chapter might not make sense unless you've read 'Dran And Mist'. Everything else will be cleared up and make sense in later chapters even if you havnt. Enjoy! Gray and Valkyrie â€" Chapter Five â€" Lightning Type Yuri: Why should I have to be afraid to let the world see me for what I am? Gray yawned, leaning back against the warm stone and staring into the distance. His gaze passed over the lake, drifting over distant mountains and across the lush green fields before the village. He toyed with his scarf, picking at a fray in the crimson as the light of the morning sun cast a great shadow behind him. The rooftop of the institute had proved the perfect place to relax and order his thoughts, the highest point of the great building giving him a perfect point of survey. He shook his head roughly as the winds invisible fingers ruffled his hair, spotting movement from the corner of his eye. Work had already begun on the collapsed section of dormitory, a group of guardians, mostly earth and light users, toiling alongside their wyverns to shift the mass of destroyed rock. He lay back, yet started when a shadow crossed over his face, sitting up to look questioningly at the smiling face of Cain. "I thought I was the only one who came up here... Granted, you don't really have a place to stay anymore â€" roughing it with your wyverns must be a pain." He dropped down beside the hybrid, a large golden-brown wyvern an identical shade to his scarf looping around overhead before flying off into the mountains, "Is something wrong, Gray?" The guardian sighed, tottering on a mental precipice. He didn't know the doctor very well, yet the man wasn't much older than he was, always bearing a friendly and inclusive attitude. He slumped, "A friend of mine... Karin..." Gray lay back, staring upwards into the blue of a perfect sky, "Orders came through. She's one of the enemy... We have to fight her... I don't think I can." Cain lowered his gaze slightly, "I got the reported list of enemies too... Regardless of my profession, I'm still going to be in the upcoming battle." He fell back, lying beside the other man, "A friend of mine was spotted among them too... A lightning user, Sasha." He chuckled ironically, "I thought she died all that time ago. Even if she's against us, I'm just happy to see that she's alive." "I don't understand though..." Gray exhaled slowly, "Why are they fighting? I mean..." His eyes closed, "Karin once told me, it's her dream to become the first female commander of the institute. She tried hard in every test and every patrol. Why did She change like this?" "I know what you mean." Cain sat up, crossing his legs and shrugging off a tanned leather satchel, "Sasha's parents were killed by Remnants. I can't see why she would team up with them... Or even why the Remnants themselves aren't attacking the guardians." "I just have a bad feeling about all of this..." He shook his head roughly, "I guess you're the same though. We both have to fight against our friends." "Moving away from a depressing subject... It's actually quite good that I've found you here." Cain waved his hand, finally pulling a small crimson folder from his bag, "Erin asked me to go through the old records and pass something on to you." Aside from Erin and the commander, the doctor was one of the few who knew of Gray's origin. The hybrid took the folder, looking to the other guardian for encouragement before opening it. A single photograph rested within, two creatures smiling happily within the image. A great silver-grey dragon took up the majority of the frame, curled around the guardian before him as crimson eyes stared forwards piercingly. A woman's hand pressed against his cheek, looking up at the great creature lovingly, thick brown hair cascading down her shoulders, crimson scarf almost lost among it. "Mom...?" His fingers trembled, "Dad...?" The light of the sunrise shone through the picture, the outline of text upon its reverse. Gray flipped it over, "For our son: 227864, 889346." "Erin finally managed to persuade the commander to relinquish this after he confiscated that larger sample... The co-ordinates led to this." Cain was holding out a small pouch, the cloth falling open to reveal a small clear droplet shaped pendant. "You defied the physics of change through your heritage." He pointed at the woman's neck in the image, the jewel shining just below the line of her scarf, "She used this. The Dracite belongs to you now." Gray remained silent, simply staring into the image as his fingers grasped about the jewel. Cain closed his eyes for a few moments, "I'll leave you too it... Dun!" And he disappeared. The hybrid failed to move, eyes welling with sadness as he looked upon the parents he had never known... And all because of the institute that he now served. His feelings of resentment towards the place and its commander had been growing ever since Erin had told him of his origin, yet now they threatened to overflow into pure hatred. Only his friends and the goal of eliminating the remnants his parents fought against with such dedication prevented him from acting upon wrath. He clenched his fist about the stone, grinding his teeth together in fury. A sound behind him forced the man to spin, a crash similar to a bowling ball striking a steel sheet echoing through the morning as Dran dropped onto the roof. Gray reacted instinctively, flames engulfing his free hand as the other stuffed photograph and pendant into the jacket of his uniform. Their size and form fluctuated due to contact with the Dracite, growing at a ridiculous rate before reverting to their usual state as he released it. "Who are you?" The man hardly looked like a guardian, no scarf or wyvern in sight, and his strange outfit to go with it, the tuxedo completely foreign in such a world. The black haired man opened his mouth to reply, cut off as a white wyvern rose up beside him, Yuri dropping down and waving San away with a smile. "Relax, Gray, he's all good. Erin asked me to guide him to you..." The ball of flame diminished into nothingness, "Are you alright?" Gray swept the cuff of his shirt over his eyes, "It's nothing..." He pulled himself to his feet, "So, who are you?" "My name is Dran..." His outwards demeanour was immensely friendly, the man's eyes warm and inviting, "A man called Erin commissioned me to help you train." Yuri leaned against a ledge as San perched cautiously nearby, "You're not a guardian... And those clothes... What are you?" Dran shrugged off his jacket, holding it over a shoulder as he stared into the sky's reflection in the lake. His mind flashed through the back story Tone had given him, "I'm a mercenary... I've been working abroad for the institute for some time." He yawned, "As soon as I debriefed with the commander, the old man took a look at my record and referred me to Erin... He sent me after you." "Train?" Gray looked mildly offended, "What do you mean, Train? I've been fighting Remnants for years." "That's exactly the point..." He sighed, "You've been fighting Remnants, not other Sypher... Uh, Gua users." He took a few steps forwards, pausing as he drew up alongside the man, "Everyone else is being put through their paces in a similar fashion... Though some don't seem to need it." He glanced up to Yuri who grinned triumphantly, "I'd be careful of her if I were you." He chuckled. Gray sighed, stripping off his own jacket and placing it to one side, the Dracite and photograph within, "Orders are orders I suppose..." He glanced up as Valkyrie landed beside San, grinning. "You just missed an awesome fight." She said simply. "Yuri got so close to winning." Gray rolled his eyes, "So, what are we going to be doing?" Dran pointed over to the lake, "We're going to spar over that." "But you don't have a wyvern." The hybrid raised an eyebrow, "Are you fighting me on a boat or something?" "Don't be ridiculous." Dran smiled, flicking his jacket as a wind stirred the fabric. "Ge!" The material shimmered, spreading out in the haze as he released it, his shirt fading away to increase their mass, forming a perfect pair of feathered black wings identical to those of a Bio-Angel. He threw himself from the ledge, "Come on!" Gray bounded forwards, propelling himself from the roof as Valkyrie swooped down to catch him. He landed softly on her back, holding tightly to what was most likely the swiftest wyvern of the pacted as they drew level to the faux angel. "Black... It's nostalgic. I've not seen a Bio-Angel in years. They all became Remnants ages ago." "Not all of them." He said ominously, the man glancing up as Gray looked at him questioningly, "There's still some in far off places. I've seen them." His flight stabilised, the man pulling up at the lakes centre, rising a good hundred feet before turning in the air to face him. "Ok, this should do nicely..." He caught the other mans eyes, "Eight types of technique users, and eight abilities per type... I'm a Fire User too, so we're evenly matched." He smiled, "Come whenever you're ready." Valkyrie was oddly enthusiastic, "Let's kick his ass, Gray!" Whatever had happened in the last fight had certainly engaged her enough to want to outdo Yuri and San. "He's confident..." He glanced over his shoulder, seeing a girl atop a white wyvern land upon the distant shore, the duo cheering them on. He smiled, swinging his arm, "Li!" Valkyrie shifted to the side, his sphere of flames passing over her shoulder, gaining momentum as the black winged man made no move to evade it. His arm simply rose. An explosion echoed over the lake, ripples appearing below him as fire and smoke engulfed the target. It cleared in a wing beat, revealing Dran holding a large crystal kite shield. "Your basics are good. That was pretty destructive for normal fire skill." His arm rose, "Feng." The crystal's shape changed, growing thinner, longer to a spiked point as it became a lance. He threw it. Gray dove one way, his wyvern barrelling the other as the missile streaked between them, its mark exactly where he had been sitting. Valkyrie caught him and drew level, "The wealth skill... I've never seen anyone make diamond weapons from it before." "Anything he can do, we can do... Feng!" His own spear was rough, its form slightly bent, yet a weapon non-the-less. He grinned proudly at his first attempt, having never made more than a coin for the toss from the skill. "Take this!" He threw the weapon in turn. "Bi." Yet again, Dran made no move to dodge, not even creating a barrier in response as the weapon seemed to pass straight through him. Gray's eyes widened, believing for an instant that he may have killed the man before the angel's shape became frayed, fading away as a voice came from behind, "Are you sure I'm over there? It was a simple illusion, really." "Shit!" He turned, Valkyrie beating her wings furiously as she made to come about, yet it was already too late. "Ming Yi." And everything went black. Gray blinked, yet the darkness remained. "Val... What's going on?" He could still feel her beneath him, hear her wing beats and even a faint splash as her tail brushed against the surface of the lake, yet he was blind. "I can't see." "I know this one..." She gave a lurch, wings flapping furiously as they rose with as much speed as she could muster. Moments later, the world became light once again, a huge black sphere filtering out the sun beneath them, "Eclipse light. He used it on Yuri too." Gray shook his head, the sensation of being completely blind proving immensely disconcerting to the man. Feathers brushed against his cheek, a weight landing silently onto Valkyrie's back as a diamond dagger drew itself level to the man's throat, "That's round one to me." The weapon and the darkness faded away as Dran jumped back into the air, spreading his wings and drawing up before them once more, "You shouldn't lose track of your opponent, even if they employ a tactic like that." "Damn it!" Gray deflated, Valkyrie hanging her head in disappointment as she slowed to a hover. "Nobody wins on their first try. Don't get so down about a single loss." Dran smiled, "Fire, wealth, illusion, eclipse, change, as one, soul, foresight... Just think creatively, and with those skills try and defeat me." He held up his arm, "Li..." A sphere of flame appearing upon it, "Tong Ren..." It engorged itself to the size of a small building, "Let's go again." \*\*\*\*\* Gray slumped against the cold wall of the cave, panting in exhaustion. The moon was just about to rise in the distance, an entire day of hard fighting having reduced him to this. The dragon groaned, splashing a little water on some minor burns. After quite a few rounds, he had resorted to his draconic form in an attempt to level the odds, finding that even in such a form, he was little match for the speed of his opposite. He yawned as his breathing began to level out, bowing down to the small water filled pedestal and gulping down his fill. The dragon rose with a gasp, somehow slightly refreshed after his sound beating, more like a good workout, "Are you feeling any better, Gray." Valkyrie emerged from the darkness, the hybrid sighing in response to her presence, "I'm just fine, Val." He had ignored her protests, absorbing her fatigue and injuries at the end of the battle, thanking his draconic stamina for keeping him upright as the back draft set in. "You mentioned this morning that you wanted me for something tonight?" The azure wyvern snorted jovially, catching his somewhat hopeful tone. At least he wouldn't be disappointed. She beckoned him deeper into the cave. Gray yawned, wincing slightly as he pulled himself to his feet, following his partner further into the darkness. His vision was enhanced enough to allow him sight, the tunnel widening at the large stone slab Valkyrie used for a bed. She gestured for him to lie back, smiling as he did so. "All right..." The wyvern drew closer; "Ming Yi!" and it all went black. "Val, what the hell?" He exclaimed, head rising slightly before her tail restrained him. "It's a surprise. I don't want you to peek." She chuckled to herself, proud of her manipulation skill. Rather than its usual sphere of black, she had managed to turn the eclipse skill into a makeshift blindfold, covering her guardian's eyes as her tail held him down. "Right... Wait one minute." A hushed voice was inaudible to the male as San took a few steps forward from behind a nearby stone, "Are you sure about this, Val?" The white gulped as the other wyvern removed her tail, moving up between the male's legs. "Just watch what I do..." Her long tongue extended, trailing over his stomach, draping lower and over his male slit. The thing had always been a source of amusement for her, a way of keeping his extremities sealed away, lest they be damaged in combat. Her jokes rarely got a good reaction. A crimson tip was poking from it, extending slowly as she licked over it, growing in response to her actions as Gray murred softly. Rather than take it into her mouth as she normally would, Valkyrie twisted her appendage about the base of his member, licking it playfully as San drew up against her, tentatively touching it with her own tongue. "Go ahead..." Gray froze slightly as he felt the second, relaxing with a smile across his muzzle as he finally recognised a scent. He remained silent as the azure let her inexperienced friend descend upon him, the other wyvern finally closing her lips about it as she bobbed awkwardly on the head. He gulped, "Mind the teeth..." He had to admit, she was better than Valkyrie had been when they had first started mating, the motions pleasurable despite her lack of experience. And damn, did she know how to use her tongue, her manipulations trailing each and every ridge of his draconic dick as she settled into a rhythm. He blinked a few times as the cave swam back into view, his wyvern releasing him from the blind, allowing the dragon to watch the white determined to please him. He shared a glance with Valkyrie, the azure grinning in response as she understood his intentions. She moved slyly, lying on her back as her friend was distracted, shuffling beneath the swaying tail before raising her neck, tongue trailing over San's dripping slit. "Ah!" Her eyes widened, looking up to catch those of Gray, the dragon winking as the other wyvern buried her face into her cunt, "Vawkree, ‘ee ca' see..." She groaned slightly, suddenly failing to care, the other female's actions already beginning to get to her. "San..." Gray lay back as she continued, breath fluttering slightly, "I'm getting close." He could see a furious blush against the white of her scales, the wyvern increasing her motions in response to his words. The dragon groaned, pleasure building, expelling a small jet of flame as he came at last. San's eyes widened with surprise, the wyvern coughing and spluttering as he sprayed his seed down her throat, pulling back to catch the majority of his load over her face. "Mine!" Valkyrie slithered between them, fluids still on her chin, tackling the white wyvern to the ground as she licked her clean, drawing close to kiss the other female as Gray looked on. Tongues entwined; the strong taste of the male not unpleasant to either of them. She made it a show for him, tongue trailing down her body as she settled to her usual place, wings spreading thighs as her tongue probed the other wyvern. Her hips swayed seductively, tail rising up against her back to reveal scales swimming in anticipation, "Mount me, Gray." He didn't need telling, recovering remarkably fast before virtually pouncing onto her back, impaling her in a single thrust. Having mated so many times in the last month, he knew exactly how she liked it, his jaws closing about her neck as he fucked the wyvern like a feral. Clawed hands closed about her middle for purchase, wings spreading as his movements came hard and fast. Valkyrie moaned, the sheer force of his strokes forcing her to virtually muzzle-fuck the white wyvern. The response bordered on a scream as San's orgasm doused the azures face, the claws of her wingtips trailing lower as she toyed with her clit, Valkyrie lapping as she did so. The dragon however was slowing down, restricting his movements before finally stopping as his wyvern neared climax, "Gray?" "Beg for it." "What?" She blushed, hiding her face in the other female's crotch. "You heard me." He ground his hips, drawing a long drawn out moan as San looked on with interest, "Beg for it." He repeated. "Give it to me..." She muttered, embarrassed to be so submissive in front of the other female. Gray gave a few slow thrusts in response, jaws clasping about her neck once more. "I can't hear you." "FUCK ME GRAY!" She screamed it with abandon, not disappointed as he resumed his earlier pace. The azure bucked her hips furiously, desperate to return to climax after what she had been forced to say, the state reaching her faster than anticipated. She screamed out, Gray only increasing his pace as he felt her cum around his probing member. Regardless of how furiously he mated her, she never let up on pleasuring San, or rather; she couldn't give up since his pace was so feverish. The white wyvern was squirming, fluids glistening against her scales as Valkyrie coaxed yet another orgasm from her. Gray had finally reached his limit, hilting at last and cumming deep inside his wyvern, softly bucking his hips throughout his orgasm before at last pulling out. Knees weak, she fell to the ground, thick dragon cum dripping from her exposed cunt as she rolled over onto her back panting. Gray grinned, "Good girl." She simply went red. San gulped as he turned to her, receiving a nod of encouragement from the other wyvern as he drew closer, "Gray..." She was so similar to her guardian, "I've never done this before..." Fear was evident from her eyes alone, "Please be gentle." "Don't worry." The dragon leaned over her, kissing the whites forehead as he lowered himself over the smaller creature, "Val has already gotten you nice and wet..." She blushed despite her fear, moaning softly as his member, slick from her friends cum, brushed against her clit. She looked up as he lined himself up, watching Valkyrie autofellate, licking mixed fluids from her own abused cunt. San moaned, only the head spreading her wider than anything ever before, completely different to a tail tip. She could feel him filling her, pushing agonisingly slowly until amazingly the dragon simply hilted in her. He smiled, the female wiping it from his lips with a kiss. The pleasure was intense, nothing like the pain she had imagined. The dragon made long deep motions, taking her in a slow way nothing like his earlier actions with Valkyrie. She closed her eyes and moaned, gyrating her hips slightly every time he hilted, being slowly coaxed to a climax. San broke the kiss, closing her jaws on his shoulder, moans muffled as she came already. Her attitude began to change, "Harder. Faster. Deeper." Her timid exterior cracked, the wyvern crying out as Valkyrie had not long before, "FUCK ME!" The grey dragon grinned, building up his pace, spreading the wyverns legs further as he stretched her beyond anything before. Gray looked down as he registered a new sensation, Valkyrie somehow having curled her head between them, tongue dragging over where they were connected. His smile deepened, determined to make her first time with a male as memorable as the other two had found theirs, his thrusts rapid and deep as Valkyrie lapped at the wyverns exposed clit. With this treatment, neither would last long, Gray desperately trying to hold on as he felt the most recent of several climaxes wash over the white wyvern beneath him. He groaned, his third orgasm of the encounter nearing at last, the dragon hilting in the squirming creature as he emptied his balls into her grasping cunt. He fell back panting a few moments later, his wyvern seeming to enjoy the taste of his cum as she began to lap between her friends legs almost at once. "Still anti-male, San?" She moaned, catching Valkyrie's blue gaze, "That was incredible." She declared. \*\*\*\*\* Dran sighed, leaning back slightly on his barstool as he sipped at his beer. The local produce had proved to his liking, their booze defiantly worth a second visit if he ever managed to get any time off. He blinked wearily, casting his gaze about the bar, the lively atmosphere quite lost on him as he slumped a little. The bartender looked on disapprovingly, his tuxedo seeming to be somewhat offensive to the man, the strange outfit not fitting in this world at all. Jeans seemed popular though. "If you're going to follow me, you'd probably be more comfortable sitting and having a drink rather than hiding in the shadows." He spoke. Yuri sighed, taking a few steps forward and dropping down onto the stool next to him, "What gave me away?" She seemed a little disappointed. Dran just tapped his nose, "I don't like relying on it... But I have a pretty good sense of smell." He tapped the bar as he finished his drink, "And something for the lady too." Yuri looked slightly confused as the bartender looked at her questioningly, "Oh, I've never been in a tavern before... Uh, what do you drink?" "Give her a vodka." He grabbed his tankard, "Make it a triple." The hairy man over the counter seemed to doubt his intentions for a few moments before Dran chugged down his drink in one, loudly demanding another. He slid a few gold coins down the bars wooden surface in response. "Real money? Why don't you just make your own with Feng?" She sniffed the drink, wrinkling her nose before knocking it back in a single gulp, coughing and spluttering at the unexpected fiery taste. "Because I like to be honest when I can get away with it." He said simply. "What about when you can't get away with it?" She tapped the bar as he had done, retrieving a second drink as the man raised an eyebrow. "You're suspicious... You wear odd clothes... You have a weird mark on your neck that's nothing like one of the eight... And you smell strange." "No stranger than you or your mate." He responded. "Gray is not my mate." She hung her head as a third drink slid into her hand, Dran's eyes widening as he watched her take the booze in a way that scared him. "Then, I'm sorry." The man sighed, gulping down his beer, "Some of that vodka for me too, please." "Sorry?" "From your voice..." He caught her eyes, "You sounded disappointed." Yuri slumped a little, the man having hit the mark well enough, "What about you? Nobody waiting for you back home?" "I don't really recognise the concept of a home." He forced a smile, "And I don't have anybody." "Rubbish." Yuri snorted, "A guy like you?" Dran almost blushed, "I'm actually quite the loner..." He shook his head, "I'll never have anyone." "Hmmm..." She was silent for a long time. "Want a bet?" The man raised an eyebrow, "You fire types have that foresight technique right? Look into the future and tell me what you see." Yuri grinned, "If you see anything at all, you'll pay for my drinks for the rest of the night." Dran gulped. The thought had presented itself to the man at all, but who would want to know such a fate? He sighed, the booze having gotten the better of most of his usual inhibitions, "Okay." He closed his eyes, "Ji... Ji!" "What did you see?" She leaned forwards interestedly. "Just..." Dran opened his eyes, "Yellow... Lots of yellow... And some blue." He yawned, "I don't understand. Maybe I did it wrong?" "A deal is a deal. Wrong or not." Yuri raised her arm, "More vodka!" Dran groaned, blinking wearily as someone took the seat next to him. Quite some time had passed, the girl to his side lying unconscious on the bar, his own array of empty vessels piled next to hers. The man beside him muttered a few words, his alcoholic stupor dissipating in an instant as he recognised Arc and the purify spell. "Why?" "Why, what?" He ordered a beer, tossing a few coins and drinking beneath his hood. "Why the tuxedo? It makes no sense in this world." "You're going straight from this dimension to the next. The tuxedo is important for your next mission." He was grinning, "Trust me. It's very, very important." Dran rolled his eyes, failing to see the use in arguing, "I completed the mission... I trained the hybrid. Gray at least stands a chance now." He rolled his shoulder, "Everything else is set up for when they come." "Good job." His eyes closed, "Remember... For your next objective, you'll have a seal in place. Only the fire technique will be available to you." Dran nodded, "I'm going to drop the girl back off at the fortress before you send me on my way... I'll meet you after I've finished." "Go ahead." Arc exhaled slowly as he left, Dran's seat swiftly taken by a heavily shrouded figure, "Akra... I told you to wait at the Valiant." The veiled kitsune failed to care for the attention she was drawing, "Are you sure it's alright? Sending Dran off alone on a mission like this one? Why now? Why him? We've barely even had contact with that world." Arc just laughed, "There's somebody important waiting for him there." He patted her on the back, "You'll see." \*\*\*\*\* Erin stared down at the mission brief, lit by the silver luminescence of a descending moon. He sighed, looking up at the pink wyvern beside him. "They're coming." \~ Arc \~ Hope you enjoyed reading, and thanks for doing so. Please rate and review! Also, I'm still mentally working on some of the combat scenes that are coming... Of the eight flame skills, (Fire, wealth, illusion, eclipse, change, as one, soul, foresight) if anyone has any ideas for use, feel free to stick them in a shout or comment. If someone comes up with something particularly flashy, I'll credit you and stick the skill into the final battle. Thanks in advance if anyone fancies taking a shot. ^\_^;

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Title: Dr. Frank's Newest Patient Ch. 03 Tags: daddy/daughter sex, daughter, eighteen-year-old, voyeur, masturbation, prostitute, father, daddy When I woke up on Thursday, before I got out of bed or even opened my eyes, I realized it was a day and a half until Penny's exam. After the previous night, when I heard her touching herself to a sweet and entrancing orgasm, this good news made my stomach twist with excitement. Unlike the other days since I discovered this desire, I was not disgusted with myself. A switch had been flipped, where my desire to be a good father was turned off in favor of my lust for the girl in the next room. Now that I was letting my mind run free, I recognized how much I had been denying for so long. The way I loved to snuggle her on the couch when she wore her cute little nightie. How I loved to fuck Laura in the same exact kind of pajamas. Women my own age were attractive, and even slightly younger, but the way I responded to girls my daughter's age was - well I wouldn't say unusual, as I am a man, and young pussy is just about the greatest pleasure in the world, but it was astonishing at least. I let my mind drift. Oh my little Penny. So she liked to touch herself. I realized I could ask her about that tomorrow in the exam - how she liked it, how often. My cock was hard just imagining her answers. Maybe she'd be nervous. I liked that even more. What went through her head? Did she imagine a man licking her pretty little pussy? I remember from the night I went into her room that it was as small as half an apricot. My whole tongue would cover it. I could imagine now, moving my face back and forth over my daughter's gorgeous wetness, coating my face in her juices, drawing those little kitten's mews from her. Or maybe she imagined getting pounded. That was even better. Did she want a man to fuck her the right way? Not slow and romantic like those silly movies she watched, but like a real man who knows what he wants? I'm good at that, I know it from the throaty grunts I get out of the women I fuck. They lose themselves. Could I do that to Penny? I imagined her on our kitchen table, her legs up on my shoulders, my hands gripping her on the hips as I slammed her little peach. "Fuck me daddy!" She'd cry, "fuck your little girl daddy!" I came into my sheets. When I got downstairs, Penny was nowhere to be found. For the first time in a few days, my fatherly instincts kicked in. She was still asleep and would be late for school. "Pen?" I called up the stairs. "Honey I think you forgot to set your alarm." I knocked on her door and opened it. The sight stopped me in my tracks. Penny was asleep with the covers kicked off. She was wearing one of those lacy bralettes, the kind without any lining, and matching panties, both black. She lay on her back, one leg kicked up enough to show the bulge of her ass, the line on the inside of her leg, the bare skin under the lace. I'd come ten minutes earlier but I was hard again. Where were her cute jammies? I'd never seen these before. All I could think about was her pleasure session the night before. Perhaps my Penny had made something of a night of it, put on underwear that made her feel sexy, maybe even (dare I think it?) watched some porn. So it hadn't been simple experimentation; Penny had wanted to get off. "I'm not a little girl," she'd told me. She had no idea how much I agreed. God she was gorgeous. The bra was tight over her little chest. I could just make out the shadows of her nipples under the lace. My whole body went hot, my balls ached, and I knew I wanted to suck on my little girl's breasts. The image of my mind's eye - me, her daddy, her father, with her tiny breast in my mouth, her hand on the back of my head - made me ooze some precum out of my cock. It was so wrong. She was my baby. Her daddy shouldn't lick her tits! But oh God, she was so hot. Her pussy was right there, and I could only wonder if she'd used her fingers or a toy the night before, if she'd played with penetration. I thought of her fucking herself with a dildo and hoped to God she had. All I wanted was to crawl over her, pull her panties off, and enter her before she even woke. By the time she realized what was happening, I'd already be thrusting and she couldn't stop me. I twitched my hand toward my belt buckle. I could do it. Though I didn't want to hurt my baby, I wanted her enough that I knew it was possible. There she was, gorgeous and almost naked, the sounds of her orgasm still in my head. It wouldn't take much - I knew if I even touched her panties, I wouldn't be able to stop myself. But then I imagined licking her beautiful lips, her rosebud, making her scream out "Daddy!" She'd never do that if I took her like this. And I'd never get a good look at her pretty little flower. It would be over and done with in minutes, and I'd be left without Penny. Tomorrow I would have her pussy spread out voluntarily in front of me. I had to wait. I leaned over and touched her thigh, brushing my hand over her skin there. I could fit the whole thing in my hand. "Time to get up Penny," I said, my erection painful as my baby girl stirred awake. "Time for school." After I dropped her at school, I made arrangements to see Laura. Penny did homework at her friend Sally's on Thursday, so I could go to work, pick up Laura and bring her to the house, then drop Laura back at the bus stop and be on time to pick up Penny. Work was a haze. I'm normally very focused, but that day every pussy I saw could have been Penny's. Instead of being the doctor I knew I was, I felt like Tom - each woman spread out before me like a gorgeous landscape. I saw Penny in every cunt - but hers, I knew, would be better. Only one girl, eighteen, a blue-eyed brunette, curvier than Penny, made me hard on her own. She was gorgeous and it was a relief to want someone who wasn't my daughter. Her name was Olivia, and she had just moved to town. She told me she had started her senior year at the high school. Her pussy was pink and beautiful, with long lips I wanted to suck. I looked into her big eyes and knew I wanted her, far more than Laura, almost as much as Penny. I put on my gloves and began the exam. After work, I floored it to the bus stop where I'd arranged to meet Laura. She climbed into the passenger's seat with a smile on her face. "What's the rush lately?" she asked. "You looked like you were going to crash into the curb right there." "I have a lot on my mind," I said. "Are you complaining?" "Nope," she said, no doubt thinking of the tip I gave her last time after I'd rather brutally fucked her face. "So where are we going?" "My house," I said. She didn't hide her shock. "Really? What if someone comes home?" "They won't," I said. "Now no more questions." When we arrived, I noticed how she looked around at pictures on the walls, books on the shelves, my degrees. I realized, though Laura knew my fantasies better than anyone, she knew almost nothing about me. I led her upstairs and into Penny's room. Laura stopped at the threshold. "Whoa," she said. I could tell that she was nervous. "So you're going to put this on." I presented her with Penny's nightie - the real one, not the replica I had purchased for her. "And lay on the bed. Pretend to be asleep." Laura hesitated. "You know, man, this -" "I'll give you an extra three hundred," I said. "Four. Please just do it. Please." Her eyes were wide. "Look, Frank-" "Laura, I need it." I was twisting the nightgown in my hands. My cock was so hard, my skin was almost itchy with desire. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere. "I fucking need it. Please." She must have heard how desperate I was, because she took the nightie and went into the bathroom to change. I closed the curtains so it was almost dark in the room, and turned down the bed. My hands shook. I was surprised at how easy it was to pretend it was Penny in the bathroom, not the pretty whore my friend had hooked me up with. Once I was done, I left her room and ran into Laura on the landing. Her blonde hair was cascading down her shoulders. The nightie was too small, making her breasts bulge out and hugging her hips. She looks glorious. For a moment, I thought of how lucky I was - I had the fantasy of Penny, and a beautiful woman in my bed. Like having my cake and eating it too. Laura reached out and hugged me. "Goodnight daddy," she said, kissing my cheek. "Sleep well." I patted her on the bottom. "Night sweetheart." She went into Penny's room and closed the door. I had to calm down for a moment. Jesus, my pulse was racing. I was so horny and this wasn't even Penny. I went into my bathroom and splashed cool water on my face and the insides of my wrists, breathing deeply. I tried to remind myself how much I was paying, hoping that would temper my desire, but I was way past that. I was thinking only with my body. I changed into a robe and, after another set of deep breaths, walked across the hall to Penny's room. It was almost too easy to forget. For me, in my haze of desire, it was enough to see a beautiful female form on that little bed, and my imagination did the rest. Laura lay on her tummy, the nightie riding up over her perfect ass. I knelt on the bed and ran my hands up her legs. She was so warm, so smooth. "Oh Penny," I whispered. "You're so beautiful." My heart beat as if I was nervous, even though I've fucked Laura a hundred times. I touched her ass, gripping her cheeks in my hands. "Daddy loves you," I whispered, and spread her. She stayed "asleep" as I ate her pussy, then turned her onto her back. God it was amazing to play with a woman like this. "You like when daddy kisses your princess parts?" I whispered, my lips on her cunt. "Mmm daddy loves it." Slowly she began to wake up as I lapped at her cunt, just like I'd dreamt of doing to Penny. "Daddy? Is that you?" She whispered. "Mmm yes kitten," I said, my tongue running up and down her folds. I closed my eyes. This could be Penny, almost, whose nectar I was drinking. "Daddy, no," she whispered. "Oh sweetie I love you so much," I said, "just let me do this for you. Let me do this little thing." I kept licking her as she began to struggle - god, Laura knew me well. "No daddy! Oh- oh daddy, what are you doing? Oh!" She began to writhe against my lips. "That's it kitten," I whispered. I slurped her, enjoying the sounds of my mouth on her wet cunt. "That's it Penny, enjoy daddy." "Oh yes! Daddy yes!" She began to rock her hips against me. I forgot for a second that she was supposed to be Penny and remembered what a sexy girl Laura was. Though I wanted my daughter, I was a man, and I couldn't resist any woman, especially if she was wet and nineteen. I lapped at her clit, enjoying her moans, loving how I could make this woman do whatever I wanted. Right before she came, I crawled up the bed. "Daddy why did you stop?" she asked. Fuck. Right. Penny. God - I almost came. "Daddy's here sweetie," I whispered. "Do you love me?" "Yes," she whispered. It was so dark, I closed my eyes again and saw my baby girl under me... "Daddy loves you," I whispered to Penny. In that moment I really believed it was her. "Make daddy happy, kitten." "Daddy - what are you doing?" I gripped my cock and ran it up and down her folds. So was so slick and warm, ready for me. "Daddy's going to fuck you, baby girl." "Daddy no!" she whimpered. "Oh sweetie, yes!" I lowered myself onto my elbows and entered her. I kept my eyes closed as I began to slowly fuck her, pretending that the cunt that held me so tight was my daughter's, that the little feminine squeaks came from my girl. As I began to pound her harder, I grew almost certain that it was Penny who I was fucking, until i forgot entirely that it wasn't, and I lost myself in the pure joy of ploughing my only child. "Yeah Penny, take your daddy's cock!" I groaned as I came into her, filling up her womb with her daddy's seed. "Take it all!" I barely made it on time to pick Penny up from her friend's house, and I was wracked with guilt when I pulled up. Late picking up my daughter so I could fuck a prostitute - in my baby's own bed! But the moment I saw her in her little uniform, I stopped being guilty and remembered why I did it. "Hi kitten," I said. She smelled so sweet when I kissed her cheek. "Another movie night daddy?" she asked. "I finished my homework and I'm tired." "Sounds perfect." We drove home and I ordered pizza while Penny changed. I put her nightie in the laundry, just in case I'd accidentally left any trace of myself on it, so she came down in shorts and a tank top. I had to avoid looking at her while I paid the pizza man and got some plates. Halfway through the film, I put my plate down and pulled Penny into my lap. She curled up against me. "This is nice, daddy," she whispered. "You haven't held me like this in so long." "That's because you've gotten so big," I said. "But I don't want to stop holding my little girl." She let out a sigh. In my heightened state, I could have sworn she was aroused, but I didn't trust my reasoning. In any case, Penny had her eyes glued to the screen. I kept my hands on her waist, and slowly began tracing circles on her tank top. My hands could cup most of her body in one grip. She relaxed even further against my chest, her body limp and sleepy. God, her weight was amazing on my lap. Despite having Laura already that day, I was hard. I positioned my cock between Penny's amazing cheeks, so it could press against her and she wouldn't feel it very well. Not to mention I felt her body hugging my manhood. With her on my lap that way, I came to realize just how bad I wanted her. Laura seemed a pale comparison; there was nothing in the world like the feeling between a father and daughter. Now that I had stepped on the other side, now that I knew I wanted to use her body like a lover, nothing could compare. I was beyond reason. So I slowly began to stroke her belly, until I reached under her tank top and touched bare skin. She was so smooth, so warm. I let my hands rest there for a moment, and then resumed my little circles. Penny sighed. "I love you daddy," she whispered, moving a little back and forth on my lap. My cock jumped at the stimulation. I continued to massage her tummy. It was flat and tight like a hot teenager, not like a baby. My cock jumped again at that - what other parts of her would look more mature? I imagined longer pussy lips, nipples that jumped out from her chest. Without making an active decision to, I let my hands creep up her chest until they rested just under the swell of her tits. I heard the hitch in her breath, but Penny didn't move. I continued to rub her there, on the top of her ribcage. "My sweet kitten," I whispered. This time she didn't respond, just let out another hitched breath. I looked at the little hairs on the back of her neck, sticking straight up, the goosebumps on the tops of her arms, and let my hands go even further, until they were resting on her budding little breasts. They fit perfectly in my hands like little apples. I barely squeezed - more like just energized my hand a bit, so afraid that I'd startle her. But Penny did not move. So, I slowly began to explore my baby girl's chest. I checked the weight of her breasts in my hand, felt her nipples harden against my palm. I squeezed them, I pressed them. Through all this, she stayed in my lap, breathing a bit harder than usual, but otherwise not acknowledging that her father was doing anything out of the ordinary. When I traced my thumbs over her nipples, she jumped. That spooked me. I knew it could be passion that made her jump, but it was all-too-likely fear. Tomorrow I would have the chance to see her spread out in front of me. There was nothing, nothing, that would make me give up that chance. I withdrew my hands and kissed her chastely on the side of her head. "Time for bed, kitten."

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Title: An Eternal Rose:pt.3:Autumn Splendor by DarkWolfie Tags: M/M, Oral They lay there starring up at the dimming sky, on the cold cement where they had spent there earlier year. The dim orange light radiated through the golden trees setting them ablaze as the light shined through the leaves. Zack and Kory laid there, bathed in orange radiance, looking at the gray clouds, "Hey, Kory, do you think it'll rain?" Zack said as he turned to Kory and kissed his cheek sweetly. "I don't know, but imagine how spontaneously wonderful that would be," Kory giggled, "and romantic." He finished and he kissed Zack in the same way. Then they held each other and fell off to sleep and dreamt of each other in a perfect world, no hate or prejudice, no bigotry, just the splendor of having each other. They slept for hours unaware of the time. Then a murder of crows began to squawk in the trees above them and it awoke them from their slumber. "What the fuck, what time is it?" Zack said as his eyes shot wide open in horror at noticing the world around him was pitch black. Then Kory looked at his watch and let out a soft whimper, and said tear fell from his dark eyes, and he clung to Kory. "I have no idea what we should do, but we can't keep running from my dad, we're in love but he's to blinded by his bigotry to see that." He proclaimed as he finally found the will to speak. They clung to each other as the crows began to squawk more, and Zack giggled as through his tears, "Its like a sign, hehe, its like the crows sense our fear. Its as if they are trying to tell us to get out of here." He said as he yelled to the crows, "Well we already tried to that, and we failed miserably!" then he looked into Kory's eyes, and kissed him. Then he sighed as he said, "You know what we have to do?" "What?" Kory said. "We have to confront my dad, no matter what. I know this will be very difficult, but when is love ever not difficult, hehe." He laughed as tears streamed down his face. "But your father would never even allow me to be with you, he'll hit you again, or hit me." Kory said with fear. "I'm willing to take that chance, anything important is worth fighting for, and isn't our love worth it?" he said as he kissed Kory. "Yes, yes it is. We have to do this, but how. He's probably ferrous at your mom, and when he sees you..." he said as Zack's eyes got wide and he cut off Kory. "Oh shit, my mom. My dad is gonna hit her, I wont let that bastard harm her. He gets violent when he is angry. I'll make him pay if he hurts her." He said as he jumped to his feet, and grabbed Kory's paw. Then lightning lit the distant sky like a torch in the darkness, and thunder crashed, then the rain came. Light splashes gradually grew to a howl of wind and pouring rain. Zack glared though the rain to see the streetlights lighting their path through the darkened streets, then he grabbed Kory's paw and kissed him and looked into his eyes with a look of despair, and anger. "We have to run as fast as we can, dear, I won't let my dad hurt my mom." "Don't worry, we'll get there in time." Kory said as he kissed Zack under the dark gray sky, as the rain fell upon them and drenched their dark clothes, then he grabbed Zack's hand and they ran. Then Zack shook his hand free from Kory's and ran as fast as he could down the dimly lit street and with every passing street light the his purple hair shimmered in the orange glow of the lights. Then a crack of lightning whipped through the sky followed by thunder, the thunder crashed overhead loud enough to bring mountains to their knees. None of the noise even shook Zack out of his angered trance. He just ran down the wet street. His house came into view and he ran faster. Kory tried to keep up but it was no use, he soon slowed to a stop and yelled, "Hey, Zack, wait up! You're to fast for me." He looked up ahead and saw Zack's house and realized why he had sped up his pace. So he began to run more to make sure that nothing happened to Zack when he arrived at his house, though he didn't run as fast as Zack did. Zack could hear yelling coming from within the house, he pushed the door in with both wet paws, and the door flew open as Zack's eyes grew wide as he saw his dad raising a paw over his mother, as to hit her. Then he ran at his dad screaming and tackled him to the floor, and scurried to his wet feet, almost slipping. "I will never let you hurt mom!" he yelled. Then he raised a paw, clawed fingers outreached, as to swipe at his father's face. Just then Kory ran into the room and he saw what his love was about to do, so he jumped at Zack and grabbed him so he could hurt his dad. Then Zack struggled to his feet and Kory made him sit, as slapped once too so he would listen, "Look at your father!" he yelled at Zack, then Zack looked then looked to the floor as he mumbled expletives as he wanted to kick his dad's ass. "Look at him, is that what you want to become? A violent man, huh? Look at yourself; if you fight your father, you will be no better than him. You can stop him without fighting him." Zack looked up at Kory and smiled as he kissed him, his father cringed as he watched his son kiss the black cat, then Zack said, "You are right, I guess I just let my rage and sorrow get the better of me, I don't want to belittle myself down to my father's level," he smirked. "I'm better than him and I can show it." Then Zack got up and put his arm around Kory, then kissed him again, "Dad, this is whom I love, you cannot tell me whom I can and cannot love. I'm gay, and if you cannot deal with that, then I guess you're not the father I thought you were. Now, I'm not asking you to understand or even agree with what and who I am, I'm just asking you to be tolerant of me and my boyfriend." He looked his dad straight in the eye, as he said what he had to say. His father got to his feet and sighed as he looked at his son holding the male in his arms. Then he sighed again as he said, "Son, this is who you truly love? There is no way I could persuade you to be straight?" Zack was shocked by his father's sudden change in tone, and he replied, "Yes this is who I love, and no there is no way I would be persuaded to be straight. This is the path I have chosen, the life I want to live. And mom is fine with it, and you should be too. I'm finally happy." He said as he hugged Kory again, "I'm happy with him, and you should be happy that I'm happy, Mom is." Then his father sighed as his mother said, "Rick, he is still our son, you can't hate him just for the way he decides to live his life, or the music he listens to." She said as she eyed the closet under the stares. "We need to let him live his own life. He's a great kid; we didn't fail at anything. Just because he's gay doesn't mean we failed, if anything it means we succeeded, I'm not saying that I want him to be gay. I'm saying that we didn't raise a homophobic teenager. Well, at least I didn't." She then walked over to Rick, "Look, I was just as shocked as you when I found out that he was gay, but I didn't hate him, or hit him. I even told Kory to go find him. Rick I know you love him, and you love me, but you have to learn to deal with things, and control your temper." She said as she kissed Rick. Then Rick looked at Zack and then at his wife, "Ok, Diana. I know I've been a total asshole, how could I ever make it up to you, Zack?" Then Zack looked up at his father, and said, "I'm not asking you to do anything, just be tolerant of gays, and especially me and Kory." Rick nodded, and walked over to a chair, and sat down, shaking his head back and forth, "I'm gonna have to get used to this, I didn't want to deal with it before, so I acted like an ass. It was kind of a defense thing so I didn't have to deal with you being gay. I denied it and tried to threaten you into being straight, and I took away everything you loved." He said as a tear dripped off his eye lashes, "I'm so sorry, Zack. I robbed you of everything you loved, your music, your boyfriend. How could I have been so cruel? I wouldn't blame you if you hated me." He finished as he looked down at the floor. Then Zack walked over to his dad, and hugged him tightly, "Dad, don't cry. I do agree that you acted like an ass, but that's all in the past. Oh, and dad?" "Yes, Zack?" "I don't hate you." He said as he smiled. Kory smiled at the two as he was filled with joy, he was so glad that Kory and his father were finally mending the rift that had plagued them for months. Then he turned to Diana, "I'm so glad that there finally getting along. So, you are totally ok with him being with me and him being gay?" Then Diana smiled and said, "Kory, you know you are like a son to me, now more than ever. I'm happy that my son is happy with you. I'm glad he has found who he is, and I'm proud. And besides you two make such a cute couple." She laughed. Then Kory smiled again and blushed a bit as he giggled. Then he looked back at Zack wondering what him and his dad were talking about. Then Zack got up and said, "Mom, would it be ok if Kory spent the night. I just talked dad into it, so you have to say yes." He laughed. Diana smiled, "Sure, from now on Kory is welcome to come over when ever he wants." Then she walked over to Rick as she watched Zack and Kory run off to Zack's room. "So, Rick, are you sure you're fine with this, cause I am. I just need to know if you are." Then Rick smiled and kissed her, "Of course I am dear. Its like you said, he's my son, and I do love him. I'm kind of glad that he has found who he is, though I don't approve of it, I can't stop him. And so I'm gonna support him." He said as he sighed with a smile. Then they walked off to bed as they whispered to each other. \* \* \* \* \* Zack and Kory ran into Zack's room and closed the door and locked it. Zack smiled as he and Kory jumped into his bed and held each other close. "I'm so happy right now." Zack sad as a tear of tear of joy escaped is closed eyes. He nuzzled Kory's chest and murred. "I love you so much, and now we can finally be together always. No more hiding, running away, or being scared. We can actually be together with out worrying about my dad." He cried as he snuggled himself into his love's arms. Kory giggled as he felt the fox snuggle up against his body and into his arms, then he kissed him on the head, "I love you so much. You're so cute right now. Oh, lets go get your stuff and listen to some music." He said as he licked Zack's cheek. Then they got up, and went into the living room, and went to the closet under the stares. Zack got the key that his dad had purposefully left on a table by the closet door. He unlocked the door, and got the box with all his stuff in it, and closed the door. Then he put the key back on the table then him and Kory returned to his room. "What do you want to do first, listen to music or put up all your poster?" Kory asked Zack as he smiled at him. "I just want to listen to music and lay with you." He smiled back at Zack. Then he got his stereo out of the box, and some CDs. "What do you want to listen to, Nine Inch Nails, Tiger Army, or AFI?" he asked Kory. Kory giggled, "I know you want to listen to AFI. Go ahead put in on." He said as he thought of how cute Zack looked, as he got his CDs out of the box. Zack looked like a little kit on Christmas day. "You look so cute, when you're excited." He giggled. Zack blushed and put an AFI CD on, and jumped in bed with Kory, and snuggled up to him, and nudged him a bit and giggled, "Hold me." Kory held Zack tightly as he saying softly to the music. "I love you, dear. I love the way you sing. And I love how cute you are." He said as he snuck his hand up the front of Zack's shirt and softly caressed his soft chest fur, as he purred softly. Zack shivered at the touch of Kory's soft, semi feminine, paws, "Oh, whoa," he giggled, "watch wear you're sticking those paws of yours." He said as he felt Kory slowly sliding Zack's shirt up more and more, till it revealed his entire chest. Kory loved the feeling of Zack's soft well-kept fur, just as Zack loved the way Kory caressed him with his soft paws. Zack rolled over so he was facing Kory, then he slid his paws up under his shirt and kissed him on the muzzle, and licked the others lips. "I love you so much, um...you know what we haven't done yet? And don't say sex, cause I don't want to do that yet." Zack blushed as he could feel his erection push against his baggy black pants, and he wondered if Kory could feel it against his leg. Kory raised an eyebrow, and shook his head, and asked, "No, what do you want to do?" he said with a sly grin. Then he felt Zack's erection push against his leg, and he began to grow harder too. "Hmm...If its not sex, then...oh, I see." He said as he raised an eyebrow, and grinned as he kissed Zack on the lips. "I see, umm...do you want it or do you want to give it to me?" he asked hesitantly. Zack blushed, as he said, "Umm...I was sort of hoping that you would give it to me." He said shyly. Then Kory smiled and nodded as he slowly finished taking off Zack's shirt, and he undid his leopard pattern belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let Zack's hard penis slowly grow to his full size, and then Kory began to stroke it up and down. Making Zack moan softly with every stroke, his moans went unheard under a blanket of music. Then Kory kissed Zack as he slid his tongue deep into his mouth and sucked on his warm tongue. Then he slowly kissed him down his chest and belly, caressing his soft fur till he got to his hard cock. Then he slowly began to run his rough feline tongue over the tip of Zack's penis, and then he took it all the way into his mouth, and purred as he sucked on the hard cock. Then Zack pulled his cock out of Kory's mouth and ran to the door and locked it, "Damn it, I almost forgot to lock the door." then he grinned as he stood there naked, then he stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side and then he jump onto the bed, and giggled as he took off Kory's shirt then undid his belt and pulled his pants off, and threw them to the floor. Then he giggled again as he reached down, and fondled Kory's balls, "Ok, now isn't that better, my sweet little kitty?" he grinned as Kory nodded and giggled, "Now where were we? Oh, yeah." Then he lies on his bed and spread his legs as he laid his head down on his pillow. And let his beloved feline get back to work. Kory stared at Zack's crotch, and eyed his hard cock, and then he licked it up and down then took it all the way in. He purred as he sucked on the hard cock. Zack moaned at the purring vibrations. They both said nothing as Kory bobbed his head up and down, sucking on his love's hard penis. Zack began to pant as he began to pre-cum in Kory's mouth, and Kory drank it down readily. Then Zack could feel his climax coming, and then he finally shot his seed deep into Kory's mouth. Kory blushed as he looked up at Zack as he drank his hot seed. The he grasped his own hard shaft, and began to stroke it up and down. Panting and moaning as he sucked on Zack cock, trying to get all of the semen he could get. Then Kory shot his seed onto the bed sheets, and blushed. Kory took his lips off of Zack's penis, and asked with a smile, "Umm...love, do you have a towel?" he giggled and kneeled on the bed. Then Zack smiled and reached down off the bed and grabbed a towel from the floor and wiped his penis off and handed the towel to Kory. Then Kory wiped the sheets clean of his mess. Then he crawled up onto Zack and kissed him, tossing the towel back to the floor, and then he licked his cheek. Then he gave him a sweet salty kiss as he slid his tongue in. Zack pulled the blanket over them both, and kissed Kory again. They slept there in each other's arms. And Zack sang softly to the music as the last song on the CD finished. His eyes closed and he fell to sleep in his love's arms. As he whispered softly, "I love you." \* \* \* \* \* Through the black blinds tiny rays of light peeked through from the morning sun. Zack blinked his eyes open as the rays of sunshine beamed onto his face. He yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Then he turned to Kory, who was sound asleep still, and kissed him on the lips. Kory sleepily blinked his eyes open and looked warmly at Zack, and smiled, "Morning." Zack smiled and kissed Kory as he replied, "Morning you." He giggled and snuggled up to Kory. "How did you sleep, hun?" Kory yawned, "I slept great, especially since it was in your arms." He said as he kissed Zack on the cheek. Then there was a knock on the door and Diana said, "Are you going anywhere where today?" Zack looked at Kory, and said, "I was thinking me and Kory could go to his house." Then Kory agreed and Zack's mom said, "Ok, just wanted to know." "What time are we gonna go?" Kory asked Zack. "I don't know, lets just lay here a bit longer." He giggled and snuggled up to Kory and they both fell back to sleep. The sun outside was brighter when Zack woke up again, as he woke up he nudge Kory awake. "Hey, wake up sleepy head, its after 12." He said after looking at the alarm clock by his bed. He pushed the blankets off him and Kory, and got up to put some pants on. Then he shook Kory awake, "Wake up, Kory." "Huh, what? I'm up, I'm up..." Kory said half asleep and with closed eyes, Zack giggled as he thought of how cute Kory looked like that. "What is it? I was having a nice dream about you." He giggled. Then Zack looked at Kory's crotch and said, "Hmm...I can see that." He giggled as he saw that Kory had morning wood. Then he threw Kory his pants and shirt. "Come on, get dressed. Lets get something to eat and go to your house. My parents are gone; my mom is at the store and my dad had to go to work to fill in for a co-worker. I heard them leave earlier while you were sleeping. Then I went back to sleep. Hehe." Kory jumped up and threw on his clothes, and they went out of the house, grabbing something to eat on the way out. On the way to Kory's house they smiled at each other as they realized everything was going to be fine, both their parents were okay with them being gay, and they loved them. And they finally had each other, and nothing could split them apart.

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Title: Free At Last Ch. 03 Tags: daughter seduces mom, big toy play, confession of past, female ejaculation, confession of seduction, strap-on sex **\-Part 3- The Revelation** Wake up to mom sucking my dick and fingering my pussy, thinking there goes my worries of last night would be our only encounter. I run my hand through her hair. "Hey beautiful, what are you doing up so early?" She giggles. "Can't believe it, but I'm so horny." She slides up and kisses me. "Honey, I need you to make love to me." Rolling her on to her back I cup a breast. "Love to, Ja–" "No Jamie, I want you to make love to me this afternoon." Her legs go wide. "This morning I want you to fuck me." "Um-m, love to you little hottie, but first I've got to pee." Get a picture and take off my eight inch dildo, before heading for the bathroom. When I get back mom's eyes grow huge, and she shakes her head. "No way, can I take that monster." This time I get the shot. Pick up on the twelve inch dildo, hanging from my harness. "Guess we'll see soon enough, cutie. But, I'm betting you'll have no trouble getting off with it." Had to be a six inch downward curve to it, and a three inch diameter head with a two and three quarter inch shaft. It is a monster. Mom doesn't complain, just gets on all fours, butt in the air, head on the bed. I get behind her, spread her cheeks and give her a full lick, causing her to yip and raise up. "Oh honey, don't lick me, after a night of sex I must be pretty stinky and disgusting." "You're fine, Janice. I'll give you a bath when making love to you." Smacking her on the butt I giggle. "But, you better get used to getting ate, from now on I plan on doing this delightful honor at least once or twice every day." "No, this has been the greatest, but ends after the weekend." She sits up, turns and kisses me. "I know what I said last night, but it was at the peak of ecstasy, so to speak. You don't have to worry about me, I'll be fine, might even try dating, again. As for you, baby girl, you need to find a nice fellow and start a family soon." "Ah... mom, you do know I'm gay? You had to have some kind of suspicion?" "Certainly explains all the phone calls." Thinking she forgot last night's conversation on the matter I scrunch up my face, and she shrugs. "I know you told me last night, still thought they were crank calls, all those girls calling, most asking for Jamie the tongue. Figure they were giving you a hard time after hearing about that particular function." "Oh, I don't think any of them were joking." I shrug. "Sorry about that, it–" "No, perfectly understandable, now." She giggles. "If last night was our real first date, the one thing that definitely would have stuck out is your tongue, pun intended." We both laugh, and she sighs. "Also explains why those girls were trying so hard to find you. I told them you were at school and they wanted to drive there. I figured since they had no idea where you were they couldn't be too good of friends, and you didn't know them. Some even offered me money to tell them where you were, saying they did know you. Apparently, you knew them enough to–" "Mom," I cut her off, "that is in the past, and I didn't know most of them too well." I tug at my ear, and hunch my shoulders. "Used to be naughty and enjoy getting straight girls on their back, screaming to the heavens I was the best." Her eyes grow big as saucers, and she nods. "Yeah, I can see that, as well as you making a fine impression. So, you are gay?" "Yes, I'm a certified, card carrying, dues paying lesbian, in good standing." She wrinkles her nose, as if I might not be sure, laughing I roll my eyes and shrug. "Tried men enough to know, I like women, and that isn't going to change any time soon, if ever." "Oh, well I..." she sighs, "Well, then you need to find a nice girl. What about the one you were talking about last night? I take it, you meant a girl when you–" "Mom," I put my finger on her lips, "I've found my dream girl. I love you." "Yes, and I certainly love you, honey. But, it's different than–" "No mom, last night I was talking about you, describing you. This just didn't happen, and every bit of it was on purpose. I wasn't confused or play acting calling you my girl." Shake my head, and I rub her back. "No mistake, I love Janice, my beautiful, sexy woman, and fantastic lover. Have for years, ever since I started having sexual urges." Take her by the head and kiss her hard, both of us giving the other plenty of tongue. "It's not going to go away, and you don't want it to. I'll make love to you, and fuck you every day." "Well," she takes a deep breath, "I certainly love you, daughter, always have, always will. Your sexual preference isn't a factor with me." She hangs her head. "Already, think I love Jamie, my exceptional lover. Definitely love what she does to me, but there could be complications, as well as the adjustments which must be made." "Yes, all of which can be discussed later." I cup both of her titties. "Right now I want to fuck my girl." I kiss her. "Anything you want?" She giggles. "Without a doubt, fucked by you is at the top of the list." She gets back in position, then looks at me. "Will you eat my stinky pussy?" Did not answer, just stick my tongue deep in her pussy, getting her to moan. I lick her pussy and rosebud, producing a quick orgasm, then slide under her and suck on her clit. Fingers in her butt and pussy, mouth locked on her clit, in less than five minutes I send her off on her second orgasm, a hard one, very vocal, lasting at least a minute. She is still quivering when I get in position and rub my huge cockhead up and down her juicy slit. The head slips in far easier than I imagined it would, getting a loud contented groan from Janice. I rub her back, and she wiggles her butt. "I'm so full, and love it. Fuck me, baby girl." With her moaning I slowly enter her an inch at a time. She pants, "You close?" "Seven inches." Lean over and massage both titties. "My girl is going to have an orgasm or two by the time I get her ready to fuck." Humming she nods. "Um-m, count on it, I'm so close." Without putting more dildo in her I rub the small of her back with one hand and her clit with the other. She starts bucking with this orgasm, getting another two or three inches in her pussy, which just prolongs her climax. I wait until she quits howling before putting another inch in her. Working together we keep at it and she starts a second orgasm, this time slamming back into me, driving my dick balls-deep in her pussy, getting her to scream. I thought she hurt herself, but in seconds she humps back and forth on the dildo. "Oh yes, give me another, baby girl. I want fucked with your big cock." Start with three inch strokes, then give her long ones up to ten inches and she screams again. This time she doesn't pop back up, so I pull out. I lay beside her, and she grins. "You done, because I'm certainly not?" "No, you're getting too wild, which is sexy, so hot, cutie." I kiss her. "But, to be safe, you're going to be on top, in control. That way if it's hurting, you will stop a lot sooner." "Um-m, in control, I like the sound of that." I lie on my back and wiggle my dick. "Come on sexy, time to fuck." "Um-m, I really like the sound of that." She straddles me, then nearly has to stand to get above my dick. On the third stroke she is fully sitting on it. I massage her titties. "That's my good girl. Now you can lay on me, lean forward or back, even just stay seated. Your pleasure." "Oh yeah, you can say that again." Janice leans forward. "I'll start here, and try them all, see which one gives me the best orgasm." I thought she was joking, but she rides me to an orgasm in six different positions, ending up flat on my chest, panting, "Toss up, test failed." She giggles. "Have to do it again." She gasps, "But, no energy, eat me, baby girl, please." Try to roll her off, but she gets hung up on my dick. With a bit of effort, because she is doing nothing more than giggle, I get out of her, and Janice on her back. For my convenience I take off the monster before heading down to eat pussy. Sucking on her clit I put two fingers up her, cup them a bit and search around. When she starts squealing I know I found her g-spot, and stay right on it. Takes ten minutes and I'm rewarded with a scream, as she raises her hips a foot off the bed, shooting a stream of cum over my head and at least three-foot away. I can't believe what I just saw and she shoots two more streams while lowering herself back to the bed, first hit me square in the face, second in the chest. It is nearly clear, hot, slick and a tad salty. Bend down lick her pussy and she pushes me away. "Too much, need breather." Shaking my head I laugh, thinking hell it took long enough to get to this point, most are happy with a handful of orgasms. I go up and give her a kiss. "Can't believe you, you're so hot, a fucking machine. How did you not run off with the first taste of sex?" She pulls me to her and we kiss, with her panting in my mouth. We break and I kiss parts of her body while she is calming down. She pulls me back up and kisses me. "Honey, we were a pair of stupid, inexperienced kids. Hell, I wasn't much more than a baby, and Bobby was a small, shy kid, who I thought was my age. Where you got your height is beyond me." She strokes my cheek. "We didn't meet at school, or even talk about school, it was summer vacation." She smiles. "First day out of school we meet at a park, he was sitting by himself feeding the ducks. I asked if I could join him, we just sat there feeding the ducks. He lived nearby, and liked the park, so did I, so we started hanging out every day. Towards the end of summer, it just all went bad." Tears are in her eyes, and I rub her forehead. "It's alright mom, you don't have to–" "No baby girl, I should've told you years ago, but grandpa Jim banned it all, made it taboo. I would've got in a lot of trouble if you repeated anything. Sorry, I should've told you." She gives me a kiss, then dabs at her eyes. "We liked each other, and there wasn't a lot to do, so we fooled around a time or two, actually a whole bunch of times, no intercourse. But doing other things we had heard about, both out of curiosity, neither of us had any experience." She sighs. "It was fun, a lot of fun, so we took it a step further. Even used a rubber, but didn't put it on right, or something, because you were conceived the very first time. We had sex two more times, which were better each time, before I found out I was pregnant." "So, dad never knew your age?" "Never, and I didn't know his, or I would've never said a word." Mom wipes away the tears. "I was sick, throwing up every morning. Mom took me to the doctor and bam he comes back in to say, 'you're pregnant.' Mom had seen me with Bobby, she asked, I was in shock and answered. I didn't find out Bobby's age til the police came that night, I told them he didn't know my age, it wasn't rape, and I wanted to do it, but it didn't matter. For the rest of his life he was unfairly called a rapist, worse a pedophile, a registered sex offender." She snorts. "After that sex was kind of scary." "I can see that." "But," she cups my titties, "with my new lover there's no fear of pregnancy, and you released something in me, pun intended, several times now." We both laugh, then she pulls me down and hugs me. "Baby girl, I know what I said earlier, but I was thinking about you and your future. This is my first taste of true sex, and I want more, a lot more." She kisses, then holds my head, so we're looking eye to eye. "Honestly, baby girl, without you and this, I think I'd just die in a couple of months. I mean it, that's the truth, six months tops." "Don't worry, we won't ever have to find out if it's true or not." I kiss her, then she hugs me, oh so tight, and we both sob. I'm in heaven. She kisses me, then licks her lips. "Baby girl, what is all over you?" Wiping off my cheek I giggle. "You sprayed me, twice. Second two, first, the big one, sailed over my head and I think clear off the bed, maybe hit the wall. Still, we're talking garden hose strength for the last two, first one was probably like a fire hose." My poor mom gets all red. Kissing her I laugh and shake my head. "It's not a bad thing, it's great, I loved it, and I'm jealous. Must've been so intense, and the scream... Ah, wow, it–" "Jamie stop, it's embarrassing," she swats me on the shoulder, "and I wasn't that loud." "Oh please, mom! If we had a neighbor within five hundred feet of us, the police would be breaking down the door, sure someone was being killed in here." I kiss her, long and passionately, as I feel her titties and pussy up. "And I did it! Don't be embarrassed, you sexy little cutie, I'm so proud I turned my girl on so much, and gave her such satisfaction." I kiss her. "It won't be the last, not by a long shot, pun intended." "Well, don't think I was that loud, but I certainly have been satisfied." Janice sighs, as I'm kissing my way down her body, she puts her hands on my shoulders, pushing me towards her pussy. I eat her to a nice climax, then sit up. "You needed that after the big one, now time for a shower and breakfast. I need to keep up my strength, so as I can fuck you, cutie." "Oh baby, you've done that." I'm off the bed, and Janice holds out her hand. "Might need a little help, until I learn how to walk bow-legged." We laugh, and I help her up, but she isn't having any trouble walking. I'm amazed out how tough she was, but guess that's how she withstood grandpa Jim her whole life. The sex was fantastic, but we are an absolute mess, and the shower is wonderful. My girl hangs on me, and I wash us with no help from her, it's great. Dry Janice first, then put her on the toilet. I dry off, then wipe her and help her off the toilet. She kisses me. "Baby girl, I think we're going to need to take a nap, and I mean a real one, with actual sleeping." "After breakfast... Well, by now, I guess after brunch." She is looking in the full-length mirror, turning this way and that. "I don't see beautiful, sexy, or even cute." "You never will." I step up behind her, wrap my arms around her, cupping her breasts and kiss her neck. "But, I see the perfect woman, my perfect woman." "Perfect?" She snorts. "I need to lose five or six pounds, hopefully out of my mid-section and thighs, which are all too big. My left nipple is lower than my right, and go figure, my right booby sags more, which you might be able to see if you could ever manage to keep your hands off them." "Fine." I kiss her on the neck, and take my hands off her titties. "I won't do it–" "Oh yes you will." She puts my hands back on her titties, then playfully swats me on the side of the butt. "Only time you need to take those hands off my boobies is when you need to touch some other body part of mine." "I can do that." I kiss her, and she turns in my arms to face me. We hold each other tight rubbing our titties and pussies against each other. I look her in the eye. "You're my dream girl, the perfect woman, I know that, and so did dad." She starts crying, and we just hold each other, her head on my shoulder. "I'm thirty-four, and feel like I'm fourteen, maybe eighteen. No doubt, you're the adult in this relationship, always will be, but I'm not getting any younger." It was never a real mystery, but I knew where my worrying came from. I kiss her, and stroke her hair. "I fell in love with the twenty-four year old you, and it hasn't done anything but grow stronger, and will continue to do so." I shrug. "Why not think of it as an older hottie snagging a young dyke." Janice tries to laugh, but only manages a stuttering sob. "Y-you think?" I nod, and still crying she buries her head in my shoulder. I rub her back, and in a bit she nibbles on my ear. "Take me to my old room, and make love to me." "You horny little thing, what about brunch?" "After, and can you leave the harness off?" "Sure sexy girl." I pick her up, and giggling she wiggles her butt around until I have a finger in her. "You know sooner or later we're going to have to eat food, and clean the house." "Yeah, later is fine." Kisses me on the neck, then she nibbles my other ear. "I can't imagine how strong you might be if you worked at it. With your frame, carrying me around isn't easy." "Jesus mom, you weigh what? One-twenty, tops? I'm at one-thirty–" "One-eighteen, but I'd like to be one-ten. Still that's pretty good, seeing as you only use one hand, other always having to be in my pussy." She giggles. "Or at least I hope that is where it always has to be." "Sure is, my sexy girl." I lay her on the bed and eat her to a climax before getting in a '69' so we can enjoy climaxes together, which we do twice. Mom is much better this time, and claims the harness got in the way her first time. I get up and she rolls on her stomach, spreading her legs a tad, saying something about how good she felt. Can't help myself, crawl back between her legs and do her bottom getting her giggling and squealing. After her orgasm she wants to wrestle a bit to show me the error of my back door sneak attack. I let her win and she pins me, by kneeling on my shoulders, claiming 'head' as a war prize. She enjoys me eating her pussy, while being the dominate. When through I get a kiss for such a fine job, and another for letting her win the match. By the time I get my girl to the kitchen, brunch is history. Sitting side by side we dish up yesterday's leftover chicken salad. Halfway through lunch mom rubs my thigh. "So, honey, am I gay?" Chuckling I shake my head. "Mom, if you have to ask the question, then no, you're not." "Oh." She wrinkles her nose. "Then what am I?" "Well," I scratch my head, "most will label you as bi-sexual. However, if you're only seen with me you will get the lesbian tag. In truth, I think you're just a person who likes good sex, and–" "That's not good sex, that's way beyond great sex, and I don't care if it was done by a man, lady, or monkey." I laugh and wag a finger no. "That's a whole other classification. I was just going to say, our sex wasn't too much different than if you were with a man. I did the same things any decent man would do to please his lady, if you could find one interested in such a foreign concept." We both laugh. "Course, I don't ever have a problem with going off premature, or getting soft. Okay, and I might stay down longer, or go down more on you, because I truly enjoy pussy. But–" "Um-m, I like pussy too." Mom arches an eyebrow and grins. "I mean it, I love my tongue in you, feeling you spasm and tasting your excitement. You're so soft and men so hard, it's just–" "Oops, pun." I lightly punch her in the arm, "you missed one, men so hard." She scrunches up her face, then chuckles. "Okay that's a little punny, pun intended. But, you know what I meant." "Yes, and the scales might tip a bit more to lesbian." I kiss her. "Most won't even bother you about it, just watch out for drunk men in the bars and bull dykes, when they try to pick you up, both can get nasty. Dykes can be rough on semi-virgin lesbians, so I wouldn't date them if I–" "Baby girl, I'm not dating anyone, gay or straight." She rubs my back. "Certainly not while you're here, and when you return to school I'll come–" "Dropped school," I shake my head, "I'm not going back. Well, at that college anyway. I can finish my degree here." "But honey, I thought you had your heart set on that school." Hang my head, and decide I better come clean. "Only went there so I would be far enough away I wouldn't go crazy, and do what I did to you last night." "Oh," she giggles, "that ship has certainly sailed." "Yeah," I nod, "then sank. I'm sorry mom, I was going to go crazy either way. Last year was miserable, but knew I would get better in time. Not! This year was even more fucking miserable, pun intended. So, I took a chance." She pats my hand, then kisses me. "And I'm so happy you did. Wish you would've came to me earlier about this, we could've..." Janice grunts, shrugs then chuckles. "Well, according to the family track record, I guess we would've locked you up for being crazy." She rolls her eyes. "Dad certainly would've for sure, mom would've just set you up with years of shrink sessions, like me." "You went to a psychiatrist?" "Five years," she holds up five fingers, "from the day after I found out I was pregnant to the day I turned eighteen, two to three times a week, depending on how much I acted out. Sent me to some weekend retreat, funny farm, which is a bad pun, because they aren't funny or a retreat, not even a damn farm. Might help people who are crazy, but didn't do shit for me, probably made it worse." "What happened? Was it bad?" "You mean like, 'One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest,' bad?" She giggles and kisses me. "No, it was nothing like that. My therapist basically said, I was emotionally immature, because of my lost childhood, fixated on my rapist, because of my father, ah, rebelling by running with a bad crowd, and even more pooh-pooh, all of it bullshit." She shrugs. "Like Bobby, I was labeled from the beginning, and it made me scared. Only one I could really talk to was Bobby," she grunts, "but that only made things worse." "Sorry mom." I kiss her, and give her a hug. "Wasn't true then, but it is now." She shrugs. "Society and people-wise I'm stunted. I still live here, because I'm afraid to leave. I'd still be running the hardware store, but had to deal with too many people, plus I needed the money to pay taxes. Could've got a loan on the house, but why compound your debt? Was going to sell the other properties, but it was easier to dump the store." She wipes away a tear from my eye. "I was the one who talked to Bobby first, I always made new friends. But, after all that I was so scared he was the last friend I made, forever I thought." I'm crying, and sniffling mom hugs me, rubbing my back. "It's okay, baby girl. That's the past, I think you've helped me a whole lot, things are going to be better." "Yes, much better." I kiss her, then wipe away my tears. "I'm sorry mom, now I wish I would've done this years ago." "No, you did the right thing baby girl. More than likely you were too young to make this all work til now. Or I would've screwed it all up. With my luck, I'm sure I still can." She holds my head. "You've turned into a very fine, very smart lovely lady," she gently cups my titties, "as well as an exceptional lover. I'm one very lucky lady, and I couldn't be happier." "Not in my eyes, I'm by far the luckier one." I smile. "Now, lets get your sexy butt in bed, or those red eyes are going to become permanent. Guess, it's my bed, since the others are a mess." "Um-m, a single bed, I like." She wiggles her eyebrows. "Are you going to eat me?" "Yes." I run my finger across her lips. "If you're interested, top drawer of the nightstand is my vibrator collection." "Really? How many? What kind?" "A dozen," I shrug, "they vary, such as a three inch mini or bullet, a seven inch rabbit, to a nine–" That's all she needs to hear, and giggling she runs down the hall towards my room. "We don't have to try them all out, you need to pace yourself, you horny little girl." We try them all, and she really likes the rabbit, but we only enjoy several orgasms before falling asleep with our fingers in each other. A few hours later I wake up with mom eating and fingering me. After two orgasms we force ourselves to get up, clean the house, fix dinner, eat it, clean up and back to bed we go. That's how it goes the entire weekend and Monday, neither of us even put on a pair of panties. Didn't save us much on laundry, seeing as we wash a load of bedding every day. Late Sunday we finally get smart, pulling everything but the bottom sheet off the beds. Janice is insatiable, trying all she finds interesting in the books, which is nearly everything. Guess she is making up for all the missed opportunities over the years. I put a trip to the adult toy store on the shopping list, to buy backups of everything, plus more toys. By Monday night I don't expect mom to know how many orgasms she had, but I don't have a clue to how many I had either. \* \* \* Tuesday morning I dress mom in her new outfit and send her off to work, she is giving notice, and will work until they can find a replacement. I head off to do the shopping, even stop off and buy my girl three new sets of sexy lingerie. I barely have everything in the house when mom comes flying through the door. She grabs my arm, pulling me towards the couch. "I'm so happy you're here, I can't go eight hours without you, baby girl. I don't know how I'd ever get by seeing you on weekends if you went to school." Clothes are flying around the room until I get her sat down on the couch. She has her skirt up and I kiss her sopping wet panties. "Missed me, did you?" "Oh baby girl, that isn't funny. I almost went crazy, think I might be fired." I look up over her skirt, and she shrugs. "Told them this morning I'd wait til they hired someone to leave, but I was so horny I knew even part-time two weeks would be as much as I could handle. I go tell the big boss, and he hasn't even started to try and find anyone, no ad, no agency calls, nothing, and I know the prick has had no important meetings all day, spent half the day on his putting green out on his balcony. Hell, he just assigns someone else to do it." She lifts her hips up so I can get her panties off. "So baby girl, I went off, cussing a blue streak. I sounded like grandpa Jim watching a Royals game that racked up seven errors." She giggles. "It's kind of a side no one has seen of me before." "Shocked some people did you?" "Shocked? Three people ran out of the building, and two of the bigger bible thumpers grabbed their hearts like I done them in for sure." She laughs. "I heard one assistant manager say, 'I went postal, if not this time it will be the next, she's got to go,' so, I think I'm fired." "Um-m, you want your pussy ate?" "Yes please, I missed you baby girl." I get down to business and take care of my girl, before getting back to taking care of putting away the groceries. Janice finds the adult store catalog squealing, "For me?" "Yes sexy girl, also have two bags in the bedroom for you." I chuckle. "Three, if you count the bag of new toys." "Um-m," she rubs her crotch and licks her lips, "new toys, you spoil me, baby girl." "You bet, my horny little cutie." I give her a wink. "One is the latest rabbit, with so many controls it has hundreds of settings–" "Hundreds?" Her eyes get real big. "Sounds yummy, where is it? Does it come with batteries? Did you pick up more batteries at the store?" "You're impossible. Yes, I got plenty of batteries. Picked up something new, or I never saw them before, vibrating anal beads and–" "Really? Vibrating? Where?" "Calm down, sweetie." I swat her on the butt. "They're on our bed, but we have things needing done around here." "Right now?" She gives me the big, sad eyes treatment. "Well..." she adds a bit of pouty lips, and I roll my eyes. "At least let me get the groceries put away. But only an hour, two at the most." Squealing she jumps up and down, hugging and kissing me before running for the bedroom. Put away the perishables, rest was put on hold, until she can check out the new toys. By the time I get to the bedroom Janice has all her new toys out of the boxes, laid out on the bed. Grinning she pats the bed. "Hurry up baby girl, or I'll start without you." I wag a finger. "Do that and I'll paddle your bottom." Try to sound stern. "One thing to play with yourself after your chores are all done, but skipping them to–" "It's only because of my new toys." A big smile creeps across mom's face. "Now, get your bottom up here and show me what these things do." With both of us giggling half the time I demonstrate them on her, and using the rabbit along with the beads she has a ten minute orgasm, or enough they just collide into each other, because she has two squirts in there. I thought she might hyperventilate and take her toys away. I massage her and she doesn't complain, just trembles, as her body returns to its natural state. She pulls me down and kisses me. "Thank you, baby girl, you spoil the fuck out of me, pun intended." We laugh and kiss, then she rolls me over on my back. "I want to use the rabbit on you, do you want the beads too? Please, for me." "Sure sexy." Giggling she holds up two tubes. "Strawberry, or lilac lube?" "Hm-m, lilac." "No, strawberry," mom shakes her head, "lilac probably doesn't taste good." I didn't know she was interested in treating me to that particular oral pleasure. I stroke her cheek. "Strawberry, sounds good to me, my sexy girl." This is a first for me, double penetrated in such a manner, and a very enjoyable first it is. There is also a g-spot wand in the bag, which is supposed to aid a woman in squirting. This toy is for me more than my mom, she doesn't need an aid in that department. I lay there enjoying the build-up to my impending climaxes, thinking I have been home six days and had more sex than my entire life, or at least partner sex. Giggling and clapping mom enjoys my string of orgasms, nearly as much as me, but I only last about five minutes. My girl snuggles up on my shoulder cooing and kissing me, telling me know how much she loves me, loves being fucked by me, and fucking me. I'm in heaven, so much so, it's three hours before we get around to finishing our chores. I do not know too much about psychology, but maybe the therapist and mom was right. I could see them diagnosing her problems wrong, they probably never even talked to Bobby, or tried to confirm Janice's story. She is very child-like in a lot of ways, very innocent and naive in so many things, which might be why I love her so much, because most of these traits make her fun to be with. As for being so painfully shy, it was true I could see the pain in her face when she is put in those situations. It's the reason for her conservative clothes, trying to blend into the background. Probably the reason she chose bookkeeping as a career, so she could be locked up in a nice safe office, not having to deal with people. I'm very proud mom doesn't blame everyone for her problems, and determined to help her break free of these tendencies. Right after dinner we're back in the bedroom, playing with the toys. I show my girl all the toys that are supposed to be waterproof, and it's off to the tub to try them out. After all our fun I take my girl in and make love to her. \* \* \* *to be continued... Wizard*

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Title: (Prolouge) One Hell of a Trick by Sparkle Tags: Abduction, Death, Demon, Drama, Horror, Magic, No-Yiff, Other/Herm, Supernatural, Undead, Wolf [](http://s309.photobucket.com/albums/kk375/Coolstuph/?action=view&current=Cover.jpg) ***One Hell of a Trick (Prologue)*** Sparkle gave a giddy chuckle while her hips rolled in a slow  jaunt forward and back, her tail weaving behind her to the techno trickling into the room, and her bare feet tapped quietly to the melodious beat of "The Riddle." In short; the wolf was in a good mood. "Yes, mother, I have a show tomorrow. Yup, it's at the hospital. They called me specifically, since I did such a good job last time. No, I do it for free. No, no no, I've got something entirely new planned out for the poor little gremlins. They won't know what hit 'em! HA! Wait till I get home to show you the tricks I've picked out, it'll blow you away!" She barked happily into the shiny black device buried into the crook of her neck. "No no no, no REAL magic. Stage craft! No, I don't use REAL magic on the stage. I'm proud of my skill! Just because I'm a witch doesn't mean that...look...mom...I'm not getting into this with you now. I've got a lot to do tonight before tomorrow and-...Yeah...ok...hey shaddap already. O, ok. OK. OK I'M SORRY. Yeesh...I know...I know mom...Look. The bottom line is, I'm proud of what you taught me, ok? Alright...ok...I love you too...alright...drag it out why don'tcha...Bye." The voice on the other end of the line died with a subtle click and Sparkle collapsed face first into the bed that sat quietly in the corner of her room. She had a show at the children's hospital tomorrow. A magic act that she hoped would put a smile on all of their sick little faces and brighten their spirits for at least another day. She planned to make sure it was a show they wouldn't forget, and regardless what she'd told her mother over the phone, she did plan to slip in a little of her own unique craft. Spark had been studying magic for as long as she could remember and stage craft longer then that. Magic was in her blood and it would be a shame NOT to liven up her performance with a little bit of extra 'oopmh.' Besides her, who would realize that a few of the tricks she was showing off was actually REAL magic. The kind that mother's warned about and churches burned people for. Being a magician was the perfect cover for being a real witch and Spark flashed a wicked grin as she sat up on the bed and stretched her limbs to their full reach. Tomorrow was going to be a glorious day. The wolf licked her pretty, pouty lips and shifted her rump from the bed, reaching over towards her hat rack where she tugged her favorite top hat down and turned it over. She needed something sensational for the finale. Something to end the show that would really knock the kids for a loop! Something incredible that no other magician could EVER hope to reproduce and the kids would remember forever until their dying days! In short; she needed something magical. Spark dipped a slender set of fingers into the dark depths of her top hat and smiled quietly. Her mother always worried about her use of spell craft, but the woman was brought up on myth and legend. Spark had studied books and trained herself to be a rather advanced witch in the arts of magic. Hell, her room was steeped in the stuff, and she could cast at a whim without a second thought. Magic was in her nature, in her blood, and in her life, and there was nothing that would change that. Still she paused sheepishly, letting her gaze play into the darkness of the upturned hat in her lap. Her magic was steeped in the nature of shadow. Darkness was her element, which meant that all the spells she weaved had some property of shadow to them-however small it may be. Shadow craft was akin to necromancy, demon summoning, and warlocks- all dark arts, things that were shunned in the use of magic for a reason. She bit her lower lip quietly, casting the thoughts of apprehension from her mind with a shudder. She was positive of her skill, and quite sure of her abilities. No easy task, to be sure, but it was something she could, and would do. Summoning anything using shadow magic was always something shy of safe, but for the few seconds she needed to do so on stage, it wouldn't be a problem. She dipped her fingers deeper into her hat, contemplating what she'd come up with- something to really startled the kids in the audience, and gasped sharply when a firm set of digits wrapped around her own. She lifted her paw from the hat and let out a blood curdling scream when she saw what had attached itself to her paw. [](http://s309.photobucket.com/albums/kk375/Coolstuph/?action=view&current=1240323002driprat_wronghat.jpg) The music stopped...the room grew cold, and Sparkle's eyes widened to the size of saucers. To her horror, the abomination grasping at her fingers spoke. "Nice room toots...care to have a look at mine?" It asked. Before Spark could hope to answer, the entity she had pulled from her hat gave a strong yank, and tore the wolf from her feet and into the black, swirling darkness of the void in which she'd summoned. The hat toppled to the ground, rolling quietly on its side, before coming to a slow, wobbling halt. That's where it remained until the police found it a few day's later; after the wolf failed to appear at the hospital, failed to return any calls, and failed to come home at all.

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Title: Being Mindy Ch. 01 Tags: transition, full time, gay, waitress, salon, sex, boy toy *You can read this as a standalone story, but it might be best if you read my "Becoming Mindy" series and the non-erotic random though piece I wrote. This is a continuation of my journey.* \*\*\*\*\* The next two weeks were crazy. I put my two weeks' notice in at work. I contacted my doctor and told him I wanted to go full-time. He sent me a document of t-friendly places (i.e. salons, stores, gyms, etc) and we set up my appointment for discussing everything. I put my house on the market while I bought a new little place close in the gay area of LA. I moved the weekend after my two weeks at work were done. I got busy furnishing and decorating my new place in the girly stuff I had always loved but never was able to decorate with since I had been living as a guy. I took a significant amount of money ($10,000) and went on a clothes and shoes shopping spree. I now had a walk-in closet and dresser full of female clothes. I saved only a suit and a few other guy clothes. A few weeks after that, my house was sold and closed. I also sold my BMW and bought a denim blue VW Beetle convertible. While I broke up with Steve (he wasn't very happy about my new found love of topping), Jeff and I had seen each other 7-8 times in the month since we met. In the craziness, he had become the only guy I was fucking. I was now living only 4 blocks from him. Once all the details were done, including a nerve-wracking, but ultimately fine, discussion with my financial manager, I was ready. I had made an appointment at a beauty salon that catered to t-girls for Monday morning. However, I was nervous. I called Mike, my doctor, that Sunday about everything and he put me in contact with one of the other t-girls he had helped. Britney and I had dinner together that night and she put me at ease. After all, I had come this far. That Monday, I woke up and got ready. I made sure to go full-out on makeup since I was nervous and wanted them to think they had something to work with. Once I got there, my beautician immediately complimented me and told me that if she didn't know better, I was a girl just looking for a haircut. She got to work. She told me that hair was long enough to do some bonded extensions. We picked a color, she died my own hair that color and applied the extensions. After she was done with my hair, she waxed my eyebrows to give them a feminine look. Then it was off to put on some acrylic French tip nails and gave me a pedicure with French tip nails also. She then pierced both of my ears and we picked out some earrings for me. She also pierced my naval and we picked out a stud for that as well. Once we were done, I looked in the mirror and realized that the "fake" look I had been using for the past year or so paled in comparison to the "real" look that I would be walking out of the salon with. While I had grown in confidence with my fake look, my real look was not only hot, but also made me very comfortable. In fact, as I walked out of the salon that Monday afternoon, it was the first time in my life I was comfortable with who I was and how I looked. I send a text to Jeff as well as some pictures of my new look. It was 2:30 in the afternoon, but I didn't have anywhere to be, which was one of the advantages of having no job but being a trust fund kid. I went to the bar I had originally met Jeff to have a drink in celebration of the new me. I was happy when I found it was Dean behind the bar. In fact, it was just he and I in the bar. "It's official," I said to Dean as I sat down. "I'm now a full-time girl." "Awesome," was his reply. "Every gay guy in the area and a lot of lesbians a well have been lusting over you for the past few months. Now you're always going to be around. I'm going to like that as well." "I guess now I'll have time to fuck them all," I said laughing as he brought me a chocolate martini and a Vegas bomb. "Do a shot with me." He made another shot and we did a celebration shot together. "That's on the house in celebration of you now always being Mindy," Dean said as he took the shot glasses away. We sat and chatted for the rest of the afternoon. When his shift ended at 5, he joined me and we sat and drank together. "I need to meet some new friends," I told him. "The easiest way to meet new friends is just hanging out. In fact, why don't you work here as a waitress on the weekends? You'll meet a lot of new people that way. We need the help on Fridays and Saturdays." "Seriously," I said. "I have no experience and don't know the first thing about being a server." "Don't worry about that," he said smiling. "You're pretty, a unique girl and have a fun personality. You'll be fine. Besides, you can always offer blowjobs to those customers that you screw up their order." "If that's the case, I might just screw up their orders on purpose. You might need to know you've just hired a slut. I've been dressing as a girl for about a year and have been full time only since this afternoon. I've got some catching up to do." "I wouldn't have thought to hire you if I thought you were a prude," he said smiling as he moved his hand to my bare thigh, just below where my shorts stopped. "You know what I'm thinking," I asked as I put my hand on his. "What?" "What's the bar's policy on employee fraternizing?" "We don't have one. We're a gay bar. Hooking up is what people come here for. That goes for employees too." "Then I want to finish this drink, have another one as well as a shot, then I want you to take me home and fuck me," I said, moving my hand from his to his crotch. "What about your friend that you've been in here with the last month or so," he asked, but his voice didn't sound convincing as I felt his cock harden in his pants. "He's working late tonight. We're going out tomorrow. Don't you want to be the first to fuck me as a girl?" "I just don't want any trouble." I told Dean I'd text Jeff if he wanted me to, which he did. I sent a text to Jeff that read, "Sitting here drinking with Dean at the bar. He offered me a job waitressing here on the weekend. I'm going to. I want him to fuck me tonight." As we waited for the reply, Dean and I ordered new drinks and shots. After we did the shots, my phone beeped with Jeff's reply. It read, "That'd be the least you could do to thank him for the job. Have fun. Promise me your ass is mine tomorrow." I showed Dean the text before replying, "Of course babe. Talk to you tomorrow." Once he read the text, Dean's hand began to roam a little more and began to rub my tucked cock. I was turned on beyond belief. I quickly downed my second drink and whispered to Dean that I was ready to be fucked. We paid our tabs, which were ½ off since Dean was an employee. "Jeff and I often switch," I said as we stood up and headed to the door. "But tonight I want to be 100% the girl. You can use me however you want tonight." "I am usually versatile, but your wish is my command tonight," Dean said as we left the bar and started walking to my place. It was about a minute into the walk before his hand began to caress my ass as we walked. It took all of my willpower to not just have him take me on the way home. We did, however, stop a few times and kiss passionately. When we got to my door, however, Dean didn't hold out any longer. As I went to unlock the door, he pushed me against the door and pressed against me from behind. He was kissing my neck as I felt him unbutton my short and push them down. Next was my gaff and I heard his zipper on his jeans. He still had me pinned against the door with my keys still in the lock. I heard him open a condom, which he must have been able to put on with just one hand. The next thing I knew, his cock was in my ass and he was fucking my on my front porch against the door. It was only about 10:00 and I knew there were going to be people still walking down the street. I managed to get the door unlocked and opened. Dean fucked me through the threshold. Once we got inside, his cock never left my ass, and the door shut, he continued to fuck me just on the other side of the door now. "You know when we close the bar on Saturday nights," he whispered in my ear still pounding away in my ass. "I'm going to fuck you on the bar, on the tables, on the pool table, in the kitchen, in the backroom, wherever I want, okay?" "You can have my ass whenever you want," I said as my first orgasm swept over me and blew a load out of my boy toy all over the front door. "That's a good slut," he said, still pounding in my ass. "You're going to be such a popular waitress. You should increase business a lot. The hottest tranny slut in the area." "I'll fuck whoever you want me to," I said. "I want to be the best waitress your bar has ever had." "That's a good slut," he said. "Now the best sluts swallow cum. Are you the best slut?" "Yes," I screamed. "Oh my god, I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste your cum." He pulled out, pushed me to my knees, pulled off his condom and began to stroke his cock. Like a good girl, I opened my mouth as he shot a considerable load into my mouth. Once he was finished, I sucked the rest of his cum out of his cock, showed him the load in my mouth and then swallowed. "You have any beer," he asked once he recovered. I did and I got him one as he sat on the couch, still naked. I got two beers and joined him, also naked, on the couch. I threw my legs over his lap as we drank the beer, watched television and mindlessly chatted. After a little time passed, my hand began to play his cock, which started to harden again. "You know, I'm not going to make you fuck customers," he said, his tone turning serious. "That was just in the passion talk. You can choose which customers you want to fuck, if any. And, I am sorry about the tranny name." "I know," I said. "The tranny thing doesn't bother me really. Besides, dirty talk is my favorite. As far as the customers, I know that was in the height of passion, but if I don't find someone to fuck, you'll still want to fuck me at the end of the shift?" "Of course." I maneuvered myself on the couch to next to him and we kissed. I then moved to the floor and started to suck his cock, which was hard again. "Let's go to the bedroom so you can fuck me again," I said after about five minutes of sucking him. I got on the bed, on my back, and after putting on a condom, he got on top of me, entering me in the missionary position. We fucked that way for a while before I rode him reverse cowgirl. We then switched to doggy before returning to missionary. While in the final missionary position, I came again as I shot cum all over my stomach. Seeing me cum was enough to put him over the edge. He pulled out, removed his condom and shot his load onto my stomach as well. After cleaning up, we snuggled on the bed as sleep began to call our names. "You know Mindy," Dean said softly into my ear. "I've been with a couple of cross dressers and one other trans girl, but there is something different about you. You're almost more of a girl than genetic girls." I roll over to face him. "I've always felt uncomfortable as a guy. Today was the first day in my life I've actually felt alive and real. I think I really am just a girl. I just happen to also have a special toy. And, thank you for fucking me on my first night as a full-time girl." "I guess I should say you're welcome," he said laughing. "At the bar, you might want to consider always wearing that transgender necklace. It'll just make sure everyone knows. Otherwise, people will think you're a woman and surprises can lead to bad situations. Just be careful." "I will. Besides, you'll be there at the bar to protect me." I kissed him and my hand brushed across his cock, which was growing again. I rolled over to my nightstand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. Rolling back over toward him, I held the condom in front of his face. "Let's fuck again," I said. He didn't need any further instruction. For the next hour, we fucked in several positions. I came once out of my toy and had several other internal orgasms before he filled his condom. Exhausted, we collapsed on the bed and sleep came quickly. Not a bad first day as a full-time girl I thought as I fell asleep.

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Title: How I Became a Cheerleader Ch. 14 Tags: transgender, crossdressing The morning after graduation, I dressed in mini skirt, thong panties, and a white tank top with "Pink" on it, put my hair back in a clip, loaded my suitcase and some of my personal stuff into my new car and headed over to Trent's. He was leaving that morning on a two week business trip with Jason and I had to formally say goodbye. He and I had said goodbye the night before and my new car still smelled of the passion. His flight out was at eleven and I got there just before eight. Trent and Jason were packed and the limo waited to take them to the airport. Heather was deep in an embrace with Jason as I pulled up and hopped out. Trent gathered me up in his arms and squeezed me so tight; I thought he was going to break a few ribs. "I am going to miss you." I whispered in his ear. "Me too," he replied. "This will be the first time we have been apart since the cruise and I am going to miss having you wake up next to me." "It is only for two weeks. I will be waiting when you get back, with something special for my returning business man." "How special," he growled in my ear. "Well, my first photo shoot is next week and I think they mentioned doing the lingerie and swimwear this time out." Trent groaned in my ear and I giggled. "I am going to miss your shoot too." "Yes, and you couldn't be there anyway." "Why not," he demanded. "Because, from what I have seen and what J.D. told me, you don't want to be there watching me get pawed at by photographers, dressers, stylists and whoever. Some boyfriends and husbands have a hard time dealing with the fact that the woman they love is being treated like a piece of meat or inanimate object in front of them. Some cause trouble and J.D. said that because of that they have barred all significant others from the shoots." He grumbled and I kissed him deeply. "Don't worry, Heather and Mom will be there and they will take good care of me. And I promise to give you a private performance when you get back." "I will hold you to that." He said finally smiling. Jason whistled and waved him over and we walked to the limo arm in arm. When we got there Jason kissed me on the cheek and said he would see me soon and I wished him luck. Trent looked over at my car and frowned. "Where are you headed? You look like you are packed to never return." "I didn't take that much." I said sternly. "I am heading out to see the house in LA and check it out this week and then stay there for the photo shoot next week." "You are not going alone are you?" Jason asked looking concerned. "No, Candy got this week off to go with me and Mom and Heather are coming out next week for the shoot. We will all be staying in the house together." "Good," Jason said as Heather nodded in agreement behind him. "The community is very safe, but I like the idea of you being there with someone else better." "Now you get to see the house first too," Trent pouted. "And you get to go with your father for two weeks to Japan on business." I replied sternly. "And I will be monitoring you, so no doing anything freaky with Geisha girls. Now get going or you will miss your flight." With one last deep burning kiss, Trent climbed into the limo and they left. They waved at us and then again at Candy as she pulled in as the limo pulled out. She stopped in front of the house and stuck her head out of the window and hollered at me. "You ready Janie, we are burning daylight. Hi Mrs. McKabe." "Hi yourself Candy, how are you?" "Just fine, ready to get moving." "You know where you are going?" She asked. "Yes," I replied. "I programmed the address into my GPS and Candy did the same in case we get separated on the highway." You two be careful, drive safe." She admonished us. "We will." I said, giving her a hug goodbye and jumping into my car. "See you in a week." She yelled as we each pulled out and got on the move. The drive took several hours, not the least because we had to stop every hour to stretch and go the bathroom. The scenery was beautiful and we spoke to each other often on our cell phones. Candy was right on my bumper when we got to LA and it only took us an hour to get through the traffic to the house. The six foot high stone fence surrounded the entire community. It still was up on a hill with an excellent view of the ocean, but there were houses on the ocean side of the street that were not part of the community. This was a really ritzy neighbourhood. We got to the driveway and found a very large security guard in a gate house waving us to a stop. He checked out our driver's licenses and plates, logged us in and confirmed that Heather had cleared us for entry and registered me as the new tenant of the house and Candy as my guest for the week. He told us that the community was patrolled at all times and completely secure. I was a little uncomfortable at the way he looked at us, but Candy just lapped up the attention and soon had him eating out of her hand. We drove to the address we were given and both of us climbed out of our cars and just stood and stared at the house. The exterior was all brick with a covered front porch, side drive for the cars and large windows. The front walk was all stone and completely landscaped. "You said they leased you a house while you are at school, you didn't say they got you a mansion." Candy said accusingly. "They didn't tell me." I replied, still trying to accept the house they had got us. I opened the envelope Heather gave me and punched the code into the front door and the lock sprang open. I stepped in and turned the alarm off with another code. It only beeped at me twice and the green light indicating off lit up. Candy was right behind me as we stood spell bound in the front hall. She nudged me and pointed at another envelope on the table inside the front door. I saw my name on it and opened it slowly, afraid of still more surprises. Janie: Enjoy your new home while you are in school. The design is called the Braymore. It is just under seven thousand square feet, has four bedrooms, five bathrooms, three car garage, family room, wine cellar, media room, billiard room, sun room, covered porch and swimming pool. The house is full wired for wifi and the code is in the note I gave you to unlock the house. There is a maid service that will come in once a week to clean, the pool has a service company and landscaping is all arranged as part of the lease. Enjoy. Heather & Jason P.S. Trent doesn't know anything about it yet, so don't spoil his surprise. Just tell him it is a nice little place for you to live in while you are at school. I handed the note to Candy and sat down on the bench behind the door in a complete state of shock. This place was four times the size of my house at home and I couldn't believe that they had gone so far overboard on this place. I knew that there was no point in complaining, I didn't want to appear ungrateful and I was not going to give it back. I pulled out my cell phone and hit Mom's speed dial. "Hi baby," Mom's voice came over the cell. "I hope you got there okay." "Yes Mom we got here just fine." I said still a little lost. "How is the house? Do you like it? Is it big enough for you guys and us when we come out?" "Mom, this place is huge." I finally got out. "Now dear, it can't be that big." Mom said. I read her the note from Heather and she didn't say a word for a minute. "Well, I guess there will be room for all us then when you do your shoot. Don't forget to call Heather and let her know you got there safe and thank her again for the house. I can't wait to see it." "Yes Mom." I said, still in shock. I was expecting some support, not her just to accept it and pass me off. I suddenly got a really bad suspicion. "Mom did you know about this place?" I demanded. "Now how would I know what Heather and Jason do dear?" Mom countered. "Answer the question Mom." I said firmly. "Call Heather darling, I am sure that she is waiting for your call to say that you two are safe. Bye sweetie." Mom hung up in my ear and I had my answer. I would deal with her when she got here. I hit the next number on my speed dial and Heather picked up after the fifth ring. "Janie darling, your mother just called to tell me that you got there safe." "Yes, I suspected that she would." I said sweetly. "I also wanted to thank you again for this wonderful mansion that you have leased for us. It is so beautiful and open. It will be so much better than staying in residence." "Oh sweetheart, it isn't a mansion, it would have to much larger for that. I can look for one if you want." "Don't you dare," I almost screamed at her. "This place is too big as it is. I am going to get lost in here for at least a month before I can get used to it." I could hear her laughing on the other end of the phone. "Go explore and have fun Janie. I will talk to you later. Bye." "So much for support from the parental units," I said to Candy as she came back into the front hall with a wicked smile on her face. "Stop bitching," she said firmly. "At least you are not in residence or some seedy apartment in the low rent district." "I know, I know. It is just so much." I said. "Let's go take a look around." The front hall had a powder room off to one side and the stairs just beyond that. The dinning room was on the other side of the entry way, with the kitchen beside that. The kitchen was painted white with oak cabinets, had all professional equipment in stainless steel, an island and a breakfast area with table and a full glass wall. The island had a bar on it in front of the stove and grill. Off the kitchen were the pantry and the laundry room. Past the breakfast area was the door that led to the mud room and the garage. Opposite the glass wall was another room connected to the family room. The double family room which had a fireplace against the far wall and a corner bar in it was done in a deep hunter green with red wood trim. The furniture was all done in red leather; it had a sun room off one room and a covered porch off the other. The sun room was done with flowers and could almost pass as a greenhouse. The covered porch had a large hot tub in that could seat at least six, more likely eight people. The door from the porch led to the raised terrace with French doors leading into the office. The office was large enough for two complete desks, wall cabinets of a few books but plenty of space for our text books. There were study lamps on the leather topped desks and comfortable swivel chairs. This would be a good place to do homework. The first of the other two doors led to a workout room with weights and fitness equipment in it and a full bathroom with shower off that. The second door led to the stair hallway. Still in a state of shock we went up stairs and checked the upstairs area. The master bedroom was above the office and workout room. It was dominated by the king size bed on a wood frame so large that I would probably need a stool to get into it. It was a four poster, in dark mahogany wood, and very masculine. No frilly canopy here. The posts were not that tall, but very wide. This room was done in deep royal blue, the carpet was ankle deep and there was a plasma screen on the wall at the foot of the bed. The door opposite the French doors led to the closet, his and hers walk in closets and a dressing room. The master bath beyond that had two sinks, a full shower stall that looked like I could lie down in, a sunken bath tub big enough for two and a bidet. The finish was all marble, and the floor was heated, according to the thermostat on the wall. Each of the other three bedrooms there had its own colour scheme, an en-suite bathroom and a walk in closet. The attic was directly above the covered porch and sunroom. The upstairs landing had a reading nook with two wing chairs and excellent lighting and a window out above the front door. There was a hallway down past the bedrooms and around the corner that led past the closets and into a large room above the garage that I figured we would use for storage. We went back down stairs and into the basement. By this time I was so into information overload that I didn't know what to think. The stairs opened up into a large room with two doors and several openings. The room right across from the bottom of the stairs was the media room. There were several large comfortable reclining chairs and large projection screen TV with every game system on the market already hooked up with DVD players and full home theatre sound system. Next to that was the furnace room, water heater, water purifier, air conditioning and all the other electrical and mechanical works a house needs. The door in that room led to the crawl space beneath the kitchen. The other side of the furnace room was the rec room. There was a dart board and several arcade games there, another fireplace directly beneath the one in the family room and another full wet bar. Off that was the pool room complete with a full size snooker table, cues and both snooker and eight ball racks. The first door in that room led to the wine cellar, mostly empty, but a few bottles of red wine and a refrigerated section for the white. I thought it would be a good place to store extra items that needed refrigeration. The second door led to the outside storage, and in there we found the lawn chairs and pool toys and equipment that we would need. We went out into the yard and found a full fifty foot pool, complete with diving board and twelve foot deep end. The yard was completely fenced in with a redwood fence ten foot high with a hedge in the inside to eight feet. The house and yard was completely private. We wandered around to the front of the house and saw that this was not the biggest house but it was close. This was a very exclusive community and I was certain that Heather & Jason had paid thru the nose for this house. As we looked at the front of the house Candy turned to me and said, "Not to shabby sweetie, but I think you should have the sky made a deeper blue for the time you are here." "Ms. Holcombe?" came a voice behind us. I spun around and found myself face to face with a tall man about forty in a polo shirt and slacks with comfortable shoes and no socks. His hair was black and his were a deep sea green. He had a craggy well worn face but was quite good looking. He looked very confident and Candy eyed him warily. "Yes." I responded. "Brad Thompson." He said and stuck out his hand. "I am the site supervisor for the construction company. Mrs. McKabe asked me to make sure you were satisfied with the house." "You built this house especially for Mrs. McKabe?" I stammered thinking about the cost involved in building a house just to lease it for us. "I built this entire community for the McKabe's. This is their development, didn't you know. They own it all through one of their companies." Candy started to laugh and I stood there looking like an idiot. No wonder they got us such a beautiful house. "This was one of the show models and we furnished it as part of the display. She had us add a few things to make it more homey for you, and I just wanted to see if there was anything else you wanted us to add." "How about an indoor pool in the basement," Candy said sarcastically thru her laughter, playing with her cell phone. "I can have a crew start covering the outdoor pool in the morning, but the indoor one in the basement will require another two months work. How soon do you need it?" He replied. "No, no, she was just kidding." I said hastily. "Every thing is beautiful. You did a wonderful job." "I am glad you like it. I will be here for the next two weeks before I head home, if there is anything else you need. I had my assistant do some shopping for you, so you will have the basics to eat and live for a few days." "That was very kind of you Mr. Thompson." I said smiling at his thoughtfulness. "How much do I owe you?" "Not a problem and you don't owe me a thing." He said waving his hand in a going away gesture. "Mrs. McKabe instructed me to just add it to the expense report. Here is my card, if you need anything, just let me know." He handed me his business card and I stuck it in my pocket. "I have also left my number in the office along with the numbers of some reliable contractors, plumber, electrician, that kind of thing if you need anything after I am gone. Have a good day." He said, shaking my hand and Candy's and turning and walking off down the drive. "Do you believe that?" I asked. "Yes, while you were talking, I sent his picture to Mrs. McCabe and checked him out. He is their site supervisor for the construction project. He has worked for them for fifteen years and she confirmed that he did indeed do the shopping and set the house up for us. She also suggested that we change all the codes for the house, since she doesn't know who has them now." Candy led me back into the house and we went through the instructions to change the lock codes and passwords on all the security systems. It was getting around to dinner time and I checked the kitchen. Indeed the cupboards, pantry, fridge and freezer were all well stocked. They didn't have everything that I wanted, but there was enough food for the two of us for at least the next couple of weeks. We put together a quick dinner of chicken salad and ice tea and relaxed on the terrace off the master bedroom. "This is just too beautiful for words." Candy said. "I could get used to this quite easily." "I doubt I will be able too any time soon." I said softly. "What, too small?" She teased. "No, I just keep expecting the door to open and some rich guy to charge in and demand to know what we are doing in his house." "Relax," Candy said confidently. "Now go unpack and get your suit on. We need to break in that pool and hot tub." She stood and grabbed the plates with the leftovers of our dinner and headed in the house thru the covered porch. I went up to the master bedroom and opened my suitcase and started hanging up my clothes and putting them in the dressers. I thought about what Candy had said about living in residence and realized that she and Kevin were headed for that very existence. I made a decision to talk to Trent about having them live with us. It was not like we didn't have enough room and she had seen me naked enough to not have to worry about her finding out about me. I was just putting on my bikini when my computer beeped behind me and a request for a video link came up. I pulled a t-shirt on quickly and answered the message and Trent's face blossomed on the screen. "Hi baby." He said smiling at seeing me in just at-shirt. He couldn't see my bikini bottoms. "Hey sweetheart, how was the flight?" "Long, but at least first class gave us enough room to stretch and get some sleep. I see you made it to the new place alright. How is it?" I almost said what I really thought, but I remembered Heather's note and said, "Just a nice place for us to crash while we are at school. It is very nicely furnished and I think you will like it. How is Japan?" "Crowded," he laughed. "But the food is good and the hotel is fabulous. It is just about time to get up and go to work here but I thought I could catch you before you went to bed." "Candy and I are just about to go for a swim." I told him. "I was just changing when you called." "Don't let me stop you." He said wickedly. "You didn't," I said pulling off my t-shirt and flashing my bare chest at him as I pulled my top on. "You look so beautiful baby." He said looking despondent. "Oh, poor baby," I said squeezing my nipples at him. "Does baby miss his bubba?" I mocked at him squeezing my small breasts at the camera. "You know I do." He said almost drooling. "Too bad baby," I said with a laugh, doing my top up. "You are the one who had to run off to Japan." "You're mean." He said looking for sympathy. "Yes she is." Candy's voice came from behind me. "Now you two get off the line and let us go swimming. I can't wait to hit the pool." "And you have to get some breakfast into you." Jason said from off screen. "I don't want you passing out in the middle of the meeting." "What do I have to do to have a little privacy here?" I said plaintively as Trent complained loudly, "Dad, I'm trying to talk to Janie." "I know." He said smiling at the camera. "Now say goodbye and let's get going. Love you Janie. Bye Candy." "You too Jason," I said as Candy waved behind me. "Later Trent," she said tugging on my arm. "I will call you tonight, or rather tomorrow morning for you." Not before seven." I said, "I love you." "Love you too," Trent said. "Let's go, before I get sick." Candy said hitting the disconnect on the computer and pulling me out on to the terrace. "Hey," I complained. ""What, I know you." "What do you mean?" I demanded. "If I don't stop you, then you and he will start the 'You hang up first' routine and we will be here all night. Now let's hit the water." The pool had several lounges for tanning scattered around it and a table with an umbrella. The pool was tiled with a deep blue tile and that mixed with the water made the pool look even deeper than it was. I stood on the diving board and launched myself into the water. It was warm; there must have been a heater, because it felt like it was about ninety degrees. I surfaced and saw Candy follow me in. She sighed as she broke the surface, rolled onto her back and floated in the warm water. "That is just what I needed to wash that drive away." She said starring up at the cloudless sky as the sun began to set. "This is wonderful." I agreed, swimming to the shallow end and starting my swimming workout. I had not been swimming since about a week before graduation and I was getting antsy. I need the exercise. Candy joined me for a while but she quite before I did and moved to the hot tub. After an hour I joined her, relaxing my muscles. "Now this I am used to." I said, sinking up to my neck. "Me too," Candy agreed. "I was thinking that tomorrow we should head downtown to see what is happening." "Downtown," I repeated, "Downtown LA?" "Actually, Hollywood," Candy said, smiling wickedly. "What are you up too" I demanded. "Nothing, I know that you haven't been here before and I thought I would show you around. We can do a little shopping, tour the strip, drive the PCH. You'll love it." "Oh no you don't..." I began. "Trust me," Candy said. "Nothing to wild and it will be broad daylight. I promise that we will be home for dinner." "I don't know." I said softly. "Don't worry about it." Candy said with finality. "I'm getting out and heading for bed. With that and concern in the pit of my stomach we got out of the tub and towelled off. We headed upstairs and changed for bed. It was only about eleven, but we were both wiped from the drive and the surprise. I changed into my pyjamas, a white tank top and tap pants, I even left my vagina on, I had only applied it that morning and decided that with Candy in the house, I would wear it all the time. It was a good thing I did, because as the sun came up and I woke in the morning I found someone had crawled into bed with me and was spooned up behind me. I rolled over and my movement woke Candy and she looked at me with sleepy eyes. "Hi, sorry I joined you, but I got so lonely at the other end of the house. It was too quiet." "I noticed how quiet this house is." I agreed. "But I was so tired I just passed out." "I did too, but after about an hour I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep." Candy said. "I share a room with my sister at home and without the sound of her breathing it was too quiet and I just stared at the ceiling." "No problem, as long as you didn't ravage me in my sleep." "You know I did." Candy leered at me. "Now your body belongs to me." She gave me an evil laugh and twirled her imaginary moustache. "You know Trent won't allow that." I said. "He will rescue me." "Too late," she cackled, reaching for me. "Eeek," I said loudly and ran for the bathroom giggling. I jumped in the shower first and Candy stopped at the bathroom doorway and said loudly over the shower, "Curses, foiled again." Then she stuck her tongue out at me and left the bathroom laughing. After the shower I dressed in white tennis shoes, denim short shorts, and a pale blue midriff t-shirt that said "Sexy" on it. Candy wore low heeled sandals and a pink mini dress. Then we locked up the house, hopped into her car and headed out of the community. On the way we passed Brad supervising a group doing some landscaping near the front gate. Candy honked and waved and he walked over to her car. "Good morning ladies." He said cheerfully. "How was your first night in the house?" "Wonderful." Candy said smiling up at him. "How was your evening with Mrs. Thompson?" "Mrs. Thompson is my mother, and she is still up in Toronto." He said smiling. "I just had a quiet dinner alone." "Well we can't have that." Candy said, flirting for all she was worth. "You come by tonight at seven and we will have dinner together, and bring your bathing suit, the pool opens right after dinner." She waved as we pulled out, not giving him a chance to answer. "Candy are you crazy?" I demanded as we hit the street. "Nope just interested," she said smiling. "Besides, I checked him out with Mrs. McCabe." "What about Kevin?" "What about him." She said. "I am not going to jump into bed with Brad; I just want to talk to him. He seems nice and he is cute and well built. I just wanted an excuse to see him in a bathing suit." I sat there, my mouth hanging open at her comments, but inside I had to agree, he was good looking. The drive down the PCH was beautiful, the housing community was very close to the ocean and it only took us about a minute to make it to the highway. We were far enough out of LA that we had room, but close enough that getting to school would be easy. We hit the city and Candy parked us at the Century City mall and we hit the stores. The outfits there were much more expensive than I thought they would be and we didn't by much, mostly we just window shopped and wandered. From there we headed down to Rodeo Drive. There was no way I would even let her park the car. I couldn't afford anything on that street. Candy agreed with me, she couldn't either, but said that the best things in life are free, but the expensive are still worth a look every now and then. From there we headed over to Hollywood Blvd. Candy parked the car and we wandered down the street. I have never seen so many lingerie stores in one place in my life. We hit the Hard Rock café near the theatre and had a light lunch. I was still on my diet for the upcoming photo shoot, and then we went back out into the throng of people. Candy dragged me to Fredericks of Hollywood and there she went really to town on the shopping. She picked up panties and bras as well as garter belts and real stockings. I just wandered around and picked out a few nice tops. There wasn't anything in there that I needed as Heather had outfitted me in pretty much all the lingerie I would ever need. I did look at a few of the costumes and thought the schoolgirl would look cute on me, but I couldn't find one small enough to fit me. The sales lady came over and offered to assist me and I just let her ring up my purchases. I sat and waited for Candy to finish and we left, Candy had about four bags stuffed to overloading with lingerie, but I only had one small one. "That was fun." Candy said smiling at me. "But you didn't get much." "Not much there my size," I told her, and she nodded. Being so petite I had to be careful what I bought, I rarely needed a bra and sexy panties were hard to come by in my size. As we walked further down the street we passed another lingerie store, Candy paused and looked in the window and then we moved on. We hadn't gotten more than a few steps past the store when the door flew open and a man came running out. "You two," he panted. "Us," Candy said suspiciously. "Yes, you two," he fought to get his breath back. "Where are you dancing and who makes your outfits?" "Dancing, outfits." I repeated stupidly. "What are you talking about?" "You two work as strippers don't you?" He questioned. "I can tell you're not hookers and anyone as beautiful as you must be strippers. Who does your costumes? I can make you a great deal on custom fitted costumes." "How dare..." I started to say indignantly, when Candy cut me off. "How good a deal?" "The best in the city, shoes included." He told her. "But you have to tell all your associates where you got them." "How much?" She pushed. "For each of you, one hundred dollars." "Ha," Candy said disdainfully. "I can get better two doors down for half that." "Okay, okay," he said. "Say eighty bucks an outfit, shoes included." "Sixty, including shoes," Candy countered, "and we pick the fabric." "Done," he said smiling. "Step into my shop." He bowed us thru the door into his store. I followed Candy pulling at her sleeve but she ignored me. Once we were inside he turned to us and looked directly at me. "Does your friend have id?" He asked. "I can't measure a minor." I pulled out my wallet and flashed my driver's license at Candy's urging and he nodded. "You're first." He said to me, and waved me over to a dressing room. "Strip and come out and stand on the platform." He turned and started to talk to Candy about materials and fabrics. I stood there watching them for a moment and Candy waved me into the dressing room and I meekly did as I was instructed. Coming out in only my panties was terrifying, but I felt a little thrill, and I knew that Candy was with me. The dressing room was cornered off and the platform was well away from the front of the store. He came at me, tape measure in hand and took down all my vital statistics, including a few that I was sure he didn't need, but Candy waved ok at me. The whole process only took about ten minutes and I was dressed and watching Candy go thru the same thing. Half an hour later, each of us lighter almost three hundred dollars; we had receipts in our hands and a pick up date of next week for our costumes. As soon as we left the store I rounded on her. "What did you do that for?" I demanded. "I thought it was a good deal." She replied confidently. "And it was. Think about it, custom made lingerie at that price is a steal." "But we aren't strippers." I said loudly. "Yes, but he doesn't know that." She said smugly. "You lied to him." "No I didn't." She said with confidence. "I agreed to tell my associates about his shop. As you are my only associate in this venture, you already know about it. So I have held up my end." "But what am I going to do with four custom made stripper outfits?" I asked. "Entertain Trent." She said wickedly. "I am going to give Kevin a show he won't believe when I get home." "That is not a bad idea," I said out loud. "I will have to practice." "Honey, I will teach you some moves that will have him melt in your hand." "Just having that guy measure me got me horny." "You too," Candy said. "I started the moment he asked where we were dancing and the fitting only made it worse." "Too bad Trent doesn't get back for another two weeks; I don't think I will last that long on my own." "And I can't wait a week till I see Kevin now." Candy agreed. "I just wish I had brought my pb." "What?" I asked. "My plastic boyfriend." "Oh, yeah, I could use one of those myself." I agreed. "Then let's take care of it." Candy said, pulling me down the street and into a sex toy shop. I was mortified to be seen going into a place like that in broad daylight, but no one even looked at us twice. The store had everything anyone could ever want for sex, including a few items that I don't think anyone would ever want. Candy led us straight over to the dildo section and started to pursue the wares. "Now this is just what I need." Candy said, holding an eight inch dildo about as thick as her wrist. "A little big, don't you think?" I asked sceptically. "No, just about the same size as Kevin," she said smiling. "And look, it has a suction base." "So," I said. "You can attach it to a wall and back into it. You don't have to use your hands, you can just fuck." She said knowledgeably. I grabbed the same one as she held and we both went and paid for our new plastic boyfriends. We made it home in time for dinner with Brad. We got there at six thirty, after a brief stop at the market, where I got some nice steaks and some potatoes for baking. Candy fired up the barbeque and I got the dinner prepped. Brad was right on time and rang the door bell. Candy flew to the door and waved him graciously into the house. "I would offer you a tour, but you probably know this house better than we do." She said, coming into the kitchen. "Quite so Candy, I used this one as my office for a while." He said coming into the kitchen. "You remember my housemate Janie." She said by way of an obvious introduction to show we were on a first name basis. "Janie Brad is here." "Hi," I said shyly. "Good to see you again Janie." Brad said, shaking my hand. "We are just about to put dinner on." Candy said, picking up the platter with the steaks on. We made small talk as dinner cooked and looked for some common ground. Not that there could be much, considering the age gap, but he told us lots of funny stories from the construction of the community. After dinner we hit the pool again and Candy had been right, Brad did look good in a bathing suit. I commented on his swimming endurance and that led to a very interesting discussion. 'Well, as a scuba instructor, I have to be good in the water." "You teach scuba?" I asked incredulously. "I just went snubaing on a cruise and loved it. Now I want my license. How can I get a course?" "Well, snuba is a good start." He said with a smile. "At least you have some idea what scuba is about so you don't freak out underwater. Any dive shop around here can get you hooked up with a class." "How long have you been diving?" "Since I turned sixteen, my dad's a diver and he took me along. I just got hooked." "Yes, it only took one breath underwater and I was ready for my course." I told him. "The water around here is so clear and easy to dive in, a lot different from back home." He said. "Where is that?" Candy asked, trying to get back into the conversation. "Toronto, Canada." He smiled, "worst diving in the world, but best place to learn." "What do you mean?" I asked confused. "The water is cold, and visibility is no where near as nice as here." Brad explained. "But if you learn to dive under such bad conditions, everything else is a step up." He laughed. "I have been on dive trips in the Caribbean and watched other divers complain that visibility is only twenty feet. At home we would kill for twenty feet." After his swim, he thanked us politely for dinner and the swim and left. He offered to clean up, but Candy and I shooed him out the door. We stacked the dishwasher and locked up and went to bed. Candy said that she would try to stay in her own room, but not to count on it. I went to my room, changed into my pyjamas and climbed into bed. I never even noticed that I had missed Trent's calls that day.

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Title: Matt & Heather Ch. 01 Tags: high hopes, leg looked, lifted arse, lifted arm, simple white, flipped open, watch film, dating service, eyes shining, lost thoughts It was the sort of thing that begins with high hopes. It feels like a fantasy fuel adventure. I'd signed up for a new service on my mobile phone, a dating service using the latest technology. It was exciting but as the months passed without any interest, my excitement faded into mute acceptance that I wasn't going to get lucky. What was supposed to happen was this: You type your vital statistics into a web site, and list the characteristics of the person you want to meet. It was pretty comprehensive and definitely tailored towards the 'adult' end of the market, which of course was exactly what I wanted. It also required a photo. Your details are entered into a database and matched with people who you're likely to be compatible with you. The clever bit came next, you tell it the details of your mobile phone and using the signal from it, it keeps track of you and any potential matches. When you get within a certain user specified distance of a match you get an alert message and the details and photo of that person, who, at the same time gets your details. If both people tell their phones that they want to meet the other person then phone numbers get automatically swapped and you're free to get in contact. It's then up to both of you to decide whether or not to meet. I signed up for the service 6 months ago, and up until last week I'd not received a single alert. As I said, I started off with high hopes, I'd originally set the distance to 100 meters, confident of finding someone. Three months ago, I'd pushed it up to two kilometers, the maximum distance allowed. Even then, for three barren months my phone remained steadfastly silent, I considered changing my profile in order to attract more people but ultimately that was pointless, the whole idea was to meet a specific someone, not just the same old anybody's you can meet in any old bar. Don't get me wrong, I've had sex in the last six months, some of it even good, but none of those women wanted the same as me, most I didn't even bother asking, they were vanilla when all I wanted was a little bit of rum n raisin. One of them tried for me, she wanted to please me. Her name was Becky, a lovely girl halfway through university. I still use images of her in my head when I masturbate. Her delicious peachy bottom raised in the air, as she waited expectantly and nervously for me to do my thing. She hadn't enjoyed it, and therefore neither had I. Well, at least tried she tried. I still have a soft spot for her, she has a new fella now, and I'm genuinely pleased for her. And then a week ago, it happened. I was in a pub with a couple of friends. It was the first time in ages I'd been out with them, they're older than me and have wives, girlfriends and children getting in the way of quality drinking time. They both have to consult their diaries and partners whenever they want to go out. A typical conversation would go like this: *"I can do Wednesday next week but that's it." "Nah, sorry, Camilla's got her gym class on Wednesday nights, how about the week after?"* It doesn't help that I'm younger than them. They've done the partying, the drinking, the girls, whereas I feel like I'm just beginning. I wasted my late teens and early twenties and so now I want to catch up, but they're ready to put on their slippers. I was on my second pint, settling into the comfortable seats of the cubicle. We were in a quiet corner of the pub, I was a little annoyed we couldn't sit somewhere with a view of the bar but I'd already accepted I wasn't on the pull that particular night. My phone vibrated within my pocket, it felt like I'd received a text message. I ignored it for a few moments, not really caring. I doubted it would be anything interesting, in fact it was probably a spam text, and I'd been getting a lot of those recently. During a lull in our typically mature conversation about the particular merits of older actresses that used to be and may or may not still be gorgeous (Goldie Hawn anyone?) I retrieved my phone from my trouser pocket, flipped it open and retrieved my message. I felt a hot flush of excitement colour my cheeks, I tried to remain calm as neither of my friends knew about the phone-dating thing and I wanted to keep it that way. Beneath the table my cock began to swell. Could this be it? "Anything exciting?" asked Toby, he's a colleague from work, I've known him for eight years and to my surprise, I was best man at his wedding, mainly due to him having no one else to choose from. "Nah, fucking Modaphone telling me about their latest offer, you'd think they'd be happy that I'm a customer already, but no they want to squeeze every single fucking penny they can from me." It was an easy lie to tell, my hatred of the phone company was well known. I returned the phone to my pocket and waited, willing my cock to relax, as I couldn't stand up as I was. It took a while, images of Becky's buttocks swimming unwanted in my mind. Eventually, my excitement subsided, well at least the physical signs did, inside I was wound up tight with nervous tension. I made my excuses. "Sorry lads I think that curry's getting to me," I said and disappeared to the toilets, locking myself inside a cubicle. I flipped open the phone and read the message again. *MOBILE DATE MATCH FOUND WITHIN 2K RADIUS. VIEW DETAILS YES/NO* Excitedly I pressed *YES* and her details came up on screen, together with a typically unclear phone picture. I could see she was a red head, slim and pale skinned. She wore a light blue slightly cropped top and it looked like she had a lovely smile. "She'll do." I murmured to myself, my erection returning. She would definitely do. Her name was Heather, she was 24. She'd not listed many mundane details about her star sign, job, hobbies etc. It seemed to me that like me, she'd concentrated on the interesting stuff. I scrolled down through the list of options, reading her answers, she seemed like a perfect match, she was open, answering even the most personal questions, and her answers excited me. It seemed that she was like me, eager to try new things but with little actual experience, she was curious and keen. After scrolling down the bottom of the page I found another option. *DO YOU WISH TO SEND AND RECEIVE CONTACT DETAILS? YES/NO?* I suddenly realised that she would be facing the same question, doubt entered me like a virus, multiplying with horrifying speed. Of course she wouldn't want to meet me, in fact she was probably showing my picture around to her friends right now and laughing at me. What if one of them knew me already, my shame would be total. Nevertheless, I of course, pressed *YES*. Another prompt immediately came up on the screen. *DO YOU WISH TO SEND FLIRT MESSAGE WITH CONTACT DETAILS? YES/NO?* Again I pressed *YES* and then regretted it, I had to think of something quick, and the success of this whole thing could depend on it. Talk about pressure. I wracked my brains and then came up with something, it wasn't great and given time I would hope I could come up with something better but quick thinking has never been my forte. *HI HEATHER, WHAT A NICE SURPRISE TO SEE YOU POP UP ON MY PHONE, HOPE WE CAN MEET SOON, MATT.* I pressed send and waited. Five minutes later, no reply had come and I really needed to get back to my friends. I got very drunk that night, needing the alcohol to hide my nerves and increasing depression from my two friends. I don't remember the walk back home, I know I purchased a kebab from a van on the way as I found its half-eaten corpse lying in my kitchen the next morning. I also remember lying awake at two am and hearing my mobile bleeping as a message was received. I reached blindly over, fumbling in the dark and retrieved it. *CONTACT DETAILS RECEIVED FROM HEATHER.* Below that, wonderfully was her number and below her number was her message to me, it made me smile. *HELLO MATT, GOD I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY OTHER THAN LET'S MEET UP SOMETIME, GIVE ME A CALL, HEATHER XXX* I was too drunk to even contemplate phoning but I found myself with a massive erection and couldn't help but manually ease the tension there as I thought of a red haired girl, writhing on the end of my cock, begging me to do her harder, harder, harder. A week later, I was getting ready to meet Heather, we'd arranged to meet in a pub in town and then watch a film. It all seemed so innocent considering the context of why we were meeting. It almost felt like we should've started straightaway with the your place or mine question but of course, half the fun, is in the chase, the unknown, the seduction. Besides, just because we were meeting because of our sexual interests didn't mean we were going to hit it off, we might've hated each other in the flesh. Having spoken on the phone however I doubted we would, she seemed nice, softly spoken almost shy. Just hearing her voice gave me a hard on. We didn't discuss anything remotely sexual but the conversation was charged with it regardless, it couldn't fail to be. We knew why we were talking. I got dressed in my favourite jeans and shirt combo. The jeans were faded, old looking but stylish and my shirt was short sleeved and white, made from linen. I always felt confident with this combination, I felt good and for me at least that's always half the battle. It was 7:45 when I walked into the bar, Heather was due to meet me at 8:00. The place was relatively quiet, I'd not been in there much as it had only fairly recently opened. It was all modern, shiny chrome and zinc bar tops and orange, almost terracotta painted walls with bright splashes of blue. At that time of night it tended to play funky, chilled out music, a Zero 7 track was playing. The staff all wore identical tight black T-shirts and seemed to have been chosen for their looks rather than intellect, still that's not a bad selection criteria I thought as I ordered my drink from a very attractive, blond haired barmaid. I settled in at the bar and surveyed the scene, checking to make sure she wasn't already here. Looking around it seemed to be mostly the after work crowd in, there was an abundance of suits from the nearby office blocks, having a social one or two before heading home. I looked at my watch again, time was going slowly, unlike my drink. I always drink quickly when I'm nervous and I certainly was then. I told myself to chill out a bit, it was just a normal date, except, of course it wasn't. Heather already knew things about me that I'd not even told some long-term girlfriends and she'd got all the info from simple multiple-choice questions. Heather walked into the bar and my heart raced. I saw her before she saw me. She looked around the bar nervously, trying to find me amongst the small crowd. I resisted, just, the temptation to get her attention by waving. So instead, I just watched her scan the faces, seeking me out. Her eyes eventually found mine and a timid smile formed on her lips. She avoided further eye contact as she approached, seemingly even more nervous than me. First impressions as she came closer were good, she was prettier than her poor quality phone picture showed, girl-next-door rather type rather than supermodel type. She is however, all the lovelier for that. She wore oval, thin framed glasses, which was a surprise but not a bad one. Some women really look sexy in glasses and Heather was no exception. Her red hair flowed down to her shoulders in lazy curls. She was quite short and slim, wearing a pair of beige drawstring trousers and a simple white blouse that revealed just a little of her small cleavage. I couldn't help but smile inside, she really was lovely. "Hi," she held out her hand and smiled. "You must be Matt." I shook her hand, returning her smile. "Yes, and I'm hoping you're Heather right?" "That's me." There was the merest hint of an awkward pause, we both stood their waiting and for that split second, it all felt like it was going to go horribly wrong. And then, sense prevailed and I asked her if she'd like a drink. "Yes please, gin and tonic would be good." I ordered two drinks while she stood next to me. "Thank you, you'll have to excuse me," she said as I handed her drink, "I've not done anything like this before so I'm a little nervous." "You don't look it," I lied, I'd wanted to add *You look lovely*, but it seemed too soon. I've never been good at giving or receiving compliments. We carried on with small talk, from stuttering beginnings it began to flow pretty easily, all the usual boring subjects, of course. I discovered she had been a librarian for three years but that she was bored with it and wanted a change. The only thing is, she didn't know what else she wanted to do. "How about a nurse?" I suggested. "No thanks," she replied. "You end up clearing up old men's piss and sick all day." I laughed. "True but at least you get a sexy uniform." "So, now I see your real motive. You just wanted to get me in uniform." "Now there's a pleasant thought..." I pretended to daydream, tilting my head up to the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. "Hey!" she cuffed me playfully on the shoulder. I was really starting to warm to her. A drink or so later we got onto the subject of ex-partners. I told her I'd been single for a while, she told me about her last boyfriend, nice guy apparently. She'd been with him for two years but in the end, she just got bored with him, especially when he started dropping hints about marriage. That was only a couple of months before we met and she'd not seen anyone in the meantime. It seemed she'd been plucking up the courage to join the phone dating service even before the split. "So what sports you into?" she asked, leaning closer across the small table we had moved to, her cleavage tempting my eyes downwards but I was a good boy honest, well almost, I did sneak a little peak. The sight of a line of lacy bra cupping the pale swelling of her breast was my welcome reward. "I don't really play much, I like to watch Formula One, can't stand footy." "You ever done any extreme sports?" "Yeah, I've done a bungee jump." Her eyes lit up. "Cool, did you enjoy it?" "It was wicked, how about you, have you done one then?" "Yeah, I've done a few, I love them, it's that moment just after you jump, when you're hanging in mid air waiting for gravity to take hold and your mind just goes blank and time just stretches out. It's fucking wicked." I could see by the way her eyes were shining that this was a particular passion for her, it seemed this librarian was secretly an adrenaline junky. "Have you done any other extreme things?" She smiled. "Yeah, a few things, I'll try anything once, as long as it gives me that rush you know, that buzz." She seemed to get lost in her own thoughts for a second. I looked at my watch, we were nearly late for the film. "We'd better get going." I said. "We don't want to be late." "Good point," she said, rising from the table with me. "And I've got to get my popcorn." The cinema was almost empty, with no more than about ten people in to watch the film. It was a summer blockbuster but it was nearing the end of its run, in a couple of days this screen would be showing something else and the crowds would be back. When the lights went down, it was easy to imagine we were completely alone in the dark. Sitting side by side in silence, I was utterly aware of her presence beside me on my right. The film began but it was hard to concentrate. Her elbow was on the armrest between us, her left leg almost touching my right. I thought of previous dates in cinemas, they were split 50/50 between the ones that ended up with excited fumbling in the dark and the ones spent in stony silence. If and when, to make a move have always been the questions, I knew my answer to the first. I was definitely going to try, the only question was when, and of course, how! All my questions and prayers were answered however when Heather lifted up the arm rest between us and shifted across. I lifted up my arm and put it over her shoulder as she snuggled into my side, her cheek resting on my shoulder, a hand light on my thigh. We stayed like that for a few minutes, it was nice. I was acutely aware of my cock beginning to grow inside my trousers, her hand resting not far from where it was pushing between my jeans and my leg. I looked down at her, the film reflected in her glasses and behind them her eyes sparkled in the dark. She looked up and without realising it, we slid forwards into a kiss in the magical way that only first kisses seem to posses. Softly we teased each other with our mouths, taking it very slowly, lips brushing, a flick of a tongue then a retreat. It was always swiftly followed by another advance, one step back, two steps forward. Her lips were wonderfully soft, the softest I'd ever experienced. I put my hand high on her thigh, giving her a gentle squeeze. Things moved quickly from there. Heather's hand found the increased swelling of my cock, and sliding her fingers firmly over the denim-clad shaft, she explored its length. Closing her legs around my hand, she pulled away from me a little, her eyes shining wide with excitement and then brought her lips to my ear. "I don't want to fuck you, not tonight, but..." She pushed her tongue inside my ear, swirling it briefly around and giving my cock a firmer squeeze. Her legs opened wider again and I took this as a clear hint, bringing my hand up to the apex of her thighs. "Finger me." She whispered, as if I might have any other plans. I pulled her head around, bring her mouth to mine, kissing her fiercely but briefly. "Only if you suck my cock afterwards." Her tongue pushed deep inside my mouth, I tried to bite it but she withdrew it in an instant. "Only if you're good." I kissed her deeply again, beginning to move my hand rhythmically up and down against her pussy. "Pull your trousers down," I hissed. She fumbled with the drawstring of her beige cotton trousers and then, arching her back, lifted her arse off the seat as she slipped her fingers under the waist and pushed her trousers and her white cotton knickers down to just below her knees in one motion. "Take them off, completely off." I watched her as she bent forward, soon there was a pair of simple white sandals, her knickers and her trousers on the floor amongst the discarded and sticky popcorn kernels. She sat back in her seat and we kissed again, my hand resting on her now bare thigh, her skin bright white in the gloom of the cinema. As we kissed I eased her legs up, encouraging her around until she sat or rather lay sideways across the seat, her legs over mine and resting her back on the next armrest. I broke off the kiss as it was too awkward at the point to continue. It meant that I could look at her properly as I slid my hand up her thigh, towards the neat gash of dark pink flesh between her legs. She was furry there, trimmed neatly but unshaven. Although my preference is for short or shaved pubes, It was a pleasant change and since the first time I'd seen her picture I'd been looking forward to seeing their colour, the thought of red pubes turning me on a great deal. Unfortunately it was hard to see their exact colour, but they looked very dark next to her pale skin. I trailed my fingers up over the length of her pussy, ending up in the triangular tangle of crinkly pubes. I enjoyed letting my fingers play there for a while, twisting them into rough strands, tugging at them, combing them with my fingers. I brought my other hand into play as well, trailing it up her leg. I looked at her as she watched me, luxuriating in my attention. I noticed how small her waist was, how it flared delightfully into her hips, I wondered what lay under her blouse. I leaned forward as my second hand reached her cunt, fingers flat against her soft lips. "Show me your tits." I whispered. "No, just one." She smiled. My finger slipped ever so slightly between slippery lips. "Both." "No." She said, shaking her head but then as my finger slid inside, a little smile spread across her face and she closed her eyes, nodding and unbuttoning her blouse as she did. I looked around, remembering the public nature of where we were. There was no one behind us and the people in front all seemed to be thoroughly engrossed in the film. I returned my attention back to Heather. Her blouse was undone and parted, revealing her sexy little white bra. My finger moved inside her liquid center, exploring her cunt walls and pushing deep inside, my knuckles pressed against her lips. My other hand, the one that had played in her curls, now had its palm pressed against her mound, fingers hanging down to play amongst her folds and her most sensitive little bud. I drew my finger from her and used it to moisten her clit, allowing my other index finger to circle the sensitive flesh, bringing forth the sweetest possible music to my ears, Heather's first little gasps of pleasure. I couldn't resist tasting her, wrapping my tongue around my wet finger, drawing the sweet taste inside me. I stuck another finger inside my mouth, soaking it in saliva, spitting on it as it left my mouth, a gossamer thread of spit remaining connected, stretching and finally breaking as I lowered my dripping fingers down again to her clit, spreading the slick liquid all around. Moments later, she had two hands touching up her pussy once more. One of them sliding two fingers deeper and deeper within her, while the other rubbed her now very slippery outer flesh. I looked up at her to see her lift up her bra, revealing her two pretty little breasts. They looked perky and firm with tiny little rice grain nipples. She rubbed them, squeezed them together and closed her eyes. A look of indulgence on her face. Whether it was for my benefit or hers I didn't know and didn't care, I was enjoying the show and she was clearly enjoying what was happening to her pussy. Her pelvis had begun to move up and down, writhing against the motion of my hands. She kept pretty quiet except for occasional little gasps, but they began to come more frequently, especially as I began to push more forcefully within her, building up my thrusts and curving my fingers upwards to her most sensitive spots. My other fingers danced lightly over and around her clit, teasing and stroking it, they also slowly became more forceful. I explored her state of readiness, not wanting to go too hard too soon but wanting to fuck her. I heard her begging for more. She moved her whole body now, her legs opened and closed around my hands and she pressed her bare feet down on the seat, lifting her pelvis up, and easing my access. "Yes." She gasped. On screen, a car chase had just started, there were explosions and crashes galore. The cinema was a noisy place right now, no one would hear her cries. Steadily I began to fuck her harder, increasing the pace and strength of the fingers inside her, judging her reaction. She responded immediately and enthusiastically "Hmm yeah," she moaned, her cunt pulsing around my fingers. "Harder." My knuckles pounded her flesh as I finger-fucked her as hard as my tiring hand would allow. She brought a hand between her legs, joining mine there and pulling in my hand harder, she wanted more than I could give but not for long. She was close and getting closer all the time, her orgasm building up, readying to come crashing down. Her breasts were flushed with red both from the earlier rough attentions of her hands, and now from the growing heat inside her body. One hand still moved there but not for much longer, she moved it up to my shoulder, gripping tighter, digging in her nails as her mouth locked open and her whole body began to stiffen, her movements jerky and erratic. "Fuck! Ah, ah, ahhh." she gasped, short little pants of pleasure as it burst within her, her muscles rocking hard and squeezing around my fingers. Slowly her jerky motions subsided and she sank down, relaxing into the seats, one hand clutching at her breast, catching her breath. I stroked her legs tenderly as she recovered, feeling the warm satisfying glow of a job well done and knowing that my reward was coming soon. I couldn't help but think about those lovely soft lips around my cock. As I pretended to be interested in the film she got dressed in silence, before sidling up next to me again, wasting no time. "Thank you, I guess it's your turn now." She pecked my cheek, her hand wandered to my thigh and we were soon in a deep kiss, her palm pressing hard, rubbing me through my jeans. I relaxed back in my seat and pulled at my belt, she undid my button fly with one tug, the buttons undoing with a pop, pop, pop, pop. The, I did what she had done. I lifted my arse off the seat to allow my trousers to be pushed down. They ended up just above my knees, as did my Calvins. My cock was more than ready, it stood tall and proud, its head glistened with pre-come and I dreaded to think what state my boxers must've been in. "Hmm, big boy." She whispered as she kissed my mouth, running her fingers tentatively, teasingly up and down the shaft. It twitched at her caress. She turned her head to look and dropped it lower, down to meet the uprising solid flesh, enveloping me within the hot, wet confines of her mouth. She was good, she knew what to do and she did it enthusiastically. One hand curled down to cup my balls, which always sets me off, while the other moved in conjunction with her mouth, up and down the shaft, spreading the wetness supplied by her mouth that mixed with that oozing from my cock eye. She used her tongue hard on the sensitive head, causing me to moan. I moaned louder when her teeth grazed my shaft, nibbling at it, giving intense points of pleasure and more than a little added thrill. "Ahhh, bite me." I moaned and she did a delicious nip on my meaty shaft, tipping me towards orgasm. I slipped both hands within her luxurious red curls, gripping her head tightly as I found myself quickly approaching the edge of no return. I controlled her motions, pulling her back as it got too much, and when it had subsided a little encouraging her on when I wanted and could take more. "I'm going to come in your mouth." I hissed, letting her know she had no option as I moved her head faster. "...in my dirty mouth." Was all I heard as she attempted to speak, but she was hampered by her unwillingness to release my cock. I pushed my pelvis up to meet her downward strokes, her hand moving swiftly, squeezing me hard as she wrapped her lips around my head, lapping at it quickly and hard. It was good but when she began to tickle my perineum with her spare hand, it suddenly became amazing. "Yes!" I gasped, lifting my arse up and spreading my legs as far as my jeans allowed, easing access and encouraging the tickling finger that was sending delightful shivers all though me. "Yes...oh" I began to come, it grew from deep inside, a hot wave of pleasure bursting from my cock, into my body and into her mouth. I jerked, riding the waves as she continued to pump me, drawing every last drop of pleasure from me, eventually stopping but she remained with her mouth on me until I began to grow soft. Finally, she surfaced and rose to meet my mouth, I eagerly tasted myself on her tongue as I kissed her hard, showing my appreciation. "That was great." I whispered in her ear "Thank you." She snuggled up to me, resting her head on my chest "I enjoyed it, I've enjoyed everything tonight Matt." "Maybe we should do this again sometime." "Yeah, I'd like that a lot." She gave my now small penis a squeeze and tugged up my boxers to cover it, in an almost maternal gesture. Finally I pulled up my trousers and we watched the rest of the film in silence, occasionally tilting our heads together for a soft kiss. \*\*\*\*\* I led her by the hand into the coolness of the night air and we embraced as other couples walked past us into the town. We kissed again as I held her by the waist and then she spoke as I looked into her beautiful large green eyes. "What are you doing on Wednesday?" "I don't know, nothing as far as I know." She gave me a quick little kiss. "Well I finish work at five, I was thinking maybe we could meet up again," she looked at me with lascivious eyes and a bad girl smile. "And then maybe you could fuck me really hard." I curled a hand around one of her buttocks, giving a soft squeeze. "Only maybe?" We kissed hard and I found myself growing hard once more. "If you're lucky," she said turning away, eyes sparkling. "Goodnight Matt." "Goodnight." I called after her retreating figure. "Take care." I added as an afterthought. I watched her until she was out of sight, I had a smile on my face, and a date for Wednesday.

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Title: Freebies Vol. 61: Scouting Success Stories by danath Tags: Female, Lesbian, Oral, Transformation, Vibrator, Werewolf, Wrestling, werebear Characters (C) RayO "Your three o'clock is here, Ms. Romani." Lupambula Romani looked up from her computer screen and tapped the respond button on the intercom. "Thank you. Send her in." Lupambula scouted talent for Jovijunia's popular wrestling show. The secret city in the heart of the Swiss national forest housed tens of thousands of therians, so entertainment was always welcome. Lupambula's appearance was human, for the moment, but she closed her eyes and focused, intending to change that. In a few short moments, long gray fur appeared across her body. The loose summer dress clung more tightly to her slightly larger frame as a large gray muzzle appeared. A long tail pushed between the slats in the back of her chair as she assumed her therian figure. Lupambula was nearly finished as the door to her office opened. She stood and smiled, knowing full well the effect rows of shap white teeth had on many potential wrestlers. She liked to scare the weak ones out right away. The small woman who stepped inside the office didn't appear scared of Lupambula's threatening smile. She looked around casually, taking in the hardwood floor, the large oak desk, the bright windows and rows of televisions, magazines, and books on the walls. Lupambula sized her up: just over five feet tall, no more than 110 pounds. Skinny, frail even, but with a confident swagger. "I'm Lupambula Romani," the wolfess said, extending her paw over the desk. The small therian stepped forward and shook, then sat at the chair in front of the desk. After Lupambula took her chair, she continued. "Nice to meet you, Miss...?" "Evodonta. I'm here to wrestle." "Of course you are," Lupambula said, leaning forward. She flashed her canines again, wondering whether the human would flinch. She did not. "Have you tried out before?" "First time." "And you know what a try-out for this company entails?" Evodonta's red lips turned slightly upwards. "Of course." Lupambula knew better than to underestimate an opponent. Evodonta had to have a trick. Judo, maybe, or some other martial art? The large wolf stood. "I can tell you'd like to get down to business and skip the pleasantries," she said. Evodonta's red lips smiled a bit more. "So let me put it this way: if you can't beat me, you can't get in. Sound like a good first step?" Evodonta was practically beaming now. The small human stood and nodded, eyes flickering across Lupambula's sturdy, powerful frame. The scout was a former wrestler herself, though she hadn't proven popular enough for the crowds and took the scouting job after losing her spot. She found she enjoyed her current work almost as much. The wolf stepped out from behind the desk and took a small black ceramic piece off the desk, placing it on a shelf behind her. "Just in case," she said to Evodonta, who nodded. "To be honest, you're either incredibly stupid to think you can take me, or you're incredibly good. I hope it's the latter, but odds are against you." "I understand," Evodonta said, standing. "But I think I'll be making you very happy." The human stood and stretched her arms over her head. A deep, bassy rumble rolled from her red lips, a noise that seemed strange coming from such a small person. Evodonta's fingers curled as her shoulders popped. Her transformation went quickly, much as Lupambula's had. Therians had some control over the speed they could shift forms; sometimes there were reasons to go slow, but for now, Evodonta didn't seem to be taking her time. Rough brown fur grew in along her shoulders and neck, moving quickly to cover her face. Lupambula stared, eyes wide, as the petite human quickly gained not just inches of height, as the wolf had, but feet. Evodonta's painted lips remained in a wide grin as her muzzle lengthened. Her lips plumped up further and her clothes grew tight. The shirt strained to contain her heavy chest, now several cup sizes larger. The sleeves ripped as the therian's biceps formed huge balls of muscle. A grunt and heavy breathing echoed in the office. The were-grizzly's huge paws lowered, tugging her shorts down her massive thighs just a touch. The t-shirt failed to cover the bear's belly, showing off the muscle-laden slabs under the pelt. Her legs were thick and her feet overwhelmed the flip flops Evodonta had worn. Lupambula's jaw shut and she grinned, but neither spoke as they circled each other. The huge bear had almost a foot and a half on the wolf, who clocked in at 6 and a half. "Keep in mind, this is not the show wrestling," Lupambula said, eyes locked on the big bear. "You can't do fake wrestling if you can't do real wrestling." Evodonta's nostrils flared. The huge grizzly's grin took up much of her face as she hunched over slightly, back leg tensing. Lupambula saw the twitch, but the grizzly's speed still took her by surprise. They locked arms in the middle of the office, each letting out a grunt as they held the other's shoulders. The big bear's hot breath washed over Lupambula's face; the wolf, for her part, was shocked at the hardness of the bear's muscles. This therian really must work out, she thought. Lupambula felt Evodonta's arms ripple as power transferred to the bear's core. The wolf fell forward, off balance, and found herself flipping through the air. She just managed to land on her feet and pushed herself backwards, knocking into Evodonta's chest. Huge arms swung around, trying to lock her in for a literal bear hug, but the wolfess managed to slip free and swing around, getting an arm over Evodonta's huge neck. She wasn't even able to reach all the way around the massive bear's shoulders with both arms. A single paw reached back and grasped Lupambula's shoulder. The grizzly twisted her torso forward and pulled, rolling the wolf off her backside. Lupambula landed on her back and tried to get back to her feet, but a huge weight descended on her hips. Powerful paws grasped her shoulders, pinning her to the floor. The grizzly grinned down at her, a wild light in her eyes. "I tried to let you feel like you were doing well," she said. Lupambula's heart raced. The grizzly hadn't even been trying? Oh, she was so hired... Evodonta's nostrils flared again. Her red lips resumed the familiar smile as she leaned over, hips still holding the wolf down. "But that is not all there is to the fight, is there?" she asked. Lupambula's eyes closed. "Of course not," she gasped. The grizzly's jaws nibbled down her neck and across her shoulder. A huge paw moved from her shoulder to her breast, groping it through the dress. The wolf grinned. It was almost too easy. With the bear distracted, she pumped her hips into the air and pushed with all her might, off-balancing the grizzly, who feel to the side with a grunt. Lupambula was on her feet in an instant. Her paw reached up and grasped her dress just below her breasts and pulled, snapping it right off her body, leaving her in just a pair of tight black panties and bra. Evodonta sat up and rubbed at her head, which had knocked against the floor as she tumbled over. Her growl of lust grew in pitch as she looked over the wolf's muscular figure. Lupambula wasn't nearly as fit as the bear, of course, but not many were. "I see..." The bear got onto her hind legs, hunched over, with her huge paws on the floor. Lupambula raised a paw. "Just try not to scratch the hardwood." The grizzly growled and launched forward, using her arms and legs to propel herself in a gallop at the wolf. Lupambula tried to sidestep at the last moment, but the bear's paw shot out and snagged her elbow. Lupambula was flipped around in a circle, ending up crashing her backside into the bear's chest. Paws reached for her breasts, pulling her bra off with a snap. Lustful growls echoed in Lupambula's ears as the bear leaned over, muzzle teasing at her ears. The wolf moaned and tried to squirm away, but the grizzly wasn't falling for the same trick twice. "I could smell your heat the moment I walked in," Evodonta growled. Her tongue splayed over the inside of Lupambula's ear and the wolf gasped. "Why do you think... I only have tryouts... every so often?" Lupambula said between gasps. One of the bear's paws flattened against the wolf's belly and moved down, pushing under her panties. Lupambula groaned, legs spreading, as the bear's fingers explored her nether regions. She grasped both paws at Evodonta's arm around her chest, hips lurching against the exploring fingers. When Evodonta tried to turn Lupambula around, the wolf pulled back, arching far enough to do a backwards cartwheel right out of the bear's grip. She landed on her feet and turned around, assuming a fighting stance. Most of her panties remained in Evodonta's fingers. The wolf's heart continued beating hard in her chest, both from the physical exertion and the sexual stimulation. She wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to keep this up. The bear was incredible. Huge muscles, hard belly, and big, too... Lupambula wanted it bad, and her heat was beginning to interfere with her ability to fight. Normally that wasn't so much of a problem, but with this massive creature... The wolf darted left, then faked right and kept going, throwing off Evodonta. The bear kicked out against the wall, though, running off it and doing a passable backflip. She landed heavily, making the shelves dance and sending a thudding boom down into the foundations. Her paw snapped out and found the nape of Lupambula's neck. The wolf yipped involuntarily as she found herself lifted into the air and spun around. Evodonta's massive thighs closed around both sides of her head, blocking off the light and filling her muzzle with musk. For a second, Lupambula thought Evodonta was going to actually finish the suplex and drop her on her head. The bear, however, had other plans, and simply dropped to her knees and leaned over. There was no escaping this - the grizzly finally had her pinned. Lupambula's eyes widened as she felt her legs spread wide. Evodonta's hips shifted down, moving her shorts closer to her muzzle. She managed to get her paws up, but there was no way to pull the shorts down with the bear's legs spread around her face. Evodonta let out an impatient growl and reached back, tearing the shorts off, revealing her warm and wet feminine sex. It dropped down, straight over Lupambula's nose. The wolf gasped as she felt a tongue slide over her own exposed pussy, already dripping. Lupambula's decision to hire the grizzly was only reinforced by what followed. Evodonta was as skilled with her tongue as she was with her wrestling. Lupambula couldn't believe how easily the grizzly was able to trigger orgasm after orgasm with her long, thick tongue. The wolf's tongue worked busily, pushing between the grizzly's lips, across the clit, working the bear into a state of pure lust. The wolf felt the bear's thighs squeeze tight around her head as the grizzly's whole body trembled. The tongue pulled free from Lupambula's body as the ursine tipped her head back and roared with pleasure. Lupambula wiped her muzzle and dove back in when Evodonta's legs relaxed enough to let her move. Her nose could detect nothing but the grizzly's powerful musk. Her hips shuddered, squirming, as the bear's powerful tongue returned, teasing up and down her inner thighs. Claws teased her calves as the grizzly's hips pushed down insistently. The wolf's body shook with orgasm after orgasm, every few minutes. It was a nice side effect of the heat. Evodonta experienced her own, not as frequently, but enough to make her head swim. The grizzly abruptly pulled back and turned around, on all fours above the panting, moaning wolf. The grizzly grinned down at her. "Where are they?" she asked. Lupambula gasped out a reply as the bear's claws pinched at her nipples. "Left side... bottom drawer." Evodonta glanced over at the desk. It was facing the other way, and she didn't want to move her messy hips from the wolf's - it felt too good. Instead, the massive bear reached over, grabbed the leg, and dragged the large wooden desk around. She opened the drawer and reached in. Her paw came out holding a large vibrator - the black plastic sizzled as the bear turned it on. "Let me know when I pass the interview," Evodonta said, grinning again as she leaned forward, pinning Lupambula to the floor. The vibrator dove between the wolf's legs, making her cry out for a moment, until Evodonta's full lips pressed against hers. The wolf closed her eyes, hips lurching upwards as the vibrator slipped deeper, in and out rough and fast, spurring more sensational climaxes along her spine. The wolf felt the bear's tongue press into her muzzle and moaned into it, unable to move as the muscular ursine squeezed in close. "Where's the ref to count you at?" Evodonta said, pulling back for a moment. "Distracted? I'll obviously cheat so the crowd can see it!" "Cheat? H... ooowwww!" The ursine laughed as she produced a second vibrator that she'd palmed from inside the drawer. Evodonta was impressed - by the feel of things, there were more than half a dozen in there. Lupambula was a very horny girl. The second vibrator, with appropriate lubrication, nuzzled up beneath Lupambula's tail. The grizzly's powerful muscles flexed, heavy breasts squeezing in close, as the wolf squirmed with pleasure. Lupambula's arms wrapped around the bear's neck, hugging herself tight as she got a vibrator in each hole, sending additional shocks of pleasure through her system. The grizzly's tongue returned to fill her muzzle as they pressed together tightly, with Evodonta straddling one leg, huge paw easily managing both vibrators; her other paw, groping at the wolf's breasts, flicking her nipples, and teasing her until she broke the kiss and howled with pleasure. "You're hired!" Evodonta grinned and relented somewhat, taking it a tad easier with the moaning, panting wolf. The grizzly growled, watching the attractive female's body shift and flex. If the rest of the competition was anything like the scout, Evodonta knew she'd be very happy with her new job. Lupambula, for her part, couldn't stop squeezing at the grizzly's body, unbelieving at how firm and hard she felt. The muscles kept the wolf hot and bothered, even after so many orgasms. Her hips were a mess, the insides of her thighs coated with fluids, but the heat drove her on as she went back for another kiss. The perks of this job were ridiculous, she thought.

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Title: House Guest - Stranger Danger by Otter Miqmah Tags: Autofellatio, Cock, Coming Out, Crossdressing, Cum, Ejaculation, Femboi, Fox, Gay, Labrador, M/M, M/solo, Pawing, Spooge, Teenager, Voyeurism, fem Hello all! This is actually a story series I uploaded a while ago, but I never finished. I've had pretty much constant requests for me to finish it, and I promised that I was read them over and see if inspiration hit me. But, as I read, the many, many errors and rather bland writing stuck out to me and I was filled with SHAME!!! (I usually try to avoid re-reading my stories, because the same thing always happened) But, as I was reading, I was reminded of why it was a popular series, so I decided to do a semi-kind favor and revamp the story and polish it up a bit more with some of the better writing skills I have gotten since I first wrote it. It might also get me to write a 4th chapter, but I make no promises. So, here you are, the new and improve House Guest. As always, readers should be of age, have an open mind, and eat a diet free of trans fats. This is my story, with my characters, so please do not use them without my permission. Now, start reading and enjoy! **House Guest - Stranger Danger** "By the way," my mom said, wiping away at a dried stain on the kitchen counter, "our new house guest arrives today." "Why do we have to have a house mate?" I said in an irritated tone. "Because it's a nice gesture," she replied, smiling as she looked down on the clean tile. "There are plenty of other nice gestures that don't involve bringing creepy, random strangers to live with us." "Oh Ed, please try to be nice." She squeezed out the sponge in the sink. "Especially with this one.... He's a little odd... and I want you to at least try to make him feel at home." "What do you mean 'odd?" I asked, unsure if I really wanted the answer. "Well... he's a cross dresser." She placed the sponge down on the edge of the sink and turned to see my reaction. "Oh great, a tranny..." I said, crossing my arms and rolling my eyes. "ED!" she raised her voice, making me drop my arms back to my side. "I know it's a little odd, but please, just try. You're 17 and almost an adult now, so you're going to have to learn to accept people in the world for who they are. Who knows, maybe you'll learn something from this," the older female labrador said, walking over to me, giving that look only mothers can give when they want you to behave. "Yeah, how to make my mascara not clump," I said, ignoring the look and walking out of the room. "This isn't a wayward house for freaks, Mom..." I heard her sigh as I passed the corner and walked up the stairs to my room. I closed my door and collapsed down on my bed, reaching over and turning on my music. Why did mom have to bring in these weird people? It's not like the last one worked well; he kept walking in on me in the bathroom "accidentally." I closed my eyes and chuckled as I pictured the ugly drag queen that would be living down the hall. A few hours later, I heard the doorbell ring. I sighed as I turned the music off and slowly made my way down the stairs, dragging my feet and generally being the antithesis of an excited, welcoming host. I could see my mom hugging someone, but I couldn't get a good look at him from the angle... or is it her? My mom backed away and a small fox in a skirt looked up at me. He was short and looked well groomed. He wasn't wearing any makeup, but the frilly blouse made up for it. If he had actually been a girl, he could almost be kind of cute. Almost. He waved. I kept walking until I was standing awkwardly on the first level. "Well hello there, you must be Ed," the fox said, extending a paw. "I'm Terri." I just looked down at his paw as I stood there. He slowly moved his hand back and the smile disappeared from his muzzle. "Ed, be more polite!" my mom said to me. "Oh, it's ok," the fox replied, giggling through the awkwardness. "I know how meeting a stranger can be. But, Ed, I hope we will become close while I'm here." My stoic expression held strong as the fox looked away and started picking up two of his bags. "Well, I'm sure you'd like to get settled in," my mom said. "Ed, why don't you show Terri to hi-uh... her room." I shot my mom a quick glare, which she just rebound with a smile. I reached down and grabbed the other two bags and started up the stairs without a word. The fox followed me up and I stopped in front of the guest room door, dropping the bags in the hallway. Terri looked at me and then into the room. "Can you help me unpack? We can learn a little about each other while we do." I rolled my eyes and picked up the bags again, following the fox into the small room. He placed his bags on the bed and sat down on the white quilt over it. His paw patted the space next to him and he waited for me to sit down. I just gave him a strange, untrusting look "Please?" Terri asked. I sighed, figuring it was a losing battle and sat down next to him. He smoothed out his skirt and smiled at me. "Your mother told me that you don't really like having house guests. I understand that. But I don't want you to not like me, so I want us to get off to a good start." The chipper tone in his voice made me regret sitting down even more. I sat there silently and looked around the room to show my disinterest. "Ok, how about this; let's play a game. You ask me a question, and then I'll ask you one. Ok?" Terri said, receiving no response from me. "I'll start. What do you like to do in your free time?" "Music." "Oh, do you play anything?" "I'm learning guitar." "I tried that once; it didn't work out too well. I just stuck with the kazoo," he said, laughing at his own joke in the quiet room. "Ok, your turn." "Why the skirt?" I asked, looking down at the pink, shiny fabric. "I'll assume you mean, why do I dress like a woman?" "Yeah... I guess," I said, shrugging to hide my curiosity. "Well, I just feel like it. I like the style more, and to me, all that really matters is how the individual feels, not the public." "Oh..." "Do you have any other hobbies?" "Umm... not really. Video games, I guess." "Ahh, well I don't know much about those. The last time I played a video ga..." "So, do you think you're a female?" I accidently interrupted. "Oh, no," the fox said, a little startled by the abrupt question. "I'm a male. I just dress like a female." "Are you gay?" "What? Oh... um, well, I like both males and females, if you need to know." He sounded a little nervous about that last one. "Oh..." I said, quietly thinking it over as I looked down at my knees. "Do you think you might be...?" he said, leaned over to look at my face. "No," I said quickly, pulling my head back up and looking at him. "I'm straight." "Well, that's just fine too." He gave a warm smile. I sat there silently. "You know," Terri said placing a paw on my knee. "I know we just met, but you can trust me if you ever need to tell me something." Our eyes met for a brief second. Their bright, brown color reflected in the light as he smiled again. I stood up quickly, feeling uncomfortable. "I... I need to go do something," I said, quickly leaving the room. "Sorry I couldn't help you unpack." I hurried back to my room and closed the door behind me. My heart was racing and I felt a little funny; something like a churning in my stomach. I laid back down on my bed and stared at my pale ceiling, putting a paw on my belly to help sooth it. I tried to get my mind on something else to make the feeling go away, but nothing helped. I turned on my music loudly and looked out the window at the clouds. I heard a knock on my door and I lifted my head. I sat up and hopped of the bed to open the door and see who it was, but my mom beat me to it. Her head popped in and told me dinner was going to be ready soon. I nodded and she closed the door again. I could hear her telling Terri through the wall, and the feeling in my stomach got worse. I opened the door and walked out. I quickly paced past Terri's room and down the stairs. I sat down at the dinner table and waited. As I balanced my knife on my fork, Terri walked in. "That's a neat trick," he said. I dropped the fork and it hit my plate loudly. He giggled and sat down next to me. "I hope that I didn't make you feel awkward before," he said quietly as he leaned towards me. "Next time just tell me and I'll..." "No, you didn't. I just had to go do something." "Ok," he said, smiling at me again. We sat silently in the room until my mom walked in with a bowl of spaghetti. "Dig in!" she said, placing the bowl in the middle of the table. "Sorry I couldn't make your first meal here a little fancier, Terri. What's your favorite dish? I'll try and make it tomorrow." "Oh, don't worry about it, this is just fine," he said, waving his paw. "I don't want to be a nuisance." I coughed loudly and my mom shot me a dirty look. I shrugged and dumped some spaghetti on my plate. We all ate in mostly silence. My mom opened her mouth to say a few things, but each time, she just ended up bringing her fork to it instead. My leg accidently brushed up against Terri's under the table and we both jumped a little in surprise. I shifted farther away in my chair as the weird feeling in my stomach returned. I slurped the noodles down quicker to try and drown the sensation out. Once I cleaned my plate, I asked if I could go back to my room. My mom looked over at the fox and back at me and said "Sure, it'll give me and Terri some time to talk." I scooted my chair back, stood up and walked out, trying to avoid looking at the fox. When I got to my room, I sat down at my computer. I played with the mouse, escaping into my busy mind, when a passing car caught my eye and I looked out the window. With a sigh, I focused back to the screen and pulled up a search engine. I typed in 'funny feeling in stomach' and hit enter, hoping to find out what was going on. The first few links were all symptoms of weird sicknesses I knew I didn't have. One suggested I was pregnant, and another was about adrenaline rushes. I scrolled down the list of links, getting a little irritated at not finding anything useful. As I hit the bottom, I read the last link description about having a crush. I closed the window, giving up on the search, and went over to sit on my bed trying to figure out what was happening. The weird feeling came back as I laid there. I sat in the silence of my room and nervously played with my thumbs. Maybe I was sick. I tried to think of everything I had eaten in the last 48 hours, but nothing was out of the usual. After a few minutes, I sat up and went back to the computer. I opened the window back up, and typed in "am I gay?" But right as the page started to load, there was a knock on the door. I closed the window and turned around. My mom's head poked in. "Hey honey, can we talk?" she said, smiling and stepping in. "I guess," knowing I didn't have much of a choice anyway. She walked in and closed the door behind her. "Terri told me how you walked out on her when..." "Him; he's a male," I interrupted. "Him, right. Well, he told me how you walked out on him when you were talking. I really wish you would give him a chance. He seems really nice, and he wants to be friends with you." "Well, you can't force friendship," I said, crossing my arms. She sighed. "Well, you can at least try. Just... just try, ok?" She looked at me, with a stressed look and stood back up. As she turned around to leave, I stopped her. "Mom?" She paused as I asked and turned back to me. "My stomach feels kinda weird lately." "Oh? Do you need to see Dr. Iago?" "No. It's not something like that. It's just that it feels funny every once in a while." "Are you nervous about something?" "Not really." "Well... when I was your age the only reasons I got a weird stomach feeling was when I was nervous or in love." She looked at me. "Do you get it when you think of someone?" "Uhmm..." "Ahh. So, who is she?" she said, sitting back down on the bed. "No one, I'm not in love." She looked me over, and slowly stood back up. "Well, when you finally feel like telling me, we'll have her over for dinner." She walked back to the door and disappeared. "We already have..." I said softly to myself. "And it's not a she." I sat there for a long while just letting my mind wander, but it kept going back to one thing: why was this happening? I closed my eyes and rested my head on my arms against the computer desk; the strange feeling still churning inside of me and my mind flooding inside my head. \*\*\* I woke up a while later as my forehead slammed against the side of the table. I rubbed it, hoping a lump wouldn't form as I swore under my breath. I took a look at the clock in the dark room and saw that it was pretty late. I looked out the window to see my reflection and smoothed out my head fur a bit. As I stood up, I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I stumbled to the door, still not fully awake. I walked out into the dark hall and made my way across to the bathroom. But as I passed Terri's room, I noticed there was a line of light streaming from a crack in the door. I heard a weird noise coming from the room and I stopped. I decided to just take a peak and see if the new house guest needed help or something... just to try out this being nice thing. I brought my eye up to the light and blinked as it adjusted. I saw Terri standing in front of the closet in nothing but some underwear and a sports bra. As I wondered why he needed a bra, he turned around to face his bed and I got a good look at him. He had a very feminine figure of curves mixed with lean muscle. His large, fluffy, orange tail hung gently from his back and swayed elegantly as he moved. The sports bra clung tight to his chest and showed off his well toned muscles. My eye moved lower to the pair of bright orange panties he was wearing. As he moved, so did his crotch. It looked rather large as it strained the tight fabric. He began to stretch his arms and yawn, and as he shifted his weight to the balls of his feet, all of his muscles showed under his soft amber and white fur. I looked down at the tent forming in my pants but quickly returned to the show in front of me. Terri relaxed again and sat down on the side of his bed, facing me. He scratched his chest and looked around. His eyes stuck to the door, and I could feel my heart racing. Could he see me? I stood perfectly still and held my breath, getting ready to run if he stood up. But he just looked away. I felt relieved when he turned his head the other way to the window, and then looked down to his lap. A little smile formed on his muzzle as a paw moved over his orange covered groin. The feeling in my stomach hit and all time high as I saw him slowly move his paw against the growing lump. I went to hold my stomach as the fluttering almost became too much to handle. I sat on my knees, peaking through the crack as I watched his black paw gently glide. I could see the fabric stretching more as he rubbed; the outline of his cock becoming a little more defined as it did. His paw moved up and slipped behind the fabric, and I felt my cock pulse. My paw moved down from my stomach and grasped my aching member desperately pushing against the inside of my pants. As I squeezed it, it felt so good. I wanted to moan, but I stopped myself. Terri's paw moved around inside his underwear, going up and down his length as it continued to harden at his touch. He let out a soft sigh and pulled his paw back out. He leaned forward and stood up slightly, giving me a good view of the fabric over his hard cock, which had stretched as far as it would go, becoming see-through around his red tip. He slipped the thin sides of his panties lower down his hips. It glided over his round ass and the front pulled down just enough to show off the very base of his thick cock. My paw began moving up and down through my pants as I watched. It was driving me crazy, and I liked it. He sat back down and his fingers slid under the orange fabric again. It was much looser, and I could see the tip of his cock lifting the fabric up from him as it pulsed. From what I could tell, it was pretty big. His paw reached down further and grabbed his shaft, pulling it up. The still hardening shaft dragged against the fabric as his fist appeared holding the thick member. It sprung free and the orange fabric fell around his balls. He let the oversized cock flop over the side of his thigh as he gently ran a finger along its length. My mind was going crazy and I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly pulled down my pants and let my cock bounce out. I grabbed it and gave it a firm squeeze, fighting with all my might not to moan. I gently moved my fist as I watched on. His cock was nearly completely hard and was just beginning to stand on its own. With a few more strokes, it stood far from his body like an extra limb. I looked down at my smaller cock and sighed from the comparison. His paw wrapped around his base and gave a few squeezes, accompanied with soft, sweet moans that made my stomach flutter again. He slowly pulled his fist up along his cock to his head. He pulled a finger away and looked at the clear string of pre. He brought the paw to his lips and got a taste, sucking it clean before returning to his cock. He slowly moved his paw back down his shaft and then pulled up again. His pace quickened as he pumped at the impressive piece of meat, moaning quietly. He spread his legs and leaned back, holding himself up with his other paw. My own paw was quickly working myself over as I looked on secretively. I watched a bead of pre roll down the side of the fox's shaft and my paw feverishly sped up. I could barely stand how hot he was making me. My eyes became mesmerized by his black paw moving up and down his glistening rod as his back started to arch, showing his lean muscle again. His chin rested on his chest, which gently rose and feel with his breath. His paw began moving even faster along his shaft and I could hear his breath get heavier. He threw his head back and let loose a loud sighing moan as his cock began to pulse in his grip. I watched as a fountain of white cum shot from the fox. It dripped down his shaft and across his knuckles as it squirted across the room towards me. Load after load of cum erupted as it leaked into a pool at his feet. It seems like it would never end as his paw began to squeeze tightly. With a few more feeble squirts that continued to drip down his shaft to his panty-covered balls, he let go and leaned back in afterglow. His softening cock rested in front of him, softly twitching as the last few drops of cum fell to the floor. My paw was moving so quickly that it was practically a blur on my cock as I looked at the puddle of cum he left on the floor. I watched his toned chest move as his breath slowly calmed. He moved his head back down and looked at his slippery wet cock. A paw grabbed it and he bent forward licking at his tip. It wobbled in front of him as he bumped it with his tongue. Then he leaned forward and stuck the whole head in his mouth and began cleaning it off. His tongue slurped over his thick shaft as he stuck a good few inches into his muzzle. Seeing the fox suck on his own cock proved to be too much for me and I felt the pressure build and my cock begin squirting cum. In the heat of passion I let my load shoot onto the carpet as my orgasm flooded my body. It's the best I'd ever had and I had to place a paw on the wall to keep me from collapsing. It felt so good as my cock pulsed in my paw and dripped cum on to the floor with my eyes still fixated on the fox. I couldn't keep holding back my moan, and it came out loudly. My heart stopped in my chest as I heard myself. Terri quickly looked up at the door. My eyes went wide as I realized what I'd done. He quickly lifted off and stuffed his softening cock back into his skimpy underwear. I saw him still watching the door, trying to figure out if he had just heard someone or not. "Ed?" he said, and I quickly ducked away from the crack. My mind and heart raced as I looked at the spots of cum on the carpet I had left. I took a quick peak back to see Terri walking over to the door. Still kneeling on the ground with my pants down around my thighs and my cock standing straight in front of me, I tried to figure out what to do. I saw the door begin to move and I grabbed my pants and pulled them up, but before I can even get the zipper done, Terri was standing in the doorway looking at me fumbling with my pants. "Ed? What are you doing?" To be continued :3

FSE

Desolation: The Vanguard Chapter II: The Twins Li's sister moaned softly and shifted beneath her, responding to the soft kisses upon her breast. Li smiled as she sat upon her larger sister's midsection and began to caress her. Her employers stated that act she was performing was a sin twice over; one was not to engage in sexual activity with a member of one's own gender, and certainly not with a member of one's own family. It was a wicked thing, they said. It was a sin, a thing that would invite demons into your heart and soul, corrupt you from within until you were consumed with lust. Of course they politely looked the other way, as the sisters had long since been demon-tainted (in the eyes of the Vanguard, anyway) and were made even more so with the cybernetic conversion program. They looked down on them for it, but then again there was very little that the vault-born did not look down upon them for. Li and Xi had grown up in the wastes, as they were called; though their ancestral home was lush and filled with living things, not the dead sand and rock common to so many places. Their ancestors had found the place by following a relatively pure river which flowed down from the single mountain, called Endless in the common language. It was named in remembrance of a place in the old world, the word for it long forgotten, but the meaning remained the same. It was named so from the endless font of water that spilled out from within, creating the pure, life-giving river that allowed plants and animals to flourish. There had been an old bunker dug into the mountain, not the size of one of the great vaults, but there had been a great amount of goods kept there. The great warrior tribes of centuries past had required portable and plentiful food to keep its armies on the march. With the ancient magics provided by grand monsters of machines, they had sealed food into small metal cans and placed several in a box meant to be one meal. The bunker had contained the production facility, as well as a warehouse filled with crates. The Kay Tribe had taken their name from these packaged meals, traded in caravans amidst the wasteland. They had even gotten the machines working once more, and with the bounty of the Endless Mountain they continued to help feed the wastes. Demons had tried many times to take the mountain, but it was protected; for the ancestors had brought their own demons with them, great protectorate spirits from the old world, who ventured into the depths of the mountain and called more of their kind to defend their followers. Thirteen Great Spirit Beasts made the mountain their home, and their children stalked the wilderness amongst the common animals leading their packs and herds, or acted as messengers from range to range amidst the solitary creatures. Unlike the warrior tribes of old, her people only took what they needed from nature and nothing more. The tunnel villages dug in the mountain provided the warmth and shelter that was needed. The altered plants and fungi of a world soaked with magics and radiation gave them light and many crops, which they used to feed livestock, themselves, and those that eagerly sought the traded K-meals. There was plenty for all, and in time the population grew. Not wanting to overwhelm the generous mountain spirit and her thirteen guardians, the Kay took to having two children per couple. Those who desired more would have to venture out into the wastes and bring back something of value to the whole tribe. Some sought books or data discs and tapes, knowledge from before the demons came. Others negotiated trade routes with towns, cities, bases, and vaults that also had things to offer. Some merely left to explore the world, returning with maps of the altered land. Xi and Li had left to explore the world on their own, allowing their family to grow by two with their leaving. When they had come of age, venturing to the shrine at the top of the mountain where the Great Spirits dwelt, they had been blessed greatly, marked as children of the beasts themselves, their destiny to find and protect a realm of their own. Li's thick brush of a tail wagged as she ran her tongue over Xi's pert nipple. Until their visit to the shrine, the two had been identical twins, unable to be told apart even by their parents. They were close, as close as two people could be. But upon that day they had become more. Each sister had a bond to the other, an almost supernatural ability to tell what the other was thinking and feeling. At times they seemed to be almost one person in two bodies, which was rather how they viewed themselves. They were more than one being, but less than two. They could never explain the concept to others, but it was what they knew in their hearts to be true. The blessings of the Great Beasts had made them randy, Li's blessing from the mischievous fox and Xi's of the virile tiger. Being transformed from mortal flesh to that like the Spirits dwelled in had only increased their libido. The unconscious Xi let out a soft cry as her sister suckled playfully upon a plentiful breast. They had joined Vanguard, their skills as warriors and defenders of trade caravans well known. The order had not known that the twins were seeking out a place to be guardians of when they had signed on, but they had still yet to find that place. Li's tongue traced over the dark markings that had appeared on her twin's skin, joining the many markings of favor from spirits they had aided over the years, as well as their patron's blessings. Xi's arms and legs were adorned with beautifully detailed black stripes, the marks of the great cat that had recognized a part of its self in her. In time her hair had become a tawny orange, her eyes a deep feline green and slitted. Rounded furry ears adorned the top of her head, and a long tiger's tail trailed behind her. The marks upon Xi's breasts marked where the Vanguard had implanted the two large cybernetic computer components that served as the mind of the great creature that the two piloted. They were experimenting to see how well one of the great demon-mechs could be piloted by two individuals who were used to being partners. The Hydra was the most complex of six mechs that had been created. Though the Minotaurus and the Lillith were heavier due to their thicker armor and stouter construction, and the Leviathan and Wyvern longer, the Hydra was overall the largest and most well armed of them. It was essentially a mobile weapons platform, designed for fast and rapid movement from location to location to keep enemies guessing. Six of its seven heads were capable of using their breath weapons akin to mortar fire, delivering acid, flaming napalm, and frigid liquid nitrogen down onto demonic foes from quite a ways away. The seventh head instead utilize thick saliva to spit a long line of conductive mucus, and then to send an incredible bolt of lightning down that line. Strange forces and spells went into the making of the gland that produced the substance, and given elevation and a lack of wind, the Hydra could get her central head to spit with a meter's accuracy at three miles from the target. Four heavy guns were mounted upon her back and shoulders, four miniguns and four missile pods adorned the end of her powerful tail, nestled within a spiked mace. While the Hydra was modeled in part of the great multiheaded dragon, it was also in part designed from great lizards that had walked the planet in times beyond imagining. Bony plates and spikes from various species of dinosaur had been inspirations for the Hydra's construction, enhanced by biomechanical armor and spikes as well. Being hit by large demons from behind or above was the most common concern for the vehicle mounted artillery the Vanguard used, but the great dino-dragon was all but immune to these strikes. Li giggled as she traced the seven pointed stars that encircled her sister's nipples, in addition thick, wavy lines extended several inches past the pointed arms of the star, and eighth line, straight, extended downward opposite the star's central point at the top of the breast. She knew it was the mark of their beast, the created demon-mech that they had grown quite comfortable in the past few weeks. She could feel its presence, watching over them even now, though they were unable to see it. Despite the spirit's youth, Li knew that it was one of motherhood and maternity. When linked to the Hydra she could feel its pleasure at the two lives secured within. Small and comparatively weak and fragile, needing her protection to survive and to grow. The Great Spirit thought of its two pilots as its children. It had also marked each of the sisters in areas aligned with motherhood and fertility, and also where its components resided. Li's belly sported its own seven pointed star, with the same wavy lines and the single straight line that came to a point, like the Hydra's tail before the weaponry was added on. The only difference was that her star pointed downwards, and the 'tail' pointed up. Li was not tall and powerful like her sister, she was shorter, her body more streamlined and lithe, and flat chested to the point of looking nearly androgynous. Her patron spirit had been the fox, and it had left markings upon her as the great tiger had done with Xi. Her hair was a shade in between red and orange, the hue of the fox fur that also adorned her pointed ears and her richly furred vulpine tail. Her markings were confined to her hands, feet, forearms, shins, and calves, like the sock-like black markings of her patron creature. Li's portion of the Hydra's processor core had been installed in her womb, which resulted in the appearance that her belly would forever appear to be near term with twin children dwelling within. It hampered her stealthiness and dexterity, but she was not a caravan guardian any longer. The Hydra did all the movement and heavy lifting. She slipped a hand down to her sister's sex as her tongue moved upwards, seeking her sister's lips. As always the faint caress over her loins was enough to stir Xi from her catnap. Li could toy with her sister's breasts all she liked, even drive her to powerful climax, but Xi would continue to sleep through it. But the faintest touch to the core of her femininity would serve to awaken her from slumber. Her larger twin sighed softly, returning the gentle kiss. Their lovemaking was always slow, tender, hours of building up to a single glorious climax. Their alterations, cybernetics mixed with demon-magic, assured that they did not need sleep. But the dream world was so fascinating Xi preferred to slumber and dream during whatever time she had to herself. But at night, in the bleak hours between midnight and dawn, those were the hours that belonged to both sisters, when they would share everything with one another. "Father Tiger spoke to me from the mountains," Xi whispered to her sister, her powerful hands coming up to gently trace the black star upon Li's belly. "Something wondrous is to happen tonight, a gift from the Great Spirits to assure that many of their wicked cousins will be punished by us for the horrors that they inflict upon mortal beings." "And how will we do that, dear sister?" Li said softly, resting her head upon Xi's ample chest. Xi smiled. "Why, you do realize that we have thirteen benevolent yokai," she used the old word for demons, one with less negative connotation that the one in the trade tongue, "The six great beasts, and the seven who pilot them." Li smiled as well. "I had, but until you mentioned it, I had not thought of its parallel to the mountain home of our kin and its spirits." The tiger-touched twin merely chuckled, hugging her sister to her breast, "Tonight, I am told, we will become powers ourselves, no longer mortal spirits inhabiting demon's flesh." "And how will this be brought about, my sister?" "I am not sure, but I do not think it will mind if we continue our love making while we are waiting for it." "I do not think so either," Li concluded, the twins meeting in a more passionate kiss. -o- Delilah stood in the shadows, her demonic form cloaked with the darkness. The scent of the Kay sisters was irresistible. They were twice marked by demonic forces, and that made them stand out like beacons in the night to Delilah's succubus senses. Their bodies entwining, two sisters pressed against one another, hands, lips, and tongues roaming over the other's flesh; this too had drawn the new demoness' attention. But it was not the so-called sin of the act that called to her; rather it was the intensity of the act. The emotion shared between the two sung its siren song to her, calling her to oversee the alteration of these two before any others. She could not believe that the Vanguard had been so ignorant. She could sense new presences now, it was not quite sight, scent, or sound, but had components of all three. Using this new sense Delilah could feel the energy building in the room; hot, warm, lovely, and delicious. She basked in the glow of the twins' lovemaking, for the affection the sisters shared fueled the energy storm building around them as much as the carnal lust. Oh how she longed to join in, but she was not the only demonic presence in the room. Though the astral form of the Hydra was half in the room and half out, the demon-mech's rear half residing in the storage room on the other side of the wall. Her many eyes watched over the room, some focused on Delilah, others focused on the beast's pilots in the bed. The many headed reptile knew what had happened to Delilah and what she had done to Shailai. The succubus could faintly feel each surge of pleasure the new demoness felt as she mated with her mistress the Wyvern, and she suspected so too did the Hydra. The demonic mech looked almost pleadingly at Delilah, wanting to grant her pilots the gift that Lillith had granted to the new succubus. Hydra was a new spirit, and she did not have the power that Delilah's love had bestowed upon her. She smiled and closed her eyes, reaching out to the mighty presence. "Take all you need," she whispered. "Use my strength to grant them the gift we both desire for them to receive." Delilah shivered as she felt some of her demonic lifeforce slither away. It was not an unpleasant sensation, for she had an incredible amount to spare and she gave of it willingly. She could see why some sorts of demons, the vampiric types, would greatly enjoy corrupting their victims with this method. It was rather effective; drain a mortal's living essence and then replace it with an equal portion of your own. Mortal agents and thralls could be created in this manner, just as long as the demonic force was not in dominance over the mortal. The spectral form of the Hydra shimmered, granting her a little bit of solidity, but not so much as to prevent her from passing through the wall. She was just 'real' enough to touch those who she had marked as her own. The creature lowered her central head down onto the bed, her jaws opened wide. The six other heads extended their tongues, playfully licking and lapping at the twins. Li and Xi both cried out, quivering. Delilah recalled how wonderful her own deimomech's touches had been upon her body, and could only imagine what the twins were feeling now. -o- The Hydra crept forward slowly, her pilots slowly coaxed into her spectral maw. Li and Xi could feel a soft warmth surrounding them, but they could not yet see the source of the heat, nor where the soft, smooth caresses of pleasure over their bodies came from. As the warmth spread over their bodies, drawn deeper and deeper into their mech's mouth, they found themselves in a pleasant and lustful haze. They ground gently against one another, their loins forgotten. What seemed to give the most pleasure were the marks upon belly and breast, the places the Hydra had claimed as her own. She was not devouring them, oh no. A demon's anatomy was malleable; it was whatever the creature desired it to be. So if she desired her throat to lead to her womb, then so be it. There was nothing that stopped that from being true, save for the tiny expenditure of power that it took. She had longed for her pilots to be truly inside her, residing within her womb, not merely within the specially crafted chamber where they piloted her from. They were to be her children, her offspring, but in order to do so they needed to be truly reborn. Hydra crept forward into the room, lifting her head to send her pilots on their journey from mouth to belly. She could feel her power building as she drew in the elements the two sported that granted her consciousness and control. Her tongue slithered between the twins' legs, caressing their sexes, further marking the pair, making them hers. With a gulp she drew them into her completely, closing her mouth and trapping them inside her. She could feel a world of potential opening up within her; a demon could do whatever it liked with its own body, provided it had the raw power to alter it. Her pilots had been marked twice now, a third time and they would be as her own flesh. She fully entered the room, resting her forequarter atop her pilots' bed, curling her heads and tail around, drawing in her power fully to one location. Li and Xi cried out softly as the deimomech drew out the control components from each of them, adding her missing pieces to herself. She gave back in turn, knowing that her pilots adored their additions, loving the plentiful breasts and the big round belly that they had been given, made so wonderfully sensitive by demonic alteration. But the Hydra also knew that each sister had envied what the other had, wanting to have a generous bust and a round, pregnant belly of her own. It was quite simple to grant the desire, to give Li an enhanced bust, and to Xi a rounded, full belly. New markings appeared upon the skin of each sister, the same seven pointed star with wavy lines that symbolized the great Hydra. Upon Li the markings upon her breasts were turned 45 degrees inward, the long 'tail' opposite the peak point of the joining just below her sternum, making a Y shape with the mark already upon her midsection. Xi's mark was identical to the two she already sported; save for its location upon her navel, the symbol's tail pointing downward to her loins where small black marks had appeared. Thrice marked, they were fully hers now. -o- The Hydra beckoned Delilah towards her, and the succubus found herself unable to resist the call. There was something the deimomech craved, something she needed, something that she fantasized about, and as such it stirred the demonic instincts deep within the new succubus. Her crimson skin seemed to glow softly for a moment as the pilot drew upon her power to begin the alterations she would need to satisfy the massive reptile. Her loins began to ache and throb, leaking thick juices that glowed the hue of embers in a fire. She approached the creature's astral form as if in a trance. Delilah's taloned fingertips traced over the ethereal skin and scales, feeling them in all their wonderful sleekness even though they were not truly there. If she truly wished, Delilah could have walked right through the Hydra's massive flank, feeling nothing more than the slightest sensation upon her, like unseen cobwebs in a passage. But she wanted the Hydra to be solid to her, and so she was. Delilah planted a kiss upon one inquisitive snout, gasping softly as others began to nuzzle her, soft, smooth tongues wider than her spread fingers exploring her demonic form. The Hydra's touch did not stir the same incredible sensations that contact with her own Lillith did, but they still were wonderful. The gentle touches of a somewhat shy, but eager lover. Heavy forked tongues teased her four nipples and her dripping sex. The merest touch about her womanhood made Delilah nearly fall to the floor in bliss. The Hydra imparted a fragment of her dream upon Delilah, providing the instructions for alteration. Immediately Delilah felt her loins altering, the small nub of her clit beginning to swell and lengthen, her insides churning and shifting to provide the proper plumbing. While it was most certainly phallic in shape, as could easily be seen by its eight inch length after a few moments, the new organ Delilah sported was not a cock, not truly. It was not for filling others with her seed, but rather to provide a more effective delivery method for the demonic eggs that grew within her belly. Delilah's new shaft drooled a generous amount of the same ember-hued fluid that seemed to have replaced Delilah's precum in her new demonic form. The Hydra seemed to enjoy lapping it up, her ethereal form shimmering, gaining a bit more color and definition to it, becoming less and less of an empty shell and more and more a creature of the astral plane. She would never be able to interact with proper humans, but she could likely... influence things. The outer walls of the Vanguard base were heavily warded to prevent such things from entering, but the Hydra was already inside. A heavy tongue encircled Delilah's ovipositor, coaxing and caressing it into the size and shape the Hydra desired. Heavy and thick, about the length and thickness of Delilah's upper leg. It was most certainly not human; the thick knot at the base gave that away, as well as the strange, spade-shaped head, the rounded bumps on the bottom, as well as the three thick rings upon the length. With its sleek smoothness and onyx coloration it looked almost like some sort of obscene sex toy, another thing that was banned by Vanguard. Delilah couldn't even imagine what it felt like to have such a huge, wonderfully shaped thing inside her. But she wanted to, oh did she ever. She wanted to explore every single deviant thing that she had been told not to do for fear of drawing in demons. She licked her lips at the thought of performing one more; bestiality. It was true that her Lillith was a beast, a four legged creature; but that was rather different. Delilah and Lillith complemented each other, they were soulmates. Shape did not matter between them, something greater than mere flesh and form. But the Hydra did not share such a bond with her. A gentle thrill ran through her as she thought about the situation. Demons drew energy and strength from human emotion; the guilt and shame some felt at having such fantasies, and the web of emotions woven by years of habitation in the Vanguard base left enough behind to fuel Delilah's further arousal. The Hydra's tail curled around her, coaxing her forward as it lifted its rump, exposing the great demoness' sex. Like Delilah, the juices that showed the mech's arousal and lubricated her passage glowed softly. The hue was a pale blue, nearly a grey, contrasting a bit with the Hydra's gold and green scales. It felt wonderfully cool to the touch, whereas Delilah's had a pleasant heat to it. "I gift to you, Mother Hydra," she whispered, "two of my eggs for your use. Bless your pilots, your children, as you see fit." She relaxed, abandoning thought, acting only on the instincts that whispered to her, telling her of dreams, fantasies, desires, and sensations, telling her where her reptilian lover desired to be caressed, and what touches would most please her. Delilah had never felt as good in her life as she did at that moment, fully embracing what she had become. She was having the time of her life, and she wasn't even halfway through the roster of pilots yet. Mmm...So much to do, and so little time. But she would not rush through this night. Everything had to be perfect, be wonderful. It wasn't every night that you got to be reborn into what you've always wanted to be... -o- Xi let out a soft moan as she began to stir. She could feel the faint twitches of pleasure in her loins that always came after a night of delicious carnal embrace with her sister. But the pleasure felt different this time. It felt more intense, but at the same time more natural. Like this was what she had always been meant to feel, but the limitations of her body, mind, and soul would not allow it. She felt warm, safe, loved, but she also felt strangely alone and isolated. She reached out in the darkness, feeling for her sister, her lover, her other half. The movements were slowed, muffled, as if passing through water. Her fingertips found a more solid resistance in a smooth, curved surface. Xi pressed against it, but found it hard and unyielding, even to her powerful body. Her other hand, her left, felt a bit strange, stiff and cramped, like it had been in an uncomfortable position for quite some time, or had fallen asleep. But oddly there was no pain or discomfort, just a strange feeling that things were not bending as they ought. She couldn't feel her fingers, now could she seem to make a fist. Though she could open and close her hand rather like a crab's claw. Xi smiled as she realized where she was and what had happened. She had experienced this once before, long ago. She had gone to meet the Great Spirit Beasts and had been reborn, infused with a portion of their power. The Hydra had given them her blessing, marked Xi and Li as her own, not merely with marks, but in their forms as well. Xi smiled, pressing her claws against the shell of her egg. The shell parted easily, and almost seemed to shatter as Xi pushed her way free of it. Blue-grey fluid gushed forth from the egg, clinging to Xi's body. She drew in a deep breath, even though she did not need to. She felt the warm air flow into her lungs, but it continued to flow, coming to a rest deeper within her belly within some unfamiliar organ. Oddly enough she also felt it in her left arm. She looked down upon the limb to find it massively changed. Her jaw dropped upon seeing her left hand, no longer a hand. It was instead a second head, draconic, sporting the same horns and fins as the great Hydra. Looking upon it seemed to activate new senses within her, the emerald, slit-pupilled eyes opening. Its muzzle grinned as Xi found herself seeing the world through four eyes instead of two. It made looking over her altered form so much easier. Everything was familiar, yet most of her had changed in some way. The markings upon her body, the sign of the Great Tiger, still adorned her skin, but they also marked her scales. Orange, black, and white scales adorned her body, covering from toe to knee, from fingertip to elbow, and from shoulders to buttocks and down her tail. Her tail too had been altered, transforming from its furred feline shape to a longer, thicker reptilian tail covered in scales, with only a strip of striped, spiky fur down the middle. Nestled within the strip were small spikes that grew in size the further up her spine they went, until they reached her head, becoming the foundation for a large crest that extended six inches outward from her skull. Her long hair still remained, as did her pointed, furry, feline ears. But a pair of spiked frilled had been added to the side of her head where her ears had once been when she was human. Her face had changed as well, with a light dusting of small scales, almost like freckles. Small spikes encircled her eye sockets, a pair of thick, but short, horns growing from her temples. They were not yet the majestic horns of a great dragon, but in time they would. The thought spread a smile over Xi's short, blunt muzzle. Her face was not draconic, but it certainly was not human. It was a beautiful blend of both, taking what Xi felt were the best features of both and bringing them together, painting the union with the coloration and markings of a tiger. She ran her right hand over the scales upon her left, both of her mouths smiling as she found them to have a velvety texture to them. Not quite fur, but a pleasant compromise between mammalian and reptilian traits. On the subject of mammalian traits, her own markers of belonging to that particular group had seemingly grown. Xi couldn't help but chuckle, she had always been fond of the computer core 'implants,' and found herself wishing on more than one occasion that they could be even bigger. Her breasts had been her favorite feature about herself, and Li loved to watch her sister play with them for her amusement. Xi's favorite portion of her sister's anatomy had been Li's similarly enhanced belly. Her smaller sister looked so sexy with a large, rounded middle, and Xi had spent many a night caressing and kissing the roundness as she pleasured herself. Now she had her own roundness to enjoy, and she did so, running the forked tongue of her head-hand over the ebon marks of her 'mother,' the Great Hydra. The touch made her moan softly, causing her arousal to rise rapidly. That too was different; it seemed almost an external thing, a lustful ache building outside her body, rapidly extending further and further outward. She looked down, but found her 'assets' to be an impediment. Xi chuckled, using the eyes on her 'hand' to view the alteration. Both of her mouths gasped at the sight of her altered loins, and they began to water at the sight of her bestial manhood. It was the size of her forearm, the thicker left forearm anyway, a deep black in color, emerging from a sheath at the base. She lacked a hanging sack, but she could see her heavy balls beneath it, extended outward partially from her body, but not entirely. Like the rest of her it seemed a mix between reptile and mammal. The shaft itself was rather chimeric, rather equine in proportion and scale, but with a rounder, more human head. It was studded with feline spines, and sported the beginnings of a canine knot at the base. Xi could tell that while her body had all the outward appearances of being female, her sexual organs were entirely that of a male. It made her laugh, and also filled her with pride. Her people did not think of gender merely as a binary concept; there were other combinations out there, though rare in naturally born humans. But Xi had long since ceased being limited by what nature had gifted her for a body, having been transformed thrice over. Twice by Great Spirits and once by Vanguard scientists. Xi was about to curl her tongue around her new length, to orally pleasure one new addition with another, but the surprised gasp of her smaller sister drew her attention elsewhere. Li too stood in the ruins of her egg, similarly altered. She too had become a mix of her three aspects, human, fox, and dragon. Scales adorned her body in the same pattern as Xi and nearly in the same color, but hers were far more red than orange. Her tail lacked the central strip of bristly fur, instead sporting a fluffy, white tip, with long spikes hidden within, the tips just barely poking out of it. Like Xi, her breasts and belly had grown, the former having reached the size that Xi's had been before her enhancement, and the latter having grown even larger and heavier. The very sight of her sister made Xi's erection drool thick streams of glowing goo, oh how she longed to explore the new wonders that that had been gifted upon them. It was then that Xi noticed one more aspect of difference between the two of them; Xi's head-hand was on her left side, while Li's was one her right. The two sister's came together, embracing one another, kissing in a way only they could; lips against lips and muzzle to muzzle. A double kiss, greater than anything anyone else could ever off them. They were a perfect match for one another, a perfect mirror. Li wrapped her left arm around her sister's neck, while Xi slipped her right beneath Li's rump, the two pulling her upward for proper lovemaking. With their large bellies and breasts, it ought to have been quite a chore, but somehow they managed. It was only a few moments before Xi's member was hilted in her smaller sister, her knot beginning to swell, binding them together in an act of passion as great as two lovers could ever hope to achieve. It was then that something gave way inside of them, a wall that had been present all their lives, a wall with only a tiny window to the other side that could be peered though, and on a rare occasion reached through. Each sister's mind was fully open to the other, a union of mind and spirit to bolster that of their flesh. The contact was what each had craved for the entirety of their lifetime. Two souls joined eternally together, but until that moment trapped, despite their link they would be always apart had nature taken its course. But nature no longer had any say in the affairs of the twins. An idea sparked between them, not coming from one or the other, but from the union of both. There were pieces that were still Xi and pieces that were still Li, but as they had always known there was more overlap than there was individuality. Less than two souls, but more than one. As they made love their bodies began to join together, as their minds had. There had always been a great power within them, but a power divided. As two became one the power flooded them, making the sisters more than the sum of their parts. Their bodies grew as they united, as skin became coated in velvety scales, as human features were replaced by draconic, as neck lengthened, as claws grew, as hands and feet became paws. Four draconic heads cried out as pleasure rocked their shared form, the liquid flow of their uniting flesh and united souls as great as any sexual pleasure they could ever hope to experience. They grew and grew, their merged form twice as big and several times as heavy as their combined mass ought to have made. Within the room a new hydra took shape, her red-orange scales gleaming, her markings that of a demonic tiger, inverted upon her lower fore and hind legs where the coloration of the fox remained. She caressed her four heavy breasts with eager tongues, caressing her broad, egg-filled middle with one forepaw, the other encircling her manhood. Her frame was not quite quadrupedal, but also not quite humanoid. She could function as either if she so desired. She felt a comforting warmth enfolding her, the embrace of her spectral mother. The Great Hydra curled around her daughter, her lover, four muzzles locking with the smaller hydra's, two others suckling hungrily upon plentiful breasts. She coaxed her child onto her back, lowering herself down onto the new hydra's aching member. The sisters cried out as their body shuddered, a fifth, central head emerging from their body. It was the sum of all that they shared, a consciousness that was neither Xi nor Li, but rather their true self, the single persona that the twins had always been facets of. They would never be apart again. Though the new hydra could divide herself into her component selves, the sisters were now forever united, brought together in one mind and one spirit, one that could inhabit two bodies. She didn't know the words to explain herself, she never did. The mortal tongue had no terms to describe a being that was at the same time one and several. "We thank you, mother...," the new hydra's two outer heads said in unison. "We are united in one, as we have always desired...," whispered the two in the middle. "I am yours forever, your pilots, your daughter, your lover...," the center continued. "Whatever you desire," all five finished in unison. The Great Hydra purred softly, nuzzling her daughter's many muzzles with her own. She had no desire for ownership, for domination of her children, her lovers, her pilots. But there was one thing she desired, and desired more than anything. -o- Daughter Hydra cried out, her twin sexes linked together in climax, her seed flowing into her mother's eager depths. Though Mother Hydra's true body slumbered many stories above, whatever coupling took place between Daughter and Mother would have identical effects on both. With demons there was little divide between body and soul, any effect upon the astral form would be carried over to the physical. Even pregnancy. Delilah chuckled to herself as she mused upon the topic. The room had grown increasingly crowded, filled with mating Mother and Daughter, serpentine heads and tails moving about with little regard for smaller sized voyeurs. The succubus walked down the hall, placing both hands upon her belly, the weight of her remaining eggs both a comfort and a burning ache within her. There were so many gifts that she needed to give and so little time to give them in. Perhaps once she had granted all the deimomech pilots the wonder of true demonhood, of being brought closer to the nature of the creatures that had become very much a part of them, Delilah would awaken her napping soulmate's astral form, drawing another load of seed into her belly, granting her another clutch of eggs to introduce comrades to the power that suffused every fiber of her being. The thought made her chuckle, hour long pregnancies and rapidly growing eggs. It was something that was almost unheard of. The power to do so only seemed to be unlocked within a newly transformed human. But Delilah knew that if she so desired, she could be filled with eggs again and again, unlike anything she had ever heard of before, beyond even her seemingly instinctual knowledge of demonhood. Demons seldom parted body and soul, to explore in astral form. It left the body virtually helpless, and any damage taken upon one would be carried over to the other. It was little surprise that they would not investigate the wonders of this ability and power. A succubus would use it; of course, it made slipping into the rooms of lustful lovers so much easier, and kept them from detection. Delilah shivered, a thick strand of lava-hued precum leaking from her ovipositor. Perhaps once her task was done she would see what it was like to visit others in astral form, perhaps causing a few pregnancies. The very thought filled her even more with lust and desire as she slipped into the next pilot's bedroom. The more she experienced the more she craved, the more Delilah wanted to explore. Her body seemed to change a little more with each pilot she brought over into full-on demonhood, a little more of Delilah's fantasies and desires made real as she discovered them and could act upon them. She would never have imagined herself with a cock, invading women's dreams, seducing them, making their bellies grow with demonspawn. Of course she would gently peer into the minds of her lovers, assuring that such would be something they'd enjoy. Delilah smiled as she sat down upon the bed, running her hand over the huge belly of the pilot through the covers. Delilah didn't even need to poke around in this one's thoughts in order to know that she would be more than eager, perhaps even outright thrilled, at the prospect. After all, Technician Sardius had already willingly, eagerly, and by the sounds that occasionally came from her room while Delilah was passing by, very enthusiastically had filled herself with eggs.

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Title: Little Emotional Feelers by Squirrel Tags: Bat, Character Development, M/F, Mouse, Romance, Sci-Fi, Squirrel ((AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This episode is the 'Season Two' premiere, as it were, of the series ... and takes place nearly a year after 'The Autumn Defense,' which, for all intents and purposes, was the 'Season One' finale ... so, there's a whole new batch of these things ... coming during the next few weeks ... hope everyone enjoys them ... )) The stars were stationary outside the window. And an icy-blue planet loomed large. A planet both familiar and not. A planet where hearts were frozen over (only to be melted by instinct). Luminous was in orbit, tethered to a docking pylon ... at a snow rabbit station. "So, you're, like, what ... a mouse-bat?" Ketchy asked. Whiskers twitching. She tilted her head. Blink-blink. "A ... a bouse, or a mat, or ... no, those don't sound right." A smile. "Mouse-bat! Or bat-mouse? Do you prefer bat-mouse?" More blinks. "You're not gonna clue me in, are you?" A helpless giggle. "Mm ... you're cute, though. You're really cute. You know that? You know that?" Ketchy cooed. A door swish. Ketchy turned her head. Ears swiveling. "Oh, hey," she said quietly. It was Fredrick. Her mate. "Where you been?" "Work." "Your shift ended an hour ago." "Overtime," was all Fredrick said. Avoiding eye contact. Ketchy frowned a bit. "We're in exile. We're in orbit of the snow rabbit's world. Everyone's on shore leave. What's there to do ... other than survive day-to-day?" "There's stuff." Ketchy shook her head. Whispering, "You're so impossible ... " Her whiskers twitched. "What's that?" the other squirrel demanded. Pointing. Frowning. Seeing the object of Ketchy's affections. "Akira," said Ketchy in a sing-song voice. "Mm?" "I'm ... babysitting, I guess," said Ketchy, scooping baby Akira into her arms. Leaning back on the couch. "Mm ... " Fredrick went to the table. Scattered his computer pads (full of diagnostic schedules, schematics, and the like). "Isn't she cute?" Ketchy asked, of Field and Adelaide's baby girl. Two months old. "Look at the tiny, tiny wings on her arms, and ... I can't figure out if she's more a mouse or more a bat. But ... she has the wings, and her fur's a dusky pink, so ... I think she must be a bat-mouse." "She's looking at me funny." Fredrick frowned. "Probably cause she smells your fear." A giggle. "I'm not afraid of babies." "No?" She raised her eyes. "No," was Fredrick's frown. He went to the other couch (on the other side of the coffee table in their quarters). And sat down. "Well, she smells it. You are, so ... " Ketchy turned her eyes back to Akira. "You're cute. Yes ... yes, you are." "You don't have to use that cooing voice ... when you talk to her." "She likes it. Don't you like it? Yes ... mm-hmm ... " Ketchy lifted Akira up, putting her nose to the child's. So small, her nose! And it went sniff-twitch ... just like Field's. Just like a rodent's nose. Oh, she had Field's blue-grey eyes. And his tail. But had her mother's fur, wings, and ears ... what an amalgam she was. And so named Akira ... because all femme bats, by tradition, had 'A' names. And she was half-bat, so ... "How long's she been here?" "About half an hour. I'm gonna keep her for a few hours." Fredrick's whiskers twitched. "You think," Ketchy asked, taking a breath through the nose. Sighing. "You think ... " Fredrick frowned. "What?" "Will you stop frowning at me?" Ketchy pleaded. "Goodness ... " "I'm not frowning." "You're ALWAYS frowning." Fredrick frowned at this. "Mm ... " Ketchy sighed. Pausing. Wondering, "I ... you know, would you wanna have one? Is what I was gonna ask. I mean, not NOW, but ... someday." "Have what?" "A baby," Ketchy stressed. "A baby." "Oh." "Yeah. Oh," she mocked. And then went quiet. They never argued in loud, fierce ways. They argued like this. Stubbornly. Quietly. With frowns and sighs and ... avoidances. Why did she love him? "I want a baby. I want a family." "A star-ship's no place for ... " "That's an excuse," Ketchy whispered. "Not an answer." Fredrick said nothing. "We've been exiled," she continued. "Banished from Home-world. We're furry refugees. All we have are the snow rabbits. Scattered allies. All we have," she whispered, looking into the baby's eyes, "is each other." She took a breath. And looked to her mate. "I don't wanna lose that." "We won't ... " The other squirrel's nose and whiskers twitched. He absently groomed his own tail. "So, is that a yes?" Fredrick bit his lip. "Tell me, at least," she asked, "that you'll think about it. That we can talk about it. It's important to me." "I didn't know it was," he whispered. "Well, I'm telling you," she whispered back. "I'm telling you it is, and ... don't shut down on me. You shut down on me," she said, "all the time. Please, don't ... " A quiet nod. "Alright. Well, it's ... we'll talk and stuff." A returned nod (on her part). "I don't think any baby could be as cute as this one, though. Oh, my gosh, look at her tiny foot-paws! She's so delicate. Like ... like a glass doll." Ketchy slowly bobbed Akira. Very gently. "Up and down, up and down ... " And she stopped. Akira made a squeaky sound. A wide-eyed gurgle. "You gonna fly someday, hmm?" Ketchy cooed. "You gonna fly?" Akira's tiny paw, with its tiny fingers, clutched at one of Ketchy's blunt claws. "Paw, paw ... claw," Ketchy whispered. "Yeah ... you can't talk yet, can you? Got a while before that, hmm? Can you squeak? I heard you squeak. Squeak ... " Fredrick, bothered by the other squirrel's maternal vibes, uncomfortably got up off the other couch and went back to the table in the kitchen (which had no wall, which simply ... opened up into the rest of their quarters). He went to the food processor and asked for some water. And some cornbread. Asking, "Why'd you have to babysit, anyway? Couldn't they get someone else?" "They asked me. I said yes. I wanted to do it." "Mm ... why, what are they doing, mm ... that requires a sitter?" "They're busy." "With what?" "I don't know, honey. You were swamped at work, weren't you?" she accused. Fredrick frowned. "No, they're just ... busy." A slight, shy smile. A sigh. "Busy with each other." A sigh. "Why can't we be busy with each other, Fredrick?" "We yiffed ... " " ... six days ago." "Well ... " "Well, maybe, when Akira goes home, we can ... " "Should we even be talking about this? In front of a baby?" A giggle. "Hmm ... maybe you're right." Akira blink-blinked ... and made a chitter sound. Sending out instinctual telepathic waves. Little emotional feelers. Simple things: joy, innocence, curiosity. "She's so bright," Ketchy whispered. "Makes me feel happy." Fredrick just nodded ... while she kept talking to the baby. "Your mommy and daddy are busy. Mm-hmm ... one day, you'll understand." A giggle. "But they won't like it when you do." Adelaide poked at her noodles with a fork. Poke-poke. Rotini noodles and tomato sauce. With little bugs and insects mixed in. Field sipped from his water glass. There were NO bugs in his meal. She tried, once, to slip some in, giggling hysterically when he'd realized he'd just eaten a dragonfly. He'd wound up laughing too, unable to stay mad at her ... but he often double-checked his food. Just to make sure. Mice were vegetarians. "I'm sorry," she said slowly. "Um ... " She stabbed at her pasta. "That I told you to shut up." They were in their quarters. Opting over their own confines ... instead of the station's. "It's okay," he whispered, taking another sip of water (though he didn't need it). He should've had lemonade instead, but ... at the time, hadn't been in the mood for something sweet. But now he wanted something sweet. "She was crying, and I was tired, and you kept ... Field, I hear you the FIRST time, okay, when you ask a question. I have good ears, too." Her ears, angular and swept back, were designed to hear higher pitches. "You didn't answer." "I was busy! Some of us," she told him, "are busy." The mouse blinked. As if having been slapped in the face. His eyes darted to his water glass. "I'm the first officer of this ship," he defended. Swallowing. "I know that NO one ... takes that seriously, but ... " "I ... I didn't mean ... that's not what I meant," the bat stammered, sighing. Cursing inwardly. Rubbing her eyes. She leaned back in her chair. Sitting on the opposite side of the table. "That's not what I meant." Field swallowed and cleared his throat, saying (in his airy, wispy voice), "Well, I ... it's okay." "You keep saying 'it's okay'." "Because it is, darling. It is okay," he insisted. "You don't believe that. If you don't believe it, don't say it." "What would you rather have me say?" he asked, meeting for eyes. For a split second, meeting her deep-pink eyes. "What you FEEL," she whispered. "You can read my mind. You can sense my thoughts. I don't need to tell you." "It's not the same thing ... as telling me. We've been over that before. Many times," she stressed. A single flame flapped in the middle of the table. Atop a candle. Blue wax dripping down the side, into the holder. There was a vase of ice flowers (a brittle, startling white ... a holy white) near the sink. The vase kept inside a clear, glass box ... which held in the cold. The flowers would dissolve above a certain temperature. The flowers had been a gift from the rabbit Oliver. He'd given them to Assumpta, who, in turn, had given them to Adelaide. The bat wondered if those flowers had seeds ... if they could be homegrown. Maybe they could plant some in a box in the hydroponics bay. Adelaide reached for her own water glass. Took a sip. "No more alcohol?" The mouse's voice almost diappointed. "Snow rabbits don't drink," she said. "And there's none left in the galley." Pause. "Juneau and Assumpta are on the station, bartering. I think Juneau said she'd try and get some." Field nodded, sipping his own water. Both of them sipping from their water glasses at the same time. Field's glass was nearly empty. And, as he sipped, an eye lazily looked at her ... and saw her the same as before. Saw her ... as she was before. And himself. As he was before. Oh, to be equipped with lazy eyes! To not see change. To not have to register it. But even so ... ... she'd never looked more ... radiant. More mature. More ... herself. She was still young. Twenty-two. That was young, wasn't it? She was a few months older than the mouse ... and having a child hadn't deterred from her beauty. "Are we gonna make cookies?" she asked hopefully. "Not with the food processor, but ... by paw. REAL cookies?" "Don't have the ingredients," was all Field said. A twitch. "I'm sorry ... " "Oh." There was a drop in her voice. She took a breath. "Um ... well, the pasta was good. IS good, I mean." She hadn't finished hers. "Thank the food processor." "I'm just ... giving a compliment, is all," she said. The mouse just nodded. Sighing. Closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, though. For telling you to shut up." "And I said ... it was okay," the mouse whispered. "I'm not dwelling on it." "Your whiskers are drooped." "I'm tired, too," was his response. All the energy they had previously spent on each other ... was now being spent on the baby. Comforting it. Feeding it. Putting it to sleep. Watching over it. Field and Adelaide had been forced to stagger their shifts. Field would work mornings ... while she stayed in their quarters with Akira. And Adelaide would work afternoons ... while Field took care of her. Akira never slept through a night. And because she had latent telepathic abilities, the mouse and bat not only could HEAR her distress ... but could FEEL it, too. And would wake up with a heavy anxiety. The three of them (father, mother, daughter) were mentally linked. If the baby was unhappy, Field and Adelaide were unhappy. But ... if the baby was bright and bouncy, so were her parents. It was like having your emotions tied (by bow) onto a yo-yo. It was draining. Adelaide assured Field that, when Akira was old enough to control her telepathy, the directness of the tri-link would go away. But, still a baby, and still dependent on them in all things ... Field drew in a breath. "Think she's okay?" He didn't like, necessarily, to have her out of his sight. She was so small. It was amazing that every-fur managed to live to be an adult. How fragile they all were as children! YEARS of care and protection ... only to grow up and ... oh, how hard it was to be a parent. Field feared that Akira would have a falling out with them. Field hadn't spoken to his own parents ... for a long time (before the exile). And, now, he would never have the chance ... "Mm?" Adelaide looked up. "Yeah ... she's okay. I mean, I would know if she wasn't." Adelaide, being the mother, and being a bat ... had a stronger telepathic sense. Field's own abilities were ... anomalous. Not normal. And were heightened with Adelaide's help. Field just nodded. Fiddled with a spoon. "So, no cookies?" "No. No ingredients. I already ... " "Yeah, I just ... trying to make conversation," Adelaide said, remembering when they used to wax poetic. About romance. About life. About spirituality. About everything. And, now, it was almost like ... they didn't know what to talk about. Their youth had been prematurely taken from them. Into their arms had been thrust such responsibility. All the plans they'd had ... the romantic things, the sights to see, the things to do ... all waylaid. All for her. All for Akira. And they loved her. They did ... they loved her so much, and she was such a blessing. She was born of their love. She came from them. And from God. No, they loved her ... It was just hard being young parents. In space. With no home to go back to. It wasn't supposed to have happened this way. Not in their dreams, anyway. Not ... in their wishes. Field took another breath. In, out. In ... out. Cleared his throat again. "Well, uh ... we have a few hours. Anything you wanna do?" "Um ... well, I thought we could take a nap." "Oh ... " "I mean, we could ... we could do something else," she suggested. "No, if you're tired ... " Her eyes roved over him. "Field," she whispered. "Yeah?" was his response. "Look at me," she pleaded. He slowly looked up. Eyes fighting the urge to dart. "Are we okay?" she mouthed. The words not audible, but ... so clear on her lips. "We're just tired," Field whispered back, not directly answering the question. "Let's ... we can take a nap." As if that would ease their burdens. As if that would give them ... an enhanced sense of freedom and responsibility. As if that would bring back all they had lost. "So much for our little evening," Adelaide said, scooting back in her chair. "Well, what do you want to do?" he asked again. "Sleep, Field. I said I wanted to sleep," she replied, raising her voice. Field's eyes watered. He got out of his chair. "Well, I'm ... I'm going to take a shower," he said, a lump in his throat. Her back turned from him, her own eyes watering, she said, "Okay." He paused. Swallowed. Before, before the baby ... their love had been unchained. A dreamy thing! Now, it was so utterly real and grounded. Still with wings, but ... " ... um ... will you come ... come with me?" "I don't wanna get in your way." "You wouldn't," he assured. "You haven't. You won't." Assurances. And a breath of, "I love you ... " She transferred the plates from the table to the sink. Sniffling, a smile creeping onto her muzzle. Pausing. "Well ... a bath, maybe? Instead of a shower? Bubbles?" A slow smile melted onto the mouse's own muzzle. Seeing it, she giggled quietly. "Mm?" She raised a brow. "Okay." Smiling, dimples showing, the mouse nodded. "Well, go start the water then. Have it ready for me." "Oh, I can do the dishes," he said, going to her. To the sink. "Let me do them." "Field, I can handle it." "You shouldn't have to do the dishes. I'm in charge of the kitchen." "Are you?" she asked. Softly. Muzzle a few inches from his. "And what do you do to furs who drive you batty, hmm? What do you to do bats," she wondered, "who drive you batty?" A giggle. "Hmm?" Nose to his nose. "What if I start my own mutiny? What if I take control of the kitchen?" "I'll have to wrest it back from you." His nose went to her cheek. He breathed in. Deeply. Of her. And sighed. "I'll have to ... " His words were cut off by the gentlest kiss. The kind reserved for ... when the sun went down. For falling into bed. For soft, peaceful moments. But it happened in the kitchen. Near the sink. With their lips. It happened now. And EVERY ounce of tension that had previously been in their bodies (and in the air they'd been breathing) ... it simply went away. Adelaide pulled an inch away, to breathe. "Maybe we should," she said, trailing. Starting up again. "Maybe we should take that bath now. Take some comfort," she said, "now." "I still haven't started the water. And the dishes ... " "Leave the dishes. And we'll find ways to pass the time ... while the tub fills," she promised, taking one of his paws. Giving it a squeeze. And leading him delicately toward the bathroom. "You need seven liters of warp plasma. Why?" "Would you believe ... for our warp engines?" Juneau stated. Eyes boggling. Matching the dry tone she was being given. But unable to keep her sarcasm at bay. "Here." She handed over a computer pad. "A list of the things we have ... and can afford to part with. Just tell us what you want." The snow rabbit considered. His white-white ears waggled. Long, slender, sticking straight up. Like antennae. Like he was getting reception from somewhere. Like it gave his mind an edge. Juneau and Assumpta were on one of the orbital stations. Negotiating for much-needed supplies. They were in a cold office. With a window that looked out at the docking ring. "You will," the snow rabbit (his name was Flint) said, "have to give us something in return. For the transaction. Warp plasma isn't something we give to anybody. Yes, it is used in warp drives, but it can also be altered ... for use in weaponry." "We've been dealing with your kind," Juneau replied, "for, what, a year? You honestly think we'd use your plasma to make weapons?" "Yes." "Hey ... " "Juneau," Assumpta interrupted. The squirrel frowned, whiskers twitching. She crossed her arms, sitting back in her chair. Letting Assumpta (for the moment) take control of the talking. The snow leopard nodded at Flint, saying, "You believe we have been infiltrated by the Arctic foxes?" "I did not say that," said Flint. "But you have suspicions?" "There are foxes on your ship. Two of them, if I recall." "They're hardly Arctic," Juneau injected. "They are VERY adept," Flint countered, "at disguise. Foxes are our sworn enemies. You have some on your ship. It makes us ... uncomfortable. However," he admitted, "we trust rodents. We trust prey. Most furs avoid us. Your crew does not. You respect us ... therefore, we respect you." "You said you trust 'prey.' Do you trust me?" Assumpta asked. Being a predator. "You are not the usual predator." Assumpta squinted. No, she was not. But that wasn't the answer that she'd wanted ... "I will need assurances from your Captain ... as to the intent of any trade you make with us. I will need detailed record-keeping. I will need ... " "Look, bunny, I'm not in the mood, okay?" Juneau said. "My engines have been breaking down. Breaking," she stressed, "down. It's lucky we got here, you know? But we're here, and we can't get plasma from ANYONE but you, so ... you hold the monopoly on our market. But as your friends, and as your allies ... I suggest you don't use us." "We do not USE," Flint said. Voice lowering. "Just give us the plasma." "That is not how it works. If I were to say," Flint countered, "give us this, or give us that ... make demands of you ... you would bristle. In my position, you would behave no differently than us. We are in a cold war," he said, "with the Arctic foxes. They infiltrate us. They plant bombs. They kill. We guard our technology and our resources fiercely, and, yes, the Luminous and her crew ... they are allies. But you are still outsiders. You have a price on your heads. Doing business with you, in more ways than one, is a risk." Juneau sighed, closing her eyes. Opening them. They'd been at this for, what, two hours. Trying to come to a trade agreement. "If we must," Assumpta injected, "we will make a black market trade. We would prefer to trade with your government." "The black market in this system is dangerous," Flint warned. "I would advise against doing business with shady furs." "Then HELP us," Juneau pleaded. "Otherwise, we're grounded in orbit ... until you do. We can't leave until we have the plasma." "When you have it, you will disembark? Where will you go?" "We're nomads," Assumpta stated. "We go where we wish." "Why not stay here?" Flint asked. "Your ship is the most advanced of its kind. You could help us in your fight. In turn, we could give you a new home." Juneau frowned at him. "One minute," she whispered, "you don't trust us, and the next minute ... you want us to join your fight?" "I am simply airing my thoughts." The squirrel got out of her chair. Paced. "Have you looked over the pad yet?" The rabbit's eyes scanned. "Yes." "And?" He nodded to himself. "There is currently a shortage of self-sealing stem bolts ... on our world. You have ten cases. Give us four." "Four?" "Do you have a need for self-sealing stem-bolts?" He raised his brow. "No," Juneau replied, making a face. Tail moving about. "Then there is no loss." "Alright," she whispered. "The plasma ... for the stem-bolts." "I will have to clear this with my superiors." "Yeah, same here," Juneau muttered. Sighing. She had a headache. She didn't like it on this station. The air was so damn cold! You could see your breath ... and Assumpta was a snow leopard, and Flint was a snow rabbit. They were furs of the ice. They weren't negatively affected. But she was freezing her tail off! Beep-beep-beep. Beep ... "What is it?" Wren asked, turning. Standing a few feet away. Rella, at tactical, tapped at her controls. "Don't know. Proximity alarm." A few taps of her fingers. "Shuttle-pod just drifted into range." "Ours? From the station?" "No, they're still there." A squint. "No, this is ... of unknown origin. One life-sign. Faint." The Captain looked to the viewer. "Put it on ... " The image blinked into view. A small, brown pod. Very angular. Very ugly, in many ways. Not sleek and smooth ... "Shall we retrieve it?" The squirrel frowned. "I don't know ... does anyone remember what happened last time we brought a pod onboard ... that was of unknown origin?" No one answered. "Is anyone even listening to me?" "There's no quantum variance in the readings," Rella said, not answering Wren (but smiling inwardly at her mate's frustration; he was so cute when he was frustrated; oh, but she would ease that tonight, in their quarters). "If that eases your mind." Her own mind swam with distraction ... "Why haven't the snow rabbits spotted it?" "They keep their resources close to their fur ... they probably think it's from the foxes. But I don't know. They have excellent sensors. They should've seen it before we did ... " Wren paused. "Bring it in." Another pause. "Bring the occupant to sickbay. Under guard," he added. Rella nodded and turned to leave the bridge. And Wren squinted at the drifting pod on the main viewer. A giggle ... pushing against his chest. "Wet mouse, wet mouse ... " Squeak-squeaks ... and grasps. And a hug! Chitters! Field, at a sit in the tub, met her lips. Kissed (with head at a tilt), and ran his paws up and down her sides. Slowly. Sensually. So wet. She huffed as their tongues tangoed. As their lips ... lessened their suction. As they fell apart. She huffed and whispered, "You've bubbles on your tail." "Do I?" A wide-eyed look. That innocent look that no one else could pull off ... but him. "Bubbles?" "Uh-huh," she whispered. Into his ear. "They're jealous. They're trying to cling to you. But they can't have you," she promised. "Cause you're all ... " Swipe, swipe at the bubbles, popping them, splashing the sudsy water. " ... all mine!" Giggle-squeaks, and ... splash! Splashing back ... They were spilling water out of the tub, but neither cared. The tub was big enough to fit two grown furs (whoever had designed the crew quarters on Luminous had the visionary foresight, then, to realize that furs might use the tub for other things ... aside from simple washing). The overhead light was dim. Shadows were cast about the bathroom. Of her. Of him. And of their constant, little kisses. The groping of paws. How his paw went under the water. Went between her legs. How she would huff and arch at whatever he was doing under there ... oh, she was well aware of what he was doing, but ... with all the bubbles in the way, wasn't it more fun to play coy? She giggled at the notion, fumbling for him. Gripping him ... his mouse-hood. "Gotcha," she whispered. "You sneak," he accused. Smiling. "Gotcha, gotcha," she prattled. "Watcha gonna do?" Ooh, the batty bat, in the bubble bath, was brokering for control of this foreplay! His arm moved ... as he did something with his paw, with his fingers. She chittered, huffing. "Oh ... oh, that's ... that's ... " " ... what?" he wondered, nose on her soapy, bubbly neck. Breathing of her. Such a scent of cleanliness. "That's ... oh, well, I ... " A swallow. "Well, don't stop." "You still got me ... " "You want ME to stop, then?" "I didn't say that ... " "Good." A grin. A toothy, fang-showing grin. A slow down-and-up stroke. "Cause I wasn't going to." An exhale on his part. And a shy, eyes-darting smile. Well, they 'got' each other ... so, for now, they were even. "He's a wolf," said Doctor Kodiak. "I can see that. But WHO is he?" Wren asked. Ten minutes later. The pod retrieved, and it's occupant in sickbay. "Couldn't say. He's unconscious. Can you see that, too?" Wren squinted. "And, no, there was no data on the pod's computer ... to indicate his identity. But I CAN tell you," Kody said, smiling, "that he had red eyes and a great olfactory system." "Charming," Rella muttered. "Details, squirrel. Details," Kody said. "It's all in the details." "The details we most need ... are ones he can only give us verbally," Wren countered. "Can you wake him?" "He's out cold. Might send him into shock ... " The rabbit looked at his monitors. "Radiation poisoning. Slight concussion. He'll be down and out for a few days. But he'll recover." "I've quarantined the pod in the shuttle-bay," Rella said. "Posted a guard, even. I mean, after our past experiences ... I didn't want to take any chances." Wren nodded, pacing toward the farthest wall. Coming back. "Get Adelaide." "Why?" "She has telepathic abilities. She can look into his mind." Kody frowned, injecting, "That would be a violation of every ethical ... " "Don't speak to me," Wren interrupted, with surprising force, "about ethics." Kody glared. Wren looked away. Nodded at Rella. "Get her." Rella nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable. This was not the first time Wren had snapped at a member of his senior staff this week. They had moved beyond foreplay ... ... unfortunately, her comm badge hummed. Beep-beep. Beep ... "Oh ... oh," she panted. Intending to ignore the badge. But it wouldn't stop. But, then, neither would he ... oh, would he! In, out ... pulling back ... pushing! Mm, mm ... " ... mm!" Beep ... beep! A winged arm of hers, a soaking-wet, dripping paw ... haphazardly reached over the side of the tub. Fumbled for the comm badge. "What?" she said, nearly barking it. (Not from hostility, but ... from Field going to a hilt of her. She on her back in the water. His rump and tail exposed to the air, but his body and fur still soaking ... "Adelaide, we need you in sickbay. Now." The bat had been forced to pull her fangs from Field's neck (severing their direct link), to say, "Oh, oh ... um, well, um ... yeah? Now?" Damn squirrel! To be forced to pull her fangs out ... this close, so close ... it threw her off. She felt dazed. Not just from the pleasure, but ... from the need to see the link through. Her and her endlessly intricate sexual systems ... Whimper-squeaks on Field's part. He was in orgasm. Sowing, spurting ... shivering. And she put her free paw over his muzzle, trying to muffle the pleasure. "Now?" she asked again. Oh, now ... now ... her climax. Now! "Mm ... " She shivered, huffing ... "Yes, now," was Rella's voice. "Mm ... mm ... five minutes. Five minutes." "Okay," the squirrel's din-like voice (through the metal of the comm badge) said. Slowly. As if starting to figure out what was going on. The comm link deactivated, Adelaide dropped the badge and brought her winged arm back into the tub, sighing ... oh, melting! Into the water. Muzzle kept into the air. "Ohh ... oh. Mm," she moaned. "Hmm ... uhn," Field whimper-squeaked. Panting, panting ... Both of them hugging each other. Clinging. "You'll ... you'll come back?" he pleaded. He (of the mousey energy) could keep going ... "Bet your whiskers on it," she panted. "Keep the water warm," she said, loathing her departure. Loathing getting up. Loathing getting dressed (not bothering to dry). He, sitting in the tub, looking sweetly up at her, swiped gently at her foot-long, rudder-like tail. She flashed her fangs. He tilted his head, showing his neck. Giggling. "Don't ... move," she panted, scurrying out the bathroom door. Out of their quarters. To sickbay. Adelaide, five minutes after the call, came through the sickbay doors. Wearing a "don't-mess-with-me" expression. Pink fur matted with water. And smelling of bubbles and mouse. "This better be good," she announced. She was wearing one of Field's shirts (which she'd hastily thrown on) ... but it was only half-buttoned. Oh, her head suddenly hurt! When a 'biting' was interrupted, it gave the biter a headache. And, she of course, was the biter. It would go away when the bite was reinitiated and completed (seen through to climax). The bat was in her bare foot-paws. Field's clothes clung to her wet form. And ... "We need your mind," Wren told her. Kody, out of earshot, muttered with a chuckle, "Is that all?" But Adelaide heard the thought of it ... and cast him a glare. "What?" Kody whispered, grinning with mock-innocence. Wren continuing, "We found a wolf on a drifting shuttle-pod. He's hurt. He won't wake for another day or two, but I want to know who he is. Then we can cross-check his records in the furry database. He could be a refugee. Could be dangerous. We don't know." "Could be from the future?" Adelaide posed. Remembering their encounter with the shadow furs, who, it turned out ... had been led by Wren's future self. "Something like that." The bat took a few steps toward the wolf, who was on his back on a bio-bed. Half-covered by a blue sheet. Bare from the chest up. Chest rising and falling with every breath. Adelaide, soon looming over him, closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The other furs waited. Watching her. And though she felt their gazes on her fur, she didn't faze. Just said, "His name is Pyro." "Pyro?" "Like ... having to do with fire?" Kody asked. "I don't know. His name is Pyro," she repeated. "He was accompanied by two ... wasps," she whispered, "on the pod. There was an accident." "Accident?" Wren questioned. "Wasps?" asked Rella, concerned. "I can't elaborate. His mind is heavily layered." She blinked and stepped back, shaking her head a bit (as if to clear it). "He's been taught in telepathic evasion." "It takes years to learn that, doesn't it?" Rella asked. Adelaide just nodded. The wolf didn't seem that old. Perhaps he had honed the skill while young. But why? Why would he have needed to? "Adelaide?" "Mm?" She looked to Wren, blinking. "What else?" "Nothing else," she whispered. "Pyro. Was traveling with wasps ... " "But there were no wasps on the pod," Rella stated. "No remains of any, either. Unless they vaporized ... and we would've picked up trace molecules, if that were the case ... " "Wasps are highly xenophobic," Wren remembered (from what he'd read). "They're a collective species. They assimilate technology and ... life-forms. They carry poison in their stingers." Rella considered. "You think there are wasps in this system?" "I don't know ... " "The snow rabbits are fanatical about monitoring their borders. I don't even understand how this pod made it here," she repeated, sighing. Her nose and whiskers twitched. Her bushy tail jerked about. Too many questions. But, then, that was always the case. In any circumstance. And the answers, as sought after as they were, were never as satisfying as they needed to be. Not when it came to mysteries like this. "Am I done?" Adelaide asked. "You sure that's all? Nothing else you could reach?" Wren asked. Adelaide briefly hesitated. There had been ... something. An image. It had been an image ... of her. But it wasn't her, exactly. And she'd never met him, anyway. She didn't know this fur. But there was an image of a pink-furred bat in his subconscious. And she was dead. And what that meant ... she didn't know. Disturbed, she pushed the stray image away. "No, nothing else," she said, blinking. Rubbing her forehead weakly. She needed to bite! The urge to bite ... was pulsing. She HAD to finish her bite. "Can I go ... please?" "Alright," Wren said, sighing. "Well ... we'll call you if he wakes." "Yeah. Well ... I'm gonna be paws-deep in mouse, so ... if you need me again in the next few hours, leave a message." She went for the door. And the three conscious furs (the two squirrels and the rabbit) stared at the wolf. Wondering who he was. And if he was a harbinger of something even MORE mysterious. On the exterior of the ship, on the hull ... a stepping. A stepping. Spindly legs making no sound in the black, black void. Two wasps (somehow surviving in this vacuum) stalked along the saucer section of the ship ... peering into windows as they passed (but remaining unseen). Reaching a junction of access tubes. And boring into the hull. With stingers, with mandibles ... somehow, breaching the metal. Somehow, slithering, sliding into the air of the ship. Buzzing raspy buzzes. Speaking to each other in the darkened corridor (with its air now being vented into space). One of the wasps waggled his antennae. The wolf was in sickbay. That was their destination.

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Title: Part one- The woman by Lucid Dream Tags: Angel, Compassion \*\*\*\*As this is my first story on yiffstar please give me feedback. Love it, hate it, not care to much. I really dont care what the feedback. Oh and before i forget these are my characters so dont think of using them unless you ask me directly.\*\*\*\*\*\* Part 1: The woman The wolf was just trying to find his way. In this world of hate he had to portray himself as a recently turned fur to get a job. And what a job it was, the kitchen. What fun the training was, he had to get around the fact that he had paws when the tools of the trade were ment for human hands. A beutiful specimen, thats what the white coats said the day he was born. They all were amazed when he came out half human half furr. And for a time his parents hoped that the half furr would go away. But as time went on he changed for the other. His face always had been a snout, his fur was always that tarnished silver color, his hands changed to paws and his legs and feet changed to hind legs and paws. In this respect his parents were glad, they had heard of children who didnt change at all. They stayed the monstrosities that they were born as. Most of those poor souls took there own lives at they reached pubirty not knowing who or what they were. He didnt pitty them, he was glad they killed themselves. He was Darkside, a name that he never liked but it was the only thing that they could never take away. They took his family, his mother, his father, his human sister. All of the death was because of him. He tryed his hardest to save them but what could a child do agenst guns and specially trained men? For them his pirced his tounge, a dangerous thing for a furr, many ended swallowing there own tounges. And the wings he had tattooed on his back were for him, even though you couldnt see them under the fur. They always remined him of his place. "Get off of me," he heard someone screemed in the street, and in a second he saw a human female run down the street. Fallowing close behind her were three furrs. What a night this would be he thought to himself as he jumped out into the street in the way of the furrs. "Now what would upstanding members of the furr society be doing chasing a human?" He asked as he pulled his ears back. "Look its a human lover," one of the furrs sneared to his buddies. "What should we do with him," the very muscular badger asked his gang. The last didnt even say anything he just attacked. With that Darkside droped down and placed a paw right into his gut. With the position the cat fliped right over his attacker and landed with a thump on the ground. Darkside didnt wait to be attacked again he charged the wolf furr that was closest to him. Landing a solid hit right on the snout sending the wolf to the ground. The badger grabed him from behind and picked him up with a rawr. Darkside slamed his head back three or four times before the badger droped him and put his hands up to his face. Landing on the ground Darkside put his frount paws on the ground and with his powerful hind legs kicked the badger onto the sidewalk. Everything was going fine until the cat pulled a gun out of his belt and aimed it at Darkside. He fired off three rounds but they all hit air. He had jumped as the first shot was fired. In the air Darkside changed direction and landed on the cat that hadent thought to get up. This knocked the feline out and sent the gun into the air. Grabing the cursed weapon Darkside pulled the clip out. "Dont you know that these things kill people?" Out of the corner of his eye Darkside saw the wolf lunge at him. Bringing the gun down on his head he also knocked him out. The badger was a different story when he charged Darkside used the chambered bullet and put it in his head killing him instantly. When the woman returned she was fallowed by the police. They put the two that werent dead into handcuffs and questioned Darkside about what he had seen. After they left with the two in the back of a patrol car and the badger in a bodybag Darkside started serching the ground for something. "What are you looking for?" The woman asked. This startled him he thought that she had left with the cops. Without looking up," I droped something," and as soon as he said that he droped down to the ground and picked up the shell casing that had come out after he fired on the badger. The cops never cleaned up a crime scene if furrs were involved. They didnt much care. With the shell casing in hand Darkside started to walk down the street. "Wait," it was that damn woman agian. "Yes." Hugging him she wispered into his ear," Can you please walk me home, its just down the street but tonight I dont want to walk alone." Darkside steped out of her hug and thought for a moment. Why not she is alone and scared. On the other hand he already smelt like a human and would need to take a shower to get the stench off of him. He started to walk away but turned around," You coming or not?" He asked with a smile. What would it hurt he thought to himself. About five blocks later they reached her appartment. On the way he learned that her name was Maggie and that she was a waitress supprisingly enough at the same resterant that he worked at. She had been going out to get to work but she ran all the way there and called the police. "The maniger may be a jackass but he knows when to tell someone to just go home," she said with a laugh. As it turns out when she came running in she was babaling about what had happened and he had told her to just go home after the cops got done. "You want to come up?" She asked Darkside. And yet agian he said yes. Once inside she poured some drinks," I only got beer is that ok?" She asked him. "Beer is fine. What did they want with you anyway?" Giving him his beer she took a sip of her own,"I dont know, Im guessing that they wanted to mug me," she said curling up agenst him. She seemed not to care that he smelt horible his night had been tough on him. The next hour or so they talked of work, how the manigers were dicks, they watched some television some show with many cars exploding, not much plot to be figrued out. But when it came time for Darkside to leave she begged him to stay, she didnt want to be alone tonight. When he tryed to decline the offer she kissed him. Hard. She had no other way of saying thank you. He knew what was coming next and as she went to take off her shirt he stoped her," Not like this. You need to be comforted not fucked." With that she began to cry, she burried her head into his chest. He was begining to feel sorry for this beutiful little one. Humans he scoffed to himself in order to not pull her head out of his chest and finish what she started. They sat there most of the night like this. She felt so safe with him, and why shouldnt she, he had just saved her life had he not. It came at the expence of someone elses life, but she was alive. Darkside had one of his nightmares that night. He saw his parents being slaugtered right before his eyes. He saw there killers laugh as his father tryed in vain to protect them and get shot down like a dog. His mother had hidden him well, sometimes he wondered why she hid him and not his sister but there was nothing he could do about that now. In the morning he found himself waking up in someone elses bed. He sat up with a startled panic untel he remembered what had happened earlyer that night. He walked out of the bedroom and directly into the kitchen were Maggie was cooking something that smelt wonderful. "What you cooking?" She seemed startled. "I expected you to still be asleep," she said with a gigle," You have a nightmere or something you were shaking all night." "I did, but dont worry about it. Its nothing i cant handle," he said waking up to the stove. She turned around and gave him a kiss," What was that for?" He asked playfully. "You saved my life. Why not kiss you?" He knew she wanted to give him more but he had morals. Morals, he laughed to himself, I just killed someone and Im talking about morals, irony? After the most wonderful eggs he had ever eaten the two of them went and sat on the couch agian. And like last night she curled up next to him. She loved how she felt up agenst him even more now that he didnt have his shirt on. To her he felt powerful his semi-muscular body just felt right to her. And so it went for weeks. One could almost call it dating, he walked her to work and when she got done she waited for him and they walked back togeather. Days off were spent at the park or in the movies or just curled up with each other. "Maggie," Darkside over this time wanted to show her something but didnt think it right untel now," I want to show you my appartment." With that she almost fathfully fallowed him down another block and over the same. The building was an old hotel that the government had renovated to house the growing furr population. As they walked through the door it was like she walked into a whole differant world. The lights were dimmer than normal and there were furrs laying about everywere. She felt out of place somehow, she could hear the growles and rawrs from everywere. Darkside moved quickly up the stairs, two flights of them. And with a kick bust open the door to the hallway. Taking her by the hand he ran down the hallway. Half way down the hall he let go of her hand and jumped into the air, they had been going so fast that he still was moving forward and kicking in the air he hit the leapord that had just come out of one of the rooms holding something. The cat was knocked back and hit the wall. Pulling out his claws he attacked Darkside, slashing at him the cat couldnt seem to hit him. He kept ducking and weaving, and then Darkside saw his opening an exposed kidney, droping down tawords the floor he kicked hard and landed the blow. The cat was a theif not a fighter and ran after he got that kidney hit. Darkside picked up his belongings and took Maggie by the hand," You get the room you can keep." he told her taking her into his room. It felt more like a prison. The room was just a large box with only one window. The dresser had claw marks as did the bed frame. She hoped that they were from the battle to get the room by someone else. But what really got her eye was the shrine if you could call it that. Walking over to it she picked up something. It was the shell casing from that night. "Why did you keep this?" "You want to know how many ive killed look at the table," he lifted a knife,"This was my first. When you are young and stupid you tend to forget that you arent human. I walked into a resturant one night cause i was hungry, normal thing to do right. No, it was a human only restruant. After they through me out i waited for the boncer to get off of work. I guess i wasnt thinking cause I killed him. Then it hit me, what I had just done, and i got scared. I took this from the body." "There are five more other than the shell casing," she pointed out. Darkside heard something out in the hallway that made his head turn. Putting the knife in a sheath that Maggie hadnt notice before he grabed the sides of the cloth that the items were on and tied the top. Giving it to her he moved tawords the door. Suddenly the door bust open and a man came running in with an MP5. Darkside grabed the gun before he could start firing and pulled it down and away from the man. With a kick he knocked the man out. Darkside quickly checked the weapon. Good to go he thought to himself," Come on we have to go." "Whats going on?" "I will tell you when we are safe, stay low when the shoting starts and no matter what get out of the building." Darkside ran out of the room with her fallowing close behind. Staying low Darkside pulled the door to the stairs open and fired three rounds. Pulling her down the stairs they made it to the ground floor. Again he pulled open the door and fired three rounds as low as she could go they moved to the door. Once on the street they moved down a block and then turned and made it to her appartment. Ditching the weapon near the hotel after pulling the clip out he held the knife ready untel they were in her appartment. When they were safe she pulled him close,"What was that all about?" "Strike team, keeps the rooms always moving. Tenant control? Who knows who cares." Pulling out one of the bullets that he had taken from the gun," Blanks. Not meny of us know this but if they really need to they have a pistol that has real bullets in it. That gun is for scare factor. But if they had found you there he wouldnt have come in with that." "Why do i get the feeling that you just saved my life agian?" Shrugging his shoulders,"Cause i just did?" They both had a good laugh at that. "I was going to ask you in my appartment but here is fine. I would like you to date me. I wanted to wait untel the shock from that night had gone but you saw what just happened." She jumped into his arms, she was waiting for this moment she had grown to love him. She had met him that night and needed someone to stay with her, but now she didnt want to be without him. Not just because she felt safe with him, that helped, but she really did love him. She kissed him but it wasnt one of her normal thank you kisses this one was from her heart.

FSE

Title: Sisterly rivialry by Kaze Tags: Brother, Incest, M/F, Oral, Sisters, Story Progression, Vaginal Chapter one. *Ginger sighed as she fixed her uniform, her head fur was short fitting her "tomboy" look in a way, her amber eyes looked her self over and nodded to her reflection. Down the hall was Jeniffer, she made sure her long headfr was brushed straight and she conted each stroke, her silky black headfur clashed with her silver fur. Her baby blue eye soft at first sight, she smiled to herself as she fixed her favorite baby blue ribbon in her headfur.* *Downstairs was the youngest of all three, Alexander being the only one who had jet black fur. All three timber wolves and were proud of it. Alexander standing six feet two inches, Ginger five foot eight inches and Jeniffer five feet eleven inches. Both Ginger and Jeniffer had silver fur from their mother and jet black headfur from their father. Alexander looked more like their father, big and stronge. But don't let that fool you he had a big heart and listened to anything either of his sisters told him.* *Jeniffer and Ginger walked down stairs to get ready for school, all three in highschool and Jeniffer made sure they all left at the same time. She first had to make breakfast and smiled seeing Alex sitting there, tiredl drinking his coffee his ears low and his eyes focused on the mahgony table.* *"Alex, can you please help me make breakfast?" Jeniffer asked with her soft voice.* *"Yeah sure." Alex replied with out hesitating.* *Ginger nudged Alex and smirked.* *"Always jump p for her." She said with a teasing tone.* *"Get off it Gingy." Alex said.* *Ginger sighed as she sat down and tok Alex's coffee and sipping it with a mrr, he always made the coffee just right. Not to stronge but not weak. He even made sre to measure out the suger and french vanilla cream out just right. She smiled holding the cup with both paws, sh watched as her older sister and younger brother made breakfast like a team.* *Jeniffer smiled as she fried up the scrambled eggs while Alex watched the bacon and sausages sizzle on the frying pan, when Jeniffer reached over flipping the bacon making sre it didn;t burn. Alex blinked snapping out of his half haze of sleep and apologized. Jeniffer just shook her head and smiled softly, she gave him a nuzzle to his cheek coaxing a murr from him. Ginger saw this and growled to herself as she got up and nudged Alex rather roughly.* *"I finished the coffee can you make another cup for me?" Ginger grinned.* *Alex grunted and blinked as he nodded, he sighed as he poured the cp and made sure to put one scoop of sugar and just a tad of french vanilla in, stirring it he took a sip himself and handed it to Ginger.* *"There, next time just ask. You don;t need to shove me." Alex said sternly.* *"Hmph! Well, Jeniffer gets all your attention. What about me?" she scoffed.* *Alex blinked and arched a brow and jst gave her a look, he shook his head and went back to cooking. Only to find Jeniffer having it all ready on three plates with toast and orange juice. Alex and Ginger grabbed theirs and sat down, all three sat at their usual places. Alex in the middle, Ginger and Jeniffer at each end.* *As they all ate, jeniffer couldn't help but spot a spec of dust on Alexander's school jacket. She got up and began to wip it off with a hand held lint brush, as Alex looked over she blushed and cleared her throat finishing up. Putting the lint brush back in her jacket pocket. Ginger seemingly glared at Jeniffer as she finished her breakfast withh Alex and went over with her plate following him. Once they both got there, Ginger smiled and nudged him with her hips pushing him out of the way.* *Alex sighed as he shook his head and as he turned around he roughly kicked her rump like a brother would, making Ginger yelp and blush hard as she was pressed at the counter. Unlike her older sister she enjoyed being roughly handled. But the yelp made Alex trn uickly and make sure she was okay.* *"Oh shit! Gingy I'm sorry!" He said as he walked over to make sure he didn;t hurt her too much.* *Ginger just nodded as she walked away bumping her shoulder with his, trying to hide her blush. Alex blinked and sighed as he turned around and yelped himself bumping into Jeniffer. Both fumbled grabbing the plate and cup as they did, bending over caused them to bump heads.* *"Ow!" Jeniffer whimpered pulling back holding her forhead.* *"**Fuck..."Alex said holding his eye.* *Ginger just giggled and shook her head with a roll of her eyes, she grabbed her shoulder bag and tossed Jeniffer's to her. Casing her to yelp again catching her book bag and lowered her ears, checking to see if her brother was okay. Alex nodded and winced as she licked over the tiny cut, this time he blushed and Jeniffer covered her mouth and went wide eyed. She walked away with out a word.* *Alex sighed walking with his friends, as they laughed talking about their girlfriends and the party at the lake. One fox bragged about how both his girlfriends got so drunk and fought over who got to blow him. Another wolf who was laughing loudly due to his lion side from his father as he pushed the fox over. Alex looked over and shoved him for that.* *"Leave him alone Jericho, just because you can't satisfy a girl. Dosn't mean you can bg him for having two." Alex smirked.* *Jericho didn;t like that and stood up straight and glared at Alex as he balled his fists up and growled. Alex stared back blankly as if waiting for it, but the smallest of the group a mouse stood in the smal golden brown mouse boy sueaked.* *"Stop! Jericho you know alex can take you. He passed his martial arts faster than you did, you know that! Your just a green belt after all." Feild squeaked out of bravery and fear.* *Jericho snarled and trned walking away with a huff, the other four just snerked as they walked with alex to school.* *Ginger sighed boringly as her teacher went on about the ancestory habits of incest and marrage to one another to keep the blood line "pure". She stared off into the center feild and daydreamed about her usual thing, her and Alex eating lunch and talking like she wanted. But Alex and Jeniffer seemed to have a better connection and always did things for her.* *She was snapped out of her daydream by the teacher calling her name, she gasped and blushed hard as she mutter out softl.* *"Wh-what?" She said looking around.* *" I asked you what was the main reason these ancestial tribes slept with their own family members instead of betrothing their first born like the other tribes." Mr.white asked.* *Ginger just stared blankly at the old husky as if she was asked a scientific question, Mr.White just sighed and asked another student. She let out a breath getting off easy like that and focused on her work after that, she blushed though as her mind raced towards more erotic thoughts about Alex after relizing how he looked with out a shirt on. She gasped as she was nudged from behind, her best friend Stacy who was a tabby cat.* *"Thinking of your life long crush again?" She whispered.* *"No!" Ginger whispered back.* *Stacy just giggled softly as she went back to work with a roll of her eyes, Ginger blushed hotly as she rubbed her thighs together and went back to her work. Idly she would doodle Alex's name and sigh softly, thinking to herself of what she could do to get his attention more.* *Jeniffer quietly mixed the cake batter in the bright orange bowl, her white apron hung down to her knees and she grunted softly as she made sure to mix it proporly. Other students used electric beaters, she was the only one to use the hand held one. She was brought up by their late mother tobaking was made with heart and soul, so she made sure to mix it right.* *She winced as she noticed her batter was a bit thick and added a tad of water into the thick chocolate mix. She smiled as she finished up and poured the batter into the cake pan, she carefully moed the bowl back and fourth making sure the batter spread proporly.* *"I wonder if Alex would like some chocolate cake after dinner tonight?' She thought to herself.* *She smiled as she looked over the recipe to memorize it for him as her own cooked and she smiled to herself, knowing already what to make now once she got home. As she cleaned up her tools and put them away other students just laughed and talked about their weekend.* *\----lunch----* *Ginger sighed as she sat with her brother watching him as she ate her noodles and rice. Alex however made his usual steak and onion sandwhich with bar-b-q sauce, or rather what Jeniffer always made him. Jeniffer her self ate a dainty salad and chicken sipping a cold water. She snorted as she drank her soda and wipped her mouth with her sleeve, Alex took huge bites of his sandwhich and idly played a game of solitare on his iphone 4 taking a drink of his coffee.* *Jeniffer looked up smilling to herself as she noticed how her younger brother ate his sandwhich murring to his perfectly cooked steak. She loved her brother like a wife would a husband, making sure he was happy and satisfied with everything. She blushed knowing how much she loved her little brother and would do anything for his affection.* *Alex murred idly as he ate his lunch and played his game cursing to himself when ever he lost.* *Ginger arched her brow as she leaned over and watched his game over his shoulder, she smiled and rested her chin on his shoulder.* *" Three of hearts, ten of spades and queen of clubs." She said softly knowing all to well he hated that.* *"yeah I know Ginger." Alex muttered and put the cards over, he bumped his shoulder causing Ginger to pull back.* *She sighed as she lowered her ears and walked away after finishing her lunch and went to her next class. She hid her face not wanting either of them to see the tears build p in her eyes, she sniffled once away and wiped her yes of those pesky tears.* *Jeniffer smiled to Alex as they finished together, she closed her novel about to make her way to the next class she blinked and grabbed Alex's shoulder. Making him blink and he wide eyed as she leaned in slowly and her tongue lapped out to the side of his lips.* *As if time slowed down, Alex froze stiff, he watched as she leaned in and her soft tongue slide over his lips causing his entire spine to tingle upwards. Jeniffer thought nothing as she licked those lips of his, her own heart froze midbeat as she soon tasted bar-b-q sauce and lifted her tongue off his lips. Alex stared in pure shock, Jeniffer blushed and rushed off to class.* *Alex stood there dumbfonded and he blinked a few times, soon shook his head and cleared his throat walking to his next...oh wait....free block, damn. Alex sighed as he shrugged his shoulders and decided to just stroll through school, he put his paws into his pant pockets and unbuttoned his jacket revealing his black shirt. Which to the untrained eye would seem he was shirtless, hell he might just get away with that too.* *Ginger sat on the stairway sniffling, she wipped her eyes as she stared into her notebook, there, on the back of the cover wasa picture of her and Alex laughing as he picked her up by her waist. Her in her bikini and giggling loudly as she was lifted from the water only to splash back in. It was her only photo of just her and Alex, now-a-days Jeniffer is there at his side, her casted out to the side.* *Ever since their mother and father passed away in the landslide that took out their car, launching them out over a sheer drop to the bottom of the mountian. Jeniffer stood up as the motherly figure and made sure Alex was taken care of, her as well....but she seemed to ask Alex if this was okay, or can you help me do this. All the while she fought to get her brother's affection again.* *"Gingy? What are you doing?" Alex said as he stood infront of her.* *"Gah! N-nothing!" Ginger yelped.* *"Yeah sure, like your not playing hooky." Alex said as he looked to her.* *"I'm not....I got a free block this year." She said sarcasticaly.* *"Huh, well so do I. I tried getting into that advanced computer class." Alex said looking across the center feild at the computer class.* *Ginger looked up shocked, she was atleast two years older then him, that class was for eleventh grade, he tried getting into that?* *"Wow, really? I was spposed to take that class but I took p martial arts...but they were full." Ginger sighed closing her notebook and wiping her tears away making sure he didn;t see.* *"Hmm, well that takes alot. Practice and dicipline." Alex smirked.* *Ginger rolled her eyes and nudged him, only this time she leaned in and laid her head on his shoulder. Alex blinked and looked over and gave a confused look to her.* *"What?" Ginger asked.* *"Your acting strange...." Alex said as he put his arm around his sister and hugged her close. " But I enjoy it when your being all nice and not bugging me." He chuckled.* *Ginger jst rolled her eyes and just closed her eyes enjoying how she was finally with Alex alone for once, she murred and hugged him tight. Nuzzling her cheek into his shoulder, she smiled inhaling his scent and blinked freezing seeing Alex just stare at him like a new born pup tilting his head.* *"What?!" She yelped pulling away.* *"What are you doing?" he asked confused.* *"Nothing okay! I just smelt that steak on you!" She barked and pushed him away.* *Alex blinked and shrugged as he shook his head and opened the door to the center feild, he looked back and nodded his head for her to follow. Ginger blinked and followed with him, unsre what was going on. Alex smirked as he walked ahead of her and down a path that lead to another door to the large front entrance lounging room. She blinked as she noticed him sit down in one of the leather chairs and he huffed with a sigh.* *Ginger walked to one of the couches and laid there with a murr putting her note book over her face. Soon both fell asleep for a nice afternoon nap.* *Jeniffer sighed as she had the afternoon off due to her teacher being sick, she huffed as she walked home...alone. She lowered her ears and unlocked the front door and hung her bag up, she looked to the clock, only twelve forty-five. What was she gunna do al afternoon? She sighed again and walked upstairs and grabbed the laundry hamper and began to collect the laundry.* *\--three pm----* *"Come on man, its the last game of the year. You can't miss this, besides you know Angel will be upset your not there." Feild said.* *"I know dude, but I need to get home and study. I will see what I can do." Alex sighed.* *"What you can do about what?" Ginger said walking over to her brother and the mouse.* *Feild squeaked and swallowed hard as he stuttered a response to his friends older sister, who he was terrfied of because she use to pick on him untill Alex became his friend.* *"n-nothing! J-just a h-hockey game..."Feild muttered as he was ready to just fall over dead.* *Ginger smirked and leaned forward and gave a look to Feild, making the mouse feel even more uncomfortable as he stood still frozen. Ginger giggled and shrugged.* *"Okay." She said standing up.* *Feild let out a breath he didn;t relie he was holding and fell back onto a banister behind him and he felt his legs begin to shake. Alex blinked as he shook his head and looked outside seeing it was begining to snow, he smiled as he spotted the first snow flake float down to his nose. Making him scrunch his nose up and sneeze, he chuckled and blinked as Ginger ran out past him taking his coat he had and wrap it arond her shoulder.* *"Come on brother! There should he hot cocoa when we get home!" She yelled back.* *'Dude just remember about the game okay?" Feild said as he got into his car.* *"Yeah man, I will." Alex said as he began to walk out just in his school uniform shirt and pants.* *As Alex walked off with his sister, Feild sighed to himself as he knew somethign was up with his sisters. They cling to him and make sure he is well taken care of. Feild blinked and shook his head of the thought, their parents passed away about a year ago. It was only normal they turned to each other for comfort.* *Alex sighed as he walked with his sister and blinked coming up to the house to only see Jeniffer walking out with her uniform only.* *"Oh! Ginger, Alex. There is hot cocoa on the table and Alex could you fold the laundry for me" Jeniffer asked with a smile.* *"uh, yeah alright." Alex responed.* *Jeniffer gave a nod and smiled walking away to get some stff for her cake and dinner.* *"She said "for me"." Ginger said with a nudge to his arm.* *"Let it go Gingy." Alex sighed walking into the house.* *Ginger sighed as she watched him walk in, she shook her hed and walked in after him. Alex sighed as he took a nice warm towel from the dryer after grabbing his hot cocoa and sat on the floor to fold the laundry. He took a sip of his cocoa and began to fold the laundry, he blinked as he came across a black thong.* *"Guh! What is this cloth....it can;t be Jen's.no...Ginger? What if it is Jen's?" Alex thought to himself as a flash of Jen wearing only this.* *"You pervert!" Ginger kicked Alex over the head.* *Alex grunted as he held his bleeding nose and looked over his shoulder and winced in pain.* *"Those are mine, bt if you want I can give them to you now?" She smirked.* *Alex blinked as he sat in his bed back to the wall he groaned and swallowed hard as his sister Ginger licked up his shaft and suckled the head. She gasped and rubbed at the head softly and lapped at his shaft some.* *"Its okay for brother to touch me, he can be rough with me and even let it out in my mouth." Ginger siad as she lapped at his cock head.* *Alex blinked and swallowd hard as he closed his eyes, grabbed his sisters head and began pumping her head up and down on his shaft. Ginger gasped and moaned as she was forced to take her brothers throbbing cock into her mouth, she blushed hotly and her eyes glazed over as she moaned hotly around his shaft. Her saliva drooled out the sides of her mouth, her tongue poked out nder her brothers cock and grinded into the underside of his shaft.* *Alex moaned and panted hotly as he laid his head back feeling his sisters mouth suck at his cock, her tongue grind into the underside of his cock, causing him to shiver as he felt the delightful tickle sensation he got from that tongue. He moaned as he grunted and suddenly his cock throbbed and a thick spurt of his seed filled his sisters mouth. Ginger gasped and was about to pull off but winced as her brother held her down, her cheeks began to fill and she swallowed. A shddr ran down her spine and she moaned as she began to swallow hungrily at his saly cum, soon she pulled off and licked her lips as she swallowed down what was left, panting with a smile.* *"I sure hope dear brother isn't satisfied with just this?" She grined leaning forward her rump in the air her skirt hiked up showing her red and black lace thong."Hey, let's do it." She said with a lustful hunger.* *Alex blinked and pulled away and sat at the edge of his bed.* *"We should stop this.."Alex said alittle nervous.* *"You would have done it with Jeniffer woudn't you?" Ginger said.* *"Wha! What do you mean by that?!" Alex said looking back only to see Ginger's eyes tearing up.* *"You and Jeniffer have gotten so close. You left me on the side lines and now I don;t know what to do to get your affection anymore." Ginger said sitting up fighting back her tears.* *Alex swallowed hard as he reached out griving his sister a hug best he could, shakingly. Ginger blinked as she sat there, her brother hgging her shakingly* *"I alwasy thought you hated me, becase after mom and dad passed away you grew distant. I always thought you were bugging me to get on my nerves." He smiled.* *"So, do you want to?" Ginger asked.* *"well since your so cute." Alex said.* *Ginger blinked and pushed him back and straddled his lap, she growled and pressed him down on the bed and smirked.* *"Don't talk back to me, becase if you talk back." She groaned as she pressed her tong cover mound into his cock, but reached down and moved her thong to the side and uickly buried her brothers cock into her folds."Unnng! this will happen!" She moaned loudly.* *"Ung! Gingy you okay?" Alex sat up t make sure.* *"I'm fine." She said quickly. "Now tease your sister, take your revenge on your sister for so many months." She moaned as she undid her top showing her matching bra underneath.* *Ginger moaned as she felt him thrust up casing her to bounce on his dick and she panted and moaned loudly her small c cup breasts bounce with in her bra. Alex leaned forward and licked along her clevage and moaned as he kept bucking his hips upward. She moaned loudly holding his head to her chest and nibbled his ear, making him groan and buck harder.* *She moaned louder as he grabbed her rump for levrage and lift her up only to slam her back down, her hips smacking with his and she gasped and moaned cutely. Her juice leaking over his cock and sac, dripping to the bed her fold tingling like crazy as she groaned into his ear.* *Alex panted hotly as he nibbled her breast gently as he bucked up each time he pulled her back down, the bed sueaking loudly and their hips, oh their hips smacked nice and loud. Moaning could be heard down the stairs and a pair of silver fur ears perked as she began to walk up those stair.* *Ginger panted hotly and held on for dear life as she felt her brother tense p and gave on final thrst making them both moan and his seed spurted out into her tunnel. She squeled hotly and fell back off her brothers cock causing the cum to ooze out from her folds onto his bed. Both panted and looked down as she was leaking his seed, she smiled and nuzzled his cheek.* *"Alex....Ginger.."Jeniffer said from outside his room.* *Alex froze in place and went wide eyed, he went stiff as Ginger hugged him and smiled holding up her fingers, Her index finger and middlw with a smug look on her face. Jeniffr blinked and glared as she walked into the room and growled for the first time.* *Alex! I need to talk to you." She growled.* *Alex swallowed hard as he now laid on his bed with Jeniffer in his lap with her d cup breasts his cock sandwhiched between them. He swallowed as she moaned softly, taking the head of his cock in her mouth and suckled gently.* *"Unng...Jen...i'm!" He grunted spurting a load already his sensitive cock unable to hold back the next climax.* *Jen moaned and swallowed the load with a murr, she crawled up and grinded her mound to his cock. She panted softly nuzling his cheek.* *"Mmm, brother I've always wanted you/" She panted as her brothers cock slipped under her purple silk pantie and fond its way between her folds, coaxing a moan.* *She grinded harder and panted as she reached down and postioned his cock and gsped feeling him sink in. Alex gasped himself and took hold of her hips and began to frantically thrust up and moaned as he pounded his way up into his sisters folds. Jeniffer moaned out and shivered as she braced herself with his shoulders and let him have his way with her.* *"Oh! Brother's thing is inside of me!" She moaned out.* *Alex and jen began to moan and thrust into each other, switching postions quickly to doggy and she panted hotly, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, alex hanched over her and panting loudly as he pounded his eldests sisters neithers. Soon after ponding his hips into hers Jen moaned hotly and panted as her uices sirted her climax hitting her making her moan loudly, Alex winced and gave a final thrst bring his cock deep and thick ropes of his cum flooded her womb.* *\----Reality----* *"I'm okay...I can keep going..." Alex mutter in his bed, ice bag on his head.* *"I didn;t relized I kicked him that hard, honest." Ginger said sitting in her brothers desk chair.* *"Ohh, poor thing left him in this state." Jeniffer said as she sat by his bed on her knees.* *Alex was unconsious and his cock throbbed under his thick blankets, dried blood in his muzzle from his head hitting the floor boards. He muttered things and had a goofy smile on his face, his ears twitching idly as well.* *Later that evening Alex laid with his head in jeniffer's lap, she stroked his head softly with a smile.* *"All better dear brother?" She asked softly.* *"Yeah...just a little headache." He muttered.* *"Oh come on, I didn;t kick you that hard!" Ginger said from the kitchen leaning on the stainless steel fridge door.* *Alex jst sighed and shook his head as he laid there eyes clsed another ice pack on his head.* *"Aren't you gunna be late for your game?" Ginger asked.* *Alex blinked jumping up, off the couch running past the kitchen.* *"Damn it!" he mttered and quickly got changed.* *Jeniffer and Ginger blinked as he left in a hurry, Jeniffer sighed as she got up and finished off cooking dinner. Letting his cool down she and Ginger finished up the laundry.* *"What game was he late for?" Jeniffer asked.* *"Some hockey game, turns out his fiend was trying to get him on a date." Ginger said as she took the damp clothes and hung them up.* *"D-date?" Jeniffer blinked as she held the small plastic scoop, accdentily knocking over the box of detergent into the washer. "Oh no! What do I do now?" She whimpered.* *Ginger giggled softly as she hung up the last of the clothes.* *later that night* *Alex sighed as he shook his head to the female cheetah.* *"I'm sorry Angel i can't go over to your place tonight. I need to study I got a test monday." Alex sighed feeling bad.* *"oh...o-okay." Angel said with a blush lowering her ears.* *Alex sighed and gave her cheek a quick kiss, she gasped holding her cheeka nd turning away holding the rose in her paw she had gotten from him and giggled hiding behind her freidn who was a mare.* *"See you guys monday." Alex said as he ran back home.* *Alex sighed as he opened the front door and walked in slowly, he didn;t want to wake up his sisters. He blinke dpassing the kitchen seeing a light on, he looked in and saw Jeniffer who had stayed up drinking her wine. He blinked and walked over to the table and sat down.* *"jen you okay?" He asked.* *Jeniffer looked p with her glazed over eyes and smiled, she nodded to him.* *"yes I am fine, would you like a cup?" She asked with a smile.* *Alex blinked and shook his head, he didn;t drink due to his seven months of alcohol addiction that took him half a ear to over come after his parents passing away. Jen nodded as she finished her cup and stood up, she was wearing a thick wool sweater that came down her shoulders, across her chest and she smiled.* *"Lets go to bed." She said.* *Alex nodded grabbing the bottle and pouring the rest into the sink and walked upstairs to help his sister but she shook her head and hugged him closely.* *"I want to sleep with you tongiht, please." She whimpered.* *"o-okay."Alex said and walked to his room, he had taken their parents room and he helped Jeniffer into the bed and tucked her in. He walked aroun anf climbed into the other side.* *Jen smiled and cuddles up close to him, pressing her breasts into his back nuzzling the back of his neck. Alex blinked as he froze and swallowed hard, he idn;t move.* *"Oh..brother cant be asleep already?" She mumbled to her self and whimpered.* *She sighed and held him close as she soon snaked her paw down between her legs and gasped rubbing her pantie covered mound. She moaned softly as she pressed her breasts more into his back as she pushed her finger into her mound more.* *Alex's ears perked and he blinked as he swallowed hard, she was touching herself with him in the bed too. He winced as he felt his member harden quickly and he gasped feeling his sisters paw reach down and she moaned as she turned him over.* *"oh, brother you can't let that stay there." she moaned as she went down and pulled his boxers off and his cock sprung out making her gasp and llick over it slightly.* *Alex grunted and covered his face with his arm nervous and embarrassed as his sister hungrily suckd his cock and bobed her head. She pulled off and pulled her panties off and laid on her side with a smile presenting her rump and drooling sex.* *"Brother doesn;t find me attractive?" Jen said with a whimper.* *"n-no....not like that...just.."He was at a lost of words as he couldn;t help but take hold of his sisters lush hip and push his cock in.* *Jen gasped her breasts bouncing out from her sweater and she moaned as she felt him begin to thrust in and out. He lened forward and they kissed hungrily at each other as they made love, he picked up speed forcing Jen to gasp and get onto all fours and pant and moan.* *"ohh! Brother! Fill your sister up like she was yours!" she moaned out hotly.* *Alex only growled as he began to rut his sister hard, forcing her lushes D breasts to bounce in his sight and he moaned as he leaned down taking a nipple in his mouth and suckling softly. Another moan escaped jen's mouth as she held his head to her breast as she angled her hips for each thrust. She panted hotly as she felt her brother stuf her over and over.* *"you can;t do this with any other woman..Alex....yo can;t." She moaned a out as she sat up and held his head over her shoulder as he suckled her nipple.* *Ginger yawned as she got up for a midnight snack, she opened the fridge taking a water bottle and took a drink, she blinked as she noticed the wine bottle and sighed as she swallowed her gulp of water. her ears perked hearing the squeaking of a bed and arched a brow walking upstairs and stopped at Alex's bedroom door. She gasped outside his door seeing Jeniffer and Alex, mating! She scratched her claws down the wall as she watched them moan and kiss, their hips meeting one another.* *Ginger teared up as she watched the two and swallowed down the knot in her throat as she turned away and ran to her room closing the door and mping nto her bed as she began to cry. Jeniffer and Alex panted damp with sweat as they laid there tired and dozed off.* *End chapter one.*

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Title: paintball 'n' Yiff: Disruption by Tekalah Tags: M/F, Oral, Tie, Vaginal, Vixen, Wolfox Paintball 'n' Yiff Disruption Nero picked up the phone dialing Karyn's cell number humming a tune to himself. It rang a few times before an audible rustling followed by Karyn's dear voice. "Hello Nero honey what's up?" She asked. Nero paused a second before answering her. "I was wandering if you'd like to come over later tonight or tomorrow and stay for a nice breakfast?" He asked, tapping the desk the phone set on. "Hmmm...depends: what's on the menu?" She asked with a laugh, she flicked a few stray strands of long brown hair out her face and twirled another lock of hair with a finger. "I'm thinking home made crapes, whipped cream, cherries, and some coffee." Nero paused for a second. "You know you can't escape the possibility of strawberry crapes made by me." He added, with a bit of a funny lisp. He knew she loved it when he said something like that. She laughed quietly, her pure laugh made shivers run up and down his spine every time he heard it. "You got it wolfie boy." She paused before adding. "Anything else on your mind?" Nero smiled to himself. "Yes indeed I do: Could you make it over here tonight?" He asked hoping she could, it was the weekend and he always loved to talk to her then so they could make plans. She laughed softly again, "Yes Nero I believe I can...besides..." She said, blushing heavily Nero smiled. "'Besides' what?" He asked already knowing the answer. She sighed almost inaudibly, "I've been....well wanting to be a bit 'cuddly' with you..." Nero smile grew a bit sly after hearing that. "Really? Well, I think we can make that all better..." He said tapping the wooden desk. "Ok, Nero I'll be there soon, talk to you then. Bye, bye." Nero said his good bye to her and she hung up. Nero sighed happily; this really was love he was feeling. Even though he couldn't tell himself it: He secretly liked the fact that her parents hated him with a passion. It made the relationship feel more...daring. It was less then thirty minutes before Karyn arrived at Nero's house. She was dressed in her normal green tank top and blue jeans. Nero was at the door before she had parked her car waiting for her, she strode up the door. She had a strange gait, but a lovely one: her hips swayed in a manner that made just about everyone stop and stare as she walked by. Nero hated that but he had grown used to it, and by now no one ever did it at the college. Nero smiled as she made her way to the door. "Hello baby, glad you could make it." He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek that she entered, and they walked back into the house, Nero closing the door behind them. Karyn stopped just inside the doorway, turning back to Nero smiling slyly. Nero stopped dead in his tracks, and contemplated why she looked at him so: It didn't take long to figure out why she was smiling as she grabbed him and pulled the wolf fox mix to her kissing him. Nero slid his arms around her waist as she pulled him along with her into the living room, then into the hallway. Nero didn't need to get a whiff of her aroused scent, to know that she was lusting for him. Her sexual drive had went into over drive after that fateful night only a week ago, but Nero had kept it out of their way, so that they had less of a chance to destroy their flowering relationship. They spun in the hallway as they embraced each other in an explosion of passion that had crept up on Nero's senses and took over. Karyn bumped Nero into the wall, once, before getting to the bed room door which stood open. She slightly pushed him into the room and tipped him over on the bed, raising her legs to a near ninety degree angle as she continued her kiss with him. Thoughts ran through the young vixen's mind: Tonight is going to be better, he treated me so well, and this tonight is his pay back. She thought to herself, licking at his neck affectionately. Her train of thought was broken as she felt him to begin fumbling with her bra strap and green top. She grinned slightly laughing softly in his ear. "Right now Nero, your mine..." She said, lowering herself down his body. Nero's reply was simple, he grinned with closed eyes patting her on the head, "Yes Ma'am." Were his only words as her scent made him paralyzed in thrill. Nero snapped out of his thrill induced paralyzation(That isn't a word this says.) as he felt Karyn begin unbuttoning his pants as he lay there. He felt a tugging after she had gotten them undone and was trying to pull them down. He rose up slightly and felt his garments pulled free of his body. Karyn smiled evilly this time, as she looked over his grey and black sheath a slight little red pit pocked out the top of the sheath, showing that Nero was indeed enjoying this. Nero jumped slightly as he felt an odd, yet pleasuring feeling. He propped himself up slightly and looked down at Karyn's prone figure she smiled cupping his balls in one hand and using the other, along with her tongue to massage his sheath. Nero groaned and lay back on the bed. Karyn felt his knot begin to form at the base of his sheathed member; she began to pull back his pretty black and grey sheath and exposed his red member to its hilt. She replaced her hand on the organ and started pumping up and down at a slow pace erecting a growl from Nero's throat. She giggled for a reason even she didn't know: moving her hand to under his knot she leaned forward and licked his cockhead, licking down his length and circling his knot. She moved her head back to the top of his cock and began to take the tender meat in her mouth. Nero shuttered as she did these acts and only managed a few groans. Karyn slid her muzzle down his length until his knot hit her nose and pulled back up, sucking softly. Nero went up with her retreating warmth, but Karyn put her hands on his legs keeping him from humping into her mouth as she sucked at his member. He was still for a moment, but only that as he soon shook from pleasure as a bit of pre made its way out of his cock and flew to the back of her throat. She stopped suddenly and he could feel her swallow. "Mmm, Nero you taste good." She said without taking her muzzle off of his member. "I think I want some more." She added and started sucking again, hard. The young vixens head bobbed up and down on Nero's hard cock, she used her free hand to cup his balls again, and began massaging them with equal pressure, but gently. Nero put a hand on her head and rubbed between her ears moaning. "Gawd...Karyn, please don't stop." He managed. Karyn took at as a sign to finish him off here and now. She sucked even harder then before at his cock using her index and thumb to pump the short distance between the back of his knot and his sheath. Nero yelped loudly gripping the sheets tightly in his hands as she slipped her tongue around his knot, feeling himself about to cum. His warning to her was cut off before it started as he ripped his hands off of the sheets and grabbed her ears tightly shooting his cum into her mouth in four long, pulsing spurts, before she pulled up out of his grasp only to be met with a fifth and final spurt onto her muzzle and cheek. To Nero's surprise: she wasn't mad a bit surprised, but she looked happy, she crawled up his body and laid down on him, lovingly licking his chest, neck and muzzle. Nero pulled himself up to her wrapping his arms around her kissing her deeply. After a few moments the two broke their bond, Karyn fell asleep on top of Nero, He followed soon behind her in the afterglow. The alarm clock woke them up again, though this time they didn't mind it was Saturday. Karyn had rolled off of him and was looking into his eyes; hers seemed to gleam in the morning sun that drifted in through the widow. Nero Smiled lovingly at her, placing a hand on her head and scratching one of her ears. "Hey sweetheart, sleep well?" Nero asked, leaning forward and kissing her on the lips. Karyn grabbed him into a hug after the kiss broke. "I slept well," she paused for a second, "And judging from your growls you slept well to." She smiled wickedly at him, and got out of bed. She stretched and took her shirt off which she had left on, and unclasped her bra, holding it up she turned back to Nero. "I'm going to shower real fast ok, I smell a lot like you sex and that's all we need is my mom 'n' dad to smell that and this relation ships over." She said with a shudder. Nero pulled his arms up and rested his head on his palms propping his head up a bit more. "Yeah, that wouldn't be the best thing for two lovers." He waved at her and winked as she disappeared into the bathroom. Karyn sighed happily as she finished undressing and turning the shower on, she sipped a bit of scope just in case a shower wasn't enough and stepped in when the water was warm enough. The water beaded down her back and matted the fur down; she turned around looking for a shampoo bottle, but frowned when her eyes lit upon a lone bottle of AXE shower gel. She grabbed it and washed up she wandered why this stuff smelled so good on Nero, but didn't do to much to her own scent, but it washed away all signs on the nights small romp. She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower chamber into a now steam filled bathroom, and grabbed a towel and dried off the best she could. She opened the door after getting dressed and was met with the smell of strawberry crapes wafting into the room from the kitchen. She walked into the Kitchen pulling her long brown hair into a make-shift pony-tail. Nero turned from the stove and smiled at her when he heard her padding into the kitchen. "G'morning sexy," He said with a wink. "Your just in time It'll be ready in a few minutes." He added, and went back to cooking breakfast. She sat in one of the chairs, her ears still dripping slightly. "It better be I'm still hungry." She said with a smile. Nero smiled back at her, showing his canines slightly, turning to her with plates in hand. "Done." He said, putting a plate down in front of her and going to the 'fridge to get the whipped cream, putting the can on the table and looking into a drawer and pulled out two forks and two knives. Setting them down on the table Nero took a seat beside Karyn and grabbed up the whipped cream bottle smiling playfully at her, squeezing the cap with a hiss making sure some whipped cream was on the before handing it to her. Karyn smiled shaking her head and taking the can, she pointed it to her breakfast and pressed the top: nothing. She looked up to Nero. "You ran it out of stuff." She said, she shook the can and tried again, the looked into it and pressed it once again. The can of course spat what was left of its contents at Karyn, she yipped in surprise. She blinked at Nero a few times shocked, he couldn't keep from laughing. Karyn frowned at him. "What's so funny?" she asked. Nero stopped laughing for a moment, partly to answer her and to keep him from choking on the bite of breakfast. He chewed and swallowed it, laughing into his paw a few times, and then looked to Karyn. "Nothing, just a dajavu(Did I spell that correctly?)." he said . Karyn stuck her tongue out and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, shut up." He explained, pushing him and the chair over. Nero hit the ground with a Whoomph and started laughing again. Eventually he stopped and got up after Karyn asked him a few more times what he was laughing at. He stood in front of her and flicked a finger over her cheek, Karyn pulled away lightly before Nero showed her the finger, a bunch of whipped cream clinging to it. He smiled at her again. "That's why." He said, moving the finger a bit. Karyn shook her head. "Nero you playful...perv." He said smiling and licking his finger off. Nero leaned down to her and licked her cheek, getting what was left of the whipped topping off. "There." He said picking his chair up and sitting back down in it. The two ate, making a few glances at each other like two in love, making sure the other didn't seem the him or her looking that them. Karyn giggled after finishing her last bite, this in turn got Nero attention and he turned to her, finishing a cup of coffee. "What?" He asked, cocking his head slightly to the right. Karyn stood and walked to him, she pushed his chair back from the table and sat on his lap. Wrapping her arms around the confused fox/wolf she leans in and kissed him passionately. Nero murred, taking her into his arms, wrapping them around her waist. Karyn giggled and stood, pulling at his shirt wanting him to follow. Nero eagerly stood and followed the vixen as she disappeared into the bedroom again. Nero entered the room to see Karyn laying on the bed looking at him. She smiled at him, and seductively licked her lips. Nero ran to the bed and wrapped his arms around her slender frame, pushing them both back onto the bed. He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her deeply, beginning to feel his pants tent as she rubbed her body against it. Karyn giggled softly in surprise, she smiled wrapping her arms around his back and grinding softly into his covered crotch. He groaned softly nipping at her ear; his painfully stiff erection was bundled up in his pants and was ready for release. Karyn noticed and slid her hand down into his pants, giving his hidden member a squeeze Nero growled softly and began to unfasten her bra from under her shirt; pulling her closer to his body he took her shirt off, along with the unfastened bra. Karyn giggled softly feeling the cool air of the room caress her naked upper body. She pulled her hand out of his pants and undid them quickly, then unbuttoned the flap on his boxers, letting his member bob out. Karyn then grabbed his shirt and Nero growled again. "Don't bother with that." He said, and leaned down her body, undoing the button and sliding her pants down, and then her underwear before moving back up her sexy body, licking at a nipple electing a moan from her. He straddled her and positioned his tapered tip at her entrance and pushed in grunting softly until her hilted himself into her. Karyn gasped loudly feeling his tip touch her wombs tightened hole: she wished he was just that much longer, but he wasn't, yet, though he could grow a bit, so she thought. He murred softly and began to slowly fuck her: slowly dragging himself out of her and pressing back in, picking up speed and bucking softly as her walls convulsed and pulsed around him as she gasped and squirmed. Nero felt his knot slowly building as he drug it out of her tight, wet, warmth and pushed it back through with a soft pop. He teased at her by going sooo slowly and softly: knowing she licked it faster. Karyn bared her fangs to the world, closing her eyes tightly, her toes curling and her legs locking up. "mmm...Nero faster, you know I cant stand it this way!" she growled out and wrapped her arms around his frame. Nero chuckled softly between moans. "Gladly." He said, taking her hips into his paws and kneeling, then without warning, beginning to pump her quickly, not roughly, but fast. New groaned as her wetness enveloped his cock over and over again, his knot nearing full-size now, Karyn gasped loudly feeling Nero take her and his balls slap against her ass with each fast thrust. She didn't know how or why but he was able to fuck her so fast and not be rough, like her friends had said he would if he was like their boyfriends, this just proved that the Fox/wolf she feel in love with humping into her: was someone special. Though that was apparent by many things, this took the cake, she loved him, loved the feel of him positioning in and out of her hot sex, grinding back against him. Nero finally gasped loudly as his bulbous knot popped into her followed soon by her shriek of pained pleasure. Writhing on the bed as Nero tied her Karyn could do nothing more then try and keep herself from cumming already. She didn't hold out long as Nero howled loudly and shot his huge load of his hybrid cum into her depths, some actually making its way into her womb, though barely. Karyn gave in with a scream followed by a yip as she came with him, filling her tunnel more then it was already, leaning up and hugging to his chest as he panted above her, buried and tied within. "Mmm....Nero I love you so much." She said when she could breathe again. Hot tears of joy ran down her cheeks, dampening her red fur and black crescents on her muzzle. Nero hugged her close and rolled to his side onto the bed making both moan loudly as his cock moved in her swirling his cum around. He leaned to her ear and nipped it softly. "I love you to Karyn, and always will." He said and fell asleep still his arms wrapped around her. Karyn smiled softly, listening to her lovers soft breathing for a moment before falling away from reality into a dream along with him. (continuence and twist coming later in the second part) Tekalah

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Title: Me & Dad – My 19th Christmas Ch. 04 Tags: father-daughter, father daughter, girl-girl, girl on girl, blowjob, creampie, massage, christmas *Greetings all, this is the fourth chapter to the story I submitted in the 2011 Literotica Winter Holiday Theme Story contest... Again, I would like to take the time to personally thank Han1406 for their editorial assistance in this story; thank you! As this story is a direct continuation, it is not standalone and I strongly urge you to read chapter 1 through 3 first. As a refresher, this story is being told from Elena's point of view... **Although the content of this story is fantasy, some parts were inspired by real life events confessed by a friend.** \*If you are easily offended by stories involving sex, promiscuous behavior, Girl on Girl sex, and Father/Daughter incest you should not read this\** \*\*\*\*\* The next morning I awoke with the sensation of having my nipple suckled. It was highly arousing and caused me to arch my back in a deep stretch. As I slowly opened my eyes and tried to focus in the bright morning sun, I saw the top of Lindsey head. Her long brown hair flowing over my chest, covering her face from my sight. As she felt me stretch, she cupped my left breast and started sucking harder on my right. "Mmmmmmmm" I moaned softly, "that's so nice." Lindsey sucked hard again and pulled away causing my nipple to stretch and make a popping sound when her mouth lost suction. Then, sliding down under the sheets, she let her tits drag across my body until she reached my wanton pussy with her mouth. She slowly licked me between my nether lips for several minutes until I could no longer control the sexual buildup and exploded with an orgasm. "Mmmmmm... Delicious!" Lindsey said while slurping up the wetness that flowed out of me. "That was so awesome. Thanks Lindz." I panted as I stretched again. Lindsey crawled back up next to me and poked her head out from under the covers. "Sure! Was my pleasure!" she beamed a smile at me. Her mouth glistened from lapping at my wetness as her smile turned more serious. Then, leaning forward she closed her eyes and passionately kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue as it darted into the recesses of my mouth. After a few moments, I broke the kiss, "Would you care for me to return the favor?" I asked as I embraced her tightly, pressing our naked bodies together. "I'd love that, but I'll have to take a rain check." she said as she hugged me back. "I need to get ready for work." Lindsey then smiled again at me and quickly hopped up onto her feet, bouncing off the bed and onto the floor as if she were a giddy school girl. "You're in a happy mood!" I chuckled at her acrobatic performance. "Yea, I found out that my dad's out of the hospital and back home. Plus, my brother is on his way back home from visiting them and should be arriving at the airport around eleven today." She responded while rummaging through her overnight bag, frowning as she looked for something. "Do you need something to wear?" I asked, knowing that she didn't have another change of clothes. "Sure" she said with a smile, "though it doesn't need to be fancy, just sweats and a T-shirt is fine... I usually dress in something sexy from the shop, so I just need it for the trip there and back home." "Are you coming back over tonight?" I retracted, clinging to a pillow as if ready to receive bad news. It was in that moment I realized the bond that had formed between us in only a few short days. "If you guys will have me, I'd love to." She replied. "Though I do still need to swing by my place to get some things... like... clothes." She said laughing to me while despondently still searching her bag. "What about your brother? Don't you want to go see him?" "He'll stop by my shop most likely, so I'll see him then. He'll be tired from the flight and probably not want to do much today anyway. We'll get together tomorrow for lunch or something." "Almost sounds like a date." I said teasingly. "Yea... heh, I wish." She laughed back. After tossing her bag off to the side of the room, she hopped back onto the bed and straddled me. Then, as she look down at me I pushed the flat of my hand down her tummy and past her clit pushing two fingers into the soft folds of her vagina. While stroking in and out of her she gasped. "Sure you don't want a little relief before you start your day?" I whispered in her ear after pulling her to me. "Mmm-okay... you talked me into it. Or, is that fingered me in to it." She said to me coyly, both of us laughing at her witty remark. "So... you're into your brother, aren't you?" "Uhh... kinda." she paused, blushing as if embarrassed to admit what she was confessing, "But he would never agree to be... umm... intimate with me." She quickly diverted her eyes away from me looking down with an expression of disappointment. "Lindsey, it's okay, you know how I feel about things. I don't see anything wrong with you feeling that level of love for him." I gently grabbed her face with my hands and pulled her chin up to look at me. I stared at her with compassionate eyes, knowing how difficult it is to openly accept having Incestual feelings. I looked deep into her chocolate eyes and slowly kissed her lips, then her cheek, then down her neck and to her breasts. After slowly massaging them with my hands, I inhaled one, sucking the nipple deep into my mouth. After she made a few quick breaths and a moan, I rolled her onto her back causing us to switch places. I then made seductive little kisses down her tummy and around her mound. While I did this she squirmed and arched her back repeatedly humping into me. With her mouth open and her eyes rolled back in her head she let out a low moan which escalated into a squeal as I snaked my tongue into the folds of her labia. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed in an exaggerated whisper while forcing her sex into my mouth. I continued to work my tongue in and out of her, then licked up through her lips to her erect clit. As I circled around the nub, I flicked it rapidly while I shoved two fingers into her tunnel. "Ohhhhh God! That feels so good." Lindsey shouted out as her senses overwhelmed her from my continued assault on her cunt. "Does your brother make you all wet thinking about him as I lick your pussy?" "Ohh God yes!" she panted like a dog in heat. I had only pumped my fingers into her a few more times when she exploded with a spray of cum in my face. After a few moments she sat up and looked at me with a serious expression on her face. "Please don't tell anyone... especially Allen. I really like him and don't want to complicate what we have going any more than it already is." "Geez Lindz, it's not like he wasn't fucking Katie last night." I teased her and then smiled. "My dad is not going to care as long as you are selective with who your partners are." "But what about Katie, she was a stranger." "Yea, but it was a group decision." I replied. "That's true" She smiled as if still in a state of sexual bliss. "She's cute too!" "That she is." I confirmed with a smile and a nod. "Crap!" Lindsey blurted out, "I'm going to be late opening the shop." She quickly hopped off the bed and ran to the hallway shower. "Can you get me some clothes and bring them in to me?" She shouted. "Sure! I'll bring them in in a bit." I shouted back to her as I heard the door close. \*\*\*\*\* Due to the intimate relationship Dad and I have evolved, most of my clothes were now in the master bedroom. So, I quietly opened the door and crept in so as not to disturb Dad and Katie, knowing it was early and they would most likely still be sleeping, or -as I opened the door and observed- fucking each other's brains out. I smiled and chuckled quietly to myself as I watched Dad undulating his hips while spooning her. It was an amazingly sexy sight watching him make love to her and was obvious that neither of them were aware, or cared that I was there. Subtle moans escaped Katie's lips as she moved to the rhythm of the coitus they were sharing. After watching for a few minutes, I snapped myself out of the trance I was in; remembering my purpose for being there. Quietly I walked to the dresser and carefully opened the drawer containing my panties. After grabbing a pair of fairly plain yellow cotton ones, I proceeded to the next drawer and grabbed some sweats and an oversized T-shirt. Just as I finished closing the drawers, I heard the both of them cry out in a fit of passion. Turning to watch, I saw Dad grabbing her waist and breast, bucking a few last times as he emptied his balls into her awaiting cunt. She arched hard with his final release and I knew she had cum hard as she received his sperm. I stood there in awe, touching myself while remembering the feeling, then turned and started walking out the door. "Hey" I heard Katie's voice call out to me. I turned back and smiled to her, "How are you feeling?" "Sore, but amazing!" she smiled back. "You don't need to leave you know." "Well, actually, I'm bringing Lindsey some clothes. She has to go to her shop, and due to our own activities, she's running a bit late." "Ohh... right... I remember her saying that last night." "Yea, I'm most likely going to go with her." "Ohh... yea, she wanted me to come too." "Sure you wouldn't rather stay here and cum with Alan some more?" I said with a chuckle. "As tempting as that is, I'd love to get a new job. Delivering pizza is not what I would consider glamorous, or a long term career." She laughed back. "No doubt there, but, everything happens for a reason and this might be just what you need." "That's what I was thinking." She replied then gave a quick peck on Dad's lips as she slipped out from under the covers and off the bed. "You okay with me taking off to Lindsey's shop?" she asked my dad and then kissed him more passionately. "Yea, not a problem, I have work to do myself." Dad responded back to her. "Okay, I'll be back over tonight after I help Lindsey. Oh, I do need to stop by my place to check in with the girls and grab some things... Assuming you would like me to come back over." She said to him, waiting eagerly on his response. "Yes, of course, we would love for you to come back over." He smiled back at her and kissed her again. "Awesome! See you later tonight then." "Okay Katie, let's get ready quickly so we don't make her any later than she is." I said while grabbing her hand and pulling her in to the master bathroom. "Go ahead and hop in the shower while I bring these clothes to her. I'll be right back. Ohh... and you may need to where the pants you had on yesterday 'cause I'm not sure that the sweats I have are long enough to fit you. I can bring you an oversized T-shirt and a pair of panties though." "ohh... that would be great. Thank you soo much, that's so nice of you." "Sure, no worries!" I said while walking out. \*\*\*\*\* "Hey Lindsey, I'm back!" I said while opening the door to the hall bathroom as a wave of steamy air hit me. "Hi! Was missing you... You want to jump in here with me? I'm almost done, but you are welcome to come in." "I put your clothes here on the sink. I'd join you, but... Katie's in the master bath getting ready to go with us and... well... she seems a bit over infatuated with Dad and I think I need to have 'The Talk' with her." I laughed. "Hmmm... well that's not good, what are you going to say to her?" "Well... basically, that Dad... errrr Allen is not an individual commodity... she's welcome to 'share' him, but that he is not exclusive. Hopefully she understands and accepts the relationship we share with him." "Yea, hopefully. Sharing guys is not what most girls are brought up to understand. Why don't you just go in there with her and feel her out so to speak; See where her mind is at. Then we can both chat with her." "That might work, though we need to be careful that she doesn't feel ganged up on." "Agreed." "Okay, well, when do you need to be at the shop?" "In about forty minutes... takes about twenty minutes to get there from here... I think." "Okay, well I'll ask Dad if I can take his car so we don't make you late. Otherwise, we'll have to have the talk with her later. Come check on us when you are ready to leave." "Sounds good." I closed the door and quickly went to the master bath. As I passed through the bedroom, Dad motioned me toward him, reaching his hand out to me. "How are you this morning?" He said to me with a smile. "I'm good, just rushing to get ready." I said as he grabbed my arm to slow me down and focus on him. I looked fondly at him, smiled and kissed him. "Are you happy?" he asked as if concerned about something. "About what?" "Just in general." "Yea... yea, I really am." I smiled again. "Good, I was worried that my time spent with Kate last night might have upset you." "No, not at all... I had a great time with Lindz; her and I have really hit it off... and we both like Katie too." "That's great, I really like Lindsey... a lot, and Kate as well." "I can't lie to you though, I have been feeling the need to have some alone time with you, but I can't now... I got to get ready to go... unless..." "Unless what?" "Well, if you let me take the car, I can meet them there later and give us a little one on one time." "No!" he said teasingly to me with a smile as he grabbed my other hand. "Nooo?" I questioned as I straddled him sitting on the bed. "No!.. But you can take the Jeep." "What Jeep?" "The Jeep that will be delivered in about two hours." "Huh?" "Yea... After you asked me about staying and finishing College here, I decided that you would need a vehicle to get around. So, I made a phone call to a friend last night, he owns a Jeep Dealership, and owed me a favor. It's all been taken care of, though, he only had a green one available, so I hope you like green." He laughed. "Wow... that is soo awesome... Thank you... you know I love green." "Whoa! Who said it was for you?" he teased and tickled me. As I attempted to playfully slap him, he pulled both my arms in and groped my neck. After I squirmed a bit, he laid backwards pulling me with him and we snuggled for a few moments. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" "I just did it last night! Plus, I wanted it to be a surprise. But seeing how you need to drive today, I thought I might as well tell you now." "I need to get up and help Katie and Lindz get out the door on time. Lindz needs to be at her shop in about a half hour. Otherwise, we may not have any alone time." I said pushing up off him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Well hurry them along then." He laughed. "On that note." I quickly got up off him, grabbed another pair of panties and a T-shirt from the dresser, and practically ran to the master bath. Katie was just finishing up in the shower as I got there. "Hey, I'm back... and I brought you the panties and shirt." "Ohh... thanks Elena. That's so nice of you." "No prob. But there has been a slight change of plans. You are going to need to ride with Lindz. I need to wait for a Jeep to be delivered. So I'll be about an hour behind you." "Okay, no worries, but I can take my car... I'll need to dash home later anyways." "Oh, right... I forgot you have your car here... okay... cool." Just then Katie turned the shower off and stepped out onto the mat dripping wet. As the cool air hit her, her nipples became very erect, extending even longer than normal, as goose bumps formed on her areola and upper chest. I turned and grabbed a clean bath towel, wrapped it around her and then pulled her toward me. She smiled at me as I playfully tweaked her nipple. "You're teasing me." Katie moaned. "Let's pick this up later." "Sounds like a date!" I said after giving her a quick but romantic kiss. "I need to discuss something with you later too." "Oh?.. Sounds ominous, is everything okay?" "Yea." I smiled warmly. "It's just about things here and how we would like you to be a part of our 'family' and stuff... All good things." I kissed her again, "I need to let Lindz know the change of plans. Feel free to use any of my hair stuff over there." I pointed to my hair straightener, curler and blow dryer. "Thanks!" She said warmly. I hurried off to find Lindsey dressed while she was brushing and drying her hair. "Hey!" I shouted to her over the loud noise from her portable hair dryer. "Hey back!" She replied with her head cocked to one side, the hot air blowing her hair around. "Katie is going to follow you there... She's about five minutes from being ready." "Okie-dokie!" she said while realizing I was not ready to go, "You're not coming?" "I'm going to meet you there... Dad did something amazing for me..." "Ohh?" She turned off the dryer to hear me. "He got me a Jeep!" I gleamed excitedly at her, "It will be here in about an hour." "Hahaha... he told you huh?" "Hey, you knew already?" "Yup, I got up really early this morning to get a drink... you were still sound asleep. While I was up, Alan bumped into me in the kitchen... well actually he bumped into me multiple times." She laughed and winked. "After our 'bumping' we talked for a bit and he accidentally let slip that you were staying... don't be mad at him, and have no worries, I'm extremely happy you are staying, especially after this morning." She hugged me tight and kissed me, "Anyway, he told me all about it." "I can't believe Dad." "It's okay, it just kinda slipped out, and he told me that he wasn't supposed to say anything, so I kept quiet about it, figured you would just tell me later." "No no... I meant that you guys 'got busy'... I'm not sure where that man gets his stamina... ta keep three women pleased... multiple times in a day." "Yea, he's quite the stud... and hung like one." We both giggled. \*\*\*\*\* After Lindsey and Katie left, I made my way to master bathroom where Dad had just gotten out of the shower and was drying off. "Hey sweetie" He said to me as he motioned for me. "Hey Dad." I replied softly while moving toward him. I couldn't wait another moment seeing him standing there naked. I needed him. Desired him. Lusted for him. I quickly dropped to my knees taking his manhood into my mouth in one fluid motion. He reached backwards placing his hand on the shower door to brace himself, exhaling sharply from my unanticipated hastiness, and no doubt the wet, warm stimulation on his cock. He was semi-hard already, I guess from anticipation, so it was easy to slide him in all the way to the back of my throat. He groaned as I worked him in and out while cupping and fondling his balls. After a few minutes I felt his sack tighten and I quickly pulled him out. "I don't want you to cum yet." I smiled up at him, "I want you to massage me from head to toe, bring me to orgasm, make love to me passionately, fuck me hard with raw lust, and then cum deep in me filling my soul with yours." "I can do that." He said to me while pulling me up to my feet. After I was standing, he lifted me up, carried me to the massage bench and laid me down on it. Not wasting any time, he grabbed the hot oil bottle, squirted it across my chest, down my belly and into my cunt. He firmly grabbed both my tits and began to massage them together. Meticulously, he massaged every inch of my front side except my pussy. Then, he rolled me over, squirted more oil on me, and worked my back side, paying special attention to my butt. When he was done, he grabbed the foam wedge and pushed it up under my tummy, forcing my ass in the air and my knees to spread slightly. As my thoughts turned to what awaits me next, I heard the all too familiar buzzing sound, and then "oooohhhhhhhh," the hard stiffness of the vibrator penetrated me carrying its waves of pleasure all throughout my body. "That feels soooo amazing." I cooed while he continued to pump it in and out of me working my clit, then G spot, over and over. It only took a few moments for me to reach my first orgasm, a stream of cum pulsing out of me, running off the bench and on to the floor. After giving me a moment to recover, he removed the wedge and flipped me on my back again. He got up on the bench with me, straddling it with his thighs to each side and his feet behind him. Carefully, he lined up his manhood to my opening and slowly pushed into me, slipping into me and penetrating me deep. I could feel the tip of his penis pushing all the way to the gate of my cervix. He lowered his body over me sliding his left hand up under my back and grabbing my neck. With the other hand he firmly grasped my left breast. Then, he started kissing me passionately on my lips and down my neck, all the while slowly pumping in and out of me. "I love you!" He whispered to me while pressing his forehead to mine, "I have always loved you and will continue to love you for all of time." All I could do is moan with pleasure as tears welled up in my eyes. I knew his words were true as I felt his love for me radiate into my very being. My emotions were so overwhelmed, I could no longer contain myself and began convulsing from another intense orgasm. "Ohh how I love you Dad" was all I could managed to get past my lips as my orgasm continued to rock me. As I came on his cock, he held still, allowing me a moment to recover. Then, he kissed my tears away, just as he had done so many times when I was a child. Afterwards, he pulled out of me and hopped off the bench. He then grabbed my ankles and slid me to the end, flipped me over and positioned my legs apart. Then, he crossed both my arms behind my back holding them together firmly, preventing me from using them, not that I resisted. Once I was restrained, he slipped the head of his penis through the folds of my labia and over the nub of my swollen clit, repeating the process several times before penetrating hard into me. His thrusts were more forceful then he had ever been with me before. He grabbed my arms with both hands, pulling my chest up off the bench and plowed into me savagely. I felt alive and lustful. I had never experienced the feeling of being dominated before. As my third orgasm ripped through me like a freight train I arched my back to him. He released my arms and grabbed hold of both my breasts as he continued to ride me hard. I couldn't stop cumming, and then finally I heard him grunt. He slammed into my cunt full force as he erupted deep inside. At last I felt complete again, satisfied, as his seed continued to pump into me. We both collapsed forward on the bench, panting like wild animals. After resting for several minutes, I felt him start to hump into me again. I was sore, but it felt soo good. "Nice and slow... that was increasable, but I think you tore me." "I'm sorry." "No, don't be, it was wonderful, I loved it, but now you need to go easy." Slowly, he continued to fuck me. As he did, I felt a stream of hot oil hit my back again followed by the deep pressure of his hands massaging my back. It was intensely erotic being massaged inside and out at the same time. After about another five minutes of this, I felt him pick up the pace. Then, another rush of semen gushed into me in pulsing waves. Once again my pussy was so flooded with cum, it ran out of me and down my legs. "You've filled me up with so much cum it won't stay in me." I laughed. "Yea, well you feel so good I had to do it again. Like the first time on the bench." "I love the way you love me." I said to him lying there in bliss, unable or unwanting to move. "You make me feel young again." He said softly as he leaned over me, wrapped his hands around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. "Mmmmmm... good. I'd like to keep you around for a very long time." We rested for another moment and then he spoke to me again, "Elena?" "Yea Dad?" "How do you feel about the other girls spending time with me?" "What do you mean?" "You know, with me having sex with them, with us having sex? It wasn't really my intention for things to happen this way. I do truly love you. I meant those things I said to you. I don't want to hurt you or give you cause to be jealous." "Well dad. First off, we seemed to both like the idea of inviting Lindsey here. I don't consider myself to be a lesbian, but she has opened my eyes and emotions to her. I feel love for her and enjoy sharing her with you. And Katie... well that was all Lindsey's idea... well... at first anyway. If you remember correctly, we seduced her and set her up for you. Katie wanted and needed it; just took a little push, but the rest was all her." "Yea, but I don't want you to feel like I desire them more than you." I pushed up off the bench causing us both to stand upright forcing his placid penis to slip out of me. I turned around in his arms and stared into his deep blue eyes. "As long as you promise to always include me in your life, I will never have a problem with it. Besides, I'm a big girl now and know how to speak up. I'll let you know when I need alone time with you, just like I did today." "That will always be the case. I would never let another woman come between us." "Good. However, I know you have serious feelings for Lindsey too. And she has already expressed her feelings about you to me. So, I expect you to pursue that with her. And Katie... clearly she has fallen for you. You are her first lover. It's only natural for her to be a bit infatuated with you. So we all need to have a talk with her and allow her to come to terms with our 'love life', and where she fits in. I don't want her getting hurt either." "You are wise beyond your years, darling daughter of mine." "Well, I know what it's like to have guys mess with your head. If it wasn't for you, I'm sure I'd still be screwed up." "Yea, but having a sexual relationship was never intended." "Dad. This is the happiest I've ever been in my life. It feels right. I love making love with you and I know you do with me. So, let's not over think it. Just be happy with me." I smiled broadly at him. \*\*\*\*\* *Please remember to vote (just click or tap on the stars below) and provide feedback (if you have more time) to this story to show your support! Thanks :)*

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Title: How We Got into Porn Ch. 04 Tags: I was making coffee in the kitchen when Maria came in looking mischievous, her hands behind her back. She wore dark-framed glasses and light yellow dress. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. "What's up with you?" I asked. "Don't think I forgot," she said, "It's your birthday!" She brought forth a small, wrapped package from behind her back and presented it to me. "I'd almost forgotten, myself," I said as I accepted it and toyed with the bow. "Go ahead," she coaxed. I undid the wrapping paper and removed the lid from the paper box. Inside was an watch with an elegant metal band. "You never wear one, so I thought maybe you would try it," she said. "I love it!" I said, snapping it onto my wrist. "I'm glad," Maria said shortly, and dropped to her knees. She took hold of my belt and pulled me closer. I reached over and grabbed the camera off of the countertop. "How about we turn this birthday party into your audition?" I asked, opening the viewfinder. Maria paused in thought. "Alright," she said, and began unbuckling me. I turned on the camera and caught her still grappling with my pants. They fell around my ankles and Maria giggled. She kissed it and played with it, staring up into the camera as my cock expanded to its full size in her mouth. "Is this your first time on film, Maria?" I asked. "Mmhmm," she hummed, getting it all the inside her. She worked on me like she really needed a job, slurping and licking, moving her head back and forth rapidly. Something about being on camera makes a girl really cut loose, and Maria was no exception. She smiled up at me as she licked the head of my dick, looking like a sexy librarian with her glasses and pulled-back hair. "Are you ready for the money shot?" I asked. "Ooh, yeah. Give me your cum. I want it all over my face," she pleaded, pouting her lips. She pumped my cock and pointed it at her open mouth. I went a little weak in the knees as I started to come, and she flinched just a bit as the first stream slapped against her cheek and into the corner of her eye. She squinted the one eye and I kept shooting, covering her entire face in long ropes of cum. She squeezed the last drops onto her lip and took me back in her mouth, sucking me dry. She slapped my dick on her cheeks and smeared the cum around, breaking into laughter as she finished her work. "Can I have a job now?" she asked smiling into the camera, little strings of cum dripping from her lips and chin. "I think so, I just have to pass the tape along to my boss," I said, making her laugh as she wiped a hand across her mouth. I started to wonder if she wanted to act; to really be one of the actresses on our website. Later on that day I caught Maria at her computer watching our video greedily. I walked up behind and placed my hands on her shoulders: "You thinking about hiring that girl?" I asked. "I like it," she said. "It has a totally different feel from the other videos we've shot so far." "Well, that's because you're in it," I said. "Yeah, but that's not all. It's how it's just you holding the camera; it just feels different, in a good way. I think you should start shooting videos like this, in addition to the normal scenes." "Are you going to put this up on the site?" I asked. "No, not right now, anyway," she said, "I like it, but I'm not sure that I want to commit to having my face on the internet like that. Maybe someday. But you should use Lauren. We still need tons more videos. Just shoot some whenever, days when we're not shooting a full scene." "Yeah but you're always gone, running around town looking for equipment and investors and stuff," I added. "I don't need to be here. Just make sure to tell me about it so I know to put it on my computer and edit it; otherwise I'll end up erasing it when we shoot." I realized then that I had an excuse to mess around with Lauren; as long as we filmed it, it would be ok. Lauren doesn't feel neglected, and no one gets their feelings hurt. I hoped this would be a resolution to the Lauren problem. "Why don't you mention it to her, first," I said, "Just so she's comfortable with it." II Maria was gone a lot those days, indeed, leaving Lauren and I shut up in the house together. She would run around working on the business, and we had a lot of time on our hands. That we grew close shouldn't come as a surprise; pent up so much with just the two of us, we were bound to end up either bonding or hating each other. But that was all to come, and since our unexpected sexual encounter the week before, we had tiptoed around one another awkwardly. It was Monday. After the three of us had breakfast together at the kitchen table, Maria through a purse on her shoulder and headed out for the day; she had a meeting with a rich gentleman who she hoped would invest in our company. I had money. I had the house, the car, and I was bankrolling the business. But my funds were limited; everything I had came from my parents, who stuffed my bank account without much thought and figured it was all for college. So when Maria demanded fifty thousand dollars for cameras, lenses, lights, and about a million other little things, I knew it was much more than I could get my hands on. She was adamant, though, that we would need at least this much to get our business off the ground. So we looked for investment. Maria was the only one with any real business experience, knowing how and what to present to someone, so she made the calls. And she went at it with remarkable persistence and equanimity; it is very difficult to get a man with money to meet with you if you are looking for money to make pornography. Maria was shot down constantly, sometimes with outrage and disgust on the part of the investor, who had to have known what it would be about, but when confronted with the details couldn't muster the civility to pony up or gracefully refuse. On this day, Maria had a meeting with man who owned several pubs around the city. I'd actually been the connection in this case, as I'd hung around one of his bars late one night last week and had spoken with him --both of us drunk- about the business. Our drunkenness could not be discounted, but he seemed genuinely interested in our project and had given me his number and told me to give him a call next week. Maria left waving and jingling the car keys at Lauren and I sipping coffee on the couch. The door closed and the television was tuned to some vampire movie broadcast far too early in the day for my taste. But I watched anyway, wondering if the bright morning light streaming into the house would melt the fanged teenagers off the screen. "Change it," I said, stretching my arm to give Lauren a push on the shoulder. "No," she responded without budging, pretending I wasn't really there. "We've already seen this. Just see what else is on," I insisted. "I like this movie; I don't remember what happens." "We watched this last week!" I complained, stretching my arm toward the screen. I saw her crack a slight smile, so I lunged for the remote in her hands. She fell back and resisted and I held her down and plucked the controller from her outstretched hand. "Thank you," I said, settling back in my place on the couch, flipping through the channels. "This, is an outrage!" Lauren yelled and hurled herself against me. She straddled my lap and tried for the remote, which I held behind my head. "It's too damn early for vampires!" I yelled. "And when we watched it last week you made fun of it the whole time!" She continued to grope for the remote as I passed it from hand to hand. Before she could seize it, I wrapped my arms around her back, holding the controller fast against her, and with her arms still flailing behind my head, she fell unbalanced against me; her big, soft tits smothering my face. "Ok, you win!" she yelled, her head almost behind mine. I loosened my grip and she settled back in my lap, looking me in the face blankly. "What do you want to watch?" she asked. "I don't know yet, I can't see the TV," I said, "If you want to see a movie, I'll find another movie." I tried not to stare at her chest, heaving under a pink tank top. My hands rested on her hips automatically, without thinking. I realized I wasn't just resting my hands on her, but gripping her, just slightly, my fingers testing the firmness of her ass. She wore small grey shorts of terry cloth. Her skin felt soft and good through the cotton, softer than you would think if you looked at a picture. She continued to look at me with her blank expression, the one that tells you that whatever happens next is for you to decide and won't be second-guessed. I started to say, "Um, did Maria tell you that she wants us to start making movies on our own time?" but Lauren interrupted me with an affirmative, "Uh huh," and kissed me. My hand moved over the back of her ass in the grey shorts and rested in her crotch, massaging the warmth there. I could feel the outline of her pussy through the fabric, even pushing it slightly into her as I felt her. I reached under her shirt with my other hand and unhooked her bra in a single motion. She sat back for me to pull her shirt off, panting at me with rosy cheeks and her mouth half-open. The pink blouse peeled over her breasts and her bra flopped into our lap, her tits heaving slightly, big, exposed, and erect. I leaned in to appreciate them, squeezing and sucking on them as she coached me to explore the limit of what she considered the pleasure side of pain. She told me to bite, then stopped me when it was too hard; made me pull on them like they would come off, then tell me to let them rest. Lauren had perfect tits. Tits can be perfect in a number of ways; perfectly small and tight, perfectly puffy, perfectly big and saggy, perfectly plastered with silver-dollar nipples, perfectly tiny with nipples like dimes, perfectly erect and brown like milk duds. I could go on. It's not a science, but double C's on a petite girl, crowned with nipples like ripe pink blueberries is one way to do it. That was Lauren. I pulled her shorts to one side and her pussy spilled into my hand. She was very wet and she moved her hips as I explored her with my fingers. There was no more mention of making a movie that day; we didn't. We stripped and made love on the couch; it didn't feel like casual sex, it felt like making love. The way she looked in my eyes when she came, it was just different. And it was a little frightening. With Maria gone all day, we had to fill the time with something, so we went to the zoo, came back and went swimming. It was fun and dangerous; we were sabotaging our business before it even began. III Soon classes began and I had to divide my time between studying at the University and working on the business at home. I took a very light course load that fall so I could give my other career the attention it deserved. Maria had secured a small investment from a local man who probably agreed to it on the off-chance he would get to come to the set or something. We issued no such promises, but the fantasy was strong enough to get him to open his wallet. It was enough to purchase a nice camera and several lenses to use for still photography, something we had forgotten to include in our initial enthusiasm. We were still short, though. It became evident that finding someone to host the site would be much more expensive than we'd thought. Lauren, Maria and I had all expected the most difficult part of the business would be recruiting starlets. But that part was easy. And after our first couple of movies with Milana, she also started working as a talent scout. She taught dance classes at the theater and two other local colleges, giving her ample opportunity to spot the kind of girls we were looking for. And she was good at it. The first girl she brought us was a college girl who'd been taking Milana's dance class, and had asked her for some private lessons of the pole dancing variety. They bonded that way, and soon Milana nudged this girl in our direction. Her name was Ashley. She was twenty, a dirty-blonde with a tight body; small tits but a cute round butt. She was slightly nervous, but excited and mostly happy and smiling about the purpose for which she'd come. Lauren, Maria and I were seated at our desk in the living room and we got up to great her. "Hi guys, this is Ashley," said Milana, introducing us individually. We went through the preliminaries and I ended with, "Any questions?" "No. I know why I'm here, let's do this. Just tell me what to do," she said. Maria got up and started getting the video camera ready, and Lauren fitted the still camera with a different lens. Maria had taught Lauren how to use the camera so we could basically do everything at one time. "Alright, strip!" Maria commanded. Ashley stood and pulled her white blouse over her head, then began unbuckling her jeans as Lauren snapped photos. She stood smiling in matching pink underwear. "Let me see those little titties," Maria coaxed. Ashley unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor, revealing her small, firm breasts, capped with half-dollar puffy nipples. "I'm small, I know," Ashley giggled. "No, you're gorgeous. And perfectly proportioned," Maria said. "Now why don't you turn around and show us your cute little butt." Ashley turned and shook a little for the camera. She had a symmetrical tattoo on the small of her back that reminded me of the bat symbol. Then she doubled over and touched her toes, her pink panties curling into a big pink heart. The bottom of the heart swelled and wrinkled with the shape of her pussy lips. "You want to climb up on this table and let our boy play with you a little bit?" Maria asked. "Yes, please!" she said, standing back up and crawling onto the desk. "How do you want me?" "Just lie down on your back," I said. "Let's see what you're hiding under those little panties." She bit her lip to stifle a smile and lifted her hips as I slowly peeled the pink cotton off her. Ashley had a slight, healthy tan than covered her entire body evenly. Her pussy was completely hairless and smooth, and glistened with arousal. "Do you like to masturbate, Ashley?" I asked. "Um, yes," she answered. "Why don't you show us?" I encouraged her. She reached between her legs and felt herself, slipping a finger inside herself and withdrawing it to spread the lubrication. She began to breathe heavily as she massaged the top of her vagina with one hand, rubbing it vigorously. "Ooh!" she cooed as her petting produced wet, slippery noises. "Are you ready for a dick in your mouth?" asked Maria, focusing on Ashley's face. She nodded her head. I took my pants off and she flipped over on her stomach, studying my crotch as I pulled my cock out. She took it into her mouth, closing her eyes as she sucked. She stopped and looked up at me. "Are we going to have sex?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. I moved her small body around on the desk with ease, getting her in the missionary position on the edge of the desk. I told her, "Pull your legs back and hold them against your chest." She complied, holding her knees flat against the desktop beside her breasts. "Like this?" Ashley asked. "That's good," said Maria, "You're doing great, baby. You're so beautiful." Lauren moved around the desk, getting Ashley in this vulnerable position from different angles. Her pussy was swollen and pink and the area all around it was covered in her own juices. I took my cock in hand and toyed with Ashley, slapping it against her cunt. I rubbed it in circles around her wet lips, edging them open just a little with my head. She took big, lusty breaths while I teased her to full attention, begging for it with her body language. I eased into her slowly. Ashley took sharp breaths and grimaced as her pussy stretched to accommodate me. We could all tell it was more than she was used to. "You're doing great, baby," Maria said, running her hand through Ashley's hair. "It's really big," Ashley said. I worked my way deeper inside until I bumped into her cervix. "Ow!" she yelped. "Sorry, Ashley," I said, "I just want to see how much of it you can handle. We'll go slow." I pulled back so just my head was keeping her open, and moved in and out slowly. She looked into my eyes with stunned, lusty arousal at this whole new situation she found herself in. "Oh, it feels so good," she said, "Go faster." I increased my pace, but didn't stick it all the way in. She was very tight. When I pulled back her pussy lips clung to my shaft like a damn rubber band. "Do it harder," she commanded. "Please?" she added. "I don't know if you can handle it, Ashley," I said. "No, it feels good now. I was just scared at first. I want it hard." "Ok, but I don't think your boyfriend's going to be very happy. I'm going to wreck this little pussy," I cautioned her. "I don't care, just give it to me!" she said. I pushed into her forcefully and she let out a loud "Ugh!" But she didn't grimace, she liked it. I started pounding her hard and fast, and she jerked her head from side to side, crying out in ecstasy. "Wreck my little pussy, you fucking fuck!" she yelled. I let her come, then pulled out and her cunt gaped open. "Roll over on your tummy, Ashley," I said. She stared at me with a look of frustrated confusion, her mouth hanging open. She rolled over and lay flat on the desk. I got onto the desk and stood up. I reached under her hips and pulled them up to get her in the doggy pose. Crouching down, I fitted my cock back into her tight little hole. I fucked her deep, standing with my knees bent as she grunted like an animal, staring wide-eyed into the camera. "Okay, Ashley, when I pull out I want you to swing around and get on your knees so I can come in your face." "Uh-huh!" she said in between grunts. I pulled out and she knelt beneath me. She smiled, looked up and stuck her tongue out. I felt the orgasm building and I gushed hot streams of milky cum onto her tongue. She stared up at me with her eyes open until I was finished, cum dripping from her nose and tongue. "You did great, Ashley!" Maria said. "How do you like being covered in cum?" "I like it," she said, smiling and licking her lips. "Don't move," said Maria, "Let Lauren take a few more shots of your pretty face." I went into the kitchen and opened a beer while the girls finished up. Maria let Ashley use the shower and sent her home. That was how things went at first. I went to class three days a week, and when I was off, either Lauren or Milana would bring over a fresh piece of ass. We had one, two, sometimes three girls audition each week, and then those girls would come back to act out some other scene, sometimes just the two of us, sometimes as a group. Ashley was cute, very cute, but she was toward the lower end of our talent spectrum. One of those girls who looks good because she's twenty and tight, but probably won't settle into womanly beauty in ten years; she's just cute. But the next two girls she brought over were both friends of hers from Europe, perfect human specimens with tits that defied gravity and the faces of angels. I couldn't fucking believe the quality of the girls they were bringing over. None of them were prostitutes or into drugs or shit like that; the things we've come to associate with the pornography business. They were all just good girls with a bit of a wild streak. And the reason they came to us and fucked onscreen was because we were all young and unassuming. We were the same as them --kids in college wanting to experience life to the fullest. When Milana brought over a cute wannabe dancer and she saw our business was just me and a few other beautiful young women, it put the girl right at ease. That was our edge. Maria knew it and said so from early on. That was our wedge in the door into a huge, daunting industry. And we were about to blow up.

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Title: Anniversary by Foxmagik Tags: Fanfiction, First Time, Fox, Love, M/F, Romance, Vixen All characters are property of Nintendo. This is my fist romantic story and my second fan fiction, so please don't hate me if it sucks. Anniversary Krystal once again examined her reflection in the mirror. She was clad in a silk, red dress that covered her from just an inch or so down her cleavage and cut off midway down her thighs. The only time she had worn this was on her first date with Fox. She felt a tad uncomfortable in it, back then; truly it was Katt who insisted that Fox would love it, but tonight their first anniversary of their first date, she new it was perfect. She put on her other accessories, a set of earrings, her emerald necklace, and her hair band, took a deep breath, and went to meet Fox in the docking bay. Fox paced around, rubbing the back of his neck. He had no idea why he was so nervous, it was just another date with Krystal, but something in his gut told him something big was going to happen. Patting his pants pocket, he reassured himself that he remembered the gift he bought her. Taking one last deep breath, he tried to calm his racing mind. A hiss from the door behind him told him that she had arrived. As Fox turned to see her, he was once again aw-struck by her beauty. Krystal just always seemed to be able to take his breath away whenever she was near. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Fox," said Krystal. "No problem," said Fox with a smile. "Shall we go then?" asked Krystal playfully. "Of course," answered Fox, escorting her out of the spaceport where Greatfox had docked. Some time latter, they were both enjoying their meals and each others company at one of Corneria's most prestigious resteraunts. Spending a great deal more time talking then eating, they had hardly touched their meals. Finally, Fox decided he couldn't wait any longer. "Krystal," started Fox as he reached in to his trouser pocket. "I was going to save this for later, but I just can't wait until then." Fox presented a long, slender, white box and slid it across the table to Krystal. Krystal picked it up, opened it, and instantly was amazed at the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. She stared wide-eyed at the silver chain that held five light green gemstones in its center. "Fox, I... I don't know what to say... thank you," Krystal managed to stammer out. "You're welcome," said Fox. "I had to get that for you because the gems reminded me so much of your eyes." Fox's cheeks began to heat up as he started to blush. "Thank you," she said quietly as she put it around her neck. Then it hit her just what his gift was, and she certainly couldn't give that to him now. "I'm sorry but I... um... left your gift on Greatfox, can you wait until after we're done here?" asked Krystal in a rather improvised manner. "Mmhmm," said Fox with a nod. Then they both resumed eating their nearly cold meals. Back on Greatfox, Fox had his fingers interlaced with Krystal's as he led her down the halls of the ships crew sleeping quarters. No one else seemed to be home so they just enjoyed each others company as the walked. Fox emitted a small sigh of disappointment when the inevitably reach Krystal's room. "I had a wonderful evening, Fox," said Krystal with a sigh. "Thank you for everything." "You're welcome," replied Fox, leaning in as they then shared a sweet kiss on the lips. "Goodnight." "Goodnight." Krystal slid into her room and with a peaceful sigh, plopped onto her bed. After a minuet or so of reflecting on everything that had happened that evening she placed her hand on the necklace Fox gave her. After a deep breath, she sat up, and decided she had to prepare for one last thing... Fox had removed his shirt and began to brush his teeth. Just as he moved his toothbrush to the back of the left side of his mouth when he thought he heard the distinct sound of his PDA ringing. With a quick rinse and spit, he ran over to his bedside table and answered the slightly annoying device. "Hello, Fox McCloud here," Fox said into the PDA's receiver. "Hi, Fox" replied Krystal. "Could you please come down to my room?" "Sure, but, why not just come to my room?" "You'll see," said Krystal vaguely as she hung up. Fox thought to himself for a second. "Wait, what if she..." said Fox thinking aloud as he became more and more nervous. Fox approached Krystal's room and gave a slight knock on the door. "Come in." said Krystal. Fox obliged and entered. "So what's- whoa..." Fox was instantly stunned at what he saw. Krystal was posed seductively across the bed. Now the only thing she wore was her loincloth/bikini set she wore when the first met and the necklace he gave her. The room was illuminated by only a few candles she had set up her bedside drawers. "Are you ready to unwrap your gift, Fox?' asked Krystal in a very seductive tone. Fox's brain had nothing less then short-circuited. His body acted on its own and inched towards Krystal. Fox managed to regain control of him self as when he reached her bed. Krystal reached up and wrapped her arms around Fox's neck and drew him on to the bed and in to a deeply passionate kiss. "K-Krystal... are you... sure about this?" Fox stammered. "Yes," she answered. "I've thought about it, and I'm ready to take our relationship to the next level." "Well, if you insist," said Fox playfully. Fox moved his hands around to the clasp of Krystal's top, never once averting his eyes from hers. When removed her top and tossed it aside, he blushed a deep red beneath his fur as he stared at his now top-less lover. Without a single word he leaned forward and kissed her. He opened his jaw slightly and parted her lips with his tongue. As they frenched each other Fox's hand crept up and took hold of Krystal's breast. Krystal gasped as Fox touched her. Fox gently kissed Krystals neck and began to venture south towards her collarbone. He licked the edge of her left breast as he ever so slowly neared towards her nipple. Krystal let out a sharp gasp and moaned as he gently began to suckle on her now hardened nipple. "Ooh, Fooox," moaned Krystal, enjoying the feeling of him rubbing her. Fox resumed his journey south along her abdomen. Licking her navel, he slid his fingers beneath the sides of her loincloth and slid it down her legs removing it. "Fox..." Krystal huffed. "Be gentle..." "Don't worry, love. I will..." said Fox reassuringly. He gently began to lick the wet opening of Krystal's most private area. Krystal gasped very sharply as he rolled the tip of his tongue around her clitoris. "Ooh, Fooox! Oh my god, yes!" said Krystal enthusiastically. Fox stuck his tongue inside her, making her squirm in pleasure. Sliding his tongue along the walls of he vagina made her moan more loudly and more passionate. "Ooh, yes! Ooh Fooox. Ooh!" He explored even deeper inside her and hit a sensitive spot. "OOOH, Fox! I...I..!" and before she could even finish her sentence she was struck be a wave of pleasure that spread through out her entire body. The tip of Fox's muzzle was slight coated in her fluids as he continued to sustain her orgasm, liking the way she tasted. Krystal collapsed onto the pillows as she gasped for air. Her body went completely limp as her orgasm subsided. "Ooh, Fox... That felt soo good..." "Thanks," said Fox as he wiped the remaining fluid off his muzzle. "Glad I could please you." Fox crawled up to her and they once again locked muzzles. "Ready for round two?" "MmHmm," answered Krystal regaining her strength. As Fox removed his pants and underwear, a thought struck his mind. "Oh, wait, I forgot. I don't have any pro-." And with out saying a word, Krystal reached over and opened the bedside draw and pulled out a small, square package. Noticing this, Fox gave her a mischievous smirk. "I stole this from Falco's sock drawer earlier today," explained Krystal. "How'd you know it was there?" "Well, his and Katt's room is right next to mine and..." "Wow, how do you ever get to sleep?" "Simple, really. I moved my bed to the other side of the room." "Did that help?" "Slightly." They both laughed. Krystal opened the package and handed it to Fox who then applied it. Krystal stared at his long, erect member. She guessed it to be at least nine inches. She laid back and slightly spread her legs apart. Fox positioned him self once again on top of her, pressing the tip of his member against her opening. Krystal wrapped her arms around his neck and gasped. "Fox, it's my first time. Please be gentle." "I will." Fox pressed himself in a little deeper and Krystal moaned a little louder. Fox savored her virgin tightness; she was so hot and wet that Fox couldn't help but moan along with her. Finally, he had reached her barrier. Fox kissed her one more time in attempts to distract her. With a grunt from the back of his throat, he broke through. Krystal winced and let out a small cry of pain. Fox broke their kiss and let her adjust to the feeling of the penetration. After a few seconds she mouthed 'okay' to Fox, allowing him to continue. Fox began the motion. Pulling himself out just to the head and thrusting himself back in. Krystal winced just a few more times before the pain subsided into pure pleasure. "A little harder," whispered Krystal. Fox responded by moving into a steady pace. "Oh, Fox! Fox! Foooox!" Krystal cried out his name over and over again. Krystal had never felt anything like this before. She loved that Fox was so strong and yet so loving with each thrust. Krystal let go of Fox and leaned back into her pillows and squeezed her legs a little tighter. "Oh. God, Krystal!" moaned Fox. "Your sooo hot!" "Oh, Fooox! Don't stop!" Both their tails swished rapidly behind them as their pleasure grew. Krystal's body began to stiffen up as she nearly reached her peak. "Fooox! I can't... hold on... any longer!" After a few more thrust, Krystal screamed in pure ecstasy. Her juices flowed out of her, coating Fox's thighs and crotch area. Fox slowed down just a little bit to allow Krystal to catch her breath. She had already lost it, and yet he had hardly begun. Krystal quickly caught her breath. Despite how she was weakened by having came twice by now, she rolled Fox onto his back so that she was now on top. Fox was a bit shocked at how she had so much strength remaining, but the thought left his mind as she began to ride him. Krystal pushed herself up with her hands on his chest and let herself fall down along his member, tilting her head back and moaning. Her breast and necklace bobbed up and down with each bounce. Fox began to buck his hips against hers and soon they developed a steady rhythm together. Fox gritted his teeth and a moan escaped the back of his throat. She was still wet from having came that she was wetter then before. This only increased Fox's state of pleasure. "Ooh! Ooh, Krystal! Oh god!" groaned Fox who began to thrust a little harder. Krystal moaned a little louder with each thrust, not knowing if she could stop herself from cuming again. A little harder quickly became a lot harder as Fox quickened his pace. Krystal's moans neared becoming screams as Fox slammed into her harder and harder to the point where she felt like she would nearly split in two. "OOH FOOOX! OH MY GOD, YES!" yelled Krystal whose body once again started to become stiff. Krystal once again screamed at the top of her lungs as the last splash of cum was expelled out of her. Not having the strength to hold herself up any longer, she collapsed on to Fox's chest. "OOH, KRYSTAL! I'M GONNA...!" yelled Fox as he became rigged and the warm feeling of his own orgasm shot through his body. He groaned loudly through his gritted teeth as his seed shot out of him. After his orgasm had completely subsided, they both just laid there as a sweaty, painting, pair of lovers. "Mmm, Fox, That was incredible," said Krystal, breaking the silence. "I love you so much." "I love you to, Krystal," said Fox. "And happy anniversary." "Happy anniversary to you to," said Krystal as they shared one last kiss. They soon fell asleep, still embraced in each others arms. Well that was my first yiffy fic. Pleas let my know if you liked it. Thank you.

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Title: Matt Becomes Mattie Ch. 10 Tags: crossdressing, lingerie, femdom, panties, queening, submission, bondage, lesbian, oral servitude Morning came and Louise and I again made love before showering, dressing, breakfasting, and then going our separate ways for the day. I did a number of jobs before sitting down and writing an e-mail of the summary of the evening for Jo's reading and pleasure. Life returned to 'normal' with the return of the children and they were full of what they got up to at the weekend, having had a great time. Joanna returned the next afternoon to hugs all around. We move on now by some four months, taking us close to Christmas, so it is a good time for a review. So what has happened? The love Joanna and I have has deepened further as well as the resolve to live as we do, with Joanna as the husband of the relationship and me providing the family stability. Overall, we have had few issues to deal with as to any homophobia and certainly not in the wider family or friends. We have been lucky and especially with our local community who have been pretty accepting, possibly because we have made such a transition. Some of the acceptance is that I can now naturally pitch my voice much higher and sound like a woman when I talk, albeit a little like a Scottish girl. Also, pitch variation like singing, and breaking sentences up, are part of the learning techniques, as well as not using male expressions like "I need a slash" when out in a pub. Part of the advice I would give to those considering change is to keep your dress and make-up conservative and apropos to the situation or function you face. Too often transvestites and crossdresser completely go over the top and stand out unnecessarily so. Most importantly, the children have been really accepting of us. They have a degree of resilience that we parents often overlook. No comments have comeback from school about adverse comments in the schoolyard, and that makes us very happy. Louise has become an integral part of the family and the kids adore her, though they have no real idea that we are in a three-way poly-amorous relationship. They see her as a very close family friend and someone who showers her love on them and will happily baby-sit them, play with them; effectively, she is a very close family 'aunt.' They have referred to her as Auntie Louise. The biggest change on this front is that we have converted our outhouses completely. Shortly after Joanna's birthday weekend, Jo proposed to me that we should accelerate the conversion of the rest of the two connecting outhouses to the cottages and turn them into a two bedroom extension with a study, a nice living room and kitchen and let Louise use it. We already had the planning permission and the infrastructure was in so the work was largely building a kitchen, bathroom, chimney and cosmetic. We could then, with minimal investment, convert three other buildings, without planning permission, into our garage and storage areas for Louise's businesses. Our extension, we had financed through our incomes and windfalls but this new work needed a small loan to complete the work to a high standard. We crunched the numbers and put it to Louise and, essentially, our agreement is that she pays us a rent for running her business from our address. This covers the loan, extra rates and utilities. She jumped at the opportunity to be closer to us. She has now moved in and we live en commune, aided by the fact that we connected her upstairs area through to our playroom lounge on the grounds of providing an additional fire escape route but it truly allows us to indulge ourselves sexually and in privacy. However, it does mean that when Joanna is away travelling, I do have her to turn to and also for the extra security and all the other benefits of having her with us, such as in helping with the children. And, of course, we can sleep with each other when Jo is on the road, but always on the proviso that we have to send her messages of what we have been up to, and our thoughts. Jo, we know, enjoys this and gives her some play material for her own relief. As to the changes with Louise, Joanna has had her remove her French landing strip so all three of us now have bald pussies to offer each other. In fact, I was with Louise the day she had it done and was able to oral her to climax in the salon treatment room. Joanna then really took her that evening over the horse, now housed and tucked away in the playroom. I had witnessed this session as Louise had me orally at the same time, while Jo had subjugated her bottom and love channels to all sorts of punishment and 'cock' play, finally fucking her with an 8 inch dildo we now had. In addition, she now has a gold ankle chain, waist chain and necklace to match mine. The necklace, like mine, is inscribed, "I am Joanna's girl." She also has the chastity chain that runs through the love area and Jo has used those on us from time to time when she has been travelling, much to our amusement as it doesn't stop us kissing. When at home, we enjoy all sorts of sexual permutations and there are no set patterns. If the kids are away, we usually indulge ourselves in a three-way. Louise and I play with each other largely when Jo is away, but when she is back, there are many nights when Jo sleeps with Louise and I use Louise's bed, usually being 'sealed' in by one of their panties. However, it has been just us three who have played with each other and Jo, to the best of our knowledge, had had no man. With the two of them indulging in each other, I don't see it as unfair or anything like that. It means that Jo is getting her true girl-on-girl enjoyment and it is usually, but not exclusively, Jo who takes and dominates Louise. My love affair of their scents from their panties or in oral servitude to them has not diminished and if they use me or leave me with their panties, I am content in being close to their intimacy. Louise has assumed some sort of dominance over me and, for example, likes to choose my lingerie. She has a thing for making me wear her used panties the day after her, as well as having me wash her lingerie and nighties. I don't object to this as the extra work is minimal and their lingerie provides an extra reminder of them to me when they are out working. There is also the fact that my own libido has fallen back because of the female hormones in me, now really starting to make their presence known. Now, where have I got to on that front? I have been back to the Clinic three times and they are very happy with my progress. My GP had had me visit her monthly for a check-over and blood work and all that, especially on liver, kidney and heart functions was all stable and nothing to worry about. These results were e-mailed up to London and my oestrogen levels were adjusted accordingly. My nipples were beginning to get quite prominent now and three times the size of when they had started out. My breasts were beginning to emerge and I was getting on to be a full A cup and with good prospects of being a C which is what I ideally wanted. They reiterated the need for sleep and I did need my nine hours a night. There were days when my breasts were really tender, but that was all part of the transformation and growing process. Certainly Joanna and Louise were now enjoying them when I wasn't sore and I just loved the new sensations of being stimulated by kissing, sucking and breast play. Care was taken about my weight. I could already detect a lot of weight shift from my arms, shoulders and waist onto my boobs and bottom, and also a loss of physical power. Physically I had lost an inch off my chest and upper arms and two inches off my waist. I have mentioned about my loss of libido and indeed there was some shrinkage in my penis-clit, now being only able to get about five and a half inches. I had explained that I had largely become a one-shot animal, but not always. This was all normal and further shrinkage of my cock and testicles would occur with passing months, accompanied by becoming sterile. I was fine with this. They asked me if I wanted to proceed to an orchidectomy in time as they would support the procedure. They explained the benefits that I could stop the androgens. They had checked my potassium retention levels; I was ok but slightly elevated. However, castration is obviously permanent and it would mean further shrinkage of my cock and was a precursor to full transformation. I looked at Jo and she looked at me. My answer was that it was certainly an option to consider seriously, but one that Jo and I needed to discuss in depth and whether she wanted me as a cross-over or as a full woman. Everybody had noticed that my hair was even thicker now and very coppery. I hadn't changed really changed style but was happier with the longer length down on to my shoulders. My skin was also getting a lot softer to the touch. There were the usual questions about my psychology. The girls had noticed that I was becoming more emotional and mellow but that was to be expected and they had managed it without any major issues between us all. I was a lot more teary about sad moments or moments that moved me. Sexually, I was also finding that when I orgasmed it was more of a mental thing than before, and more far intense when it did happen. I was also asked about any craving for a man and replied that this hadn't really changed from my wants before. Jo had smiled at that one. Overall, I was in good shape and we had left the clinic in a happy mood. Dinner that night was joyous and I ended up bound onto the Bench, gagged and blindfolded in Jo's briefs. It was my turn to be abused in celebration by both the girls and I ended up cumming as Louise strapped me with the Feeldoe and, at the same time, Jo strapped Louise. Jo was very happy with life. She had had an excellent year with her work and enjoyed coming home to all of us, either to play with the children, tackle the financials and investments, or to spend time with Louise and me. She was our domme and reveled in the role, but was also very considerate and loving. Louise and I both cherished her and enjoyed satisfying her however we could sexually. She quite enjoyed Louise's latex world and now had her own domme wardrobe. This activity they mainly engaged together and, indeed, I had let them go off the month before for a latex weekend in Austria, visiting the Simon factory and attending a fetish weekend. They had come back with two lovely suits in red for Jo and a transparent cream total cat-suit for Louise. Louise also had bought a gas mask and breathing control hood as well as latex sheets and a vacuum bed. My present was a lovely German, hand-blown (sic) plain glass anal dildo, covered in little green, smooth, silky bumps. Obviously, the weekend balanced up the nights I had Louise to myself and to really explore themselves sexually, as well as to have long conversations. I was to shortly learn that Louise had brought up the subject of Jo having a fully functioning man screw her. Jo had been very quick to say that she didn't want to disturb the equilibrium between the three of us as she was very happy indeed, and especially her relationship with me. Louise had replied that she was very aware of that but that I too was aware that Jo would need a man and also given my diminishing libido, I felt it was a natural progression. Jo had then said that she would be interested in just a boyfriend to fuck but didn't want the emotional attachment. Short of hiring an escort or putting an ad out on the net, she had no idea how to approach it and that these two routes held obvious risks of weirdoes and health, and that she wasn't going to compromise because of all of us. Louise then had indicated that she may have a solution with someone she knew in Oxford and that she could arrange an informal, no ties, meeting with him. He was a widower and had engaged in the cuckold scene as a bull and was seriously all alpha-male. Also, that he wouldn't be amiss to me being present and part of the play, if Louise wanted me there to attend them, effectively a quasi female attendant and cuckold. They had some fun imagining a scenario apparently. Unknown to me, Louise and Jo had a pub lunch with him and things had gone well. He had even produced a recent doctor's report as to his health and cleanliness. A date was duly arranged. The first thing I knew about it all was on the Wednesday before the Friday we were due to meet. Jo mentioned that she had booked us in dinner in Oxford with someone she had met and that I would be interested, given his academic background. I presumed that it was to do with work that the contact had been made. Louise would pick the kids up from their friends that evening and baby-sit them. And that we would be going to the Old Parsonage restaurant that serves Mediterranean based food to the sound of light jazz music on Fridays. And that Jo would want me afterwards when we got home On the Friday, Louise and I went to the salon and, after I had my hair shaped, my mons and legs waxed and my nails tidied up. We got back and had a pot of tea and then went to the bathroom. Louise suggested I took an enema to start out totally clean and as I performed this, she ran me a bath. She jumped in with me for a nice long soak. Jo came in from work, into the bathroom, leant over and gave us both a kiss. "I'm going to shower in the guest room and change there, as I just want to get some e-mails done before we head out. If I shower here, I'll never get out of here with you two naked." "Ok, honey." "Louise, I guess you are helping Mattie to dress?" "Yes, Jo, love, I am" "Make sure she has some sexy lingerie on for me for later, would you?" "I've thought of something." We eventually got out of the bath, dried off and I started to make up, using my familiar darker palette for a classier, sultry look. Louise darted back and forth and finally I went through to the bedroom. "This is what I have chosen for you, if you are ok with it." On the bed was some of my best lingerie, my black Aubade waspie and matching tanga panties with a lace motif over my pussy area that ran through to the tail of the tanga and thin semi- transparent material over the rest. The waspie was nicely firm and in a similar pattern. There was also my A cup matching soft bra, similarly designed but with a large black ribbon at the junction of my breast cleavage. I put on this fabulous lingerie, one of my favourite sets, and Louise opened a new packet of Wolford black 'Affaire' stockings and helped roll them onto my freshly waxed legs. I have always loved that feeling. For clothing, she had chosen a black silk top, to be covered with a silk collarless very light jacket with two small black buttons. This 'jacket' was also black with a cream swirl design. My skirt was matching black and just under two-thirds length and with large pleats in it to give it texture. I put them on. For jewellery, apart from my ankle chain showing on my left ankle through the stocking, I put on a gold watch with a thin cord like strap, my pearl ear-studs and my pearl necklace, double wrapped to hang lower and my engagement ring to go with my wedding ring. Louise said, "Here, put this one, it's mine." She produced a small black choker and put it on my neck. "Something to remind you of me this evening." "Mmmm, that's nice of you. Shame you are not coming." "Don't worry, somebody has to baby-sit and I guess it may be work related, so four would be a crowd." I put on some Private Collection as my perfume, always distinctive with its rich aroma. Finally my shoes, two inch black strappies. I was ready. I came out of the bedroom suite with Louise, hand in hand, and we went to the living room. As I came through the door, my mouth probably dropped open as Joanna was standing there dressed as a female for the first time in almost a year. A cream silk top and matching skirt of a similar length to mine, a bolero jacket in a perylene violet colour. She was wearing black, I presume, stockings, black strappy heels and she had her finger and toe nails done in a very dark violet colour. And she was made up fairly similarly to me. She had jewellery on to with her diamond bangle, a long gold chain, and gold studs. I was speechless, then muttered, "My God, you look magnificent, what has brought this on?" "Well Mattie, I understand he is very masculine in his taste as to women and if he is to be a special for us, for business or whatever, then I guess I need to adapt and it does make a little change." "Well you look divine." "Don't count on it lasting, and you may pay for it later?" "Come on you two, you need to be heading out." Louise passed me a black lune-bag on a gold chain that was hers, "I've put perfume, cosmetics etc and a pair of panties in there, in case you are caught short." I looked at her as if she was being strange. "You never know what Jo could get up to." We all kissed and grabbed our coats, both of us with long black ones, and Jo took quite a large bag with her. We left by the front door in somewhat a frenzied state, leaving some goodnights for the kids and Louise. "See you later." We drove to Oxford and meandered through the streets to St. Giles and the junctions of the Woodstock and Banbury roads where the Old Parsonage is located. We gave the keys over to a porter and headed inside, Joanna taking my hand, and we walked through the hotel into this low ceiling, red walled bar which had a large roaring fire in an open Cotswold stone fire. Joanna looked around and then spotted her guest. We walked across and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Duncan, meet Mattie; Mattie Duncan." Duncan greeted me, "Nice to meet you, I have heard a lot about you. Do sit down" "Nice to meet you." Duncan was about 5ft 10 so taller than both of us. He was fairly lean and dressed in a nice pair of beige trousers, a cashmere sports jacket and wearing a simple pale blue shirt with a mid-blue Hermes tie, and a matching handkerchief discreetly placed in his breast pocket. Shoes were brown brogues, and possibly Ducker shoes being a hand-made Oxford brand. He gave off the aura of being an academic, a good one and obviously, by his dress, with a decent income. His hair was salt and pepper and I put him in his late fifties, early sixties. He wasn't that handsome but he did have nice brown eyes that sparkled. His skin was quite rough but he was well groomed and had nice teeth. We sat down and had a glass of wine; Jo had said she was driving back and I also presumed that she wanted to remain reasonably sober being a more formal dinner than we usually enjoyed. Chat was very informal though and questions about family. Duncan explained that he was a widower to which we sympathised. He was working in Oxford University but also did a range of consultancy work on market research and given our backgrounds, that provided a strong platform for going through to the early part of the dinner. We ordered. The restaurant was adjacent to the bar and decorated in the same 'library' feel, stone floors, dark furniture and the redness of the walls. Duncan had a breaded langoustine starter with caper mayonnaise and Joanna and I went for the Jersey crab soufflé. Mains were a grilled halibut béarnaise with braised fennel for Jo, a rare rib steak with roast onions, pommes frites and a green herb salad for Duncan, and roast salmon with spinach & sorrel sauce for me. We washed this down with a nice glass of Chablis with the starter and a Burgundy wine, a Fixin with the mains. With our respective backgrounds, Duncan's insights on his market research were interesting to hear and we had a good debate, well more Jo and him. As the meal progressed and we got around to ordering deserts, questions became more personal and then Jo mentioned that Duncan knew about me and that he was perfectly at home with my form of womanhood. He could see that we were so evidently in love and Jo took my hand in hers. From this point the question became much more personal and Jo answered most of the questions revealing, quite surprisingly to me, some fairly intimate details about both of us. I could see that Duncan was quite enamoured, or possibly intrigued, by us both. We had some cheese and mopped up the wine and chose deserts, tarte fine and crème brulées. At this point, Jo suggested that I should go to the Ladies with her. "So what do you think, Mattie? Do you like him?" "Yes, he seems a very nice person; he isn't over-bearing or anything and has a good sense of humour." "Do you like him physically?" "That's a funny question?" "Well?" "Well he sort of grows on you, I wouldn't call him Pierce Brosnan but he's trim, well mannered and I quite like the salt and pepper hair." "He's growing on me though." "What? You intend sleeping with him!?" "Mmmm, perhaps, and you too." I just about fainted. "Louise and I have been a bit naughty with you. We got talking in Austria about men and the conversation turned to me and my quest, and she also got to hear about how I was very unsure to pursue someone largely because of the risk and that I didn't want to risk losing you or her." I was open-mouthed. She continued. "Louise talked about you and how you knew I would need to find a stud some day, not a lover, for the occasional hard cock. Well, she knew of someone and that someone is Duncan. He has been in this scene before of studding women with their husbands present but is unattached at the moment. He has also had experience with women with sissies, but obviously not a woman with someone like you alongside." "Goodness, I don't know what to say......it is true about what Louise and I talked about and she did mention some months ago that she knew someone." "Well the three of us met up for a pub lunch not long ago, so Louise could make the introduction and see if there was any bite between us. I haven't been with him, just so you know." "Gosh, you are scheming you two. What are you suggesting?" "That we go back to his place in our car, see how things go and if you or I are uncomfortable then we gracefully exit. He's too much a gentleman to object and anyway, Louise knows him. She hasn't slept with him and wasn't interested to be here." "Well let me think over dessert and coffee and let's see. You fancy him do you?" "He certainly meets my criteria as to being a potential stud and no strings attached. I also like his mind; he is bright, witty and, I suspect, imaginative. On the down side, he may be a little too crusty, if you know what I mean." Joanna continued, "We will have to see how he is as a lover and, seriously, I have no objection to him taking you, one of the reasons that I wanted you here tonight was to assess him and if we do proceed, it should be very much us together, not me." "That's nice and yes, I wouldn't mind seeing you being taken by another man, properly." "And the same for me as to you, Mattie." We headed back to the table and I guess I was much more responsive to Duncan's questions and also our questioning of him was a bit more rigorous. The more personal material we kept for later given where we are. Duncan's wife had died tragically some eight years ago and he had never felt that he needed to remarry. His academic work kept him more than occupied. He had a wide circle of friends and it was through one of these friends that he had met Louise, when she was going out with this girlfriend. He and his wife had been active sexually and had enjoyed swinging so, since her death, he had continued in that world and had found a satisfying seam in being a 'bull' in cuckold relationships. He had had a small number of couples that he had serviced but had been fallow for some time with a book being published. Louise's phone call to him had been very timely therefore. He described his last 'affairs' as romances they were not. Two of the women that he had serviced were just because they wanted an affair with a better-endowed man than their husbands. One relationship involved voyeurism by the husband and the fourth was the one closest to us in that it took in a sissy who helped his wife and was serviced by Duncan. Duncan explained that he was mainly interested in women but if a good looking sissy, then he would bring her into play. When he had been active, he had a session once a week on average and that kept him happy. Jo had already explained our set-up to Duncan and how she was looking for the occasional man-friend to satisfy her female side and that while most sessions may be just one on one with him, there would be the occasional play with me, and perhaps even Louise if she wished to be there. He was happy to consider. Over coffee, we talked about some of our play and interests and Duncan asked several questions, not really revealing his hand. Duncan proposed a drink at his place and that it was just a short distance from the restaurant, up the road and near the Dragon School. Joanna looked at me and I nodded my assent, as Joanna had said, we could always leave if we were uncomfortable. Jo said yes to him and he had soon settled the bill. We retrieved the car and within two minutes, we were outside his house, one of those typical Edwardian houses in that area of Oxford near Summertown and the Cherwell Boat House. We entered the house and went through to the spacious lounge. It was furnished comfortably and very much archetypal of an academic with books and papers everywhere. There was a grand piano in the front window. We sat down in this massive sofa and Duncan opened a bottle of wine and poured three glasses. He came and sat down to Joanna, who was in the middle of the three of us. He started by questioning us about my transformation and, by now, I felt comfortable in revealing some of the more intimate details and Jo was also supporting, filling in different perspectives from her viewpoint, and especially reinforcing how female I had become, especially in love making. He poured a second glass and proposed that if we were interested he could put on a DVD that involved a sissy husband. We agreed and on it went and it was fascinating and rather amusing as the sissy was very much a male who was cross-dressed by his wife. However, the 'fluffing' of the stud before he took the wife, I found very erotic, and especially the shots of him entering her. I looked over and Joanna and Duncan were now kissing and his hands were wandering over Jo's knees. I could sense that she was enjoying this and that we were staying. Their kissing and hand exploration increased; slowly Duncan's hand made its way up Jo's stockinged leg and under her skirt. She opened her legs to give him easier access. Jo was slumped back in the sofa and Duncan continued his kissing of her, slowly arousing her as his hand went up and down the inside of her leg, ever getting closer to her grotto as her skirt rode higher. No doubt he could feel her suspenders if she was wearing stockings. Jo motioned for me to get down on my knees and please her under her skirt. I duly moved into position and saw that she was wearing stockings and her panties were like mine, Aubdade. I could see the outline of her pussy through the now-wet material. Moreover, I could scent her sex odour coming off her meaning that she was well turned-on. I let her clit push against my nose, enjoying the aroma, as I played it along her wet slit. I then brought my tongue into play against her pussy. Meanwhile, Duncan was feeling her breasts through her silk blouse, brushing his hand against her hardening nipples; this was while they continued to French kiss. Duncan also brought his hand down to Jo's panties, focusing on pinching her clit and lips why I played further down, enjoying her pre-cum seeping out of those lovely panties. "I think we ought to head upstairs, girls." I lifted my head up and Duncan turned his attention on me to taste Joanna's pre-cum on my lips. One of his hands dropped down to feel my bottom. We got up and Duncan led us upstairs, Joanna and me following hand in hand. The bedroom was a spacious one with a large, modern four-poster and covered with black sheets and pillows and a massive faux fur cover. The room was nicely lit with dimmed down lights; there was a sofa, a couple of stools and the normal bedroom furniture. There was an en-suite bathroom all in white. Jo suggested that Duncan and I help her out of her clothing, then they would help me, and finally we would unclothe Duncan. I started to unbutton her blouse and was knocked out that she was dressed in a bra and waspie that matched mine, hers being under-wired though. Duncan unzipped her skirt and there she was dressed in exquisite black lingerie. Duncan looked on approvingly. Very quickly, I was out of my clothing and when he saw we were identically dressed, he "Wow-ed" us. Our attention turned to Duncan and we removed his tie and shirt, before dropping to our knees and helping him out of his shoes and socks. I undid the buckle of his belt and Joanna slowly unzipped him. Duncan was in white boxers and there was definitely a package in there. He pressed both Joanna and me into his crotch on either side so we could feel him. I let Joanna pop him out and he was pretty huge. He was close to eight inches; however, more importantly, it was his girth that was impressive. He was very near six inches and certainly over five and a half; he was uncut, and quite pale in colour, which exaggerated the purple intensity of the top of his penis. Certainly, he offered Joanna the size that she had been seeking. Our eyes just opened at this marvel; Jo ran her fingers up and down his shaft and took Duncan into her mouth. She invited me to join her and we were there, either side of Duncan's hard cock, teasing his shaft, taking in his manly taste. Our mouths played the length of his shaft and over his helmet. He was so wide that we could hardly touch each other lips as we both embraced him. We knew he was enjoying it by the sighs that he was making. Duncan then suggested that I slowly remove Joanna's bra and panties; as he moved into kiss Jo's nipples, I helped release him from his shorts and I nestled into taking his heavy balls into my mouth. From attending to him, I darted across to Joanna and kissed her love channels in subservience to her; she was very, very wet in anticipation of the massive cock she was shortly to take and she tasted delicious with her fresh pre-cum. Duncan lay down on the bed and Joanna climbed on top of him facing the bed-head so as to allow him to enjoy her orally and to access her breasts with his hands. I moved back to taking his hard cock into my mouth to prepare him for his eventual entry. Joanna was squirming over his tongue and nose with the oral pleasure he was giving her, his tongue professionally working her clitoris and vulva, upping the tempo of her masturbation and her readiness. As the momentous occasion built up, Duncan suggested that she roll onto her tummy and he slipped a bolster under her to elevate her pussy. I was ordered to keep building her up for him with my tongue. Duncan pulled out two chains and cuffs that had been hanging out of view behind his headboard and cuffed Jo's wrists so her arms were spread out and immobilised. He then repeated this with her ankles off the footboard, forcing her cunt to be wide open. I had never seen her restrained before but she took it with out complaint. She was about to be made his moll. Duncan ordered me to retrieve Joanna's black panties and to inhale their scent while I watched what was to come. I slipped my head into them, the damp gusset over my nose to pick her erotic odour, while I watched them through her leg holes. He then focused on stimulating Joanna's pussy, gently running his fingers around her and into her, threatening her that by the end of the evening he would be fisting her. I could see her squirming with excitement. Some of her cream was directed to her anus but then Duncan added to it with a little lubricant. He took out this lovely glass butt plug which was seven inches long and over two and a quarter inches diameter on its fourth ring. It was known as a Wave and had four rings that tapered in increasing diameter from its head, and then half way down there was the shaft finishing in the plug. He gently pushed it home into Joanna, her anus gratefully receiving this in prospect of feeling Duncan hard in her. She mewed gently as it went in to its home. He moved up to her head, which was on a pillow and presented his cock to her. She took him in, the cock filling her mouth. Slowly, Duncan worked her throat, opening it up so that she was nearly swallowing him. How she managed this, I do not know, as her mouth was really full with him. Duncan moved to his drawer and pulled out a bit gag and locked it into place, gagging Jo with the wooden bit and two large metal rings attaching the bit onto the leather strap. He said that next time he would blindfold her, as she was now to be his sex slave. Joanna moved on this and squealed. He took a riding crop and started to tease her with the end, playing across her pussy entrance and down onto her clit. He swiped her across the bottom and she yelped. This was something Louise and I had never done. The leather tip returned to its tease before a second lash; this continued for six lashes, leaving their mark on her. After the fourth lash, he was teasing the crop tip just under her clit and then down the inner lips; before the sixth lash, he was masturbating her with the leather tip embedded in her pussy. I could see that she was highly excited and fighting against cumming. Then came the moment when she had her real virginity taken. Duncan climbed behind her and guided his substantial cock towards her vagina. "Mattie, as the Slave's servant, I want you guide me into her." I leant over between them, took his cock in my hand, and guided him into my love, his head prising open her vulva gate. He pushed with me still holding his cock and he entered her as my fingers slid back on him. Joanna squealed in pleasure of this cock filling her, the biggest she had ever taken and up against her rear glass dildo. He held himself in her for some ten or fifteen seconds before making his first stroke. She struggled against the bit again as, slowly he started up his first fucking of his new girl. Joanna was pushing her bottom as much as she could back onto Duncan. He slowly built his stroke rate, letting Jo feel him in her each time he was buried in her, at the top of her womb and against the hard glass dildo doing its work next door. I could clearly see his cock sliding in and out, increasingly covered in Jo's cum as she worked herself up her hill. He was fairly vocal with her, referring to her as his slave, his whore, and that the only cum that would enter her orifices now was his or those permitted by him to leave their seed in her. She pushed harder against him. Duncan's pace was now frenetic, bringing Jo closer to her orgasm. In fact, she did not last that much longer, her orgasmic volcano going off in her and a long guttural scram muffled by the bit. Duncan came right behind her as she hit her peak, holding his cock hard in her, as she contracted with pleasure, his copious load of semen, no doubt, streaming deep into her. He remained in Joanna for some fifteen minutes as she wound herself down but in doing so having a couple of serious ripples of pleasure from the sheer size of him in her and her stretched pussy. "Oh my god, that was mind-blowing, Duncan. I have never ever been taken like that." Duncan released Joanna from her leg cuffs. "Expect several more then, Joanna. You will be come my sex slave, not my lover, in the months to come. I will expect you, and Mattie when present, to be compliant to my every wish sexually." Similarly, she was released from her wrist cuffs. "Anything out of the ordinary, whatever that is, I will discuss with you to your comfort level but, in time, you will learn to trust me as I push you. Ok?" "Mmmmm, yes." He slowly withdrew her butt dildo with a pop. I could see that both her love entrances were still wide open and very wet. "Time for Mattie to have her first cream pie, I think Joanna." Joanna looked at me, "Off with your bra and panties, now and into position on the bed, Mattie" I complied and lay down on the bed. Joanna climbed back on and stood above me, like that first night we had entered this new relationship, facing down the bed. She provocatively lowered herself slowly onto my mouth and nose, her entrances smeared in both their cum. The aroma was very different to Jo's normal; yes, it was her but I could pick up the salty smell of Duncan's insemination. She lowered herself onto me and I could taste the two of them, comingled together. There was cum everywhere in comparison to her normal emission, never mind Duncan's copious load in her. I used my tongue on her, gently playing and teasing her from her clitoris down to her anus. Her perineum was exquisite. Meanwhile, I felt Duncan lubricate me and my anus was opened up with some cold dildo and gently it was worked in until it was lodged in me. I felt Duncan go down on my clit, running his tongue around my swollen bud. He then pulled away to kiss Joanna and play with her nipples. I could hear him say that he would enjoy 'exquisitely' torturing them. The next thing was that Jo pulled off me and grabbed my wrists and cuffed them, as Duncan did the same to my ankles; however, I wasn't in as tight as Jo had been, probably as they were using different chains or because of our height difference. I was now similarly secured as Joanna had been. The bolster was pushed under my bottom pushing me up for access. Jo went to her bag and pulled out or chin-dildo and attached that into position on me. Duncan commented that he had not seen one of these in action. Jo climbed back onto the bed and lowered herself onto the chin-dildo ordering me to please her as I normally do. Duncan moved onto the bed and I felt him playing with Jo's breasts. His actions in teasing her forced Joanna down onto me. I felt Duncan move between my legs; he withdrew the dildo from me and I felt his fingers entering me, exploring me. Joanna was enjoying herself riding my chin toy. I felt Duncan shift himself again and then there was another dildo pushing against me, my outer muscles relaxed from the dildo before. It wasn't one at all, it was him and he was taking me. I grimaced as he gently push in, widening the prepared channel. He rested and let me adjust and then he pushed again. He stopped once more for me to adapt and take him and yet another thrust and rest. On the fourth drive, he was into me, this nigh-on eight by six cock. Similar as what he did with Joanna, he let me feel him inside my back pussy and then he started his slow fuck, teasing Joanna with his fingers and kissing her as she moved backwards and forwards on my chin in time to his rhythm. He started to fuck me, my excitement growing. I could really feel him inside me, his girth filling me up and teasing my gurl-g-spot. Jo continued to ride me, her cream now cumming down the dildo and into my mouth, serving to add to my sense of being taken by both of them. Duncan upped his tempo and I was in seventh heaven; just like Jo, I had never been taken like this by any man. Duncan pushed himself all the way into me and I felt him cum hard into my love channel. Jo also unleashed her orgasm, her thicker cream oozing down for me to enjoy her. Again, similar to what he had done with Jo, Duncan let me slowly descend from my brain high. I was wonderful to feel him in me. Slowly he withdrew and he took a smaller butt plug and secured his jism deep in me. He retrieved my panties and helped me back into them. Jo had climbed off me, her pussy still very damp. Duncan went and got the wine glasses and we had a quick refreshment. He wanted to take Joanna again. I didn't have any ideas about Joanna's thoughts but how much stamina did this man have? After the wine, he got me back onto the bed again, positioned across it with my head at the edge of the bed. He got Joanna to lie on top of me; her anus and pussy were directly above me ready for my tongue. He ordered me to start to fluff her up and he reattached the cuffs onto Joanna, locking her into position. He then re-gagged her, this time using one with a small but wide mouth dildo attached to it. He followed this with nipple clamps, those little ones like a g clamp, and he screwed them in to get her nipples standing on end and to the point that she was biting on her gag. I could smell and taste the impact on Joanna that Duncan's pleasure was having on her. She began her excitement yet again and the anticipation of him being inside her again. I worked on getting her as wet as possible, concentrating on her inner labia and her sensitive areas to get as much cum flowing as possible. Duncan tightened the clamps yet another notch. He came around to the side of the bed and between Jo's legs, right above me. He played with her pussy and put his fingers inside her to pick up some of the cum; this he gave me a finger to taste and the other he took into his mouth. He then applied a little lubricant around her cunt entrance and down her perineum. Duncan moved forward and, again slowly, entered Joanna's pussy, completely stretching her vagina and filling her with pleasure. I was there below them watching him slide in and out and how her pussy entrance moved with Duncan's fucking of her, culminating in the creamy froth emerging at the edges. I could feel his motion through Joanna's body lying on me and as I was close as I could be to them without being in. My tongue naturally moved to take in Jo's froth and also to suck on Duncan's balls and tease the lower side of his cock. Duncan withdrew his cock but immediately targeted Joanna's anus. He slowly worked himself inside and, in doing so, was that much closer to my mouth. I heard him berate Joanna, "Now your other virginity, Joanna; a real man inside you not that gurl-clit of Mattie's or plastic." He pushed home, Jo, writhing as best she could to this new invasion. "You will always crave large cock from now on. I shall be your master and decide on whether it is mine or somebody else's. You will be my cock whore and make your love orifices available whenever to me." I could sense Joanna clenching onto Duncan's cock, enjoying him and milking his cock with her anal muscles. Duncan was all the way in now and started to fuck her hard. She erupted, squirting her cum everywhere and Duncan came hard into her. He remained in her so that Joanna could really enjoy him and her tremors of pleasure kept coming and coming. Eventually, he slowly withdrew and I could see deep inside her channel with its white male cum pervading the pleasure tube. He pulled out a second butt plug, similar to the one I was wearing, and inserted it into Joanna, sealing her up. "Now I have you both inseminated down there. You will both sleep with these in before I take you again in the morning." Duncan released Joanna from her bonds and she climbed off me. We cleaned up and then climbed into bed, Jo in the middle cuddling up to Duncan. She had gone to her bag beforehand, pulled out a pair of Louise's panties, and bound me into them with a stocking. Her familiar, comforting scent pervaded my nostrils. I fell asleep as Duncan chatted with Joanna about how she would service him and he continued with the teasing that she would become his sex toy and cum whore. I heard next morning that Joanna had mounted him one more time, being taken by sitting on his monster cock. This was, of course, the way that she preferred to take me to enjoy my girth and exert her dominance but, with Duncan, it was purely for her pleasure. The next morning Duncan took us again, as promised, before dressing back into our clothing from the night before and then having a coffee. It was all relaxed and Duncan wanted to be assured that we were ok and had enjoyed the session. Joanna was very much like the proverbial cat with the cream. We indicated that we had been and that we had enjoyed his company. Just as we were leaving to head back to the cottage to a shower and Louise and the children, Duncan took us aside. "Joanna, if you are really serious about seeing me regularly and exploring your female side with me and of course, I welcome Mattie at any of these sessions, may I suggest you later read the agreement in this envelope." He handed her a manila envelope. "It is all about what you should expect and give physically to me and the boundaries of the relationship. I do not expect to intervene on your marriage. However, if you dive give yourself to me, it is about being submissive to me as your bull and that you need to give full trust to what I arrange for both of us, or all of us. It also allows for some flexibility as to your work." Duncan moved over and kissed us both and we went on our away. \* *I do have a format and good ideas for Chapter 11 and perhaps 12 based on the experiences of life as a tv and with my ex and girlfriends. However, I am beginning to get more into the realm of fantasy and would welcome your input to direction this could all go, if you want the story to continue. Your contributions will allow me to build in the teases and continuity that I have strived to include in these chapters and so many of you have been kind to comment positively on in your feedback.*

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Title: Dr. Peterson Pt. 02 Tags: older-younger, oral, gay, anal, sex, older man, blow job, anal sex, rimming, spanking "Tomorrow I have a case for you. Uh...I think that makes it the 10th one right?" Dr Peterson shyly asked. I smiled and said, "Yes doctor. Why don't I pick it up Saturday?" He agreed and hung up. He churned those 10 cases faster than I thought. Oh well, money is money right? The rest of the week went by without a hitch. I contemplated on what we were going to do. Should I really give him his money's worth or should I just get it over with. My friends and I were going to meet up for drinks later. Should I let him fuck me bent over his desk or should I lay flat on my back and let my legs reach for the sky? As I showered, I fought the urge to play with my ass and jerk off. No, I wanted this lust to build and boil inside of me. Who knows, maybe I'll get to fuck him. I got out, and dressed. I was so horny just thinking about what I was going to do. Too bad my other clients weren't into guys. I arrived at his empty office and was ushered in. He immediately sat down in his chair, anticipating his treat like a puppy. I asked him where the 10th case was and he replied, "It's on the front desk." "You haven't been having any more issues with my work?" I asked as I pulled my t-shirt off. He shook his head no as he admired my body. I wickedly smiled and said, "...too bad." I walked around the desk to stand in front of him. I put one foot on the chair, between his legs and pushed him back. I needed space for my little show. I turned and assumed "the position." I could somehow feel his cock harden while he sat there and stared at my backside. I slowly slid down my shorts and gave him full view what he'd earned. I could hear him stroking his cock through his slacks. "Do you like what you see Dr. Peterson," I asked? He made an audible grunt so I took that as a yes. With shaking hands, he reached out to touch my ass but I quickly swatted him away. "Don't be in such a rush doctor. You'll get what's cumming to you," I wickedly said and continued, "Do you want me like this?" I turned while slowly stroking my cock and then sitting on his desk, spreading my legs and exposing it all to him. I once again asked, "Or like this?" Dr. Peterson licked his lips while he clumsily free his cock from it's confinement. I could help but lick my own lips. The memory of me on my knees with my cum covered mouth rushed into my brain. He breathlessly replied, "Like that." "Like that...what," I questioned. His reply of "Like that, please." brought a big smile to his face. I wondered if now would be a good time to up my price. I wanted to see how this went first. With my legs still open I invited him to get what he earned. He pulled a condom from his pocket and kicked off his pants. As he made his way to me, he stripped off the rest of his clothes. The doctor rolled the rubber onto his stiff cock and just as he was about to poke me with it, i interrupted him, "Dr. Peterson, you don't expect to just fuck me dry do you? That might hurt me." He looked around frantically. No lube in sight. I smiled another wicked smile and said, "Doctor, you don't have any lube?" He stammered a no while still trying to find anything that could be used. Had him right where I wanted him. "Dr. Peterson, looks like you're just going to have to lube me some other way," I suggested. He looked confused until it dawned on him what he had to do if he wanted my ass. With his cock still in hand. I saw him lower himself until all I saw was from the eyes up. I heard him open his mouth and then felt the tip of his tongue on my rosebud. It sent electricity up my body. I couldn't help to beg, "more, please more." With a bit more courage, i felt his tongue again. He poked and prodded at my entrance with it. I moaned with delight as he built more confidence and circled my hole with his tongue. He probed me as he started to caress my legs. I was so horny and his tongue felt so good in me. "Mmmm yeah. Lick my asshole doctor," I moan. My cock is at full attention when he grips it and slowly strokes it. Dr. Peterson continued to fuck my hole with his tongue as I lost myself in ecstasy. I began to pinch and play with my nipples. I felt like such a dirty slut. I was nearly about to explode when I yelled, "Fuck me doctor! Fuck me now damnit!" The good doctor needed no more of an invitation. With cock in hand, he guided towards my waiting ass. I hadn't had a good fucking in a bit so I was beyond ready. I felt his soft tip at the entrance and then slide into me. Between his saliva from eating my ass and the lube on the condom, his hot cock slid in easy enough. I felt my ring stretch over his head and then felt him glide in, inch by inch. I gripped the edge of his desk and let out a groan. It felt like eternity when I finally felt his balls make contact with my ass. I tilted my head up to see him. He was lost in his own world by now. He'd earned this piece of ass and now he was going to enjoy it. I urged him, "Come on doctor, fuck me." He lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders and he pulled me towards him. Oh he was serious now. Dr. Peterson pulled back and I felt every inch of his cock reverse out of me. Just as I felt his head stretch my anal ring again, he pushed it back in. I let out an, "Ohhhhhh." He did it again and again. Building up more momentum with each thrust. The doctor started to give me a good fucking. He slammed his cock into me over and over again. My legs fell to the side and he held them up under my knees as he continued to pound my ass. I could feel and hear his balls slap against me. I watched the doctor fuck me and noticed he was not really looking at me but passed me. He started to mumble between grunts as he fucked me, "...you like that whore...teach you...never in your ass...your ass is mine." He was imaging that he was fucking his horrible wife. That got me hot. I jerked my own cock and yelled, "Fuck my ass! Fuck it harder!" He obliged and I couldn't hold it any longer. String after string of my cum shot out and onto my chest. I threw my head back and I yelled out in ecstasy. With a growl, he surprised me by pulling completely out and turned me over. I barely had time to register what was happening when he rammed his cock into me again. With a renewed vigor and his hands holding my hips tightly, he rammed his cock into me again and again. I just held on for dear life while moaning, grunting, and yelling in lust. "My ass bitch!" He yelled as echoes of his skin slapped against my ass. I could only reply with, "Yes! Your ass! It's yours!" He slapped my ass a few times. The last one really stung and then I felt his hands really grip and grope into my cheeks. I could feel his climax coming. I tighten up ass and within a couple more thrust, I heard him moan loudly as he came He was spent, so I pushed back to let him fall back into his chair. I got on my knees and took off the condom. I took his softening cock in my mouth and sucked off all of his cream. He moaned even louder with each suck. When I was done milking him for all that he was worth, I got up and kissed him on his head. I turned and bent down to get my clothes so he could get one last look. Still in his chair, he rolled towards me and planted his lips where he'd spank me. He kissed my ass a couple more times and then licked my used asshole one last time. He turned me and stared at my semi erect cock. As if mesmerized by it, he opened his mouth and took it in. He began to suck me. I let out, "Mmmmmm, yes baby. Is this your first cock in your mouth?" He replied with a muffled, "Mmhmm." My cock grew inside his hot mouth. I started to thrust a little with in time of his bobs. For a first timer, he was a pretty good cock sucker. I dropped my clothes and put my hands on his head. I gently started to fuck his mouth. It felt so good. Dr. Peterson started to incorporate his tongue in the motion and I was close to cumming. I warned him and his mouth released me as he started to jerk me off. The mixture of precum and his own saliva dripped from his mouth and run down his neck. It was so hot. I exploded and I shot on his face. Most of it on his lips. He kissed the tip of my cock and then opened a drawer to get some hand towels. He handed me one and we cleaned up. I dressed and got ready to leave. I opened his office door and was about to leave when I decided to say, "That was good, but maybe next time, it would feel much better for me and you if you didn't have the condom." I looked at him with my wicked grin and winked. Still in a daze of lust, he smiled and agreed. I left thoroughly satisfied. Dr. Peterson better hurry up with those next ten cases or else I may have to lessen it to 5. Grinning, I went home to shower and reply what had just happened in that wonderful office.

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Some couples spent their free time gallivanting in the woods like people who forgot what year it was. Still others performed monotonous tasks that they just happened to enjoy, while others went on trips to see the rest of the world in all of its splendour before returning to the comfort of their own home. A few even went so far as to explore their own sexuality in manners that police society would decry as being “indecent” or “too kinky”. As for the two of them though? They just liked size. Or rather, they enjoyed making good use of the difference between the two of them to live out some of their more “out there” fantasies, given they couldn’t do it any other way. Both Za’Vark and Niz would love nothing more than for there to be some kind of magical growth juice that would actually let them experience what it was like to become as big as some of the people they saw on the street occasionally, and certainly as large as the ones on those videos they both denied keeping in their respective computers’ hard drives. It was a cruel twist of fate that neither of them had been blessed by the gene, doubly so that they’d end up being together while bemoaning this hateful prank played on them by the genetic lottery; would it be that just wishing upon a star could fix things, the two of them would’ve outgrown their house several times over the course of their time together. Still, their natural difference was… sufficient, at least most of the time. Za’Vark was good enough at playing the role of the big, mighty, virile dom to Niz’s tinier sub, and while they both knew that it was just a poor man’s imitation of the real deal, especially considering what some hypers out there were capable of, that was all they could really do. Not that it was anything less than wonderful though; every second they spent engaging in these fantasies was one they would never take back, but it still paled in comparison to the real deal… or at least they assumed it did, given that the idealized scenario they had run in their head multiple times over had fermented and sweetened to the point where just briefly considering it left the both of them practically salivating at this imaginary, perfect version of themselves. Niz in particular was motivated to find some way to get around their lack of a transformative gene, given his status as the shorter one in the relationship; he was fine with being tiny, but only for Za’Vark, leaving him constantly struggling with his lust for growth as it fought with his innate desire for wanting to play the “tiny sub” to his mate’s much more dominant personality. Sure, they occasionally forced the neighbors to go without sleep for hours on end… but this wasn’t enough. As such, the smaller Kig Yar often spent quite a bit of time going through what he liked to pretend were trusted sources, when in reality all he was really doing was perusing forums mostly used by hypers to discuss their size “problems” while pretending to be one himself. It wasn’t the most honest of ways to spend the time, but he barely did anything other than lurk anyway, so he rationalized away the tiny bit of shame he felt each time whenever he did drop a comment or two. What mattered was that doing this gave him plenty of insight on how these plus-sized individuals led their lives, as well as what had triggered their transformation in the first place; a few stories had led Niz to believe that maybe, just maybe, all he and his roommate had to do was try out a few things to see if they weren’t actually hypers all along, and just happened to have an unusual trigger for the condition to manifest. To date, none of these had actually worked, leaving the two of them increasingly dejected at the lack of progress. The other thing that constantly prowling these forums did was seriously skew the search engine algorithm and targeted advertisement that Niz was constantly bombarded by, given he chose to go without an adblock on the off-chance that just might find something useful. Most of the time it were the usual suspects: growth pills, growth creams, growth supplements, growth workout regiments, all of them tried, tested and found to be wanting, little more than predatory business practices meant to dupe gullible, naive or just otherwise desperate customers who didn’t read the fine print and were thus unaware that they were buying extremely dodgy products (if one was feeling charitable in their description). For Niz and Za’Vark, it was less about believing it would work and much more about just seeing if it did, hoping that something would help trigger a transformation that, sadly enough, never really materialized. This kept going until, one day, Niz happened to stumble onto something… strange. It was yet another advertisement, this one loading before a video started when he wasn’t even looking for anything on the subject. He’d just gotten ready to watch a video series on some random game by a favoured content creator when, all of a sudden, he was bombarded by the most obnoxious sequence of colourful flashes he’d ever had the misfortune of seeing. It was like the ad was trying to trigger an epileptic seizure, and when the text-to-speech voice began to talk the whole thing just descended into the realms of the utterly farcical, leaving the Kig Yar wondering whether to be scowling and shouting at the screen for daring to scare him like that, or laughing his ass off at the absolutely terrible production quality. That is, of course, until he managed to parse what was being said and the ad itself got to the juicy bit, the product they were advertising to begin with: a canister of gas, purported to “trigger growth-based, health-based, alkaline-proof growth solutions in idiomatic organic compounds present in all non-silica-based organisms”, whatever that was supposed to mean, followed by a series of words so baffling in how poorly pronounced they were by the program that they almost sounded like they meant something as opposed to being technobabble. What mattered though, was the brand name for what was being sold, something that, in between the absurdity of the ad and the obviously shoddy quality, still managed to get through to Niz: “Macro Gas.” These were two words that he’d actually thought about before, but just never expected to see uttered in any kind of serious fashion outside of kink roleplay and a select few chat groups he happened to be in. Macro-level hypers were extremely rare, especially those who went beyond the thirty-foot mark, but the concept of being dosed with a substance that made one tower over skyscrapers had been a constant theme in both his and Za’Vark’s time together, to the point where once they even bought a model city in which to play around and thrash about. It was quite fun, even if they had to double-check the house to ensure there was no one watching… and soundproof the door just in case as well. In all honesty, he probably shouldn’t have clicked on the ad itself. He probably shouldn’t have navigated through that shoddily-built website in order to find the correct sequence of options he had to press in order to purchase a single unit of whatever the gas came in. He probably shouldn’t have given what was most likely a phishing scam, or some other kind of illicit operation, his bank account details and credit card information… but he did. He did so knowing very well that it was going to backfire in some way, because there was just something about the words “Macro Gas” that tickled his buttons in just the right way to get him to do things that he normally wouldn’t, were he in possession of his mental faculties. Niz couldn’t help it, it was stronger than him; this was mostly why he tried not to peruse online shops without Za’Vark around to keep his impulse purchases in check; with the Sangheili off at work though, there wasn’t a lot stopping the smaller one of the two from doing something very stupid indeed, and then deciding to compound on this mistake by not only not telling his roomie about it, but outright deciding to make it a surprise for when it did arrive. That this would require some absolutely stellar and fortuitous timing on the delivery, not to mention the damned product even working as advertised, didn’t really register with Niz; all he cared about was the idea of huffing some gas and suddenly being house-sized, a mental image so powerful that, right after he was done buying the means for it, he had to put his binge watch on hold so he could divert all of that horny energy towards something more capable of bringing about some release. The next few days were special, if only because Niz was as capable of holding a secret as a glass was capable of holding water when tipped on its side. It took all of his mental fortitude and then some for the Kig Yar to keep the plan from slipping out into the world, and it didn’t help that he was very obviously trying to hide something and the only reason his roommate didn’t pry too hard was because it couldn’t possibly be bad with how giddy Niz was all the time. Clearly, the tiny one had something planned and this something was beyond depraved, so Za’Vark’s role as the “responsible” one of the two was to prepare for the inevitable night of very loud lovemaking that would inevitably leave the two in need of a very long shower together. The salts would be rose-scented this time; he’d been meaning to try that out for some time. No such luck though; the kind of fun that Niz had in mind didn’t involve the same kind of intimacy they were both used to, and certainly didn’t involve making good use of their size difference either… in the same way they usually used it, that is. If everything went according to plan, not only was he going to turn the tables on Za’Vark so hard that they’d end up flipped onto their back and begging their mate to go harder, but Niz would be having to pay attention to the ceiling, lest he end up breaking through it without even realizing it. This, and many other such thoughts, entertained him as he waited for the package to arrive, which, given the complete lack of tracking on the website’s part, could be anything from a few days to several years later; Niz could only hope it was more skewed towards the former. As it turned out, he would only have to wait for about a month before a delivery truck stopped outside their apartment block and buzzed their apartment, a very bored-sounding courier reading out Niz’s full name and then struggling to pronounce just what sort of package they had for him. The Kig Yar excitedly rushed down the stairs, completely forgetting that he had an elevator he could use and at times almost tripping down into a crumpled heap at the bottom of the building; he was sweating profusely by the time he reached the door, giving the truck driver plenty of ideas about what that package might be, especially given a certain other package’s conspicuously hardened state. The box itself was significantly smaller than Niz expected it to be, no bigger than one of his legs and very clearly shaped like a cylinder; fitting, considering it was supposed to be a gas canister of sorts (at least if he remembered the pictures correctly), but still underwhelming compared to what he’d spent years fantasizing about. Nevertheless, he signed whatever he had to, grabbed the damned thing and bolted up two flights of stairs before remembering to use the elevator before he gave himself a heart attack out of sheer exertion. Once safely inside of his home, then Niz could go to work unwrapping his mystery package, already so excited that there was absolutely no future in which he wouldn’t be disappointed by what he saw; the amount of hype he had built up for it was such that nothing short of his literal dreams come true would serve to live up to expectations. Thankfully, it was a close enough approximation that he only felt a couple of twinges of regret and buyer’s remorse once he got rid of all the wrapping paper and inspected his purchase. It was, as expected, something like a gas canister, not unlike those that deep-sea divers strapped to their backs, albeit slightly smaller; it was no longer than his leg, yes, but the pressure valve was also tiny compared to most that the Kig Yar had seen, making the whole thing look more like a sort of toy than anything else. This wasn’t helped by the fact that the valve itself had a long hose attached to it, with a metallic nozzle at the end that looked straight out of some low-quality growth comic, making Niz wonder whether or not he’d just been had; it was made worse by the amount of warning stickers slapped onto the small tank, so many that he could barely even see the metal it was constructed of, leaving it to look more like a movie prop than anything that was actually supposed to be used. Then again, all these labels were written down in multiple languages and at least seemed to look official enough rather than just being random gibberish meant to fill up space, so who really knew? Maybe the whole thing was actually real and he just so happened to buy it off some random, third-level reseller; wouldn’t be the first time that happened. No time like the present to experiment, then. Ignoring the voice in his head telling him that sticking the nozzle into his mouth without disinfecting it first was probably a bad idea, as well as the other one shouting at him that he was about to consume what might very well be some kind of poisonous substance, tiny Niz sat down on his couch, got comfortable, and then placed the metallic end of the hose into his mouth, doing his best to keep as tight a seal on it as possible. It was only then that he noticed that there were a few plastic straps attached to the base of the nozzle itself, presumably designed to work as a sort of restraining method akin to a face gag, just… cheaper. It was still enough to get Niz to blush at the thought of it, even more so when he actually went ahead and pulled those things over the back of his head and found them to be surprisingly resilient and tight; whether or not he liked it, that nozzle was stuck in his mouth until he undid the straps, and he wasn’t about to do that until he got some results out of that presumed “macro gas”. That this would probably not happen at all crossed his mind so many times that it was a genuine wonder he didn’t pay attention to his instincts telling him that he should be stopping. The Kig Yar was determined to make it work, and though his hands were shaking when he moved to turn the valve, he still did it anyway, making sure to open it slowly and just the slightest bit at a time in order to control the flow of gas. A quiet hissing began to emanate from the canister, which he had (perhaps foolishly) propped up on the floor in front of him, letting him know it was delivering its payload; surprisingly, though he could feel the gaseous substance being dispersed, he couldn’t taste it at all, something that left Niz slightly skittish at the prospect that he might be inhaling something genuinely toxic and potentially lethal. At the same time though, he very much remembered his safety lessons: carbon monoxide was supposed to sneak up on you and slowly rob you of your consciousness, not leave your insides feeling warm, fuzzy and so relaxed that he might as well be on the receiving end of a full-body massage. It was interesting that he didn’t notice it at first, but as the seconds ticked away and more gas was pumped into his lungs and filtered into his bloodstream, the more Niz felt… good. It wasn’t sexual ecstasy or the sort of rapturous pleasure that usually filled his and Za’Vark’s hours whenever they closed their bedroom door, but a simple, permeating sense of calm that spread through his body and left him feeling like he was wrapped up in a cozy blanket in front of a fire after drinking a whole mug of hot chocolate, a memory that he had a single copy of and yet cherished about as much as any of his intimate moments with his roommate. It was almost Zen-like, in a way, if not for what the gas was supposed to do, and even if it turned out to be a complete bust, at least this sense of inner peace was a good enough trade-off that Niz wouldn’t feel like he completely wasted his money. Plus, it was only thirty bucks, so no big loss. It was easy to lose track of time once he allowed his eyes to go half-lidded, his body going slightly limp and his breathing slowing down as the gas did all the work needed to wreak havoc upon his body. He should probably have been worried about it, and most likely should’ve gotten up to turn the valve off, but frankly, Niz couldn’t bring himself to care; he felt amazingly good, so good that he didn’t even notice when the first signs of his long-sought-after transformation began to manifest. In fact, he wouldn’t become aware of it until it was well underway, and at that point it’d be too late to really do anything about it. He had expected it to be something along the lines of either the many, many gigabytes’ worth of videos and still images he had saved up in his hard drive, or at the very least comparable to the endless amount of fantasies he’d run through his head thousands of times before… and perhaps it was, and he just happened to be so numbed by the gas itself that he couldn’t fully appreciate what was going on with his body. By the time he first noticed anything was wrong, he was already sliding off the couch and the hissing had grown slightly louder, courtesy of him accidentally tipping the canister over and causing the valve to loosen up just enough to speed up the process; his own caution had robbed him of the first growth impact, but moving forward, not even him being halfway to intoxicated would keep Niz from fully appreciating what was happening to him. His eyes slowly opened, going wide at a snail’s pace as his mind began to process what its eyes were seeing, that being his body being significantly larger than it used to be; he wasn’t bigger than Za’Vark yet, that much would still take some work, but he wasn’t the tiny little scrawny pipsqueak that he often lamented being either. He struggled to get up; finding his footing was a lot harder than it should’ve been, almost as if he was lighter than usual and couldn’t move with as much grace as before, despite the increase in size and, presumably, body mass. He almost tripped over backwards when he failed to account for his center of gravity being as shifted as it was, and the time it took for him to finally find some level of balance was enough to leave him visibly bulked up compared to what he used to be like. It was an interesting experience, because what Niz was seeing told him that he should be feeling mighty, imposing, powerful and heavy: his arms and legs expanding more than the rest of his body, just enough to make it obvious they were picking up in musculature, his pecs and abs turning out to be a lot more well-defined than expected, his frame so tall that he’d be smashing his head against the ceiling soon enough if he wasn’t careful. Yet instead of the obvious, what Niz was actually feeling was a downright bizarre and inexplicable lack of weight, as if the bigger his body became, the emptier it turned out to be, making it difficult to maneuver or even do something as simple as bend down to get the valve to stop pumping as much gas into him. Then again, why should he do that? Wasn’t this what he’d always wanted? As far as Niz was concerned, thirty bucks for the fulfillment of a dream was one hell of a bargain, and if this canister worked, then surely any other they ordered from the same website would do the same thing as well; what he had there wasn’t just a one-time fantasy come to life, but proof positive that him and Za’Vark could live out their biggest kinks, at any time they wanted, just as long as they had one of those canisters in the house. It was so much more than even what it seemed to be at first, and given what his body was turning into, that was very much saying something. With a smile, Niz let his arms fall by his side, refusing to put up any resistance to what the gas was doing to him; he would take the whole thing if he really needed to, just so he could have something to show his mate once they returned home from work, just so he could look at them and tell them that their problems were over and their fetishistic woes were a thing of the past. To that end, he collapsed backwards, or rather, he simply allowed himself to fall and found that the speed at which he did so was quite a bit slower than it really should be. The gas was clearly filling him in the most literal sense, somehow capable of giving his body the feel and consistency that it looked like it should have (enough that the Kig Yar began to lose his mind when tracing his pecs and abs, not to mention occasionally squeezing one of his biceps) while still keeping it so light that he began feeling like some kind of paradoxical balloon, a concept he never thought he’d have to apply to himself. Yet the more the gas pumped him up, the more he allowed this transformation to proceed without turning the valve off, the more he filled the room and began pushing the upholstery and appliance away, the less heavy he felt, and the more he appreciated the fact that he’d decided to experiment with the gas somewhere indoors, because he wasn’t even certain he’d be able to keep himself on the ground without some kind of roof over his head. Not that he was floating, of course, but the contradicting sensations being fed to his pleasure centers were enough to make him wonder what it’d be like to turn into a balloon, and if that would be enough to let him and his mate loom over the whole planet after they got big enough. Food for thought.

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Title: Double Helix Ch. 12 Tags: genetics, dystopia *Tilly* I felt better after my rest. My head was clear, and the wound in my leg was knitting itself together as fast as my body could manage. I would have felt even better if it hadn't been two days since I had drank or eaten anything. To pass the time, I pried open another of the crates, and found more of the moldy residue. Probing at the mass blindly with my fingers I found a bit of thin, papery substance that crinkled between my fingers. I brought it to my nose and recognized the pungent scent of onion. "Great," I said to myself, "that's really helpful." Someone had apparently been hoarding food down here, but the amount of decay indicated that it had been a few years at least. I sat down with the lid I had pried from the crate and, bracing it with one hand, began carefully loosening individual strips of wood. When I was done, I had eight pieces of wood, each about three feet long, an inch thick and four inches wide, with two nails still attached at each end. I fumbled around in the dark until I found a loose brick and pried it carefully from the wall. Returning to my workspace, I placed one piece of wood at the end of another, so that the nails faced in on both pieces, and pounded one piece down onto the other on the concrete floor. When I was done, the two pieces had become a six-foot strip of wood. I stood and pushed it hand over hand toward the ceiling. It touched about where it expected it to, at about four-and-a-half feet above my head. That made it a ten-foot ceiling, which fit with what the acoustics had already told me. I began to tap at the ceiling with the stick. The sound it made was a dull rap, so I kept moving it, walking slowly and sweeping back and forth, tapping at about six-inch intervals. The change in the timbre when I found the hatch was obvious and distinctive. I struck it again to be sure, and was again rewarded with a resonant sound. I alternately struck and probed at the spot, resolving it to a two-foot square with no latches or hinges on this side that I could detect. I checked the rest of the ceiling, just to be sure, but found nothing similar. Likewise, the floor was solid concrete and the walls were brick, and other than some wear, gave no sign of a break. I did find the ventilation source, in the form of two PVC pipes three inches in diameter at either end of the room near floor level. Peering into one, I could see very faint light filtering into a bend a few feet back. I was bent over there, craning to look, when I heard rhythmic footsteps, a pair of them, echoing down the pipe. "You sure this shit'll work on her?" a muffled voice said. It sounded like the older of the two cops that had stopped me. "Yeah, it'll work. I checked." I was pretty sure that the other voice was the younger deputy that had been driving. "Look, I'll hit her with a double dose to be sure. You got our buyer set up?" "Yeah. He wanted to know what model she is. I told her I got no fucking clue, but she's got the markers. I got an address in Portland and we have three hours to be there." "Alright. Go give it to her and make sure she drinks it all." I scooted away from the wall and returned to the place where I had first awoken. I was just in time, as I heard a thump from above, followed by a scrape of wood and metal. A moment later, light spilled down from above and a face hovered in the trap door. Through my half-lidded eyes, I could see that there were actually two doors, one about two feet above the other, with an enclosed passage between. "Hey, down there, wake up," the deputy said. I pretended to be groggy and blinked up at him. "Wh-where am I?" I asked. He ignored my question and dangled a bottle of water at me. "Hey, you must be thirsty." I nodded and he tossed the water bottle in my direction. I fumbled at catching it, feigning weakness and disorientation. I closed a hand around the lid, noting that it had already been opened. I brought it to my lips and tilted it back, pretending to take a long swig, but only letting a few drops get past my lips. I identified the drug when it touched my tongue, Rohypnol, tasteless and odorless to a non-modified human. Keeping my grin to myself, I took a quick breath and began gulping the tainted water down. "Good girl," the man above me said. I looked up at him. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Why are you keeping me here?" He shrugged. "Nothing personal. You're a genemod and we're law enforcement. You can't be allowed to roam free." I laughed at that. "You expect me to believe that what you're doing to me is above board? If you were going to take me in, why stick me in a cellar?" The man sighed. "Like I said, nothing personal. Look, if we bring you into the sheriff's station, they hand you over to the feds and we get to do a bunch of paperwork. But you know what the reward for a private citizen apprehending a genemod is now?" I shook my head slowly. "It's a hundred thousand dollars. You can't fault me and my partner for wanting a cut of that. Best of all, no paperwork." "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" the younger deputy growled from somewhere nearby. The trap door abruptly flipped shut and latched as he released it. I heard more muffled conversation as the pair moved off. I waited in the dark, curled up on my side on the canvas, eyes closed, going over in my mind what was about to happen. Twenty minutes later, the trap door opened once more. I cracked my eyelids just enough to see the younger man looking down at me, waving a flashlight over my prone body. Some clattering from above and a ladder was lowered through the opening. After it touched the ground, he climbed down, the other deputy just behind. "Alright," the first deputy said. "Help me get her into a fireman's carry. I just need you to hold the ladder steady until I get her out." I waited until the two men were reaching for me before I whipped out the piece of wood I had hidden beneath the canvas and swung it with all my strength. I hit the bald deputy on the side of the knee. The joint gave a sickening pop and he crumpled with a scream. The other deputy went for his gun, but in his panic, he fumbled at the catch of the retaining holster. I brought the piece of wood down on his hand hard enough to splinter wood and bone. He stumbled back with a cry and my attention snapped back to the older man, on his back now and pulling his own weapon free. I dropped and rolled to one side as a pair of shots rang out, deafening in the tiny space. I came up next to a pair of stacked crates and heaved at them. They toppled, and the man grunted in pain as the top one landed on him. I knew that it wasn't really heavy enough to hold him there, so I went for the ladder. The younger deputy made a move toward me, lifting his good arm for a tackle. I looked up, bent my knees and braced myself for what was about to come. I leaped straight upward. The pain of knitting flesh ripped violently open was excruciating, flooding past my pain block and forcing a cry from me. I came down opposite the ladder and my wounded leg crumpled, nearly sending me toppling back down into the dark. Perched on my hands and knees, and through the haze of pain, I had just enough presence of mind to grab hold of one of the rungs of the ladder and wrench it upward. There was a momentary resistance and then a cry of surprise as I ripped it free of someone's grip. The top of the ladder buried itself in the ceiling and stuck there, hanging just below the level of the trapdoor. I rolled away from the edge and lay for a moment to catch my breath. I was on a hardwood floor of what appeared to be a bedroom. Light spilled in through dingy curtains. Mold dotted the walls and cobwebs lurked in the corners and crisscrossed the ceiling. A heavy layer of dust covered the floor except where boots had recently disturbed it. It looked like this place had been vacant for some time. Shouting from the room below spurred me into movement. I knew that there was little chance of a bullet penetrating the wood and dirt to reach me, and it seemed that they were too smart to try, but with the trap doors open, all they needed to do was stack a few of the crates to climb out. I checked my wound and found fresh blood staining my makeshift bandage, but it didn't look as bad as it felt. I dragged myself to a wall and got shakily to my feet. Pain shot up my leg when I tried putting real weight on it, but I was able to limp along at a brisk enough pace. Taking a peek first, to be sure I was alone, I moved on into a hallway, past a laundry closet towards what looked like an outside door. The door opened into a garage, and daylight streamed in through the large, open door, silhouetting a rather large, black pickup truck. There were no sheriff markings on it, so it was a civilian vehicle, probably belonging to one of the deputies. Hopping over to it, I peered into the bed and gave a shout of triumph. There, as if in answer to my wish, were both of the food bins. I knew that I couldn't transport the food on foot, so I opened the cab of the truck and studied the steering column and ignition. It took me a few moments to decipher what I needed to do, and after a quick search I found all of the tools I needed in the garage and inside the truck. I also found a twelve-gauge shotgun behind the seat, but I left it alone. I popped the hood and used one side of a pair of jumper cables to bridge the positive terminal to the coil. Next, I probed around with a screwdriver at the steering column until I popped the locking pin and exposed the solenoid. I used the screwdriver to short the ignition and the positive post, and the Ford's engine cranked to life. I jerked hard at the wheel and the steering lock broke with a "ping". I had never driven a car before, just like I had never hotwired one, but I knew enough about electrical circuits and components to manage the latter, and thought I could puzzle out the former. I found the pedals, the gearshift, and the various minor controls, touching each to prime my muscle memory. Though the ritual took only seconds, my heart was hammering in my chest as I imagined the two deputies bursting through the door, catching me in the act of stealing their car. I threw the truck into reverse and backed out of the garage, testing the responsiveness of the steering, brakes and accelerator as I made my way down the long driveway. As I turned onto the dusty road at the end of the drive, I looked back one more time at the house, with its peeling paint and partly collapsed front porch, and a wave of relief washed through me. I drove south, figuring that it was unlikely the men had taken me far from where they had picked me up. Sure enough, a few miles on, I came across the very bridge where they had caught me. I now knew approximately where I was, and it would be a simple matter to navigate the highways south to Corvallis. I could be back home in under two hours. Even as I thought this, I spotted Norm's truck by the roadside. I did not recognize the man who came around from the back to the driver's side and climbed into the cab. I kept my speed steady and moved on past, but pulled over to the roadside before getting completely out of sight. Craning my neck to look through the back window of the cab, I saw the truck turn off the road and onto a driveway. I hesitated a moment, unsure of the implications of what I had just seen. The deputies that had picked me up might be out looking for me by now, and the farther away I got from here, the safer I would be. But there was no way that Norm would have willingly abandoned the truck. Something had happened to him, and the truck was my only lead at that moment. I put the pickup in gear and spun the wheel, bouncing into and back out of the shallow ditch on the opposite side of the road before roaring back the way I had come. *Norm* I looked up sharply at the tap on the glass. What I saw couldn't be real. "Tilly?" I mouthed. She nodded and produced a long screwdriver. Pushing it upward between the panes, she began to work at the latch. The male half of my two captors burst into the room, the door banging loudly and rebounding. Tilly's eyes went wide when she saw him, but she kept at it. The man moved towards her, reaching behind his back as he did. "Go, Tilly! Run!" I shouted. "Fuck!" he spat, and pulled his gun, but Tilly had vanished. He hurried to the window and peered out, craning to left and right, and banged a fist on the sill in frustration. "What is it?" the woman asked from the doorway. "A woman," he said. "She was trying to get to him. Was that your friend?" He directed that question at me. "That's her," I said. "See? I was telling the truth." "Get your gun," he said to his wife. "We'll circle the house. She may have run off, but she might be lurking nearby for another chance at him." "Don't shoot her," I said. "Please don't shoot her." The man spared me only a glance as he swept from the room and down the hall. As soon as they were out of sight, I began struggling against the layers of tape holding me down. I grunted and growled my frustration, but other than a bit of stretching, the tape once more showed no signs of weakening. "Why are you taped to that chair?" a voice asked. I looked over towards the door at a young girl, maybe ten years old, with mild Asian features and long black hair. "He's our prisoner, dork," another voice said and a face peered over her shoulder. I expected to see the boy that I had seen earlier, but this one was taller, with light brown skin, but hazel eyes and a nose that was almost Romanesque. "I heard mom and dad talking about him." The girl gave a grunt of annoyance as the boy pushed roughly past her into the room. "Hey! I'm telling dad!" "Dad's busy," the boy said. "Guys?" This was the boy I had seen earlier, peering cautiously through the door. "Mom said to stay away from that guy." "We are," the girl said. "Yeah, we're way over here by the door," the dark-skinned boy said. While they talked, I had resumed my struggle to get free of the duct tape. "Hey!" the girl said, "I think he's trying to get away!" "You shouldn't be in here," I admonished the children. "Yeah, guys, let's go," the boy in the hall said. "I don't think we should leave him," the dark-skinned boy said. "Not if that's what he wants." "Mom and dad will be back soon," the girl said. "Where did they go?" the boy in the hall said. "Dad said we have another trespasser," the dark-skinned boy said. "They went to track her down." "Are they going to kill her?" the girl said, in a tone of distress. "I don't know. Dad was really mad. You remember what he told us, right? What they'll do to us if anyone finds us?" The boy in the hall gulped audibly and the girl shuddered. "So they'll do whatever they gotta do, okay?" "You're genemods," I said with sudden recognition. All three directed terrified looks my way. "But no, you can't be," I amended quickly, "not unless you're all Peter and Wendy models." The very youngest genemods were around twenty-one, when the ban on human genemodding went into effect. And then it clicked into place. The boy's odd mixture of skin color and facial features, the girl's obviously mixed Asian and European ancestry, all three of them with barely a blemish, but just enough imperfection to make them look human. "You're halfs, aren't you? Half genemod?" Their nervous silence was answer enough. "Look," I said, "this is all a big mistake. My friend, the one your parents are out looking for, she's a full genemod. I'm trying to protect her. I lost her and was out here looking for her, but she found me. I love her, and . . . ." My throat tried to close around the words as a swell of emotion overcame me. "I love her just like your parents love you. It would kill me if something happened to her. I understand why your parents think they need to protect you from me, but I'm not a threat. In fact, I've spent the last few years of my life trying to protect genemods." The girl spoke. "You're with the Agency?" "I used to work for them, yes," I admitted. She moved suddenly to open a dresser drawer. After a moment of rifling the contents, she pulled out a pair of scissors and came toward me. I flinched when she got near, but she only bent to begin cutting through the tape. "No!" the younger boy said in a forceful whisper. "Gabrielle, you can't." "Gabby," the other boy said in a tone of warning. "Let's wait for mom and dad." "I know what I'm doing," she said, and in another moment, my arm was free. "I think he's telling the truth, about all of it." I held out my hand and she gave me the scissors. I made short work of the remaining loops of tape and stood. "Here," I said. I held out the scissors for her to take back. The older boy snatched them and clutched them tightly. "My bio mother was a Standard Upgrade," he said. "I'm faster than you, and probably stronger. If you try anything, if you try to hurt us or our parents, I'll kill you." "I know you would," I said, "and I won't. Let's go find your parents." *Tilly* I had driven past the house again and turned into an empty field near the bridge. The big truck bounced easily over the hard-packed dirt, and I circled behind a copse of trees before parking and cutting the ignition. I tucked the screwdriver I had used to start the truck into my back pocket, since it was the closest thing I had to a weapon. My leg ached, but the bleeding seemed to have stopped. I limped carefully through the field, crossed the road, and made my way along the tree line at the edge of the river. I waited to break from the trees until I was well back from the house, using the barn to block line of sight to the house as I carefully climbed over the fence. I stalked cautiously up to the back of the barn and circled toward the far side. I passed a row of stainless steel tanks outside the barn and paused at a small service door. It was padlocked, so I continued on, rounded the back of the barn and came to the front corner. There were a few windows at the back of the house, but as I had hoped, the curtains were drawn against the afternoon sun. I rushed forward across the empty space between house and barn as fast as my limp would allow. I reached the corner of the house and moved past, heading for Norm's truck, but something at the corner of my eye made me pause and move in for a closer look. What I saw made my heart lurch in surprise. Norm sat alone in a bedroom, sitting stiffly upright in a chair. No, strapped to the chair, held with strips of shiny silver tape. I tapped lightly in the glass to get his attention, and though his face lit up with recognition, he didn't speak or otherwise try to signal me. I quickly surveyed the window, found the locking mechanism at the top of the bottom pane, and pulled out the screwdriver. I saw the man enter the room a moment later, but kept at prying the lock until I heard Norm's warning shout. I ducked under the sill and lurched sideways, away from the window and toward the back of the house. I heard the man's curse and waited just around the corner as he conversed with Norm and with a woman. I got moving again when I heard them move off. The barn was an obvious hiding spot, so instead I headed for Norm's truck. There wasn't time to hotwire it, and I didn't intend to leave without Norm, but the back door was open. I unlatched it and slipped inside, rolling it carefully and quietly back down behind me, but not letting it latch. The inside of the truck was dark except around the edges of the door, but my eyes shifted foveae instantly, rendering the interior in clear grayscale. It was hot, but not stiflingly so, and I sat with my back against the wall, waiting. After a minute, I heard footsteps crunching over gravel. They came closer and I instinctively held my breath, but then they moved away, heading in the direction of the barn. A few minutes went by, and I was just thinking that it was time to lift the door for a peek, when I heard voices approaching. "Should we split up?" a girl's voice said. "No, stay together," a boy answered. "Let's check the barn first." "Gabrielle, Kevin." With a start, I recognized Norm's voice. "Maybe you should stay at the house." I slowly raised the door and met the gaze of an Asian girl who had apparently whirled at the sound, despite my care to suppress it. "Hey!" she said, pulling at the sleeve of the boy next to her. "That's her," the boy said when he saw me. He made to push the other two kids behind him and brandished a pair of scissors in his fist. Norm, though, didn't hesitate. With a choking cry, he ran forward, shoved the door upward and threw his arms around me. Waves of relief, regret, and happiness poured from him, battering at my senses. "I thought you were gone," he croaked. "I thought I'd lost you." "It's okay, I'm here," I said, my voice choked by the turbulent mix of emotions, my own and his. I clung to him, letting go of the fear and pain of the last few days. He shuddered and sobbed into my shoulder until the outflow of feelings began to ebb. "How did you find me?" Norm asked, still holding me. "I saw your truck." No sooner did I answer than he fired off the next. "What happened to you? I couldn't find you." His fingers traced the raised scab on my head, prompting him to pull back to examine me more closely. I heard his pained intake of breath as he found the blood-soaked bandage. "You're hurt." "I was shot," I said, "but not bad. It's a long story and can wait. What can we do?" "We need to go," Norm said. "Ryan, do you know where your dad would have put my stuff? My wallet and keys?" "Yeah, I think so," the older boy said, and hurried off. "I have the food," I said. "It's in a truck in a field across the road." "That's good," Norm said. "Very good." "So, um, you're a full genemod?" the boy Kevin asked shyly. "What model?" "My model is unique," I said, and held out a hand. "My name is Tilly." He took my hand gingerly and gave it a little shake. "I'm a half," he said. "My dad was a G, kind of. It wasn't really a full model back then. They were still working on getting it just right." "You must be very smart, then," I said. He blushed and lowered his eyes. "Yeah, kind of. My bio-dad had an IQ over 200, but he also had Asperger's. Mom thinks I don't have it, though. Asperger's that is." The girl, Gabrielle, spoke up. "Well, my mother was a Standard Upgrade and my father was Eidetic with sense upgrades." "Oh, a half and half, then," Norm said, smiling at his joke. "How did all of you get here?" "Mom ran a daycare," Gabrielle said. "When the Ban started, Kevin here was still a baby. I was almost two and Ryan was two-and-a-half. No one was quite sure what the legal status of kids like us was going to be, and our bio parents never showed up to get us. Mom and dad kept us safe, though, just in case. When the order came down that halfs were to be reverted just like full mods, mom and dad went on the run to hide us. They found this house about five years ago, and we've been here since." Gabrielle and I heard footsteps before the others did, coming around the front of the truck and down one side. I guessed that it was Ryan returning, but Gabrielle's expression told me differently. "What's wrong?" I said. Her voice was a strangled whisper. "It's mom." Sure enough, the figure that stepped out around the side of the truck was a woman, and she leveled a rifle at Norm, then swung it over at me, then quickly back over to Norm. "Kids, what the hell is this?" Gabrielle stepped towards her, holding her arms outstretched to either side. "Ryan and I let him go," she said. "Mom, he's not dangerous. And his girlfriend is a mod, like our parents." The word "girlfriend" sent a thrill of joy running up my spine, despite the danger we were in. Had Norm really told them that? "I am a genemod," I said. "Your children told me all that you've done to protect them. I can understand why you're hesitant to trust us." "Bullshit," the woman said. She raised her voice to a yell, "Jack! I need you here!" "Mom, will you just listen?" the girl said. She moved toward her mother, further blocking her line of sight to me and Norm. The woman stepped back a few paces. "Gabby, baby," she said. "Get out of my way. You don't know these people. You don't know what they'll do." "Listen, mom! I know she's a genemod. I can smell her. She's way too clean for a human." I had picked up on another pair of running feet as this exchange went on, and it was about then that the man I had seen in the window appeared, out of breath, from around the back of the house. "Oh shi--, uh, crap," he said stopping himself when he saw the children. He held a pistol pointed down and to one side as he approached. "You found them." "Would you tell your kids to get back in the house?" the woman said. "They don't need to see any of this." "No," Gabrielle said. "I think we do. If you're going to kill them, you can do it right here, right now. You think we're that naïve?" The woman suddenly looked like she was going to be sick to her stomach, but she took a breath to steady herself. "We're just gonna do what we have to," she said. "To protect you." "We have no choice, Gabrielle," the man said. "If we let them go and they go to the police, that's it. All three of you will go away for reversion and we'll go to jail." "I can give you one good reason that won't happen," Norm said. He reached up slowly and removed the hat from his head. "Have you two been watching the news? Do you remember an incident that happened in Seattle about six weeks back? I didn't have a beard back then, but the police sketches were pretty accurate." The woman appeared confused, but the man's eyes widened in recognition. "Ah, shit, that's him," he said, evidently forgetting to censor himself in front of the children. "Alice, it's the man they're looking for that killed a cop." She nodded slowly. "Maybe. Been awhile since I saw those sketches. That was a safe house raid that went bad, wasn't it? You're telling me that was you?" "We were both there," I offered. "If Norm hadn't acted as quick as he had, five other genemods besides me would have been caught. We're not your enemies." "You say you're a genemod," the man said. "Prove it. Alice, back up and give her room. If she makes a move, we'll both drop her, understand?" I slipped down from my perch at the back of the truck. Thinking for a moment, I bent to retrieve a small rock from the driveway. "How far away would you say the barn is?" I asked. "Sixty yards, give or take," the man said, without glancing away from me. "There's a knot about two feet from the peak of the roof, half an inch across. Can you see it, kids?" "I see it," Gabrielle said. Kevin squinted and shook his head. I hefted the rock, quickly estimating its mass, and let my mind work the equations for force, velocity, and air resistance. With a glance at the man and woman to make sure they were both watching me, I wound back and threw. The rock flew exactly where I had intended it to, its smooth arc perturbed only slightly by its irregular shape. "She hit it!" Gabrielle exclaimed. "She got it dead on!" "Do you need me to do it again?" I asked. "Or you want to give me a math problem? The woman squinted at me. "What's 4-2-9-3-6-8-4-3 times 8-2-0-5-3-5-6?" I paused for a half second to double-check before answering. "Three hundred fifty-two trillion, three-hundred twelve billion, eighty-two million, three-hundred thirty-one thousand, one-hundred eight." "That's right, mom," Kevin said. "She got it." "Alice?" the man said. Slowly, the rifle came down and the woman let out the breath she had been holding. "Alright. I think we both believe you. I just wish someone had said something sooner. We could have avoided a whole lot of misunderstanding." "We don't know who to trust," Norm said. "Just like you." "Too true," the woman said. "You know my name by now. And my husband back there is Jack." "Call me Norm," Norm told her. "But I do go by Mark when I'm away from home." Jack cleared his throat. "So you two are in an Agency safe house now?" "No, ma'am—uh, Alice. It's a long story, but we're on our own now." "You and the others?" Norm nodded. "All of us." "We have no one," Alice said. "The Agency doesn't even try to place halfs, but we wouldn't want them to anyway. These are our kids now. And there's nothing me and Jack won't do for them." Ryan came running from the house as she spoke and came to a dead stop, staring at his mother. It took him a moment to realize that we weren't in a standoff, and he relaxed. "Here," he said, "I brought your things." He handed Norm his wallet and keys, then, with a glance at his parents, brought out Norm's gun from where he had stuffed it into his belt, but hesitated at handing it over. "Go on," Jack said. "It's his. Let him have it back." "Thank you," Norm said, as he took the gun. "Lordy," Alice sighed. "I really did want to believe that you folks were good people, but we've had to learn to be real careful. You two are probably eager to get back home, but I'd like you to stay for dinner." She glanced at each of us appraisingly. "You make a cute couple, by the way." "Thank you," I said, before Norm could object. I know that it was silly, and maybe even a little petty, but I wanted to bask in the idea of it, if I couldn't have the reality. "You should stay for dinner," Jack said. "It's the least we can do for all of the trouble we put you through. "I need to get our other vehicle first," I said. "But do you think I could get some water?" I resisted the urge to gulp down the water from the bottle that Gabrielle brought me, and Norm and I went to get the pickup from across the road. On the way, I explained what had happened after I had gotten out of the truck two nights before. "Wait," Norm interrupted. "You tasted Rohypnol in the water and went ahead and drank it anyway? Isn't that related to the alprazolam we gave you?" I shrugged. "Some benzodiazepines work just fine on me, and Rohypnol is one of the few drugs that's reliably effective on genemods. But it has a nasty history as a rape drug. My mom was able to engineer protection against it, so she did." "What would you have done if it was another drug that you are susceptible to?" I smiled and shrugged. "Well, I guess I wouldn't have drank that water." "You would have figured something out," Norm said. His tone turned suddenly grim. "Hell, you would have been better off if I had left you to your own devices and waited back at the farm. A lot of good I did, getting captured by two nice old drug dealers." I sensed the guilt and shame pouring off him. "It's not your fault." He sighed. "I should never have brought you with me. I put you in danger." "And what would have happened if you had gotten to that checkpoint alone with all that food? There are others relying on us. What good would it do if everyone back at the farm starved?" He nodded slowly. "The important thing is to learn from this. We have to be safer. We have to be smarter." "We will," I promised him. "We've been laying the groundwork for that already." "So you pretended to fall asleep," he prompted. "What happened next?" I finished my story just as we arrived at the truck. We climbed into the bed at Norm's suggestion and dug through the bins to make sure that none of the food was missing. It looked like someone had picked through it, but nothing had been removed as far as we could tell. "Can you start it up again?" Norm asked. "We can use it to get the bins over to our truck and then ditch it somewhere along the road." I had been thinking about this. "Why not keep it? Those deputies probably already got out of that basement, but that house is a good five miles from anything inhabited, and they'll have to think hard about who they call and why. They'll want to get their stories straight. If they decide to report the truck stolen, we'll probably be long gone. Besides," I grinned, "I kind of like it." Norm smiled back at me. "I never took you for a pickup girl." "You got a problem with that, darlin'?" I said, in my best impression of a southern girl. He laughed. "You can keep the truck. I'm just happy you made it out of there." "Me too," I said. "And I'm glad I found you. I know you too well. I knew you would be out here looking for me long after you should have gone back home. When I saw your truck, I knew that I had to find you and let you know I was alright." A momentary shadow of guilt and doubt crossed his face, but he reached out a hand and squeezed my arm in a gesture of gratitude at my words. I put a hand over his, and the touch was electric. Heat pulsed between us, my own desire echoing back from him. Before I realized what I was doing, I leaned in, stretched up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. He went rigid for an instant, but then sighed a breath into my mouth, and it felt as though weeks of tension, of denial and self-doubt left with it. His arms went around me and pulled me closer. I felt bliss, enfolded in his arms, my lips tingling and my head spinning, but my body and my soul cried out for more. I reached a hand between our bodies and found him hard through his pants. I cupped my hands around his erection and slowly stroked my fingers over it. "Oh, God, Tilly," he whispered against my lips. "What are you doing to me?" "I want this," I said, and squeezed him for emphasis. He bent to kiss the nape of my neck. My skin, flushed hot with desire, prickled at the touch and my breath came in soft pants. My fingers found his belt and fumbled with the clasp. In moments, I had them unfastened and reached inside to close around warm flesh. Norm moaned and stumbled back slightly, breaking our long kiss. I opened my eyes and drank in the look of longing and fierce passion he gave me. His desire fueled my own, so that when he placed his hand on my breast, my nipples were already firm nubs. His touch sent jolts of pleasure sizzling into the warm, wet core of my sex. I stepped back and lifted my hands in the air so that he could pull my shirt up over my head. The bra came off next and then he was kissing me again, first my lips, then down my neck, then on my bare breasts. I shuddered as he took a nipple into his mouth, kneading it gently with lips and tongue. My knees went weak and I gave a long, lilting moan of ecstasy. An ache was growing deep inside me, a hunger and a void that could only be filled by him. "I want you in me," I said. "I need you. Please." Norm paused, casting about, and I sensed his hesitation. We were still standing in the bed of the truck. "Right here," I said. "I don't care, I just need you right now." I sat down in the truck bed, kicked off my shoes and lifted my hips to wriggle out of my pants. Norm wasted no more time once he saw what I was doing, doffing his own shoes and pants in an instant. As I settled down, the hard corrugated metal of the trucks bed cupped the cheeks of my bottom obscenely and pressed uncomfortably into my back. Norm knelt over me, looking down at my body with naked lust. He started to pick at the buttons on his shirt, but I could not wait for him any longer. I scissored my legs behind him and pulled him down to lie against me. I felt his taut member warm against my thigh as he caught himself on his hands to either side of my head. I felt from him one last shred of doubt as he held himself above me. Breathless and aching, I reached between our bodies, found his erection, and guided it to me as I pressed against his back with my heels. I felt the warmth and pressure of imminent penetration against the lips of my sex, slick with my flowing juices. He groaned, then, and relented, pressing his body against mine. Agonizing pleasure ignited between my legs as he began to slip inside me. I felt a gentle stretching, but no pain, as my body accommodated him. Slowly, the ache within me began to subside as he moved to fill the space within me. "Oh, Norm, yes," I whispered. The moment his body came to rest against me, his pelvis pressed warmly against mine, I came. For a long moment, my senses were blinded by pleasure. As I came back to myself, I realized that Norm lay still above me. "Are you okay?" he asked. I almost laughed at the absurdity of the question. But then his hand brushed at my cheek and came away wet from where a tear had streaked my face. "I'm fine," I said, and now I did laugh. "That was amazing. This feels amazing. I want more." He began to move slowly, almost dubiously, rocking against me. My body responded in a slow burn of decadent bliss. The pleasant tingling of my first orgasm still lingered, and this new pleasure began to layer over it. Gradually, and with prompting from me in my own body movements, his rhythm grew faster, and his strokes longer. My mind soared, lofted by a welling of pleasure that flowed out from where our bodies joined, but which seeped into every nerve in my body. Even the hard metal at my back somehow transformed into a source of delight. I heard my own voice rising and falling at each stroke of our bodies, a thing beyond my control. Fire raced through my body. Images flashed in my mind. My second orgasm broke over me like a wave, racing upwards from the soles of my feet, exploding through my body and bathing my mind. It seemed to go on and on, far longer than any that I alone had managed to tease from my body, and when it subsided, it left slowly, seeming to seep away with little aftershocks. "Tilly," Norm said, his voice seeming far away. "Tilly, honey, are you with me?" "Mmm?" I replied. It felt like I was coming out of a deep sleep. I could feel him still inside me and still hard. "That was pretty intense. Is it always like that for you?" I closed my eyes and shook my head, then moaned as another wave of pleasure rolled through my body. When I could speak, I said, "No, never like that. But I've never really had sex before. Just, you know. By myself." We both knew that my statement technically wasn't true, but he certainly wasn't going to argue the point. "Are you done, then?" Eyes still closed, I gave him a crooked smile. "Not unless you are." He slowly withdrew from my body and thrust suddenly back in to the hilt with some force. I cried out as the stroke spiked my pleasure. My body sang with satisfaction at the abrupt, almost savage act of domination. It felt inexplicably right, as if some part of me had been waiting my whole life to be taken in this way. Norm, though, wasn't so sure. "Tilly, I'm sorry, I . . . I didn't hurt you, did I?" "No, no," I breathed. "The opposite. Please don't stop." I didn't want it to ever stop. I had been hoping for this moment for weeks. When Norm had rejected me once again, on our ride out of Portland, I had begun to believe that it would never arrive. Norm's movement became a cadence and I clutched at him as I writhed and moaned. When I could speak, I told him how good it felt, how much I had wanted him, and urging him on, harder, deeper. When I could not speak, it was because the pleasure had overwhelmed me, and I lost all control. I felt the approach of his orgasm as clear as my own. My senses were filled with him, the vision of his face, the sounds of his breath and whispered words, the feel of his pulse and his heat on top of and inside me, and the scent of him enveloping me. I read him so completely that it felt as though, with just a bit of a strain, I might actually touch his thoughts. The buildup was greater than the last time. My muscles would go rigid as the pleasure peaked, relax for an instant, and go rigid again. It felt as though my body were fighting itself, bearing down each time against the pleasure. Had I not been out of my mind with ecstasy, I might have actually been concerned that something was wrong with me. And then I had a flash of clarity, somewhere deep within my mind where conscious thought still held sway, what was happening, what my body was doing, and why. "I'm going to come soon," Norm said hoarsely. His eyes were glazed over as he looked down at me, and sweat soaked the hair above his forehead. I think I managed a nod, but my body was shaking and twitching so badly that I couldn't tell. He grunted loudly as he slammed into me, once, twice, three times. At the last stroke, he sucked in a breath through gritted teeth and groaned. I felt his pleasure rise and he pulsed inside me, the moment that my body had been waiting for. Like a dam suddenly bursting, I came. My vision went dark and a wavering shriek filled my ears. My hands clenched to fists and shook as the pleasure filled me, more than I could take, and still it came on, still it increased, until I was sure I would lose my mind. I realized that the voice crying out belonged to me, but it felt like nothing I could do would stop it. The sound finally faded away and I managed to clench my teeth as the pleasure surged again, forcing the breath from my lungs. There seemed to be no end to it, and I was only dimly aware of Norm moving off of me as I flexed and relaxed, my mind and body struggling to process what was happening to me. I remember a few moments where I seemed to fade out completely, suddenly coming to with my head lying in a different position than before. I felt a touch on my arm, and managed to open my eyes long enough to see Norm lying down next to me. His hands cradled my head, and I wanted to tell him something sweet and loving for that gesture, but I still couldn't find my voice. The tempest that had claimed me finally began to subside and I relaxed, utterly spent. I sighed, but immediately choked out a grunt as yet another wave gripped me, throwing me back into helpless ecstasy for several seconds. After it passed, I waited, but all I felt was calm warmth and happiness suffusing me. I opened my eyes, turned my head and looked to see Norm's somewhat anxious expression. "Wow," I said, and my voice came out a rasp. "Eleven minutes," Norm said. "Almost twelve. And that's only after I thought to check the time on my watch. That was probably a minute or two after you started." I stared at him in disbelief. "You timed it?" "Scientific curiosity. Was that your Donna genes again?" "I don't really know," I said truthfully. I knew that heightened sexual pleasure was one facet of the hedonic model, but what I had experienced went beyond what I knew about it. "You noticed how we had our orgasms together?" "How could I miss it?" Norm said playfully. "I think that was part of it. I could feel that you were building up to your own orgasm, so my body held off, waited until you came so that I would feel yours at the same time as my own. I'm not sure whether I did that consciously, or if it's something in my design, but that's why it was so strong." "Yeah, I think you passed out a few times, just went completely limp, and then after a few seconds you would moan and start to thrash again. I said your name a dozen times at least, but you didn't seem to hear me, so I stopped trying." He brushed the hair back from my forehead. "How do you feel?" "Like I can fly," I said, and stretched a hand up toward a white, puffy cloud before letting it fall languidly across my naked body. We lay together in silence for a few seconds before I spoke again. "On my second birthday, my mother threw me a party and invited all of her close family and a dozen of her colleagues. This was back when Newt Gingrich was in office. Everyone knew he wouldn't make a second term, and most thought that the incoming Democrat, whoever it was, would lift the ban on human genemodding." I sighed at that. Clinton, during his 1996 election campaign, had promised to work to loosen the restrictions imposed by that particular executive order, but after taking office, he had changed his tune, claiming that caution was called for. The sex scandal that had followed less than a year after his election had caused his own party to abandon him, and human genemodding hadn't even come up during Bill Bradley's campaign, or after his election. "Anyway, I had developed enough by then to undergo some tests of my pseudo-empathic ability, and had performed better than most had expected. So I was surrounded by friends and family who were delighted by my precocious innocence and perceptiveness, and by genetic engineers and biologists with wild dreams about how mods like me were going to change the world. So everyone was laughing, happy, and optimistic, and I felt all of it. That's kind of like how I feel now." "Huh," he said. "So I'm just as good as a whole room full of smiling, happy people. Not bad." "Modest, too." "I learned long ago that modesty in the bedroom doesn't work out so well. Speaking of beds, you know what I think?" I turned to him. "What?" "I think that this truck bed is quite possibly the most uncomfortable place that I have ever had the displeasure of lying down in." I cracked a smile. "Yes, I think my back is probably bruised in a few places, but it was worth it." That one phrase seemed to break his good mood. Norm got up and tossed me my clothes, then he turned from me and began to put on his own without speaking. I stood and shook the dust from my underwear before putting them on. Norm was fastidiously buttoning his shirt, pretending to stare at something in the distance. I frowned at him, my own good feelings starting to fade in the face of his guilt and fear. I knew this behavior. "Why don't you just tell her?" "You know why I can't. It would destroy what she and I have." "How do you know that?" Norm made a disgusted noise. "Tilly, do you not understand jealousy?" I felt the strength of his convictions, but they had never made sense to me. "Not really, no." He stared at me, incredulous, but then I sensed understanding. Finally, with a little shake of his head, he said. "Well, it can be a very ugly thing, and I don't want any of us to experience it firsthand. We should get back. Alice and Jack will start to wonder where we've gone." I started up the pickup again and we drove to the ranch house. I suggested quick showers, and Alice offered to wash our clothes, so we spent an hour in the living room dressed in a pair of the couple's bathrobes. Norm had warned me not to reveal where we lived and not to talk about our housemates, which seemed a reasonable precaution in spite of the honest intentions I read from them. Once our clothes were ready, we said our goodbyes to the couple and their adopted children, and Norm got into his truck. We agreed that I would drive the Ford out in front so that he could keep an eye on me. The trip south was uneventful. I used some of the time to ponder Norm's question. Why did jealousy seem to represent such a blind spot for me? Part of it, I thought, was that jealousy wasn't an emotion so much as a cause-and-effect relationship of various emotions. I understood, intellectually, that many people got upset when they feared the loss of another's love and attention, but trying to empathize with that seemed impossible. I wondered if that blind spot was something engineered into my psychology. We got in just after dark. I had just enough time to step out of the cab before Wendy collided with me, wrapping me in a hug. I stooped to pull her tight against me for a moment before she broke away to tackle Norm. Nissi was next. I saw a shimmer of wetness in her eyes as she approached and embraced me. "Tilly, we were so worried," she said. "I'm glad you're safe." She then went to Norm and kissed him long and passionately. I watched them, feeling a swell of happiness with them and for them. Norm was right. It was like a blind person trying to understand color. It wasn't in me to want to keep another person to myself. Stan interrupted my stare by taking my hand and squeezing it. "We were worried about you, girl. Looks like you guys had a rough time." "We did," I agreed. "And we'll tell everyone what happened once we're inside." Once he stepped back, Stansy surprised me by pulling me into a fierce hug and sobbing over my shoulder. "Don't you ever make us worry like that again," she said. "We almost lost you once before, you know." "I know," I said quietly. "And that's behind me now." Stansy reluctantly disengaged, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand, and I got one final hug from Nock. "You'd better have one hell of a good story to tell," he said. "When Norm left to go back north and find you, I really thought we'd never see either of you again." "What's that supposed to mean?" Nissi said in a warning tone. "No," Norm said, patting her on the shoulder, "he's right. Things very nearly went badly for both of us. It's dangerous out there, Nissi. You know that." Nissi nodded, but I felt irritation still prickling her and something like smugness from Nock. Norm, too, was angry with Nock, but he was careful to conceal it from all but me. I had never really understood the dislike that existed between the three of them. The others accepted it, but I knew that they could not sense the same undercurrents I felt. Nock confused me most of all. He seemed to delight in goading Nissi into confrontations, but I could also feel his pangs of wanting when he saw her with Norm. "Nice truck, by the way." Wendy said, breaking the tension. "And is that our food in the back? None of us have eaten today." "Sure, you can eat right now if you want to carry it inside," Norm said. Wendy climbed into the bed and grabbed a handle of one of the bins. She pulled, grunting dramatically, and the bin stayed right where it was. "Norm, you shit!" she yelled, laughing. Norm laughed with her. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. I can barely move them myself. Tilly carried them a few miles, but I think she could use a rest." "I got it," Stansy said. She put a hand on the side rail and leapt smoothly into the truck bed. With barely a visible effort, she lifted a bin and passed it down to Nock, following up the second with Stan. "Feels like a lot of calories in here," Stan remarked. "Enough to get us through the month," I said. "We have other arrangements after that, assuming Catalina and that bank in the Caribbean come through." "Right," Norm said, "I forgot to mention that before. Tilly negotiated a deal for a food delivery at the end of the month. We just need to get the money before then." "Tilly," Stan said over his shoulder as a carried one of the bins inside, "you are alright in my book." Norm and I related our story as Stansy prepared a hot meal. I hadn't gotten a chance to hear Norm's side of things until now. "We should invite them to come live here," Wendy said, after Norm had described the halfs that the couple had adopted. Norm's sudden irritation came with a flash of heat on his neck. "Wendy, it's not as if we have a lot of room here," he snapped, "and we don't know how far we can trust them." "It was just a thought," Wendy said, sounding hurt by his sudden heat. The meal was the best one that anyone had made at the farm house for weeks, made even better by a mug of the precious coffee. It was really a second dinner for Norm and me, but he hadn't eaten well the last few days and I had not eaten at all. Nonna went to bed early after finishing the meal, muttering to herself in Russian. Norm and Nissi disappeared about an hour later, followed by Wendy. Stansy and Stan remained, taking seats on the couch so that he could fill me in on what had happened with the VPN. He went to the other room and came back with a sheaf of papers that turned out to be logs. Apparently, SamIAm had continued to test the network's security at regular interval without alerting anyone. Stan had caught him a few times, but other times, he had received a message from the hacker well after the fact. "I need you to look things over," he said. "I've patched up quite a bit of code, but I may have introduced some new bugs. You can wait until tomorrow, of course." "I need to get better at security so I can help you more," I said. "You've been dividing the work, but I think we'll work better together if each of us understands what the other is trying to do." "I think I'd like that," he said. "It would be one thing if he was smug, but he's just so damned matter-of-fact about it, like he's expecting to find holes and isn't surprised or delighted when he does." He uncapped a pen and made a mark on the paper he was holding. "And sometimes that cheeky bastard doesn't even bother to tell me when he penetrates it. He got root access to the file system again right here." "Alright, you two," Stansy said, "you can talk about this some more in the morning. Can't you see she's exhausted?" Stan looked up from the paper he had marked and over at me in surprise. "Oh, right. Of course." He got up and patted my arm before following close behind Stansy to their room. "Well, good night, then," Nock said. He stood up and stretched. "Wait," I said. "There's something I wanted to ask you." "Me?" he said, his eyes narrowing. "Yes, you." I wasn't sure how he would react, so I took a deep breath before plunging ahead. "Are you jealous of Norm?" The jolt of surprise and anger was there and gone in an instant. He cracked a smile, and then laughed. "Me? Jealous of old Normative Norm? He's a good guy. What do I have to be jealous about?" "I was at Sasha's house the longest," I reminded him. "And my hearing is just as good as yours. I was there the night you told Nissi how you were starting to feel close to her, and how it had made you wonder if it was time to stop pining after your lost fiancé." The bitterness was like a foul cloud that surrounded him. "Yeah, I remember. It was a month after she first got there. She had propositioned me once already, but I turned her down." "But then you told her you had changed your mind." "Right. But she just smiled and let me down in the sweetest way you could imagine. She told me that I had come this far, and that I shouldn't give up hope. She told me that I should wait until after the Agency shipped us out, and then I might have a chance to find out where she was, what had happened to her. She said that I needed to know if that relationship really was doomed before moving on to a new one." "It seems like you didn't take that response very well," I said. "I am a practical man, Tilly," he said. "My Esther was the joy in my life for two years, but that was over seven years ago. No woman had stirred me in that way, in all that time, until I met Nissi. She rejected me, and it hurt far more than I thought it would." I nodded. "I see." He started for the den and the computer, but stopped and turned back to face me. "And since you decided to bring my love life out in the open, you should realize that I know what you and Norm did in the truck on our way down here." "Norm already told me," I said. "So you and he, have you had sex again?" "No," I said evenly. The lie made me feel a bit queasy, but I said it anyway. Nock had finally helped me to understand. I never wanted to see in Nissi what he had just shown me. "Nock?" I said, before he started away again. He lifted a questioning eyebrow at me. "I don't think Nissi meant to hurt you. You and she got along just fine back in those days. Things might have been different if you had just talked to her, if you had explained it the way you just told me." He gave me a wry smile. "Too late for that, isn't it? She hates my guts now, and most of the time I can't stand to be around her either. It's actually a good thing we never got together. We were a bad fit." "Then why can't you let her go?" Nock flashed his teeth and chuckled. "You know what? Fuck you. Go stick her claws in someone else's brain. I'm done talking to you." I watched him go, feeling the pull of my nature making me want to follow him, but knowing that there was nothing I could do to help. With a shake of my head, I turned and headed for bed.

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Title: Falling for a lioness 2 Revenge of the fallen part 1 by Sindragon Tags: Cub, Human, Hybrid, Hyena, Lion, Lion King, Lioness, Love, Simba, Story Series **Falling for a lioness 2 Revenge of the fallen by sindragon** I don't own lion king is on by Disney I own Stuart ,Shingi,,Makhosazana and Nkosiphendule This has cross spices paring ok Main parings ; Stuart(oc)x NALA , VitanixKopa ,KiaraxKovu ,SimbaxOc,NukaxOc, OcxOc **Chapter 1 a year on and the birth of the new King and Princes** ............................................................................................................................................................ **Pride rock** It had been a Year after the fight for the Pride lands, we had won but ,had lost life of few of the pride in the fight. After the rain had died down ,we carried their body's to royal ground to buried them and pay are respect to them. Simba had worried at the start of his ruling of the Pride lands , but with the help of me Nala, Shingi and his mum. He had become a very good king indeed. Simba had manage to get the Pride lands back to what it was like when Mufasa was king. So Fare a few of the animals had been coming back making it easer for us to hunt and not starve from from hunger. This was because the grass had stated to grow back and there were know waterholes to drink fresh water. As I looked out towards the Pride lands from top of Pride rock, I spotted the lioness going on a hunt. It was being lead by Sarabi and I smiled and Nuka.. Nuka had got more healthily and grown strong, also his mane had grown fully jet black. Though he wasn't as muscular built as Simba but still was a strong male lion. Also few of the lioness had been chatting him up to be his mate making him blush more. I was glad for Nuka, he know was happy than he was a year ago. All the lioness had got more stronger and healthier from when I first met them,but Sarabi had improved the most. When Simba had told me that Sarabi had gone back to what he remember his mum as a cub then, when he saw her when he came back.. Nala and Shingi had been spending more time with the dad,since they couldn't when they were cubs. I heard Nala laughter echoing view the pride lands ,I then put my hand up to shield my eyes from the sunlight of Africa. I turn around spotting Nala in the distance,with Shingi wrestling around with Ni as Sarafina sat by the side cleaning Makhosazana fur while Nkosiphendule play wrestled with Vitani. I chuckled hearing Nkosiphendule moan at Sarafina . Who had just finished giving his sis her bath and now was giving his, and giving his complates to his aunt. Both of my Nala cubs had grown up quite well, I was surprised at that Makhosazana had grown up to a size of average hight for an 7 year old human, even though she was only 1 years old in human years. Though I guess it was it was due to that she was half lion half human. Her brother had grown up like any normal lion though he was trying to learn to walk on 2 feet instead of 4. Her brother fur was bit strange to normal male lions, who usually had golden or brown fur. But he had same cream colour fur as his mum, also his mane had started to grow and he as proudly showing it off. While his sis hair had grown down to her neck to her, and it was red in colour . Though both had same eye colour as the mother. Talking about Vitani she had grown to a full grown lioness cub and at the moment was bigger in size than Nkosiphendule was at the moment. Also she was starting to become very tomboyish, as she was picking fights with the young male cubs. Though when all 3 were together they would cause mainly pranks the older lions and me. I sighed I had grown up in the year my red/brown hair had grown up to my neck in length, also I got more muscle built, from fights with the lioness and Simba. As I look out knowing the hunt would be a while, I thought heading down when I herd a familiar female voice. " Yoh bro you up there" Zira asked me as she walk up the ramp to the top of Pride rock. I turn around seeing Zira had reached the top of Pride rock, and then walk over to me purring in happiness. " Hi sis how you today " I smiled at my sis watching her lioness frame sitting down next to me. " Hmm im fine bro do you remember that we going with Simba to see the Zulu Tribes today " Zira said to me as she licked my face, to give me a wash. I smiled warping my hands around Zira neck stroking her furry ears getting a happy purr from my sister. " Sure I do we got to make sure this plan we have together with them works " I said to Zira. A few weeks ago after Simba had became king we need to search for food. Some of the lioness found a human village and started to hunt the cows that Zulu had, which didn't made them happy one bit. They then started to hunt us down and killed 4 of or lioness, what made us angry ,Simba wanted to get revenge but Rafiki had plan to get us to work with the Zulu tribes. Using his magic on the lioness so they could speak Zulu as well for me as well ,I then went to the villages with Simba and Zira to agree peace with them. At first the Zulu were scared of the lions,but after time they begin to trust us and we started to help each other out. The lioness would send some on a daily to keep an eye on the cows from other predators looking for an easy meal while they kept poachers at bay . Half way few Simba first year of being king we also found out that Nala sister Shingi was with cubs and would be soon be giving birth, in few weeks times. Simba was over the moon that he would be a dad and Sarabi was happy to be an grandmother. Everyone was happy about the new cubs that would becoming soon. " Hey Zira Stu you ready to go " Simba shouted from below Pride rock .. " We be there in sec " I shouted back down to the king ,while seeing Zira had cheeky smirk on her face. " Race ya down bro " Zira laughed sprinting own down the path. " Hey no fare" I laughed running after my Sis. **End of chapter 1** **review and rate ^.^**

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Title: When the Rapture Comes... by firefox_b Tags: M/M, Rabbit, Rapture, Transformation, Werefox, Werewolf Roger was sitting in his living room sucking down a Slushy on May 21st, the day that yet another extreme fundamentalist whack job had predicted the end of the world. *What a joke!,* thought Roger, *the same whack job had predicted the end of the world in 1994! Guess he'll just keep trying until he gets it right! \_ Besides, Roger mused, everyone knew that the \_real* end of the world was coming on December 21st, 2012. Those Mayans knew a thing or two about calendars, not to mention freelance open heart surgery. As he slurped away on his Slushy, a knock came to Roger's door which he reluctantly trudged to answer. Perhaps on this auspicious occasion, it would be another earnest young man here to tell Roger about his personal savior. Yep, if you're gonna have a savior, it might as well be a personal one; no generalized saviors need apply here, no-sir-ee! As he opened his door, Roger's world-weary expression changed a tad when he beheld Kahless standing on the other side, the Klingon Empire's greatest warrior. "Can I help you?," asked Roger. "I am here to unify the people!," declared Kahless resolutely. "How very nice for you!," replied Roger. "I'm not Klingon, however," he added. Not wishing to appear ungracious, Roger decided to invite Kahless in for a little blood wine, something Roger tried to keep on hand for such occasions. The Klingon accepted Roger's invitation, and was soon gracing Roger's couch, looking perhaps a bit uncomfortable as he watched *Ancient Aliens* playing on Roger's plasma tv. As Roger went to top off Kahless' blood wine, another knock came to his door. "What fresh hell is this?," muttered Roger quietly as he again opened the door to his wretched apartment. There stood the Trix rabbit, looking like a heroine addict in withdrawal. "Raspberry red!- -Lemon yellow!--Orange orange!," rhapsodized the rabbit redundantly. "Might you have any Trix cereal that you could share?," he asked in eager anticipation. "Sorry, fresh out!," Roger said despondently, shaking his head in the negative. He couldn't muster the heart to tell the poor little guy that he never touched the stuff. "But if you come in, I'll see what I can scare up," offered Roger. "I may have some General Mills, if that floats your boat!" Roger had always found the Trix rabbit strangely alluring, and being a closet furry didn't just want him to run off. Kahless had by now started singing Klingon opera, which scared the Trix rabbit no small amount, and Roger had to reassure the trembling bunny that things were under control. Perhaps Kahless couldn't handle his blood wine after all. The rabbit assumed a position as far away on the couch from Kahless as he could, and was shooting anxious glances at the Klingon as the legendary warrior sang discordantly at the top of his lungs while the theories of Erich von Daniken continued to be expounded on the tube. Roger rolled his eyes as a third knock came to his door. "Perhaps this time it's the Rapture to put me out of my blessed misery!," he said to no one in particular. Roger opened the door to behold Josh, the werewolf character from the series Being Human. This time, Roger's surprise and pleasure were unmistakable. "Josh!," greeted Roger, "I'm thrilled to see you! To what do I owe this pleasure?," he asked, pumping the werewolf's arm. Josh looked askance at the strange duo sitting at a distance from one another on the couch, and looked about as if to make certain that they couldn't hear his conversation. His darting eyes then came to rest on Roger. "It's the Rapture, all right," he said in solemn tones of all seriousness. "The furry Rapture, that is...we're all going to transform. The revolution begins tonight!," Josh said with emphasis. Roger couldn't have been more thrilled. "Hot damn!," he cried, slapping the werewolf on the shoulder. "Now *that's* something that I can sink my teeth into, so to speak!" "I've always wanted to fight a Klingon warrior," intoned Josh as Roger began his werefox tranformation and eyed the Trix rabbit with lustful intent... ...and it was a great Rapture after all!

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Title: Thinking Sinking Thoughts by FakeMan Tags: Not all that serious at all, Other, Poem, furry, tf Thinking Sinking Thoughts When in a certain mood And feeling very lewd There is a thing That thinking brings That's often misconstrued An escape from everyday worry When the thinker's in no real hurry Drifting through thought Decidedly hot And also remarkably furry That's why fantasy appeals Away from all the reals That say you shan't Or even can't Because of social seals Why not flirt with dapper dragons Or horses driving wagons Or mice and minks Or moose and skinks Or Tigers bearing flagons "Because they don't exist" Is that all that's on your list? Love and hate You reprobate Are likewise both dismissed "But it's all just in your mind!" Would you rather I in kind Become like a god Or General Zod With reality cruelly defined? I really just don't see the trouble In retreating to one's little bubble To think what they may In their own unique way While leading a life that is double So while I sit drifting in thought I want you to pity me not I'm thinking in glee Of the things that I'll be And the fiction with which I'm besot

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Title: Nameless for the Moment by Poot Tags: Crossdressing, Explicit, Fox, Gay, Husky, M/M, Mild Violence, No-Yiff, Partial Strip, Series He woke up a week prior to him moving into his dorm. He sat up on his black futon and reached for his phone. Upon opening his cell to find he had two messages. One was from his ex and one from his best friend Jennifer. The first was a forward he hated doing, and the second just made no sense so he deleted them both. (and now what most have been waiting for)...His name is Robert Hoodspaw. Robert is a 5'8" black and white husky, with a fuzzy tail. He's a young and stupid, but a little emo. His passion was to skateboard... but he was never good at it. (A week later :D) He was driving his Chevy Nova which was blacked out, with an 18' sub with 15' speakers.His mother didn't let him blast his music on the way to Foxtrot U. which pissed him off. "So have you talked to Lucas lately?" his mother asked. "No mom."said Robert. Lucas was Robert's ex of a couple years. They were still close to this day, even after the break up. "Haves you texted him lately?" asked his mother. "Yea, i did earlier." replied Robert. "Ok." answered his mother. They drove for eight hours till they finally got into Massachusetts. They walked up to the dorm house o.o thingy(you know what i mean). He had dorm B7. They walked up to the second floor and walked down the hall looking at the doors on each side. The even dorms were on the right, as were the odd on the left. They stopped on front of the door that read "B7" on it. There was a stapled piece of paper on the door. It has his name on it as well as his roommates. They walked in carrying his clothes and computer, with everything else they had brought. The room was about 20" by 20" with two single bed and 2 desks along with lamps on each.He looked down at the Racoon sitting on one of the beds. "Hi!" said his mother. "hey." he said. "This is Robert, and I'm his mother" (haha awkward turtle o.o inside joke) Robert just stayed quiet, until his roommate got up and held out his hand to him. Robert shook it smiling. "Sup? I'm Daniel" said the Raccoon. "Hey...eh as you heard, I'm Robert" said the husky. " yea, its good bro" said Daniel His mother hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek then she walked out to his fathers car. His father drove behind them so that he could keep his car on campus. he has left his clothes in the clothes hamper he brought them in. Then he pulled out his laptop and put it on the desk. the boys sat a while talking about his Nova. (A couple of months later) He wakes up without that annoying alarm clock buzzing in his ears. He was wondering why it wasn't going off. Then he looked at the clock in a puzzled way. It said that the time was 11:47 am. His class started at 11:30 and it took him a few seconds to realize it.... "Shit!" He knew he was late for his "Ancient Egyptian History" class which he hated in the first place. So he ran to his clothes and changed his shirt and put on a new pair of pants. Then he sprayed his body with his Axe and ran out the door, closing it on the way out. He got half way down the flight of stairs figureing out that he forgot his book. He ran back up a few stairs and seen Daniel blocking his path. "Hey bro, forget something?" Daniel asked holding his history book. "Thanks dude." Robert said. "No problem. Now get your ass to class!" said Daniel Robert noded and ran back down the stairs to his car. Opened the drivers side door and sat in. He peeled out of the parking lot and pulled out his Marlboro's putting one to his lips and lighting it with his zippo. He tried to slip into his class without making any noise(which never works xD), but Mr. Fontanna knew he walked in. "Your late...again Mr. Hoodspaw." said his teacher. "Yea, sorry sir." said Robert being a smart ass. "No problem." said his teacher with a grin. "Were on page 374, get to it before i decide to mark your grade down for this tardy." (after class) Robert was sitting on the hood of the Nova smoking a cigg when he seen this cute fox getting called a fag and having things thrown at him by some prick jocks. Robert gets in his car and hits a drag on his smoke. He drives over in front of the jocks squealing his tires from the sudden stop. he gets out of his car taking another drag of his smoke. The jocks and the fox look at him. "Hey...get the fuck out of here." said one of the jocks. "Mhm..." he says while taking another drag."And you pricks gunna make me?" There was a doberman and two pitbull's in football uniforms. The doberman walked up to Robert and stood a few inches from his face.Robert just laughed under his breath and blew smoke in the dobermans face. "get the fuck out of here...before i kick your fagget ass."said the Doberman. "Really now?" said Robert as he shifted the smoke in his hand. Then he hit the Doberman in the face and gripped his throat bending his back over his hood and taking the smoke in his other hand and shoving it in the Dobemans right eye. He screamed in pain as Robert twisted the cherry in the eye socket of the Doberman. "Ahhggrrr...STOP!!! Please!!" yelled the Doberman. Robert gripped the poor helpless dog by his throat and threw him on the ground. The pittbulls watched in amazement then ran at the husky. Robert quickly reached in his back seat and grabbed a wooden bat. The one pit threw a punch and hit Robert in the jaw busting his lip. Robert swung the bat right after and his the other pit in the ribs. Around this time their coach had ran up. "Stop it right now or your ass's are off the fucking team." barked their coach. They helped the doberman up and walked back to their practice. Robert gave them the finger as theywalked away. "You ok?" asked the fox. The husky spit blood and looked up at the fox. "yea...you wanna go get somethin to eat?" asked Robert smiling. "We...well i hardly know you..."said the fox. Robert walked to the other side of the the car a few feet from the fox facing him. He sat on the hood and spat blood again. "The names Robert. Now how bought yours? hehe." said the Husky "...hmm...Blake..."he said. "It's cute...hehe I like it." Robert said. Blake blushed a little. "So...?" Robert said. Blake looked at Robert with a weird face. "...Food?" Robert said acting like he had a burger and munching on it. "Nom nomms?" "Hehe....fine." replied Blake The fox got into the passengers seat, and Robert hopped into the drivers seat. They ate pizza and talked....alot. xD "Haha yea...their pricks though." Robert said still continuing the conversation they had. "heh heh yea." Blake said smiling. They got into the car and drove off... "I'm guessing you wanna go back to your dorm...right?" Robert asked. "It dosn't matter to me hun..." said Blake. "Ok...so where do you wanna go? asked Robert "...I don't care. wherever you want to" "Anywhere I want? he asked. "Sure." the fox said smiling. They pulled up to a lake and got out. They got out and walked over to the shore line. Robert kicked a rock . Then Blake kicked a rock hitting him in the leg as he giggled. "Haha, you thought that was funny?" said Robert "Yea a lil" replied the fox. "Mhm...you wanna do somethin? asked Robert "like what?" asked Blake wagging his tail "Do you see that platform about 40 yards out?" asked Robert as he was taking off his shirt. "Yea?" Blake asked as he watched the husky undress. "I bet I can beat you there." Robert said as he dropped his pants. "Dought it!" Blake said as he hurried to take his shirt off. Really now? The pup said as he grinned at blake with his boxers already on the ground. Blake blushed and dropped his pants showing the thong he wan wearing. "You know those are mine now right?" robert said smiling and pointing at the thong on the ground after Blake took them off. "Mhm?" murmured Blake as he took off running for the lake. It was getting dark as they were swimming towards the platform. Blake got there first but hesitated to get onto it. "shit...laugh it up cause you beat a smoker." yelled Robert about ten feet away from the platform. Robert finished swimming to the platform and got up on it. Then gave Blake a weird look. "What are you doing?" asked Robert while breathing deeply trying to catch his breath. "Nothing...."replied Blake as he lifted himself onto the platform. He sat a couple of feet away from Robert looking away from him blushing. Robert scooted close to the fox and looked at the stars. He then layed back. Blake looked over at the fur over his cock and blushed. "Hey!" said the husky grabbing Blake"s shoulders and pulling him down beside him. Blake blushed and layed on the husky's damp chest fur.Robert licked the fox's headfur, and Blake looked up at the k-9. Robert slowly moved closer to the fox's lips and softly kissed them. Blake blushed brightly then closed his eyes kissing the husky slowly slipping his tongue in his maw. Their kiss was broke off by a spot light. it was a cop. "Shit! Pigs! uhh... i forgot to menchin....we passed a couple of private property signs back there... "What the fuck Robert?! "Eh..." he said shrugging " but staying here yelling about it wont get our ass's out of here." The two boys jumped into the lake and headed for shore. The cop sped up to try to block them off at the shore line.The two boys ran out of the watch and grabbed their clothes running towards the car. They jumped in and Robert started up the car then shifted it into reverse. He went the way they came in. The cops headlights were coming towards then he flashed the blue and red lights as Robert picked up speed. "Robert, what the hell are you doing?! yelled Blake. "Trust me..." Robert said "......."(tha fox) Before the cop hit them he turned quickly into a ditch to avoid any collision. At the same time Robert swerved the other way and shifted up just barely missing the read end on the cruiser. The cop tried to pull out after Robert passed him but he had ripped his front axel as he hit the ditch. They drove to Blake's dorm and he parked. Blake got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. Robert got out and ran after him. "Wait!" said Robert running after him. "What? I'm supposed to trust you when you almost got arrested or worse almost killed us?" said Blake "But we didn't...and you enjoyed yourself" Robert said poking Blake's chest and belly. "...I guess" Blake said cracking a smile. The husky slowly leaned forward, as the fox started to blush, and the boys kissed deeply under the full moon. :3

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Title: Leaving On A Jetplane by Bevan Tags: Anal, Husky, M/M, Mouse, Rimming, Tie This is a cliche, a story that's done to death but a theme that's generally popular. Still, it was one of the ideas I had in my notebook and I got the compulsion to type it out. Next I may be beginning work on my first story series, featuring action, super heroes, and guns. Until then, I hope you enjoy this little story. The characters and the story itself are of course, mine. If you aren't able to legally read about gay furry ass sex then read no further. --- If looks could kill and inanimate objects could die, the monitor that Riley was glowering at would have surely died a horrible, horrible death. The mouse's youthful, pretty face was contorted into a baleful expression directed at the device in front of him. He wasn't the type to get angry all that often, especially not about things he could do nothing about... But now that the day had come, things were completely different. He'd told himself he would take it like an adult, that he wouldn't make Blair feel guilty. He'd told himself that he wouldn't let his emotions get the better of him. He'd told himself that it wouldn't be the end of the world... He had to have been a horrible liar, because he couldn't even convince himself. Now that he had completed his microbiology degree, his roommate Blair was leaving. He was going to Seattle to get into some company, the name of which escaped Riley's already frustrated mind. His family was tied into the company in a big way, so for Blair to get a job there it was no real surprise. Ever since they'd become good friends, Riley knew it was where Blair was going to end up. The husky talked of his future job often, not just of the money he'd stand to make and the career he could launch but of the work he'd get to do. Riley didn't understand a damn thing about anything beyond high school biology until he'd met Blair, nor had he been interested in learning... But when the husky got worked up and started to talk, there was no stopping him. Blair talked of every little thing concerning it with such an excitement, an electricity in his voice that it held Riley with rapt attention. It was like a scientific siren's song laced with Latin as the terms, theories and curiosities of biology were laid out before Riley by the husky. In turn, Blair would listen to Riley whenever he'd start gushing out techno babble, holding eye to eye contact whenever they spoke. It wasn't that Blair was interested in the subject, he merely feigned interest for Riley's sake and that the mouse knew. But whenever he got to speaking with the handsome husky for any real amount of time, with his startling green eyes staring him down... His mind would go blank, he'd panic, and he'd be unable to think of anything but the study material he'd fanatically memorized for his computer science classes. By morning the husky would be gone on a late flight across the country, and though they talked of meeting again Riley was worried he'd never seen Blair again. Rationally, logically, he knew that Blair was a good friend that wouldn't likely forget him. Yet still, in his heart he worried that once Blair got involved in the work he loved so dearly he'd just be brushed aside to the corners of his mind. He couldn't bring himself to leave his bedroom and go out to see the husky, not without those thoughts stabbing into his heart at the very sight of him. He'd had a thing for Blair for the longest time, not just based on looks but on who the husky was as a person. That wasn't to say he was bad looking but he wasn't athletic, he didn't play any sports or have any active hobbies aside from jogging. Every morning, rain or shine he'd be out running up and down the block they lived on. His mind wandered memories of the husky coming in on the rainy mornings after his runs, soaked to the bone in his tank top and skimpy little grey shorts. The very thought was enough to tinge Riley's large ears with a red blush, his anger subsided by a flash of lust. He was also a good person, someone that was always there for Riley. Whenever Riley was short on rent, whenever he ran out of his favorite snack, whenever he had a bad breakup with a boyfriend... There was his perfect, black and white furred rock. Blair had never once let him down, never once yelled at him, never once pushed him away when he needed a little comfort. Blair was straight but that didn't stop Riley from longing, though it had mostly just been a stupid, fleeting wish until a few months ago. That was when like many other Friday nights, they'd gotten drunk while watching a bad sci-fi movie... And fumbled into a kiss. It was messy, the two were so piss drunk they could barely keep their muzzles touched together... Yet it had felt so right to Riley that even through the drunken haze he could remember everything with painful clarity. The taste of the hops and barley on the husky's tongue, the way he held the mouse in his arms and dipped him against the couch, the way his hands had felt on his shoulders... He didn't know if Blair forgot the next morning, or if he just didn't want to talk about it, but that had been the only romantic contact the friends had ever had. Riley didn't want to bring up the subject and risk a thing, to bring up a mistake that Blair had probably forgotten long ago. He reached into a jar beside his computer and grabbed a handful of chocolate covered coffee beans, tossing them into his mouth. He'd just have to trust Blair would come see him again, and if he didn't... He just hoped that the husky would be happy wherever he was. --- Blair stood in the living room with a brown paper bag in one hand and a rose in the other, his eyes on the shut door in front of him. Riley was angry at him, or angry that he was going, both in all likelihood. Blair looked down at the rose he held in his paw and then at his reflection in the TV screen to check his short black hair. It was hard to say if what he was about to do was the best choice he'd ever made, and impossible to say it wasn't one he was worried about. But he knew in his heart that no matter his doubts, it was the right choice to make. The husky opened his roommate's door quietly and stepped inside, walking right up behind the mouse sitting at the monitor. He knew that all his stealth was for naught before he even got close, as soon as he saw the large ears on either side of Riley's blonde hair twitch. He'd never been able to sneak up on him, not a single time in all the years they'd been living together. "Riley, I... I wanted to come see you, to talk." Blair saw the mouse's slim shoulders grow stiff, his petite body going rigid as his whip-like tail began to drift back and forth behind his swivel chair. "Why? Is it really going to change anything? Look, Blair, I'm not angry but I'm busy so if you don't mind I've-" Blair put his hand on the top left corner of the mouse's chair and spun it around, leaning forward over Riley to look him eye to eye. The mouse looked like a deer caught in a pair of headlights, his eyes going wide behind his glasses as they took in the unbroken expanse of the husky's white underbelly. Even with Blair looking him right in the face he couldn't help but look downwards, his eyes trailing across his stomach, down across his abs then between his thighs. Blair dropped the bag on the floor and lifted his hand off the chair, putting it on the chin of the befuddled mouse. He lifted his head up until they were looking eye to eye again and raised his other hand, offering him the long stemmed rose he'd been holding. "I've known. I've known for a long time that you had a crush on me. That's one of the big reasons you're so angry right now... But I wanted to give you something before I left to show that I'd always remember you, and so that you'd always remember me." Riley seemed as though he might pass out as he took the rose with a shaking hand, drawing a cross across himself with the other. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph. I ate so many coffee beans I fried my brains." Riley squeaked out under his breath. Blair laughed and in a moment Riley joined him, slicing through the lingering tension in the room. "So what are you going to give me?" Riley asked when they finally stopped laughing, to which Blair replied by trailing his claws down the side of the mouse's neck. With his other paw he reached down between them, popping the button open on Riley's jeans without breaking eye contact. It was strange to be doing it to another male, and he wouldn't have dreamed of doing it or anything like it with anyone but Riley... But the mouse was his best friend, and there wasn't a thing he wasn't willing to give up, endure, or try to make him happy. "Whatever you want me to." Blair murmured back, standing there with an expectant, loving expression, waiting to hear the rodent's wish so that he might fulfill it. "Just... Just... Ah, I want you to ah... " It was hard for Riley to actually ask for it, his face going red, his eyes looking down and away to hide behind his long blonde bangs as he tried to speak the words that would set the husky in motion. Without warning the husky leant in and scooped him up right out of the chair and into his arms, standing with Riley cradled against his chest. Blair was hardly a muscular guy but the slender mouse was a mere five feet tall and even if he was soaking wet, any guy of Blair's size that wasn't a weakling could easily pick him up. "Why don't you just let me decide what to do with you?" Blair whispered, turning towards the neatly made up queen sized bed in the corner of the room. Riley stuck his rose in the jar with his chocolate covered coffee beans, leaving it half hanging out of the jar's mouth. As soon as it was out of his hands he hooked his arms around Blair's neck, hanging from it like an adoring lover swooning in his grasp. "I'd love that." Riley whispered as he hid his face against the thick white fur on Blair's chest, unable to face him as he was carried to the bed. The husky lowered him with all the delicate touch of a husband on his honeymoon putting his wife to the bed for the first time. Blair's hands made short work of the mouse's jeans and the blue boxer briefs beneath, his fingers sliding across the short tan fur on Riley's legs as he was stripped. Riley couldn't have moved if the bed burst into flames, not one inch under his own power at that point. He could only watch as his jeans and underwear were tossed across the room and onto the floor, petrified by an ocean of feelings welling up inside of him. He squeaked when Blair's hands encircled his bare hips, his palms resting on Riley's ass as the husky turned him over on his stomach with his hips held up in the air. Blair eased down behind him with his hands still on Riley's ass, gingerly pulling his cheeks apart for his first look at his friend's sweet spot. Without even having to ask him, Riley had lifted his tail up and out of the way, curled in the air over his back. It took a few moments of mental preparation, a few deep breaths and bit of imagination to psyche himself up for what he'd planned to do. 'Just pretend it's a woman, it isn't the first time you've done this.' he thought. With his eyes closed he leaned forward and put his muzzle between the panting mouse's ass cheeks, swirling his thick, smooth tongue beneath his tail. Riley shuddered and moaned out louder than any girl Blair had ever been with, his voice cracking and wavering more and more the longer he prolonged each throaty shout. He was good with his tongue, damned good, and if Riley was any indication it was a skill that worked on both man and woman. Riley's moans, the feeling of the writhing, lithe body in his paws, they were all having an effect on his body. He'd never felt aroused by another man before, but as his tongue reduced the mouse to a breathless wreck he felt his dick grow hard and his knot begin to swell. He pulled his muzzle back and opened his eyes for the first time, his eyes finding the mouse's face looking back at him over his shoulder. It was covered with a mess of blonde hair but he could still see his eyes, and the small muzzle that was hung open and panting for air. "None of my boyfriends ever did that for me before." He whispered to Blair as the husky stood up, climbing behind the mouse with his hands still on Riley's hips. He stayed off the mouse's back and looked downwards, lifting one hand off the mouse to grab his own dick. Riley stared on as he saw the husky start positioning himself, as if he couldn't believe it was all real and a single blink would dispel the Heaven-sent illusion. Just when he thought Blair was about to lean forward and take him, the husky pulled back and looked at the mouse as if he was trying to figure something out. Riley was worried that Blair had second thoughts, or that he might have changed his mind until he felt the hands on his hips again. The husky rolled him over effortlessly onto his back then put his hands on Riley's ankles, lifting them up to put them on his shoulders. The new position left them looking at one another, letting Blair see the look on Riley's face as he slid the tip of his dick into the mouse for the first time. "Your eyes are pretty, I want to look at them while I do you." Blair whispered back, staring at Riley as he began to shift his weight forward. They both moaned in unison as inch by inch the dog sunk into the rodent, spreading his tight little ass apart until they were face to face, muzzle to muzzle, and he could feel his knot pressing at the mouse's asshole. The truth was that Blair going through a few 'firsts' of his own at the moment. He'd never had anal and he'd never gotten anything without a condom before, and all the new sensations were bringing him to new heights of pleasure he'd never known of. He didn't even have to think of a woman anymore, his mind solely focused on the tan mouse wrapped up in his black and white arms. He reached forward and took a pair of glasses off the mouse's face, setting them next to the alarm clock beside the bed. His hand then passed across his face, brushing Riley's hair out of his face so that nothing was between their eyes. "I love you." Riley whispered to him with such sincerity that there was no doubt in Blair's mind that the words were true. "I know." Blair whispered back as he leaned forward, the mouse's hands wrapping around the side of his head as Blair leaned forward. If Riley wasn't so amazingly flexible and lithe it wouldn't have been possible for the kiss that they shared next. Blair's hands squeezed the body in his grasp and Riley's pulled at his short black hair, holding them together as Blair's tongue dove into his mouth for the second time. His mouth was just like Blair had remembered it the last time, large front teeth, minty fresh breath and a slight taste of chocolate and coffee beans. The only thing that was missing was the beer. Riley nearly bit him as he jerked his hips forward without warning and popped his knot into the mouse, locking them together at the hips. "D-Do me hard. Screw me fast." Riley pleaded to his friend, his claws digging at the husky's scalp as he pulled at his hair. The husky was grateful for the request because there wasn't a chance in hell of him lasting much longer inside of his friend. If he'd known he was this damn tight, he'd have screwed him a lot sooner! With a nod to show he heard the mouse's request, the husky adjusted himself one last time then he began what would be a rough and demanding pace of thrusting for the both of them. Every push in brought a moan from the dog and the mouse, and every pull back drew a squeak from the mouse as his growing knot tugged at Riley's tail hole. In another context Blair would have been laughing at the rhythmic squeaking, but in this one it only added fuel to the burning fire within him. Riley abruptly jumped in his hands, jerking against his body at the hips with a loud cry. The tight ass around his dick suddenly became a vice, the muscles contracting and pulling so tightly he thought he was going to see stars. He threw his head back and howled like he hadn't in months, as if declaring to the apartment building and everyone within earshot that he was about to have the best orgasm of his life. With the flood of their combined moans came a flood of fluids, the mouse erupting across his stomach as the dog pumped his seed into his body. Blair kept rocking his hips forward with every shot of cum into the body beneath him, his howl tapering off well before his orgasm did. When he finally came down from his high, he slumped over the mouse in his arms and looked into his eyes again in silence. The two just looked at one another as they tried to regain their breath, daring only to exchange short, brief kisses with fits of panting between each one. "I love you." Riley repeated as Blair carefully eased the mouse's legs off his shoulders and rolled with him in his arms until Riley was on top of him. His hands roamed up and down the back of the mouse's slim body, finally coming to rest on the back of his head. "I... I love you." Blair echoed with a degree of awkwardness, to which the mouse wearily smiled, showing off his prominent front teeth. It wasn't long before they drifted off together in each other's grasp, with Blair's knot still tying them together. --- When Riley woke, he ran a hand through his hair and rubbed at his eyes, trying to wipe the sleep away. The mouse lifted his head and looked at the clock, fumbling for his glasses to put them on his face. Five AM. He groaned and reached a hand behind him to rub at his ass, wondering for a moment what the hell he did yesterday that made it so sore and- "Blair!" He squeaked as the memories of yesterday hammered through the fatigue in his mind. Just a sniff at the air told him his memories had to be true, as both he and his room still smelled of sex and the masculine scent of the husky. His eyes swept across the empty bed beside him, then to the rose in the jar beside his monitor, bathed in a pale electric glow. He slipped out of bed and walked across the room to wrap his fingers around the flower's stem, carefully pulling it from the jar to press against his nose. The sweet fragrance filled his mind with thoughts of the husky's smiling face, and of stupid, geeky biology jokes he never understood but always laughed at. His eyes ticked back to the clock, then down at the rose in front of him. Blair's flight was three hours ago, and now... Now he was gone. His eyes watered and then he laughed, lifting a hand to brush the tears away from his eyes. He finally had gotten what he wanted, and then... Then the husky had left him with nothing but his memories and a single rose. "I better get you in some water." He murmured to the flower, turning to walk out into the small living room and kitchen combo that made up the main room of the apartment. He stopped dead in his tracks when he opened the door, his eyes going as wide as saucers. He nearly dropped the flower as the tears began to trail down his cheeks, his eyes locked on one thing. "Hey. You want some breakfast?" Blair asked with a tired expression, sitting at the kitchen table with a big brown bag and two cups of coffee in front of him.

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(F attribute theft, selfcest, hybrid, M nullification) ----- Len was a good looking woman, but good luck convincing her that. She has never known how to take a compliment, and even at an early age it had caused her to have a bit of an unhealthy relationship with herself. She never had to work on her beauty because she was naturally pretty good looking, so when someone complemented her, Len thought she did not deserve it and instead pointed out her flaws to counter the complement. That unfortunately evolved into a mental block she erected for herself, where she is incapable of seeing any positives about herself. Len has eyes that are a shade of brown that almost makes them look red in certain lighting. Her hair is straight and cut at chin length. Len's bangs are cut in an arrow shape, being longest in the middle reaching between her brows but then getting progressively shorter toward her temples. She is average height for a woman, and has a modest C cup bust. Today was especially depressing for Len however, as she trudged into work. Her aura was giving off so much gloom she might as well have had a mini rain cloud following her over her head. Len had been dumped by her boyfriend Mike, because he could not take her self-deprecating habits. He loved her, so seeing her constantly put herself down was just too cruel for him to take, he had to let her go. Len sat down at her cubical, turned the computer on and before it even fully started up, mashed her face into the keyboard. Len was startled by a deep voice coming from her computer! "Wow, you actually disabled sticky keys. I take it this isn't the first time you attempted to type something with your forehead." Len looked up at the strange shifting black text on the plain white screen. It took her a few seconds to realize what she was looking at! It was a bunny, entirely made of text, like ASCII art. But it moved and shifted around as if it were a three dimensional being... just, made of two dimensional text. The bold faced O that represented its eye was the only color on the page- its font was red. "Did I get... hacked?" "You do accounting for telemarketers, do you really think you handle anything important enough for anyone to bother hacking?" "Then, what is-" "My name is Occult. I am one half of this world's magic- long since sealed away, simply because people choose to fear what they cannot directly control. My seal is very old however, and I can still seethe back into the world for limited periods of time." "What does magic want with me? Am I being summoned for some sort of... quest?" "... no. I am bored, and want to fuck around on this side of things while I am here. And uh, you seem like a mess." "Well my boyfriend dumped me, because I don't want to take compliments if they aren-" "I don't care. You are a mess, regardless of reason. You need a lot, and I can give you a lot. So rather than put any actual thought into solving your problem, how about I just give you the power, and you can fix it yourself." "Uh, sure." Occult instructed her to grab up a handful of paperclips from beside her monitor and she did it quickly. She held up the handful of paperclips to her monitor as if offering some sort of sacrifice to the ancient God-like being. She gasped as they quickly moved on their own, but then cried out from a sharp pain and tried to drop them, but was unable to. A half second later it broke free from her hand to sit in it. What had happened was the paperclips all imploded into a single point and reformed, but doing so pinched the skin on the inside of her hand hard enough to break it a bit. The paperclips formed a simple metal band with four tiny claws that cradled a long crystalline thorn that formed at its head- crystallized from Len's own blood! The crystal looked black, except when you held it directly up to a light source, the light filtering through is actually red; just a very, very dark red. Occult explained the the dark blood ring will allow her to steal attributes from whatever she wanted while wearing it. It worked on absolutely anything- even inanimate objects. Len slipped it on and then twirled around in her chair, trying to spot something to test her power on. The first thing she seen was a row of pigeons lined up on the window edge outside. Len wished to be as light as a pigeon, and so she stole its weight. Len nearly fell over, not at all used to being so light! The pigeon however DID fall over immediately causing the other pigeons around it to look at it confused as it slumped over with the weight of a human suddenly. The pigeon was too heavy to move at all, and Len was so light it felt like she was on the surface of the moon. "Wah! Ok, how do I... undo?" "Undo? This is a magic ring, not a text document." "Wait, I can't reverse?" "I mean, you can wish you were as heavy as that one specific pigeon and that will swap back." Len quickly did it and returned to normal. "Uh, can you make some modifications?" Occult sighed. "Oh sure, don't be grateful that I gave you an extremely powerful magic you can do potentially anything with. Lets demand more, immediately after." "W-well... it is just, what if I want to get rid of a trait, instead of swap with someone? Like, if I took the pigeons weight and balanced it with my own instead of swapping, so I would be lighter but not the actual weight of a pigeon?" "That would be trait replication, I am not doing that. For the record, I CAN do that, but I am not going to. I will allow you to discharge unwanted traits into someone else, or take without swapping. But that is it." As he said that, the ring formed a second crystal, the new one is an extremely dark blue, made of crystalline void. The blood crystal took, the void crystal repulsed. Because everyone in the office was boxed in with cubicle walls, if Len just up and left basically no one would notice, so she did just that. She had an idea of what trait she wanted first for keeps, and it was just downstairs. As she got into the elevator, she wished she had taken the stairs. The odd smelling office mailman was standing across from her with his mail cart. It was bad enough when he went by in the office, but now she was trapped in a metal box with him! She couldn't hold her breath like she usually would or she would pass out long before she got to the ground floor. In her desperate thoughts she thought of how she wished she could steal him out of the elevator, and suddenly the man vanished, and Len appeared in his place! There was two Len standing in the elevator and both let out a short scream! Occult appeared physically as a small black bunny on the floor between them. "Holy shit. I give you the power to improve yourself and you turn to murder after less than ten minutes?!" They both spoke at the same time. "He's dead?!" "Technically, no. At least if you murdered him he would have left a corpse. You stole his existence, he didn't die, he stopped existing. You cannot have two existences in a single body, so you unintentionally also cloned yourself. One is using your original existence, the other is the existence stolen from smelly. Anyway, shit just got too real for me, I'm outy!" Occult vanished in a poof of black vapor. The two Len looked at each other nervously and started to devise a plan between themselves as they waited to get to the ground floor. They are the exact same person, so they have the same thoughts, body, memories and everything, but the second they split they started to become different. One seen the elevator from the left, the other the right, creating minuscule alterations in perception. No two things can exist at the same time in the same place- so it is physically impossible for two things to ever be the same. To avoid confusion, they decided the new body would be called Lin- close enough to the original name that they would not forget, different enough that they could identify one another. This could actually be used to their advantage. Two bodies meant they could cover more ground, they could both go in different directions stealing different traits and then once they found the magical perfect combination they can just steal all traits from the other one to collapse their two bodies back into one. Who knows, that might also cause the mailman to pop back into reality. When the doors opened, Lin scoot quickly off to the pillars at the edge of the massive ground floor annex. She was going so sneak out ahead of Len and start her search for a perfect body elsewhere, since it would be really hard to explain themselves if someone spotted both of them in the same place. Len however wandered toward the secretary at the front desk, trying not to call any attention to herself. She leaned on the wall by a tall, fake plant between the elevator and desk, looking like she was waiting for someone to meet her. She was actually eyeing the secretary- specifically her E cup tits. No doubt why she got the job in the first place- they do not make business attire meant to contain those jiggly sweater puppies so ample cleavage was always showing. A real hunk of a man was talking to her right then too- so Len could not try to steal her boobs or it would be noticed too quickly and cause a panic. Len eyed the man up, rolling her eyes at how obvious his advances were. He already got the information he needed from the secretary within the first five seconds of talking with her- now he was just flirting. She wanted men to make asses of themselves over her like that! That dick should be for Len, not that bimbo secretary! Just then she placed a hand on her lower gut as she felt an odd pressure. What on earth was that?! It moved lower and a lump started to form in her crotch, pushing her panties out! She then noticed the man suddenly looking nervous and broke off rather hastily from the conversation, making a mad dash to the bathroom! Oh no, she unintentionally stole his genitals! But she did not swap- so she now had a dick and balls above her still perfectly intact vagina! She tried to project the trait back off onto him but he vanished into the bathrooms- the boys room. She did not know his name, and telling the ring to give it back to 'him' was definitely not specific enough to work. In the meantime she turned to the secretary and this time deliberately stole her breast size! The secretary did not notice anything at first. The first reaction was that her posture suddenly started to improve, thanks to the lifting weight! Len quietly cooed as she felt her own breasts fill with warmth and gentle pressure. Her nipples stood in attention against her shirt and then her breasts started to swell outward. From being carried in a custom bra at all times to hold them still, the secretary's breasts actually had the muscle layer that holds their shape atrophy from the bra doing its job instead. So not only was Len stealing her breast size- the breast shape was being upgraded, because Len still had that muscle layer intact! Instead of being loose of floppy, Len's increasing boobs were pert and round! Her areola became more faded at the edges as the skin was stretched wider by the rapidly expanding flesh. Len's new cock was unintentionally becoming hard, causing it to catch in her panties and hurt for a second before she pulled the panties away a bit to let it flop upright- growing past her underpants. Len had to let out the top three buttons on her outer shirt and yank some of the under shirt higher so her boobs would not get choked! They were not E cups, because the secretary was. Len did not swap, she stole- so the secretary's boobs were being added onto what Len already had! She was around a G cup! Len could not even see her legs anymore past them! Her arms were barely long enough for her hands to be able to cover the fronts of them- no longer able to reach far enough around to touch her fingertips together to fully hug them. Now the secretary noticed something was wrong, when the bra fell loose under her shirt. She screamed when she looked down and seen only loose fabric and then looked around in a panic. She knew what Len looked like- if she seen Len now had giant boobs she would immediately know it was her behind it! Len quickly used her ring to steal the position of the air outside the front of the building, which caused her to basically teleport outside! She grinned at herself for making the perfect getaway and quickly dashed out of line of sight of the glass walls on the front of the building. Len wished she could swap the penis and balls back to the poor man, but he was still in the bathroom. She can't wait around for him or the secretary will rat her out. She will figure something out later, she got the boobs she wanted at least. ~~Trait Farming Lin on the other hand went in a completely different direction with things. If they both stole from people the odds of them doing the same thing increased and defeated the purpose of them splitting up. So Lin instead headed to the city limits, the ranch animals out in the fields. If she took a little trait from here and there, she would not screw the animals over, and she could build a body of inhuman levels of perfection. Instead of trying to build a body to someone else's standards, Lin thought why not build a body that is just good for herself? Make a body that could please itself. So the first thing she hunted down was a sow. She stole its orgasmic strength- a porcine climax will last for around a half hour! Since this was not a physical trait, she actually did not feel anything different to even know it worked. Next she targeted a horse, doing a quick scan of their undersides to make sure she targeted a mare. The mare let out a confused nicker and shuffled her rear hooves as her clit popped out on its own without warning. It started to feel unusually tight and its size started to shrink! Lin was doing a full switch with the mare, swapping their clitoris! That also caused her entire vagina to feel more sensitive! Normally the deeper into a vagina you get, the less specific the sensations become, but that was changing for Lin now! The part of the clit exposed externally is only a small part of it- the part that is the equivalent of the glans of a penis. The body of the clit runs parallel to the vagina, but only travels down the first third at most... but she swapped with a mare, whose vagina is considerably longer than her own, causing the clit to now travel the entire length! The smooth little nub that was her human clit now sat in the bottom of the mare's vulva, looking like a little pink grain of sand compared to the size of the opening it guarded. Lin's swelled up giant, so big it actually caused her vaginal passage to shrink slightly by pressing in on it. The exposed head of the clit swelled up and tightened, taking on a form that was vaguely heart-shaped and swelling to the size of a ping-pong ball! Her clitoral hood did not even come remotely close to being able to cover it, so it was now always exposed. After holding her pants and panties off of herself to watch the growth though, Len realized it was a bit of a problem. She could not wear clothes on her lower half like this because the fabric would rub against her bare clit, which is far too oversensitive for that. Thinking she had a cure, she had to walk rather awkwardly back and forth down the dirt road, looking between ranches for any signs of a dog. Rather than a clitoral hood, a canine's triangular labia enclose around the clit to protect it. Lin would still have to ditch her panties and get much looser fitting ones later, but the labia are still not nearly as sensitive as the clit itself so it would still be an upgrade. She spotted two, but since she was spying from the road she had to watch them for a bit to determine if one was a female before swapping labia with it. The dog immediately looked confused and plopped itself down to lick its changing bits. Lin pulled her clothes away to peer down and watch her own labia shift size and shape. The bottom pulled inward to create the base of its triangular shape, and the entire thing inflated and darkened. The inside remained neon pink, but the exposed labia turned glossy black. Sure enough, even with her huge mare clit, the canine labia projected far enough off her body to cover it completely! Now, Lin was no fool. As a hetero woman, she knew she would crave the form of a rigid dong eventually, but thanks to the ring there was nothing stopping her from getting her own. Lin was unaware that Len had a penis of her own already, because she stole her own traits after Lin had already escaped. Lin was aiming for a body that could take care of all its own needs. For this, she returned to the horse field. The term 'hung like a horse' exists for a reason. When you think of impressive dongs, horse is probably going to be the first thing in mind. She was not even sure how this would work. Because she did not want to lose her improved vulva, so she was not going to trade with the horse, she was going to steal its genitals. That made her wonder about two things though; how is it going to urinate without a penis, and how will it work on her own body, because she would then have two urethra? And both ovaries and testicles are classified as gonads, which would mean she has two sets of those too! Like the mare before it, the stallion nickered in confusion and glanced around, shuffling its rear legs. It was unable to figure out what the odd feeling was as its genitals shrank away. Because the penis was fully inside the sheath, the changes were not visible immediately. Lin immediately felt a pressure inside though. It seemed to be forming internally, which put pressure on all her insides around it and made her feel cramped. As they grew too large they were forced lower and further out. The first to be seen was two globes emerging on the surface immediately over her vulva! It was like watching two eggs float to the surface of some sort of thick goo. The skin over that seemed to form into the head of a flaccid equine penis, and then stretch out, forming the shaft after it, then medial ring, then the even thicker and veinier shaft after that. Then it seemed to collapse back into herself a moment, winding her in surprise. The collapse caused the thick skin folds to form a nest for it to sleep in- a thick sheath. The phallus then continued to slide out again and at this point the skin color started to change. The black of the canine vulva now spread to the scrotum, then to the sheath. The black progressed to the medial ring but then dappled back to pink like her regular skin tone- though slightly brighter pink. The point of her canine vulva that housed her clit basically fit in the back cleft of the horse scrotum. The skin on the ball sack was so close to her labia it was impossible to tug on one without also pulling the other. The phallus was totally flaccid, but grew out because of its formation requiring it to be extended. It then remained out however because looking at it was arousing Lin. Because of where it grew out of her, the shaft was actually unusually high up for a human. She had the balls weighing her pants down and her heavy new dong flinging back and forth with her every movement. She loved the feeling of its weight on her crotch as it swung. It made her glad this area was so low traffic- the police would probably have something to say about it if they seen a woman swinging a horse cock back and forth by a field of horses. These changes would let her pleasure herself, eliminating her need of ever having a boyfriend ever again! They were also all changes she could hide under her clothing. She bit her lip watching the horse tails swishing around though. If there is two of her... only one of her needs to be able to hide in plain sight. If Len is the one going to work, Lin could technically grab changes she cannot hide, because she wouldn't actually need to go out. If she had a horse tail, she could comb and style it, braid it or decorate it. It would be like having a second head of hair. On her butt! Before she was able to steal a horse tail though, she caught some motion out of the corner of her eye and spotted a small creature much closer to her. A skink was clinging to the underside of one of the fence posts, hiding in the shade. Lin smiled and quickly grabbed the skink by its tail, the tiny lizard flailed around and popped free- discharging its tail entirely and skittered away quickly. The tail remained thrashing in her grip for several seconds after losing its owner. Skink use their large tails as decoys for predators- it will just grow another in its place. So now Lin could steal its tail and the tiny reptile won't even know. A horse tail would be nice and pretty, but a reptile's meaty tail would be almost like having another limb to use! Lin watched the discarded tail shrink away into nothingness in her hand and a subtle tingling in her own tail bone. When she turned to look at it though, she noticed a mistake. Lin was expecting the tail to be sized up to her when it transferred, but it grew out of her at exactly the same size. It was so tiny compared to the rest of her she almost mistook it for a lil pig's tail. Unlike on the skink, the tail on Lin was covered in human skin so it was smooth. Lin glanced over at one of the cows in the field across the way and just picked one at random to start shrinking. She stole the cow's size to give specifically to the tail alone so it would match her body. When she stopped, the tail was as long as she is tall, and the cow was tiny! Lin scoot across the road and grabbed the cow through the wooden fence posts. "Awww, you're so tiny!" She picked up the cow that was slightly larger than a football, poking her tennis ball sized udder. The cow licked her nose several times as she was holding it up, because it liked the how salty her skin tasted. "Awww, you're a lil sweetheart." Afraid the Mini Moo would get accidentally trampled by its kin like that, Lin took the cow with her for now. Looking at the tiny cow up close gave her some more ideas as to what she wanted her own body to be more like too though. The mammary size of a cow, split between her own two boobs? The big, round muscular ass of a horse? Lin even rubbed her stomach while looking at the bull that was protecting the other cows, thinking about stealing some muscle mass. She held up the ring and quickly found targets for all three changes and activated it at once. Tiny black arcs of energy danced between the two crystal thorns as it went to work. Her breasts felt tight and hot quickly, causing her to gasp, and as soon as she did Lin's abs pulled inward on their own! Her pubic mound compressed, making her pillowy canine labia appear to project even further out. Her crotch started to look veiny as the skin was pulled tighter around the growing muscle within. Her abs became visible and then more and more accentuated as the divot between deepened. She spread a bit of muscle through her entire body, but most concentrated there. Abdominal muscles not only makes her abs look sick, they also help with the lower back, and strengthening the abs also gives you stronger vaginal muscle. Lin grabbed her chest and moaned at her breasts struggling to keep up with their own internal growth. The speed of expansion also caused her to grab the bottom of her shirt and flip it up on top of her breasts so they would not get trapped in the fabric. Her breasts became incredibly tight and round, and toward the base fat veins could be seen swelling large. Her nipples started to swell up too, becoming much longer and a bit fatter too, starting to look more like teats than nipples. There was a muffled squelching sound from within her breasts and suddenly they started to expand outward much faster! Their structure had been shifting before, but now it was adding the fatty filler-mass. This caused her overly tight and round breasts to become much softer, and droop into a more natural tear shape. Her areola were stretched from the expansion, making their edge tapered now rather than solid and almost as big around as a saucer. When her boobs started to slow down their growth, they stuck out far enough that she could not see her feet, and hung low enough that the bottoms shaded her stomach. She felt something off through. When she moved, her teats lagged behind the rest of the boob. And they felt almost itchy, demanding to be touched. She pressed her hands onto the top of her giant breasts and pressed in, causing the front of the breasts to fold upward so she could actually see the nipples. They looked like small pool noodles! She stole the size of a cow's udder- the teats were included. But she did not SWAP size, so the size of a cow teat was added onto her nipple size... except; a cow has four, she only has two. Each nipple was now the size of two cow teats combined, each, on top of her old nipple size! Each teat was like a foot long and as thick as the handle on a baseball bat! They still bowed forward heavily even when fully erect because they were too big to stand up! Lin did not have time to think much on that error in judgement, because the throbbing veins in her crotch spread to her inner thighs as well and the muscle fibers in her thighs coiled and swelled larger! They throbbed on their own, causing her thighs to bloat a bit larger with each involuntary flex. This also caused her butt cheeks to spread and grow larger as well. Lin gasped in surprise when her mare clit flexed as well from the arousal her changes was causing her. On a horse, the clit was able to pop out entirely and hold open the bottom part of their pussy to flag studs. With a canine vulva though, it was unable to expose itself fully over the pillowy labia, and only tugged the lower part low enough that just the inner edge of the clit was visible in the brief opening. Lin knew she was already too transformed for modesty. So she placed a hand under either side of her pants and slowly guided her pants down more as her butt expanded. When she slid the pants around her now large butt cheeks she noticed something else enlarged too. Taking the size of a horse's rump also made her anus larger, and project outward more, like a big doughnut. She was able to grab it and squish it between her fingers, cooing at the feeling as the prostate deeper in reacted. If anyone came around to spot her, she would just use the ring to steal their perception, preventing them from reacting to it. Lin had a giddy smile on her face, but could still see a few flaws she needed to tweak. The giga nipples were unexpected but not exactly a problem. As her horse dick stiffened though she started to get dizzy... she is anemic now. She stole the genitals of a horse, not the heart size to support those genitals. Her human heart was struggling with that much blood pressure. Her tail was also ice cold toward the tip because her heart can't circulate that far out! The increased weight of her tits made it almost impossible to stand upright without hunching over and resting them on the fence, and even her feet were getting sore rapidly from carrying more than they were meant to. Okay, so, maybe some goat hooves? Adorn them with fetlocks and they would be easier to stand on. Then take the heart size from multiple horses as to not screw over any single horse with a too small heart, then grab some spinal chord density from the cows. Lin picked up and plopped Mini Moo into her cleavage to carry the little cow with her tits. There was much to be done yet, but she liked how things were heading so far. ~~Revenge Len headed straight to Mike's house after work. She briefly examined her new male package hanging over her female bits on the way there. Like Lin, they formed immediately over her vagina as to not interrupt it. Only the vaginal urethra connected to the bladder, the phallic branch only connected to the testicles and prostate. While the idea of having a penis of her own slowly grew on her, there was one slightly disappointment. The man she stole it from was apparently cut- he had no foreskin. So then Len wanted to yoink a foreskin from another guy, except she would need to know what the persons penis looks like before hand to know if they even have one in the first place. And thus, she started heading to Mike's apartment. She knows he has a foreskin, and she owes him for dumping her. When he answered the door the was a bit dazed. Both by the fact that Len would visit him so suddenly after they broke up, and also that her chest was three times the size it was the last time he seen her! She giggled at his confusion, bowing and then thrusting her chest forward to shove him back with her boobs, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. She held up the dark blood ring. "Alright Mike. If you don't want me anymore, that is fine. Turns out, I have the power to get along just fine on my own! But you owe me for getting my hopes up and then leaving me out to dry!" The crystals throbbed with a dim glow and Mike felt a strange sensation in his crotch. He was so confused by her appearance and threatening words he still couldn't formulate an actual response. Unlike Mike, Len knew exactly what the feeling was that she felt on the end of her new dick. The skin growing longer and swallowing up the the glans in a protective layer. But then she thought about how it would be if it were... bigger. And so she took a bit of his size to. And then a bit more. By then Mike pulled his pants away from himself to look down at his junk, knowing there must be something wrong and he almost fainted when he seen it. Len herself grabbed his pants as soon as he let go, and yanked them down which also caused him to stumble back onto the couch! "If you won't willingly give me your dick, I will just take it for myself!" "W-wha- how?! Stop!" Len pulled her own pants down to let her growing junk flop out and waved it back and forth in front of him. It was at a half chub, so it stuck out with a lazy downward bend from its weight. "I ware it better than you anyway~" "S-stop! I'll do whatever you want." Len's smile widened more as she plopped herself into the seat beside him and motioned him over to suck her new dick! Mike was honestly more distraught over her sudden boldness, and how quickly she turned on him. Where did that ring come from, and what else did she plan to do with it? Is this really the same Len he had been dating?! He reluctantly sucked her shaft. The underside of her large breasts pat the back of his head every time to lifted up. Every so often, her shaft would throb a little bit larger, and his own a little bit smaller. What he did not notice was Len grab his cell phone off the table while he was distracted and flip quickly to his contact list. Aha! She seen the name of two women she did not know on his contact list. She was right, he did dump her because he had better women lined up! Both Len and Mike were surprised when she hit climax, because she had an orgasm from both sets of genitals at once! The parts were too closely tangled, stimulating one also worked the other. By the time he managed to finish her off however, her dick was now a foot and a half long at least, while his now looked like it belonged on a small child. More to taunt him than anything, Len stole control of his orgasms from his body and brought him to his own almost instant climax to 'reward' him for his hard work. The problem is; his balls and prostate were still the same size, she had not altered those at all. His body was trying to ejaculate the same volume of fluid through a now extremely tiny urethra! This caused each of his spurts to be small but sustained for much longer than normal, and the overall orgasm to last much longer than it should! By the time it was done, his urethra felt stretched and all the muscles in his groin felt tired and strained. She told him she would leave him with that tiny underdeveloped penis for giving her a blowjob, and left his apartment. Mike was still too stunned to really formulate any responses. Len had transferred the two female contacts from his cell phone to hers and immediately set out to track them down now. Len was playing a dangerous game, psyching herself up to deal with this woman in some sort of confrontation, mentally building the situation up to be much bigger than it ever would be. She found the woman's house and was going to knock on the door and assault her right then and there, but she would call for help all too easily. Yea, Len has a magic ring that would let her deal with most threats- if a swarm of police appeared she might still have a problem dealing with a flurry of bullets. She walked up the front stairs and then stood by the door, and called the woman's number. She could hear the phone ring inside the house, and as soon as the woman went to answer it, Len used the ring to swap positions with her phone, teleporting herself into the house! The woman had been HOLDING the phone though, so swapping positions meant Len appeared with her tit already squeezed in the woman's hand, causing them both to dart back in surprise. Not waiting for the woman to even comprehend the situation, Len announced she was here to punish her for being with Mike, calling her a harlot. The woman was unable to say anything in her defense, stumbling back and falling on her butt as a wave of dizziness came over her and her body felt unusually light. Len was stealing her size! She became larger overall, but mostly adding to the length of her legs. She went to take the woman's breasts too, not particularly thinking about it. The longer Len remained, the higher the chances of someone being alerted and the situation becoming sloppy, so she was hurrying herself too much. She took the woman's breasts as a half-thought out plan to de-womanize her, and make her unattractive to Mike. Adding another D cup worth of size to her own bust, which was already huge now is a bit much for her spine. However, she did not even do that much correct! She had worded her thoughts incorrectly- she wished to steal the woman's breasts, not her breast SIZE. She took the -entire- set of breasts! The bottom three buttons on her business jacket strained and popped one after the other with a two second delay between buttons as a D cup set of breasts grew out under her massive upper boobs! Luckily, this actually meant she could carry the mass much easier than if the mass were added to her existing pair. Now the upper set was supported from below by the new set, and it also prevented her torso from being able to bend completely over forward- so the second set actually helped hold her up! Len did not take too much of the woman's size, but combined with the missing breasts, it was enough to make none of her clothing fit. The woman's eyes were wide in fear and shock looking at the clothing draping off her. Len's outfit now looked like someone did the laundry wrong and shrank it all. She did not want to punish the woman too badly without knowing who came onto who first- Mike may have been the one to seek this woman out, not the other way around. Again though, she could not afford to snoop around to find out right now. Before the woman could put herself together enough to retaliate, Len swapped places with the phone again and then made a run for the next target. She stuck to the backstreets now, since her clothing was tremendously ill fitting. When she arrived at the next target's house is was at the far edge of a nice side of town, a small, old house sort of off on its own. When she peered inside the windows, sneaking around however, she did not at all find what she was expecting. The woman was fairly good looking but she was also noticeably older. Mike liked older women? Since when? Something about this didn't seem right. Len did not feel right about hijacking traits from an older woman. The woman looked rather content with herself and her life, Len had a terrible feeling about trying to bring her down. Then it occurred to her... maybe what Len was looking for to make herself happy wasn't a physical trait, or revenge on anyone. She activated the ring and used it to swap confidence with the woman! Len immediately felt vastly different. She completely froze up, just lost in her own thoughts for some time, leaned against the outside of the house. She needed to see Mike again, Len was sure there was a better way to resolve all this now. For now, she left back for her own apartment to meet back up with Lin, if she was not already there waiting for her. They had dug themselves into a bit of a hole misusing the ring, but Len was now confident she could fix this. It would just take a bit of work. ~~Selfcest When Len met Lin again in their apartment, it was quite a surprise. Lin stood so tall her head brushed the roof! She stood on sharp looking cloven hooves taken from a goat, but sized up to better fit her own body. She had a very long, meaty tail of a reptile but covered in human flesh. She had long flowing fetlocks over her hooves but no fur anywhere else. Her hands had large, round pads of thick skin on the ends of her digits and the base, making them like paws without altering the shape from regular human hands. Like an elaborate tattoo, half of her body was marked with black tiger stripes. "How did you steal the stripes of a tiger? There are no zoos around here..." "There was back where we grew up in Locklan? And the ring can steal traits from things that are not even animate, remember? I stole the stripes from the tiger in our childhood memories!" "You... stole from a memory? Wow..." Her thighs, butt, and abs were rock solid with massive muscles, but her butt still had human and a tiny bit of pig fat to pad it, making it round and slappable! Lin's breasts were huge, but especially her nipples were freakishly gigantic, flopping around on the ends, eager for someone to grab and yank on them. She had canine vulva with an equine clit, a pig's orgasmic length and then horse cock and balls over that. She had borrowed a bit more pig to stuff the balls till they were each almost the size of a medicine ball each, which also had the side effect of the scrotum holding them rather tightly to her groin- they are unable to droop very far at all. Her nails looked oddly layered, and pale grey in color but had pearlescent shine to them- she had stolen traits from the inside of a clam shell to permanently color them. Her neck was much thicker and longer now, having taken that from a horse as well, just to extend her hairline down into a mane and give her even more hair to work with. The hair did not have a static color anymore- it changed randomly. She had taken properties from a chameleon to color it, but rather than link its functionality to a mental trigger, it was set to her heart beat, and the actual color was just random. Every 100 beats of her heart the color changed. Lin wanted to steal rabbit ears too but actually had no memories of encountering a rabbit in person so she settled for donkey ears, minus the fur. Len laughed lightly at how exotic her clone went. "Well... I did not expect us to turn out so different, since we are the same person. But... you have to hide with that body? If anyone seen you-" "They won't see me. This body was made to be perfect for me, and me alone. We cannot be both seen outside at the same time, so assuming you are the one going out- I don't need to be publicly functional." "Ah, that makes sense." Len did her best to try to describe what she learned from stealing the confidence from the second woman on Mike's contact list, but it was no use. If it were that easy to cure her, she never would have been so broken in the first place. It would not matter soon anyway. Tomorrow, they can see Mike, return traits they no longer need and revert what they had done- collapsing both Lin and Len into one body again. Len still knew all that Lin did, but the existence of confidence completely changed the way she observed that information. She still observed her original form the same way as always, but where she used to be so displeased with it, now she was fine. She didn't need to steal anything to be happy, she just needed to believe in herself. Giving the confidence back the next day would not change that, either. The woman only lost heart temporarily. It is like removing the flame from two sticks rubbing together- if you remove one, they will just make another flame. Taking the confidence from that woman was hijacking the result- not the cause, so she would just build her confidence right back up to where it was, whether Len returned it or not. Likewise, having confidence at last present inside of herself, Len could now build her own. She could build herself up, and hold on to this feeling after ditching the emotional crutch. Lin and Len smiled at one another now though, and shoved the living room table against the opposite wall as the couch to make room. They had some pretty wild bodies now... no point in letting them go to waste, right? Lin jokingly pondered whether this counts as sex or masturbation, since they are technically the same person. Both Lin and Len were about the same height, since Lin now stood with canon bones adding to the length of her legs, and Len stood on limbs extended from Mike's first contact. Lin was the one to sit herself down on the floor with her back propped on the couch. Because of her added muscle mass- Lin weighed a lot more than Len, so Lin had to be the bottom. Len sat between Lin's spread legs, both of their dicks stood in attention so she loosely lined up their shafts and pressed them together to feel the beat of each other's heart through the fat veins. She reached forward and grabbed either of Lin's giga nipples and yanked them tentatively, making sure she did not hurt Lin unintentionally, but it felt good to manhandle them. She twisted them a bit, tugged them, and pulled them back and forth and Lin hummed in pleasure. Lin's equine and Len's human dicks both gathered a bubble of pre at their heads, joining together between the two shafts. Len shuffled further forward, pressing their dicks closer together and brushing their balls together as she thrust her chest forward. Bowing a bit before moving forward, she scooped up Lin's giant boobs in the double-cleavage of Len's four breasts! Pushing forward, the giant breasts were parted so Len's four pack could push further forward into Lin's chest. Len then dropped her arms over the outer facing edge of the giga nipples! Realizing what she was going for, Lin now sat a bit further forward and started to gently rock back and forth- causing her mutant nipples to be masturbated in Len's armpits while their six collective boobs squished into each other over and over! Len stood slightly, leaning heavily forward so her body weight was balanced through her boobs against Lin entirely- freeing her hands because she needed to do a little shuffling around to align their bits down below. Lin had a very puffy, projected pussy, but she also had gigantic balls completely eclipsing it from view. Len gently grabbed up the soft squishy skin between scrotum and sheath and pulled it up, lifting the balls enough that she could slide her own enlarged penis under the balls. She did not actually need to see the pussy to find it, just get her dick access to a path to it. The labia were so inflated and soft it felt like Len was pushing her penis up against a two quarters full water balloon filled with warm cookie dough. Since it projected so far out, it felt like she already had two inches of her cock inside Lin's vagina, before she actually entered it at all. The huge clit at the top was hard to miss too, not only was it very hard in contrast to its surroundings, it throbbed aggressively, and that was the point where all the other muscle lining clenched in toward. Because of the massive balls, Len actually could not completely bottom out in Lin, but thanks to the projecting labia, her entire cock was still swallowed in flesh one way or the other. The massive ebon horse balls rest against Len's stomach, sharing their searing heat with her on each inward thrust. Looking at them up close like this, it was easier to tell they were not perfectly round, they were more like fat bean-shape. Lin had better ideas than Len though, and did not want her own bucking shaft to go untended. When it throbbed it slapped against Lin's torso, but when it relaxed again it slapped against Len's torso! There was a stripe of precum drawn from Len's upper gut, across the underside of her tits, then onto Lin's tits, and ending on Lin's upper stomach. Lin gently grabbed Len's head and shoved her down, while sliding her down butt forward. This caused Lin to slide onto her back and Len to be almost laying on top of her. This put all four of Len's breasts across Lin's stomach, and stacking Lin's mega boobs on top of them, which shoved them high enough on her torso that they partially parted around her head, flopping over either of her shoulders for now. Lin instructed Len to part her quad tits for a moment and deliberately flexed the muscles in the base of her shaft, causing it to flick back and forth, and when it swung up Len let go of her breasts again and slapped all four of them together onto the horse cock, trapping it in the double-decker cleavage! Then she rest her body weight on them, causing the fat tit flesh to billow out sideways, closing the cleavage tighter on the cock and causing the sides of the breasts to firm up and balloon out to the sides from the weight. Then Len placed her hands on Lin's breasts, rolling them back down as far as she could and then focusing most of her weight down through her arms to hold them steady and squish them in as well. Len held the base of the giga nipples, squeezing them and flicking their long length back and forth- using their own weight and momentum to stimulate them since she could not easily change the position of her hands in this position. Unlike her own breasts, Len could see the fat veins bulging in Lin's breasts when pressing in on them like this. Because she took her mass from a cow- the milk veins were inhumanly huge. The weight distribution was hard to manage like this, and Len was struggling to thrust into Lin without rolling off of her. Balancing between six sandwiched tits was not the most stable of foundations. It would be like trying to sit on a yoga ball that is only partially inflated- you can do it, but any slight movement might topple you. Lin already had a solution for that though. Len muffled her own scream of surprised pleasure, burying her face in Lin's cleavage when Lin slid her massive tail into Len's ass. Len's pussy was still free, but her ass actually made the smarter target at the moment. Len did not enhance the size or shape of her vulva in any way, so Lin could fit much, much more tail into her ass than she can her pussy. On top of that- since she stole the genitals of a man, she has a prostate, which is still targeted through the butt. Lin's tail became the point for Len to brace against when drawing back for another thrust. Lin thrust her tail in, which shoved Len forward, which then penetrated Lin with Len's cock, and caused Lin's cock to penetrate Len's cleavage, and rocking Len's weight forward which pressed in on Lin's nipples and boobs! It is a tidal wave of pleasurable feelings across an ocean of soft fleshy bits! Unlike their dicks, Lin's tail did not pull back after thrusting forward; it just paused, and then thrust again. Because she could control it like a limb, instead of ramming into the side of her colon and hitting a dead end, it just curved and kept going! Len's entire lower body felt like it was unintentionally moving with the tail's squirming- she felt like a puppet with someone's arm shoved up her butt controlling her! Every time she expected it to bottom out, even more tail came! Lin was digging impossibly deep, and stretching her insides so far she was unable to move without the tail also moving. Lin chuckled as she even made Len burp several times uncontrollably, because all the squirming in her insides was knocking loose trapped air. Len's midriff was deformed around the shape of several coils of tail stuffed inside! Lin climaxed fit, and her mega balls fired so much up that it collided its way through three sets of cleavage and splattered like a shotgun blast into the air. Her balls were so much larger than her prostate, so the cum was abnormally dense and sticky like glue! Similarly, pig cum is very dense as well, like wax. When her muscles clenched in climax though, she unintentionally shoved her tail even harder into Len who felt her stomach gurgle from the shift! Len immediately climaxed, when fired her own cum into Lin's hybrid pussy and helped fuel her orgasm even longer! Lin and Len lay on top of each other, wobbling on a bed of tits between them for several minutes as they caught their breath. The two were so drained from sex that they just eventually slid apart, making a sticky squelching sound as their cum wet boobs popped apart and they both just passed out on the living room floor. ~~TRAITor When they woke up, the two of them took turns getting cleaned off in the shower. When Lin was showering, Len called Mike over to her apartment. She promised to explain herself properly, and wanted to hear his side of the story. She intended to give him his size and foreskin back- but had to a bit of convincing to get him to agree to come, because he simply thought it was a trap to take something more from him. Lin was taking a LOT longer in the shower than Len had. Not only did she have more beastly parts that were tougher to clean, she was also taking her time. She did not experience the same revelation about their bodies as Len had, so understandably she was less eager to revert everything. Mike arrived while Lin was still in the shower, so it was entirely on Len to explain the situation to the fearful Mike. This time she actually started from the top- the appearance of Occult and the gifting of the darkblood ring, to the unintentional creation of Lin. While they waited for Lin to be done, Len restored Mike's bits. Unfortunately restoring everything was going to take some time, she basically had to repeat all of yesterday in reverse. If only she had thought of stealing from memories like Lin eventually discovered- then undoing them would be literally as easy as remembering them. Len let Mike see her cell phone contact list. "So... who were the women on your contacts? They were never lovers, were they?" "WHAT?! Of course not! The first woman is my therapist! You didn't talk to the other woman did you?! Even I have never had the balls to talk to her. That is my birth mother. You know, because I was adopted. I was allowed to get her contact information but I never had the courage to actually contact her yet." Lin did not even get dressed when she left the shower! She just trot into the living room nude! Len raised an eyebrow. "Uh, well, lets get ready Lin. Today we need to un-jumble these forms and get back to the basics. I can't wait till we are one person again. I hate knowing there is a version of myself still stuck without faith in herself, suffering. Lets get fixed quickly, ya? I don't want you to spend a moment more suffering than you need to." Lin huffed a moment, crossing her arms. "Easier said for you. We have the power to take anything and make it our own. We could become the most powerful being in the world! And you just want to throw that away?" "W-well... we don't need it to be happy. I know that is hard for you to believe right now." "Just let me fuck around more, would you?" "Hrm... I don't know. I... guess for a little while? If you only steal traits from your memories they will be easy to put back. I am getting rid of mine right now. I am heading to work, I will try and track down that guy from yesterday, I hope I can find him again. He must work there, I just don't know if he came back into work today after his genitals magically vanished from existence. Then the secretary will be easy to find. The missing mailman we have to do last- since returning him means merging us back into one." Mike was going to head out along with her but Lin stopped him, offering him to stay with her exotic form for some 'fun'. Mike was not up for sex, but did not want to upset her, so he agreed to stick around with her. Lin was still the unstable version of Len after all- with the same mindset that stole his dick in the first place. He was a bit unsettled by her deep, sinister sounding chuckle as her mind ran wild with all the traits she could have- and from those very thoughts she stole them! Her tail expanded massively in girth, while remaining the same length. It became thick and meaty but then started to bulge in specific areas, forming four bulges. She grit her teeth a moment before the skin pulled too tight and the four divots between the bulges tore- and her tail split into four parts! The inner facing side was a brighter neon colored skin- and each section lined with two rows of suction cups! Her one tail turned into four octopus arms! Her large puffy equine anus re-positioned itself to where the four arms met at the base! Lin arched her back and her spine started to crack and pop, echoing through her torso. Her back got longer very quickly, causing her to slump forward and have to catch herself on her padded hands because such a long narrow back could not support itself. The skin of her extending midriff however stretched out as two by two; new sets of ribs grew in! And then another full set below that! Mike backed up to the opposite wall as she shuffled several times to accommodate her lengthening body! She now had three full rib cages! There was a brief depression between each that allowed her flexibility, but having the additional ribs also allowed her to stand up straight easier. Still not easy enough to hold that position for very long. A loud pop could be heard as sheets of bone grew from her spine and popped free, forming shoulder blades as two new sets of identical arms started to grow in to match her existing partially paw pair. When they originally formed they looked like chubby noodles of flesh, then little baby arms, then scrawny adult arms, before finally filling out properly. Lin chuckled again, letting her tongue lull out of her mouth as it grew much longer and throbbed as it turned dark red, then violet, and then stopping at indigo. She bat her eyelashes at the confused Mike as she stole the traits of her tongue and long lashes from a giraffe. She had never even seen a giraffe in person- Lin stole the traits from a television program. So the traits are from a memory of a broadcast of an animal! She groaned, and her voice became a bit gravely and was shadowed with a slight hiss as her face started to pull out and distort. Her face was pushing out while her nose regressed, giving her a muzzle that was shaped like a boxy triangle. It was hard for Mike to tell what that was from, since she still had huge elven ears from a donkey and her half-human half-horse mane, but the head shape was that of a snake. Also from a snake- her neck started to get longer and her already huge tongue became forked at the end. Lin moaned even louder as her neck bulged obscenely, then the veins throbbed desperately a moment before her neck split in the middle! Her head started to deform and a moment later the divide ran all the way up and split her head into two! She had two identical long necks and heads! Only the original head had active thought however- the other had a more simple brain that just relayed signals the first brain gave it- and processed instinct and reflex reactions. She started to change all over- so much change happening at once that he could HEAR the growth. Her skin and muscle making subtle squelching sounds as they bloated and squirmed, her bones creaking and popping in and out of sockets as their position and size changes. Now with six arms and six chests- four new breasts were growing in to clone the original two and finish the replication- this also meant her freak nipples were getting copied. Her thighs became so obscenely massive that her hooves were comically tiny in comparison- even the lower half of her body was also getting too heavy to hold up with the tiny little trotters. Her ass became far, far too large for her poor hip to take and in a surge she made her hips massive to house it. Her balls gurgled and additional curves started to bubble off their surface as more balls started to grow from the existing ones! Bulges formed in her crotch as the heads of additional penis started to emerge! Ken was out for his morning jog as usual, waving to people he knew that he ran past before suddenly face planting into the ground! He was startled right off his feet when his crotch suddenly became barren! One of the horses she was eyeing up the other day slipped off the mare he was mounting and fell back onto his ass when suddenly his dick was disconnected from between them! Several other stallions around him neighed in distress as their own crotches felt lighter! One by one, all the men Len had ever known started to drop like flies, grabbing in confused fear at their diminishing loins! Then, the girl friends she had began to fall too. Ones who forgot about her, abandoned her when they moved away, betrayed her, or just stopped having the time to be with her. They would all fall! The men were stripped of their manhoods, the women were robbed of their breasts. Lin's lower set of boobs bloated so quickly you could hear the fat gurgle from rapid expansion, like bubbles in a water cooler. They became the size of beanbag chairs, far too large to lift! They however helped prop up her power body better by resting on the ground. The set above that swelled to half their size, hanging as titanic ornaments. The ones above that on her original chest did not change size. Her upper chest however did expand forward, making her rib cage barrel shaped as she stole the structure from a bull. Her collar bone became like a four-leaf clover shape as her necks swelled and split up to the head again, leaving her with four serpent heads now, all still with the long mane of hair and hairless ears of an ass! The massive collection of cocks growing from her now very wide crotch still had to the fight for room, and all bounced off one another constantly, because any movement from one caused it to collide into the surrounding dicks and make them pulse! They were not quite human nor horse- she spread the traits equally among them so they were all halfway between. They grew to her titanic anchored tits and then were forced to bunch up around it, some squeezing into the cleavage and others trying to go around the outside. Lin then looked to Mike with a grin on all four heads. "Len forgave you... but not me, little man." Mike immediately bolted for the door, already considering it even before she announced she was going to prey on him again. He fell to the floor when his clothing tripped him up! He was shrinking, she was stealing size from him! Looking down the clothing hanging off him he could see his genitals once again shrinking, even faster than the rest of him. He also noticed his body hair regressing though. Pushing himself up off the floor, he noticed his fingernails were soft and their edge now blurred into his skin! What on earth?! He tried to think of something he could say to make her stop but could not remember anything about her really to use in this situation. Then he realized he also did not remember his own name. She was stealing his memory! And his genitals, and size... features? Oh no, she was taking EVERYTHING. Doing the opposite she had with the mailman- Lin is stealing all of Mike's traits EXCEPT his existence. He was rapidly losing everything that made him... him. His face became softer, then started to lose definition. It started to look creepy, resembling an emotionless mask more than an actual face. Then his eyes and hair lost color, then his skin lost color. Then he lost his eyes and nose entirely. His nails vanished, his pours closed up, his digits became plump and tube like, the joints no longer had any definition against the rest, and then there were no joints at all. Nub digits on the end of his arms, then just tube-like arms, then just bubbles of flesh where arms and legs should be. His torso lost definition looking like a cylinder, and then even more till it looked like a bean, and then even more making it look like a flesh pillow. Then even his head was just a fifth bump on his torso with an oblong hole for a mouth, and still she regressed more of him till all that was left is a wobbly sphere of flesh! He had been completely nullified! ~~A Len Divided Len returned home, restored to her normal body again and rather pleased with herself, but her heart still practically jumped into her throat when she heard the shattering of glass just outside her apartment complex! A massively bloated arm wobbled out of the wall of the building, and then a gigantic torso adorned with a huge boob! She was able to recognize it as Lin's breast, even though at this point even its mega nipple had mutated further! The skin became denser, no longer porous like it is supposed to be on a nipple, and the end ballooned into a mushroom shape! Her giant nipples had turned into huge, thick cocks! But she had grown several more breasts in odd places and positions, in various sizes across her overly long torso. Her body was tremendously malformed and barely able to move at all as she became so big that she destroyed the building around her! Lin collapsed the floor of her apartment with her body weight, then grew the height of both apartments and fell back through the wall, and was still growing! Adorning her obscene, barely functioning body was a bouquet of snake necks and heads, though the necks were thick and veiny and still striped with a mane thanks to horse traits. In one of her hands she held a soft ball of skin that used to be Mike, in her other hand, a tiny cow. She barely was able to catch herself as she tumbled to the street. One of her heads spotted Len standing awestruck outside the building and they all turned to her. "Oh, glad you're back. I was almost starting to run out of ideas." "What the actual fuck. Property damage isn't a trait we can undo!" "What a shame. Good thing no one cares anyway." "Uh... pretty sure a lot of people will, actually." Lin held up a malformed hand adorned with her copy of the ring. "Then I will just have to take their cares away. And if anyone dare stand before me, I will reduce them to an aspect-less ball!" "What is wrong with you Lin?! You were a copy of me... how... ?" Occult appeared again in the physical form of a bunny by Len's feet. "Okay, well I gave you some time to sort things out a bit better, so how are thi- the fucking hell is that?!" He looked at Lin lurching the rest of her deformed body out of the crumbling structure. "Okay, so apparently murder was the high point of this little adventure." Lin did not care how utterly devoid of functionality her body became, she wanted more pleasure. Her groin already a forest of cock started getting still more new sprouts, causing the others to shuffle and spread even further apart to make room. Her lower body bloated and rang with uninterruptible pleasure as she grew several more prostates, fed by the size of many, many more. Her lower body was balanced on a giant lumpy scrotum filled with around a hundred differently sized balls, then the lower body itself was a squishy collection of large bumps that were the collection of mutant prostates and an overly complex network of vaginal passages squeezed between. Her long torso was propped upright only by the tower of a hundred or so breasts, without enough room between to allow her to bend over. Occult looked back at the shock on Len's face and laughed. "Talk about a dysfunctional personality. And the only difference between that blob of flesh, and you? You stupidly told her what she was, immediately." "W-what?" "You told Lin she is the copy. You are the original. Which means 'fixing' everything involves you re-absorbing her as part of yourself. The removal of her existence as an independent being. THIS, is how you react to your own impending deletion. Here is a real shocker- she doesn't want you to remove her from existence. But you should have been able to figure that out on your own- she is YOU after all." Len grit her teeth and clenched her fist, the twin crystals of her ring exchanging energy. "That is enough of this! You don't need a separate body from me, you are me!" But the rules of physics dictate that no two things can exist in the same place, at the same time. No two things can ever be the same. Lin stopped being exactly the same as Len the moment they divided- two divergent paths the same person could have taken. One reached salvation, the other further damnation. Lin smiled, with her crooked grin, and not an ounce of fear to be found for someone trying to avoid destruction. Len used her ring to see where traits originated from, out of Lin's memory and then started to return them. And at the exact same time, Lin recalled those memories and pulled the traits right back out. They both have the darkblood ring- they negate each other! Len paused a moment, how was she supposed to outsmart... herself? She had faith in herself, Lin didn't. Or at least, she didn't the last time she was Len. That is why she did not try to assault Len behind her back with the ring- she had no confidence in that plan working. Her current plan worked well enough, but it worked because it is reactive- she is countering Len, not actively going out and doing something herself. Her survival plan revolved entirely around other people coming after her. It was thinking of their difference in confidence that Len realized how to stop Lin! Their minds! If Len steals the aspects of Lin's mind, she cannot think to counter. Taking the giant body apart and restoring everything will still take a considerable amount of time, but the important thing will be that Lin will no longer be able to stop Len without a mind. Len lifted her ring to Lin and activated it again, stealing some random memories to help her disable the body later. As soon as Lin attempted to react against her, she stole that thought too. She siphoned all of Lin's divergent memories and thoughts away to completely disable her. Lin dropped Mini Moo and the null Mike as her thoughts completely lapsed a moment. Len smiled at a job well done, then broke out into a manic laughter. Occult sighed. "Mortals really are pretty stupid sometimes." Len scoffed at the confused and dazed Lin. "Thanks for transferring me to this perfectly functional body, me. Enjoy that perverse blob I created for you, dumbass." Now Lin has taken over the true Len's physical body. What is left of the mind in Lin's body is now Len- but Len BEFORE the divergence! Len has no knowledge of anything that happened after the elevator! Lin taunted her, telling her that she was the one who devolved Mike into a null and in a panic Len started to revert him quickly- since it was now inside of her own body where the stolen traits were stored. Lin used the distraction to scoot over and recover her Mini Moo however, and then just as Len finished restoring Mike; Lin grabbed her hand, yanking the ring off! Lin turned and smashed the two crystal thorns against the remnant of a wall and ground it against the brick, destroying Len's darkblood ring so she had no power at all! She was trapped in a deformed body that couldn't even move... or stop leaking pre. The naked Mike was still dazed, but still picked up on the situation faster than Len could, because of an utter lack of confidence once again. Though he was naked still, he darted to Lin before she could walk away and grabbed her hand to stop her. "Wait, please, isn't there anything we can do that will make you... forgive us? Turn her back into something that at least resembles human again?" Lin yanked her hand out of his grip and kicked him to the ground. "Pff, I already de-manned you twice. You aren't even worth the effort to punish a third time. Be grateful I let you live." Lin stormed off, carrying Mini Moo in hand. Only now did Mike notice the growing crowd of confused people gathered to see the destruction, wondering what the strange giant monster is, but all of them having had their reactionary ability stolen away by Lin to prevent them from interfering during that whole scene. Mike ran to the remains of the darkblood ring, but the crystal thorns were completely shattered, and once broken they lost their power and the shards turned to dust. Len had no power at all, it all belonged to Lin. Mike smiled weakly at Len, patting one of her many heads, not knowing which was the primary head since they all look the same. "Don't worry... I know this looks really bad now, but we will figure something out. Believe it or not, you solved your own problem before. You became confident, and you were really happy and content for a bit. Things got complicated, but you already did it once, we can do it again." "R-really...?" "Yea. I am going to borrow some clothes from what is left of your apartment though, okay? I am too far to run naked back to my place, and you cannot go anywhere like this. I am the only one who can try to chase down Lin...." ~~Inner Demon Lin grinned to herself as she walked down the street. People shout at her for walking around naked, and she took their voices. When the authorities were called, she took their will and used it to temper her own resolve. She wandered into the middle of an intersection, halting traffic real fast. Lin started to float gently off the ground, her hair drifting behind her as if floating in unseen liquid. The teeth in her sinister grin started to sharpen as her iris converted to a glowing orange, like super heated metal. "If I can steal traits from anything... what is stopping me from taking them from my own imagination?" Her clothes ignited in flame and quickly burned off her, turning into a halo of ash over her head. A ridge of skin down the middle of the backs of her arms, legs, and torso quickly darkened to black and hardened. The hard flesh started to lift off and break into sharp diamond shaped scales, and then the darkness started to spread from there, shielding her normal flesh. Her spine started to lengthen, gaining a bit of length in the neck, the torso, but a lot of length into a quickly developing tail! The tail did not grow much meat on it, it was bony in appearance and while it got very long it never thickened except for a bulb at the very end, forming a spade tip! Her labia, nipples, and lips darkened to deep red, bruise purple, and finally to glossy black. She plopped Mini Moo on her head, its front hooves hanging onto her forehead, and its rear legs just drooping off the back of her head. The bones in her limbs creaked with growth and gained in length, becoming slightly bony. The shape of Lin's feet started to change radically- starting with the sole lengthening as if to convert her to an ungulate but her toes did not devolve. The sole of her feet fused into a canon bone, but her toes all remained individual and actually got longer, becoming like fingers! Her nails on both hand and foot thickened and became longer and sharper, their color turning to a glittering gold. All color quickly drained from Lin's hair, turning white though it still looked healthy otherwise. Her hair grew longer, and as she twirled around in the air with her arms out, the lengthening hair formed a loose spiral around her body, no longer entirely obeying gravity. Her pupils shifted erratically, finally settling on the unnatural shape of a five pointed star. Her ears grew long and narrow. Lin let out a long groan and winced slightly before the blackening skin on her head started to rapidly gather, the forming scales fusing together as two horns erupted from either side of her head, nearly taking up the entire side of her skull each with how thick they were at the base! Each horn grew in a huge arch, bending back out slightly at the tips, and were at least two and a half feet long and heavily ribbed with jagged edges! She cried out and another set of horns erupted out from under her skin with normal bone behind those horns! The more normal looking horns were only half the size of the first, and the bone turned to the color of gold as the air touched them. Her hardening skin formed into yet another pair behind that, from her upper neck, but this set was little more than very broad spikes. The hardened black scales did not cover the insides of her arms, legs, the very front of her torso including her breasts, and her face. In these places her skin lost their natural rosen hue but did not turn black either- becoming pale grey. Hard formations squirmed into existence in her back side, followed by the rapid bloat of new muscle and then sudden the skin on her back appeared to bulge and tear free from her body! A huge pair of bat-like wings lifted off her and continued to rapidly grow till each wing was larger than the entire rest of her body! The membrane of the wings were pale grey, the rest was encased in her sharp black scales. Her very long but narrow tail lashed around herself like a whip, threatening everyone below her on the street. Traffic halted and people gathered into the area to watch the sight of Lin transforming. Police were there, but on standby as every officer who attempted to act before them was stripped of their will to do anything; slumping to the ground like corpses. "At least you were not hard to track." Lin cocked an eyebrow and turned in the air, scanning the crowds for the source of Mike's voice. When she spoke now, it was with dozens of voices at once, from having stolen so many. "You must really want me to nullify you again, huh? Does it feel... right? Maybe you were always meant to be nothing." Mike did not seem to be afraid of her Daeva form unlike all the people around them. "You really are good at making things hard for me. I love you, you know?" She furrowed her brows. "What?" "I love you, you dummy. That is why I had to let you go... that is why I need a therapist! Although after what you did to her, I think my therapist needs a therapist now. I love you and it hurt to hear you always putting yourself down. I tried to help you, but it wasn't something I could do with my own power. So I either had to let you go, or be destroyed, caught in your own downward spiral. I held on for as long as I could bare it, my therapist had been telling me to bail for ages by then." "You still abandoned me! If you hate the way I act you should have never gotten my hopes up dating me in the first place!" Daeva Lin took an aggressive stance as she started drifting toward him, the halo of ash over her followed along. Mike shrugged, holding up his hand, and the darkblood ring on it. "Maybe I still can't fix us, but I can make you take the poison you dumped on yourself over by the complex!" Lin's eyes widened in surprise as she lurched at the feeling of her body starting to rapidly deform and bloat! She thought she destroyed both crystal thorns?! Only one was broken! His ring was missing the trait stealing thorn- it still had the trait repulsion thorn! He was using it to transfer traits from the abomination Len at the complex and dump them in Lin again! Lin held out her own ring to just reject them again. "S-SON OF A BITCH!!" She only just now noticed the repulsion thorn missing from her ring! She remembered back to when she left the complex to come here, Mike grabbed her hand to stop her and talk to her a moment, pretending to beg her to stop! The crystal thorn in his ring was stolen from hers! Lin can take traits, but she cannot get rid of them! Mike was not transferring traits one at a time, he was just dumping them into her body, causing it to bloat too fast for her to do anything about it, and deform even worse and less functionally than her previous abomination form! As soon as she was too heavy for her flotation power to hold up, Mike dashed over to her squirming body and slipped her ring off. Mike tossed both rings to the ground and stomped on them! The high pitched sound of the crystal shattering could be seemingly heard for miles around and time seemed to stand still for a moment. Len's body back at the complex turned to pure energy and burst apart entirely, dissipating into the air! Lin's mind was suddenly invaded and overridden as her own body turned to energy and seemed to seethe up and off from Len's normal body under it all. The two of them were once again a single person. The end result was the saved Len, but with the memories of both Len and Lin. Before she could apologize for all the trouble she called, Mike grabbed her wrist and ran for it. Without the power of the rings, everyone else in the area was going to figure out they no longer needed to be afraid soon enough; and he did not want to stick around long enough for people to identify their faces properly. All traits were restored to their original owners now that the rings were destroyed. Mini Moo was restored to a normal sized cow, as confused as ever, standing on the sidewalk in the middle of the city wondering what funky type of grass it had to have eaten for all this to have happened. Later that day, Len could not go back to her place- the complex was closed off and under investigation now. Restoring everyone's traits back to where they belong did not magically undo the property damage caused along the way, so the building was an absolute wreck. Len went back to Mike's place; he was planning to let her just live with him till her place got fixed, or she found another apartment at least. They sat on the edge of the roof of the apartment building, watching a metallic orange looking sun slowly sink behind the horizon- the silhouette of city buildings in front of it as the neon lights of the city's night life started to click on. Len sighed with a soft smile on her lips. "Damn... when did the world get so beautiful, Mike?" Mike put an arm over her shoulder and kissed her. "Since you opened those beautiful eyes in it."

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Title: A Will and a Way by poiupoiu Tags: Cock And Balls Torture, Dolphin, Ejaculation, M/F, Orca More depravity! Warning: if you're not into ballbusting, you probably won't like this chapter, or this series for that matter. Don't let me stop you, though -- if you want to, read on :P --- So my story about Deke wasn't enough to scare you off, huh? Strange people, you are. Not that I mind, of course -- I'm happy to talk about a subject like this all day. Anyway, where was I...oh right, after the "accident". Lemme tell you, as far as accidents go that was probably the best one I ever made. Sure, I'd basically ruined my boytoy, and I was a little disappointed about that, but the knowledge I'd gained...it was pretty stimulating, to say the least. I spent pretty much the entire day after it happened locked in my room, frigging myself silly, imagining those big balls of his flattened between my toes. Then that night my mother and I had a nice long talk about the first guy she'd ever popped -- apparently some drunken turtle guy came home with her after a frat party, expecting to get lucky, and ended up going home with less than he bargained for. It was more good bonding time. Of course, once my initial horniness from the experience started to wear off, I had to start looking for someone to replace Deke -- someone new to bust. Otherwise, until I found a new boyfriend I'd have to get my kicks elsewhere. As a result, the month or so after Deke and I broke up was pretty rough on the local male population. I'd gotten quite used to having a pair of nuts to bust whenever I wanted, and that wasn't about to change just because he was gone. Instead I took it out on just about anyone with testicles. I sent more than few people home with bruised balls, I'm sure. It was fun to be back on the market for a while. I was a little worried, though -- a girl can only bust so many people in one village before the word gets out, and sure enough, within a couple of weeks I had started to build up a reputation. I caught at least a few boys my age purposefully shying away from me, and even the ones still willing to talk to me got a lot more careful: keeping some distance, standing at an angle, making sure that if I *did* hit them it wasn't likely to crush anything. One guy got so worried he started wearing a cup -- which I only discovered by slamming my knee up into his groin. (Of course, he hadn't put it on correctly, so I still managed to drop him to his knees...) The pickings got slimmer by the day. Once in a while I'd manage to rope a guy in for a night of sex, then spend the evening making him squeal, but it got progressively more difficult to hook people as my reputation spread. Apparently even the promise of a nubile young orca gal wasn't enough to convince a male to put his nuts on the line. I mean, I still managed to get in plenty of kicks and knees walking around town, but I started to worry that I'd never find another male like Deke, someone to play with for hours on end. Until I met Will, that is. I was down on the docks picking up some fish for dinner one night when I first ran into him. He was this skinny little dolphin kid around my age, a bottlenose, just lounging around and wasting time. That wasn't so unusual -- there were plenty of people who hung around the dock -- but what caught my eye was what he was wearing. I guess he must have been jogging earlier or something, because he was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of running shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination. My gaze was immediately drawn to the two sizable bulges that were his testicles, parked beneath an equally-impressive bulge that could only be his cock. He certainly wasn't shy about his equipment -- and why would he be, with tackle like that? I licked my lips. Of course, being the girl I am, I had an appreciation for a fine pair of balls, and I couldn't very well leave without giving 'em a quick feel...or a kick. He was by himself, fortunately, so I snuck up behind him as quietly as I could and tapped him on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me?" I asked, putting on my most innocent look. "Yeah?" He turned to face me, legs wide open...perfect. Before he had a chance to do anything else, I slammed my knee up into his crotch, pulverizing that tight package. It was a great hit -- he was completely unprepared, and I got him just right, hitting so hard that I lifted him into the air. I felt the twin orbs flatten against my thigh and gave myself a mental pat on the back -- he'd be hurting for a *while* from that kind of a knee. He let out a startled "oomph" at the blow, his body tensing, and his eyes went sorta unfocused...pretty typical stuff for a guy who's just been racked. I waited until he locked eyes with me, then pulled my knee back in order to let him fall, waiting for him to crumple onto his knees. But he didn't. At first I was confused -- maybe I hadn't hit him as hard as I thought? -- but when I looked down, his legs were quivering, barely supporting his weight. I'd definitely busted him good, but somehow he was staying upright. He wasn't even hunched over! Any guy in his right mind would be holding his balls, at least trying to protect himself, but he was just standing there like I hadn't even hit him. I could still see those two lumps in his shorts -- rearranged a bit by my knee, but otherwise as plump and healthy-looking as ever. Finally the dolphin seemed to gather his thoughts, a pained but amused look spreading across his face. "Is that all you got?" he asked, grinning. I was too stunned for a response, so I just did the first thing that came to mind: I hauled off and kicked him in the dolphinmakers, as hard as I could. I was in bare feet, and all he had on were those tight-fitting shorts, so I could *feel* his nuts as I made contact. I knew I'd caught 'em both, slamming them up into the pelvis, following all the way through with my kick to make sure his eggs were nice and scrambled. It was a textbook ballbust, the kind my mother would be proud of, and the look on his face said the same thing -- score one for Kayla. I held my foot there for another moment, juggling his balls with my toes before pulling back to let him drop to the ground. I watched him struggle with himself for a moment. His eyes were bugged out just a bit as his body tried to process the pain coming from his groin, the flood of signals racing up his spine. He started to bend over, knees buckling -- then stopped and began straightening again, slowly but surely. From the way his body shook, he was obviously in agony, but somehow he managed to hold it together, his legs still spread. *Well.* I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impressed -- I hadn't met the male yet who could stay standing after a kick like that. And he still wasn't even covering himself! His fins twitched, obviously eager to cover the twin orbs between his legs before I could crush 'em again, but he managed to keep them to his sides, leaving his hefty nuts open to whatever torture I had next. Almost like he *wanted* me to kick 'em again. The idea was tempting. "*Mmmgh.*" He gasped, still grinning despite the obvious pain. "C-Come on, you can do better than that." I had to laugh. He had guts, if maybe not brains, and I liked that. "Are you *looking* to get your balls popped?" "Depends," he grunted, still fighting to maintain his balance. He gave me the best sly look he could, given the circumstances. "Will you be doing the popping?" Y'know, it's strange -- I got compliments from guys all the time, on things like my looks or my personality, but they rarely affected as much as his little remark did. I felt a blush rising to my cheeks, which was only aided by the sight of the bow-legged dolphin boy in front of me. Damnit, he was so *cute* trying not to buckle over! I couldn't take it. Without another word I turned away, preparing to leave -- but not before flicking my tail up sharply between his legs, my flukes striking his ballsac with an audible *smack*. That, apparently, was enough: the male lost all pretense of composure and toppled to his knees, fins moving to cup his battered groin. "Oh *fuck*," he groaned, curling up on the ground. I smiled to myself and left. That was our first encounter, and it was enough to keep me thinking about him almost non-stop for the next week. I went back to the dock a few times, hoping to bump into him again, but he was never there, so I had to content myself with the memory...which was more than enough to fuel a few late-night masturbation sessions. After a few days I started to fear that maybe I wouldn't see him again, but then one sunny afternoon we ran into each other in the center of town. I was out with some girlfriends to take advantage of the weather, and when I looked up, there he was, sitting on a bench and reading a magazine. I managed to excuse myself from the group and walked over to join him, scoping him out before he had a chance to notice me. I noted the crotch of his rather baggy shorts with some disappointment -- it was impossible to make anything out, even though I knew what lay just underneath. I didn't have much time to be disappointed, though, as just then he looked up, glancing around for a moment before catching my eye. I'm sure he recognized me right away, but for whatever reason he chose not to say anything about our last encounter. Instead he just waved me over, gesturing to the empty seat beside him. He set his magazine aside as I took a seat. "I'm think I may have seen you around here before," he started, smiling. He held out a fin. "I'm Will. Nice to meet you." "Uh...Kayla," I replied, grabbing and shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you too." That was how it all started -- we got to talking, and talking led to flirting, and we ended up hitting it off surprisingly well. I have interests outside of ballbusting, of course -- writing, gymnastics, swimming -- and as it turned out, we happened to like a lot of the same things. It was wonderful just hanging out and getting to know each other, swapping stories and experiences. We even got into a pretty long discussion about Eel Gaiman's latest book. Still, it was hard to focus with him sitting like he was, his legs spread, practically inviting another nutcracking. Every couple minutes I would steal a glance at the crotch of his shorts, imagining those plump spuds of his beneath my foot, or between my teeth, or squashed slowly by my fingers... Eventually I realized that I had been sitting there for quite a while -- long enough that my friends had given up on waiting for me and left. In fact, judging from the grumbling of my stomach, it was about time to head home for some of my mother's cooking -- that or get grounded for breaking curfew. "Listen," I said, "it's been fantastic talking to you, but I've gotta go -- we should hang out again sometime soon." "Of course, I'd love to!" He grinned. "Same time tomorrow?" "Sure! That sounds great." I smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, then." With that I climbed to my feet, preparing to leave, but as I turned to walk away I caught a glint in his eye that I hadn't seen before -- the same amused glint that I'd seen when we'd first met. I paused, looking back at him one more time. He looked straight back at me, still grinning. "Seriously?" he asked. I blinked. "Sorry?" He chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "It's just...you haven't tried to bust me once this entire conversation. I assumed you'd be all over me given the chance -- is something wrong?" I couldn't help but laugh. It was so forward, after we'd both spent the entire afternoon tiptoeing around the topic -- but it was just what I'd been waiting to hear. "You mean you didn't get enough the first time?" I teased, looking down at his crotch. "I assumed the boys'd still be swollen about now. Besides, it seemed to me like a couple kicks were *more* than enough." "Oh, I don't know that I could ever get enough of those legs of yours," he replied smoothly, eyes drifting downwards. "Wanna show me what else you got?" I didn't need a second invitation. I took a step towards the dolphin, leaning in to whisper in his ear and placing a knee on the bench for support. Of course, I made sure to plant that knee in a very specific place, finding his balls in those baggy shorts and shifting my weight forward until they began to pancake outwards beneath me. I could feel the twin globes squirm, trying to escape the pressure, and -- oh god, I hadn't squashed a pair of nuts this good since me and Deke were still together. I could imagine his dolphinmakers distorting under my weight, those spunk-heavy nuggets flattening until they were ready to burst. "How's this?" I asked, pressing down to accentuate. He took a moment to respond, the look of pained shock on his face gradually turning into a pained smile. "G-good," he stuttered, glancing up at me. "Oh...oh *god*, you really know your way around a pair of nuts. *Ohhh.*" "Why thank you," I replied, smiling sweetly. The dolphin let out another "oof" as I bounced in his lap, grinding his balls against the wood of the bench. It was only then that I noticed something poking insistently against my thigh, something thick and...throbbing. I'm not sure how I had missed the massive tent in his pants before, but it was more than obvious now, rubbing up eagerly against my leg. I wasn't sure if he was hard because of all the flirting we'd been doing, or if it was actually because I was kneeling on his nuts, but either way, he certainly wasn't getting any softer. I figured an erection was invitation enough. Without a word, I reached down, wrapped my fingers around the straining bulge in his pants, and gave it a few quick strokes. The dolphin tensed and, to my surprise, exploded, his cock leaping in my grip and firing thick shots of spunk into his shorts. I could feel his member twitch as he blew his load, the cum forming a huge wet spot on the front of his pants. Will bent forwards with a quiet gasp, burying his face in my chest as his body shook and surrendered its spunk. I let him stay that way for a few more seconds, moaning out his pain and pleasure as he came down from his peak. It wasn't the smoothest thing in the world, to be sure, but it was flattering in a way. I watched him twitch for a few moments longer, resisting the urge to slip a hand beneath my own waistband. God knows I was wet enough, but that could wait. First things first. "Tomorrow, yes?" I asked, looking him straight in the eyes. Will forced his gaze upwards to meet mine. "It's a date," he panted. I leant back, taking my weight off his groin, and immediately he curled up, nursing his flattened spuds. I smiled, bending to give him a quick peck on the forehead before I turned and walked away, mind full of ideas for tomorrow.

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Title: Meena - Saga of Tumultuous Sex Ch. 03 Tags: indian, slut Life is not always favorable to you – even if you happen to possess all the pluses to be successful, for a woman, pluses are like beauty, wily, cleverness, sensuality, ability to use the body for effective output and above all manipulation. Woman is the best example of manipulative behavior, in the role of a mother she can break the son and daughter in law, in the role of a sister she can screw up the brother's life and so on and so forth. Meena was in the same league – going against the boss did not last long, at some time Raaj had to fall in line and spilled the beans – resulting in the beauty losing her job instantly both at home and in the office. Her husband made her life even more miserable by asking her to fend for the mounting debts which had risen to more than 75,000 Indian rupees. She left the jobs with no remorse and did not realize that beauty and sensuality will not alone get her the daily bread. Soon – she was on the roads – and it was a matter of time that she called up Prakash – her ex boss one day – from a new # - "Sir –Meena here. How are you?" "Meena – who is this – do not know anyone by this name?" Prakash was playing her game back on her. "Sirrrrrrr- this is Meena, need your help desperately, please help" she pleaded. "You were a daughter to me and would have helped in the past but now do not think that holds water. Sorry cannot help" and he disconnected. The mobile rang once again – he could see the # - did not take the call. He wanted to torment her, he had made up his mind – after all Raaj had confided with him of all the escapades and Prakash still had lot of energy there in the rod between his legs. Back home – his wife was least cooperative and he needed someone who could be trusted to give in to him without fear of society or health – he knew Meena to be a clean woman and fucking her would be safe and this was going to be his chance. He had been toying with the idea of snaring his wife's friend Shanti who was in Tiruppur but that chance was fading away – on a recent get together trip which all of them undertook along with his wife's sister and family – the relationship went sour with Shanti when his wife suspected the two to be getting cozy with each other more than what was necessary leaving a lot to be done and though Shanti and Prakash claimed to be in a platonic relationship, this did not yield any ground with the wife and finally Prakash gave her his piece of mid that he did not care for Shanti and did not matter who she was and is – though heart of hearts – the man cherished a wish that one day will arrive when he will get a chance to sink his prick in the beautiful sensual still so charming 47 year old Shanti. He knew he will do it one day. She was 2 years older to him but that did not matter – what mattered was her appearance –she could easily pass off as a 30+ woman – extremely beautiful and slim. Small boobs petite and pretty good height – and nice legs – which would be wonderful to wrap around the torso when Prakash would be plunging his nice tool between her ass cheeks, he had been dreaming day and night for a chance to fuck her – only time was to come when Shanti would be his SLUT and he was sure that destiny will make it happen. Now back to Meena – she gave up after couple of calls and was sorry to have called him, she felt cheated and sick that she did all that – after all he may not be interested in her- he may not yield, intention was the same – make him sleep with her and get him to part with tons of money, poor one had no clue that the lecher was also planning the same. One day just before she was to take her bath, Meena received a call – 'Wow – it is Sir...' she exclaimed. "Yes Sir...how did you remember me' she jumped up and down in the phone. 'Uhmmmmmm- well just thought it over and decided to call you, but remember your Madam is not aware of this, and you should not tell her. What is the issue – why did you call me?" Prakash was fondling his dick over the pant and already planning the rupture of her ass soon and sooner. "I am broke sir, my husband who is a good for nothing fellow is not doing anything. All the people from whom we have taken money are lining up day and night. We are not even having enough to pay the school fees and rent. Please help sir. I will pay you back' she wailed. "Uhmmm – meet me at the Coffee Day – near NGEF on the Old Madras Road – sharp 2 pm today. We will have a quick lunch and discuss. Ok" and he kept the phone. Immediately he got up from his seat and went to the toilet and lowered his trousers, took his prick out and weaved a nice story of fucking her while masturbating – the fantasy would get converted into reality – and he jacked a load into the commode. At exact 2pm she was there at the gate inside the RMZ campus, the attendant at the restaurant was eyeing her all over – she was looking alluring, eatable and the guy just could have been thinking how it would be possible to take her – right there, dusky skin, well done facial, nice 'bindi' on the forehead, gold chain hanging with a cross on the base and sexy looking nose ring and ear rings. She enquired with the guy if Prakash had come in, he shook his head. She was led to a nice cosy well polished and maintained good leather seat at the corner of the block, she just sat when her mobile rang, " Hi Meena, will be there in 30 minutes. I have told Alex the owner to keep you occupied. Take care, my love." Meena was stunned with the call – especially the 'my love' part. She did not expect that from Prakash whom she always called 'Sir' and was sure would never have any such words for her. Well – something deep down told her that it was changing and he will seek the pound of flesh – may be the one or the ones between her legs. Alex appeared in no time and gave her the menu card asking to her chose anything she wanted and when she opened the card – a small envelop fell out with something that took a long time to comprehend written on it "BANGALORE ESCORTS – contact cell # ...". She asked him what this word 'escort' meant; Alex looked at her straight and snatched the envelope from her even before she could open it. She knew the meaning of it – something sinister. As she was sipping on the Lemon Ice tea in her nice churidhar and kurta – silky one with cotton mix, she had bought it 3 years back in a fair near her house for Rs 250/- - pretty cheap, she was sure the seller had picked it up from some rich party on exchange basis for much less, but anyway there were some minor repairs and it looked as good as new- something like this in the malls will be priced upwards Rs 1500/- or even more. Prakash came – she saw him park the car through the glass across and started to get goose pimples all over and felt a slight tingle in her pussy, she knew it was starting to swell and may be even leak, this was a new adventure for her, she may not have to do much from a seduction perspective but one thing which made her squirm with pleasure was the looming danger of having sex with him which looked plausible – one she knew Madam back home with all her ailments would not be giving him what he wanted and secondly – Sir, was exercising and was a hit with the ladies which made her sure he was looking for outside 'food' and she knew he will go for her though she was just a maid and later his receptionist cum secretary. She remembered his handling methods and also knew of his amorous moods –she had seen him browsing all those sex sites – and once she wondered if he would call her to see those stuff along with him, but he maintained discreet distance and never exposed his love for her flesh – which she wasn't sure if he had – she will come to know now. "Hi – hope you did not have to wait long finished a crucial meeting before coming over. How is life treating – you look as beautiful, Uhmmm- wearing a nice chunni – what are you trying to cover – the kurta is pretty much covering everything?' and he placed his left hand over her right hand on the reverse and she got a jolt –he was so warm. "So what can I do for you Meena –tell me – please?" She looked into his eyes and hers started to turn moist – she was getting emotional, she knew the money was important but wasn't sure if he will give it without fucking her, and that was a guilt which she had to prepared to live with – can she or will she? Even before she could complete the thoughts – he once again did something which only confirmed his intentions – he squeezed her hand slightly and then firmly and scratched her palm with his middle finger – she felt erotic for a second and them slowly he released her hand, "Now tell me quick. You look beautiful Meena really beautiful." "I need money – am in a very bad shape" and she started to show moisture in her eyes. He held her hand offering her the tissue paper and asked her' How much my dear Meena' "A lot – but can you give me some thing now to start with – small amount' she pleaded. "How small – tell me" and he dug into his blazer pocket to pull out his wallet. "Rs 2000/-" she muttered. 'That is all – take Rs 5,000/- "and he gave her 5 notes of Rs1000/- instantly and thrust them into her hands – she did not know what to do – and stared at him blank faced. "Aah – do not worry, come to the office and will give you a cheque if that helps, okay. Do not worry' matter of fact was his posture. "Thanks – "she could muster words. "You look beautiful really, am not joking. How will you repay this money or do we just forget it, am okay" Prakash wanted her hook line and sinker and there was only this much he knew will make the big thing happen. "In EMIs – slowly will pay you back" she tried to bluff him into come to the point. "Oh come on – you don't have pay back in cash form – you can always give me what I need, you wanted money here take it but I need something, something which you have and I want – you are beautiful young 28 year old woman, so what if you have children and a husband – you are beautiful and have on you what I want – and I am in dire need of it. It is as much as you need this money, so tell me will you give it to me" he did not mince words but she did not appear to take the meaning so easily – she played with the words. "No sir- cannot come back to work again, it is not going to be the same lot of humiliation, even cannot come home to work – Madam does not love me anymore" she gulped a few air gallons – this was a fast one she was attempting. "Are you telling me you have not understood what I want – "and he pulled out his E61i mobile – and went to the Gallery and quickly picked up a image – and opened it and showed it to her, it was her own photo, the focus was on her boobs – cleavage and she was mopping the floor facing the door while he was seated on the sofa. The boobs were ample in display and the cleavage showed right through, gleaming with sweat – "Now you know what I want or should you want to see some more?" She was stunned, "I never thought..." "You never imagined me to have such designs on you – come on Meena- you could go around fucking Raaj behind my back and think I will not have any ideas –the day you fucked his friend Avinash at the Rahejas where he was staying – is when I made up my mind to take you wholesome. But I wanted to be sure you needed something from me and then take what I wanted from you. Now can we talk ...BTW, you are welcome to say no and keep the Rs 5000/-. No black mail – I respect you for all your individuality – if you think you cannot give me what I want – let it be so" "What in me will satisfy you?" and she knew this was a wrong question and she bit her lip. She knew she had walked into the trap. "Okay – first let me get something to eat and drink - then we wil discuss this – ok. What do you want, I am going for a vegetable croissant with cooled ice tea." "Anything for me will do" she was shocked. "Get 2 veg croissants with iced tea, refill one for her" he told the waiter. "Ok – now – what do I want from you. I want you completely naked in my arms, my hands will go all over you – head to toe and do a lot of digging work around your backside –dig into the lovely sweet smelling ass hole and them drill the nice well maintained fluffy pussy, you will be with me in a 5 star room – where I will switch off the AC for good time to ensure you sweat – glisten in the sweat and after you have drenched yourself - -will lick you all over" he was getting excited. "Is that enough or you want more graphical details on what I want from you "this time his face contorted and he looked wild. She was dumb stuck just could not move and in a well cooled AC restaurant – beads of sweat started to appear on her forehead. She picked up the tissue paper to wipe it off and ran the same all over her forehead and along the neckline and just as she was about to drop it – "Run into the boobs along the cleavage. I know you are equally sweaty there too, my darling Meena. Do not worry – I will not touch till you are willing and remember once you are willing then I will do what I want with you and your body. Ok. Think it through, not much to debate, suggest think it over. Once again – the 5K is yours and don't have to worry about it right now. I will leave now and wait for you to confirm so that I can start the work" "I am ready – and will cooperate with you. Please make arrangements for the remaining money. I need to pay back Rs 50K." she meekly submitted to the wily demands of the old fox. "Come this side – we will be to the wall and you can give me some instant pleasure. I just want to feel your nice body – how long one has waited for this lovely encaged creation of a woman – you will be terrific in bed, am sure and remember to shave all parts and wax them accordingly. Go to a beauty parlor and get it done before Saturday, we will be off to Attibelle – to a nice 3 star hotel. I will have you in my arms for 3 full nights and days. Get some good sexy clothes, all sleeveless. Ok" he was getting real horny. She came and sat next to him, for some time he faked to the people around that he was showing her something on the blackberry and slowly his left hand traveled to her base and lifting her left buttock he inserted the finger between the ass crack and made a popping sound where the stitches gave way and touched her panty clad ass – slowly he manipulated the panty onto the side and inserted his finger along the crack which was completely moist and he kept running it up and down – the tear at the stitch was increasing and she protested, he inserted the finger into her ass hole and slowly the hole penetrated the hairy orifice and got into the smut territory where he found some resistance and let the oil allow the sink to go on which happened – the finger finally was totally in her asshole and he could feel the bung around his fingers- he knew that was to go –when she comes on the next Saturday for the first night with him. "Have you fucked in your ass ever before? This is a question and do not give me fake responses" he admonished her. "AAAAHHHHH, please remove the finger – everybody is watching" she wailed. "There are the only two of us – the attendants will not come this side as they have been told to lay off from here, they know that you will get laid by me. Now tell me, has anyone fucked you in the ass yet or not? " "Yes – AAAAAAHHHHhhhhhhhhhh, yes – 4-5 times, once with Raaj" she moaned. He took the finger out with all her muck on it – and lowered her mouth on to his side and smooched her lips and then inserted his tongue into her mouth – before she could think anything else – he removed his lips and inserted the butt finger into her mouth and made her suck it – till it came clean from her mouth. "You did not like it right? Keep all your holes clean, Get an enema done at the Satya's before getting into my car on Saturday – Ok. All holes to be completely clean and no hair, remember without fail. Let us go now "and he got up –went to the counter – paid the bill and straight walked to his car and waited for her to come and join him. She took inordinately long time to come and join him up – but he waited. He wanted to finger her pussy this time and was so excited that she was yielding and he could maul her that he did not bother about being in a public place and took his cock out and started to stroke it up and down. He was just about to jack himself into a nice orgasm when she came and tapped on the window glass- he let the prick be as it is and opened the door for her- she looked fresh –looked had a nice wash in the rest room. He did not ask her about the tear at the stitch – instead of got out of the compound –after paying the security the parking fees and with his dick still hanging out – which he knew she must have noticed started to go towards KR Puram. She looked at him – pleading and finally whispered, "I need to go home fast, my salwar in totally torn. Please." He looked at her and took her hand in his only to place it on his prick and told her "Just bring him off and lick it off your hands and we will go back home – I will take the Ring road on the left and go slowly. Ok" She was a master at that – playing with pricks – but had never done in these brazen conditions, but now she had no choice – he was giving her no choice. She slouched in the seat to get better access and slowly started to jack him off, "How many times have washed his underwear at his house with his cum stains and now am holding the prick in my hand, am really on Cloud 9, this man will slowly be my slave. " her mind was doing all the right things and slowly she undid the zipper a bit more –only to caress his scrotum and took the sack in her palm and slowly applied pressure from both the side to get him to ejaculate fast and faster. He looked at her and took his hand to her mouth and inserted his fingers and oiling them with her saliva applied the two to his balls and – told her to repeat the same with her fingers. She copiously released saliva on her fingers and applied them onto his balls and his prick and before they reached Kasturi Nagar – he came in spurts and she caught it in her palm and with her other palm rubbed it into a pool of sperm puddle – and right there before his eyes slowly licked it off and drank the gooey liquid in multiple loops. "Zip me up and there you see the board "Anusuya Bleach" they are an excellent beauty parlour in this area and do good working on waxing and bleaching. Get yourself done up by them and you do not have to pay anything. Will drop you by and go and meet them to fix an appointment right away. Call me on Friday and will let you know where and at what time to meet me – most likely 4 pm near the KR Puram station – just be on the left hand side corner "he stopped for her to get off. "I will come later – just drop me near my home" she pleaded. He had for a moment forgotten the tearing of the rear that he had committed on her – and immediately realizing his folly moved on and wanted to fondle her lovely boobs but much against his wishes could not do – because it was dense on the road and this was his area and one did not want embarrassment. He reached Kulappa circle where he dropped her off and moved on to his house. He was feeling very horny and wanted quick relief, reached home and rushed to his room and quickly undressed to go to the bathroom – switched the geyser and waited for a while to pick up the telephone shower and after making sure that the water was sub optimally hot – ran it around his tip and close to the groin and finally aimed the piercing water on his balls and with his fantasy now only around the wonder pussy and his favorite harlot Meena – he shagged luxuriously to his heart's content. The man was preparing himself to the upcoming Saturday when he would rip her cunt and ass with his prick. He was keen to make her his slut – and the irony was that the pussy was aiming to make him her slave soon. The battle lines were drawn and Saturday was going to be an eventful start to another battle of sexual celebration between two who have taken to infidelity without remorse. She reached home – Dinesh her husband was waiting at the door wearing a dirty looking lungi with a torn vest having holes all over and the Cross flung over his shoulder tied to a brass chain. She never understood why he became a Christian and converted her to the religion in which he himself had little faith or interest. She bent her knees near the entrance where he stood oblivious to her and under his arm slipped into the living room, she had to quickly change – the tear was becoming too irritating. Once inside the safe confines of her bedroom, she stripped completely naked and switched the fan to full speed and took out the nice dildo which she had bought recently from Sangita – her colleague in her earlier jobs who was still working – fucking her way up the ladder and all the hanging 'poles'. Sangita had a full set of all these accessories and did not mind parting with this one nice round dick shaped rubber module – she had used it enough – more than 100 times on her pussy, ass and also at time shoved it into the ass of her paramours including her boss Shivetia. Shivetia was a Marwari running a transport company serving the IT world with his old archaic Tata Sumo fleet for call center employee ferrying. He had made lot of money – most of the business came not because of his service or vehicle upkeep (which actual terms was pathetic) but because of the women he supplied to the Transport departments in these companies where lecherous and pot bellied managers loved to rub their hands and dicks over the sexy lovely nubile pussies he supplied and one of them – rather the most popular was Sangita. Meena in her nightie went to kitchen and heated 4 spoons of olive oil and placed it onto a nice stone crucible and picking it up went back to the bedroom. Removing the only cloth on her the nightie, she lay on the bed, spread-eagled bent her knees in a slanting position and dipped the dildo into the hot olive oil crucible next to her and touched her clit head. 'Aaaaaaaaahhhhh' she moaned, and slowly ran it only in and around the hood, she refused to tempt her pussy hole yet, she wished and made the hole wait for the eventual sink in of the prick. The oil effect on the clit hood was awesome and soon the tip grew and grew and started to glisten in the glow of the evening light coming through the window sill, Meena rubbed the dildo more and more on the tip and soon she realized her cunt was ready to take this monster in, the pussy was leaking, juice had got built in and the hole was slush with the viscous liquid. She slowly took the dildo to the tip of the hole and pushed the prick in, slow, slow, slowly, slow and inched the bugger into her cunt and soon it was deeply embedded, she had finally managed to eat and swallow the entire dragon of a cock, which rested safely and peacefully in her pussy. She began to pull it out and ship it in and realized that the dildo was lacking the right smoothness, she dipped her finger into the crucible and ran the oil over the prick copiously and shoved it back into her cunt and it was excruciatingly sexy pain all over the side walls when the prick went in and came out, she knew the inevitable was round the corner and soon she came, in spurts and volcanically. The ass reaming was constantly on her mind – the afternoon tear of the salwar and the hole in the panty was still reeling through her and she finally took the prick out of her cunt and placed it at the entrance of her asshole, the rosebud was of brownish color today and she knew it was going to take a long time for her dildo to really park conveniently inside the hole, it was tight and the sphincter muscles were very rigid, but she wanted to try it – she knew this trial was important, he would be tearing this hole with no remorse, men loved to fuck women in the ass and they enjoy the vicarious pleasure of screwing a dame in her base more than the pussy. She knew the majority of the drilling and plumbing will be in the rear hole. She pushed copious amounts of olive oil into her asshole lubricating it amply and inserted her finger which got resistance at the entrance but slowly moved in and finally was completely nested in the space inside, she went ahead with the middle finger this time and slowly three fingers went completely inside the hole – thanks to the olive oil and its effects. Slowly she moved the dildo into its place started to shove it into the asshole by replacing a part of the entry load with the forefinger coming out first and then more of the load seeking space replacing the middle finger and finally the dildo was half inside – she applied the remaining olive oil to the protruding dildo and slowly moved it in and in 65 seconds of trial and genuine effort, she managed the prick to get completely lodged in her asshole. She could sense the excretion remains inside getting meshed with the oil and most likely will be clung on the dilido when she pulls it out, meaning she will have to thoroughly get a round of enema done on Saturday before joining Prakash, she wanted to be sure there were no issues with her body holes for the ensuing bed games with him, she wanted to please him completely. The anus pricking by the dildo was an awesome experience and she experience renewed pleasure and did not take much time to come this time. She removed the prick slowly with ease and saw the yellow brown muck on the tip of the dildo- she was tempted to take a swipe at it on her nose- she wanted to smell it – she felt prude not to do it –but finally the slut in her made her do the smut work and she ran her lips on the sides and the tip to the nose – she was invigorated with the raw pungent smell – mix of the bung and the olive oil, she felt a pleasure shiver –what if Prakash was to taste this – her bung on that day, she was horny again...but this time there was some noise outside and she knew Dinesh was getting into some brawl with the fellow passersby on the road – she slowly got up from the bed and went into her bathroom to clean up. Completely naked – she was cleaning herself when her cell rang, she wondered who this could be and came back into the room to pick up the phone – it was Prakash. "Uhmmmmm – how is it going, had a bath or going for a bath – stitched the churidhar? What are you doing now? I am in the office and m y hand is on your friend – he is thinking of you, and trying to cool him down but he wants to breathe and come out of my trouser. Only if you were here – you could sat opposite and used your nice toes to massage him and he would have spilled the copious output on your nice sexy feet. Tell me what are you up to? " "I am in the bathroom, washing myself––" "Aaaaah, that means you must be nude – no clothes on you. Uhmmmm––– do this for me – press your boobs hard and lick them from the top, I must hear the licking sound" he was a lecher. She tried it with the phone in her hand and it went fine – the right boob was easy to reach and she licked and made smacking sound with her mouth. "Good – now finger your pussy – and suck the finger – clean it off your juices" he commanded. She obeyed him, she shoved her middle finger up her pussy, it went in easily – magic formula Olive oil was still working, the finger just slid into her pussy- gaping hole already made by the dildo, so this was easy, she inserted the other finger into her asshole at the same time and brought both out at the same time to lick them off the copious juices. "Good – am sure you must reamed the ass as well – and AAAAAAAHHHH am coming " and he jacked himself at the other end. "Okay – will call you later – there is a visitor waiting outside" and he disconnected. Meena was still reaming herself oblivious to the disconnection – slowly she came out of the reverie and made her way back to the bathroom and washed herself thoroughly – she had to get into the kitchen, kids will be coming soon. That night how she wished if Dinesh could get his prick up – but the man was not bothered – he had long given up any such desires, he was albeit happy doing all chores without a fuss than go around chasing the hole below the navel. Next day – she finished all work at home and reached the desired place for the waxing and other things as instructed by Prakash, the lady there Reena Jalan looked like a witch – hair flung all over and the looks were more of a weird lizard than of a beautician, she looked at Meena top down – and quizzed her lot of things and asked her to go to the cubicle #3. She was asked by the attendant to strip completely and lie on the bed – rubber sheeted of course. The treatment started – they began with her legs, feet, stomach, upper torso – breasts and arm pits where they spent most time, later she came to know that they do some treatment there to kill the sweat germs which get most of the entertainment in the hollow confines out there, she found it amazing how they waxed the hair out of the hollows and later turned her on her tummy to take care of her back and once they were done with all these areas – the focus shifted to the private parts, cunt and ass hole. She was given a local anesthetic, and her pussy and the ass was completely waxed – hair removed and creamed properly. Finally she was allowed to dress up and move and she glanced into the mirror –it was a shock for her, the person on the other side was somebody else, she looked radiating sex and erotic warmth. The lady in charge could not help admire the new look Meena and even licked her lips at one stage. She gave Meena the bill and told her to keep the copy, it will be paid up by Prakash. "So you will be entertaining Prakash – good, he loves women and knows how to convert donkeys into Cinderella, you look like getting a long deal with him, what 3 night game, uhmmmm. Good enjoy." Meena was shocked but refrained from making any comments and left the place with no more nonsense. She was worried about Dinesh – he will sense something, how to make him ignore her, she decided to keep the dupatta over her forehead at all times while at home, she can always say – she has taken a hair treatment. Her mother though – will not agree to the logic, anyway she was a lesser problem and yes –how does she manage the children on this score? It was 9 am early morning Saturday, and Prakash had not called. He was supposed to pay her some money, she needed the dough to clear an immediate pending amount to be given to he Chit Fund guy –Rupesh. He had been after Meena for long, asking her to part with her pussy and he write this amount off but she suspected him to be a drug addict and having some venereal diseases, did not want any mess up so decided to pay up and move on, sleeping with Prakash was safe. She called him 5-6 times but he did not pick up the phone. She started to get worried. She called the office but was told by the reception that he had not yet come and was on leave today. She knew he was on leave today after all – he was supposed to spending the leave on her fucking her in some nice hotel in the outskirts of Bangalore. Her cunt started to spasm and twitch in that anticipation, she was feeling like a bitch in the heat – all those ministrations the other day and the subsequent treatment at the Beauty parlor had left Meena panting for sex. She needed it more than Prakash and could not afford to turn to anybody else at this point of time since she had committed the body this time to Prakash. As she was waiting Dinesh came in and gave her dirty looks, "Who gave you money for all this makeup you bitch?" and started to reach her hair and drag her – but she slapped him hard and he was on the floor. She knew how to treat him. "I will take care of you – bitch, this must be some yaar(boyfriend) of yours who is funding all your nefarious activities. I will take care, wait for a few days –will get all info on you and then give the final push. You bitch" he was on a rampage. She just ignored him and was waiting for the call. At around 12 noon – there was a message to her from an unknown #. It said "Do not wait – proceed" she did not understand, what it meant. Another message came, "Whitefield Honda." She called up these #s but nobody was picking up the calls. She just ignored them and sat tight and started to change into her household clothes and started to prepare lunch, her mother was surprised, "You told me you are traveling to yor friend's wedding in Coorg, how come you are still here?" She did not reply and just got onto the chores. She had half finished the work – when the cell rang, it was Prakash. "Hey Meena, sorry, come straight to Maratahalli, take an auto and be there in next 1 hour, will wait for you near the other side of the underpass. " She kept the phone and asked her mom to take over the work, explained the situation and got dressed quickly. She was worried about Dinesh –he may just follow her and she had to make sure not to leave leads on him. She came out and did not see him in the surroundings, but far off at the local water faucet – saw his bike. She was happy. He must be in the garage there, sometimes he would repair vehicles there. She quickly ran the other way and found an auto- and asked him to take her to Maratahalli. Once reaching there – it was another ordeal – the man wasn't there. She waited in the smoldering heat for more than an hour before he arrived in a green colored hired car and asked her to bounce in and the vehicle zoomed towards Hosur. The driver looked familiar to her from the back but she did not bother to check it out, this was least of her issues (is what she thought) and turned towards her man – he was dressed in a nice Bermuda half trouser and a polka dotted T shirt and was scented all over, his crotch looked well protected and seemingly he was not planning any adventure on the road. He maintained the normal distance and both sat okay till some time when he looked at her neck and grimaced, "Where is the Mangalsutra, that is extremely important. " "I have it in the bag – it is in the dickey" she confessed and looked at him sheepishly. "Ok – for every mistake you make there will be a punishment. And to start with this one, remove your bra and give it to me – right here. " he looked at her demeaning. "No- Sirrrr, please I will do all that you want when we reach the Hotel but not here, please my Lord. Please – not in the open." "Ok – but make sure you are not going to make any more mistakes – Ananth, drive past Silk Board and stop near the Petrol Bunk, there is an ATM there" and they carried on. Upon reaching the hotel, the reception was a dumb looking shack, the hotel was a famous joint in the 90s but today looked like as if someone had ransacked it for keeps, it did not have the flavor anymore and gave a very dreary picture, the manager came to allot the room, looked at Meena and Prakash and was sure these could not man and wife but it did not make any difference to him, he gave them the keys for the suite which our man had booked and the Bell boy picked up the 2 bags to the lift and off hey were to the 2nd floor facing the swimming pool. He asked her if she needed to do anything – freshen up or something like that and yes she had to – she quickly took her sanity bag and scooped off to the toilet. He opened his laptop bag and got the piece out, connected the USB Mass drive and soon powered on Power DVD and started a Silvia Saint hardcore movie – where she is seducing a hunk in the hotel lobby. Lying on the sofa wearing a nice black lingerie with a gown over it – same colour which came to her knees barely covering the crotch and seducing the hunk all over and not allowing him to touch her but then he pleading asking her to show him her boob, she telling him 'No" multiple times but then finally telling him only once. He wanting to kiss it – and she once again refusing it, and finally relenting asking him to just smooch – but only once and finally he having his way with the upper body – licking her lips eating her at her mouth and the oral cavity and massacring her boobs descended on her flat tummy – what an art of sculpture is Silvia Saint, well textured, waxed body, he goes to her pussy and tries to part the panty to one side and take a lick but she disallows him, pulls him by the hair and admonishes him, she tells him – it is not to her taste. He looks sad and forlorn like a puppy scolded, and there she again takes his head in her hand and pushes into the pussy area and parts the panty with the other hand and tells him, "Eat my pussy – hard and completely" and just when this started Meena came out of the bathroom and was stunned to see the scenes and stood stunned, he took her by the hand and made her sit next to him, squeezed her inside the huge sofa, and lo behold she had dressed herself in a similar looking black gown and was wearing a black bra inside. "Have you seen such things before" he asked her. "No – never" she replied. "Watch this –and you will watch a lot more in these 3 days and learn how to satisfy yourself and your lover with the tricks you pick up from these sexy – excellent porn stars. She is an extremely beautiful woman but has no issues in taking a hard cock anywhere in her body and having more than one man or woman with her in the bed. She must have fucked more than 500 men and women till now in life. Her name is Silvia Saint – she is from East Europe" he was reeling out stats about the porn star while slowly the act was beginning to unfold this end; his big burly left hand had encircled the local south Indian dusky beauty around her waist. "Have your lovers tasted your pussy, sucked it their and your heart's content?" She blushed and did not deem fit to reply. His hand was not at one place, it started to travel and reached her armpits, the dress an extremely sexy thin cloth gown, see through complete transparent meant for such audiences and moments only, she knew by the end of the evening or night, the dress will lose its relevance and may just find its way to the dust bin in the corner. He groped for her armpits and finally reached the cavity – he loved the silkiness of the clean shaven hollow skin, the folds were extremely soft in his fingers and removed them once a while to smell and suck on the fragrance of her sexy armpit while they were still at watching Silvia and her amorous sexual pussy suck going on, the guy was still in his black trousers and now he moved away from the pussy and kissed her high heels, and licked her stockings and got back to the heels and removed the sandals from both her dainty feet, next he folded the stockings downward and removed each off from her sexy legs – she looked a masterpiece. And here live, Prakash had managed with the help of the visuals in front to get the aphrodisiac effect on Meena, the sleeves came off on both the sides and she was now with the gown barely covering the bra, and he was having both his hands on either of the armpits and freely exchanging the aroma and the secretions and the plush sexy skil folds with his hands while aching the aching Silvia was providing the stud between his legs – who was still glued to her pussy folds. God knows what was the material but the panty had stretched onto her thighs on one side completely and he had complete unrestricted access to her cunt. He looked around and found a cushion on the other sofa across promptly pulled it only to place it below her ass and took a long swipe of her ass hole with the tongue – he was moving to the new hole, he wanted to taste the slut's asshole. Meena was moaning from both that she had to see as a visual and with the sexy ministrations her man was making her mad. It was evident that before the visual came to its logical conclusion, Prakash would have sunk his dick into her pussy and she would lost her pussy for the first time right before lunch on the day 1 of the program to her new lover –who was till the other day a man of high regard and respect who she would feel a father figure. He turned around and lifted the lithe 50 kg Meena onto his lap and turned her to the side where the movie was going on and held her by the boobs through the bra, he kept kneading them and squeezing them and here and there licked her in the armpits lavishly. Her armpits tasted like heaven to him and it was so obvious that this was possible only because of the repeated visits she had made to the beauty parlor. The whole plan was to get her become the slut which she was capable of becoming and this was just the start, she would be his gateway to all kinds of success at business, he would use her where she would have not even thought as a venture of interest prior to this hiatus with him at the hotel in Attibelle Bangalore – a few miles from Hosur Tamil Nadu. The moans became louder and this only emboldened him to sneak a hand between her thighs and slowly remove the panty, he used a nice set of scissors to cut the panty on both the sides and rested his arms on her shoulders to make her smell her own panty – it was grime and smut, she had not changed the panty in the dress overhaul – it wasn't dirty but was all muck – tasteful muck. He tucked the panty in his mouth – very small flimsy piece and after a couple of sucks –chewed and threw it out. The wait was becoming too impatient and he quickly lifted her onto the bed and laid her on the back and rolled the gown up on to her torso – quickly snapped the bra hooks and it can came off without trouble, she was nude in front of him, first time Meena was totally nude and willing to get fucked by him, her mouth opened to smile and her nice set of teeth only made the erotic feeling rise between his legs, he opened the zip on his fly and got the underwear and the bermuda out of the way, he exhibited a bulbous ball just above his prick on the pubic zone, it was some kind of a cyst and he was living with it for some time now, slowly he removed his T shirt and soon he was as naked as a new born, and slowly eased himself into a position at the foot of the bed and coolly parted her legs to get a glimpse at her lovely pussy, it was desirable, the parlor had done a neat job. She looked to be having a radiating pussy and he slowly parted the lips, the labia opened up and he inserted his fingers and tried to find some resistance which was not there, soon the finger became fingers and she started to moan loudly – he got onto the bed and laid in parallel and to assist his own satisfaction, lifted her left hand and placed it on his shaft, she withdrew it first but slowly took it and started to jack him off – "Start licking it like a lollypop" he commanded. The conquest was complete and he was now going to bust her soon – it was an achievement of sorts- he had been planning this for quite some time now – more than 3 years and finally the slut was ensnared. He sniffed at the cunt and slowly parted the lips further to take a look at the opening and inserted his tongue tip and it tasted really good, better than some of the 5 star whores he had enjoyed on one of his trips to Mumbai, he shelled out nearly 25K for 2 hours – and they were good but expensive. Here this pussy was his for 3 days and he was going to fuck ream and suck the slut all through. He sucked at the clit and saw her pussy oozing oozing and oozing juices, but he did not lick it clear, he looked up into her eyes – she looked devastatingly sexy and beautiful, ooh – he wanted her so much and here she was with him in a bed together, he asked her to lick his cock, she looked into his eyes, smiled and her teeth gleamed, well brushed and maintained like the rest of her body, her teeth sank into his prick, she took inch by inch and licked the side layer, the tip and finally the tongue reached the scrotum, neatly shaved, holding the prick with one hand she licked on the balls one after the other and he just kept watching her- this was an incredible sight for the man to see it for himself- one getting his under parts licked with so much gusto, he reached out for her face and pulled her only to engulf her mouth with his and kissed and let his tongue sink into hers and the two lovers sucked each other tongues and exchanged saliva for nearly 4 minutes, finally he let her off. She looked completely ravished, but the heat in her was evident and without any invitation, she caught him this time and dug her nails on his back and sunk her teeth into his chest and slowly lifted herself to catch his mouth with her tongue and kissed him and sucked his tongue feverishly for quite a while, Meena looked at him and a slow smile spread across her pretty face. Gently, her hand slid up his hard, smooth, hairless torso, tracing the contours of his muscles and she bent her head forward and slowly wound her tongue around one nipple. Prakash chuckled softly. Her hand crawled down his belly to his crotch and her fingers closed around the thick length of his penis. "I want you," she murmured teeth gleaming milky white, she looked ready for the fuck of her lifetime from a man who she considered her mentor, father figure at one time, now will be her lover. Prakash's hands slid under her shoulders and she shivered when he cupped her breasts. They were already turgid with excitement, the nipples stiff, the dark aureoles puckered. He squeezed both breasts and Meena moaned and he sucked on one nipple, then the other. Releasing soon, she moved her lips and tongue across his chest from one to the other nipple and then dragged her tongue downward, over his rock-hard belly. Her fingers worked his penis tenderly. Kneeling before the ex boss, she moaned softly and dragged her tongue through his navel. He was a handsome, sexy man, tall and lean with a V-shaped torso, hairless and muscular. Groaning, Meena caressed his cock and, dipping her head, dragged her tongue down the length of his shaft. Her hands slid up under her breasts and she lifted them erotically. Rising slightly, she took his cock between her breasts, kissing and licking his belly sensuously. He groaned at the soft warmth of her breast-sheath. He could feel her hard nipples raking his shaft. He pushed her head down. Slowly lifting his cock, jerking it tenderly, deftly, she slipped back the foreskin, opened her mouth and swirled her tongue over his cock-head. Prakash gasped softly, and his belly rippled inward. "Ohhhhhh yes!" Meena moaned deep in her throat and her lips slid forward and encased his Cock-head. Prakash grunted and pushed his hips forward. His cock quivered, thickened, lengthened, and hardened. Meena sucked his cock in rising excitement. It was now almost ten inches long and two inches thick., much bigger than all the lovers she had taken till date, she longed for it in her cunt. Her body rippled with desire. Her tongue ran around the cock-head, swirled over the knob, toyed with the long slit in its peak, her teeth scraped his shaft gently. Holding his cock and jerking it, she sucked harder, her head rocking back and forth between his thighs. Her mouth was moist and warm and Prakash gasped in pleasure at the insistent pressure. "Ohhhh fuck yes! Suck it! Suck my cock, bitch! C'mon ... yeh ... suck it, Bitch ... sucks my cock! C'mon, whore, do it!" he gasped, holding her head and moving it back and forth to suit his pleasure while he pumped his hips. "Yes ... c'mon ... suck it ...," he groaned softly. She pursued her lips on the cock-head, rippling her tongue against the gap near the top of the cock, trying to pry it open. His cock throbbed and grew rock-hard under her lips and sputtered beads of pre-cum gunk. She moved her head back a little and lasciviously caught the dewdrops of his juices on the tip of her tongue and slowly swallowed them. It was an intensely erotic action and his pulse raced. She kissed his cock-head again and now slowly parted her lips and slid them down about it, engulfing it in the wonderfully moist warmth of her mouth. Prakash moaned softly. Her tongue pirouetted and swirled on his cock-head voluptuously. Slowly, she took more of his cock in her mouth and began to suck it, at first with a gentle pressure, using her tongue to lap at it. She fisted his cock simultaneously and gradually began to suck harder, moving her head back and forth and up and down, jerking his cock in her fingers. Faster and faster she went, and he groaned, his head falling forward, watching her, deeply aroused by the sight. His hips bucked at her face and he put a hand on her head and moved it up and down and round and round to suit his pleasure. His loins blazing with lust-heat, Prakash gasped, fucking her mouth eagerly. She stopped and lifted her breasts and squeezed them in a tight sheath around his tumescence. She masturbated his cock in her cleavage, her head bent, and her long, sharp tongue flickering at his cock-head as it slid up out of her breast-sheath. Her hard nipples scraped on his shaft. He felt wonderful, as if he could go on forever, his cock rampant, his balls surging with copious loads of cum. She straddled his legs, her knees outside his thighs, and his cock in her hand and guided it to her cunt. Slowly, she squeezed the cock-head into her cunt. The hotel room was the witness to this wonderful spectacle where Prakash finally was going to pierce the hole he had been longing for ages – his lovely maid and erstwhile receptionist Meena. He groaned at the sharp heat of it and flexed his buttocks, thrusting his hips up. His lance ran into her damp slit like a hot knife into butter. She gasped, her hands on his shoulders, her head arching back, her breasts thrust out. He bent his head and sucked on them sharply by turn and heard her loud moan. Her hips sank with his and his cock was embedded deep in her flesh. He caressed her buttocks and back. She held her face in his hands and kissed him deeply, her tongue thrust deep into his mouth. He squeezed her breasts. Her hips began to writhe on his lap, grinding round and round, mashing her cunt-flesh with his enormous pestle. She arched her head from his and moaned thickly. He leaned forward and sucked gently on her out thrust breasts, making her gasp when he tugged at her rigid nipples with his teeth. "Ohhhh ... yes ... yes ... Ohhh god yes ... your cock's so good in.. mmmm ... so hot ... so hard ... c'mon ... fuck my cunt lover ... fuck it nice and slow ... mmmm yes ... ohhhh yes that's it mmmm yeh ... Ohhh god yes ..." She began to move on his lap, rocking up and down and back and forth, her clonic cunt slithering up and down the length of his shaft. He moved steadily with her, his hips rising and falling, his cock going in and out of her cunt. He fingered her buttocks open and pressed his fingertip to her anus. She gasped and writhed. The swing rocked and jerked with their actions. Faster and faster she went, bucking and jerking, her head flung back, her mouth open, her breasts bouncing, the gold necklace tossing on her dusky flesh. "Take it ... yes ... take it bitch ... take my cock ... take it, you whore ... c'mon slut ... Ohh yeh ... yes ... ahh yeh ... yes.. god you're so tight bitch!" Gasping and moaning, she lifted herself off his cock and turned around with her back to him and impaled herself quickly on his upright penis again. Now her legs were outside his, her hands on his knees. Her shoulders stooped as she leaned forward and began to move faster and faster, bucking and jerking like a madmen on his penis. There were sexy hollows in her shoulders. Her face was upturned, her mouth open, her belly drawn in, her eyes hooded, her cries sharp and staccato, mingling with his grunts and gasps. He bent his head and watched her cunt rise and falls on his penis, transfixed and aroused by the sight. Her breasts jumped and bounced as they moved and she squeezed them in excitement. He spliced her buttocks open and pressed his thumb to her asshole. Her cunt spasms on his cock and she began to orgasm, her cunt biting down hard on his cock. He groaned and reared up into her and she cried out. He held her hips and jerked her down savagely on his cock several times till he could hold back no more. With a shuddering groan, he came, and felt the welcome surge of heat as his cock spurted hot into her slit. She whimpered in joy. It wa a matter of time and in 30 minutes Prakash at his age in his mid 40s was ready again, the randy bitch had turned into a volcano of desire for him, she was an incredible satiating aphrodisiac and he was in no mood to let go his want to cling to her body just yet. He continued to probe her asshole and soon – his dick was once again up and it slowly found itself nested back in her pussy. He paused with his cock inside her cunt, catching his breath, trying to control himself. The sensation was incredible. Her cunt convulsed frantically on the sheath and his cock throbbed and pulsed angrily in its confines. Moaning his excitement, he began to swing his hips in tight circles, grinding his cock around deep in her slit. She gasped as he found her innermost recesses. "Oh god yes ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" Meena begged. Wild with desire and lust, he began to ram-fuck her cunt jerking and slamming his hips back and forth, reaming and jamming his cock into her, holding the swing steady with his strong hands. His arms tensed with the strain and his shoulders bowed. He flung his head back and moved faster still. Her body jerked and lurched under his thrusts, her breasts jigging and swinging back and forth, back and forth. Faster and faster he went, his buttocks flexing and undulating, his hips swinging back and forth like a trip hammer at top speed, his cock appearing and disappearing between the twin orbs of her buttocks. Her cries were sharp and loud and lewd. "Take it ... take it ... take it whore ... take it cunt take my cock oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes ... take it bitch ... Ohhhh uhhh ohhh uhhh ohhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes! Take it, whore, take it! Take it!" he said. She came yet again and, unbelievably, he found himself on the verge, brink of another orgasm himself. He thrust into her hard again and again, ramming deep into her. Her breasts jiggled heavily with his thrusts. Again and again he slammed into her and then let himself go with a juddering cry, swinging his hips savagely, making her scream thinly as his penis spiral into her. Her cry turned into a joyous whimper when she felt his cock quiver inside her and spit its load in stinging jets. Gasping and panting, his cock still hard and buried in her flesh, he bent over her and kissed the nape of her neck. Their bodies were filmed with sweat now. He squeezed her breasts and she moaned. The thin gown was still on her body, nothing more than a wet thin encasing cloth around her waist, it had lost its entire relevance as a gown, and slowly Prakash used the scissor to cut it out away from her body and kissed and licked the pungent aroma and sweat from the place which hosted the rumpled gown till now. He was in the ninth heaven, she was his for keeps and slowly he slumped on her tummy and was soon snoring in the cool confines of the hotel room AC this was quite a bit of exertion for the middle aged man. \-

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Title: Chapter One: The confession by Talik Tags: Dragon, Human, M/F, Magic, Oral Draje was lounging in his cavern, watching his human servant clean up, admiring how beautiful she looked. He wanted to screw her brains out, but something...happens when a dragons fucks a human. They undergo a change, they lose their human qualities until they themselves become a dragon as well. It takes about a week from start to finish, but it is quite painful for the human. Not that there is no pleasure, there is unbelievanle pleasure for the human... "Draje, sir? I am done now, may I retire?" Lana asked. Snapping out of his daze, Draje replied, "Sure, Lana, good night, there is some cooked meat by your bed for you." She took a bow and disappeared deeper in the caves. Lana was found by Draje when she was small, after bandis slaughtered her village. She had grown into a stunning woman. Now 18, her long, light brown hair flowed down to her shoulders, her C cup breasts perky and seemed like they were asking Draje for some attention. But what he really loved was her eyes, her soft blue eyes always got the 45 foot long dark green dragon lost in their depths. Well, Draje thought to himself, I might as well go to sleep too. Lana couldn't sleep, she could not stop thinking about Draje, and this wasn't the first time. Ever since he saved her from her village they lived close together. They quickly became friends, after cleaning up his messy cave, he started calling her "servant". It didn't mean anything, just another joke, but recently she started seeing Draje, differently. One day after getting out of the lake he used for a bathing pool, Lana noticed his half-flaccid penis between his legs. She sooo wanted to see it, touch it have it inside of her, milk it for all its worth! I can't take this anymore, she thought. Lana quietly got out of her four poster bed and went into Draje's room. There he was, sleeping soundly on a bed much larger than hers, on his back. His legs were spread apart slightly, but for her size, she slipped between them without too much hassle. Now, between his legs, she straddled the base of his thick, dexterous tail, as her best friend's depths lay right in front of her. How should I do this, she asked to herself. Then she noticed his balls, she was too busy thinking of what was in his slit she paid no atention to them. They were huge, each of them as big as her from the waist up! Lana draped herself over one, and started to run her tongue all over his giant sac. Lana was to find that the scales weren't rough, but smooth, silky almost. Her pussy started to moisten in anticipation as she gave Draje a tongue bath. Draje snorted and spread his legs a little further, liking whatever was happening to his balls, he never really paid this much attention to them, but it felt good to him. He could feel himself becoming aroused, and that's when he fully woke up. Slowly he lifted his long neck over his body to find Lana was hugging his balls! No, not hugging, she was clinging on to them and was gyrating slowly, he could feel his seed churning around her, begging to coat her. "Lana?" he asked. When she realized he was awake she got very flushed. "Draje, I-I'm sorry...I've been having these feelings recently and now I know that" "I love you" they said together. They started at each other for a second, then Draje snaked his neck over and kissed her. His slender, pointed tongue probing her throat, Draje heard Lana moan softly as she put her hand up to his scaled face. "Draje, I want you, I want you to be your mate," Lana said. Draje paused a moment, this is what he wanted! Now he and Lana could be happy forever! Then he remembered, "Lana, if we do mate, you have to understand something, you will no longer be human, you will become a dragon. It is a tough transition, are you still up to it?" "Yes, ,anything for my mate," Lana said. "Good, I would do anything for you, too, but for now, why don't you take off your robe and pick up where you left off?" Lana nodded and stood up to take off her robe, she balled it up and threw it across the room. Then she went back to her original position and used her entire body to massage the rolling mounds of his balls. Draje moaned as he became more and more horny, he could feel the blood in his cock flooding and on a fast ascent to the opn air. He reached around and snaked his long tongue into her sopping pussy, a position he was comfortable enough after he found out his mouth brought more pleasure than his claws, and less of a clean up too. As he worked his tongue in Lana's moist depths she squirmed with delight, as sucked and licked and humped him more. Then, his dragoncock poked out of his sheath, and Lana gasped at its size. Forty inches long, and six around, she could see each vein bulging, his entire member pusling in the air, standing at attention. Lana carefully climbed over Draje's balls to the real prize. She started stroking it with both hands, pleased to see the little twitches and the soft growling from Draje. Then, she grabbed Draje's huge dick, pulled it down to his belly and wrapped her legs around it. She put the tip of the head into her mouth and stuck her little tongue into his opening. "Ooh, Lana that feels so good, but there will be plenty of time for that, hold on one second." Draje moaned. Draje began to shink, his talons dulled and Lana grew bigger and bigger on him until she was actually stradllying him. "That cock is for when you're a full dragon, for now, try out this," Altough he was now only 8 feet tall, his draconic member was quite well endowed for this size. Two feet long and still thicker than normal, Lana moaned and quickly deepthroated the first seven inches. His balls, however, seemed to stay the same size, Lana wondered why, but didn't exactly care, she wanted to suck every last drop of come out of him. It was a good thing she didn't eat that food tonight! On and on she sucked, and slowly beat off the rest of his dick with her hands, she could taste his sweet pre coming out in spurts. "Thats it my dragon, give me all of that hot, white, goodness, I'm hungry." Lana said lustilly around his cock. Her pussy now running freely made a wet spot on Draje's belly and her thighs. Draje lifted up her ass and reached around to her puckering flower, and plunged two slender, dull talons into her deeply. Lana squealed with delight as she was getting finger fucked by those long digits. She could feel her first orgasm coming on strong, and she jacked off that huge cock of his all the harder. Then she felt it twich inside her mouth, the head growing even larger inside her throat as Draje came. He let out a roar as he thrust deep into her gullet and sprayed her insides with his come. Hot semen erupted into Lana's mouth, as she tried to swallow every drop, but after about a minute, the flood of seed flowed out of her mouth in streams. She popped Draje out of her mouth as he continued to coat her in his fluid. After three minutes the torrent died down and everything but where she was sitting was coated in a warm goo. Lana licked off the gobs of come, "Oh, Draje, you're delicious!" Lana said, "I-I," she yawned, "feel tired all of a sudden, can we go to sleep my big dragon?" Draje returned to his original size, cleaned himself and Lana off, and said, "Of course we can, let's go Lana." Lana slept with Draje that night, in his smaller form, because he told Lana he was worried that he would crush her. Lana and Draje fell asleep almost immeaditly... A/N First story woo! hope you liked it, there is more to come, er cum!!

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Title: Dragon Clans Bk. 02 Pt. 01 Tags: action adventure, fantasy adventure, fantasy erotica Chapter 1 The final soulful note of the bagpipe lingered in the air long after the piper's breath had left the instrument. Its full rich tone reverberated off the ancient stone monoliths, wrapping those few in attendance within its comforting and sorrowful embrace. A light rain swirled in the air, blown by the cool wind that gently caressed the emerald green plain. No one noticed the cool clammy feel of the morning. It could not compete with cloaking sorrow that enveloped those gathered to witness the last journey of a man who lived well. Whose absence would be felt by those who knew him. "Ian was my friend for more years than I care to remember." Nigel began as the final note from the bagpipe finally became lost in the breeze. Standing before the entrance to the ancient burial mound, ringed by nine, thirty-foot slabs of time-weathered limestone, Nigel looked weary. His left arm, in a sling was crossed over his chest. His right hand gripped the handle of an oak cane that steadied him, required due to the cast on his right leg. His hand flexed on the cane, gripping it tightly, his knuckles turning white under the pressure as he continued. "I have spent the better part of my life, the best part of my life, at Ian's side. Through good times and bad, through danger and joy we tried to do what we felt was right. Tried to make the world a better place." "Ian left this world better than he found it. He was a man of numerous talents. His most endearing and important was his ability to bring joy to those around him." "Across the world there are testaments to his desire to help humanity. They are too numerous and wide spread to even begin to list. Suffice it to say that wherever Ian went he tried to help those he encountered." "My life and the lives of those who knew him will be smaller with his passing. For all of his accomplishments, on this day I simply mourn the loss of my friend." Nigel looked down at Ian's body, covered by a white burial cloth. The silk shifted in the wind, the golden figure of a dragon emblazoned upon it moved as if it were about to take wing. 'How did it come to this mate,' Nigel thought as he slowly moved aside to stand a moment next to Millie. Millie placed a light hand on Nigel's shoulder, giving him a brief kiss on the cheek before stepping to the moss covered granite door of the chamber. She paused here, not looking at the white-cloaked form before her, but instead letting her eyes travel over the few people in attendance. Valerie was weeping softly as she stood next to Michael. Ian's death, his sacrifice, had caused her so much pain. Millie's heart went out to her niece, but she knew that Michael and Tera would take care of her, that she would, with the passage of time, come to grips with the pain, understand the sacrifice her uncle had made. Michael had his arm wrapped around Valerie's shoulder, holding her close to him. His gaze was fixed on the horizon. His strong rugged features seemed older. As if what he had gone through in the last few days had changed him. Becoming more intense, more focused, more comfortable in his own skin. He exuded a calm powerful presence that was the counter point to the pain she found in his eyes. 'So much for one person to take on,' Millie thought as she took a deep breath closing her eyes. "Ian is the love of my life." Millie began. "He encompasses the best most noble things about us as a race. I have seen Ian in the middle of crisis stop everything he was doing to comfort a child and help them find their mother." "I have seen him laugh as he was caught in an unexpected rain storm." "I have felt his tears flow hot against my skin when faced with a horror found too late to stop." "Ian was my best friend, my lover, my confidant, my playmate, my foil. Never have I encountered a man so completely and utterly whole. I will carry him with me always and look forward to the moment that we will be reunited." "Do not mourn his passing, it is not what he would want. Better that we should live our lives by his example. Ian always found the joy in every moment, every challenge. He lived his life with love and passion. If all of us who knew him do the same, then we shall, with every moment we refuse to let slip by unnoticed, honor him and keep his spirit alive." Millie's hand came to gently rest upon Ian's forehead beneath the cloth. She stayed there for a long moment, which drew out as the wind began to pick up. Her countenance was one of stoic strength. Few noticed the way her hand trembled as it lay upon on her fallen one. "I love you." She whispered, the words caught and taken by the breeze as she took a step back and then walked to Valerie's side. Valerie's sobs increased as she moved from Michael into Millie's arms. The women holding onto each other, feeling the others loss along with their own. Michael shifted his head to place a light kiss on Tera's cheek as his hand slid within hers. They walked slowly towards the body, splitting up to stand at the back corners of the rough-hewn litter which held Ian's remains. Nigel walked over to Valerie and Millie, lending his presence and strength to both as two older men detached themselves from the crowd, moving to the front of the litter. A single note issued from the bagpipe, as the four bearers lifted their charge gently, and walked towards the dark rectangle before them. Michael looked down at the body, the silk moving like liquid between the breeze and the motion of the litter. His eyes came to rest on the form of the golden dragon as they carried Ian into the earth to rest with those who had preceded him down through the ages. As they penetrated the shadowy interior of the crypt, Michael found himself brought back to his moment of revelation a few days prior under the maze. ............... The smile on Michael's face faded a bit as his hand slipped from the golden scales. 'A psychotic break, that must be it', Michael thought as he stared into the depths of the emerald eyes that regarded him with a mixture of concern and happiness. Sitting down hard on the cool stone at the edge of the lake Michael ran his fingers through his hair shaking his head. 'The funeral, it must have been at the funeral, I just lost it completely, I'm in a hospital ward somewhere in restraints.' 'I hope they are keeping me shaved, I hate beards,' he thought idly as he watched more of the being before him revealed as she rose from the water. The long powerful neck. Full broad chest that flared at what would be called shoulders to iridescent wings that stretched up towards the ceiling of the cavern. Muscular arms at the side of the chest looking strong, powerful, the size of tree trunks ending it five lethal looking talons. Receding towards the Island, Aoife climbed nimbly up onto the sandy bank. The water cascaded off of her. Her body glowed, shimmering in the dancing firelight of the torches as she turned. Regarding him, she lowered herself to the sand, curling her tail around her body as she did so. They held each other's eyes for a long time. The air in the cavern motionless except for the slightest warm tendrils that reached Michael's face, gently caressing him, every time she exhaled. "You have not gone crazy." Aoife's statement reverberated around the chamber. Its tone was deep, comforting like a warm blanket on a cold morning. "Easy for you to say, you're not the one seeing mythical creatures." Michael's tone was not playful; it held a manic edge that gave Aoife pause before she continued. "Most myths have their foundations in truth Michael." "I am what I am. I have been so, since my birth, eight millennia ago. I cannot change my nature. I can change my form into many things. I can provide you an illusion that would be less shocking. I have done this in the past with those chosen to continue my line. They were not as strong as you, did not face the types of challenges you do. "You are strong enough to understand this, Michael. Strong enough and open enough to allow for the potential of my truths. This is why you see me as I am, with no window dressing. Simply me as I have been for thousands of years. I understand that it is a shock for you. No matter what form I take, it is always a shock to the chosen once they understand who I am, and what their own lineage is." Aoife paused. Michael shifted uneasily under her gaze as he watched her across the once again placid surface of the water. She was beautiful, regal, radiating an effortless power that begged the question what kind of power was actually contained within her should she find the need to place effort behind it. "How is it possible?" Michael began as he straightened a bit, finally starting to get somewhat of a handle on the events that were unfolding. "People would know. You are not exactly what I would call subtle. Over the past 100 years we have been everywhere, looked everywhere if there were dragons they would be known." Michael was frustrated. While he maintained a healthy allowance that the world held many wonders, this was just a little much to take. A chuckle echoed around the cavern before Aoife answered. "Michael, we are... due to our age, alone... sedentary creatures, now. Gone are the days when thousands of our kind roamed the earth. I lingered in my den for over three hundred years before coming back to this place." "Once we came together in groups, had a society, struggled for power and honor and status as your kind does. But that time is long past." "Today there are only nine of my kind left. The most powerful, or the wisest, or those with the most knowledge, are all that remains of the original nine dragon clans. "Each clan gathered together when we finally accepted that the time of our dominance had passed. Being creatures born to great power... and the ego to match it... this acceptance took ages in coming. By the time of the great clan gatherings there was only a handful of each clan remaining." "One was chosen to be the progenitor or liege of the clan. The selected received the ultimate gift, from the ultimate sacrifice of the others. We took in their ancient power and strength and knowledge. We became more than any of our kind before us. However, in doing so, we sacrificed any chance for the future of our race, alone." "As far as I know, I will never cease to be. My form may change, there may come a time when nothing will rouse me to motion. But my life energy, my soul if you will, continues. It expands and grows through the ones we choose to be vessels for our power, moving us into a new age." "The details are not important. We came together and made a decision. A decision that would ripple across the surface of eternity. Our race was done, but we did not wish to slip gently into the night. We made a pact, set down rules, chose ones from the new race that were strong. Ones who would carry on and proliferate our essence." "The clan lieges spread out across the world, looking for those of your kind that meshed with their own beliefs and philosophies. This was four thousand years ago. Humanity was starting to create stable societies, work together, war together, learn and evolve together. Our hope was that all that we had been, all that we were, could be passed on. We hoped that we could continue, and be of some help to the race that would come to dominate the planet." Aoife paused here. Unfurling her wings they stretched up and out over the lake. Once again Michael was simply stunned by the sheer beauty and wonder of the creature before him. The story sounded plausible, sounded as if it were truth. But then didn't psychotics believe their delusions to be truth with an unwavering vehemence? Aoife growled and exhaled sharply in Michael's direction. He was caught off guard as the strong warm blast hit him, almost knocking him over. "I grow weary of being thought an illusion," Aoife growled. Her emerald eyes flashing. With a sigh Michael stood up. "I'm sorry Aoife, it is just very hard for me to take so much in." Michael said as he stretched his arms over his head. It had been a long day and it seemed there was little chance of it ending anytime soon. Aoife's stance softened. "I know young one, I am sorry as well, I have been waiting for you a very long time. The wait seems to have left me a bit impatient." Aoife settled back to the sand as she continued her story. "So, we all found humans that we would... sponsor. These first ones were given some of our spirit. In doing, they took on some of our traits." "The chosen, as they have come to be called, were stronger, faster, smarter and longer lived than normal humans. Depending upon the clan, they also took on other of our abilities. To see the future or the past, look into others thoughts, manipulate the material world. The first of the chosen remained at the head of their human clans for many centuries. They traveled much, spreading the seeds of their unique gift." "The leadership of a clan is not a right of birth, but a consequence of genetics. As the chosen traveled and had children the gift spread out from them. Most often it was dormant, or not strong enough to hear the call. But sometimes, usually once every three to four hundred years, one was born that was strong with the gift. I am sure one of the other clans, Ryujin's probably, could give you the statistics. Anyway, one would be born with the right talents, they would be...pulled to find one of my kind and become the new leader of the clan." "What happens to the old clan leaders?" Michael asked. He had begun to pace on the small stone landing. "They continue. Once one is chosen there is no going back. Understand, they are not immortal, just hardier than a normal human. Catastrophic injuries, explosions, prolonged submersion and... other things... can kill a chosen." Aoife was about to continue but Michael started talking first. "That man used something to kill Ian. The injury was dire but if what you say is true then he should have survived it. From the look of it he was dead almost instantly. So there must be some way, other than being thrown from the top of big Ben, to kill a chosen?" Aoife shook her head slowly. He was quicker than any she had encountered before. Tapping a claw on one of the large boulders on the island she continued. "There is another way. As I have told you there are nine dragon aspects that make up the clans. When the pact was made it was obvious that disputes would arise between the families we chose. The aspects themselves gravitated to sides best described as order and chaos. As is the case with most things in the universe a balance was struck." "Four of the clans on one side, four on the other. Leaving one aspect not biased towards either. This clan became the sentinels of our kind. The watchers and in the end the judge when things came up that were un-resolvable through any other means." "The eight of us agreed that this ninth house would be neutral. That they would be the final arbiters in disputes that concerned the two sides, be it between we dragons or the clan leaders we chose." "To this ninth house was given a talon from each of the eight. Being part of us, it would have the power to destroy the gift in a leader, transferring that power to the neutral house until such time as it could be given to another of our line." "This has only happened three times since the beginning of the pact. Twice on the side of order, once on the side of chaos. Each time, the ninth house called a gathering of the clans. Each time there was a consensus before the action was taken. And each time the clan matriarch or patriarch chose a successor prior to the action being taken. This ensured that the power was transferred to the next chosen as quickly as possible." Aoife paused, her eyes closing as if the remembrance of such things took a great deal of energy to get through. Michael felt her worry and struggle, but also knew that this was important and that he needed to know the whole story. He waited, watching as she composed herself before continuing. "Ian was wonderful leader of the clan. He always found himself to be somewhat lacking but it was not the case. Nicholas used my talon to kill Ian. His intention was not to just kill him, but to take his power, my power as his own." "I have tried to reach out to the ninth clans matriarch with no success. You must understand that Nicholas having my talon can only mean that the ninth has been turned from its neutral stance. This imbalance is incredibly dangerous and something that none of my kind even considered to be possible." Michael stood silently, letting the full understanding of what the implications would be sink in. Sitting on the edge of the stone wall once again, feet hanging over the water, he asked the next logical question. "Why didn't this Nicholas get the power, if it truly was your talon shouldn't he have instantly received Ian's gifts?" Aoife regarded Michael for a few seconds before lithely slipping into the lake making her way towards him. Her head broke the surface of the water at his feet, rising to where she was eye to eye with him. The emerald unblinking orbs captured him. He became lost within their ancient depths for a moment before she blinked and broke the spell. "Ian had already passed on the majority of the gift to you. Since arriving in Nogardshire you have been feeling the effects of the transference. Ian did not accomplish this all at once. It was a gradual thing as he became more and more sure that Nicholas was coming for him. The last bit of the power, the key as it were, he returned to me this morning before his encounter with Nicholas." Michael stood quickly, a heated rage washing over him as he now looked down at Aoife. "You knew. YOU KNEW!" Michael's yell reverberated off the cavern walls. It held a power and rage that seemed magnified by the surroundings. Aoife did not answer immediately. She simply raised her eyelid in surprise at being yelled at. It was something that rarely occurred. It was just one more thing that set Michael apart from those that had come before him. Raising her head up to his level once more, she continued. "We are not pre-sentient Michael. We do not know what the future will hold any more than you do." "With eight thousand years of experience are our guess's more accurate than yours? To be sure. However, until an event actually takes place there is always the opportunity for free will to intervene. It was Ian's wish that I did not. I know some of the reasons why, others were his alone. In any case, Ian has passed from this life. This leaves you as the heir to the throne as it were. As with all things, the choice is yours to accept the mantle or not. Michael stood watching her for a long time. All of the ease and hope he had found last night with Tera and Valerie seemed to be evaporating around him. Either he had gone insane and none of this was real. Or everything that Aoife had told him was the truth. Neither option did much to alleviate the weight which he now felt squarely lay upon his shoulders. "If all this is the truth, if I have fallen down the proverbial rabbit hole. What is next, what is expected of me, when do I have to decide? Michael's question had an air of resignation that Aoife did not understand or particularly appreciate. "This is a gift Michael, not a curse. Are there responsibilities that come with being a chosen? Yes there are. Just as there are responsibilities in living life or finding love, or any of the other myriad acts that make us answerable or responsible to others." "No one lives a truly solitary life Michael. All of us interact with others; all of us take on their burdens as our own in some shape or form. Am I asking you to be a normal man? No, most definitely not. But I am also not asking you to be any closer to normal than you already are. You are unique Michael. You have been since the moment of your birth. Every sentient being is." "Do you have abilities, potential, a destiny that others do not? Most assuredly. Does this make you inherently different from anyone else? Not in the least." "What I offer is yours by birth. It is not a gift or a curse. It is part of who you are, what makes you... you." Aoife's eyes closed as she watched her words sink in. Michaels head raised a bit. Some of the light returned to his eyes. She sighed in relief upon seeing a small weary smile find it's way to his lips. "How long?" Michael asked again. This time there was no anger or fear in the question. Simply the acceptance that the decision was his to make. "Three days Michael. You will need to choose one way or the other before the moon rises three days hence. I know that you have a thousand questions. I am here Michael. Go, rest for a while. Let the understanding of this, of me, of who you are settle. When you are ready, return. I will answer any questions you have." Michael slowly nodded his head. His remaining energy was quickly running out. "Thank you for telling me Aoife, and thank you for always being there. The more I think back, the more times I find where your subtle hand guided my choices. Thank you for honoring me with your true form as well. It was shocking to say the least. But I am grateful for your trust. I will let you know as soon as I can." Michael stood looking at Aoife for a long moment. Capturing her image in his mind before slowly turning and walking up the stairs toward the morning light which now glowed gray at the entrance far above. ............... The interior of the crypt was lit by a single torch placed in the stone floor at the center of the room. It took a moment for Michael's eyes to adjust to the shadowy interior. As the details began to reveal themselves Michael began to count. '12, 16, 18, 22' Twenty-two spaces dug into the earth to hold the clan dead. Nine were covered with ornate capstones, each emblazoned with the richly detailed image of a dragon. Some were simply the head, others the entire body. Some sitting, some standing, some with wings outstretched. All had been here so long that there was no way to tell by looking at them what order they had been placed. All, that was, but the last. It lay on the floor beneath one of the niches. The white marble glowed in stark contrast to its gray counterparts. The image carved upon it was of a dragon in flight, wings caught eternally by the wind as it flew towards unknown shores. Two men emerged from the shadows to stand at the front of the litter. They began a low rhythmic chanting as, with a gentle touch, the men slowly slid Ian's body from the litter into the alcove. Their chanting increased in pitch and tempo the further the body drew into its final resting space. As Ian's shrouded head was laid softly on the limestone they held a long bass note that seemed to grow and gain energy as it echoed within the confines of the crypt. As the note finally faded the men hefted the cap into place. Tears came unbidden to Michael's eyes as they turned to leave Ian to his rest. Tera's hand slipping around his waist pulled him back from the brink of despair. Her energy gave him the strength and the will to move on. Exiting the burial chamber Michael looked to the sky. The clouds had broken just a little. For a moment the sun shone down on the valley and it erupted in a brilliant green that took on an unreal hue under the light and rain that had preceded it. Michael smiled as Valerie detached herself from Millie and came into his arms. He could do anything with them at his side. And he would move heaven and earth to make sure that they were always with him. Millie smiled as she watched the three of them embrace. She found their ability to acknowledge the love and need and joy between them, even in the face of such tragedy, uplifting. "We will need to get started, soon." Nigel's words brought Millie back to the moment. With a soft squeeze of Nigel's hand, she nodded her head. "I know, Nigel. Tomorrow will be soon enough. Tomorrow, they will be ready." "Make the arrangements, we need to leave early. There is a long way to go and no time to do everything that needs to be done." Nigel shook his head and moved off, dialing a number on his cell phone. 'Time for one last trip,' he thought as the line connected and he started making the arrangements. The break in the sky was filled by dark clouds, dropping the valley into pale grayness again. The shift causing Millie and Michael's eyes to find each other. The light was the same shade the morning after Ian's death. The first morning of Michael's new life. ............... Millie had waited by the entrance throughout the night for Michael to return. There was so much to do, and so little time to do it. 'Ah well, we do as we must with that which we are given.' Millie thought to herself as she watched the moon slowly dip towards the horizon. Nigel had come to her a few times bringing warm tea and a blanket for her. They sat silently outside the small building in the center of the maze, neither of them saying anything, simply comforted by the other's presence as they both processed their loss of Ian. Just before dawn Nigel returned and sat next to her, wrapping his arm around her. "I have made the calls. Our three friends understand and send their deepest condolences. They will also be ready when we tell them. I also began the arrangements. Day after tomorrow at mid-morning, we will hold the ceremony for Ian." Nigel's words were hushed, as if saying them in a louder voice would make them truer. "Thank you, Nigel. I appreciate you getting things arranged. It is going to be a very busy few days." Millie said as she leaned against Nigel's shoulder, the stress of the day finally threatening to overwhelm her. Nigel held her tightly in the pre-dawn as she wrestled with consciousness. Both of their hearts had been broken on this day that seemed would never come to an end. Michael stepped out into the early morning light. It was a gray morning. Thick clouds hung close to the earth, as if a shroud had been pulled over the world. Michael thought it fitting, considering the events of yesterday. "Michael," Millie said as she walked over to him from where she had been sitting. Nigel had left just a few moments before, to check on the increased security measures. "Hello, Millie," Michael said, the fatigue evident in his voice. "I know you are exhausted but there is one more thing we need to do before we can both get some rest." Looping her arm in his they walked slowly through the twisting hedges of the maze making their way back to the castle. Entering through a side door, Michael and Millie encountered only two security guards as they made their way up an ornate wooden staircase towards one of the castle's towers. The heavy oak door opened soundlessly as Millie and Michael entered Ian's study. Millie paused. All of the moments here with Ian came rushing back to her. A crisis solved around Ian's desk. The naps taken on the soft worn leather couch. Making love in front of the fireplace. Watching Michael grow from a boy to a man. She had shared so much with Ian in this space. Closing her eyes she could feel his presence. His arms around her waist as he kissed her hello after a trip. His lips on her nipple as they made love. The sound of his laughter, as he played with Valerie. The loss of him suddenly became overwhelming and Millie gently slumped against Michael, who was walking slowly into the room at her side. Michael pulled Millie into his arms. Angling towards the couch he sat her gently in the soft confines of the supple leather. Looking around he found a crystal decanter on a side table. Walking over to it, he poured three fingers of fiery amber liquid into a glass and handed it to Millie. She looked up at the proffered glass as Michael's strong hand came gently to her shoulder. "Drink this. I can't imagine how you are still moving after everything that has happened. Is there anyone I can call to help, you really need to get some rest." Michael's words were a comfort as he knelt before her, the concern showing in his eyes. "I'll be fine, Michael, thank you." Millie said as she took a small sip of the whiskey. "Please," Millie said motioning towards the large desk in front of the large rose window. "In the top center drawer of the desk there is a small stack of letters. Please bring them to me." Michael could see the strains of the past twenty-four hours quickly catching up to Millie as he turned from her and walked to the desk. It was an ornate beast. Made from a gleaming reddish/black wood that Michael couldn't place, it was the focal point of the room. Almost double the size of a traditional desk it sat on large claw feet. It felt more like the bridge of a ship than a simple desk to work at. As if from behind it you could command legions. He wondered as he slid the chair from its place and opened the drawer what tales this thing would tell if it could. The small stack of envelopes was the only thing in the drawer. Michael lifted them out gingerly, surprised to see his name on the top one. Walking back to Millie he placed the small stack in her outstretched hand. "Thank you." Millie said as she slid the top envelope away from the others and handed it back to Michael. "Ian wrote these yesterday morning. He knew that something was coming, that he would not have the time he had hoped for to explain things. Ian did not want it to be this way, he so wanted to pass on what he knew, to help you down the path you now find yourself on." Millie paused, her throat closing up with the emotions that buffeted her like waves in an angry sea. She was grateful for Michael's hand as it took her own, giving her the strength to continue in a halting voice. "It was not to be. Nicholas made sure of that. I know you have been through a lot Michael. Don't be overwhelmed. It will get easier, more real. For now, stay here, read what Ian wrote. I will find you later today and answer whatever questions I can." Millie rose slowly. She gave Michael a weak hug before walking slowly from the room. Michael hoped she would be able to rest. Pouring a drink... which he downed in one gulp, and then refilled... he looked at the envelope in his hand. His name, in formal flowing script was written across its face. It looked like a wound on the pale beige parchment. Sitting in the overstuffed leather chair by the cold fireplace he broke the ornate wax seal and began to read. Michael, I will dispense with the pleasantries of how sorry I am that I am not able to help you through your transition. Nor will I try to persuade you in your decision. As it always has been, the decision to become a Chosen lies with the intended, and with none other. It is strange to be writing this. For so many years, since the day you were born, I have watched you grow into the man who now stands at a precipice. Your old life lies behind you. By simply turning from the edge, by retracing a few steps back, you can continue forward on that path as if none of this has happened. Or, you can close your eyes and, with a single step, abandon yourself to the void of the unknown. It will not be a pain free fall, Michael. All I can promise you is that you will land on your feet. The landscape of your life will change in ways you cannot imagine should you take this leap, and allow Aoife to mark you as the chosen of the clan. Millie is there... at least it is my great hope that she is. She knows much, Michael. Listen to her. Ask her the questions you have. Between her and Aoife you can get a pretty clear picture of what is to come, what is expected of you, and what your responsibilities will be. Note I said a 'pretty clear' picture. There are no absolutes, Michael. Everything can change in the blink of an eye, as you well know. And most things usually do just that, change while your not looking. You will learn things in the next few days that will make your blood run cold, things that will enrage you beyond anything you could have imagined. You will find new heights of joy. All of these and the myriad of emotions in between will be your 'part and parcel', should you choose to step into this particular abyss. When faced with the same choice, I agonized over it until the very last moment. In the end the siren's call of an undiscovered life pushed me over that edge. I have never regretted it for a moment. There is so much more I would like to tell you. So many other little things... details and tricks learned over more than three hundred years that could help you with what is to come. But that is simply not to be. You can trust Millie and Nigel. They have been my companions and friends through most of my long life. Millie will explain it to you. But keep your eyes open, Michael. Each of the chosen find ones to accompany them on the journey. You have found two already. Keep Valerie and Tera close, Michael. Loving and being loved makes facing the possibility of eternity much more palatable. Watch over Millie for me. She gave up so much, choosing to live her life at my side. Please protect her, and let her know that I shall love her... always. Live well, Michael, Ian Michael held the letter loosely in his hand. His eyes closed as he let Ian's words sink in. The hope of psychosis slipped further away as the reality of his life and the choice that he had to make crystallized. He needed to see Valerie and Tera, needed to feel their all too human heat next to him. Standing to go find his mates the concussion from an explosion nearby sent him sprawling to the floor. The stained glass window behind Ian's desk fractured under the pressure, showering him with a stinging mist of color. It was replaced by thick black smoke that engulfed the room. Michael coughed as he crawled towards the door. 'Nicholas.' The name flamed to the front of his mind. He had taken Ian, wanting Aoife's power. It seemed that yesterday had not provided Nicholas with enough blood. Making his way out of the room and rising. Michael took the stairs two at a time. Valerie and Tera the only things in his now focused and wrath filled mind. \* *Edited By TeNderLoin*

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Title: Medusa: Fate's Game Ch. 05 Tags: nonhuman sex, monster girl, fantasy romance, greek mythology, lamia, large breasts, monster romance, breast worship, drama, bisexual \~\~Otrera\~\~ Otrera looked down at herself, and sighed. She was naked, lying down in the grass, and staring up at the moonlit sky. Her head rested upon the lap of a nymph that was combing her long black hair. Another nymph was massaging her legs and working her fingers into the tight muscles. They never said anything, the beautiful women touching her, but they smiled, and giggled — so they had voices at least — and traced her many scars with their fingertips. She had much darker skin than the typical Greek; perhaps they found the pink scar tissue on her dark skin interesting? Not a one of them had a scar, not Perseus or the nymphs. The nymph combing her hair was a taller, curvy creature with heavy breasts that nudged against Otrera's forehead every so often. The one who'd been having anal sex with Perseus only a couple hours ago was the one working her legs. The little woman had some strength to her, and Otrera groaned when her fingers managed to wear down the tightness in her quads. Her noises earned some more giggles, but she didn't care, she was being pampered and gods damn it, she deserved some pampering. Andromeda and Perseus were a good ways down the river. The hidden garden was large enough that anyone could have their privacy, and from what Otrera could hear, Andromeda was enjoying her privacy a lot. The water carried her husky moans along the river and around the Hesperides' garden, enough so the nymphs smiled at each other, and more than once got a little frisky with Otrera's body. She let them. How many years had it been since a man or woman had touched her? Hard body, short, thin, lean, small breasts, she was a tiny warrior and that didn't make for many sexual opportunities. Was it so much to ask for some sexual relief? After hearing the moans of Andromeda, it was starting to get to her too. A minute later, she reached up, took one of the busty nymph's hands, and set it on Otrera's breasts. The nymph giggled, got the idea, and instead of combing the Amazon's hair, started to massage her breasts with both hands. And Otrera melted into it. Hands, on her body, kneading her pert breasts and caressing her nipples in circles with thumbs. Fingertips teasing along their undersides. Gods, she needed— "Otrera." Quirking a brow, she looked between the two nymphs. They smiled at her, but otherwise continued to caress and spoil her. Could have just been her mind? "Otrera." No, definitely not her mind. She stood up, glanced around, and then looked at the nymphs. "Hear that?" They shook their heads. "This... is your garden, right? If someone was here, you'd know?" They nodded. Of course they'd know, they were nymphs, the Hesperides. She frowned, reached down to pick up her scabbard, and started walking toward the noise. With a hand on the sword grip, ready to draw at a moment's notice, she stepped into the garden with slow steps on bare feet. It wasn't that she didn't realize she was investigating a mysterious voice whispering her name, alone, in the middle of the night, in a secret garden. It wasn't that she didn't understand how stupid she was being, going alone into the middle of the garden where the trees were dense, to pursue the voice the nymphs did not hear or sense. But... "Otrera." But the voice called to her, like a shadowy caress on her spine. It danced on her skin, worked up her toes where they touched the soft grass, ran up along her naked body until it tingled on her neck. It was quiet whisper, and she could taste its depth, like smoke. Even smell it. The moonlight broke a trace of light through the canopy. It glimmered along the golden apples of the center tree, and over the mask that sat upon the boulder next to it. Like a scene straight out of a poem. She walked over to the boulder, naked as a bird, sheathed sword in hand, and a beam of moonlight shining down on both her, and the mask. The black mask, with its weird, swirling lines of silver. Eye-holes, a parted mouth, and a thick body of obsidian; not a material she recognized. She wanted to say rock or some weird metal, but neither rock nor metal could carry black that deep. And the world came to a stop. The breeze silenced, the leaves stopped rustling, and all was quiet. Her breathing slowed, but each breath was shallow and hard. Cold, but not cold. Like a heavy fog pressed down on her, but she could not see or feel it. Like someone was covering her mouth with icy fingers. But a fool she was, and she took another step toward the mask. "Otrera." It spoke. Faint shimmers of white glowed from its eyes and mouth when the quiet voice slipped from its black frame. "... who are you?" It laughed, a dark and covered sound, like someone speaking from underneath layers of rock. "Does it matter?" "Of course it fucking matters. You're a mask." She was whispering. She didn't know why she was whispering, but it felt like the right thing to do. It's not like what she was doing was wrong, or that it would matter if Perseus or Andromeda caught her; and yet, she whispered, like it was a dark, dirty secret. "Does Andromeda know you can talk?" "No," it said. Again, more laughter, raspy and layered. "Are you... enjoying my gift?" She froze. "Gift. Being a Fate's Child?" "Many lives... to make, Amazon Queen. Do indulge," it said. It talked well, for a mask, but its voice was smoke and death. The sort of voice she imagined the darkness held, when wolves and lions prowled within, hungry. A voice of teeth and bloodlust, harsh and filled with rasp, alongside deep waves of power like a rumbling earthquake, but all spoken through layers of earth and metal, as if from a prison. "Indulge? I took the gift so I can — the fuck am I telling you for?" She stepped closer to the mask, and stared down at its unmoving form. For all she knew, she'd gone crazy and was hearing voices. "Ares's favor will not come, little Amazon." She growled. "Fuck you." "And while... god of war cares not... for Amazons' failures, I am... intrigued... by your stubbornness." "Yeah well, it runs in the family." "Ah... family." The mask chuckled, and for a while, the white glow ceased. But it returned as a gentle mist once more, and the verbose mask began again. "My sisters... not be kind to one... obtained the gift... unsanctioned means." "Sisters... gift..." She took a step back. "W-what are—" "Hush... little Amazon. The gift... yours to use, and use freely. The strength of many lives... bless your vessel. You are powerful... hard to kill, and glory... drawn to you as you it. But Ares will not care. And your life... eternal torment... Fates capture you." "That won't happen. Not if Andromeda succeeds." Stop talking to the mask. Stop talking to the mask. The laughter returned, hushed and deep. "Only when... sea runs red with blood... will the sorceress's ambitions be met." "But—" "And when all your hopes... and dreams... come crashing down around you, Otrera... Amazon Queen, I'll be there... help you. With me... can make something of the mess of bone and blood Andromeda... will create." She took another step back. Her sword was shaking in her hand, and fingers were turning pale. "H-how?" "A Fate's Child can wear a... Moirai mask... and live." Its voice faded like dying mist, but just on the edge of her hearing, she could hear its call. The glowing of its eyes disappeared, and the darkness that closed in around her along with it. But the coldness remained on her spine. She brought a hand up to her lips. "Wear—" "Wear what?" Otrera jumped, spun around, drew her sword, and landed with the blade pointing in front of her. Andromeda stood there, face calm, steady, and just as naked as Otrera. Even with the Amazon's sword only inches from her chest, Andromeda didn't move or flinch. Hard as stone, her new leader was. "Did I startle you?" "You uh... you did." Otrera sighed, relaxed, and sheathed her sword. It was the first time she'd ever seen the sorceress nude. A tall woman, with tawny skin like Perseus, and just as smooth. Smooth except for one grand scar across the center of her chest. How had she received such a nasty thing? Still, it did nothing to detract from her beauty, her lean and tall frame, her long and wavy blonde hair, and her breasts. They didn't have the weight or mass of the curvy nymph's breasts, but they were still plentiful, and Otrera licked the inside of her lips at the sight of them. But Andromeda's cold gaze and hard chin cut through the atmosphere like a killer's knife. Whatever Perseus did to seduce such a deadly woman, Otrera could not fathom. "You said wear," Andromeda said. She stepped around Otrera, reached out, and picked up the mask. Otrera thought its eyes might start glowing white again, but the mask remained lifeless. "I wouldn't advise it. I put this mask on twenty people, and twenty corpses later, it had the blood it needed to fuel your ritual." Otrera gulped. The mask told her she could put it on. Not after hearing about the many people killed wearing it, she likely wasn't! "I'm surprised you just leave this thing out. The Fates are after it, Bellerophontes is after it, and apparently so are a giant, and Medusa herself." Otrera stuck out her free palm, and smiled. Andromeda grinned in return, a small one more befitting a stalking lioness, and put the mask in Otrera's hand. It had weight. For a moment, Otrera was sure it would start speaking again, but the mask remained silent while she turned it around in her fingers. Thick, black, the inside held none of the chaotic silver lines like on its face, but instead, pure obsidian night. "My magic hides us from their eyes, while my eyes can find many things, if it were to somehow go missing," the sorceress said. Otrera did not miss the veiled threat. "And besides, the nymphs cannot leave, they enjoy my presence — or Perseus's at least — and he is my lover." Andromeda leaned in a little closer, and unless Otrera's eyes were fooling her, the sorceress was smiling. "That leaves only you." "You do trust me an awful lot." She handed back the mask. When Andromeda plucked it from her, Otrera started breathing again; she hadn't noticed she'd stopped. "Then maybe I'm a little naive. I saved your life, and I'm the only means you have of getting what you want. Would you betray me?" Smiling, Andromeda walked back over to the large rock, and set the mask down upon it. "And besides, we are both victims of fate. I understand your plight more than you know." "More than I know because you won't tell me," Otrera said, and she frowned at the taller woman. Andromeda nodded. On her toes, she plucked a golden apple from the night's canopy of branches, and took a bite. Just like any normal apple, and she tossed it to Otrera after doing so. "It's personal. Is saving your life and giving you the power of a Fate's Child not enough to convince you we're aligned?" "No, it isn't." She was no fool. But, the apple in her hand did look exquisite, and after turning it around a couple times, she took a bite as well. A shiver ran up her spine, not cold but excited; the apples were not for humans. When no lightning struck her dead, she smirked, and took another bite. How delightfully defiant. "I see." The sorceress stepped out of the wood, Otrera behind her, and she walked along the small forest patch's edge back toward where she left Perseus. The beautiful man was laying down on the grass, naked, with a couple nymphs snuggled into his arms. Asleep; and after fucking every nymph — Andromeda too — all damn day long, she couldn't blame him. Andromeda smiled down at her lover. "Perseus and I are both pawns, sacrificed at the whims of others. I will have my revenge, and then I'll make sure it never happens to another soul," the sorceress said. "Now, I go to prepare the ritual to destroy the necklace, in case that persistent bastard can track it here. Do you wish to watch?" A sea of blood flowed through Otrera's mind. "N-no... I'm good." What sort of maniac had she sworn fealty to? She wanted to help Andromeda, and she believed in her dream! But swimming through endless red to get to it wasn't what she had expected. "Very well." Andromeda rotated her shoulders, sighed, and looked up at the sky. "Bellerophontes is proving most difficult to kill. I have failed once, and now you." Chuckling, the sorceress motioned her head toward Pegasus. The beautiful, large white horse stood by a tree, sleeping. He'd fly away if he could, but for the gold ring of thorns and spikes still on his muzzle. "This time, both you and Perseus shall go. We will set the trap, lure him in, and kill him." "Trap? We have a trap?" "Of course. And you — with a new necklace of course — will be the bait." "Lovely." The sorceress shrugged. "This time you will have Perseus's aid, and more. Much more." \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~Medusa\~\~ The Chimera healed so fast, Medusa found herself staring at him. Just a couple days ago, he'd been cut open enough to have killed Darian and her twice over. But now, he walked like it hadn't happened, like he hadn't been stabbed a dozen times with spears, and had his side butchered. Forever a force of stone and momentum, Chimera walked forward and approached the beach. How Darian had managed to beat such a monster, she could not comprehend. Even with the aid of a flying horse, her lover would have had to drop a mountain on him to kill him. Her poor Darian. Chimera held him in his arms — so tiny compared to the giant — and he hadn't managed even the smallest protest. He was sweating, coughing, and his body shivered with blood loss. He'd live, he was sure of it, Chimera was sure of it, but Medusa couldn't help but glance his way every few minutes. The arrows she'd pulled from his body were not normal arrows; they were huge, and their tips gleamed with a metal she did not recognize. She looked up. The sun was setting, gentle and orange, and the sea breeze smelled wonderful. Sand shifted underneath her belly scales, and she reached down to scoop some of it up before letting it fall between her fingers. "Gallea? Pinna?" she said. No answer. She scanned the horizon. In front of her was the Myrtoan Sea, south of the Argolic Gulf they'd left. Her island was out there, and try as she might to forget it, she longed for the familiar embrace of her cage. But, she knew it was stupid, and she would not let such self-destructive desires lure her back. "Gallea? Pinna?" She slithered further down the beach. Where would a satyr couple hide? "Who do you speak of?" Chimera said. Darian was asleep in his arms; the giant's deep voice must have been soothing. "I told you we came on a magical ship. Gallea and Pinna are its... caretakers, I guess. I'm not sure what their role is, other than helping Darian." It was such an odd choice, satyrs to care for a ship of the dead. "They're satyrs. A lovely couple! And Pinna is so nice." The giant rumbled. "Satyrs are musicians and storytellers. They must be working with the Fates to create a tale." "I... I... that does make sense." And then the choice wasn't so odd. Of course the Fates would want someone to spread the tale of Darian — Bellerophontes. She frowned, and flicked her tongue at the air. It didn't mean they were bad, or going to betray them, but it did mean Pinna hadn't told her. Chimera rumbled again, and took several long sniffs of the air. "I do smell them." "Oh? Are they near?" "No. They passed by yesterday." The huge brute stepped back up onto the nearby grass, and looked out over the rolling hills before down at his feet. "One has walked this path several times. The woman, only the once. To leave." Medusa tilted her head, slithered up to join the Chimera, and gazed at the grass. All she could see was green and dirt, but grass was all the giant needed to tell the gender of a satyr. He was such a better hunter than her. "And if you and Bellerophontes both left from here, then the female satyr's tracks followed you." "What? But I don't understand. They should have—" "They had to see," Darian said, voice cracked and dry. "Darian, you're awake!" Medusa raised her torso up to lean over her lover, and planted several kisses on his forehead. The Chimera rolled his eyes and looked away, and she hissed at him for good measure. "Yeah... I think." He coughed, and shuddered a few times in the giant's arms. "Chimera is right, they're storytellers. I was wondering how they'd tell this tale if I didn't share it with them. I didn't think either of them capable, but one of them must have tracked us, tracked me, and watched from afar." "I... that... I don't believe that. Pinna and Gallea were nice people." Medusa slithered in a large figure eight along the sand. The giant grunted. "I would have seen them if they had followed me." "Yeah, well, they work for the Fates. This fancy armor I'm wearing isn't the only gift they've given, I'm sure." He coughed, grumbled, and shook his head like dislodging a spirit. "It doesn't matter. We need them." Nodding, Chimera set Darian down onto the grass to sit, before he stepped out onto the beach and pointed his hand at the sea. The snake tattoo still had red eyes from whatever strange magic Chimera had worked when speaking to Gaia. The idea that the giant had spoken to Gaia herself still made Medusa shiver. "... the taint in your bauble. Whatever it is, its source is out there." He gestured to the great blue before them. "But not within Gaia's grasp, as if afloat. Hunting this devil will be troublesome." Darian groaned as he shifted his weight, reached up to his neck, and lifted the necklace he was wearing. It glowed white, the same white Medusa had seen in the man's eyes when they met. More shivers. "The only thing Otrera had that seemed relevant. Except for the woman herself," Darian said. "You've sssssaid her name a few times now. Who is Otrera?" Medusa slithered back up the beach to Darian, and circled him in her usual coil. And with familiar comfort, Darian leaned back against her scales before letting his head relax backward onto her. He grimaced, and clutched at the glowing pebble in his hand. "Someone, I... someone I ruined. You really wanna know?" His eyes fell to the sand. He raised the necklace over his head, and dangled it across where the sand and grass met. "I do." She stroked his hair, combed it with her fingers, and caressed his ear. Soon, the man leaned into her grip, and she smiled as she laid herself down along her snake half near his head. The more she could continue to touch his hair, his face, his neck and shoulders, the more she could convince herself he hadn't just nearly died. "It's a pretty ugly story." "That's ok." He chuckled, held up the glowing pebble in front of his eyes, and smirked at Medusa. "I know you'll forgive me. But that doesn't mean I've forgiven myself for it." "Forgive yourself?" "Dealing with him"—the small warrior gestured to the colossus near the water—"was only the first thing King Iobates asked of me. There were others, some I'm not proud of. Like... dealing with the Amazons." His sigh cut the air and silenced the sea breeze. All she could hear was his voice, and the weight in it. "They were causing trouble for his borders. And because I was a damn idiot who believed everything he said at the time, I defended those borders. The Amazons liked to use the woods, and Iobates's army was useless in them. So..." She squeezed his shoulder. Every time the man talked about his past, it was nothing but pain and misery. The best she could do was be an ear to his woes. "So you killed them all." Chimera chuckled, a deep rumbling sound, and walked over to stare down at the two of them. Darian snarled. "Fuck you, how would you know? You were asleep in a hole in the ground." "I know you better than most. I tasted your blade." The giant leaned down, and sneered. "I know how someone like you would fight. A fox. Sneaky, fast, and strong when he needs to be. You would have walked into that forest alone, and where an army could not go, you would have. You'd have beaten the Amazons at their own game, and used the densest trees to force them into small skirmishes, a few of them against you at a time. And only when their army was too deep in the woods to flee on horse back would you have gone on the offensive. Only when their escape was impossible would you have shown your true skills, and slaughtered them one at a time, with the trees as your shield." Medusa stared at the brute, mouth agape. How dare he! How could he accuse her Darian of such brutal tactics. But, when Darian lowered his head, her heart sank with it, and the heavy silence returned. "... it was the only way," Darian said. Chimera nodded. "I am sure it was a glorious battle." Darian got up, shaking and shivering. His armor, which he refused to take off while they traveled, could not hide the wounds in his limbs. And when he approached the giant, Medusa could see the hole in the back of his armor the arrow had left. Chills ran down her snake spine each time she saw it. "It was a slaughter," Darian said. Clutching his side with one hand, he reached up and pressed against the towering giant's stomach with the other. Of course, the Chimera did not move, and Darian growled at him. The giant rumbled a laugh. "Do you feel remorse for their deaths?" "I..." Medusa got up, slithered over to the giant, and pushed him. Tail anchored, she pushed her hands into his chest, and forced him to take a step back. "Leave him alone." "It's ok Medusa. He knows me well. But not as well as he thinks." The small warrior waved a hand, dismissing the giant, before he limped over to the water and stared out over the sea. "Ok, so our target is somewhere, but you can't pinpoint them from the necklace." Chimera nodded, and stepped over to stand beside the small warrior. From behind, the difference in their size was insane, and it made Medusa's jaw drop. Darian's head reached the giant's hip, and no higher. Even a tall man's head would not have reached the monster's waist. And when the giant held out his hand for the bauble, it dwarfed Darian's, like a kitten's paw in the hand of a lion. The Fate's Child handed the Chimera the glowing necklace. Chimera raised it up, sniffed it, and eyed it like a banker eying his wares. Medusa slithered over the sand to join them, and smiled when she found the giant frowning. His face was always either stern or confident in its smile; to see him frustrated like an upset child was a pleasant change. "Magic, but it does not smell of the Fates. Your taint is not here, instead—" The necklace shattered. Darian jumped back, Medusa slithered away with a snap of her length, and the Chimera stepped back with a grunt. "... what in Tartarus." Reaching down, Darian got to a knee and scooped up the remnants of the necklace. What little white glow it had was gone, and all that remained was the shattered pieces of an ordinary pebble. Medusa plucked a piece from his palm, then another, and frowned when her efforts to piece them together failed. But it earned a chuckle from Darian, and she smiled back at him. "Chimera touched it last," Medusa said. Chimera grimaced at her, and she stuck her long tongue out at him. "I don't think that had anything to do with it. It really did just shatter, and stop working, and... and I'm guessing whoever made this necklace doesn't want us using it. Does it still have a scent, Chimera?" The giant got down to a knee, and Darian poured the remains into his huge palm. "... no. The scent is gone. The magic is gone." Darian collapsed onto his back, and stared up at the sky. The wind was sucked out of him, and Medusa joined him, laying down and putting her cheek on his chest. All that work for nothing. Nothing! Chimera rumbled. "You are both children. Get up. You said Otrera is now a Fate's Child." "... yeah." "Then it is her Gaia sensed. She is out there, somewhere. We can find her again." Medusa nodded. "Yeah, we can try again! And this time, we know what we're looking for. We'll catch this Amazon, and make her tell us where Pegasusss is!" She got back up, reached down, and scooped Darian up along with her to set him standing. "Chimera said, if they're on Earth, he can find them. If she's out there, she'll have to be back on land at some point, right? We'll catch her!" Tingles ran down her spine length. They'd succeed on this journey yet, rescue Pegasus, and meet Athena. "Your enthusiasm is limitless," her lover said, and he slipped a hand around her hip to hold her to him. "And Andromeda wa—" "Who?" Medusa said. "I... uh..." He took a small breath, looked to the sunset, and wiped away the grimace sneaking onto his lips. "Let's build a fire. I'm awake now, I'll tell you what happened." \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ "She killed Proetus! And Stheneboea?" Medusa was coiled tight, her human half lying along her scales, and Darian was leaning back against it again, the fire in front of him. Chimera sat across from them, legs folded underneath him, lion pelt hanging behind him from his neck, and ancient eyes staring into the fire. The sun was gone, and the night was misty, the breeze cool and wet. "She did, yeah. And... and... ." Reaching behind and over his shoulder, he found her hand, and pulled it to him to tuck it against his neck with her fingers trapped in his. "I don't know. I was there, and I could have killed them both, and... and I didn't. She did it instead, just to spread word that I'm a killer. Proetus, he... gods, he knew. He knew the whole time, about his wife, about what she did, he knew the whole thing was a lie." She eased her torso a little further along her scales to bring her chin to his shoulder from behind him, and rested it there on her hand where she caressed his collar. "Just because he loved his wife," she said. "Yes! Yes I... I'm such a damn fool. One phrase, one sentence and it... fuck, it just wiped my anger away. Stopped me dead." "Darian, that is good. Good! It's not a bad thing to let go of your rage every once in a while." As she knew all too well. "Yeah, I guess. I did manage to get out of there without killing anyone. Maybe even earned an ally in Patrius some day." "Maybe. But what of Andromeda?" "Otrera said Andromeda was the reason she was able to get so close to Proetus. She's someone important. But I don't recognize her name." Medusa shrugged. They both looked at Chimera, and he rolled his eyes. Human names were probably as important to him as the color of silk. "What I don't understand is how this Amazon can be a Fate's Child. You told me only men are Fate's Children," she said. "Yeah, they are." "And that the Fates bless them when they are very young." "They do." Forked tongue licking the air, she nudged her hair of snakes into her man's neck. "You said she was not so blessed when you defeated her when you were helping King Iobates. So, someone must have done this to her, and if it wasn't the Fates, then... the person who stole the Moirai mask?" The small warrior nodded. "That's what I'm thinking. Whoever stole the mask, and is capable of hiding from the Fates, has to be powerful, powerful enough to maybe use the mask to do... Fate-ish things, like creating a new Fate's Child." The Chimera stirred from his stillness, and reached out to poke at the fire with a stick. "Andromeda may be this person." "Maybe," Darian said. "We'll have to ask Otrera more when we catch her." "We have to wait for Gallea and Pinna if we want to pursue her though, wherever she may be. Chimera says she's out there," she said, and she gestured to the sea down along the beach, "and without a ship, we aren't going to make it far." "Yeah, especially now that people are looking for me... and you." Medusa tilted her head. "Me?" "You let some of the soldiers escape. Word will spread that Medusa is on the mainland." "I... I couldn't... I—" "It's ok. It doesn't really matter, someone was going to find out sooner or later, and it's not like it affects how people are going to react when they see you." Memories of every man she'd met since her transformation surfaced. "I guess not." "And him too." Darian gestured to Chimera, who grunted in return. "We'll have to try our hardest to avoid being seen unless we want a local city hunting us down like a mob." "A mob..." She sighed, and settled back onto her coil. A host of people, marching, screaming, torches and rocks and pitchforks. Farmers and soldiers and everything in between. For her? She shivered. A touch on her knuckles brought her attention back, and she smiled at the small warrior pulling on her fingers. He was looking over his shoulder at her, concern painted on his face. "You ok?" he said. "Me? You're the one who I had to yank arrows out of. You... were screaming, and there was blood everywhere." "Yeah." He got up, crawled over her coils, and lay down across a couple rows of her snake length. Without his armor on, and dressed in his punctured, ruined, stained tunic, he looked so... normal. In his armor, he was a grand warrior, chosen by the Fates, and invincible. He didn't seem so invincible when he was screaming in agony when she had to push an arrow through his leg to get it out. The one in his back though, she was sure was going to kill him tearing it out of him. But he lived. He smiled at her, and when she frowned at him, he raised his tunic to show her his back. Not even a scar. "It'll take more than—" "You were lucky, Darian." She shifted her human half across her coils and laid it atop him. With him on his back on her coils, and her head on his stomach, she looked up at the misty sky, and sighed. "And you were lucky with Chimera. Without Pegasus... if I hadn't been there..." He'd have crushed you. "And luck won't last forever." Chimera rumbled. She hissed. His hand slipped into her snake hair, and she melted against his hard stomach as his fingertips massaged into her scalp. "You're right. The plan was a bad one. But at least we know something now, right?" "Yes, that is true." "One step closer to rescuing my friend. A step closer to meeting Athena," he said. One step closer to them all getting run down by a mob, she thought. "Hey, come on," he said. Mind reader, the small man took her hand, and held it against his chest. "We'll get through this. I'll be more careful, and... we'll come out on top. And hey, what do you want to do once we're done?" "Done?" "Yeah, done. When Athena turns you back human, if we can convince her, what do you want to do?" "I..." She brought a hand up to her lips, and looked down at the ground. The idea was so ridiculous and fantasy, she'd never really considered it. "I don't know. And... and what if she doesn't?" Darian shrugged. "Either way, I'm not going anywhere." He flashed one of his perfect, amazing smiles the sly little bastard must have been practicing since he was five, and tugged on her hand. "I was thinking we find some place secluded, live off the land, just... disappear for a good long while, maybe forever." She wrapped her arms around the man's neck until he was coughing and struggling to breathe, but she didn't let go. He always knew what to say to make all the problems seem so small, and make her heart roll right out onto her palm and into his. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~Darian\~\~ He awoke a few hours later. Proetus and Stheneboea were dead. The reality of that was a stone in his gut. Not happy. Not sad. Not angry? Just... stopped. Revenge on the gods was a fantasy he entertained in his head, but revenge on those two was a real thing he could have taken. But he didn't, he gave it up for Medusa. He wasn't an idiot, he understood how self-destructive and ruinous revenge could be. Being in Medusa's arms was better than a moment's satisfaction in killing two fools. But it wasn't just their deaths. Proetus had betrayed him knowingly. It changed everything. He felt better about it, and that was just absurd. His old friend betrayed him for his wife, just because he wanted to make his wife happy, not because he believed his wife over him. It was so strange to be satisfied by that, but at the same, he could understand it. He could understand doing anything for the woman he loved. The woman he loved. He tripped on the thought, picked it up, and held it in his mind's eye. Love. Gods, careful Darian. Remember what happened with Philonoe? His bed roll stirred, shifted on the grass, and roused his eyes. Weight pressed against his back, and another source clutched at his chest. A split moment of adrenaline told him to jump up, kick, attack, defend himself, but it passed when the familiar touch of Medusa pressed into his neck. Her snake hair liked to cuddle with him when she slept, like puppies in a dog pile against his shoulder. She must have sneaked in closer during the night, and decided to spoon him. The fire was to their back, just gentle embers now, and the Chimera was up on the hill that looked over their spot where the beach met the grass. He smirked, and raised a hand to hold hers where it rested on his stomach. "You alright?" he said. "Just... ssstill worried about you." She pulled him tighter, and shifted some of her snake length so the soft snakeskin of her snake belly lay over his legs. "I was crying, you know, when I had to get those arrows out of you." "You were?" "Mhmm. I was crying, and ssscreaming at you, and crying some more. And you were spitting up blood and screaming too." Her whole body was shivering, snake half too, and her grip on his body grew tighter. "I was so ssscared." The whole event was a blur. He could remember muddy clouds of green and red, movement, sounds kind of like screaming mixed with thunder. Pain was normal, with how he grew up and lived, but he hadn't been near death in a long, long time. "... I was too." "Yeah?" "Yeah." He squeezed her fingers tighter, brought up to his lips, and kissed their tips. "And it's my own damn fault. I let Otrera live, and I made everything harder by not killing anyone on the way out. But..." "But you wanted to, for me." Lips pressed to his neck, and he sighed happily when they traced up to his earlobe. "That means a lot to me. It may have been a stupid idea, considering the situation you were trapped in, but I... I am very happy you didn't kill anyone." He rolled onto his back, and smiled at her while she got comfortable in the nook of his arm. Soon, her head was resting on his chest, her breasts pressed to his side, and his arm was hooked behind her, holding her back. "It was pretty stupid." "It was. Don't risk your life if you don't have to." "I know, I... I know. I just... seeing Otrera again, all I could think about was the horribleness I'd done to her. I used to be ok with it, but now I... I agree with you. There's got to be a better way of doing things than slaughtering everyone in my way, like I did with her clan." And my shitty apology to her probably only made it worse. "Good," she said, and she relaxed into his body. "It's good that you're willing. I know that it won't always be an option, but... it's good to look." He nodded, closed his eyes, and set his head back against the blanket. On his back, with Medusa hooked under his arm and resting on his chest, sleep was inevitable. But Medusa slipped her fingers out of his, where he held them against his chest, and slid them down to his waist. Without ceremony, kiss, or even a word, she wormed her fingers underneath his loincloth, and wrapped them around his testicles. "Hey, what're you doing?" "Enjoying myssself. Shh. I haven't touched you in a couple nights because you were hurt, and now I... I miss touching you. Take off your loincloth." There was an edge of confidence in her voice, something not usually there. He nodded, reached behind him with his other hand, and undid the knot holding the cloth there. "Chimera will probably hear, and see from where he is," he said. She raised her head up off his chest, looked up the hill with her yellow snake eyes, shrugged, and put her cheek back against his torso. "Let him see." It was his turn to melt. Her grip, practiced and familiar on his body, caressed the soft skin of his scrotum, massaged the sensitive bits within, and eased the weight of them back and forth in her palm. She let go for a moment, long enough to take the edge of his loincloth, pull the whole of it away, and toss it aside, before putting her hand back on him. A minute later, his member was fully erect. It lay across his tunic, raised with the occasional flex of his inner muscles, and shifting as Medusa continued to play with the most delicate part of his body. "These are ssso soft," she said. "Like, I could squeeze them, and you'd just break." "Please don't." Chuckling, he tickled her spine with the arm hooked behind her. "Do you think you could fall asleep like this?" Her grip, relaxed and gentle, squeezed around the contours of his testicles with a soft palm, before she slid her fingertips up to the base of his shaft, and wrapped her fingers around it. Then, in a slow and deep motion, she began to stroke him. "I... probably could." He was a man, after all. Orgasms made a man tired, and he was no exception. He wasn't ready to fall asleep again just yet, but the edge of excitement that usually filled him when sex was imminent was replaced with calm tenderness. And that was amazing. He sighed, breathed deep, and massaged Medusa's spine while she massaged his length. Neither in a hurry, neither rushing, Darian closed his eyes and relaxed. The gorgon's cheek was pressed to his chest; no doubt she could hear his heartbeat, and how it was steady. But no doubt she could also feel how aroused he was, with his cock in her hand, hard, and wanting. He raised his hand up from her spine, slid his fingertips between her shoulder blades, up along her neck, and eased them into her snake hair. There, he teased and caressed her array of snakes, but combed them like hair as well, pulling his fingers out against the length of them, before hooking his fingers back at the base of her neck and sliding them into her hair again. She murmured quiet noises, nuzzled her cheek into his chest, and squeezed the base of his member. "You're still hurt," she said, "so you should relax." "I am very relaxed." He was too. His eyelids were getting heavier, his breathing was getting slower, and his body was sinking into his bed roll once more. Having his lover's head on his chest, her snake body over his legs, and her fingers wrapped around his hard girth, was comfortable. Like a warm blanket. Love's embrace, that's what it was. He knew it, and it danced on his lips with taunting need. He wanted to say it, he did, but now wasn't the time; or you're just a coward, Darian. Bellerophon. "How long would it take for you to cum, if I stay slow like this, and only use my hand here?" She squeezed his girth, stroked the length, but kept the motion slow and deep. From the edge of his glans, to the base of his cock above his testicles, she worked her hand in an almost circular rhythm, the same as he would if he was masturbating. But, she never increased her speed, keeping it leisurely instead until it was somewhere between sexual delight, and a deep, massaging feeling. "You're uh... if you stay slow like that? Probably a good long while." "Good." She turned her head, leaned into his combing fingers, and flicked her forked tongue up to lick at his neck. "I don't have one of these, so, it's nice to get to feel it in my hand. I like how it's kind of hard, but still soft enough I can squeeze it." And as she did, she pointed his cock upward, and used her thumb to knead his girth. Always gentle, never hard enough to hurt him, she experimented with the various places on his veined cock she could caress and massage. He was clay in her grip, and he let out the occasional quiet moan when her working fingers sent blissful waves of relaxation into his core, while at the same time he grew closer and closer to release. His breath started to quicken, and his cock started to twitch, as the pleasure built between his legs. Tiny, gentle tingling waves swelled underneath his testicles, above them, and up along the softer underside of his length. Glans growing more sensitive, he started to push his hips into her hand, hot cum filling him and ready to burst. And then she stopped. "H-hey," he said. "This is punishment, for nearly dying." She let go of his cock, ran her fingers under his tunic, and caressed the lines of his abs. "You're not allowed to do that." He opened his eyes, slipped his free arm under his head to prop it up, and blinked at the snake woman on his chest. She turned, put her chin on his sternum, looked up to him, and frowned. "I'm sorry, I—" "I know, I know. I'm not an idiot." Sighing, she buried her face in his chest again before pushing herself up onto her hands. She leaned over him, put both hands against the ground on both sides of him, and smiled down at him. "But you will have to try harder next time." Try harder. The woman over him was trapped between a smile and a frown, and he couldn't help but mimic it. It was the first time he'd ever truly had someone waiting for him, to come back to after a mission. The weight of his own life, now attached to hers, was heavy. But it was weight he wanted to bear. "I will." And he damn well would. "Good." She leaned her weight onto one arm, reached behind her back, and undid the knot of her chest wrap. It fell away, and she tossed it aside to join his loincloth. "But you're ssstill getting punished." He smiled up at the gorgon. The beautiful, busty woman grinned down at him, pressed her heavy, naked breasts to his chest, and chuckled. Reaching down, she found the bottom of his tunic, and started to pull it up. He helped her slip it off over his head, laid back down, put both hands out, and held her hip with one, her back with the other. "I'm so close, come on," he said, pouting. It was a game, but a fun one, and he nudged his hips up against where hers were touching them. "Nope. Punishment." She slithered more of her weight onto his legs, and more. A couple rows of her massive snake body pinned his legs, snake skin shifting along his knees, the soft scales of her snake belly strange and gentle along his shins and quads. She reached up, pinned his hands down against the blanket, and leaned over him. Her breasts were enormous. Hanging underneath her and pulling with their weight, they turned into massive teardrops, each ending in a large, swollen, puffy nipple of pink against her light skin. But he couldn't touch them. He was pinned underneath her, and while he was a strong fellow, a Fate's Child at that, Medusa could overpower him and pin him down if she wanted. And he liked being trapped by her, he was discovering. The serpent shifted her torso up higher, brought her breasts over his head, and eased one of them down onto his face. He needed little encouragement, and opened his mouth to swallow her nipple. Like her, he kept his play slow, gentle, and he suckled on her swollen areola. It was the sort of foreplay that would last all night if they wanted it to. Medusa moaned, quiet and deep. She pulled away so her nipple slipped from his lips, and she dangled her breasts over his face a couple inches out of his reach. "When I was alone, on my island, it was decadess before I learned to enjoy my body." She winced when she said it, but her pain passed, and she nodded when she pressed her breasts down into his chest so she could nudge her nose into his. "Even then, I never really played with my breastsss. A little, sometimes a lot, but not like... not like what you do." "Ah, well... I'm a man, right? Can't keep my hands off of them." Unless they're pinned of course. "They're so soft, and heavy, and—" "You try carrying them around for a hundred years. Sssee how you feel." "I—" Like he weighed nothing, Medusa slipped some of her snake length under his legs, and rolled them. The boar on her island had died a similar way, wrapped in her coils and squeezed to death; he was that boar. She coiled around him one, two, three times, until her snake length had completely wrapped his legs. But the gorgon was an expert, and she had aligned the coil so her human half was pressed to him, chest to chest. And she'd made them stand up, so he was like a tree wrapped in her body. He still had room to move around and wiggle his upper body, but his legs might as well have been roots in the dirt. She pressed her stomach to his, and nuzzled the wrap around her hips against his cock. A moment later, she'd tossed that aside too, and now the two of them were naked, with hips pressed together, and his cock pressed flat between their bellies. Her pussy's lips, warm and wet, rested against his testicles, and soon her juices coated them. The serpent took his hands — she'd been in a sparing mood and had left them out of her coils, thankfully — and brought them to her breasts. With both of them upright, her breasts hung down against her ribs, pressed to them with their weight, and her swollen, large nipples filled his palms. Darian tried to hide his smile; the seductress from the island was coming out again. "Make me cum with... with my breasts." Smiling, blushing, she pressed her hips against him, until her fluids dripped down onto his thighs. "If you do, you can cum inside me." "Even with Chimera so close?" he said. "Even with." She nodded, and pressed her fingers against the back of his hands to push them against her huge breasts. "He can watch, I don't care. Nothing's keeping me from ssspending any night I want with you." Oh, that's what this was about. She didn't want to let any opportunity to be with him pass her by. Ache filled his chest; gods, how horrible she must have felt, just waiting for him to return from a suicide mission. He tried to hide his frown, but Medusa raised her hand, wiped his frown away with her thumb, and smiled at him. She raised herself a little higher, so her breasts were level with his face. Hands resting on his shoulders, she leaned in, and like a dancing snake, moved from side to side to graze her nipples in front of his lips. He groaned. Her curvy body was glorious, and like a hungry child, he leaned in to wrap one of her puffy nipples in his lips. One hand sneaked up her back to caress her spine again, and the other traced a line up her side before cupping her free breast in his palm. The size of it overwhelmed his palm and fingers, flowed over the edge of his grip, and when he pushed his hand up against it, some of its volume spilled onto his wrist. Soft, supple, and weighty, he lowered it back down to rest against her torso, before he started to draw his fingers along its underside, where the breast's weight pulled into a teardrop shape. All the while, he suckled on the nipple in his mouth, licked around her large, pink areola, and kissed the tip of the pink nub between suckles. Medusa's voice turned into mewls and whimpers. Her body wriggled and squirmed against him, pressed into him, and tightened around his legs. Her hand slid into his hair, holding tight and pulling him into her breast. The supple skin covered his face, and he closed his eyes as the heavy flesh buried his lips. She pulled away. A thin strand of saliva ran from his lip to her nipple, and the gorgon reached to her breast with her other hand to catch it. She wiped it away from his lip with a finger, grinned at him with blushing cheeks, and rubbed the wetness into her breast. She reached down after, found where his cock was trapped against her stomach, and teased the swollen tip with her fingertips. Since she'd raised herself higher, his glans was pressed to her clitoris, and she was wriggling against him to push the engorged flesh into his cock. In the mix of her juices, his precum rose to the tip of his glans, and she wiped it away before bringing it up to his chest to draw a line of it along his muscle, warm and wet. Before he could say anything — beg for her to let him cum, most likely — she guided his head to her other breast, and pull him in to place her nipple into his mouth. "Closssse," she said. Her other arm reached up, settled behind Darian's back, and pushed the whole of him tighter to her body. Trapped and pinned to her chest, and happy to be. He devoured her breast, suckled on it a little harder, pulled more of her big areola into his mouth, and massaged the warm flesh with his tongue. And while one arm hooked around her waist to hug her from behind, the other hand kneaded her free breast, but gently. Her breasts were sensitive, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt the beautiful mounds pressed to him. She started to squirm. Her voice came out in short pants, whimpers, and her body quivered. A harsh hiss and her hand tightened on his hair; she was cumming. He stopped licking, but kept her nipple in his mouth, only to caress it with a soft lip while she came. Trickling juices dripped down his length where her pussy's lips were pressed to the head of his cock, and soon coated his balls pressed against her soft belly scales beneath her sex. Every ounce of him wanted to grab her hips and shove her down onto him to sink his cock into her, but instead, he teased his fingers up her spine while she came, and kept his touch on her breasts as gentle as possible while she writhed. Then, with half-closed eyes, she reached down, put a shaky finger on his cock, and guided it into her. Soaked, warm flesh greeted his swollen glans, and between pulses of clenching muscles, the gorgon lowered herself down. Pressed belly to belly, she mewled and wriggled with each inch, until her lips pressed against the base of his length. Tight muscles massaged the whole of his girth, and made him grit his teeth. Every moment inside her was sending pleasure waves down his length into his thighs. Don't thrust don't thrust don't thrust. "A-again," she said. Trembling hands took his shoulder and head, and guided him back to her breasts and her swollen nipples. "You're so mean!" He looked up at from between her breasts. So close to cumming, he could feel the warm liquid building underneath his testicles, but Medusa held still and kept his pleasure on a leash. "Punishment." She nodded, pressed his face back down, and relaxed her arms over his shoulders. Leaning against him, she put her cheek against the top of his head with arms drooping down against his back. It was Elysium. The angle pushed her body into him and squashed his face in her breasts, demanding attention. He wrapped both in his fingers, sank his digits into the overwhelming softness of her bosom, and kissed along her sternum up to her neck. Every time his fingers grazed her nipples, her cunt squeezed on his cock hard enough to stir his juices, keeping him on the edge of orgasm. When he placed his lips around one of her nipples again, her muscles clenched tight, and pulled a groan from him. So tight, every quiver of her muscles had his ripe, swollen glans ready to burst. Suckling pushed Medusa into another orgasm, and her relaxed arms tightened around his neck, pinning him to her breasts. But it was her squirming, wriggling and writhing, that made him cum. Her convulsions and bucking hips were too much. She shook and trembled, and each clench of her muscles around his member milked pleasure from him. Warm cum flooded his length and gushed into her, coating him. He groaned into her body and did his best to hold still, but each twitch of his cock forced a small thrust of his hips, another gush of his cum, and a squeak from Medusa. Juices soaked his testicles, dripped down his legs, warm and inviting. Not wanting to end his climax too fast, he forced himself to hold still, and only eased himself a single inch back and forth inside the gorgon's milking, trembling muscles. It was just enough to massage his swollen glans, fill his length with ripples of pleasure down to his balls, and squirt several more, slow gushes of warmth up his cock and into her awaiting insides, until it trickled out of her and down their bodies. "H... hey...," she said between whimpers. "You weren't supposed to cum yet." "Sorry, I—" She took his jaw into both hands, cupping the sides of his head in her palms, and guided it upward. Taller than him, she had to lean down to kiss him, but she did with the flexibility of a snake. "Ok, next time, I'll treat you," she said. He couldn't wait. They uncoiled from each other, walked down to the sea, and took a moment to clean themselves up, before returning to their sleeping rolls. Sex before bed, it was a routine they'd had back on Medusa's island, and it was a routine he was looking forward to getting back into. Medusa leaned over him, and put a couple kisses on his nose. "Good night." "Good night," he said. A quiet, gentle, woman's voice cut through the dark. "That was lovely." He sat up with a jolt. Medusa did as well, but with her over him and facing down, foreheads collided and sent them both to the ground. Groaning and moaning, he clutched his forehead and rolled onto his knees. "Oh sweet mother of the gods!" he said. "Ow ow ow ow ow." Medusa rolled — not that a snake could really roll when coiled, more like flop — and rubbed her forehead the same as him. "Haha, startled you did I? The great Bellerophontes caught unawares in a woman's bed. Wouldn't that make for a fitting end?" Pinna. The satyr sat down next to the fire, smiled, and waved her fingers at him. There was a mischievous grin on her face he didn't expect, and it made him frown. "How long have you been watching? And how did you get so near? If I didn't hear you, as least Chimera should have," he said, and reached for his loincloth. "I approached, but before I could say anything, Medusa decided to get very friendly. And... well, I'm a satyr." Chuckling, the woman wiggled her fingers in Medusa's direction. "I am very sorry, but seeing how comfortable you looked, and smiling and just... it was very romantic. I couldn't help myself!" Pinna, squatting down with ease, hopped around the fire like a rabbit and came up beside Medusa. "I'm sure I can convince the Fates to let us indulge and add this romance plot to the story." "P-plot?" Medusa said, eyes wide, one arm pulled across her heavy breasts, the other covering her sex. The poor woman, startled and naked. Darian got his loincloth back on, stepped between the two women, and glared down at the satyr. When he did, Pinna stood up straight, and frowned at him before looking around his shoulder to the gorgon. "I'd assumed you figured it out by now," she said. Darian snarled. "We did." Pinna took a step back and held up her hands. "You should know we mean you no harm, and everything we've told you, and the Fates have told you, is true far as I know. But, we're here to record and tell the story." "You could have told me. I thought we were friends." Medusa, slithering left and right as she slipped her wraps back on, did her best to keep Darian between her and Pinna as she dressed. "We are! We... I... I had no choice. We were told to let this first event — whatever that would be — play out without you knowing I'd be watching." A rumbling voice boomed in the firelight. "And how did you watch without me knowing?" The three of them turned. Chimera stood on the edge of the grass, fangs bared, lion pelt on his skull, and one hand held out in front of him. They hadn't heard him coming either. Knowing the ancient beast could stalk around without a sound made Darian nervous. But this time, the sight made him grin. Gallea was in the giant's hand, held up by his horns entwined in Chimera's fingers, and dangling with arms folded across his chest and a frown on his face. Pinna gasped. "Gallea!" "It's ok, ok... I think. He found me, threatened to kill you if I made a peep." The other satyr sighed, and tried to kick out at the giant with his hooves, to no avail. Chimera's arm was more than long enough to hold the satyr far away and out of kicking distance. "And!" Pinna said, "I didn't know you'd be recruiting a giant! You know giants eat people right? Satyrs too! Satyrs, and centaurs, and people. That's who we're using to track the thief?" "It is." Darian smirked. It was a nice change of pace to see the Chimera on his side. "Answer his question." "Ques — oh. I... um, I can't tell you." She winced when she said it, and she looked between Chimera and Medusa with wide eyes. She was afraid for Gallea's life. Afraid, but still unwilling to reveal her secret. Darian frowned, reached down for his sword, and walked toward Gallea. "Darian, don't kill him!" Medusa said. She slithered after him, glancing over her shoulder back to Pinna as she did. Her hand found his shoulder, and tugged on it. "I'm not, don't worry." Well, at least probably not. He drew the sword, and as if the giant could read his mind, Chimera lowered the satyr to the ground, but kept his hooves a few inches above it. Dangling, arms still folded across his chest, Gallea glared at Darian. "Not going to kill me, Fate's Child? What's the sword for then." The sword was pressed to his shoulder a moment later. Darian put enough pressure onto the gleaming, sharp sword to pierce Gallea's skin, and only the skin, but he did it fast enough to earn a gasp and yelp from the helpless satyr. Pinna was beside him in a second, fist raised and swinging at him. He turned to face her in the moment, snapped out with his free hand, and grabbed her throat. The jarring switch of momentum for the satyr made her miss her punch, and her hands squeezed his forearm. But, the satyr didn't have the strength to even move a single one of his fingers. He raised her a few inches off the sand and grass, same as Gallea was, and held her up for her husband to see. The gorgon had her hands up to her lips, covering them, and her snake eyes were wide and terrified. He managed only a tiny glance her way, mouthed 'trust me,' and looked back Pinna and Gallea. Two satyrs, squirming, wriggling, and one of them now strangling to death. Good. "Remember what I told you I'd to to her, if any harm came to Medusa?" Gallea's mouth dropped. "W-wait! Medusa is fine! And even if she wasn't, we wouldn't hurt her!" "You were watching!" Raged poured through his arm, until the satyr started kicking him. Her face was changing color. "You were watching! How'd she do it? Chimera couldn't see you, couldn't smell you, couldn't hear you, you must have done something! Tell—" "Darian! Let her go." The gorgon slithered up behind him, and put her hand on his arm. Like water on fire. He sighed, relaxed his grip, and set the coughing satyr down. She fell back onto her ass, clutched her throat, and frowned at him between the gargled noises of a bruised larynx. He sheathed his sword, threw it down against the ground near his armor, and started to pace. Knuckles cracked, teeth grinded, and his guts boiled. Something about the two satyrs set him on edge, he knew it, but he couldn't control it. Every time he looked at the two, storytellers, poets, liars, the fire worked up his spine into his skull like a piercing migraine. Medusa was by Pinna in an instant. She reached down, helped the satyr stand, and frowned at Darian. "Pinna," she said, and she patted the angry little satyr's raised fist, "can you tell us how you were able to follow us?" "No, of course I can't. I work for the Fates. They'd have me dead if I gave up their secrets, Gallea too." Her head lowered, her fist after, and she turned to take Medusa's hand in one of hers. They were trapped in the Fates' game, same as him. Their eyes followed him as much as them, and it was not pleasant. At least he could defend himself, but the two satyrs seemed about as useful in a fight as children. Medusa slithered over to Chimera, and raised herself to his height, nearly twelve feet tall. "And you! Put him down." The giant grunted, but did as she requested. Darian smirked, and when the Chimera looked his way, he shrugged at him. His lover had a bossy streak when she needed it, but he liked that about her. Gallea hopped over to his wife, and put an arm around her shoulder before glaring at Darian. "Bastard." "Bastard indeed," Pinna added. "Hey!" The serpent reached out, grabbed both satyrs by a horn each, and held them in front of her. Children by the ears. The parallel was too perfect, and it made Darian smile. "Darian's been a pawn of the Fates for a long time, too long. So you'll be nice to him, or I'll turn you both into stone." They squeaked, eyes wide. Darian blinked a few times too. How much had not even a week on the mainland changed Medusa? Smile turned to grin, but he wiped it away before anyone could notice. "Well, they can't tell us how Pinna managed to track us without Chimera knowing. And we need them for the boat so we can continue the pursuit and try and save Pegasus." He got up, walked over to the two satyrs Medusa still held, and frowned down at them. Frowns everywhere. "So, we're back to where we started. You keep helping me, I'll keep not killing you, and when Pegasus is free, we can all go our separate ways." Gallea pulled away, enough that Medusa let him go. "We work for the Fates, not for you." "Work is a weird word for slave labor. And I know slave labor when I see it," Darian said, and he pointed at the V etched on his forehead. Once Medusa let go of Pinna, the satyr came to stand beside her husband again. "We... it's... ok, we're slaves of the Fates. Ok? We're here to help you get back the Moirai mask. And we'll save Pegasus at the same time! Everyone's happy, and you and Medusa can do whatever you want." Through all this, Chimera stood there, quiet as stone, arms folded across his chest. His eyes were on the fire pit, but when Darian glanced his way, the giant returned his gaze and nodded. It was obvious to the both of them: there was a chance they wouldn't be doing both. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~Chimera\~\~ What was he doing with these fools? Chimera listened to their squabbling, their yelling and growling, even some hollering, all while letting the dance of the fire soothe his soul. Or at least tried. But the satyrs whined and groaned, his old enemy was as volatile as ever, and the serpent he'd decided to serve and protect tried to calm them all like a weak-willed mother. It made him roll his eyes, and stare into the fire in search of some solace. None came. He eyed the female satyr. Pleasing to the eye, and probably pleasing to his stomach. The thought earned some laughter; his mother had always told him to not play with his food. What intrigued him more though was trying to decipher her trick. How had she managed to follow him? No beast on hoof or paw could follow him close enough to see him, and him not see them in return. See, smell, hear, one of his senses would have found them; but this girl had avoided his eyes, nose, and ears despite that. Bound to an oath to the Fates, was she? He scratched at his chin through his beard. Would her oath hold if he tore off an arm? He shook his head, focused on the fire, and tried to drown out the arguing beside him. Medusa had defeated him, and there was strength to her that she did not realize. He could. The way she moved, the way her eyes dripped of emotion, the way she hugged her 'Darian' whenever they were alone. Like a mother, standing defiant before a lion to save her child, strength would come to her in a way she would not anticipate. And he wanted to be there to see the serpent monster come to realize her power. What would she do when she realized she was strong enough, powerful enough to destroy villages, armies, and rend entire kingdoms as dust. Or, if Darian's stories were true, turn those within to stone? It would be a sight to behold, and he did not want to miss it. A poor excuse, Chimera. You joined these fools because you were lonely, and it was the first time in ages that another had asked for your presence. He frowned, clicked his teeth to the side, and sat down by the fire. Arm raised, he looked at the snake tattoo bestowed upon him so long ago. Its eyes were still red, and the smell of the Fates' taint lingered. He was going on a journey. A journey to help the Fates, save an old enemy, help a companion, and maybe, just maybe, earn a chance at some revenge too. Bellerophontes talked of Pegasus, but Chimera could see in the way the soldier glanced to him that he expected things to go differently. They both knew violence would come, and it would flood them both before the journey was over. But the journey would be worthwhile either way, if only for a change of pace. "And we're taking him with us?" The male satyr, Gallea they said his name was, hopped over to him. Sitting as Chimera was, the standing satyr was able to look him in the eye, face to face, and frown at him. He smelled of the woods, fur, and deer. "He's liable to eat us in our sleep!" The giant rumbled. "He's proven trustworthy." Medusa slithered toward him, took the satyr's hand into her own, and walked him back to his wife. "I am sure he'll leave us alone, if we leave him alone. And besides, he's our guide. The Fates said he'd be the only one able to track this thief." Chimera tilted his head to the side, and smiled at the back of the snake woman's head. Her snake hair did the same, little heads tilting, and tongues tasting the air around him. Gaia was the one able to track their thief; he was just the messenger. "Where's the boat?" Darian said. He gestured to the dark water of the night. "I was going to summon her, when this bastard sneaked up on me!" Gallea kicked some sand at Chimera, but from far enough away that it didn't reach him. "Sneaked up on by a giant?" Pinna said. "The bastard is giant alright, but more a beast than a giant. Like the dead cat on his back. What kind of cat has horns?" And their rambling continued. This time, they argued about where he came from, knowing full well he didn't plan to tell them. If only they knew what giants were like, back when they prowled the hills and rivers of Greece, and hunted stupid men as much as they hunted goats, and lions, and the dead species that predated them. He reached up to pull back the dead cat off his long dark hair, and let it fall onto his back. "Will your vessel hold me?" They almost jumped at the sound of his voice. Like birds. "She'll hold you," Bellerophontes said. "She'll hold an army." Chimera quirked a brow, and looked to the two satyrs; they nodded. He nodded in return, and again, returned to silence. "Alright then, so what's the plan?" Gallea said. "Chimera says he can still follow the scent of Otrera—" "Who?" "... Pinna can tell you, I'm sure." And the small warrior gave the female satyr a hard glare. But, to the Chimera's hidden delight, she returned it. She had spirit. "So we'll follow her scent as best we can. Wherever she is, she's probably with the thief, so we keep following her. Either she leads us to the thief accidentally, or we capture her, and she leads us to the thief on a leash." "A lot rides on this Otrera person," Gallea said. "Is she the only way?" They all looked to Chimera. "No," he said, and he rumbled deep in his bones as he stood up. "There is another." "Another?" Medusa said. She slithered up to him, and settled into a coil beside him near the fire. Friendly to a fault, the serpent monster. It was, indeed, a nice change of pace. "Wherever they are, they are a blur to Gaia, hard to track. But, she can tell there are two Fate's Children, together... and..." He reached up, put the tattooed arm's hand against his forehead, and listened. Blurry images, covered smells, and muffled noises filled his mind. Two sets of white eyes, and... "And someone else. Not a Fate's Child, but the Earth and Sky know her just as well." "The thief, I imagine," Bellerophontes said. "Then, unless we have need to sssstay, should we go?" Medusa said. "I fear Darian, Gallea, and Pinna will start arguing more the longer we sit still." Chimera nodded. "Summon your vessel, satyr." Gallea and Pinna frowned in unison, but after looking at each other, Gallea walked down to the beach. From his pack, he pulled out a pan flute. Chimera smirked; a fitting instrument for a mischievous creature. It was a collection of cane grass tubes, connected in assorted lengths, long to short. And when Gallea put the tubes to his mouth, the sound that came out was that of mourning. Medusa, Darian, and he as well, the three of them stepped down the beach in the dead of night, and stood behind the satyr who played his tune. He looked down at the two lovers. Both were surprised, and moved by the lamenting sound of gentle, deep notes. For Chimera, it sounded like a time long forgotten, and it made him smile. As the music went on, mist grew upon the dark shore. It was already misty, but mist became fog, and fog turned into a wall of gray even he could not see beyond. Soon, further than a hundred feet was beyond his gaze, blocked by the oncoming mist, cold to his scarred skin and muffling. It became hard to smell, see, or even hear. A blanket of wet cold that weighed down on him and blocked off Gaia's breath. He did not like it. Not at all. He stirred, turned, and started to pace. His heavy body dug through the sand, and his thick feet spread the sand with each step. Growls escaped him, and a deep rumbling filled his chest. Nervous? How long had it been since he'd felt such a feeling? "You ok?" Medusa said. He snarled. "I know this feeling." The hair on his skin stood up, and ice ran down his spine. "You know this feeling? What? What's that—" "They're here." Pinna hopped by them, gave Medusa a small pat on her arm, and joined her husband closer to the water. "Think our new friend will be ok with the crew?" Gallea laughed, put the flute away, and snickered at Chimera over his shoulder. "I'm more worried if they'll be ok with him. Charon's soldiers, and a giant? Well—" "I will be fine," he said. Rumbling, he stepped down the beach to join them, with arms folded across his chest and teeth gritting. "The war was over hundreds of years ago." But maybe, just maybe, this whole journey would give him a chance at a taste of vengeance. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ He stared down at the undead beneath his feet. The deck was strong, and the bars that served as windows to its depths were of metals not made by man. He doubted he'd be able to get down into its belly, to investigate what secrets Charon's vessel hid, and what the undead within may have to say. Their eyes glowed with green mist, not unlike the white that befell Bellerophon, or the Amazon. The color of the Fates. It reminded him of the searing gold of Apollo, the blood red of Ares, the blue of Poseidon. Dozens of colors, each from a pair of glowing eyes. Each coming with sword and spear and a host of power at their beck and call. Like you said, Chimera, the war is over, it has been for hundreds of years. You are the last of your kind, you lost, let it go. No, not when a chance for revenge was delivered to his door. But the Fates were the ones who sent Bellerophontes. And they know you'd snap up a chance to kill them as much as any god. Then they deemed the risk of his aid worth it. How much was this Moirai mask worth to them? Why was it so important? The Fates and their masks. The metaphor was sickening. He stepped up to the front of the ship, and stared into the veil of mist and black. More godly magic, blocking his senses and hiding the world from him, Gaia, and everything in between. It would certainly hide them, just as the thing they were pursuing was hidden. But the Fate's Children were not hidden to him, not completely. He had Bellerophon's scent, and Otrera's, and all Fate's Children. There were others, well and far beyond the world of Greece, too far to be involved, and nothing more than wisps on the wind at that distance, untraceable. No matter. It was Greece where the Fates and the Gods played their games. It would be in Greece where the bodies would pile high. "What in Tartarus did that?" Gallea said. "There's a hole in the back!" When Chimera turned around, the quartet were standing in the center of the empty, huge deck, and while gathering their packs, food, and clothes, Gallea had picked up Darian's breastplate. "The Amazon shot him with some arrows, in the limbs, and one got him in the back." As she said it, Medusa leaned down, and hugged her lover from behind. Bellerophontes nodded, and leaned back into her body. "The arrows were huge, and the tips were some kind of weird metal I've never seen." "Keep one?" Pinna said. He shook his head. "No, uh, I was a screaming mess at the time." "Me neither. I... just threw them away. I didn't know." The gorgon sighed, and hugged her lover tighter. Chimera watched, quiet as stone, still as the Earth, and waited as always. The warrior and the serpent, they moved as one, holding each other's hand when they talked, when they looked at each other, when they breathed. Like a school of fish. Did they know how lucky they were? "I don't know if we can fix this." Gallea raised the black and silver breastplate over his head. "I'll have to summon the Erinyes." Fire shot up the Chimera's throat, and he forced it back down with a hard gulp. Not yet, the Erinyes could wait for another time. Bellerophon grumbled as well, and Medusa hugged him tighter. "Come on, you're picking fights with everyone," she said. "Pinna and Gallea are trying to help as much as they're allowed." Pinna nodded. "We are trying to help, Darian. Medusa is my friend too! But there are rules and the Fates would have my head on a pike if I broke them. Gallea's too." Bellerophontes grumbled. A surly child, and it made Chimera laugh. Bellerophon threw his glare at Chimera, but he returned it with another chuckle. "Alright, alright. I don't trust either of you, but I trust Medusa," the small warrior said. She was the only one of them trustworthy, Chimera thought. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~Otrera\~\~ Back in the arms of the nymphs. Otrera, naked as before, and finally calm after a disturbing chat with Andromeda and the mask, stood by the two nymphs. The sun would be up soon, and damn it, she needed to relax! She wanted to relax, she tried to relax, but the voice from the mask penetrated her brain like a spike. That voice, inhuman and filled with chills. Hades would have sounded better than that voice. And Andromeda! Her new leader was bloodthirsty and prepared to kill innocents for her goals. None of it was settling in Otrera's stomach very well. She really needed a good lay to relax. The two nymphs in the grass were sleeping. They never said a word, nymphs, they just played in the garden, the water, tended the trees and their golden apples, and Perseus's cock. She needed some tending too! So she got down onto her knees, and lay down with them. Beside the taller one with curvy body and heavy breasts, she snuggled into the nook of her arm. And like an inviting blanket, the nymph hooked her arm around Otrera's hard, lean body, and hugged her. All was silent. But when Otrera put her lips onto the nymph's breast, silence turned into a gasp, and a husky moan. The nymph blinked down at Otrera, her gentle eyes widened, and her arm hooked under Otrera's neck, on her back, touching her waist. The Amazon met her eyes with a wicked grin, and sucked on busty woman's breast. The curvy nymph's gentle murmurs turned into mewls when the other nymph, the tiny one, copied Otrera. The pale creatures of colorful hair and perfect lips were, as far as Otrera could tell, horny every moment of the day. All it took was the Amazon's touch, and the curvy woman's nipple was aroused, swollen, and filling Otrera's mouth. No need to waste time — and gods damn it, she couldn't wait much longer — Otrera reached down between the nymph's spreading legs, and massaged her already budding clitoris. More mewls, and some squeals too. The nymph across from Otrera suckled on her sister's tit in almost perfect mirror of Otrera, and when they met eyes, the nymph winked at her, and ran her tongue around her sister's areola, before lifting her mouth. The nipple was swollen, puffy, and coated in saliva. Then the nymph used her hand, ran it down her sister's belly, over Otrera's hand and under it, before she started to stroke the rose of the curvy nymph's ass. It only took minutes before the curvy nymph's cunt was drooling juices all over herself, more than enough for the Amazon to sink two of her fingers into the woman's awaiting pussy. Better, the small nymph did the same, and sank two her fingers into the now wet sphincter of the whimpering woman. Otrera was a sexual woman, she knew that. She loved sex, she liked to masturbate regularly, she aroused easily, and she made a huge mess when she came. But these nymphs, they were ridiculous! Just a touch and they were writhing, wriggling, and mewling in orgasm. Otrera and her new friend's lips were suckling on the bucking woman's breasts, determined to suck her nipples off, while they fingered her quivering insides all the more. With fingers inside both her holes, Otrera could feel clenching muscles fighting her digits, as well as the small, anal-obsessed nymph's fingers. Pressing against each other through the walls of flesh inside, sinking deeper, fighting for space, the mess grew more and more soaked. When the Amazon started to drive her fingers up against the nymph's g-spot, that was it. The busty woman pushed her hips up to meet Otrera's hand, and gushed. Her warm fluids spilled over the Amazon's fingers, squirted against her palm, and soaked everything down between her thighs. The small nymph sank her fingers in deeper, pushed her fingers up to meet Otrera's, and massaged the wall of flesh that separated them. The poor woman between them was reduced to nothing but orgasm and mewls. Otrera withdrew her hand. The small nymph seemed content to continue fingering the woman's ass, and giggled at the mess of juices everywhere. But Otrera needed release. For days she'd been surrounded by nymphs, or Perseus, or a certain queen who liked to fuck her guards in an orgy. Gods she was horny. She put both her knees to either side of the woman's head, grinned down at the panting woman, and started to lower the entrance of her snatch toward awaiting lips. "Otrera." She stopped. "Perseus? I uh... hello." The beautiful man walked up to her, smiled, and held a hand out to her. "Come on. Andromeda says Bellerophontes is on the move. We have to leave, set up the trap." And of course, he was already dressed in his tunic and sandals. "I... ah..." Gods damn it! She got up, frowned down at the pouting nymphs, and turned to join Perseus. She didn't bother with the outstretched hand. "Right now?" "Right now." Always smiling, Perseus. He reminded her of Bellerophontes to a degree, confident, without a scar, handsome and beautiful. The warrior was much bigger and taller than her enemy though. But, size meant little. She was proof of that. Grumbling, she marched for her own tunic, sandals, and started to strap on her Amazon armor. The heat between her legs was still there, and it'd take a little while to pass with how many days she'd been on edge. Horny, and now grumpy. Lovely. Perseus did the same, and strapped on armor with speed and efficiency. His face looked like it belonged on a farmer boy, not a warrior, but the ease and familiarity he showed when donning his battle clothes was telling. And it was impressive armor at that, gold and black. It looked like typical hoplite armor, but just as Bellerophon's armor was something magical, so too must have been Perseus's. Something crafted with the power of the Fates, like her bow, quiver, and arrows. All gifts from their leader. Otrera frowned at the great bow as she lifted it, its white body, its gold string. The quiver looked of regular leather, but along its body was more of the gold threads that marked Perseus's armor as well. And within, the arrow tips were white, large, and they shined with an unreal polish. She felt like they were warriors sent by the gods themselves. The thought made her chuckle, and she slung the bow and quiver onto her back. "So what's the plan?" she said. "Andromeda thinks Bellerophontes can track us, or her baubles." He pulled out a necklace, and handed it to her, a copy of the one that Bellerophontes had stolen. "Andromeda's magic hides us here in the secret garden, but it isn't perfect. We go where they can find us more easily, away from here. And we make sure where they find us will serve to our advantage." Otrera slipped the necklace on. Just a rock on a stone, but it glowed when she touched it before it settled into quiet darkness once again. "Advantage?" "Andromeda will summon for us reinforcements," Perseus said. "We'll pretend like we're performing a ritual, and that Bellerophontes has found us, interrupting our dastardly plot." He laughed, a warm and gentle sound. "Won't that be enjoyable? A fake ritual. We'll play the part of thwarted villains, and then Andromeda will cast her magic. Soldiers from the nether will come to our aid." "The nether..." Well, she had to hand it to Perseus, he bought into Andromeda's style and words through and through. "Alright. But that doesn't change the fact they have Medusa with them. She can turn people to stone with her gaze. Any idea how we're supposed to fight that?" "You won't. I will." He gestured, and she followed. A moment later, they were by Andromeda's favorite boulder; the sorceress was nowhere to be found. But against the rock, a giant shield was laid. Gold, with black drawings on its face. The drawings Otrera did not recognize, but they spiraled inward to the center of the massive, round shield, like two whirlpools, or chaotic eyes. And then Perseus picked it up. He slipped it onto his arm, and guarded the front of himself with it for Otrera. The damn thing was as tall as the Amazon! She could probably lift it, maybe even wear it, but it was too damn big for her to be able to use. Perseus though, he was a tall, broad-shouldered man, and he held the shield like a Spartan. "This will stop Athena's power, even that bestowed on Medusa." "I see... so you'll deal with Medusa, I'll deal with Bellerophontes?" "Of course." He set the gargantuan thing back down, and smiled at her. "Andromeda gave you her word, didn't she?" "Then who's dealing with the giant? I wasn't kidding when I said he was a giant! An actual, real giant. He—" "He is the reason we're laying the trap where we are." "Which is?" \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ "A volcano!?" The island before them rose high as a mountain. Black soot covered the ground, the rocks and the air. Heat lingered, danced in the distance, and blurred her vision. "A volcano." Perseus looked over his shoulder at her, smiled his typical perfect smile, and kicked his heels into the horse's sides. Pegasus neighed, and lowered down onto the beach. Poor horse. She couldn't deny the sad look in his eyes, and while she tried to remind herself Pegasus worked with Bellerophontes, and was the reason her enemy had become the famous man he was today, she still felt bad. He was a beautiful horse, and he looked at her with heavy, dark, deep eyes. She patted him on the back when she hopped off him. It was wholly inadequate. Then she remembered Bellerophontes, and how the bastard had apologized to her before running off. Did Pegasus feel the same now, as she did then? Furious to the point of delirium? As she walked up the valley of ash, toward the black mountain, Pegasus and Perseus leading her, her thoughts drifted to the small bastard who ruined her life. He apologized to her. Apologized. Apologized! She couldn't see much of his face then, helmet and all, but she caught a glimmer of his eyes. And the sadness she found in them was seared into her mind. He didn't get to feel sad, he didn't get to feel sorry. He butchered her whole clan, slaughtered them like cattle, slaughtered her! Fire raced up her fingers into her head, until the volcano seemed a pale comparison. She'd been left alone, surrounded by dead sisters, and a hole cut through her shoulder. Had he ever felt such misery? "Andromeda..." "Mmm?" Perseus said. "Andromeda, she came and rescued me from death, after Bellero... after the incident. Used her magic, healed my wounds. But she never told me why." Perseus raised a brow, and tugged on Pegasus's reigns when he stopped, so the winged horse stopped beside him. "Why she saved you? Surely she told you we had need of a skilled warrior, and one who can understand Andromeda's mission." Otrera shook her head. "I understand why she saved me, but not why she was there. Maybe the better question is how. How did she know to be there?" Perseus nodded, and resumed walking them toward the black mountain. Orange mixed into the blurring air, far in the distance, but even from so far, the Amazon could feel the heat pouring outward. "She was looking for recruits. She still is. She—" "Her powers, Perseus. How did she come to be a sorceress? She can see things from miles away, she can heal wounds, levitate things, call on storms, and she somehow even managed to steal from the Fates. She can even use that mask! That mask is... she can harness it. How can she do all these things?" Well, it was bound to come out sooner or later. So much for serving her leader with faith. Perseus didn't seem bothered though. He shrugged, adjusted the pack on his back, and started walking toward the volcano again, pulling Pegasus along by the reigns. "I suppose it doesn't matter if I tell you. Andromeda doesn't like to talk about it, but it's not a secret. She's the daughter of the king of Aethiopia, so she was privileged, and had access to knowledge; talked with various scholars who came and went through the kingdom. She's never told me the details, but met some people, found some ancient texts, did a lot of reading, and... does it matter?" Andromeda was royalty? She said she hated Aethiopia, but Otrera had no idea the sorceress was royalty there. "Of course it matters!" She jogged up to the idiot man and walked next to him. "I'm dedicating the last shred of life I have left to this woman. I have nothing, and no one. My tribe is gone, my life is cursed, and the only way I can ever force Ares to look my way once, just once in my miserable life, is her help. And I... I didn't know what I was agreeing to, when I said I'd accept the gift of being a Fate's Child." Perseus shrugged yet again. "I love her. She loves me. Wherever she goes, I'll follow." Otrera almost vomited in her mouth. Such blind devotion; it reminded her of Proetus. The things idiot men would do for love. "And that mask," she said, "how did she get that mask? It..." It talks. Something's inside. "The Fates aren't immutable. She drew their eyes, distracted them, and sneaked into their realm on Pegasus's wings with her magic." "Distracted them?" "Yes. A war draws their attention like nothing else." "She caused a war?" Oh, great, more bloodshed. She was an Amazon, not a murderer. She wanted wars with meaning, value, for conquest and belief. Not to spill blood for blood's sake. Perseus frowned. "The city states argue over everything, Amazon Queen. All she did was place a tiny seed of desire in their midst. And they slaughtered each other over it, as they did the decade before, and the decade before." "... she caused the last war between Athens and Sparta?" "She did, with only a rumor and a drop of magic." As if that made it all good and well, Perseus nodded to himself, smiled his perfect smile, and walked toward the mountain. Otrera was not so convinced. The Athens Sparta war was a grand tale of jealousy and hatred. It wasn't a good war, it was a slaughter. Another one to Andromeda's name. The more she learned of the sorceress, the more her gut sank. Soon, the three of them were walking past rivers of lava. She'd never seen lava, only heard it described. The descriptions did not do it justice. Like flowing, thick honey, but glowing red like the eyes of a god. Against the black of the earth, it looked like the mountain was bleeding. And it was hot! So hot, she couldn't even approach it. The heat came off it in waves, blinded her, and forced her to raise her shield to keep it from hitting her face. Even Perseus did the same. But there was a cave. Against a harsh slope of the black mountain, a mouth of rock opened up and welcomed them into more darkness. And thank the gods it did. Whatever strange rock the cave was made of, it blocked the heat of the lava enough that its depths welcomed them with warm air, instead of scorching heat. Perseus lit a torch, and carried on. The cave was tall, wide, its insides polished and its depths carved into huge rooms. This used to be someone's home, someone very tall. "... a giant's home?" she said. "Yes. That Chimera fellow is in for quite the surprise." They stopped in what much have been some sort of war room. The walls were decorated with carvings of creatures, of places, of land and sea and gods and teeth. But it was the skeletons that drew her attention. The skeletons of giants, bones thick, bodies tall, each of them standing against the walls, defiant against the ages and weight alike. How did they not crumble, or at least collapse? Perseus grinned at the colossal dead, and then the same to her. "You are in for a surprise as well, dear Amazon."

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Title: How I Became An Older Woman's Slave Tags: bdsm, lesbian, middle aged woman, older woman, younger woman, female dominant, female submissive, fdom, fsub, cunnilingus You ask me how I became the sex slave of a much older woman? Honestly, I think you're asking the wrong question, if you don't mind me saying? What you should be asking me is how it took so long? Because some things are more of an inevitability than a random occurrence. Like water flowing downhill or a meteorite falling to earth, the path that I found myself walking during that endless, warm summer was one that had only one destination, only one outcome. I knew it as soon as I started down that road, and I wanted nothing more than to get there. Why it began is less important than how it began, perhaps. Some half-forgotten crisis, a youthful tragedy, a doomed romance-gone-bad with a faceless boy who played so little role in this story as to allow him to remain nameless. But the hurt of that clichéd heartbreak was very real to a nineteen year old girl, the pain almost tangible. Enter my savior, my eventual goddess, the woman that I would come to worship and serve in equal measure. An older woman, a half-acquaintance, friend of the family and eternal subject of town gossip: Ms. Rebecca Sharp. Ms. Sharp lived alone in the big house down the block. A writer by trade, but what she wrote, no-one knew. She was glamorous and self-assured, impeccably attired and quick witted, charming to the men of the neighborhood, disconcerting to the middle-aged women who accompanied them. She was also there when I needed her, finding me sobbing on the street on the day of The Crisis and inviting me into her home. She knew just what to say, just what to do, just how much sympathy to offer and wisdom to suggest. She doted on me, telling me what I needed to hear, and more besides... "He was never right for you," she'd say, "not if he could do that." I'd nod, knowing she was right, but not daring to let go of the exquisite comfort of pain. My pain defined me, or so I thought, my heartbreak was the chalk outline of my suffering. So, she held me, hugging me close to her chest, touching her warm hand to my leg, offering me silence when everyone else kept talking in meaningless platitudes and dismissive impatience. Inevitably then, through that intimate closeness, my pain gradually became replaced by something else. Something new. Something scary. I began to crave her touch, that sense of mothering closeness, that feeling of my skin on hers. I became a junkie for the perfumed aroma of her clothes, the soft texture of her nylon stockings against my leg, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she held me close, her whispered words. I began to make excuses to visit her, prolonging the outward appearance of agony long after the memory of why I was hurting in the first place had faded. I offered to do yard work for her, to clean her house, to iron her clothes. Anything to be close to the older woman who beguiled me so. I never stopped to think how wrong it was, how inappropriate. I never stopped to think what my mom would say or the chuntering chorus of the town's moral choir. I just had to be there. And then, one day, everything changed. She was in her study. It was a gloriously brilliant August afternoon, I remember that much. I found her there, at her desk, typing on the laptop computer as she did most days. I'd never asked her what she wrote before, it hadn't seemed relevant. But now the detail seemed curiously important in the complex tapestry of my nascent love. "What are you writing, Ms. Sharp?" I asked, tiptoeing around beside her. She turned to me and regarded me with that cool self-assurance that thrilled and terrified me in equal measure. "I'm writing a story about an older woman." "Oh," I said, wanting to know more, wanting to know everything. "Like a romance?" "Steamier than that," she purred, turning her chair to face me. "It's a sex story." I sighed and chewed on my lower lip. "A s-sex story?" "Yes. In this story, an older woman becomes friends with a younger girl, outwardly offering to help the younger girl through a painful break-up." She paused and leaned her head to the side, studying my reaction. I felt a sudden dizzying wave washing over me, as if the ground was coming up to meet me. "Really?" I managed to say. "Yes. But the older woman has other ideas. She secretly lusts after the younger girl, she wants the younger girl for her own, she wants to possess her." "P-possess her?" I heard myself say, but my mind felt as if was a long way away. Ms. Sharp pushed herself up from her seat and stepped over to where I was standing. Without warning, she curved her slender fingers around my cheek. "Yes. The older woman wants to own the younger girl. She wants to dominate her sexually. To have her do things that she knows to be wrong, but she can't resist. And the younger girl lets her, because the younger girl is blinded by infatuation." "Wh-what happens to them?" Ms. Sharp took a step forward and pushed me back against the wall, pinning me there with her body, placing her bare arm to the left of my head. I could feel the warmth of her, the swell of her full breasts against mine. I felt tiny and insignificant, powerless and mesmerized. "They begin a torrid affair, a secret relationship of sexual asymmetry. The girl becomes the woman's live-in lover, her servant... her slave." "S-slave..." I repeated, my eyes locked on Ms. Sharp's eyes. My heart was hammering, my skin felt like hot lava. "Yes. Because, sometimes, women can be slaves to other women. They can exist for the sole reason of bringing their mistresses pleasure, they can live for their approval, and crave the sweet sting of their punishment." "Yes," I breathed, understanding what she was saying though I'd never heard the words before, had never thought those thoughts. Ms. Sharp trailed a single long finger down the side of my face and I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. "In a moment, honey, I'm going to go and sit on the sofa, right over there." She glanced to the side. "And you're going to take your clothes off. Slowly, I want to enjoy watching you." "Yes, Ms. Sharp," I breathed. How could I not? "Then, when you're perfectly naked, you're going to come to me and kneel down on the floor. And as you're kneeling there, naked as the day you were born, you're going to look up at me and you're going to ask me a question. It will be a question that you will ask me many times in the future, a question that you will love to ask me, a question that will define your existence from now on." Her face was inches from mine as she spoke the words, as she delivered the soliloquy that would become the template for my new life. I could feel her breath on my lips, I could smell the intoxicating aroma of her perfume. I relished the way her warmth scalded me and made my desire pulse like a drumbeat between my legs. "A-a question?" "Yes, honey," she purred, playfully brushing her lips over mine and making my whole body sing out with demands that I knew I must not voice. "You will ask me, simply, 'how may I serve you, Mistress?' and then you will wait for me to tell you. Do you understand?" I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath, tried to calm the galloping stampede of my heart, tried to harness the fireball that burned in my sex. "Of course I understand," I wanted to shout, "of course I'll do that!" Because my fate was sealed the moment I first felt her touch or heard her melodic voice, the moment I first craved her presence. And, as I reached the end of my path and embraced my sordid fate, there was only one thing left to say. "Yes, Mistress." "Good girl," she purred, and took a step back. A rush of warm satisfaction filled my body, provoked into life by that singular validation. I watched her move, mesmerized by her, following her as she stepped over to the sofa, marvelling at the fluidity of her motion. She turned and sat down, seeming to flicker from position to position without the wasteful need for interstitial steps. One moment she was standing, the next she was sitting, her long legs crossed, hands cradled around the black-nylon clad curve of her knee. She peered at me with wide green eyes and licked her lips. I'd never been looked at like that before, I'd never felt so wanted, so desired. Her expression alone might have sent me running for the hills, had I not fallen under her spell. But, with tiny steps, I moved forward, dizzy and unsure of myself, knowing only the destination I needed to get to and nothing of what I would do to get there. "Take off your clothes," purred the older woman, reclining back into the corner of the sofa as if settling in for a night of Netlifx. "Yes, Mistress," I whispered, knowing it was the right thing to say. With halting movements, I began to strip, kicking off my sneakers first, then rolling my vest top over my head. My skirt came next, pushed down my legs and kicked aside like an afterthought. "Everything," said Ms. Sharp, her eyes trailing down my body, lingering on my bra and panties. "Yes, Mistress," I nodded. I reached behind myself to unclasp my bra. For the longest time, I fumbled with the fastener, feeling it slip through my trembling, sweaty fingers. Finally, it gave way, and my bra slid down my arms to the floor and into irrelevance. I felt the cool lick of the air conditioned room on my aching nipples and closed my eyes, trying to control the borderline panic that my near-nakedness had provoked. Then, with a sigh, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pushed them down my legs. "You're beautiful," said Ms. Sharp, sliding her hand slowly over her velvet soft thigh. Honestly, if she hadn't said that, I think I might have scooped up my discarded clothes and fled sobbing into the street. But her words were a salve to my fear, her sentiment calmed me like shot of the strongest d\*\*g. "Th-thank you, Mistress," I said. On shaking legs, I stepped forward, walking as if in a dream, watched every step of the way by the appraising gaze of the older woman. I sighed as I lowered myself down to the floor before her and folded my legs beneath my body, enthralled by how right that simple gesture of submission felt. I wanted to be lower than her, I wanted to look up at her, I wanted her to peer down at me with those hungry, greedy eyes. I wanted to be wanted like that, no matter how wrong it sounds to you. I wanted to be her plaything, her toy, her possession. "How may I serve you, Mistress?" I said, repeating the question that she'd demanded of me, experiencing a warm flush of satisfaction as I did so. Ms. Sharp touched her index finger to her full lips and studied me. Then she raised her right leg and held her foot out in the air before me. "Take off my shoe," she purred, extending her ankle, pointing her toes at my breasts. I sighed. "Yes, Mistress," I said, feeling dizzy and out of control. Shaking visibly, I reached forward and curled my fingers around her ankle and lifted her leg. Slowly, gently, I gripped the spiked heel of her stiletto pump and eased the expensive shoe from her foot. Her toes rippled in the air before my face, stretching the sheer nylon that encased them. I smelled her for the first time, an exquisite aroma of perfume, sweat and shoe leather. My heart was already pounding hard, but that intimate proximity to another woman's body made it gallop somehow faster. I glanced to the side and set the shoe down beside me, then turned back to her, still holding her leg up in front of me, unwilling to let it go. Ms. Sharp let her body slide forward on the sofa, parting her legs, forcing her tight dress to gather at her hips. I sighed as she was revealed to me, marvelling at every detail. The intricate, delicate lace of her stocking tops; the creamy flesh of her inner thighs; the sordid revelation of her lack of panties; and the smooth shaven perfection of her sex, an inviting pink line of plump flesh, glistening in the late afternoon sun with a wetness that I longed to taste. My brazen observation was interrupted by the melodic chime of her voice. "What time are you expected home, honey?" she asked, jarring me from my sordid thoughts by the normality of her query. "Uh, I'm not, I guess... my mom and dad are out of town, and my brother is away at camp." Somehow, recounting the details of my mundane family life while kneeling there naked before the exposed splendor of an older woman's dripping wet sex seemed to thrill more than anything so far. "Good," smiled Ms. Sharp, curling her toes so that her velvet soft digits glanced the tip of my nose, "then we have plenty of time." "Time, Mistress?" I asked, desperate to hear more. "Yes. I want you to start at the tip of my toes, and I want you to use your mouth. I want you worship my body, kissing me, licking me, sucking me, with your tongue and your lips. And I want you to take your time. I want you to work your way from my foot, up my leg, past my knee and to my inner thighs," she touched her hands to the silky expanse between her legs, as if to illustrate the anatomical journey that I was about to take. "And, sometime in the next hour or so, I want you to reach here." She paused and moved her hand upwards, using two fingers to splay open the pink lips of her sex. "And when you get there, well, you'll know what to do." "Yes, Mistress," I nodded, feeling giddy and terrified in equal measure, my inexperience flooding my mind with the raw fear of failure. "I've never... I've never done that before," I added, nodding at the rose petals of her exposed pussy. She smiled down at me and brushed my cheek with her nylon foot. "That's okay, honey," she purred. "If you get it wrong, then I'll have to spank you. And you don't want that, do you?" I shook my head. "No, Mistress," I lied. Oh god, I did want that, I did! "Good," she said, beaming a warm smile down at me that wouldn't have seemed out of place at a PTA meeting or Little League game. I sighed as I basked in the radiance of her, momentarily oblivious to my nakedness or the close proximity of her stockinged foot. "Well," she purred, after an eternity of seconds. "What are you waiting for?" I gasped a quick apology, and then closed my eyes, sinking into a state of docile obedience that would become second nature to me over the coming weeks and months. I leaned forward, gingerly touching my lips to the tip of her big toe. The soft texture and subtle warmth caused me to sigh slowly, a release of tension, an arc of electric contact. I leaned in again, kissing her sole this time, flicking my tongue out to sample her flavor. Oh god, she taste wonderful! Aroused and excited, I felt myself settle into a rhythm, a curious exploration of new sensations and new urges. The savory flavor of her, the silk touch of her on my lips, the feel of her toes curling against my face. It became a sensory overload that had no equal. As I sank into my task, time ceased to have meaning. My recollection of that first submission consists of a sequence of moments, snapshots from a sordid album. Her writhing toes in my mouth; my face pressed into the soles of her feet, smothered by her, filling my lungs with her; kissing my way over the toned curve of her calf; lingering for an eternity in that special place behind her knee; licking long, wet trails up the inside of her legs; finding the pale cream of her upper thigh... And then, finally, reaching that most coveted destination and... pausing. I took a breath and shook my head, arms curled around the older woman's thighs, attempting to clear my thoughts. Her glistening lips were inches from my mouth, I could feel the warmth radiating off her pussy, I could smell that impossibly arousing aroma of pure womanhood. I wanted to sink my tongue into her, I wanted to devour her, to lose myself in that wet heaven. Instead, fighting hard to control my longing, I glanced up at her from between her legs and locked my eyes on hers. "Mistress," I whispered. "May I eat your pussy?" It was her turn to sigh, her turn to gasp in delight and surprise. She peered down at me with dancing eyes, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. "Yes, honey, you may eat my pussy. You may eat my pussy as much as you like." She paused and chewed on her lower lip. "And, later, I will eat yours." I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly, excited to an impossible degree by this porn-cliché talk with a woman who was old enough to be my mother. And when I finally centered myself, when I finally felt enough control return to my shaking body to direct it to where I wanted it to go, only then did I begin my sordid task, only then did I fulfil my ultimate purpose. With a long sigh, I swept my tongue across the pink wetness of her pussy and flicked the bulging nub of her clitoris with a playful stroke. Though I'd never gone down on another woman before, though I'd barely even considered it, I found that I knew exactly what to do, exactly how to move. Guided by the sound of her sighs and the tender nudges of her long fingers in my hair, I charted that new territory with the enthusiastic zeal of an explorer in a new land. I was a scientist of pleasure, noting her cries and moans, iterating my technique to achieve maximum efficiency, to elicit the pleasure that I felt born to give her. And, all the while, as my mouth conjured ecstasy in my Mistress's body, my own pussy ached with the anticipation of what was to come. Like jungle drums, it pounded waves of pleasure out into my own body, fuelled by her taste and driven by the forbidden knowledge of what I was, what I'd become - an owned girl, a living doll, a sex toy. It was only the first step on my journey, but I already knew where it led. Obedience, docility, submissiveness, blank mindlessness. All of this I craved and all of this I knew I would achieve. The realization thrilled me to the point of climax. But it was Ms. Sharp, my Mistress, who would know that sweet release first. And know it, she did. Her orgasm was long and quick, surprising me with its intensity and the sheer force of her pleasure. As she gripped my head with her thighs, I greedily slurped the warm liquid of her ecstasy into my body, drinking her like an elixir, craving her like a d\*\*g. It was the first time I did it, but not the last, not by long way. And every taste felt better than the one before, such was the magnitude of my devotion and adoration. So, now you know. Now you know why I am the sex slave of an older woman. But I have one question for you, one that I hope you will take time to think about as you're lying awake tonight, thinking of my sinful tale. Why aren't you?

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Title: Rabbit Hole by Draggie Tags: Age Play, First Time, M/F, Rabbit, Short, Vaginal Nina looked up from the book she was reading for her English class to the boy she was tutoring this evening. He was bent over a page of math problems, gnawing on the end of his pencil while he thought. His long lapin ears flopped one in front of his face and the other almost strait up but bending over about three quarters of the way up. His short brown head fur was in disarray from running his claws through it multiple times and his brow was furrowed in thought. The younger bunny, mostly brown with patches of black randomly printed over his body, glanced up when he sensed her gaze and smiled shyly. Nina giggled. "How's it coming, Nathan?" she asked, standing up and coming around behind him, her hips swaying a little from side to side as she moved around the desk, her pure white cotton tail peaking out above the waist of her skirt. "Ok, Miss Nina. I'm just thinking." His little nose twitched and he lowered his ears to hide the flush that crept into his face, visible only inside his ears. "Alright. Do you remember the formula I taught you? About how to remember your multiplication tables?" she tilted her head, black hair with a reddish sheen pouring over one shoulder. Both her ears were tied back with a ribbon to keep them out of the way, but she let her hair hang loose. The top button of her blouse was undone and the white fabric opened just enough to show the caramel colored rabbit's cleavage a little. Not much, but enough. "Yes. I do." he said, gulping as he caught sight of her open shirt. Nina knew full well the effect her body had on others, but she liked the attention. Especially from the younger furres, like Nathan, that she tutored. For some reason, there inexperience excited her. "Are you having trouble?" she asked, tilting her head. She knew that nervous look in the boys eyes, she knew what it meant, and most of all, she knew it made her horny as hell! She was glad she had chosen not to wear panties that day. "N-no, Miss Nina." he said, swallowing again. "I-I just have to go to the bathroom." he said that in a hurry and stood up, sprinting from the room and down the hall. Nina smiled. She was nineteen years old and just graduated high school. She was earning a little money on the side from collage by tutoring high school students in math. Nathan was just sixteen, so she felt he was fair game. Especially if he wanted it. She wasn't one to deny a young boy sexual stimulation. Quickly and quietly, Nina made her way down the hall to the bathroom in the top floor of Nathan's parents house. They were away tonight while she was here to give them quiet. Pressing her ear to the crack of the door left ajar, she heard moans of the young rabbit she was tutoring. Peeping in the crack, she saw him leaning over the toilet, holding his member and stroking it vigorously. It was fully hard and well hung, the flesh a soft pink color. Nina licked her lips and, when she was sure his eyes were closed, opened the door just enough and slipped into the room. Nathan was using one paw to hold onto the back of the toilet seat and the other to fondle himself, giving Nina plenty of room to ease her self in. The small room smelled fully of the boys arousal and that urged her on. Leaning in, she took the head of his fresh member in her lips and licked it. Nathan gasped and opened his eyes, looking down to see his tutor going down on him. Her shirt was undone part way and one of her forepaws was kneading the exposed breast. He felt her warm mouth fully engulf his cock and let out a low, drawn out moan. "M-miss Nina..." He gasped. The warmth of her mouth suddenly disappeared and he whimpered, then felt her breasts press against his chest and opened his eyes to see her before him. "I know. You want it." she whispered. "So take it." "B-but..." With out a word, she pushed him back against the wall and kissed him hard, her paws deftly opening his shirt and pushing his pants and boxers further down. Hesitantly, he reached down and cupped her rear in his paws. She rubbed against him and he felt encouraged, squeezing her rear lightly in his paws. Her paws found his hips and held him still a moment, lifting one leg and wrapping it aground his waist, skirt hiked up, then pulling him against her, his shaft poised to enter her. In a single sudden movement, she pulled him up into her and he thrust his hips up to meet hers eagerly. The two let out a harmonious moan of pleasure, both pairs of eyes closed, both with ears laid back against their skulls. Their faces reflected their immense pleasure at their joining. The moment passed. A squelching sound signaled his slow withdrawal from her passage and she shuddered. She had not expected the boy to be quiet so well endowed or so eager, but she was glad she didn't have to push him. She wasn't in that mood tonight. Nathan gritted his teeth as he plunged into her again, gripping her ass tightly in his clawed paws. The under side of her breasts rubbed against his face and her lifted leg wrapped tightly around him. He opened one eye and looked to make sure, before pushing off the wall and toppling down from the wall to the thick throw rug on the bathroom floor. He pinned her down, one paw on her shoulder, the other still on her ass, and redoubled his pounding. The warmth of her puss felt wonderful around his young cock, gripping and massaging him like a large fist. The moistness of her juices was a nice feeling too, between wet and slimy and a perfect lubrication for their rubbing. Suddenly, he felt her inner walls clamp down on him, holding him like a vice, and milking his cock. This was too much and the boy unloaded his balls into his math tutor, who lay gasping beneath him, her paws digging into his back fur like there was no tomorrow. Their voices rang out together in simultaneous orgasm and, as one, faded to soft pantings as the intense pleasure faded to be replaced by a pleasant afterglow. "M-miss Nina..." he gasped, collapsing on top of her, face buried in her breasts. "I..." Nina silenced him with a soft hush. "Perfect." was all she said, stroking his ears softly. The boy relaxed and, slowly, drifted off to sleep. As he pulled out of her, she leaned down and licked him clean, then picked him up and set him in his room, dropping his discarded clothing in the laundry basket. Dressing quickly and making sure to eliminate any evidence of their activities, Nina left behind nothing but a note on Nathan's door promising to be back next week for another lesson.

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Title: Bedroom of a Salesman Tags: femdom, strap-on, man surrenders to mistress, mistress "You know," David cleared his throat, "I believe we should consider using less...*aggressive* techniques." He felt all eyes glued on him—it's not possible for them to know, he thought in dread, they only stare at me wondering what the hell I'm talking about, not—and struggled to prevent his face from turning crimson. "Define less aggressive, Mr. Preston," Mrs. Jackson said, her narrow green eyes seemingly penetrating David's very soul. "Phone sells don't work anymore," David, timidly, continued, incapable of preventing his lower lip from trembling. "People either just don't answer, or, if they do, they hang up as soon as they realize it's a salesman on the other line." "Success rates are still pretty good, though," Mrs. Jackson rebuked matter-of-factly. "Isn't that right, Mr. Benson?" "Yes," Mr. Benson—a small, bald man with brown eyes vastly enlarged behind his monstrous goggles—nodded frantically. "In our department, we have a success rate of *almost* 3%; exceeding our initial projections by a decent margin." "Be that as it may," David said, in response to Mrs. Jackson's scornful glare, "I still think we could use different techniques that will not only *reach* more people, *but*, will have significant positive effects on our results, too." "And what *are* those mysterious magical techniques, Mr. Preston?" Mrs. Jackson asked, deliberately exaggerating her disinterest. "If I may interrupt," Mr. Benson interjected, "Mr. Preston, we've used advertisement on every medium imaginable; TV, Internet, magazines, newspapers...yet, phone-sales *remain* our major source of new clients. "Yes," he quickly added, as soon as David opened his mouth and raised his finger, "many people do perceive our tactics as *aggressive*, as you noted. However, our extensive training program has allowed our salesmen to be more persuasive, without being overly aggressive. "And even though a lot of people just listen to what we have to tell them and then hang up, some of them do eventually visit our website and *buy* one of our packs. So, even if the sale doesn't come directly from the phone call, the phone calls *do* raise awareness of our services." "That's good and all," David rubbed the bridge of his nose and crossed his legs, the silk thong squashing his genitals, "but, there are also *a lot* of complaints about our company online. "Which becomes an even *more* pressing matter to address, if more people are looking the company up online following a phone call from our center. To be honest—" he continued, desperate to reach in his pants and fix the goddamn thong squeezing itself tighter between his buttocks "—*I* wouldn't trust our company had I only read some of the online reviews." "The reviews," Mrs. Jackson said, "are indeed bad and we're perfectly aware of it, Mr. Preston, *however*, they only refer to how annoyed some people are from receiving phone calls from us. I haven't seen any bad reviews regarding the quality of our services." "True," David nodded. "But, I'd still not trust a company that appears so damn *desperate* to attract new customers; yes, I know," he hastily added, "we're the new kid in the block and we're competing with giants of Internet providers that have been around for ages, *but*, we should focus more on promoting the quality of our services, instead of holding meetings for how to increase sales numbers." "We're working on *both* matters, equally," Mrs. Jackson rebutted—David cowered in his leather chair, when she bit the corner of her lips quite viciously. "I know," David coughed, "but, I..." "Mr. Preston," Mrs. Jackson barked, "you're the head of customer support. You're responsible for handling negative reviews, complaints, all that." "Precisely," David snapped his fingers. "And I've received a lot of emails from people asking that we stop calling them with new offers—both existing customers and non-customers. "And," he pointed a stiff finger at Mr. Benson, who was getting ready to rebuke, "I always make sure to file their numbers in the *not-to-call* list, as you call it. Yet, they always seem to get lost in the shuffle and end up in your *to-call* lists." "Mistakes do happen," Mr. Benson shrugged with an inconspicuous smirk. "Nevertheless, we *are* actively trying to ensure that we only call people, who've shown interest in our services, or, whom we've *never* called before. "Yes, mistakes do happen; but, perfecting the system is a long process. Eventually, we'll get it right and Mr. Preston will be able to stop worrying so much about a handful of scornful emails. "Besides, David," he grinned, "if you think you've got it bad reading a few expletives in an email, you should hear what our poor salesmen and women have to listen to on a daily basis." "Don't you think, then," David said, his voice going a pitch higher, "that it's time for a change? I mean, if most outgoing phone calls you make end up in a tirade of expletives toward our salesmen, then..." "It's just part of the game, David," Mr. Benson maintained his wide smirk. "I've been doing this job for a *long* time; I've worked for phone centers for banks, hedge funds, collecting agencies, various kinds of e-shops...I could probably write a book the length of *War and Peace* with creative ways to tell someone to go molest themselves. "However, our success rate is far better than anything I've ever encountered; for every hundred angry responses, we get three to four people signing a contract. That's the kind of success rate my former supervisors could only *dream* of!" "All right, gentlemen," Mrs. Jackson intervened. "I think that's enough with your bickering. Mr. Preston," she cleared her throat, "as long as phone calls produce good results, we won't be changing anything in our policy. "Maybe, you should start training *your* department to handle bad reviews in a more...efficient manner. Heartily apologize to those that complain, offer them some compensation, maybe a lucrative *get to know us* deal, or something. "And, for the love of god, stop coming crying to us over a few expletive-laden emails." "Right, of course..." David hung his head and remained silent for the rest of the meeting—besides, all he truly needed was to fix the damn thong and go home. \* \* \* \* He stood in the bus, crammed like a sardine in a can, and all he could think of was whether anyone could notice he was wearing Peggy's silk, pink thong underneath his faux-Armani suit he had bought at a bargain store, when he was hired by the fastest rising Internet provider in the country. While the job had *nothing* to do with what he had studied—possessing a MA in Epistemology is only good, when you've got the brains and skills to back a Ph.D. up—the salary was more than good enough and, most importantly, covered all of Peggy's *extra* expenses. Off the bus he got and procured the grocery list from the inner pocket of his jacket; and all he could think of—whilst picking fresh tomatoes and garlic—was whether anyone could discern the thong, as he bent over the counter. It was, certainly, part of the charm, part of what made the whole ordeal exciting; not knowing whether anyone knows, not knowing what they'd think if they saw. He walked out of the store carrying two heavy bags and momentarily stopped to glance at himself in the large window; with his short, blond hair, his ten-day stubble, and his quite fit and lean physique, he *knew* no one could imagine he was wearing a pink thong underneath his suit. After a short walk, he reached home—a small, suburban, one-story house with a lovely, green yard. Finally relaxed, he walked in the relative darkness and coolness of the house—he put the groceries away, while keeping track of the kitchen door with the corner of his eye. His body tensed, when he heard the distinctive clicking sound of her high heels on the wooden floor of the hallway; almost instantly, his heart leaped up in his throat. "Hey babe," she spanked his ass, hard. "How was work?" "It was...okay," he turned around, his head hanging low. "Oh," she grinned and lifted his chin up with her finger. "Did they scold you again?" She briefly kissed him on the lips, then slapped his ass once again. "Why are you still wearing your suit?" "I'm sorry, I was just...putting the...I'll..." He mumbled, his face flushed, and he hastily undressed down to nothing but the thong. "That's better," she giggled. "How did it feel walking around with my expensive underwear, by the way?" "It was..." He stopped—it felt impossible to find the proper word. "Yes?" She impatiently tapped the pointy edge of her knee-high leather boot on the marble floor. "Quite...exhilarating," he finally said. "And...rather humiliating, too..." "Good," she caressed his cheek gently. "Did anyone...*notice*?" "No, I don't think so...though, I *kept* feeling queer glances on me, but..." "Just your idea," she shrugged and planted a longer-lasting kiss on his lips. Her expression suddenly changed—*transformed*—and her hand went around his neck, as she pushed him hard against the counter, while sporting the widest smirk. "You do seem a bit tense, baby," she smiled slyly. "You could probably use some...*relief,* huh?" He winced, when she grabbed his balls with her other hand and squeezed *hard*. His whole body trembled and his knees grew suddenly weak. "I can't hear you," she chuckled coldly, pressing her ear to his lips. "Yes, I..." "Yes, *what*?" She demanded, tightening her grip around both his neck and balls—she was deceptively strong, considering her rather petite frame. "Yes, Mistress," he mumbled, choking. He heaved, when she released him; he marveled over her in her leather corset and tight mini skirt barely reaching under her bottom, as she just stood there, arms crossed around her chest—her breasts beautifully magnified by the tightness of the corset—with a wide grin. In all fairness, what he needed the most right now was to pop a cold beer open and relax on the couch; yet, his heart trembled and without thinking he dropped to his knees—the thong buried even deeper between his buttocks—and began kissing her exposed thighs. "You're beginning way too high, babe," she giggled and pushed his head down to the floor. Obediently, he tasted the leather of her boots. "Good boy," she clapped her hands once, when he lifted his ass up in the air. "You remembered." "Of course, Mistress," he timidly raised his eyes, seeking for her glance. "Look down," she instructed him harshly—immediately, he closed his eyes, lowered his head, and went back on working on the boots, taking the pointy edge in his mouth. Peggy's satisfied laughter was the best music he ever had heard; the *only* music he really needed to listen to. "All right," she cleared her throat and swiftly walked behind him, pressing the heel of her boot on his asscheek. "Time to move the party downstairs. We don't want to dirty the kitchen up, right? You worked so hard this past weekend cleaning the place up, after all." Another swift kick on his ass was enough to get him to crawl through the house and down the wooden stairs leading to the basement. Listening to Peggy laughing heartily behind him, as he wiggled his ass the way she had instructed him, was enough to get him rock hard and cause the thong to tent. "Well, babe," she rubbed her forehead, when they reached down to the basement equipped with plenty of bondage equipment, "what have I told you about controlling yourself?" He squirmed, when she rubbed her boot against his erect penis. Perfectly still, on his knees and with his hands crossed behind his back, he bit down his lips hard, tasting copper; he writhed, when she crushed his balls with her foot. "Oh, you're about to cum, ain't you?" She giggled, when his lower body tensed visibly. "Well, we *can't* have that, can we now?" Her voice turned cruel in an instant; he let out a thunderous cry, when she kicked his balls similar to a footballer hitting a penalty shot. "Damn it," he whimpered and hunched forth, managing to keep his hands crossed behind his back. "I'm sorry, babe—" she squatted next to him—deliberately hiking her skirt up, allowing him a clear view of her clean-shaven pussy—and patted him on the top of his head, while he heaved with long-drawn whistles, "—but, while I *do* love your nice, hard cock, I can't have you getting erections on your own. "So, you've got to learn to control your body; even if it means sustaining some pain in the process. Don't you agree?" He nodded frantically, while still biting his lips hard, staring straight into Peggy's mesmerizing eyes. "Good boy." She kissed him on the forehead, then, without a forewarning, wrapped her hand around his dick and twisted it menacingly; she laughed cruelly, when he screamed and writhed. With her firm grip still around his prick, she pushed him down on his back on the cold floor. Helpless, he just stared into her eyes pleadingly, the pain growing too much to bear; yet, Peggy responded to his puppy eyes with another brutal twist of his cock and a smirk. He let out a heavy groan of relief, when she finally released him; yet again, exactly at the moment the pain was about to surpass the comfortable level of being pleasurable. The all too familiar, and intoxicating, scent attacked his nostrils, when she sat on his face, grinding her already wet pussy all over his face. Eagerly, he stuck his tongue out; his taste buds were filled with salt, as he synchronized the movements of his tongue with Peggy's grinding, hungrily swallowing down the juices dripping down on his face. A tingling sensation overwhelmed him, when she arched back and reached, once more, for his balls—this time gently and tenderly massaging them, while he put even more passion into licking her, flapping his tongue fast inside her, savoring the taste flooding his mouth. "All right, on your knees!" She instructed him, abruptly getting back up on her feet. "Yes, of course...what did I do wrong?" He asked, staring up at her worrisomely. "Oh, nothing, babe," she ran her fingers through his hair. "It's just...you got me all too horny, that's all." With a wide satisfactory grin, and a wonderful wave of warmth traversing his body, he crawled to the wooden bed in the corner. Without the need to be instructed, he lay down on his back and instinctively winced, when Peggy locked the shackles around his wrists and ankles. "You love that, don't you?" She ran her finger slowly across his hairless chest and well-shaped abs, giggling whenever he quivered. "You know the best part?" She winked at him, when he raised an eyebrow. "I could do *anything* to you and you wouldn't be able to react." "I know, that's..." "Oh, baby," she interrupted him with a mystical laughter that numbed his spine. "I'm not talking about spanking you, or, fucking you. I'm talking...about *really* nasty stuff; and you'd still *take* it, wouldn't you?" She climbed on top of him and yanked the thong down; his erect prick jumped up in attention, slapping her pussy once. She planted wet kisses all over his face and neck, grinning whenever he moaned heavily. "I mean," she whispered in his ear, while jerking him off slowly, "I could cut your balls off and you *still* wouldn't be able to do anything about it. It's fun, isn't it? Lying down here willingly, knowing you're *utterly* helpless?" "I..." He paused; while the element of danger was always present, whenever she tied him up, it had never crossed his mind that she'd...his jaw dropped, when she squeezed his dong painfully. "Well, aren't you gonna say anything, baby?" She whispered harshly. "I'm...I don't..." He found himself desperately at loss for words and all he wanted was to stop his heart from pounding so insanely fast in his chest. "Got you all horrified, didn't I?" She chuckled—then kissed him on the lips, thrusting her tongue in his mouth for the first time in quite some time. Hungrily, he sucked her tongue hungrily—his spine grew numb and his cock throbbed. He raised his head as high as the restraints would allow, when she pulled back and broke the kiss. "Don't get too excited, baby," she shook her head, smiling widely. "We don't want this to last only a few minutes, do we now?" From the small table next to the bed she picked the testicle cuffs; at the sight, David just leaned back and sighed. "Oh, you thought I was gonna let you cum, didn't you?" She guffawed and locked the cuffs around his scrotum. "Yup—" she nodded, tickling his swollen balls "—that's much better. *If* you make me climax an acceptable amount of times, I *might* allow you to have an orgasm, too. "How long has it been?" It was a rhetorical question, as she shoved three fingers in his mouth and slowly sat on his pulsating prick, her tight pussy hugging it perfectly. He closed his eyes, taking the sensation of her wetness and tightness against his skin, as she rode him slowly, dictating the rhythm like always. It was magnificent, as always, even though the ring took away a good part of the physical joy. However, the mental joy that washed all worries and thoughts away from his mind was more than enough to compensate for it. The rhythm got faster, the wet noises of her cunt slapping against his swollen balls and her intensifying grunts the only sounds breaking the silence of the basement. He struggled with the shackles, when she lowered her corset and exposed her perfectly round breasts; he wanted to fondle them, play with them, he wanted to...he simply stared at them bouncing under her crazily fast riding rhythm. She kept riding him like a broncobuster for a long time; on intervals she'd stop, keep him buried in her and grind against his body, letting out heavier, deeper moans, while her pussy embraced his prick even tighter. His body shook violently, when she slurped her juices off his drenched dick; with a wide, satisfactory smile she patted his balls that had turned a deeper shade of blue. "That was *real* good, baby," she kissed him—he thrust his tongue down her throat, hardly noticing the taste of his own cock on her lips. "Mistress," he panted, "may I..." "Nope, not today," she shook her head, with a deadpan smirk. "But, Mistress, I..." "Your balls aren't that blue yet, baby," she shrugged. "I'm beginning to think you're secretly jerking off in the shower." "No, I'd never..." "It's all right." She planted a kiss on his forehead. "Eventually, I'll let you have your moment. But, for now, I think those cuffs are staying." He sat up and rubbed his sore wrists; his balls had swollen and were hanging lower than normally, while his erection was still going strong. "I'm gonna take a shower, babe," she kissed him briefly on the cheek. "You just relax." Still seated on the edge of the wooden bed, he watched her climb the stairs, her firm, heart-shaped ass wobbling. A bright smile appeared on his face, despite the slight discomfort his long-lasting erection caused him. With a faint limp, he climbed up to the ground floor; he opened the fridge, gulped down some cold water, then...his glance fell on two cans of Guinness. He reached for them; stopped himself at the last moment. With his heart palpitating, he took, instead, a bottle of mineral water and went to the living room. "What are you watching?" Peggy asked, when she entered the room wrapped in a towel, her skin still damp, while drying her long, brown hair with another towel. "Nothing but reruns," he shrugged. "We should really consider upgrading to..." "Save it for work, baby," she giggled kindheartedly. "Your arguments won't work on me." "I know," he grinned. "By the way—" she flipped her head and crossed her legs high, sitting next to him "—I was thinking of opening that Chardonnay bottle John and Bella brought last month. "What do you think?" "I don't see why not," he offered her the most reassuring smile he could muster. "You can enjoy a glass or two, without..." "*We* can enjoy a glass, together. *That*'s what I meant." "I...I'm not sure if I..." "Don't worry, baby," she leaned on to him and sucked on his neck—he tensed up, when she grabbed his still erect prick. "Well, the cuffs are doing wonders, huh? Still hard, despite watching reruns of silly comedies." "Yeah," he groaned. "Do you think..." "Oh, no," she shook her head, her wide, bright smile revealing her perfectly white teeth. "Especially if we're to have some wine, baby. I *need* something with which to control you." "Right," he lowered his head. "Does it hurt?" "Not that much, no..." "Good," she said sharply and leaped up from the couch. "Well, I'm gonna get dressed; why don't you start on dinner, huh?" "Sure thing, honey," he smiled. While he sliced up some tomatoes, an onion, and the garlic— which he then threw in a frying pan and stirred with some olive oil—he kept on stealing glimpses of the refrigerator, the image of the two Guinness all too vivid and inviting in his head. "How's it going?" She asked chirpily, as she sauntered into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a short negligee. "Five more minutes," he said, still eyeing the fridge. He threw the pasta in the boiling water and added a healthy splash of salt. "By the way," she said, after she had opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses, "I got a call from my agent this morning." "No kidding." He cleared his throat, wishing to clear the rust off his voice, while his heart immediately sank down to his stomach. "Yeah. Apparently, two publishers responded positively to my manuscript and made him an offer." "That's...good." He forced himself to smile. "Soon enough, I'll be the breadwinner of the house," she winked. "The offers were *that* good, huh?" "Nothing too extravagant, but...it'll certainly improve our economy." "Great." He threw the pasta in the boiling tomato sauce, stirred, and took the pan off the stove. "Dinner time," he announced, serving the pasta in two plates. "Smells great," she said cheerfully. "Yeah." He picked his glass of wine up and for a moment, which to him seemed a goddamn century, just stared at it. "To your literary success," he toasted. They clinked glasses and both had a tiny sip; David took a second one, out of habit, but, then hurriedly put the glass down on the table and pushed it slightly away. "Are you okay, baby? I mean...I realize I shouldn't...you know, I..." "It's perfectly all right, honey," he said, picking on his pasta indifferently. "That's all behind me now, that...*now*, I've got other dreams." He drew a deep breath and offered her the best smile he could. "I'm happy with our life, with...how things turned out." "You know—" she reached over the table and took his hand into hers "—I'd never have written that book, if it wasn't for you. It's your success, as much as it's mine. *If* it ends up a success, of course." "Sure, yeah." He stared at his pasta, while stealing glares of the wine. "I guess, you may have a point." "Of course I do, baby, I..." She squeezed his hand tenderly. He lifted his gaze and met her kind eyes. "I *wouldn't* have done it, had it not been for you." "I...thanks. Shall we eat now?" "It tastes heavenly," she smiled and wiped her mouth on a napkin. "Aren't you hungry?" "Yeah, I..." He stuffed his mouth with a forkful and munched real slow. "It really hurt you, didn't it?" "Nope," he shook his head and washed the pasta down with a generous swig of wine. Immediately, a fire was lit under his skin; a magnificent sensation he'd *almost* forgotten. He drew a deep breath and forced himself to finish his plate, before allowing himself another sip. "Well—" Peggy removed the testicle cuffs "—I guess, it won't be needed any longer today, huh?" "I didn't mind," he said, yet unable to stop a sigh of relief escaping his mouth. "Sure you didn't," Peggy nodded with a faint curl of her lips—the sadness in her eyes made his heart sink down to his stomach. \* \* \* \* Late at night, David sat in the small room he called office; it was pitch dark but for the bright blue light of the computer screen showering his face. He dug up an old pack of Marlboro from the bottom drawer and lit one; the first cloud of blue smoke he blew out seemed magical, as if withholding the answers to all the hard questions of life. He cracked the sweating Guinness can open and had a long swig, which he accompanied with another drag from the stale, hay-tasting cigarette. Momentarily, he burst into violent coughs, but, when he settled down and his throat stopped burning, thanks to another generous sip, his mind felt liberated in a way he hadn't experienced in three years. Then, he crushed the cigarette in the metal box (formerly containing candy) which also was hidden in the bottom drawer, underneath piles of white papers, and placed his fingers on the keyboard: *it feels as if I'm going insane; sometimes. I mean, I* *am* *happy with my life, with Peggy, with...up until today, I hadn't thought of my life before her—except, perhaps, from a few dreams/memories (the lines can get pretty thin there). either way, though, I am (or should be) happy for Peggy, for the changes she's instilled in my life.* *I still recall how we met; that small, stinky dive bar wherein I spent most of my days and nights, drinking the world away one bottle at a time. being a pure bastard fueled by high octane rotgut whiskey and well tequila,* *there were different dreams back then; dreams that Peggy's realizing and I can't possibly live vicariously through her. I mean...that's what got me today, that's what...yeah, my work sucks donkey ass, but, at the very least, it pays the bills and it beats day labor and poverty.* *I mean, do I truly miss the days I washed onion sandwiches down with fortified wine? No...and yes. in some bizarre way, I actually Do. now, I'm sitting in this small office in a nice little house in the suburbs, with enough money not to worry about the bills, about bill collectors, about the next proper meal (or, even just the next candy bar, or onion sandwich)* *and, of course, I've got Peggy; she loves me, I love her. she offers me a completely different sexual satisfaction than what I knew before I met her. back then...just sitting down, choking down beer and smoking stale cigarettes, while writing reminds me of those days in tiny, dirty apartments, where I wrote meaningless stories and poems about my life in the gutter, while some stranger of the night slept her buzz off on my bed, and my unwashed for months sheets.* *but, it's different, too. I'm not drunk, I haven't drunk two fifths of rotgut bourbon, I haven't drained a whole case of cheap beer. I'm just trying to figure shit out, trying to understand where I want to be, what I want to do.* *just this morning, I'd have said "I want to do what I'm doing now. be with Peggy, letting her control various aspects of my life, allowing her to dominate and humiliate me in sex, being the dominant partner of this relationship, assuming control of everything, economics, sex, social life..."* *yeah, even when I was at the grocery shop this afternoon, picking tomatoes while wondering if anyone knew I was wearing a goddamn thong, I'd have said I wanted all this.* *but, now, that Peggy's about to live my literary dream, I...don't know. maybe, the hopeless living in the gutter was a better alternative. at least, back then, I knew I was hopeless, but, I also had the freedom to* *dream**.* *no, I'm talking damn crazy. I want the life I've got. sure, I wouldn't say no to trading my current job for something better, but...I guess, I was always weak, always wanted a strong woman to take over, to help me focus and keep me on a straight pathway.* *being clean and sober...sucks. I have to be honest to myself. but, at the same time, Peggy helped me keep my focus, helped me with finding a job, and keep it. back in my college days, I'd show up drunk for most lectures. I defended my master's thesis after a two-week bender and was probably half-baked during the defense. still, I passed.* *I wonder if all those meetings at work would go better (for me), if I showed up in that mean drunk spirit that characterized me for so damn long...I'd sure be able to tell my boss, and that stupid cocksucker Jack, to go fuck themselves with their aggressive policies and their sacred statistics and success rates...* *beer's over; one more in the fridge. then...what? there's a liquor store down the street, but, making a dash to it isn't exactly an option anymore—once, I didn't have money to justify late night runs to the liquor stores, now, I can afford it but can't justify it to Peggy.* *always something missing; always something...I've been going on and on for far too long. I'll close this thing down, go enjoy the second, and final, Guinness on the porch. let the fresh air hit me, maybe, it'll sweep off the clouds in my mind and let me go back to the simpler times of knowing what I wanted.* \* \* \* \* "Well, I'll be *damned*!" Jim, the tall, robust bartender, exclaimed, dropping his towel on the counter which he was wiping, as soon as David stepped into the dim-lit dive. "Hey, man." David gave him an exhausted smile and sat on the same barstool he used to sit on before he met Peggy. "Been a while, huh?" Jim grinned. "You're looking sharp! So, what can I get you?" "Just a Bud." "No whiskey today?" Jim raised his eyebrow, as he popped the cold, already sweating bottle. "No...not yet," David downed half the bottle. "Shit, I needed that." "Shit going tough?" "Yeah," David shrugged. "How're things around here?" "Like always; well, plenty of new faces." "I don't see any," David chuckled, as he theatrically glanced about at the empty dive, bar a lonely old man sitting on the corner booth. "They're night drinkers," Jim explained. "After you were gone, I've got almost no day drinkers to serve." "Always here, huh?" "Always, man. Someone's got to run this place and I don't trust these young kids coming here with their fancy mixologist degrees to be able to handle the regulars." "Yeah, I'd imagine Tom and Gary would eat a bartender calling himself a *mixologist* alive!" David laughed heartily. "You haven't heard?" Jim's face darkened. "They're both...shit, man, I hate being the bearer of bad news, but..." "You're kidding me," David's jaw dropped. "How'd they die?" "Tom got hit by a car; he was drunk, crossed the street at the worst possible moment." Jim rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Gary...cirrhosis. He always used to say he'd one day shit his liver out, remember? Guess he came as close to it as biologically possible." "Fuck," David mumbled and drained his beer. "Want another?" "I..." He checked his watch and swept his hair off his forehead. "No, man, I think I better...got a woman waiting for me at home, and I guess...shouldn't be late, you know? She'll get worried and all." He almost tripped, as he hastily jumped off the stool. "Nice seeing you again, man!" Jim said with a sad twitch of his lips. David waved at him from the doorway, while he glanced about the dive that for years had been his only true home for one last time. *One last time*; it was what he firmly said to himself, still tasting the cold beer in his mouth, feeling the alcohol working on his brain. A small, pleading voice rang in his head, begging him for another beer—*just one more*. In the corner, he saw three guys standing around—drug dealing. Watching a young man slumbering toward the tallest of the three, his head hanging low, then leaving away, with hastier steps, after a brief handshake, brought back way too many memories. He clenched his fists to stop the wild trembling and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket. He walked fast down to the main street, in search for a cab. All the while, he kept his head low, in fear of any of his former acquaintances recognizing him. No matter how determined he was to return to the life he had built with Peggy, he *knew* he was just one "hey there, man" away from abandoning the wagon for good. When the cab took him away from skid row and toward the *decent* suburbs, a piece of his heart withered away, forever. His former drinking buddies were dead; the barflies with whom he drank years away were forever gone. A fate that would have been his, too, had it not been for Penny entering that same dive, for reasons unknown, three years earlier. And so, both happy and sad for still being alive and not having followed his former friends to Hell, David paid the driver and sauntered through the front yard and into his *home*. "Hey, honey," Peggy rushed to him, as soon as he walked through the door, and fell in his arms. It took him a moment to wrap his arms around her, stunned by her plain appearance—just sweatpants and a tank top—as well as the warm welcome; he kissed her reluctantly on the neck. "Everything all right?" He asked, cupping her cheeks. "Yes, I...you?" Her lips trembled faintly. "Sure, I...guess." He lowered his gaze, suddenly overwhelmed by all the emotions and thoughts of the past few days. "You got me all worried last night," she sighed. "Stayed up late, I saw the two beer cans on your desk, the ashtray..." "Yeah, forgot to...sorry," he nodded. "It's the whole...you also came home late." "I...had to stay up a bit late at work, that's all." "Another meeting?" "Yeah." The corner of his lips twitched. "By the way," she cleared her throat to break the momentary deadly silence and lifted his chin with her finger, staring straight, and lovingly, into his eyes, "today something I had ordered for us finally arrived...though, I'm afraid it's...it was the worst possible day for it to arrive, isn't it?" Her crooked smile sent freezing shivers down his spine. "I..." He offered her the brightest smile he could muster up—after all, what he needed the most was a return to normalcy, to the new normalcy that had saved him from early death and/or insanity. "Show me." Warmth swarmed his heart and soothed his tormented brain, when he noticed the brightness that shone in Peggy's eyes. Eagerly—and hopelessly willing to succumb to whatever new sensations she had in store for him—he dropped on all fours and, with his tongue sticking out of his half-open mouth, followed her down to the basement. He undressed and climbed on the wooden bed; his heart beating fast, he observed Peggy searching in a quite big box, getting an erection just by staring at her bent over ass, looking magnificent even under the saggy sweatpants. "Not on your back, babe," she instructed him with a smile, briefly glancing at him. "That's it," she nodded approvingly, "stick that lovely ass up in the air." "Okay, Peg...*Mistress*," he was quick to correct himself with a deliberate cough. He rested his head on his hands, his knees already getting a bit sore from the hard wood. "Don't move, babe," she said sternly, when she walked to the other room of the basement, and out of his sight. "Yes, Mistress," he said, mechanically. His heartbeat increased exponentially, as countless thoughts raced through his mind—yet, they were all related to Peggy's new plan and his palpitation was caused solely by excitement. He gasped, when she returned, butt-naked but for her knee-high boots, and with the harness of a strap-on dildo tied around her waist. "Well," she winked, as she approached him with slow, steady steps, "what do you think, babe?" "It's..." He gulped, his gaze fixed on the quite big plastic cock. "Pretty damn big, Mistress; I mean..." "Oh," she giggled, "you think *this* one's big? Wait till you see the other two!" "What?" "This is just the warm-up, babe." She stood next to his face and stroked the fake dong, bringing it within an inch to his wide open mouth. "The biggest one dwarfs your forearm." Before he could respond, he felt the thick, silicone dong entering his mouth; he gagged almost immediately and his whole body jerked. "Well," she laughed heartily, while she slowly pushed the dildo down his throat, "now you know how it felt for me, when we first started dating." He sniffled and clenched his fists; his eyes bulged, when she put both hands on the back of his head and pushed. His throat expanded to accommodate the thick dong and gradually he was able to suppress his gag reflex; his heart banged hard against his chest and the faster she pounded his throat, the more liberated he felt. It was a sort of freedom he hadn't experienced even during his wildest (drunkest) days. His exhilaration increased by a hundredfold, when his asshole was violated by her index finger. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, as she moved her finger in a "come on over" motion, tickling his prostrate. And while it wasn't the first time she had done that, the knowledge that this time her finger would be followed by a fake cock that was bigger than his made his prick throb. He squirmed, when she buried the dildo deep in his throat and leaned forth, slipping a second finger in his ass, while jerking his prick with the other hand. His moans and grunts were muffled by the dong stuffing his mouth, but, he squirmed—to Peggy's giggling delight—when he lost control and came hard all over the bed. Several streams of thick cum shot out of his pulsating cannon, as the tension building up for weeks was finally released; he heaved, when she pulled the dildo out of his throat and his whole body trembled. "You made a big mess, babe," Peggy scolded him, albeit with a wide grin. "You *know* what to do, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress," he panted and, always on all fours, turned around and licked the spunk off the bed—his drooling mouth quickly filled with the strong, salty taste. With the corner of his eye, he caught Peggy climbing on the bed; he didn't stop licking his own cum, but, his buttocks instinctively clenched, when she slapped the dildo on his lower back. A hard spank on his asscheek made him squirm; he bit down his lips hard, both copper and salt assaulted his taste buds, and dug his fingertips on the wooden planks. The thick head of the dildo, still dripping with his saliva, stretched his asshole wide open—a loud scream escaped his mouth, when in one hard thrust Peggy buried the fake dong in his ass. The initial burning sensation did not let him thoroughly enjoy it from the get-go; however, Peggy's soothing whispers of nothingness in his ear, as well as her soft kisses on his cheek, as she leaned over him, not only soothed the pain, but, also made it a lot easier for him to accept his place in the relationship. Gradually, the pain subsided and was replaced by a wonderfully satisfactory sensation of being filled and excited. And as his moans grew deeper, she commenced pounding him, increasing her rhythm the deeper and oftener his groans grew. He bit his forearm to drown the screams that filled his throat, as the pounding his prostate sustained not only got him hard all over again, but, once more on the verge of climaxing. The plowing of his ass became even more intense and rough, as Peggy slammed him as hard and fast as she could—his legs went perfectly numb, when the strongest orgasm he ever experienced hit him like a runaway train. He whimpered and groaned, as thick streams of spunk shot out of his pulsating rod—to Peggy's delight, who spanked him. And it was that second orgasm that rendered his mind completely empty and felt as if all his problems and dark thoughts had been completely eviscerated. When Peggy finally pulled out, after an extremely long session, he was sore, gaped, and had lost count of his orgasms. "Consider this a reward for your patience and obedience," Peggy, panting, smiled and kissed him on the lips. "That was...*amazing*," he replied, with a tone of befuddlement. "And there's plenty more to come, baby." "Can't wait," he kissed her again. "How about some dinner first?" She winked. As he limped his way up the stairs, his ass on fire, he could not stop thinking how magnificent it had felt—and it wasn't just the penetration, but, the way everything had culminated to it, the way Peggy had broken the machismo he had built through years of drinking and fighting in skid row dives. The act of penetration was simply the last frontier; the final barrier that had to be broken, before he could wholeheartedly commit. His lips curled widely, when she hugged him from behind, both still naked, as he stirred the slices of chicken in the frying pan and added crème fresh. "Smells delicious, baby." She kissed him on the cheek, pinched his ass, and then opened the refrigerator. "Let's stick to water for tonight, huh?"

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Title: 2015 - Kiss Me, You Fool Tags: fantasy, lesbian, lesbian sex, romance, truckers, sex toys, exhibitionism & voyeurism, intersex, aura, hermaphrodite Part 1 Prologue For as far as she could remember, long hours on the road had always been soothing to Stéphanie. She used to find peace of mind in the endless miles, as a passenger with her trucker dad, then as a driver. Even as a child, the road was her own form of meditation. She could see her father's concentration and tried to imitate it. Eyes roaming from mirrors to road and back. Little Steph dreamed of being behind the wheel of the **behemoth** one day. Laurent Lafontaine had other dreams for his second daughter. He worked long weeks and was an absent father because he wanted a better life for her and her sister. He insisted she go to College, then University so she wouldn't have to work as hard as he did. A lesser man may have been disappointed that he didn't have a son. Not Larry. He couldn't wait for the days he spent at home between runs to reset his logbook. Father and daughter spent their time together. He regaled her with tales from the long road, but he couldn't get enough of the minutest details of her daily life. They sustained him during their separation. In the summer, he took her with him as soon as she was old enough. They spent hours laughing together at the endless stories they invented about the people they saw in other vehicles or sat in easy silence. When he was struck by a virulent form of pancreatic cancer, she spent all the time she could with him. He insisted she do her schoolwork instead of just sitting there, crying. As was his habit, he asked about her life, gently easing her into coming out to him. He had known for a while that she was gay and didn't want her to regret not telling him before it was too late. He also made her promise that she would get at least a B.Sc. even if she didn't go further. One evening, he asked her not to come back the next day. "I won't be here, baby. I'll be gone. I want you to remember your old man for the life he lived. Who knows? If you believe all the nonsense the various religions spout, we may just see each other again. If not, I want you to remember that I've loved you, your sister and your mom very much. Go now. See your girlfriend, drink a toast to life and give her a kiss for me. If you happen to grab her ass at the same time, well, enjoy." Contrary to most, death was never taboo in the Lafontaine family, so it was not something to be feared. Stéphanie kept her word and completed her B.Sc. in Sociology, then registered for a Masters. She earned her Class 1 permit on her eighteenth birthday. She worked part-time for a logistics company, in the warehouse and on the road after that. Knowing full well the demands of the long road, Steph never got in a serious relationship. She wasn't a player by any means. She simply recognized the sacrifices her chosen life required of both partners and she had seen enough marriages fail among truckers to know she didn't want the heartbreak. She was always upfront about where her priorities lay, but sometimes she wondered what love would feel like. Chapter 1 Over the years, Steph earned the choice of the region she worked in. It was a no-brainer for her. She loved the Deep South. She could relate to the laidback attitude of the people and she loved the food. So, when the Montreal-Beaumont-Houston-Montreal route was offered, she jumped at the chance. Like most drivers, Steph made the best of her logbook. She was paid by the mile, after all. Nature didn't always cooperate, though. A late March snowsquall east of Toronto had slowed her too much to cross the border that evening. She didn't mind. Tilbury was only a half-hour from the Detroit border crossing. It would mean an early start or she'd be stuck on the Ambassador Bridge in the morning traffic. Fortunately, she could close her log to skip the time she had wasted on the road. Unfortunately, it meant a short night. Ah well... Turning from the Subway counter with her chicken salad, Steph smiled. At the back table, a black woman's smile was showing her pearly whites. The twinkle in her eyes a welcome sight after twelve hours behind the wheel. "Hey, Frenchie!" The woman greeted Steph in her husky voice. "You're late tonight." "Howdy, Brenda. Coming back or on your way to California?" "We're back from a delivery in Arizona, actually. I stopped for a bite to eat." "Your partner's asleep?" "Yep. He did the last stretch, so he crashed once we crossed. And you? Still on the Beaumont run?" "I can't wait to be down south. It took five hours to go through Toronto because of a few flakes. I'm surprised they didn't call in the army to shovel the snow again." They laughed as they reminisced on the vagaries of crossing the metropolis while Steph ate. "Still team driving?" Steph asked. "Last month, you said you wanted to give single a try." "After eight years as a team, we're doing less of the shitty runs. So the money is good. As a single, I'd have to start at the bottom again." "Even though you worked for the same company all these years?" "You're kidding, right? They don't give a shit about that. Why do you think I stay in team? We get the longer trips because we drive 24 hours a day. As a single, I'd be stuck doing the shorter trips too often. Some drivers live with 350 miles a day. I can't afford that." "You're right. I never understood why they don't give the shorter runs to the drivers who want to be home more often and leave the long hauls to those of us who practically live in our trucks." They walked slowly to their trucks, still talking. When they arrived at Brenda's rig, she took Steph's hand and pulled her between the parked trucks. "I thought you had to get back on the road, girl." "Steph teased. "I'm horny, sugar. We work so much, we hardly have time for sex we're so tired all the time." "Do you want to come to my truck?" Brenda pulled her down for a deep kiss. "I just want to come, girl." This wasn't their first such encounter. They had met years before while waiting to be unloaded and had hit it off. The short chubby Southern black woman and the tall muscular Québécoise white woman found that they shared many interests, among them a similar twisted sense of humor. As sometimes happens, they crossed paths fairly often at clients' or in truck stops before Brenda and her partner started doing the California route regularly. A confirmed hetero, Brenda had been curious about what it was like to be a lesbian in a man's work environment. She was surprised to find that a lot of the prejudices she had been raised with were utter nonsense. Brenda helped her friend collect stats for her Masters thesis and invited her to her home in the outskirts of Memphis when Steph could take some days off down South. A couple of years earlier, on one such occasions, they were sitting on her back porch, enjoying a beer on a warm spring evening. Brenda was silent for a while, watching the stars. Steph waited for her to be ready. She had seen it coming for a while, but she wasn't one to push. She respected her friend too much. "Frenchie?" "Yes?" "I've been meaning to ask you something." "You know you can ask me anything, Bren. You were never shy. Why start now?" ""I don't want to offend you and I don't want you to think less of me..." Steph reached and put her hand on Brenda's. "I can't imagine why you'd think I would. You're my friend, girl." "I know... I wouldn't..." Steph got up and knelt between her friend's legs. Gently taking her cheeks in her hands, she looked deeply in her eyes. "Is this want you want to ask?" Leaning slowly, she kissed her softly. When Steph pulled back, she could clearly see the desire in the woman's eyes. She leaned in so their lips almost touched, leaving the next move in her friend's hands. One kiss. That's all it took for Brenda to let go of a lifetime of Baptist indoctrination. Nothing that felt this good could be as bad as she had been taught. Following Steph's lead, she caressed her cheek as she leaned in to kiss her, savoring the feel of a woman's lips. She may be a butch, Bren thought, but Steph's lips were the softest she'd ever kissed. Sure, she had fantasized about beautiful women, but nothing had prepared her for the reality of the intimate encounter. When she touched Steph's lips with her tongue, she was invited in. The contact was electrifying. With a moan, she deepened their kiss. Surprisingly, running her hand in Steph's crewcut didn't feel like doing it to a man. Maybe because she knew it was a woman's head she was feeling and a woman was reciprocating, running her fingers in her thick frizzy hair. "Can I... Can I touch you?" "You can do whatever you want, girl, but I think we should move inside, unless you want to give your neighbors a show they'll never forget." "As tempting as it would be, you're probably right." Steph was locking the door when Brenda molded her body against her back and wrapped her arms around her waist. "I always admired your body, Frenchie, but I had no idea how hard you are. I love feeling your abs." Brenda had watched her friend's strong body as she worked, but feeling it under her hands was something else. She ran them under her t-shirt, feeling the ripples of muscle. The soft feminine skin gradually eroded her reticence as she let her hands roam higher until she touched the bottom edge of smallish breasts. Cupping them, she pressed her own soft DDs against her back, wishing she didn't have a bra under her top. Steph let her friend go at her own rhythm. She wasn't the first woman who had asked her to take her cherry, but she chose carefully before she did. Brenda was mature enough to know what she wanted and wouldn't have regrets later. The feeling of fondling breasts, rolling hard nipples between her fingers, knowing she was the one making a woman she admired and respected moan made Brenda's vagina throb. When she had Steph pushing back against her, she lowered one hand and unsnapped her denim cut-offs. As soon as there was room, she slipped it inside the booty shorts she found there. She ran her fingers in the trimmed bush, then on the bare skin of her pussy. She caressed it the way she liked it, pressing the lips together and massaging them up and down. Moving up, she did the same to the clit inside its hood. She felt empowered when Steph moaned louder and humped against her hand. Pinching her nipples with one hand, she slipped two fingers in her wet vagina, curling them to caress the ridged area above the entrance while rubbing her clit with the heel of her hand. Within a minute, Steph was moaning louder and humping frenetically, both hands on the door to give herself leverage. Within another, Brenda could feel muscles spasm on her fingers, a flood of come wet her hand. She held on to her friend as she got a feeling that her legs were weak all of a sudden. Once the weakness passed, she turned Steph to face her, fingers still within her. With her other hand, she pulled her down so their lips could meet again. Holding her in place with a hand behind her neck, she mimicked her finger action with her tongue. The tall woman smiled as she was taken by the five-four woman. As she thought, Brenda must have been fantasizing about this moment for a while, because once she let go of her inhibitions, there was no hesitation. Her first orgasm took Steph by surprise, but it was a testament to her friend's enthusiasm. She was also surprised when Brenda turned her around and kissed her while she kept fingering her. Taking advantage of her long arms, she reached and pulled Brenda's tube top over her large breasts, glad that the bra was part of it. She kneaded them, tweaking the dark chocolate-colored nipples which seemed to be directly connected to her friend's clit because she was humping against her leg to the rhythm of Steph's caresses. It was a good thing that Steph was backed against the door because Brenda was bucking so hard, she would have thrown her off her feet. Try as she might, she couldn't hold off her orgasm until her friend came, but as soon as she cried out her release, so did Brenda. This time, they both collapsed on the kitchen floor. Once they caught their breath, they looked at each other and started laughing uncontrollably. "I guess that answers your question." Steph told her. "They say an image is worth a thousand words. Does this mean I'm a lesbian now?" "Do you think you'll want a cock again?" "Sure I will. This is different and great, but there's something about feeling a hard shaft penetrating me that's really satisfying." "So you're not a lesbian. At most, you're bi if you absolutely must have a label. And I didn't take your cherry yet. Do you want me to?" "I do. I want you to fuck me. Are you... are you packing?" Brenda asked shyly, remembering a story her friend had told her. "I thought you might want it, so I brought it in my overnight bag. Do you want me to take your cherry naturally or with it?" "Isn't it same thing?" "It depends how you look at it. With my fingers, I would take you as a woman. With the strap-on, it's an imitation of a man. Don't get me wrong, I will make you come either way. The choice is yours." "I though a butch like you would want to take me with the fake cock." "Who says I'm a butch? Because I wear the appropriate clothes for my work environment? You wear the same clothes. Because I find short hair more practical and requiring less maintenance? You wear dreads for pretty much the same reason. Being a butch is a lifestyle and it's not mine. Surf the web and you'll see what I mean." "I'm sorry. Another stereotype bites the dust." "Good for you, girl. What do you say we go to your bedroom and you can decide when we get there?" "Can you take my lesbian virginity as a woman, and fuck me with the strap-on after?" Brenda asked mock-coyly. "Greedy bitch." Steph laughed. "I'm yours for the night. You tell me what you want." As Brenda pulled her friend to her between the trucks, she grinned. "Is this surprise for lil ol' me?" "I saw your rig when I parked. I thought I might as well be prepared." "Are you ready to be daring?" "This late, everybody's asleep. If you're game, I am. Unless you want to go to my truck." "Where's the fun in that?" Too few short hours later, Steph bought two large coffees. She downed the first one while doing her inspection. When she pulled out of the truck stop, she was feeling almost human. The cold morning air had done much to revive her. Steph was a bit later than planned, but the line at US Customs wasn't too bad. For once, things were moving along. She caught the front end of the morning traffic in Detroit, though. Six hours later, she stopped at the Love's in Sparta, KY, for a shower and a Subway. After eating, she was still drowsy so she opted for a one hour power nap. It helped in more ways than one since it delayed her enough that she missed the evening rush hour in Nashville. She was early enough in Fairview, TN, to take the time for a full meal. Walking in the store, she was happy to see her friend Abigail. In a business where the turnover was enormous, Abi was the exception. She had gone from cleaning the showers at the age of eighteen to Manager at thirty, all in the same truck stop. They first met the summer before Steph started working on her Masters. They stayed friends through Abigail's heartbreaks and her failed marriage. Steph did her best to stop as often as she could. In recent years, with text messaging, she could now let her friend know when she would be in town and update her eta during the afternoon. That day, Abi waited for her so they could eat together. She drove them to a local restaurant for some privacy. Steph loved sweet ice tea and could only get the real thing in the South. If she could, she'd move south of the Mason-Dixon Line. For the people, the food and the climate. The order of preference depended on the feel of the moment. So she indulged in a plate of pulled pork with the local BBQ sauce, candied carrots, greens and biscuits. For dessert, she had fried apple pie à la mode. As usual, they caught up with the latest news, but that was quicker done that in the first years of their friendship since they kept in touch regularly thanks to the modern communication technologies. Abigail, once again, swore off men after catching her latest flame in bed with her twin sister. Steph couldn't help but laugh when she told her he had the gall to plead that he couldn't tell them apart. Abigail had natural strawberry blonde hair. Her sister's was platinum blonde thanks to Miss Clairol. "I've been thinking..." Abigail began. "About me, I hope." Steph teased. "As a matter of fact, yes. Over the years, I've seen you drivers coming and going. I talk to you. I even have many trucker friends. But I have no idea what it's like on the road except for your stories." "I understand. I often try to explain the life to sedentary people, but you can't really put it into words. A lot of it is a feeling." "I want to ask a favor from you." "Ask away. If I can, it's yours." "I have some vacation time coming soon. I'd like to ride with you for a week or two. As an incentive, if you want to take a week off down here, a friend offered his New Orleans house to me in August. You could park your truck near your client in Texas and I'll drive us there. We could stay for as long as you can endure being at the same place." "It's a job, Abi. If the company is good, I can live in one town however long I want. As for riding along, I'm not sure you realize what you'd be getting yourself into. It is a job and I work hard. You'd be bored in a couple of days at most." "I could bring some books. We could talk. I'd keep you company." "You'll talk twelve to fourteen hours a day?" Steph laughed. "That's exactly my point. I'd like to experience what it's like. Obviously, I can't drive, but I could get the feeling you talk about." "I don't know. I've never had anyone ride with me before. Can I get back to you on this?" "Of course. I didn't mean to pressure you. I was just asking." "Thanks. How long a heads up do you need?" "This is last year's vacation. If I don't take it before June, I lose it. I'm all ready to go. Two days would be more than enough." "Let me think about it." That evening, Steph lay in her bunkbed, thinking. Her truck was her private haven, her refuge from the world. It had been the subject of her dissertation, in fact. She had been tempted to expand it in a PhD research, but thought she had gone as far with it as she wanted to. The only time she invited people in it was to talk or for sex. Try as she might, she couldn't visualize what it would be like to essentially have a roommate. Moreover, one that would be with her 24/7. Looking around, she tried to picture someone else's things lying about in her space. She tried to imagine listening to someone breathe, or even snore, in the night. Her personal space reduced as the top bunk would have to be lowered so the invader could sleep. Steph laughed at the image. She had spent the night plenty of times in women's beds, cuddled against their warm bodies. She loved the way her breathing instinctively synchronized with theirs as they slipped into slumber together. This would be different, though. Abigail had been a good friend for years and she was strictly hetero. There would be no hanky-panky, obviously. She didn't want to jeopardize their friendship for a booty call. When her alarm went off, she found that she was still tired. At first, she thought she hadn't caught up on her sleep following her short night in Tilbury, but when she changed her boxers for the booty shorts she wore during the day, she saw that they were soiled with come. That hadn't happened to her in a long time. She washed up as best she could, but she was troubled as she went through her pre-departure routine. As always, the concentration required to drive safely took her in her meditative zone. \>*Still interested in spending long boring days with me?*\< \>*I can't wait. When?*\< \>*I can pick you up on my way through day after tomorrow. If not, it'll be next week.*\< \>*I was hoping you'd say yes. Everything is set up. Let me know your eta.*\< \>*I'll write when I leave Hammond in the morning.*\< \>*I'll be thinking of you.*\< \>*So will I. See you soon.*\< Steph was glad to see that Abi had some sense of the limited space in a cab. She had a single duffle bag and her hand bag. After putting it on her bunk behind the cupboard so there was no danger of it being flung forward if she had to brake suddenly, Steph explained the basic rules of living in a truck. "Basically, before we leave, everything must be secure. We don't want things flying around in case of emergency. You can wear shoes in your seat, but if you move anywhere else in the cab, you take them off. Every couple of days, we clean up. More often if needed. That means we wash the floor, dash and windows. Once a week, we clean all over." "I can help with that." "Now that you're familiar with the space, you must realize that privacy is almost non-existent. You can close the drape to change or do it in your bunk, but we will be hearing everything the other does." "So a fart goes a long way." "You can say that again, but what I meant is that if you indulge, you might as well do it in front of me." "What do you mean...? Oh! I don't do that." "You don't? Either your hormones are out of whack or you're a saint. Whatever. I just meant to warn you." "Does this mean you...?" "It's just a word, Abi. Surely you can say it." "Do you... masturbate?" "To my knowledge, everybody does. I'll take you at your word if you say you don't and stand corrected." "I may have... 'indulged'... once or twice... in the last week or so." Blushing, Abigail joined Steph and laughed too. "I'm a good Baptist girl. We don't talk about sex, even the nymphos. I guess it's all right to do it with you since you're worse than a Yankee." "Worse than a Yankee? How is that?" "You're from all the way north. You're not even American." "I'll take that as a compliment." "It is. I've always felt I could talk to you about things that I'd never dare say to an American woman, much less a Southern one." "You'd be surprised how much we have in common below the cultural surface. We're both women first and foremost. The rest is details." "I think we're going to have fun together." "I'm sure we will." That night, they stopped at the Flying J in Franklin, KY. "Do you want to shower?" Steph asked her friend. "What about you?" "I did last night, but I have only one free shower left at Flying J." "Do you shower every night?" "Sometimes in the morning, but I prefer to leave early so I have a better chance of finding parking when I stop for the night. For many new drivers, hygiene is the first thing to go. I was raised on the road though, so it's like home to me. While we're together, I can skip a shower here and there otherwise it's going to get expensive quickly." "Did you have gym class when you were in school?" Abigail asked. "I was lucky to be there before they started cutting them. Why?" "Why can't we shower together?" "Don't you tell your employees to watch out for that?" "Yes but we don't do anything about it really, it's so rare. As long as we use only the towels already supplied, it shouldn't be a problem." "And you don't mind showering with me?" "Why should I? I regularly shower with other women at the gym." "All right then. Once we're done, I'll eat a quick supper and go to bed. I need to catch up on my beauty sleep." They managed to slip Abi in without a problem. At first, Steph was a bit self-conscious, but she relaxed when her friend dropped trou without hesitation and was naked in short order. While she set the water temperature, Steph undressed and followed her. They took turns getting wet, soaping and rinsing. "Do you mind if I shave my legs?" Abi asked. "I wanted to do it before leaving home, but I was so nervous last evening that I must have packed and unpacked my duffel three times, so I forgot." "I normally do it when I stop for a log reset, but I guess I could too. Do you have an extra razor?" "I have a new pack. Do you only use soap or shaving gel?" "I usually use a gel. It protects the skin better." "You can use mine then." Seeing her friend naked hadn't entered in Steph's vision of their riding together, but she had to admit to herself that it had been almost inevitable. While doing it discreetly, she took in Abi's toned shapely body. At five-eight, she was only slightly shorter than Steph. She wore her C-cups tipped with dark brown nipples high. The muscles of her heart-shaped ass rippled as she moved around. Steph watched the drops of water glisten on the unblemished skin tanned a golden hue without unsightly white lines. She managed to pull herself from her daydream of how it would feel to have Abi's long blond hair curtain over her as she leaned in for a kiss with her full lips while gazing at her with her cobalt blue eyes before her friend noticed. Abigail didn't lie to her friend when she told her that she was comfortable showering with other women at the gym. In a one on one situation, though... She had goosebumps all over her body and could feel herself getting wetter and wetter from the moment they climbed down from Steph's truck. She undressed and moved to the shower area quickly so her... sexual excitation -- there was no other word for what she was feeling -- wouldn't become apparent to Steph. She couldn't lie to herself. She was physically attracted to her friend. Abi loved that Steph was a few inches taller. Her strong-boned body exuded power. Abi had seen her in t-shirts molding her muscular torso, but she hadn't been prepared for the sight of her naked body. She had seen athletes in her day, women who trained day in and day out. Each and every one of them would kill for abs like Steph's. She could see clearly defined chest muscles around the firm B-cups with the surprisingly, to her, small nipples and aureolae. She wasn't surprised though to see all the white skin except for the areas exposed by her work clothes. She knew she was lucky to have the time and opportunity to avoid tan lines. She gulped when Steph faced her and she got a good look at the V leading to a neatly trimmed bush and the bald pussy her friend would probably freshen soon. The body fit perfectly with Steph's chiseled features of which her most outstanding were her hazel eyes. It would be so easy to get lost in them. All in all, not a pretty face in the conventional sense, but one that reflected a strong personality. Abi wondered how her auburn hair would look if longer than in a crewcut. "Would you spread some lotion on my back, please?" Steph asked Abigail. "There are always spots I can't reach." "I have the same problem at the tanning salon, but the owner is a friend, so she comes in my booth and does my back even if it's against the rules." "I appreciate the massage, Abi, but you don't have to do it." "That's all right. I just want to make sure it penetrates the skin." "As much as I enjoy it, we'd better get out soon or the employees will start wondering what's happening in here." Back in the truck, Steph pulled down the top bunk and helped Abigail set-up the sheets. "I'm sorry, but tomorrow is going to be a long day. Once we cross into Canada, I will have an extra two hours of driving time and I always use them when I can. If you want to read for a while, feel free. If you want to sleep some more when I'm ready to leave, you can use my bunk." Impulsively, Abi pulled Steph in a hug and kissed her cheek. "Thank you so very much for letting me tag along. I'll try not to be in your way." "It's not a problem. I admit I wasn't too sure, but I liked having some company today. It made the miles seem to go by faster." After showering together, Steph had no problem sitting on her bed while Abi undressed and pulled on a t-shirt. They talked as Steph changed to a pair of boxers and a t-shirt too. "Goodnight, Abi." "Goodnight, Steph." Stéphanie thought it would take her a while to fall asleep, but her... nervousness of the previous nights had fled and she was in deep sleep within minutes. Abigail heard Stéphanie's breathing change. With the silence inside the cab, she became conscious of all the noises around the truck. The engines running, the noisy reefers, trucks arriving and leaving. She tried to read for a while, but couldn't concentrate. It took her a long while to fall asleep. She was tempted to resort to her favorite relaxation technique, but didn't know if she could be discreet enough. In the middle of the night, she woke with a need to pee. Grumbling at the inconvenience, she climbed down and was getting dressed to go to the bathroom when Steph spoke to her. "Going for a walk at night? Not the best idea for a woman alone in a truck stop." "I need to pee. What else am I going to do?" "It depends on how shy you are. I forgot to explain last evening. I have a bottle with a wide opening. You can use it. Just be careful not to drop it or it's going to stink in here and it's a pain in the ass to clean. Or I can lend you a skirt and you can squat under the trailer or between the tractor and the trailer. If you go out though, bring the billy club I use to check the tires and be ready to use it if you need." "Please tell me you're kidding." "Unfortunately, I'm not. I thought you'd be aware of this as a truck stop manager." "We hear stories and we hired a security agency to drive around the lot regularly at night, but I didn't think it was this bad." "It's the same as everywhere else in society. Only one rape in ten gets reported and truckers are proud people. Many women drivers have camping toilets in their trucks. If you want to go to the building, I'll come with you." "No, you need to sleep. I'll borrow your skirt and be careful." Steph reached over her head and opened the air vent. "If anything happens, shout and I'll be there." "I'm sorry I woke you." "It's nothing. I'm so used to it that I forgot to tell you before we went to sleep. There's a roll of toilet paper in the storage space above the door." "Thanks. I'll be quick." As she waited for Abigail to come back, Steph realized that there were a lot of things she took as a given that she would have to explain to her friend. Chapter 2 The next days were very instructional for Abigail. She got quite an education on the driver side of the trucking industry. When they arrived in Montreal, Steph's next load wasn't ready so they went to a laundromat, then a restaurant. "Why don't you go to your home to do your laundry?" Abigail asked. "I don't have an apartment. What would be the point to pay for a place if I'm never there? I use my sister's address for official documents. I give her some money to pay the few bills like my driver's licence renewal and such." "Don't you ever get off the road? What about vacations?" "Every three months or so, I stop for three or four days to take care of things that need my presence. I stay at my sister's or a friend's place. In the winter, I stop in the South if I can. The same for vacations." "Isn't it a lonely life?" "I suppose it could be, but I have a lot of friends." She reached and squeezed Abi's hand briefly. "I've definitely not been lonely these last couple of days." "What about... You know?" "Sex? Companionship? Love?" "Exactly. I suppose you can masturbate all you want, but it can't be the same as doing it with a living human being. I suppose you often bring women with you." "You're right, it's not the same. I have lovers here and there, but I'm not a fan of one night stands. I do miss having a girlfriend, but I've seen enough relationships crash and burn that I manage to live alone just fine. I do hope that one day I will be part of a couple like my parents'. My father wasn't there often, but when he was, it was all about us and we knew what he sacrificed for us to have a better life." "Yet you became a trucker." "It's a question of temperament, I suppose. I love what I do and the life I lead." "You didn't answer my other question." Steph laughed. "You noticed that, did you? No, I don't bring anyone with me. You're the first." "Oh! I didn't know that." "We've been friends for a long time. You're one of the few constants in my life. When you gave me the opportunity to get to know you better, I took it. I hope you don't regret it." "I don't. I really don't." Abi was misty eyed. "I may not be alone day in day out like you, but I don't have many friends either. I... I was happy when you told me you were on this dedicated route." She took out her cell and flipped through it before passing it to Steph. It was her calendar app. Looking back a few months, Steph could see the dates where she stopped in Fairview were marked and the time they spent together annotated with the name of the restaurant where they ate or, if they just talked, how long they spent together. The estimated dates for the next month were also marked. "I wanted to get to know you better too." Abigail said softly. "I've been thinking about it for a long time and this is the only way I could come up with." "I don't know what to say." "I know you're a lesbian and you know I'm not. This has nothing to do with sex. I like you a lot and I wanted to spend some time with my friend. If you get tired of me, you can drop me off when we go through Fairview." "I'm sure you'll get tired of me first. I get the best of the deal here. I have a funny, intelligent woman to keep me company and if I ever get tired of listening to her, I can ogle her beautiful body for a while." "Oh you! If anyone is ogling, it's me. You have to keep your eyes on the road all the time." "You're not very observant. My eyes are constantly moving. I check you out each time I look in the right side mirrors." "You do? I mean, of course you check your mirrors." They laughed for the rest of the meal, competing for the subtlest double-entendres. When they got back to the yard, the dispatcher told Stéphanie that the load was ready so they drove to the client to switch an empty trailer for the full one. Thanks to the Canadian driving law, they were able to drive to a truck stop at the Ontario border. Steph explained that they would avoid the morning rush hour and could plan to go through Toronto around mid-day when the traffic is lighter, hopefully. With any luck, they'd be able to cross the border the same day. The days passed quickly as they talked about literally everything. They already knew they shared many interests, but had avoided the usual sensitive subjects before like religion and politics. Now, they found that they shared a cynic view of both. Being long time news junkies, they knew too much to still fall for the same old spins. At first, Abi was shy about satisfying her curiosity, but Steph assured her that she would happily answer all her questions. "I'd rather you know the facts, rather than base your opinions on prejudices and disinformation." She told her friend. Soon, Abigail realized that there were more similarities between hetero and gay couples than she had expected, aside from the basic physical and emotional differences between men and women. The women indulged in Steph's favorite pastime of making fun of four wheelers -- as truckers call car drivers -- or trying to guess what they did in life or where they were going. Abi laughed when she noticed that Steph's eyes were actually roving all the time and that she would spare a second to look at her. She took to making faces, winking or blowing her kisses. Caught in the game, she almost flashed her friend, but stopped herself at the last moment. Instead, she took lascivious poses. "You are such a tease. If I didn't know better, I'd think you're coming on to me." Steph laughed at Abi's deep blush. "I'm kidding. Girl, you're so easy." "And you're mean. I'll make it my mission in life to make you blush too before you drop me off." "Good luck with that." For the first time in years, Steph planned to bypass Abi's Flying J. She hadn't told anyone where she was going for her vacation and didn't want to set tongues wagging. "I assure you it's not that I'm ashamed of being seen with you." She told Steph. "It's just that the town's worst gossip works at Denny's and she's always looking for something to embarrass me with, real or imagined." "I understand. It's not a problem." "Really, it has nothing to do with you being a lesbian." "Abi, relax. I know how it can be. That's another reason I love my job. People can talk about me all they want. I'm not there to hear about it." Reaching across the cab, Abi put her hand on Steph's on the stick. "You're such a good person, Stéphanie. I'm proud to be your friend." "So am I, Abigail. I wish it was possible for me to be more that an occasional friend." She lifted Abi's hand and kissed her fingers. "Steph..." "Don't worry, I only meant that I wish I could live a normal life around here and be a real friend to you." "Trust me... dear, you are a better friend than most people I know." When Steph squeezed her hand in acknowledgement, Abi couldn't talk further over the lump in her throat. Undoing her seatbelt, she leaned over and kissed her friend's cheek before going to stretch on the bunk. The tears she had held back fell when her nose filled with Steph's scent from her pillow. The nightmare scenario Steph had imagined was coming to pass. She was losing the one friendship she had come to count on... to depend on. For the first time in her life, she seriously tried to imagine herself not being a truck driver... and failed. This was who she was, who she had grown up to be. When her friends put up pop idols posters on their walls, she had the picture of a black classic Peterbuilt 389. When she watched the Smokey and the Bandit movies, she didn't see herself as the Bandit in his Trans Am, but as Cledus Snow in his big rig. She remembered the chills she felt when he was barrelling toward the line of police cars, alone until all the trucks which had been behind him moved to his side. Also, even if she could leave the long road, there was the matter of getting a green card to work in the US. The decision to allow Abigail to ride along hadn't been easy and she was paying for her selfishness. The anticipated pleasure of being with her for more than a couple of hours at the time had overridden her reason. Now she could hear her friend sob in her bunk. It broke her heart. Abigail had cried herself to sleep. When she woke up, the truck wasn't moving so she thought they had made it to the truck stop Steph had planned to reach. Looking out, the parking lot looked familiar. Steph was closing her logbook when she joined her. Neither spoke until she was finished. "Do you want me to go?" Abi asked in a resigned voice. "Did I say something wrong?" ""No, dear Abi. You most certainly did not but I did, obviously. I can't stand you being unhappy. I'd rather things going back to how they were and I hope you can forget this happened so you can be my best friend again." "I'm your best friend?" "If I didn't ruin it by letting you ride with me." "Whatever gave you the idea that I wouldn't want to be your friend anymore? You are my best friend too." "Why were you crying then? I thought it was because of something I said or did. I didn't mean to come on to you when I kissed your hand. It was only a friendly thing to show you how much I care about you." "You're right and wrong at the same time. Your nice gesture made me finally admit how much I care about you too and I was crying because I realized what a loser I am when the person I care the most for outside of my family is a woman I've only seen for a few hours once a week the last three months and very irregularly for ten years and seven months before that." "I didn't say anything when you showed me your calendar app, but you're a bit anal, aren't you?" "I've been writing a journal since I was six. I can find the date and details of every single important event in my life. One of those was July fifteenth 2003. That's the day a tall handsome woman asked me for an extra towel. She left a dollar in tip too." "Wow! I didn't know I made such an impression." "What do you expect? You can't go around being nice to people and think they won't remember you. And have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? You are a very striking figure of a woman." "I'm sorry I stopped here, then. We can go down the road a bit. There's a Pilot in Dickson." "First, you closed your logbook. Second, I think you really didn't listen to me earlier. Get your things for the shower." Once they were out of the truck, Abi surprised her friend by taking her hand and holding it even when they walked in the store. She greeted to her employees as if nothing was out of the ordinary. At the shower ticket machine, she inserted a card of her own and punched a number. A different menu appeared and she ordered two showers. "Does this card work in every Flying J?" Steph grinned. "It's one of the perks of being manager though I doubt many use it for showers. Why?" Abigail returned the smile. "Just curious." Still hand in hand, they sat in the lounge to wait for their number to come up. A few employees came over to ask Abi a question. At one point, one whispered in her ear. After thanking her, Abi pulled Steph up and they made their way to the shower at the far end of the corridor. There were two sets of towels. "Should I ask?" "Do you remember the first man who came to talk to me? He's my assistant. He saw the ticket in my hand and asked for this shower to be readied. It's our VIP shower, you could say. It's not opened to the drivers." "I thought you didn't want to set tongues wagging. I think you pretty much came out to the whole store." "They can think whatever they want. I told you I'm proud to be your friend. I wanted to prove it to you." "That's laying it on thick, though. Won't it cause problems for you around here?" "I don't care. We both know I'm not a lesbian. Now, I hope you will believe I'm not ashamed to be seen with you." "I never thought you were. I just couldn't stand to hear you cry when I thought I was the cause of your sadness." "I'm sorry. I should have told you how I felt. I didn't think how it would affect you." "Now you know. Friends?" "Friends." They hugged for a long time, neither wanting to let go. "Do you want to shower or stay like this, fueling my fantasies for months to come?" Steph teased. "Maybe I'm saving memories for mine. Did you think of that?" "That's one of the things I love about you. You give as good as you get. Now, show me that gorgeous body." This time, Abigail took her time undressing in front of her friend. When she was done, she twirled and posed in front of her. "If you don't trust your memory, I'll even let you take pictures some time." "You're an awful tease. You realize I'll have to get back at you at some point, don't you?" "I certainly hope so." That shower was the most sensuous and erotic either had ever taken without actual sex being involved. When Steph asked her to rub body lotion on her back, Abi promised her a full body massage later. "I learned when I was in college to supplement my scholarship. I did it for years after that as a sideline." "So you manipulated men and women's bodies. That must be a fun job." "I only did women if it matters. I didn't take chances with men." "You 'did' women? Who's the lesbian here?" "Massages, you pervert. I did massages. I didn't do men because they expect a 'happy ending' with masseuses." "I never had a massage, but that sounds like a reasonable expectation. Don't you?" "I pegged you right. You *are* a pervert. Finish dressing. I'm starving." "If I'm a perv, you are too. You've been staring at my tits all this time." "Have not!" "Have too!" They laughed all the way to the restaurant. "Too bad the gossip queen isn't here tonight. I had planned to kiss you on the mouth in front of her." "What's holding you back?" "Perv!" "Tease!" At first, Abigail didn't know what woke her. She figured it must have been a truck passing in their row, so she turned around to go back to sleep. Before she could, she heard the most piteous sound she had ever heard. Before she could think, she was sitting on the edge of Steph's bed, her heart breaking at the mewl coming from her friend. It stopped when she stroked her hair reassuringly, but started again as soon as she lifted her hand. "My poor baby, what is hurting you like this?" She whispered. She leaned closer to hear what Steph was saying in her sleep. "Don't leave me, Abi. Don't leave me alone." Her own tears flowing freely too, she slipped under the covers and held her friend close. "I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. I'm here. Sleep now." She felt Steph's smile against her chest. "Abigail, honey. Time to wake up." "One more minute, mom." The ritual answer came automatically to Abi before she realized that she was holding Steph's head on her naked chest. "Oh! Sorry." "You're so cute when you blush. Offhand, I can think of ten more things to keep you blushing, but I'm more curious to know what you are doing naked in my bed." "I'm not naked." "Right. You're wearing a thong." "So there. We should get up now." "One minute, missy. You haven't answered my question." "I was too warm so I took off my t-shirt. That's all." "And you changed panties too? I'd say you were more hot than warm." "You heard me? I thought you were asleep." "I was, but the truck a-rockin' woke me. I'm kidding. Don't cry." Steph hugged her friend to console her. She may have held her longer than was strictly necessary, but their breasts pressing together were feeling too good to let go. "Don't be embarrassed. I did it too. We even came at the same time. It was great." "I didn't mean to..." "I told you before. Everybody does it. It's all right." "No it's not. It's private. I shouldn't have done it." "Relax, Abigail. It's perfectly natural. I won't tell anybody. Was it a good fantasy?" "As a matter of fact, yes. It was really hot. I just couldn't help myself." "Cool, but as much as I'd like to hear about it, that doesn't explain what you are doing in my bed holding me." "I didn't have much choice, did I? These bunkbeds are really narrow." "You're so right. I keep thinking I should complain to Kenworth." "You were having a nightmare and it seemed to help." "I must have been dreaming about my father. It still happens sometimes, even after all these years." "That must be it. We should be getting ready. We have to make up for the mileage we lost yesterday." "That's all right. It wasn't a total waste. Anyway, we're on my regular schedule now. Do you want to go back to sleep?" "I'm awake now. You're the one holding me in bed." "Just making sure you're okay. I can get up first if you don't mind me crawling over your body." "Perv." "Spoilsport." That day, every time Abi got up to get something in the back, she touched Steph. Putting her hand on her shoulder, caressing her hair, kissing her cheek. Early in the afternoon, after Steph fueled the truck and they picked-up some lunch to eat on the road, Abi asked her to stop for a moment before leaving the truck stop. "You keep calling me a tease, so I might as well be one for real." Holding Steph's gaze, she slowly took off her shorts, then her thong which she flung across the cab after sniffing it deeply. Looking around to make sure nobody was looking at them directly, she lifted her t-shirt. "I'm going to lie down in your bed and see if I can relive my hot fantasy." Getting up, she leaned and kissed Steph's cheek before whispering in her ear. "Drive safe, sweetheart." She squealed then giggled when her friend slapped her ass as she went by. Still laughing, Steph looked at the driver Abi had missed and who had watched her show. They exchanged grins and thumbs up. "If you're going to end up here anyway, you may as well get in my bed in the first place." "Special circumstances, perv. I was only trying to help." Steph put the back of her hand dramatically over her forehead. "I feel a cloud of melancholy descending upon me. I may need to be held." "I thought you were tired from driving such a long leg." "I am, but I'd sleep so much better in your arms." "Does trickery really work to get women in bed with you?" "As a matter of fact, I usually have to beat them back with a stick if I want to get any sleep at all." Abi squealed, but she wiggled her ass when Steph slapped it as she climbed to her bunk. "Goodnight, Mary Ellen." "Goodnight, John Boy." After fifteen minutes of tossing and turning, Abi joined Steph. Looking her in the eye, she took off her camisole and her friend's t-shirt. "Goodnight, sweetheart." "Goodnight, honey." "You're never going to be able to back up in that small space. The docks are too crowded." "That's why they call us professional drivers. Go open the doors and stand over there. You'll see how it's done." Abi watched, wide-eyed, as Steph positioned her rig and slipped in at the dock in a single smooth move. They placed the chocks and went inside. Steph registered her trailer and load numbers, then they waited in the drivers lounge for the trailer to be loaded. "I could never do that. It must take a special talent." "Every driver can do it. When you take the CDL course, they teach you the basics. The rest is practice." "Lots and lots of practice, I'm sure." "It looks worse than it is. The first time I backed at a dock, it took three tries." "Let me guess, you were still in diapers." "Not quite. I was fifteen and we were the only truck there so I didn't risk hitting another truck or trailer. I'd been driving in the yard for three years, as soon as I could reach the pedals. I started working in the yard at sixteen but didn't go on the road until I got my permit on my eighteenth birthday." "It must have been fun having your dad teach you." "It was. I spent most of my summers on the road with him from the age of ten. He taught me everything I know about driving a truck." "I wish I had been as close with my own father. He spent his week-ends with his buddies on the golf course or watching sports on TV." "I miss him a lot." Abi squeezed Steph's hand. "I know, sweetheart." The return trip to Montreal was bitter-sweet for the women. I meant that half their time together was gone. "This is your last time in Montreal. Do you want to do something special?" Steph asked. "Since your load is ready, why don't we hit the road right after the pick-up? If we hustle and are a bit lucky in Toronto, we can have an extra couple of hours when you drop me off. We could take a last shower at my place." "I wanted you to remember your last night here." "Trust me, dear, I won't forget it any time soon." "Don't cry, honey, or you're going to get me started too." Steph told Abi. "I can't help it. You're dropping me off tomorrow night, then you're going away." "I'll be back soon. I promise." "But..." "We made it work for ten years and ten months, since July fifteenth 2003. We'll work it out somehow." "Who's anal now?" "Not anal... Well, not that way. I only have a good memory for the important stuff." "Stéphanie, do you... do you want to have sex with me?" "I've wanted you for years, Abigail, but you're not ready." "I'm ready now. I want to have sex with you." "I know you do, honey. Let's just cuddle. It's what you really need right now." "Don't you find me desirable?" "You have no idea. You've spoiled me for every other woman." "I don't understand." "One day, you will." Dear Abigail, I wanted to give this to you before we parted, but my sister only found it today in one of my old boxes. The summer before I began working on my Masters, I kept a practice research log. This is one special page from it. *July 15th 2003* *I'm back in the South at last. I wish I could work here all the time. I always thought I was born at the wrong parallel. Now I* know *it.* *While I waited in the drivers lounge, I saw a gorgeous young woman. She was the one cleaning the showers. Damn, I wish I could watch water stream on her naked body.* *I wish I wasn't so shy. It took all my courage only to ask her for another towel. She must have thought me such a dork. I didn't mean to stare at her tits, but I couldn't meet her eyes. Her beautiful dark blue eyes. How I wish I could watch pleasure rise in them...* *I'm back. I couldn't help myself... Again.* *Once I had the towel, I admit I stared at her tight ass as she walked away. It took me three tries to unlock the door. What a klutz!* *I looked at myself in the mirror. What would she think if she saw me naked? She's so beautiful and I look more like a man. I think I'll start the isometric exercises program my friend Nathalie set up for me. I compared her perfect skin to mine. It feels like sandpaper. Maybe I should start using body lotion like my sister.* *The cool air made my nipples stand up. Yeah! It was the air. As it was the hot water that made my vagina wet. When I closed my eyes under the water, I could only see her. She has such a nice smile. And her voice. So sweet and musical. I almost moaned when she told me to enjoy my shower.* *I pictured her undressing before me. I watched her smooth creamy skin as it was revealed. My fingers twitched as I imagined what her breasts would feel like, my lips puckered as I wished I could kiss her nipples. I groaned when my hand cupped my mound as it would hers. I only needed to press on my clit a few times as I slipped two fingers inside myself to be floored by a fantastic orgasm.* *When I came to my senses, I was crumpled on the floor, my hand squeezed between my legs, tears mixing with the water.* *I took an inordinate amount of time to shower.* *I couldn't help myself.* *She had left a candy and a sweet card on the counter wishing me a good day. She even drew a daisy to dot the 'i' in her name. Abi. What a delicious name. I wanted to take it with me as a souvenir, but it's a working tool for her, so I only left her a tip.* *It's too bad I'll never see her again. I'll make sure to stop here again when I can. Just in case.* You too made an impression. I can't wait to see you next week. Stéphanie Sweetheart, Who's the tease now? I don't have to look through storage boxes to find my diary for July 2003. It's in my bedside table, hidden from prying eyes, but always within easy reach. The fifteenth is bookmarked with a very special card. I couldn't very well leave it for others to touch once I saw the trace of your lips on it, could I? *07/15/03* *Dear Diary,* *Another day cleaning after truckers. I can't believe the mess some people leave behind. I'm glad for rubber gloves and disinfectant. Yuk!* *When I came back with a Mountain Dew from the store, I noticed this beautiful woman in the drivers lounge. I say woman because I took a second look after seeing her from the back. At first, I thought she was a man. Those powerful shoulders and bulging biceps got me wet thinking how he could take me standing up, held in his strong arms. I thought he had a fantastic hair color. I had never seen a man with flaming auburn hair. Technically I still haven't.* *I thought I was discreet in taking a look at the man of my dreams when I passed beside him, but I was so surprised to see a woman that I walked into the wall instead of the eight feet wide arch. Not so discreet, Abi.* *I ran to our storage room to hide my blush.* *I took every opportunity... Okay, I snooped shamelessly, but I just had to see more of the woman. She looked to be about my age which was surprising considering the ease with which she interacted with the older men around her, as if she's been doing this all her life. The front of her t-shirt was as tight as the back. I'm definitely not attracted to women, but I wish I could have taken a picture of her.* *When she got up and walked in the other corridor, I almost ran around the section so I could casually cross her path before she went in her shower room.* *She had her back to me when I turned the corner so I had ample time to look at her from head to toe. She is slightly taller than me. She has a perfect body. Lean, but strong. Her waist narrowed only enough to emphasize her incredible butt. I bet I could bounce a coin off it. I couldn't see much of her legs because of her jeans, but I'm sure they were shapely.* *Again, I was drawn to her shoulders and the muscles at the top of her back.* *I saw her begin to turn just in time to get moving again so she wouldn't catch me staring.* *When I approached her, she looked me in the eye. I forgot everything else for a moment as I was lost in those deep hazel pools of... Then she was staring at my boobs. I've had men look at my titties instead of looking me in the eye more than I care to remember, but for some reason, I got a different vibe from her. Like she wasn't just another lesbian trucker ogling my chest.* *Of course, all that took only seconds... long intense seconds.* *I thought I heard something about towels and went to our storage room to get an extra, praying that it was what she had asked for so I wouldn't look like a fool. When I handed it to her, our fingers touched. I would have said 'briefly', but we both stood there longer than strictly necessary.* *Again on auto-pilot, I wished her a pleasant shower and turned away before my face burst in flames. I managed to walk, not run, to the bathroom where I locked myself in a stall, completely confused.* *You know I'm not a virgin. I quite enjoy being pounded by a hard cock. So I recognized my reaction as one of extreme arousal such as I feel in the presence of a man I'm physically attracted to.* *I was so confused that I was sorely tempted to masturbate to alleviate the rush of desire, but that would have been perverted. Instead, I splashed cold water on my face -- repeatedly -- and called a friend to arrange a hook-up after my shift.* *After all, I'd never see her again. She looked like a long haul driver and those rarely come back. Also, I will probably get a better job in September when I go away to Nashville U.* *PS: I must be sick or something. When Gerry got on top of me and I closed my eyes, I saw her face. When he slipped inside me, I wished she was the one doing it. At least, I couldn't call her name as I climaxed since I didn't know it, but she was the one who made me come.* As much as I hated being left behind, now that I read this again, I find myself as confused as the eighteen year old who wrote it. I have a lot to meditate about. I can't wait to see you either. Abigail \>*Most days, if you can wait until around 8:00pm to meditate, text me so we can do it together.*\< \>*Pervert. I feel a need for spiritual uplifting. Are you in your truck?*\< \>*I've been meditating while reading your email. I reached Nirvana when I read your PS.*\< \>*I've been there twice since I sent it, waiting for your reply. I'm looking at the photo I took of you in your bunk.*\< \>*I'm looking at you in the shower. You're all wet. So am I.*\< \>*I'm meditating furiously.*\< \>*I am too.*\< ... \>*Did you reach Nirvana?"*\< \>*I can't believe we just did this. Can we meditate together when you get here?*\< \>*I wouldn't have it any other way.*\< \>*Goodnight, sweetheart.*\< \>*Goodnight, honey.*\< Chapter 3 Over the years, Stéphanie had rationalized her sentiments and feelings for Abigail, finding a neat compartment for them. She was a friend, nothing more. When Abi asked to ride along for her vacation, Steph was deeply troubled. This would mean not only upsetting the delicate equilibrium she had attained and maintained for so long, but risk smashing the status quo to smithereens. She knew that a long trip where a couple was together 24/7 in an unfamiliar environment was a make or break proposition for a relationship. But she and Abi weren't a couple. Was she ready to take the chance of losing her best friend for the pleasure of her company for two whole weeks? The question was the answer. Abi was her best friend. Though there had been ups and downs, not only didn't she keep her best friend, but she felt she had taken strides toward that most elusive of goals: love. A strong-willed woman, once she made her choice, Abi outed herself flamboyantly and let her part of the world know that she was Steph's partner. The inevitable parting at the end of her vacation time was heartbreaking for both women. Abi spent the night in Steph's truck, wanting to be with her to the last possible minute. Steph was proud of herself for resisting when Abi asked to have sex with her. She was hoping her friend would be more than a sex buddy. The next day, when she stopped for the night, she saw that her sister finally emailed the document she had asked for days earlier. With much trepidation, she sent it to Abi. When she came back from showering and eating, she found that her friend had answered with a scan of her own diary. Even after their mutual masturbation session, sleep had been long in coming for Steph. Though she raged at the years wasted, she knew that Abi hadn't been ready to accept a lesbian relationship. In their first years of friendship, she was in her wild days of sexual exploration, going from man to man, pushing her limits. Then she married -- for the wrong reasons, in Steph's opinion. It lasted five years, at the end of which, she settled down, but still very much heterosexual. Steph didn't know what happened for Abi to have such a change of heart, but she was certain that Abi wanting to spend her vacation on the road with her had been a deliberate request. \>*I'm 3 hours away.*\< \>*You don't have to give me a countdown.*\< \>*Been meditating today?*\< \>*Tease. I'm not alone in my truck.*\< \>*It would be dangerous to meditate and drive.*\< \>*It's dangerous to text and drive too.*\< \>*Is our shower ready?*\< \>*I have a rack of ribs marinating. My sister will put it on the barbecue soon. I thought a hot relaxing bath would be nice before dinner.*\< \>*You do know I have to leave early tomorrow morning and that it's a long leg?*\< \>*Ah, well, a girl can dream. I'm taking you home for a shower and I have a roast slow-cooking in the oven. It will be ready when we are. I'll have you in bed at your usual time.*\< \>*Good. I need my beauty sleep.*\< \>*I said 'in bed'. We'll see about the sleep thing.*\< \>*Talk to you later, Abinator.*\< \>*Holding my breath.*\< In mid-April, Abi began to wait for Steph in her car. When she saw her pull in, she would park in front of the truck while she closed her log and did her post-trip inspection. She dressed as she had when they travelled together. They always went to her home for a shower and often stayed there to eat before going back to the truck to 'meditate' and cuddle. Steph adapted to the new circumstances. All that mattered to her was that she was with Abi. The last two weeks of July and the first of August, Abi wasn't available to see her. She pleaded an out of town formation that kept her away. Steph had no reason to doubt her word. They would spent the following two weeks together in New Orleans, after all. On her last run down south before their vacation, Abi texted to tell her she wasn't in Fairview, but in Louisiana, waiting for her. A bit disappointed, Steph pushed her logbook to the limit to see her as soon as she could. After unloading in Beaumont, TX, she raced back to the Petro truck stop in Egan, LA. She had barely backed in when a brand new metallic copper red GMC Canyon pick-up parked in front of her truck. Steph jumped down when she saw Abi come out of it. She couldn't wait to hug and kiss her. When she went to pull back, Abi held her and whispered in her ear. "I'm ready, Stéphanie. I want us to make love together. Don't cry, my love. It took me long enough, but I got it at last. Do your paperwork, I'll do the post-trip inspection and we can leave." "I've been waiting for so long to tell you. I love you, Abigail. I love you!" "That was only my first surprise. Get ready. I want to hit the road ASAP." While she closed her log and prepared her documents to scan, Steph watched Abi as she went through the inspection in a methodical and professional manner. When Abi opened the rigid cover of the cargo bed, Steph saw that she had traded her smaller duffel bag for two heavy duty canvas ones like hers. "You're a New Orleans Saints fan? I didn't know you liked football." "That's for show in the South. I'm actually a Patriots fan. The season hadn't started yet when I rode with you. Don't worry, I have a pair of good headphones." "What does that mean?" "Not yet, my love. I have lots of news for you. Are you ready to go?" "As ready as I'll ever be." "I was been hoping to give you my lesbian cherry in your truck, but I suppose we can christen it when we come back." Three hours later, they parked in front of a typical building in the French Quarter. Abi took Steph to a second floor apartment. "This is ours for two weeks." Abi said as she opened the windows to let in the evening breeze. "It belongs to an old friend of mine. He's out of town for a month. If you had more vacation time, we could have stayed longer." "If it's available again, we'll see next year. Did you plan something for the evening? I'm starving." "I hope you like Cajun." "I love it. Do you mind if I shower first?" "As a matter of fact, I do. Come here, you." Abi took Steph in her arms and locked gazes. "I love you, Stéphanie. I think I always loved you, but I didn't see it. And when I started recognizing the signs, I fought against it. I'm ashamed to say that it's the reason I got married. If you remember, it was during the period when you were around often. I didn't accept my feelings. I should have listened to my heart." "There's nothing to be ashamed, love. You weren't ready." "But I was, just as I knew what you meant at the end of our trip. I so wanted you, but I was still fighting against it." "Is that why you wanted to ride with me?" "It was my version of immersion therapy. Sink or swim. Guess what? I learned that I swim like a fish. I love you, Stéphanie." "Why didn't you tell me then or since?" "I had arrangements to make so I could be totally free to be yours if you want me." "Of course I want you. I've never wanted anybody else in the last eleven years." "Really?" "You know what I mean." "I do. Oh how I do." Steph's growling stomach interrupted them. "I see the monster has awakened. Didn't you eat lunch?" "Not really. I picked up some snacks when I fueled the truck. I didn't want to waste any more time than I had to getting to you." "That's so sweet. Here, let me undress you. Then *we* will shower *together*." "I like the sound of that." To Steph's surprise, Abi pulled her close and took deep breaths in her hair. "What are you doing, honey? I must smell of sweat. I didn't shower last night so I could cheat on my log." "When I went back to bed every morning after you hit the road, it wasn't to nap. I wanted to bury my face in your pillow to take in your scent, as I did with your boxers." "I know. You make this cute whimper when you try to come quietly." "Perv. I imagine you played with yourself while you listened to me." "Of course I did, but never until I came. It would have been too dangerous." Abi continued sniffing and licking Steph's skin. After pulling her t-shirt off, she just looked at her, basking in her beauty, as if it was the first time she was seeing her naked. She resumed her task, licking the drops of sweat in the valley between her breasts, nibbling across her collarbone. Kissing her way from the dip at the base of her throat to her breasts. Filling her mind with Steph's scent from her armpits. She had always been discreet in indulging this particular fetish for fear of being branded as a freak, but she felt no such qualms with the woman in her arms. When Abi knelt at Steph's feet and began to unbuckle her jeans, she stopped her. "Honey, I really have to shower. I didn't just eat snacks for lunch. I must stink." "I can tell. All those times we masturbated together, I could smell you from a distance. Now I can get the full effect." No sooner were Steph's pants down that Abi pressed her nose in her friend's crotch. Hurriedly, she pushed her own down to her knees so she could bury her fingers in her vagina. She was so close to the edge that she came as soon as she pulled Steph's panties aside and thrust her nose in her folds. "A little kinky, are we?" "Well, maybe a little. What about you? Do you have any fetishes you enjoy?" "I like anal sex and some forms of control play." "Like dom/sub role playing?" "Not exactly. It's more like taking charge during sex." "You can control me all you want. I can be your sex slave." "Only if I can be yours too. I need you to be my partner, not just another friend I have sex with." "Why did I wait so long?" Abi threw herself in Steph's arms, crying her eyes out. Steph let her get it out of your system. "We both have to leave the past behind us at some point, honey, and look forward." "I have, my love. I've been doing only that for months." "Is that your other surprise?" "More than one, but can you take my cherry now? I'll tell you everything over supper." "It will be my honor, love." Slowly, Steph finished undressing the woman of her dreams, losing herself in her blue eyes as she explored her body with her hands. Once they were both naked, she pressed their bodies together. Misty eyed, she kissed her tenderly. When her caresses reached Abi's pussy and Abi lifted her leg to wrap around her hip, Steph promised herself to wear her strap-on later so she could fulfil her lover's fantasy and take her standing up. Abi moaned loudly and pushed her face on Steph's neck. "Yes, my love! Take me! Make me yours!" When her lover was too gentle. Abi took hold of her wrist and shoved her fingers inside herself. "More! More! Fuck me hard! Harder!" Steph grinned wickedly. If she wanted it hard, she'd give her hard. She put both hands on Abi's ass and carried her until she was backed to the wall between the open French windows. Lifting her leg back to its former position, she penetrated her again roughly. With a handful of hair, she crushed their mouths together, kissing her with abandon while grinding her own clit on her leg. Hanging desperately on Steph's strong shoulders, Abi cried tears of happiness as she was ravished, as she gave herself like she never had. She felt the intense feeling radiate from her vagina being pounded, her mouth being forcibly taken, her breasts being crushed against her lover's. This was what she had dreamed of and so much more. Abi lost herself in the intense pleasure. All coherent thought ripped from her mind, she was a creature of the flesh, at the mercy of her body and of the woman controlling it mercilessly. She screamed her orgasm, her body shaking as if from a grand mal seizure. Reality was slow in asserting itself. Abi found that she was bent at the waist, Steph's body molded to hers, her fingers gently caressing her sensitized vagina from behind as her other arm supported her. She was holding on to a metal bar like a... Eyes snapping open, she saw that she was holding to the railing of their balcony. People were looking up, applauding and cheering. "Take a bow and wave, babe. This is the French Quarter in New Orleans. It's nothing they haven't seen before." Timidly, then with growing confidence, Abi did just that. Holding her breasts as if offering them, she twirled in Steph's arms and kissed her deeply to the crowd's delight. With a last swing of her hips, she pulled her inside. "That was some way to take my cherry. How did I find myself out there?" "Actually, you got yourself out on the balcony. I admit I had you in the door, then you stepped out and grabbed the railing, shaking your ass at me, shouting at me to take you. So I obliged." "I can't believe it. What did you do to me? I've never had any exhibitionist tendencies. In fact, I kind of lost track of things for a while there. The last thing I remember clearly, you were fingering me against the wall, then it's blur of sensations." "You're a very passionate woman, Abi. The only thing I can think of is that you gave yourself to me so completely that we became one for a time." "I remember thinking something to that effect. When I asked you to take me, to make me yours, I really meant it. I can't imagine my life without you." "Neither can I, honey. Neither can I." "Do you really mean it?" "I've been dreaming of it for years. Now we have to find a way to make it work. Why are you crying? It's a happy thing. I can apply for a green card and find a local company in Nashville. We'll work it out. I love you, Abigail." Still crying, Abi retrieved her handbag and pulled out her wallet. "You're a long haul driver, my love. I wouldn't want you to sacrifice your life for me." "I would in a minute for you." "I know you would. That's why I did this." She gave her driver's licence to Steph. "The morning you left, I called the regional manager and gave notice. I started AZ driver school two weeks later. I couldn't see you these last three weeks because I was on the road with a friend, getting more training. I know you told me you didn't want to drive in team because you don't trust other drivers, but this way I can ride with you and you can teach me. If I become good enough one day, we can do super single, not team. I want some downtime to make love with you every day." "I don't know what to say. You quit a promising career for me?" "Stéphanie, the only reason I stayed there so long is because it was the only way I could see you, however briefly and irregularly. There's nothing holding me back. That's my second surprise." "Are there more? You've just given me everything I could dream of." "We have an appointment tomorrow morning. We're going shopping." "We're going to buy sexy lingerie for you?" "That wasn't the plan, but I like the idea. We can buy some for you too." "Only if you choose it." "That was my idea. I had something else in mind too, but I wasn't sure if you'd like it." "I'm sure I will if it's something you want." "First, you need to know that I'm a lesbian through and through now. I thought I was before our weeks together on the road and I was certain of it by the time I came back." "I know, love. You kind of came out publicly the last time we drove through your truck stop." "I did, didn't I? But I didn't tell you that after you left and I told everyone I was quitting to be with you, most of them congratulated me and told me it was about time. It seems that I'd been pining for you for a long time and that it was the worst kept secret at work. I found out that it was the reason the mean bitch at the restaurant had it in for me." "Welcome to the wonderful world of bigotry. You will have to learn to deal with it." "I know. A friend already warned me. As for the thing I wanted to buy, I'd still like to feel a cock in me from time to time, but only if it's yours. Would you mind if...?" Abi blushed. "Hold on a second." Steph laughed. She brought her duffel bag from where she had dropped it and rummaged through it. "Is this what you had in mind?" She asked. Abi looked at the strap-on. It was a quality thing with well-worn leather straps. She ran her fingers over the fake cock, admiring the realistic texture. With a mischievous look at Steph, she took it in her mouth. "Are you still hungry?" "You're insatiable. Do you know if any restaurant around here delivers?" "You're right. I have two weeks to show you just how much I want you, after all. Let's shower then go out to eat." The lovers walked down the street, stopping often, ostensibly to do some window shopping, but really so Abi could stand in front of Steph and rub her ass against her. "We're never going to make it to the restaurant if you don't stop." "I can't help myself. Thank you for wearing it." "I'm so used to it that if feels natural. It took a long time to find a model that was this comfortable." "On our way back, I want to slip in an alley and have you take me there, like I'm a hooker and you a john." "So that's why you're wearing a skirt. Didn't you say you weren't an exhibitionist?" "Risqué sex is not exhibitionism. I've told you enough of my youthful escapades. You know I love to have sex in crazy places." "I'm not complaining. Just making an observation. I'll take you anywhere you want." "You really don't mind?" "I didn't tell you much of my own adventures. You see, *I* am an exhibitionist. That's why we were in the doorway. Then you took it all the way in public. Years ago, I heard of a special nudist camp where you don't have to hide to have sex. If we're ever in that area, we'll stop for a day so you can see what it's like." "You mean like a giant orgy?" "Not at all. Unless you want to. I mean you can have sex with your partner in public. If you're hot, sometimes people stand around close to watch. Personally, I draw the line at men coming on me." "I always found it gross too. I never got the 'money shots' in porn movies. Either we get in a restaurant right now or we find an alley. I'm so wet thinking about doing it with people watching me." Steph pushed Abi against a store window and ground her cock against her. "There's a club in Vegas where you can do it too." She whispered in her ear. "Imagine yourself on a bed, your legs spread wide. You play with yourself while you suck my cock. There are a dozen men and women standing close enough to touch you. After you've come once or twice and your juice is running down the crack of your ass, I flip you on all four and I slowly, ever so slowly slide my cock in your ass. Once your full and can't take anymore, I pull on your hair to arch your back and fuck you faster, harder until I'm slamming you all that I can. At the other end of the bed, a woman is being double-teamed by two men while another woman sits on her face. Your hand is between your legs, jamming three fingers in your cunt. When I slap your ass, you come so hard you squirt all the way to the woman who is coming with you." Laughing softly, Steph supported Abi as she recovered from her orgasm. "Who are you, you witch?" Abi asked in awe. "How do you do this to me?" "You're the one who was grinding against me. I just stood there and enjoyed." "I don't know if I can make it to a restaurant. My legs are like jelly." "I'll hold you. It's only a hundred feet from here." "I wanna go home and cuddle with you." Abi whined in a little girl's voice. "If you're a good girl, I'll fuck you like a whore after we eat." "Oh! You say the nicest things to me." They were still laughing when they walked in the restaurant. "It feels strange being in a big bed with you." Abi said. "It's less cozy than my... our bunk bed, I'll grant you that." "You know I still don't believe you didn't see the homeless man." "I swear I didn't know he was there until he crawled out from under the cardboard sheet." "You could have told me and I would have stopped. I mean, he was jacking off not six feet from us." "He's entitled to some pleasure too. And you were having such a nice time. I didn't want to spoil it for you." "You're so generous. Always thinking of others." "I am, aren't I?" "Stop laughing. That was me being sarcastic." "I know, but you're so cute when you pout." "You're a mean woman, Stéphanie Lafontaine." "I love you too, Abigail Jackson." "Oooooh!" "Don't cry, honey. Why are you sad?" "I'm not sad, I'm happy and you know it." "I do, my love." Steph said softly, pulling Abi to her. In minutes, she was asleep. Steph watched her for a long time, taking stock of the road behind and contemplating the long road before them. The next morning, Abi kept her hands to herself -- for the most part -- so they could have time to shower, eat a hearty breakfast and still be on time for their appointment. "Why are we at a Peterbuilt dealership, honey?" Steph asked. "For now, we're just looking. There's a Kenworth dealership not too far from here and a Volvo too." "If you like checking out trucks, we should look for a rodeo. Then you'd see some nice ones." "I'd like that, but this is my third surprise. Well, it's more like an offer I put out there with absolutely no strings attached. I heard a lot of pros and cons. Too many to have a real opinion, so I leave it to you to decide. You see, I sold my house, the one I got in the divorce settlement. Plus I negotiated with my ex and got a lump sum in lieu of future alimony payments. If you think it's a sound investment, we can buy our own truck and run as independents." Abi watched emotions play on her partner's face, getting worried when Steph didn't say anything. "The last three weeks, I was on the road with an old driver I know who had his own truck all his professional career. He was teaching me how to run the business side of things. I only know enough about engines and the rest to make an inspection and to know when to stop at a shop to have a mechanic look at it. I will be counting on you for that part." "Once again, you have me at a loss for words." "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?" "A good thing, for the most part, but I don't think you realize the scope of such a decision. Why don't we shop like you planned and collect as much information as we can? We can look at your business plan when we get to the apartment." "How do you know I have one?" "You wouldn't have gone to all that trouble if you weren't serious about this." "Which one did you like best?" Abi asked while they ate shrimp gumbo for a late lunch. "That's the very last criteria, honey. If we're doing this, we have to look for the best combination of fuel economy, reliability, road handling and much more. Once we are satisfied with that, we can customize our truck to our specifications as long as we can afford them." "I like that you're saying *our* truck." "Of course I am. What did you expect? We're partners." "Yes we are, my love. In everything. So, did you like the 389 Pete? I like the classic look and from what the salesman said, it looks interesting." "It did, but most of my experience has been with International Eagle and Kenworth T2000, except a long time ago when I drove with my dad. He swore by Peterbuilt." "I drove an older 389 with an eighteen speed transmission for my course. I liked it a lot even if it was a bitch in some tight yards." "If we were looking at older models, I'd think about Petes for sure, but the technologies have evolved quite a bit in recent years. Much of it is because of new EPA regulations and such. We have a lot of looking and thinking to do before we decide." "Wow! It's not like buying a car, is it?" "It's a business tool and our home. It will have to last for years and we can't have it break down on the road. That can get really expensive really fast. You can't just kick the tire and say you like the color." "Okay partner. So we keep things as they are now until we're confident we're making the right choice." "There's also the matter that I'm Canadian and you're American." "After what you just said, that's the easiest problem to solve. I believe that if we fix the numbers so that you appear to invest half of the money, we can incorporate in the US and you'd get a green card easily. There's another way too..." "I know, but why don't we wait a bit before we think about it. As for the money, I can put half. I've been saving for years. I might as well use it." "Is that why you want to leave things as they are for a while?" "Not at all, honey." Steph said, reaching for Abi's hand. "I really meant what I said about choosing a truck. If I was sure, I'd buy it tomorrow. It's such an important investment that I want to be certain." "All right then. What do you want to do for the rest of the afternoon?" "If you have nothing planned, why don't we go shopping for some lingerie? When we get home, we can check the internet and make plans for tomorrow." "I knew there was more to you than a beautiful body. Let's go. I can't wait to get home and ravish you." Abi was laying on Steph, kissing her as she slowly, deliberately lowered her pussy on her lover's strap-on. Her eyes glazed over as she felt herself being stretched by the fake cock. That position, with her knees on each side of Steph's waist, was the best for that. She couldn't believe she had waited so long to act on her feelings for her friend. She tried to prolong the delicious sensations by keeping her tempo slow, but soon, she was riding her for all she was worth. As she neared her goal, she felt Steph's finger slip in her ass, but she was too far gone to stop so it became only one more sensation, speeding her to a fantastic orgasm. When she came down, Steph's finger was still inside her, moving around slowly. At first, it felt strange, but once she was used to the feeling of the unusual invasion, she relaxed and found it rather pleasant. Abi stiffened when Steph added a second finger, but she gave her time to get used to it, massaging the outer muscle with the fingers of her other hand until she could push it in easily. "So this is what anal sex feels like. It's really special." "Do you like it?" "Strangely, yes. Yes I do. I was always curious about it, but I never let a man do it. All they'd want would be to shove their cock in and I didn't want to get hurt." "That's right. You have to take it slowly." "So you're not going to fuck me like in the fantasy you described yesterday?" "Only when you're ready. Baby steps first. We'll buy some butt plugs to get you used to the feeling. I didn't bring mine from the truck." "You use butt plugs?" "Does it repulse you?" "No. I'm just curious. What does it feel like? Do you use them when you masturbate?" "Sometimes, but most of the time I wear them while I drive." "Really? That's weird." "Why? There are models made especially to be worn for hours at a time." "I suppose you get off on the vibration from the truck." "Exactly. It used to be better for the vibration, but with the new pneumatic seats, you get a different feeling." "Will you teach me about anal sex? I heard lots of things and some of them sound yucky." "I know. Don't trust everything you see in porn either. A lot of what they do of patently non-hygienic and even dangerous." "Like what?" "ATM, for one. That's ass-to-mouth. Who wants to transfer fecal matter directly from their rectum to their mouth? I've also seen scenes where a man switches his dick back and forth from a woman's ass to her vagina. That's just plain sick and dangerous. I know these women clean themselves before doing anal scenes, but, come on. They take their health in their own hands." "You have your fingers in my ass." "And I won't do anything else with them before I clean them. Trust me." "I do trust you. Can you...?" "Go faster?" "Yes, please... Yes, like that." Abi tried to match Steph's thrusts with her bouncing on her cock, but as soon as she paid too much attention on the fingers in her ass, she lost her rhythm. Finally, she impaled herself and concentrated on being fucked in the ass. Soon, she found that the feelings reverberated in her vagina as her muscles contracted on the dildo. When Steph lifted her so she could suck on her breasts, she didn't think about what hole she was fucked in anymore. Only the sensations coursing through her body mattered. She couldn't believe she was having anal sex. It had always been the ultimate example of dirty sex. What else was she going to learn from her lover? She was riding a wave of pleasure when the image of Steph fucking her wildly in the ass in front of a crowd of spectators popped in her mind and she climaxed. "Wow! That was something else, my love. I hope you can teach me new things all the time." "If you keep an open mind, you'll teach me some too." "I doubt it. You have so much more experience. I'm just a baby lesbian." "You have an imagination. Add that to your hetero experiences and I'm sure you can come up with fun games to play. I seem to recall a story about a Ferris wheel and a hand job." "You would remember that one. It must have titillated you when you heard it." "You have no idea. I couldn't wait to get back to my truck. See? When we go out on our own, we can chose the cities we deliver to and how long we spend there. Let's check online to see where the best Ferris wheels are, for example." "We can also try to book trips to Vegas." "I like the way your mind works." "I just popped in my mind, like... I'd like to tell you something, but I don't want to hurt your feelings." "What is it? Never be afraid to talk to me. It's the only way we'll last together." "I know that. It's just that... When you were fucking my ass, as I was about to come, I got the picture of the Vegas fantasy in my mind and that's what tipped me over." "Why would it hurt my feelings?" "Because I wasn't thinking only of you when I came." "My poor baby, that's what fantasies are for. Everybody has them. Didn't you ever fuck a man dreaming that he was Brad Pitt?" "It was Keanu Reeves for me. And you?" "I had the biggest crushes on Demi Moore and Sigourney Weaver when I was younger." "A femme and a butch. A sensitive artist and an alien huntress. How eclectic of you." "I'm a woman of many facets." "As I'm discovering. And I thought I knew you." "Are you disappointed?" "Not at all. Quite the opposite. I told you I was already in love with you before spending more than a few hours at a time with you and that it confirmed what I was feeling. You're only adding to it with every moment we spend together. You won't get rid of me so easily." "I don't want to get rid of you, honey. I only want to make sure you know what you're getting yourself into." "I love you, pervert, but I'm going to have to climb off you or I'll walk funny tomorrow." "I'm sorry. I should have thought of that. Don't ever hesitate to tell me if something makes you uncomfortable or hurts. Poor baby. Here, let me kiss and make it better." "No! I'm too sensitive. Give me a break. A girl can only take so much." "So, you are not insatiable after all." "If you mean I'm not a glutton, you're right. But I can give as good as I get." Growling, Abi pinned Steph to the bed and proceeded to show her how good a student she was. The next day, they visited the isthmus and ate the picnic they had brought looking at the Gulf of Mexico, saddened that it had been irretrievably polluted just so a gas company could save a few bucks. When they got back, they took a nap before leaving for an evening on the town. Steph had the strangest dream. She was in a void with no body. She was a creature of sensations, but there was nothing around her to give her any. They all came from her inner self. At first, she thought she should recognize them, but they seemed to come from every part of her being. The energy level at her core was rising regularly for no reason she could discern. Hot, cold, tickling, sizzling, tickling, scratching. She trashed as much as an incorporeal being could, certain that she would cease to exist when she reached critical mass. When she did, she felt all that energy being expelled all at once. The sound of her own scream woke her. "Had a pleasant dream, love?" Abi asked with a satisfied grin. She was holding Steph's legs on her shoulders, the dildo from the strap-on buried deep in her, hands on her breasts. Both were covered with sweat. "I can't believe I slept through that." "You zonked out as soon as your head hit the pillow. You must have been very tired. And I went really slow which is not as easy as it sounds." "And you thought you couldn't find ways to surprise me. Sheesh!" "I aim to please." Abi giggled. "Would you mind if we stayed in tonight? I am tired. We could make something to eat with the staples we bought earlier and cuddle in front of the TV with a couple of beers." "That's fine by me. I'm not much of a club girl anyway." In the next few days, they did the touristy things. They shopped for things that would be useful for two women living in a truck. And they slept a lot, making up for lost sleep and storing energy. On the sixth day, Abi intercepted Steph in her pacing on the balcony. "What is it, my love? You've been antsy for the past two days." "This is the reason I don't take long vacations. After sleeping three or four days, I can't stand the idleness. I can't wait to be back on the road." "That's because you have no interests outside of work." "Do too." "Name one." "You." "Silly." Abi slapped her arm. "Name another." "I read books. I watch movies." "Why don't you?" "I forgot my reader in the truck and there's nothing good on TV." "There must be a library and a cinema somewhere around here." "I checked on the net. All they sell are best-sellers for the tourists and there's nothing good showing." "If you call your dispatcher, do you think he could get you back on the road day after tomorrow? We could drive back to Egan tonight and do a thorough cleaning of the cab and the laundry tomorrow. In the evening, we could read or watch a movie from your collection, go to bed early and be on the road the morning after." "I know what you're doing and it won't work. I promised you two weeks off the road. I was only thinking of myself and let my old single's habits get the better of me. This dog is going to have to learn new tricks. Here's a compromise. We drive there tonight and sleep in the truck. Tomorrow, we clean the cab from top to bottom and bring the laundry back here. It's a city celebrated around the world for its many activities, for crying out loud. I can't believe we can't keep ourselves busy between sex marathons." "I like your plan, but you're going to wear me raw. In our first hour here, I had more sex than since my divorce, nearly two years ago." "What about...?" "Hey, I had a rep to keep." "You know, this is a good opportunity to do a dry run to see how we could handle this if we were independent. Why don't we look at the sites where they post loads and see what they have? From your business plan, we know the rates we would accept. Let's see what they offer." "We could do that for the next couple of weeks for the cities where we would be if we took the runs. It would give us an idea if there is consistent work available and in which areas. I heard of a couple of places where drivers won't go unless they have a return trip already booked." "I could get on discussion boards with other independents and pick their brains." "Way to go partner. How about one of those sex marathons before we leave to sleep in a narrow bed?" "I thought you wanted to christen the truck?" "Who says we can't do both? We're on vacation, aren't we?" Chapter 4 As the main commercial terminal for the Nashville International Airport, the Robert C. H. Mathews Jr. terminal was always busy. Addy amused herself people watching, looking for celebrities arriving to the country music capital. She smiled and nodded to her clients, even those who didn't acknowledge her. She grinned wickedly as she watched them walk by, knowing full well which ones had been begging her to make them come as a treat after a strenuous training session. Opening the health food business with her childhood friend Tom had been a stroke of genius. Promoting it to the rich and famous with nutrition planning and personal physical training services earned them a comfortable living, among other perks. Being seen as a couple allowed both to hunt among their closeted clients with impunity and gave them the perfect reason to rebuff unwanted advances from their hetero clients. In fact, Addy had been about to close a buxom singer after working with her for three weeks. Under the pretext of helping her with her exercises and posture, she had been teasing her mercilessly, more than once bringing her to the edge of climax. This would have been the first day they would have been alone in her luxurious house without assistants, servants or husband. She loved her women with a full, voluptuous figure, especially with large breasts. Their flesh jiggling as she fucked them with her strap-on was a major turn-on for Addy. To say that she was pissed when her sister called to say that she and her partner were delayed at a client in Chicago and would arrive in Memphis only the next day would be an understatement since she also asked her to pick-up Steph's older sister at the airport, but she had never been able to say no to her twin. To make matters worse, the flight had been delayed in Atlanta so Addy had to call her client and cancel the appointment she had already pushed back. She had to step outside and give the woman a good session of hot phone sex so the irate client wouldn't close her account. Since she had been on the sidewalk outside the terminal the whole time, in full view of the crowd, and couldn't take care of herself, she was hot and bothered when she walked back inside and sat on a bench to wait. She was sorely tempted to make herself come by flexing her thighs and inner muscles. It wasn't wholly satisfactory, but it was better than nothing. Every now and again, she checked the picture on her phone. She had to admit that the woman had an ethereal quality about her that must be attractive to some, but she looked like a freaking wraith. She must live in a crypt and the heaviest thing she had lifted in her life must have been her shoes. She looked as if good gust of wing would blow her away. To pass the time, Addy engaged a conversation with a black woman who was sitting on the bench with her. She was a bit older than Addy and was waiting for her sister who was flying in on the same flight as Steph's sister. Not exactly overweight, she had the body of a woman who was not a stranger to hard work. While she talked about her husband and their children, she didn't stop Addy's hand from caressing her arm. Neither did she push her away when Addy leaned in to whisper in her ear and traced its contour with the tip of her tongue. When the next flow of passengers came out the doors from Customs, she hugged Addy and discreetly, but deliberately, cupped her beast. "If you really mean business, Sugar." She whispered in her ear. "I'll be at the Ark later tonight." With a lick across Addy's lips, she turned and greeted another sexy woman. Addy grinned wolfishly, picturing herself in bed with these two fine specimen of pulchritude after an evening at Nashville's finest lesbian club. Just as she was reconsidering her decision not to masturbate, a woman intruded in her personal space. "What the...?" She growled. "Oh! It's you. I mean, you must be Jo, Stéphanie's sister." "That's Jocelyne Lafontaine to you." Was the cold answer. "Is that someone you know? Or do you let just any woman fondle you in a public place?" "What if I do? What's it to you?" This was going down the crap hole in a hurry. She'd better drop the skank at her hotel ASAP and be rid of her. She reached down to take the large suitcase beside the woman, wondering if it had wheels. She barely lifted it an inch from the ground, surprised by its weight when her hand was slapped away and the woman lifted it without hesitation. 'Christ! The thing must be as heavy as she is.' She thought, revising her opinion of the woman's strength. 'Well, if she wants to show off, let's see how far she makes it.' "My truck is in the short term parking. Follow me." Addy decided to have some fun. She had gone about fifty feet toward the stairs to the footbridge to the parking garage when she noticed that she was alone. Looking back, she saw the woman waiting, tapping her foot impatiently. "What are you waiting for?" She called, but got no answer. Instead, even from the distance, she could see the woman's expression darkening, which was no mean feat considering her fine porcelain-smooth alabaster skin. With an exaggerated sigh, Addy walked back. "What?" "Either you're a moron or you take me for a fool." The woman pointed to a large sign above the door to the outside. On it were clearly rinted the words 'Short Term Parking' with an arrow pointing in that direction. Addy laughed. "All roads lead to Rome. Lead the way." She watched the woman walk before her, carrying her suitcase as if it weighed no more than a handbag. She imagined the strength on the delicate hand with long fine fingers and clearly freshly manicured nails. She looked thin. Addy almost laughed when she pictured her ribs showing. How could anyone let their body go to that extent? She must be a size 0 at most. She had to admire the business skirt suit, though. It looked tailor made out of good material. She didn't know the name, but recognized the trademark red soles of her polished ankle boots. To Addy's surprise, she made a beeline for Abi's truck. "Do you want to store my suitcase out here or on the backseat?" Addy unlocked the hard cover to the cargo bed and walked to the driver side door, using the fob to unlock the doors. "Which hotel are you going to?" She asked. "I don't know. Stéphanie said she'd take care of it." "You know which truck I drive, but you don't know which hotel you're booked into?" "I have pictures of both of their trucks and Steph told me you drove it occasionally. Considering your type, I surmised that you'd want to impress me and would be using it. As for the hotel, I'll just text my sister and ask." "My type?" Addy asked, but she got no answer as Jocelyne continued texting. Five minutes later, Addy was faced with a dilemma. Abi had texted that her partner hadn't booked a hotel because she wanted to spend time with her. So she had asked Addy to take Jocelyne to her house where they rented a room for when they stopped a few days since it had an extra room. That was not a problem per se, but it meant she wouldn't be able to meet the woman from the airport and possibly her sister too. "Here's the thing, Jo..." "Jocelyne." "Whatever. I have a hot date tonight. Do you mind if I drop you off and go out?" "Why would I mind?" "Cool. There's food in the fridge or you can order in. I have the full package cable, so you won't be bored." She didn't get the disdainful sniff, but didn't care in the least. Her mind was already on the night of debauchery she hoped for. Madeleine hadn't been really surprised when she walked in her friend's office and found her still working. "Joce, you're not going to cancel on your sister." She told her mock-sternly. "Your mother is already down there at Mrs. Jackson's place. I bet they're fixing to stuff ya'all with a mix of Québécois and Southern delicacies." "I'm sure they are, Maddie, and none of it healthy." "What do you expect? It's Christmas. It's supposed to be fun, not healthy." They both laughed at the argument they'd been having for the previous three days. "What are you doing still at your computer? Before he left for England to visit his family, Mr. Hastings told you that he would have security escort you out at 5:00pm and bar you from the building until the fifth if you hadn't already left." "It's only 4:45." "The car is waiting for us. Turn off your computer and let's go." "Give me a minute to put these files on a USB key so I can work on them next week." "Why don't you access your computer from there? The system is quite secure and you could lose the key." "I know the system is secure at this end, but I keep hearing how the internet can be hacked so easily. I don't feel comfortable using it to connect with the company server." "Didn't your IT people install the encryption software on your portable?" "Yes, but..." "You didn't go to the computer security formation, did you?" "I was busy. Mr. Hastings had important meetings that day and I had to be available." "I thought so. Leave the key here. I'll explain everything to you on the plane." They turned many heads as they walked the concourse to their flight's gate. With her 4-inch heels, Joce was more than half a foot taller than her friend, but the contrast between her pale skin and Maddie's dark one was striking. When Maddie walked past the business section of the plane, Joce had no choice but to follow since she had both of their tickets. "I thought we were going to work during the flight." She said. "You thought *you* were going to work. I have specific instructions to ply you with champagne and caviar all the way to Nashville." "Champagne and caviar?" "Ah, well. A girl can dream. I suppose we'll have to settle for wine and whatever we can get on an Air Canada plane." "It's not British Airways, that's for sure. Weren't you supposed to teach me about computer security?" Maddie reached in her bag and pulled out a pamphlet. "There you go. So, what do you want to talk about for the next few hours?" "What's the antonym for 'slave driver'?" "I don't know, but I'm partial to 'hedonist'." "Do you still plan a night out with your sister?" "I told you about the pact we made when I moved away for college. I have to go back at least twice a year and the first night is for the two of us only. We never missed one, even when she was pregnant." "I wish I was as close with my sister. She's hardly ever in Montreal and when she is, we don't talk much. Mostly we catch up on the things I did with her power of attorney while she was gone. Now that she all but moved down South, I suppose even that's going to wind down to nothing." "Didn't you tell me she wanted to spend time with you over Christmas?" "She did. I think I have her partner to thank for it. From what I gathered, she's been really good for Steph." "Ah, young love." "We're only three years older than she is. You may feel old, but I don't." Jocelyne laughed. Their Atlanta connection was late so they had time to eat and have another few drinks. They were a bit tipsy when they got on the American Airline plane. They had to wait so long for their luggage in Nashville that they were afraid the company had lost them in transit. Finally, both suitcases dropped onto the carrousel and they could walk through Customs without a hitch thanks to their Nexus cards. Maddie laughed as they walked out of the secure area. "It looks like my sister has flushed a bird out in the open. I hope she reeled her in for the night so we can have some fun with her. She looks okay for a white girl." "Don't be too hard on her. It's Abigail's sister." "We won't, but if we do, I promise we'll get her home safely." "Thanks, Maddie. You've got my number. Don't be a stranger." As she walked to her, the look of concupiscence in the woman's eyes blew away any residual sympathy she may have had for her. She wished Maddie and her sister all the fun they could get out of her. Things went downhill from there. The woman was obnoxious, condescending, abrasive... And to make matters worse she would have to stay at her place. She was seriously tempted to ask to be dropped off at the airport Marriott. Joce was glad when she was left alone. She almost laughed out loud when the woman primped herself to go out. She had her pegged right. This was an adolescent who had never grown up. Jocelyne looked through the peephole and smiled when she saw who had rung the bell at 4:00am. She let her robe fall open before unlocking the door. "Girl, you will be the death of me." Madeleine groaned. "You have to promise to let me know the moment you decide to join my team or become a switch hitter." "What? This little old thing. You've seen me wearing less while you bunked with me." "I don't care if I've seen you naked. Those sexy things really get my blood boiling." "Did you come here to play the voyeur or to tell me that something happened to your plaything?" "She may be an itsy bitsy bit drunk. She's in the car with Geraldine. I wanted to see if you were decent." "You wanted to make sure I wasn't, you mean." "Tomato, tomahto." "Don't tell me you got her drunk then..." "Jocelyne Lafontaine! Who do you take me for? A white girl? I admit she was on her way when we got to the hotel, but no more. What would be the fun in fucking a drunk woman? Really." "How come she's passed out drunk then?" "Once we gave her the time of her life, she tried to go drink for drink with my sister. I warned her, but she wouldn't listen," "No, I don't suppose she would. Can you bring her in, please?" The two sisters carried Addison to the house. As she walked in, Gerry looked at Joce. "You don't have to tie up your robe for me, Sugar." Jocelyne raised an eyebrow at her friend. "What kind of libellous tales have you been telling her?" "Moi? I would never..." "Yeah. Yeah. Sweetie, I closed my robe for the slut over there. You know you shouldn't believe everything your sister says." "She said you're nice, funny and hot. What did she lie about?" "Did she tell you I'm neither a lesbian nor bi?" "Yes, but she also told me you're an exhibitionist who likes to show off for her friends. Can I be your friend?" "Let's get this drunk to bed first or should we put her in the bath?" "She was sick twice on the way here. I doubt there's anything left in her stomach. The bed should be safe." Addison was dead weight when they dropped her in her bed and undressed her. "It's too bad she can't hold her liquor." Gerry pouted. "I was hoping she'd be good for the night." "Yeah. She's in really great shape." Maddie said wistfully. "That'll teach you to pick-up white trash at the airport." Joce told Gerry. "Hey, she's the one who tried to pick me up." "You are quite the catch, sis." "Are you sure you don't want to play even a little, Sugar?" "Leave her be, G. She's my friend." "Sorry, girl. Didn't you promise us a show?" "Promise is such a big word. Let's get out of here first in case she wakes up." They went to the living room where the sisters sat on the couch and Joce on the coffee table facing them. She stretched her long runner's legs to put her feet on the couch between the women. Running her nails sensuously on her white thighs, she looked at them. "Aren't you girls a bit overdressed?" When Geraldine would have put her hand on Joce's leg. Maddie slapped it away. "Look, but don't touch or we're going to have words, sis." "Sorry. It was a reflex. What did you have in mind, Sugar?" "If I'm going to play with myself, it's only fair that I get a show in return. No?" Jocelyne said, her smooth, sensual voice dropping an octave as she opened her robe and let it drop from her shoulders, revealing a satin red under bust corset with black trimmings. She had the smallest matching red g-string Gerry had ever seen. It barely covered her prominent lips and revealed that the only hair in the area were two thin lines forming a V pointing to her clit. Maddie had played with her friend before and was already taking off her top when Joce asked her sister. By the time Gerry has stripped to the waist, she was naked, playing with her breasts as Joce was. When they dropped a hand to their pussies, Gerry joined them. "Now I'm the one who's overdressed. Do you want me to take off the corset?" "No, sugar. It's so sexy, keep it." Maddie told her. "What about the piece of dental floss around my hips?" "Yes, please." Gerry said softly, mesmerized despite herself. "Do you want to take it off yourself?" Geraldine looked at her sister. "It's okay, honey. And you can look all you want. Eyes only. Wait until you get a good whiff of her." Jocelyne avidly watched the woman kneeling between her legs. Gerry's eyes followed the fingers going around the bare lips, then inside the leaking vagina only to come back out to spread the cream they had collected over the pouty lips and the erect clit. Without taking her eyes off her sister, Joce reached beside her, where Maggie had moved, to take her hand. Madeleine knew the gift Jocelyne was giving her with this seemingly innocent contact. This was as close to joining her as she had ever let anyone. .When Gerry leaned close to take a deep breath, Joce moaned from deep in her chest and plunged two fingers inside herself. Maddie knew she was close and accelerated her own rhythm to keep pace. Seeing her sister reach on the table to scoop some of Joce's cream and suck her fingers greedily was all it took to take both women over the top. Maddie would have laughed, but she was too deep in the throes of her orgasm. "Oops. Sorry, sis. I forgot to mention that she's a squirter." "I don't mind." Gerry said, licking all that she could reach while rubbing her clit furiously until she too climaxed. When she crumbled on the couch, Maddie leaned in and licked her face, then her massive breasts clean. She had her hand between her sister's legs before she remembered where they were. "Would it be okay if we played here?" She asked her friend. "You know I wouldn't like anything better than watch you, but this is not my home. I can't even go back with you to your hotel room. I don't dare leave her in that state." "You're right. I'm sorry. Maybe another day, then." "You know it. When's the next time you'll be in Montreal?" "I'm going back to New York on Monday to work on the Calgary project. I should drop in sometime in February." "I'll look forward to it." "I hope you'll be rid of that boyfriend of yours by then." "Fiancé." Jocelyne corrected automatically. "Probably. He's a nice man and all, but I've had just about enough of his unimaginative limp noodle. I've had more fun with you in the last three days that with him in the last three months. And we didn't even touch, for crying out loud." "Great. This means we won't have to get dressed to preserve his delicate sensibilities." "I'm beginning to think you're as much an exhibitionist as I am." "She is." Gerry told her. "Once mama managed to teach her to stay dressed, she was always taking off her underwear to show the boys how she didn't have a pipi like them. It was hilarious, until the mother of one of the boys caught her at it." They laughed as Maddie pushed her sister out the door before she revealed too many of her dirty little secrets. Before she left, she took Joce in her arms for a loving hug. "I'm glad you're dumping the jerk, sweetie." She said softly. "You deserve so much better." "Thank you, Maddie. You're a good friend. I hope we have time to get together before you leave." "I do too, but Christmas is important in my family. Last night was the only time Gerry and I could have alone together because of our pact. Later this morning, the circus begins in earnest." "I'll see if I can leave around Wednesday so I can drop in on you and we can celebrate the New Year together." "That would be great, but if you can't, I'll understand. Family comes first. Try to make the most of the time you have together." They held each other for a moment more before Maggie kissed Joce on the forehead and left. Jocelyne stayed at the door, hugging herself, unwilling to let go the feeling of closeness. She had come so close to leaving with her friend. She was still there minutes later when she thought she heard sobs coming from Addison's room. Taking a deep breath, she went to see what was wrong. Addison wanted to die. Short to that, she would have settled for a deep coma. She had a godawful taste in her mouth and her head was pounding. Curling on herself, she threw the covers over her head. In the peaceful dark, she fell asleep again. She woke feeling a little better, except for the splitting headache. She decided to stay where she was. She liked the feeling of her silky sheets on her naked skin... Naked! How had she gotten there? She remembered having a good time at the club, dancing with Gerry, the woman she had picked up at the airport. Or was she the one who had been picked up? Giggling, she decided she didn't mind. It had been a long time since she'd been seduced. Then her sister had brought them to her room. At the Marriott, no less. Both had been all over her in the cab. While she was kissing Gerry and fondling her huge breasts, Maddie was fingering her. In the elevator, she was sandwiched between them. As they kissed over her shoulder, Gerry had taken her from behind. The three of them caressed and kissed all the way to the room. The door was barely closed when Gerry finished undressing her and turned her around to Maddie who was already naked. The woman had pulled her in her embrace for a deep kiss. Addy was losing herself in the generous flesh, her face buried in the ample cleavage when Gerry pressed her own body against her back. She kissed her way down Maddie's body, paying homage to her flesh, kneading her bulges. Sitting on her folded legs, she craned her neck to kiss Maddie's nether lips. She licked the beads of cream, then sucked her large clit. She was entering her when her hips were lifted in strong hands to bring her to her knees, ass in the air. Maddie put one leg on Addy's shoulder to expose herself fully while Addy felt bites on her cheeks, then a tongue licked her asshole as she was fingered expertly. Addy's mouth was held roughly against the humping pussy. She sucked greedily on the flowing cream, adding another finger inside the hungry vagina, then one more. She thought that was all she could do when she was ordered to fist her lover. The muscles clamping on her hand and around her wrist were the little extra that had her climaxing on the mouth and fingers taking her. After that, she remembered masturbating as she watched the sisters having sex. The sight of their flesh jiggling as they tribbed was such a turn-on that she had orgasm after orgasm. Then, she was on all four between Gerry's raised knees, sucking on her clit, fisting her too, when she felt a hard object inserted in her vagina. She tried to match her hand's movement with the pounding she was getting, interspersed with hard slaps on her ass. For the first time in a long while, she was overwhelmed with pleasure and passed out when she climaxed. Coming to, she found her lovers passing a bottle of tequila back and forth. She intercepted it as it went by and took a long swig... And woke up in her own bed, naked. Somebody must have cleaned her up too because she smelled fresh and clean except for the new scent of sex from her hands between her legs as she vividly recalled the previous evening's entertainment. She should call Maddie at the hotel to thank her for bringing her home safely and washing her before putting her to bed. Maybe they could hook up again. She pushed the covers down and just laid there, enjoying the glow from being fully and completely satisfied. She turned on her stomach, to hump her hand. She was on the edge of her orgasm when her head fell on the pillow beside hers. She filled her nose with the subtle scent on it, imagining Maddie or Gerry lying there as they cuddled. Spent, she got ready to face the day. As she sat on the side of the bed, she saw two ibuprofen pills and a glass of water. Silently thanking Maddie and Gerry again, she took the pills with a long swallow of water. Still towelling herself dry, Addy walked in the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee. She was watching her expensive machine process her morning fix, swaying her hips to the memory of a song she had danced to the night before as she rubbed herself on Gerry. She had a hand on her breast when she heard a cup clink on a saucer behind her. Swirling around, she was shocked to see Steph's sister sitting at the island. She had completely forgotten about her. "Do you always prance around naked in front of your guests? It's no wonder you let strange women fondle you in public." "First of all, this is my house. Second, I forgot all about you. I'm not used to have visitors this early in the morning..." "It's noon." "Whatever. Do you always correct people talking to you? That's aggravating, you know." "So I've been told, but since I'm right most of the time, adults don't mind. But you would, of course." "That's twice you've insulted me. You don't know me. What gives you the right to judge me?" "I don't judge. I observe." "Again, whatever. If my conduct scandalizes you, you're welcome to call a cab and go to a hotel anytime you want. As for my being naked, I'll put some clothes on so I don't offend your religious bent." Jocelyne watched the woman walk away. She was really fit. Her muscles rippled under the golden skin. Joce remembered how she felt when she held her to ease her alcohol induced nightmare, their breasts pressed together, Addy's wet mound grinding on her leg. Joce had cried silently thinking she was probably dreaming of making love to Maddie. \>*Hello girl. Can we talk?*\< \>*I'm at my mother's house. What's up?\<* \>*I just wanted to talk with you. I really don't belong here.*\< \>*Is your sister there yet?*\< \>*They're probably in Memphis delivering their load. I expect them for supper.*\< \>*If you need me, just say the word and I'm there.*\< \>*I guess I can stand Addison for a few hours.*\< \>*Do you want to come over here for the afternoon? The more, the merrier, we always say.*\< \>*That's all right. I'm just messed up. I should have stayed in Montreal.*\< \>*Everything will be fine once Steph gets there, I'm sure.*\< \>*I guess. I'll go to my room and work a little while I wait for her.*\< \>*Breathe through the nose, Sugar. Deep breaths. You're the one who taught it to me.*\< \>*You're right. Have fun with your family.*\< \>*Speaking of which, Gerry says 'hi'. You made quite an impression on her.*\< Jocelyne was smiling as she booted her computer and settled in for an afternoon of reading financial reports and making synopses. The timer on the coffee machine was pinging when Addy walked back in the kitchen wearing leggings and a crop top. 'Fucking prude.' She thought when she saw that the woman wasn't there anymore. Mug of coffee in hand, she decided that a good dose of vitamin D would complete the recovery process. She walked to the pool and undressed to soak in the rays while she finished her liquid breakfast. When she was done, she dove in the pool and started doing laps. Hearing splashes, Joce went to the window and was surprised to see Addison swimming. She must be freezing. The sun was blazing, but it was only 58. The water could be heated, but still... She stayed at the window, admiring the form and the power of the woman's strokes. Why did she have to be so obnoxious? Realizing that her hand was in her panties, she pulled back a bit. It wouldn't do for Addison to know she was a voyeur and that she had gotten wet earlier as they talked and she discreetly ogled her firm breasts, flat stomach and bulging camel toe. She decided to join the useful to the agreeable. She undressed and, careful to stay out of sight, masturbated to a nice orgasm as she watched the woman and fantasized about her fine body. After licking her fingers clean, she moved to the center of the room and stretched carefully before starting her routine of calisthenics and isometric exercises. "Damn, woman. That's some workout routine you've got." Jocelyne snapped out of the meditative trance her training always took her to. She froze for a second upon seeing Addy leering as she deliberately examined her naked body. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU PERVERT!" She screamed as she snatched the coverlet from the bed to cover herself. "You shouldn't leave your door open if you're putting on a show." Addy smirked. "The door *was* closed. Now, get out of here." "I just wanted to tell you that Abi texted me. They're on the way and should be here in an hour." "Good for them because I won't be. I'm moving to a hotel." "Aw, come on. Turn around is fair. I saw you checking me out earlier. I figured I deserved the same chance." "You exposed yourself. I didn't. Will you get the fuck out or do I have to throw you out?" Addy was tempted to throw down the gauntlet, but she'd had to revise her opinion of the woman's strength twice already so maybe it wasn't such a good idea. Still smirking, she retreated and closed the door. Half an hour later, she was standing at the door after calling to Jocelyne that her cab was waiting. The woman had taken a quick shower and Addy heard her rummage through her room, then nothing until she heard the car honk. She watched Jocelyne come down the stairs with the deceptively heavy suitcase in hand. She wanted to get a last dig in, but the stormy expression on the woman's face convinced her to smile sweetly instead. "Have a safe trip, sweetheart." As expected, she didn't get an answer. When the woman passed her, she noticed the subtle scent swirling in her wake. It was really nice. She got the impression that she had come across it before, but couldn't pin the memory down. She watched the car drive away and went back inside for a cold beer. Chapter 5 Abi and Steph parked their rig in the yard of a local company they had an arrangement with and went through their post-trip routine. The delivery documents had already been scanned and sent to the broker. The money would be transferred in their account on Tuesday. When they were done, they put their stuff in the cargo bed of their pick-up. Addy was sitting in the back, texting while she waited for them. "Hiya, sis." Abi said. "How about if you tell us what happened with Jocelyne?" "There's nothing to tell. My house wasn't nice enough for her so she moved to a hotel." Abigail put a restraining hand on Stéphanie's arm before she could jump in the back seat. "Drop us off at the house, love. Go see Jocelyne. By the time you come back, I'll have the truth out of my sister. We'll advise then." "I knew this was a bad idea from the start." "And you were right. If we hadn't been delayed in Chicago, everything would have been fine. That's water under the bridge now. We'll deal with the situation once we have the facts. Please, my love." "You're right, as usual. And you, skank, if you've hurt my sister, you won't be fit to go to your mother's for the Christmas Eve supper and party tonight." "I swear, I didn't do anything. I went out with some friends last night and she got all huffy this morning, then she stormed out. That's all." Steph was surprised when Joce's friend, Madeleine opened the door. "Why are you here, Maddie? Is anything wrong with her?" "I don't know. She won't tell me. She texted me earlier that she was moving here for the duration. I arrived first and cancelled her reservation, I had her move in with me so she wouldn't be alone. She cried for a while, then fell asleep." "Addy may be Abi's sister, but I'm going to kill her if she hurt Joce." "You know how sensitive she is. I think she got her feelings hurt for the most part. I checked and there are no physical signs that anything else is wrong." "It's my fault. I should have been there for her. And I mean more than today. After dad died, I took every opportunity to run away from Montreal. I thought she was the strong one, the way she hung in there and got this great career." "I shouldn't say this, but I get the feeling that she did exactly the same thing. She immersed herself in work to the exclusion of everything else." "Doesn't she have a social life? I thought she was engaged to be married." "It's all for show, I'm afraid. And the fiancé is on his way out. He just doesn't know it yet." "I need to see her." "That's probably what she needs the most right now. You must show her that she's important to you." "I didn't know, Maddie." "Neither did she. That's the problem. She never admitted to herself that she needed anyone." Steph slipped in the room quietly. When she saw Joce sleeping, it broke her heart to realize how little she knew her own sister. She took off her boots and work clothes and slipped in the bed with her. Taking Joce in her arms, she cried silently as she held her. Jocelyne felt as if she finally saw a light at the end of the long tunnel of misery she had been walking through for what seemed like forever. She opened her eyes to find herself in her beloved sister's arms and, for some reason, she was crying. "Don't cry, baby. I'll take care of you." Joce whispered. Steph smiled tremulously. "I'm here for the same reason, big sis. I'm afraid I never told you, but I *do* I love you. I always looked up to you. Try as I might, I was never as good as you. I couldn't be. I was only a trucker at heart." "You're kidding, right? You're the strong one in the family. When dad died, mom hid in her volunteer work so she wouldn't have to face an empty home where dad would never come back at the end of the long road. I did the same with school, then I was lucky enough to find a job where I wouldn't have to think too much about my life. All that time, you worked hard and now not only do you own your business, but you have a wonderful partner who loves you." "You're so wrong, Joce. I ran away too. As soon as I could, I hid in a truck. As for the love of my life, it took us eleven years of waltzing around each other before we admitted that we were in love. We missed so much because we didn't talk to one another." "Maddie told me that family is the most important thing in our life. I guess I should have listened to her." "She's a good friend and a wise woman. If I know my partner, and I do, she's having words with her own sister right now. I'll have to talk to Abi, but what if we invested with you and bought that condo you've had your eye on forever? We have to keep our business based here, but it would be a good investment for us. You're the finance whizz in the family. I'm sure you can figure it out. That way, it would give us a pied-à-terre when we get off the road and we could spend some time together once in a while. What do you think?" "I think that I love you, Stephie. I also think you should save your money. I bought the condo three months ago. There is already a room waiting for you two." "When were you going to tell me?" "It was my Christmas gift to you. Mom misses you too. This trip down South is very special for her." Jocelyne laughed. "She didn't expect to find such a good friend in Abigail's mother." "I don't know what to say. I feel like I need a good spanking for being so dense all these years." "As your older sister, it would be my duty to discipline you, but in this case, Abigail should be the one to do it. Unless you want me to ask Maddie." "I don't think so. She would enjoy it too much and I'm afraid she'd get carried away." "You're probably right. She loves white girls' asses." "Does she love yours?" "She knows I'm not a lesbian, but both she and her sister had their way with Addison yesterday. They carried her home falling down drunk and I took care of her." "What else happened that you'd run out like that and be so sad?" "It's not important, Stephie. She's a jerk and I didn't react very well to her nonsense. That's all." "She *is* a jerk, I'll grant you that. Do you want to stay here with Maddie or do you want to come back with me? No pressure. It's completely your choice, but if you stay, Abi and I will be here all the time. I want to make up for lost time." "If you don't mind, I'd like to stay with Maddie. She's mostly going to be at her family's place anyway. I'll upgrade the room to a suite so you have your own room. We have a discount with our company plus some friends from the Auditor's office gave me a lot of Air Miles." "Only if you allow us to pay our share. We're going to save the money we used to give Addy anyway. Okay?" Jocelyne's answer was to hug her sister tightly and shed tears of happiness. Stéphanie laughed out loud when she saw Abi sitting on the porch, drinking a beer, leaning on a couple of boxes. "How's Joce?" Abi asked her partner when she sat beside her. "She's going to be okay now. Would you mind if we moved to the hotel with her and Maddie?" "That's fine by me. We were moving out of this place anyway. We're going to have to find another place to stop every now and again." "What if I told you that we already have a room in Montreal?" "I'd tell you that it's about time. We can probably throw away part of the junk we accumulated here and ship the rest to Jocelyne. That's where we're going to stay, isn't it?" "It is. I already know a company over there where we can park the rig." "Will she be joining us for supper at mom's?" "We're on our way to pick her up. She's switching hers and Maggie's room for a suite so we have a room too." "Maggie? Isn't she her friend from New York?" "She is. We always hear about how we live in a small world, but who'd 'a thought Joce would be friends with a woman from your hometown?" "I propose we go have a shower and change before we go see our moms." "I second. The motion is adopted unanimously. Don't you just love a well-run company?" Nobody commented on the fading red hand print on Addy's cheek, nor on the fact that she carried a cushion with her to sit on. They knew something had happened and they also knew who was the dominant twin. The Jackson family made Jocelyne feel welcome. Her mother, having arrived a week earlier, had been made an honorary Jackson after feeding them a traditional Québécois holiday meal at the previous Sunday family dinner. On Christmas Eve, she helped Ma Jackson prepare a Southern feast consisting of Southern stuffed quail, ribs in a sweet Memphis rub, her prize-winning chili, Southern fried green tomatoes, and a Tennessee whiskey sweet potato casserole. For dessert, they made a Tennessee jam cake and an Elvis Presley cake. The adults would get to try the secret Lafontaine family recipe of rum fruitcake. The black sheep of the family, a vegetarian, had prepared healthier dishes for himself and Joce. He led the good-natured counter-teasing and Jocelyne joined in the fun. At one point, both were standing on their chairs, calling down fire and brimstone on the meat-eating heathens in their best preacher imitations. That is until Steph tugged on Joce's skirt to get her attention. "You remember there's lard in mom's rum fruitcake, don't you?" At which point, Jocelyne promptly sat back on her chair. "You're on your own, reverend. I won't pass on mom's cake for anything." "Is it really that good?" "You have no idea. I suggest you go off the wagon for once. You won't regret it." "Yeah, bro." Addy told him. "And we saw you scarf some of Ma's chili on the sly." "Chili is made with beans." He huffed to the general laughter. Properly chastised by her sister, Addison did her best to make amends to Jocelyne. "I apologize for being rude to you. It was an inconvenience to me to pick you up at the airport. With the delay, I had to cancel an appointment with a client. Then I woke up with a major hangover, so I was in a bad mood. When we met in the kitchen, you surprised me because I had forgotten I wasn't alone and I reacted aggressively. Later, I saw you watching me from your window and you seemed to like what you saw. So, when I went to give you Abi's message, I admit that I didn't knock before I walked in. I have to tell you that I'm a physical trainer and seeing you going through your routines was unexpected. You really don't look like someone so fit. Plus, seeing you naked, I... You're very beautiful, you know. I just had to watch. Then you got all huffy again and I got angry." "I should apologize too. I came here with a chip on my shoulder. I didn't want to come in the first place. I don't do well out of my comfort zone. I suppose I wasn't nice from the start. I had no right to judge you, either at the airport or at your house. And you're very beautiful too. I should have guessed you trained seriously when I saw you do laps in the cold water." "Oh, the pool is heated, but I don't mind the cold so much. I soaked some rays before swimming. If it had been earlier, I would have gone for a run. There are nice trails around here." "I run too. At least ten miles most days. Five or six times a year, I'll run the full twenty-six point two miles. I wish I could train for an ironman race, but I don't have regular access to a pool, a bicycle and running facility all at the same place." "I don't understand. With your fair skin, I don't see you running a marathon, much less swimming two point four miles in the ocean and cycling a hundred and twelve miles." "I run on a special treadmill in my apartment. When I can, I go to a public swimming pool, but I would have to get a good stationary bike." "Why go through all that trouble?" "I have a skin condition. I'm photosensitive. I don't tan, I burn. I can take direct exposure to the sun only for short periods of time. If I ran a marathon outdoors, I'd end up at the hospital before the half mark of the race." "What about using a high FSP sunscreen?" "It only works partially. I tried." "The products have greatly improved in recent years. I'll ask my business partner. We own a health store and he's always on the lookout for better and healthier versions of all kinds of products." "I would love it. I really envy your tan. And you have such nice skin for all the time you must spend in the sun." "It's thanks to a body lotion we sell. It's made of all natural ingredients. You should visit the store while you're here." "Maybe I will. I'm always looking for new healthy foodstuff." "We could all tell. You've made quite an impression on my brother." Once that they found common interests, they spent a good part of the evening talking and laughing together. Waking up alone in bed was a common occurrence for Abigail. Waking up to the sound of laughing voices was not. Curious, she padded quietly to the living area of the suite where she watched the two naked women go through near identical training routines. When one's movement required perfect equilibrium, the other would push with a finger to see how little force was needed to disrupt her stability. When they were done, Abigail applauded and brought them the towels they had left on the kitchen table. She dried her partner carefully, making sure she didn't miss a single drop of sweat by licking the particularly tasty ones. "Honey, we're no alone." "She doesn't mind." Abi said softly without turning from the task at... tongue. "Do you, dear?" "I... No... Do *you* mind?" "Not at all, sis. You see, I discovered a long time ago that I'm an exhibitionist and I've been corrupting this innocent waif I picked up on the side of some back road. Though, I haven't had much corrupting to do." When Jocelyne didn't answer, they looked and saw her quivering lips and teary eyes so they rushed to hug her. "I'm so sorry, Joce." Abi said. "We're so used to teasing each other and seeing you naked with Steph, I got carried away. I didn't mean to offend you." ""What she said, sis." Stéphanie added. "When you're too long on the road, you forget how to interact with normal people and you say stupid things." "You two don't understand. I'm not offended at all. Seeing you interact so effortlessly showed me just how much you love each other. I envy you a lot. As for you being sexual together, Abigail was exactly right. You see, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and a voyeur too." "These sound like lonely activities, sweetie. Do you have a partner to show off with?" "No. The men I've gone out with were much too vanilla for that. On the few occasions I suggested doing something a bit risqué, I was told in no uncertain terms that I was sick and should see a therapist. Needless to say those relationships didn't last." "What about your fiancé?" Steph asked. "We have sex once a week in bed in straight missionary position. He won't even let me ride him." "Maddie said he was on his way out." Steph said. "He is all the way out. I sent him a text yesterday wishing him a Merry Christmas too." "That's harsh. Breaking up with a text and on Christmas Eve." Abi sympathized. "I'm sure he saw it coming. I was having too much fun with Maddie living at my place all last week. We barely covered up when he came by and I cancelled two 'dates' with him, once so we could go out and then so we could stay in to watch a movie." "Are you and Maddie a couple then?" Steph asked. "No, she's a very good friend only. We met at the orientation week-end when we started working for the previous incarnation of Hutchison Acquisitions, fourteen years ago. She's in the New York office, but we stay in touch. She comes to Montreal for work three or four times a year and we get together for some fun girl time. I know she's a lesbian and she knows I'm not. We respect each other's boundaries." "That sounds very much like the kind or relationship Steph and I had for way too long, but it's your choice." Abi sighed. "Speaking of Maddie, is she still in bed?" Steph asked. "She texted me at midnight to wish me a Merry Christmas and tell me she would take a nap at some point. I gather that they take their partying seriously in her family. She said she'd be here tonight for a full night of sleep." "Speaking of sleep, we came in late last night or early this morning. What if we call room service for breakfast and then go back to bed for a nap?" Abi suggested. "It's a good idea, but I need to shower first." Steph groaned after a suggestive sniff of her armpit. "No you don't." Abi purred, molding herself to her partner, she resumed licking the sweat on her chest and taking deep breaths. "Don't mind her, sis." Steph laughed. "She has this quirk when it comes to my body odor." "I understand." Joce blushed. "Would you... Could I...?" "Be my guest, but I have to warn you. It's not for the faint of heart after a good training session like we had." "I could tell when you both hugged me. It wasn't so bad. It's just something I never thought of." Jocelyne leaned forward and joined Abigail. Far from being repulsed, she found the natural odor strangely erotic. "You should smell between her legs." Abi told her. "The mix of sweat and her feminine scent is heavenly. I can't help myself when she's done with her routine. I have to have her." "I can tell. Your hand has been everywhere but between her legs. Don't deprive yourself for me..." "Do you want to watch us, sweetie?" "May I?" Joce asked quickly. So quickly that she blushed when she realized she had betrayed her enthusiasm. "That's all right sis." Steph reassured her. "The first time we had sex, she ran naked to the balcony and ordered me to take her in full view of a street full of people. Later, she humped me to climax on the sidewalk." "Don't believe her, Joce. There's a little more to the story, but she's right. If you want to watch us, we don't mind at all." Each taking a hand, they led her to their room. When she would have sit on a chair, they urged her to join them on the bed so she would have a better view. Back at their hotel suite the night before, though they did try to be quiet, Jocelyne heard her sister and partner make love. She tiptoed to their door to hear them better and masturbated, wishing she could be in there with them. Both sisters were surprised when they got up at the same hour, even after only a few hours of sleep, for their daily training. Jocelyne had a leotard on, but Stéphanie was in the buff, so she suggested her sister follow suit which she had been happy to do since it would allow her the opportunity to exercise both of her guilty pleasures at once. Over the next hour, they compared the variations each had made to the original routine their former babysitter, Nathalie, had shown them so long ago. It had been the thesis of her PhD in Physical Therapy. Stephanie had gone for power and Jocelyne for endurance. As they sweated together, they reconnected. Some exercises reminded Joce of sexual activities and seeing her naked sister doing them soon had her wet. When Abigail joined them, also au naturel, the images that had been in her mind were now in front of her eyes, particularly when Abi licked the sweat on Steph's chest and neck. Her hands twitched to caress her own body. Jocelyne couldn't believe the strong reaction she got at Abi's invitation to smell Steph up close. She had read about this particular fetish, but had never indulged. She could only imagine what the smell of her sister's sweaty pussy would be like as Abi described it. She was sorely tempted to fall to her knees to sample it. The invitation to watch them make love was a dream come true after listening to them a few hours earlier. She didn't resist when they took her hands and led her to their bed on which she was invited to kneel. Both women were in a high state of excitation by the time they stood barely two feet away and kissed, caressing each other. Within minutes, Abi was riding Steph's thigh for all she was worth, hanging on her partner, lost in a world of pleasure all her own. Joce got a glimmer of what the 'little more' to her sister's story was. Steph reaching and slipping a finger she had lubricated in her own vagina in Abi's asshole sent her over the edge so hard Steph had to hold her so she wouldn't crumble to the floor. Once she recovered a bit, Abi turned them and reached to take her hand lightly, giving Jocelyne complete control should she want to pull away. She put it on Steph's pussy and pushed two fingers inside her. "You can smell her all you want and taste her too. Why should you limit yourself to looking only?" Leaning over, she slowly brought their lips together for a light kiss before having her lover lean back on the bed in front of her sister and spread her legs so one of them rested on Joce's lap. Kneeling on the carpet, Abigail brought her face to the wet pussy hanging at the edge of the bed and inhaled deeply. "I will never get enough of you, my love." She dove in and drank at the source of the feminine nectar she so craved. Before she took the peeking clit between her lips and penetrated Steph, she had her bucking all over the place. She grinned when she saw Joce's hand on her sister's thigh, helping Abi hold her in place, while the other was busy out of her sight. After Steph climaxed loudly, Abi put her hand on Joce's, holding it on Steph's leg, and slowly, once again, approached her and kissed her, making sure to smear her lover's cream all over her lips. She smiled when Joce opened her mouth and licked her face clean. Jocelyne kissed her again before pulling back a little, maintaining eye contact. "Thank you." She whispered. While the two women made love until simple exhaustion stopped them, Abigail made sure one of them was always touching Jocelyne in some way After all three women had long stopped counting the number of orgasms they had shared and were ready for a recuperative nap, Abigail opened her arms and smiled at the woman who had shared their lovemaking. Jocelyne surprised herself by only hesitating a second before taking the place they had made for her between them. Surrounded by the love of the two women cuddling to her, she was asleep in seconds. The Christmas Eve evening at the Jackson's was so much fun that Jocelyne even revised her opinion of Addison. They found that they had more in common than either could have imagined. Both had sisters they admired and compared themselves to. In Addy's case, being a twin only made matters worse. They made peace over their respective inferiority complexes. By the end of the party, Addison wanted to kick herself for the way she had treated Jocelyne from the moment they met. The woman was exactly the kind of person she wanted as a friend. She was intelligent, funny, interested in health issues and physical fitness. She had even made some shrewd suggestions for the financial side of her business. Though Jocelyne wasn't the type of woman Addy was normally sexually attracted to, after seeing her work out in the buff, she certainly appreciated her firm, trim body. In fact, throughout the evening, she had taken as many opportunities as she could without being too obvious to touch her, lightly putting a hand on hers or on her arm as they talked or passed each other in the house. To her surprise, she was thoroughly wet when she watched Joce leave with Steph and Abi, almost wishing she was the one taking her home. Confused by this development, she later sat on her couch in front of a fire and sipped some wine while she idly played with herself. She tried to watch her favorite lesbian porn DVD featuring a performer with her body type and a chubby woman. It had never failed to turn her on before, but it did nothing for her that night. To test her suspicions, she took out her phone and looked at the naked pictures of Jocelyne she had surreptitiously taken while she was exercising. In minutes, she was writhing on the couch, consumed by pleasure. She was tempted to run out of the house to jump in the pool, but it would have taken too long to roll the solar blanket so she settled for a cold shower. By the time she toweled herself dry and got to bed, the heat had begun to radiate again from her vagina. Relaxation exercises failed her. Addy had resigned herself to masturbate until she got Jocelyne out of her mind when she happened to roll over and her face landed on her second pillow. This time, she instantly recognized the faint scent left on it by the woman who had taken care of her and probably cradled her in her arms to alleviate her suffering. She was crying unabashedly, calling out her name, as she climaxed again and again. Addison fell asleep curled in a ball, both hands between her legs, tears streaming down her face. Since everything was closed for Christmas, the three women ended up staying in. Stéphanie and Jocelyne talked for hours, getting to know each other again, rekindling the easy complicity they had as young girls. When Maddie texted Joce to warn her that she was bringing a woman with her, they decided to have a bit of fun and lounge on the couch as they were. Joce's friend's companion was the last person they expected. Companion may have been the wrong word as Maddie almost literally dragged her in with an arm around her shoulders. Addison was a fright. Dressed in well-worn sweats and training shoes with no socks, red-eyed, clearly distressed, she looked ready to bolt, as if she wished she was anywhere else but there. "I found her pacing on the sidewalk in front of the hotel." Madeleine told them. "I'm surprised security hasn't called the cops. She won't tell me what's she's doing here, but it's pretty obvious that she wanted to come up here." To everyone's amazement, Jocelyne jumped off the couch and ran to pull Addison in her arms. "You're such a meanie, Maddie. Why did you drag the poor woman along if she wasn't ready to come up on her own?" "The fact that she was crying and mumbling a certain name may have something to do with it, but I never kicked a wounded animal in my life and I wasn't going to start with her. Now, don't get all prissy with me, missy. I know she's not an animal. It was a figure of speech and you know it." After throwing a last dark look at her friend, Jocelyne gently guided Addison to the bathroom. "There, there. Let's get you cleaned up. There's no need to cry. All you had to do was come up and we would have welcomed you with open arms..." The three women didn't catch the murmured words, but they heard Addy's wail and saw that Joce had to support her or she would have crumpled to the floor. "What was that all about?" Steph asked rhetorically once the bathroom door closed behind the two women. "Remember how I told you how sensitive she is, Steph?" Maddie answered. "Unless I miss my guess, the sparks flew the moment they met because they recognized each other on a profound level. Did she tell you that she's the one who nursed Addy when we brought her home?" "No, she didn't." Steph said. "Is it possible that Addison didn't know?" "Very likely, I'd say." Maddie sighed. "She somehow found out and has no idea how to deal with it." "You're probably right." Abi confirmed. "She's a very independent woman who has few friends because she can't or won't open herself to others. I know something happened to her when we were eighteen. She never told me what it was, though. Since then, she's been something of a loner, playing the field like a madwoman. I always wondered if maybe she was looking for something or someone." "Before this morning, I would have said that my sister was a confirmed hereto." Steph told them. "But now I think she too was looking for someone. The relationships she described were doomed to failure before they began." "You can't think that someone was Addy?" Abi asked incredulously. "They're so different. My sister's going to use her and break her heart. We can't let that happen." "I'm not so sure about that." Maddie said. "I admit I've known her for only one night of unbridled sex, but she felt to me more like the type who wanted to be taken than one doing the taking." "That would mean I know her even less than I thought I did." Abi sighed. "We never talked much about her sex life or her relationships because she hid in the closet and it seemed important to her, so I didn't push." "So I'm not the only one who needs to reconnect with my sister." Steph smiled. Maddie cupped the mounds of the women sitting on either side of her and gave a huge dramatic sigh. "As much as I'd like to stay here and play with you white pussies, I can barely keep my eyes open. Let me know how things turn out with these two." She kissed both women and stumbled to her room. Jocelyne sat Addy on the toilet and turned to start a hot bath. "Do you hate yourself so much that you have to find new punishments? First the alcohol, now you're trying to freeze to death." When she tried to undress her, Addison held her hands. "Did you do this for me the other night too?" "Of course I did. You reeked of booze, sex and puke. I couldn't very well let you sleep like that, could I?" "And did you sleep in my bed too?" "I just held you. You were having a nightmare." "Why? I disrespected you, then abandoned you at my house." "You needed help. I couldn't let you suffer." "Why didn't you tell me? I was so mean to you the next morning." "It was the hangover talking. I knew that." As they spoke, their eyes were locked, saying so much more that neither was ready to express out loud. "Yesterday you said... Are you... Are you exposing yourself to me now?" "I am. You can look all you want. May I look at your body too?" Addison tensed as if waiting for something, then she relaxed and lifted Jocelyne's fingers to her mouth to kiss then. "Thank you... Will you help me?" She asked softly. She sighed when Joce lifted her sweatshirt above her head. She held her breath when Jocelyne's hands hovered inches from her bared breasts. When Joce pulled back a little, Addy stood up so she could pull down her sweatpants. Addison stood for a long moment over the kneeling woman, basking in her scrutiny, then took her hands and pulled her up so they were face to face. Again she seemed poised for something, but let Joce lead her to the bath where she sat between her legs, leaning against her. She realized just how tense she was when she started as Jocelyne touched her shoulders to massage them. "Relax, dear. I only want to help." Addy let out the breath she had been holding. She had been expecting sexual advances all along, not this giving gesture. She didn't know how to react to someone who didn't want something from her. In minutes, she was leaning back, head on Joce's shoulder, opening herself completely. She sighed when she felt a gentle kiss on her temple. "You're safe now. You can let go of your fears. No one will hurt you here." As she felt the woman melt in her arms, a wall in Jocelyne came down too. She took a good look at herself. Two nights in a row, she had reacted without thinking, letting her instincts take control of her actions instead of leading with her rational mind as she always had since... Yes, it was high time she admitted it, if only to herself. She had been unable to follow her father's last wish and live her life fully. The pain of his loss had been too great. She was crying with gut-wrenching sobs in Addison's arms when the door flew open. "I don't know what's wrong, I swear." Addy hurried to say. "I do." Steph reassured her. "I think she was on the edge for a while now." She knelt by the bath to stroke her sister's hair. "Let it out, honey. Let it all out. It's time we both cried for him." So she too let the tears she had held back for so long flow freely, cleansing her soul. Once she had cried herself out, Jocelyne became conscious that she was holding Addy tightly and that they in turn were held by Steph and Abi who were kneeling by the cooling bath. With a tremulous smile, she kissed her sister and her partner, then looked deep in Addy's eyes. "Thank you for being here for me." She told her and leaned in to kiss her tenderly. Jocelyne didn't flinch when she felt Addy's tongue on her lips, but parted them to invite it in her mouth. She was the one who deepened their kiss, admitting to herself at last where her exhibitionism and voyeurism stemmed from. She moaned when she felt a hand gently hold her breast and knead the supple flesh before lightly pinching its nipple between two fingers. She pushed against the other fingers invading her core, and those rolling her clit. As she kissed Addison, another mouth took to her neck and another hand caressed her back and ass. When her hand was gently guided to Addy's pussy, she knew she was ready to take her slowly, lovingly, to fully accept who she was. Step by sensuous step, she was taken to her very first lesbian orgasm, giving her virginity to an anonymous lover even as she brought Addison over the edge. She heard the others join them. Jocelyne stopped moving, but kept her fingers in her lover, savoring the sensations of the post-coital twitching of her internal muscles. Looking around, she saw that she wasn't the only one with tears of joy in her eyes. She also saw that it was Addison who had taken her lesbian cherry. She smiled and kissed her again. She grinned when she felt the renewed contractions against her own fingers and around Addy's. This time, they were alone as they made love, the others having left with a parting caress and a kiss on the top of their heads. As they made their way to Jocelyne's room, she stopped. "Will you join me, please? I have a promise to keep." She asked Addison. "I think I know what it is. I owe her too." They went in Maddie's room and slipped under the covers on either side of her. "I knew this was a great idea from the start." "And you were right, my love. This will have been a Christmas we will tell our grandchildren about." "Good night, Rose." "Good night, Blanche." Chapter 6 The sisters spent Friday afternoon with their mothers, chatting in the kitchen as they prepared supper together. If Abigail and Stéphanie worked at the kitchen table from which they could watch the football game on the living room TV and occasionally let out whoops of victory or groans of defeat, if Jocelyne and Addison worked so close side by side that they kept in constant physical contact as they whispered to each other and kissed often, neither older woman minded in the least. They were only too happy to have their daughters with them. To be fair, the younger women did make time to chat with their mothers, both Abi and Steph catching up with news since the last time they spoke to them. The six of them made plans to go shopping and catch a movie later that week. Mrs. Lafontaine surprised her daughters when she told them she would stay in Tennessee for January and February, claiming that the relative warmth did wonders for her old bones. Mrs. Jackson assured them that she was welcome and told them that they had made plans for her to travel to Montreal the next summer. She said she looked forward to the Just for Laughs and Jazz festivals. That evening, they all went to Addy's house. She had convinced them to try her outdoor heated pool saying it was like a Nordic spa except they wouldn't have snow to roll in between dips in the relatively hot water. They played together for a while, but soon separated in couples for more intimate games. This time, Addy asked her lover if she could take pictures of her in the lighted pool. Joce agreed on the condition that she be allowed to do the same. At one point, Addy had Joce lean back with her elbows on the second step of the stairs so her breasts were just above the water. She put Joce's legs on her shoulders and supported her ass so her pussy was above the water too as she feasted on her. The combination of the colder air on the front of her body, the warm water on the rest of it and Addy's expert mouth soon had Joce writhing with pleasure. Abi and Steph came over to help support her and to indulge in a bit of close-up voyeurism. When her moans became too loud, Abi kissed her deeply to muffle the sounds. Turned on by the intimate situation, Steph leaned in to kiss and fondle her sister's breasts. It felt natural to Jocelyne to reach out and finger the two women who were making love to her. When the situation finally reached the small part of her conscious mind not yet overcome by pleasure, it was enough for her to climax like she never had before. She regained her senses to find herself in a group hug, three sets of lips kissing her face, licking her tears of joy. She felt her heart swell with love, free at last from the guilt which had held her in its thrall for so long. "Thank you all. I know I have a long way to go yet, but what wonderful first steps." She told the women. Sunday morning, they moved out of the hotel with Madeleine before driving her to the airport. Only Jocelyne went in with her. "I guess you won't be coming to New York Wednesday." Maddie teased. "I doubt it." Joce grinned. "I still have a lot of catching up to do with my sister and mother." ""With yourself too, no doubt." Maddie hugged her friend. "In all the years I've known you, I've never seen you so radiant." "I don't understand how I could have been so blind, Maddie. It's so obvious to me now." "Hindsight is a wonderful thing, dear. You've only stepped out of the hetero mindset recently after all. You had to grow into it before you could take the last step" "I suppose you're right. I'm glad you were there so I could let you know right away like you've asked me for years." "I was sure I was dreaming when I went back to sleep. It sank in only when I woke up and both of you were still there." In the middle of the crowded Nashville airport, despite the dark looks and disparaging comments, Jocelyne took her friend in her arms and kissed her deeply. "I can't wait to see you when you come back to Montreal." "Skype wasn't invented for pigeons, sweetie. You'll see me before then." Jocelyne watched until her friend had gone through the security gate and was out of sight before turning toward the short term parking with a grin. She certainly had gone a long way since she had last followed that sign. She didn't see her sister who had come in to check on her in case the very gesture she had done turned bad. Steph sighed. Joce had a lot to learn about being a lesbian in certain social environments. She was just too nice and trusting for her own good. After a light lunch. Addy brought Joce to a gym in Nashville where they had the same model of treadmill she used at home. Addison thought she was a strong runner, but she was hard pressed to follow Joce's settings for a ten mile random terrain cross-country run. "I told you to warm up and stretch more." Joce was hard put not to laugh at her lover's discomfiture as she massaged her legs. "It's not the distance that killed me, it's your random terrain setting." Addy alternately grunted when Joce kneaded a tender muscle and moaned in relief. "And you do it to yourself every day?" "Whenever I have the time. I use my routine as warm-up and stretching." "I'll have to occasionally add that to my own training. Now, here's my surprise." She took Joce to another machine. "It's supposed to give you the most realistic biking experience." "I can see that. It's not flimsy like most stationary bikes I've seen and I see it's also programmable for different terrains. I can't wait to try it." Two hour later, they both had wobbly legs when they got off the machines. "That'll teach me to try to show off." Jocelyne groaned. "I shouldn't have let you program the terrain. You're a very sick woman, you know." "A masochist, at least. I have muscles hurting I didn't know I had. Let's go soak in the spa for a while, then I'll come back to make a note of the manufacturer and model of that torture implement." "If you want to buy one, you can go through my company. You'll have the commercial discount and I can have it shipped directly to you from the manufacturer." "Thank you. I was going to ask how I could repay you, but I'm afraid you'll make a lascivious suggestion." "I'll wait until later. I don't think I could make good on any such endeavour right now." "After a good soak, I suggest we go back to your place for a nap." "I agree. If I fall asleep in the spa, you have my permission to pinch me awake." Seeing the predatory gleam in Joce's eyes, she quickly amended her comment. "You can kiss me awake, you meanie." "You're no fun, you know." "Better safe than sorry, I always say." Addy grinned as they supported each other to the locker room. The soak in body temperature water and the following hot-cold-warm shower did much to revive the women. They sat at a small table in a health food snack bar, eating a large portion of fruit salad. "When I asked you to wash my back, that's all I meant, sweetie." Addison told her new friend. "As much as I loved you fucking my ass with your soapy fingers, it's a dangerous thing to do in a public shower." "We were alone, you scaredy cat." Jocelyne teased. "And I stopped before the women walked in. You're the one who was moaning loudly." "You really have no idea of the danger, do you? We could have ended up in jail for public indecency or a number of other offences and I have no doubt we would have been convicted. Holding hands and a light kiss are barely tolerated. This is Baptist country, love. Why do you think I stayed in the closet as much as I could all these years?" "Do you really mean it?" Joce asked, teary eyed. "Of course I do. I don't want you to get hurt. And a criminal record would mean you could never come back. I couldn't... Oh! That's not what you were talking about, was it?" Addy threw money on the table and gently guided Joce out with an arm around her waist, regardless of the dark looks thrown their way. Once they were in her car, she took one of Joce's hands and held in against her heart as she caressed her cheek. "Yes, I meant it, but I didn't want to say it." She said despite the lump in her throat. "I don't know how it happened. I could have sworn it was impossible for me, but I love you Jocelyne. I love you like I haven't loved anyone in over seventeen years. I knew I was setting myself up for a heartbreak because you're going eleven hundred miles away in less than a week and I wanted to spare you..." "My sweet Addison, I was doing the same thing. At least, you have a reference even if it's from a long time ago. I don't. I've never felt this intense emotion for anyone else. I dated men. I was even engaged, but all those relationships were bland affairs at best. I've lived more intensely around you -- yes, even when we fought -- than I ever have. You've just confirmed what I thought. I love you, Addison." "You can't! You shouldn't!" Addy cried. "I don't want to hurt you." "Whatever happens, we'll face it together, my love." They held each other as they cried mixed tears of despair and happiness. When they made it to Addy's house, she went straight to her bar and would have poured herself a tall glass from the bottle nearest her, but Joce gently put a hand on hers to stop her. "This is not the answer, my love. It's time for you to change this self-destructive pattern." She told the crying woman lovingly. "Let's go to your room. I need to know why you hate yourself so much." "I can't!" Addy cried. "You're going to hate me. Please let me get drunk. I want to forget. I *need* to forget her." "That alone should tell you that it's not the answer. If it didn't work for all those years, it won't work now either." Jocelyne gently guided her lover to her room where she undressed her, taking her time to admire her and to compliment her on her beautiful body, before shedding her own clothes. Leaning in, she kissed Addy, trying her best to express all the love she felt. Taking Addy's hands in her own she ran them over her body. It seemed to break her apathy. She smiled when she felt them react on their own when pressed against her breasts. After putting one to her mound, it cupped it on its own. When she felt two fingers enter her, she threw herself against Addy. "Yes, baby. Make love to me. Take me as only you can. I love you, Addison. You're the only one I want." Addison was sobbing deeply as she began to make love to Jocelyne. She tasted her own tears as she kissed her passionately. She shook as she reflexively humped the leg Joce pressed against her mound. She whined as she curled her fingers to drive her lover ever closer to the edge. She screamed to the top of her lungs, overcome by pain, as they climaxed together. Joce held the trembling body against hers as she settled them on the bed and pulled the covers to stave off the chills she feared after such an intense emotional release. "She wasn't my first." Addison said quietly, almost in a monotone. "But I fell hard for her. We were together all our senior high school year. I went to State because of her even though I had a sports scholarship for a better College. You have to understand that we were deep in the closet. I told you how bad it is now. It was so much worse then. Plus, we were in high school where bullying is a way of life. We had to be very careful, but I didn't mind because I loved her." "When we arrived in College, things were different. We didn't have to be so discreet. It's almost expected for young adults to experiment there. She went wild with the freedom. She would party all the time at some sorority or other. Then she began to go to fraternity parties. She assured me she was only drinking and partying. And I believed her for the longest time. One day I walked in on her. She was fucking some jock on her bed. She didn't even stop when I entered our room. Later, she told me she was only experimenting to see what it was like with a man, but that it meant nothing. Like a sucker, I believed her when she told me she loved me. Soon, though, rumors began to circulate." "She was into gangbangs. She would let the whole football team have her if they won a game. It seems that it was a bet the first time, but I guess she liked it. You can imagine that by that time, we weren't having sex anymore, though I still believed her when she said she loved me. That is, until the day I walked in on her having sex with my best friend. She had the gall to invite me to join them. When I declined, they ignored me and went on fucking. I don't know why I did what I did. I was so angry, you know. I guess I went mad too. The clear-headed kind of madness, you could say. Before I left, I took pictures of them. I made damn sure you could recognize their faces. Then I asked a friend of mine to take pictures of her getting fucked by a bunch of men. You could clearly see she was enjoying herself. Once I had them, I quit College and came back home." "I left copies of the pictures where they would hurt her the most. At church, at various bars and clubs. I even left them in her parent's mailbox. I had sacrificed my future because I loved her. I was only fair that I destroy hers. Or so I thought. Instead, she basked in the notoriety, infamous as it was. She was already a slut at heart. She reveled in being outed as one in fact. She was the town whore for years, then she moved away. I never heard from her again." "What I hadn't counted on was what the whole thing did to me. Not only didn't I trust anybody ever again, but I discovered that I was a mean vindictive bitch. I've never let myself be close to anyone for fear that I would do the same thing to them. Now you know the kind of woman you think you love. You can leave now. I understand. It's all I deserve after all." Jocelyne held the broken woman against her, silently crying for the pain Addison had needlessly carried for so long, angry that nobody had noticed and taken steps to help her overcome the misplaced guilt. She knew herself to be unqualified to initiate any kind of therapy such as Addy obviously needed. She could only offer her love and support for the moment. In every large company, people of various levels or jobs tend to congregate if only to have someone who can relate to their daily experiences to commiserate with. Jocelyne was a member of such a very select group. They called themselves the A Club -- A for Assistants. They were the right-hand men and women of the top level executives. Their own assistants belonged to a different group. If a sine qua non rule of their position was that they did not discuss confidential or private information they were privy to, they shared strategies, tools or references to be more efficient for the persons they were attached to. One such piece of knowledge had been referred to occasionally in recent years. \>*Hi Nancy,* *I need help.* *How can I contact your boss?* *Joce*\< \>*Hey Joce,* *Are you sure?* *She's bushed. The team only came back yesterday.* *Nan*\< \>*Tough assignment?*\< \>*She doesn't do easy.* *Again, are you sure?*\< \>*I would have said it's an emergency, but it's something that's been festering for a long time, so I suppose it can wait.*\< \>*Professional or personal?*\< \>*Personal.*\< \>*Girl, did you fall in love?*\< \>*Don't laugh!*\< \>*No laugh. Kudos to you.* *It's about time.* *Listen, I can't tell you where she is,* *but I'll give you her email.* *Explain the problem to her.* *She'll answer, no matter what.* *Take it from there.* *Luck* *N.* *PS. We're in FLA. C. says hi*.\< \>*Thanks.* *I'll be in touch.* *J.*\< Dear Ms. Laliberté, My name is Jocelyne Lafontaine. I am Mr. Hastings' Executive Assistant. I am presently in Fairview, Tennessee, and I am faced with a situation outside of my competence. I wouldn't presume to bother you on your holiday break if I didn't think it was somewhat of an emergency. You see, I met a woman... Hi Jocelyne, You are in a bit of luck. I am in Fort Lauderdale with my partners and some friends who happen to be professionals in the field you need. They suggest you offer to your girlfriend to spend the rest of the week at the beach. Bring your sister and her partner too. There is ample room for you all. I will also invite Nancy and Carlotta so you have familiar faces around. If I understand correctly, your sister and her partner can get you here in fifteen hours. Or you can fly. If so, give me your eta and I will pick you up at the airport. See you all tomorrow, Jean Jocelyne had been hard-pressed to convince her sister and her partner of the need to travel to South Florida without breaking Addison's confidence. Their mothers had also been disappointed to hear that they would leave but Joce's mother trusted her and Abi had a feeling that something was out of kilter with her twin so she smoothed things with her own mother. Nine hundred miles was a short hop for the two truckers. Planning the trip was routine for them so they were in Fort Lauderdale in the early afternoon. "This can't be right." Steph said, awed at the sight of the mansion. "Are you sure you have the right address?" "That's what it says in the email." Joce told her. "I could text Nancy to confirm." "You do that, sis. I'm not driving on that property. I don't want to be arrested for trespassing. Look at the cars in the driveway and this house must cost at least five millions." "All I see are an Audi A8 and a Mercedes 500SL." Abi laughed. "As for the house, we passed the five mil shacks a while back. This waterfront mansion is closer to twenty." "Hey! That's my friend Nancy waving at us." Joce pointed. "You can go in, Steph." "If you say so, but I hope they have lesbian conjugal visits in Florida." It was indeed Nancy waiting for them at the edge of the shade. She wore the skimpiest of bikinis and was barefoot. "Sorry I'm not coming down, but the pavement is too hot." She told them when they stopped in front of her. "Drop your luggage and park over there." The women understood what she meant the moment they stepped out of the air-conditioned pick-up. They hurried to join Nancy in the shade where they waited for Steph. Joce made the introductions and Nancy led them into the mansion. "Pretty nifty, don't you think?" She grinned at their astonishment. "Everyone is out back by the pool. I'll show you to your rooms. You can change and join us. I'll give you the tour later. I'm supposed to tell you that we can't go around naked outside because of the neighbors, but that all you need is minimal covering. As you can see." She laughed, pointing at the bits of material covering her body. "So, this how the one percent lives." Stéphanie mused as she took in the opulent bedroom Nancy had suggested they take since it was connected to Jocelyne and Addison's by a decadent bathroom with open shower stalls with multiple shower heads and a sunken bath which could accommodate them all with room to spare. Walls, bath and vanities were of pink veined marble and the hardware looked like it was gold. The bed itself was huge and looked to be the most comfortable they had ever imagined one could be. The decorator had gone for the Louis XVI period. The furniture of this single room was probably worth the cost of their truck by itself. "I don't dare sit in those chairs." Abigail said. "What if I break one?" "The bed looks sturdy enough." Steph grinned. To test her assumption she picked Abi up and threw her on it, following with a flying leap. They tussled until Abi used her not so secret weapon and tickled Steph into submission to their mutual satisfaction. "If this is the kind of people you hobnob with, am I just a holiday fling?" Addison breathed, awed by their room. "Trust me, I've never seen anything like this outside a museum." Jocelyne said softly, also floored by the decor. "I told you about my boss and how rich and powerful she is. She hosted a cocktail at her home once for her top executives and their assistants and it looks nothing like this." As the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking reached them through the open bathroom door, she lowered her hand from her lover's waist to her firm ass. "Want to try out that oversized bed?" She murmured in Addy's ear with a flick of her tongue as further incentive. Addison didn't need more. They had been cuddling and teasing each other all the way from Tennessee and the impressive mansion had only temporarily distracted her. She turned in Joce's arms and brought their bodies together. "The room is too big. I don't think we'll make it all the way to the bed." She said before her lips became otherwise occupied. "You were right, love." Carlotta told Nancy. "I should never have bet with Jean." "Come on, baby." Nancy grinned. "You knew you would lose. Why else did you make your stake that you would get spanked in front of everybody?" "Oh, I can't wait." Carlotta sighed lustily as she pressed herself against her ladylove's back. Looking over her shoulder, she watched the two women feast on each other on the thick carpet. "Do you think they would mind if we joined them?" Her lover's breath on her ear already had Nancy shivering with desire. "We don't know their boundaries. And Joce's girlfriend doesn't know us. It's better if we... Oooooh!" She moaned when Carlotta lowered her hand and slipped two fingers in her wet vagina. Reaching behind, she returned the favor, her eyes still on the women writhing in shared pleasure before them. Gradually, Addison moved Jocelyne until her dripping pussy was facing the voyeurs who were fingering each other. When she had her on the edge of orgasm, she looked squarely at the women and spread her lover's lips to expose her gaping hole while she fingered her clit vigorously. It had the expected effect and Joce screamed as she squirted profusely, to the obvious enjoyment of the spectators since they joined her with their orgasms, triggering her own. Still quivering from her climax, the one with the big breasts walked from behind Joce's friend, showing all the signs of timidity... or was it something else? When her feet touched the outer reach of Joce's ejaculation, she moaned and knelt on the carpet, spreading her hands in the wetness. "May I...?" She asked in a quivering voice. When Addy nodded, she dropped to the ground, rubbing her ample breasts in the liquid, then her stomach and pussy as she crawled forward to it's source. Before she could reach her goal, Nancy walked over and grinned at Addison before giving a mighty slap on the exposed ass. "You didn't ask to lick her, slut!" She growled. "Now you will have to watch her friend do it instead and you can't make yourself come either." The slut moaned piteously, but stopped her forward movement and grinding on the wet carpet. She looked pleadingly at Addison who recognized the situation for what it was. After a questioning look at Nancy, she came back to her, having received an approving nod and grin. "Your mistress is right, slut. You tried to sneak one on me, so you deserve to be punished. However, I feel generous." She swiped two fingers along Joce's slit, collecting a generous amount of cream which she spread on the slut's lips, nearly making her swoon, before lowering her head to lick Jocelyne's thighs with deliberate slowness. By the time she reached her pussy, her lover was bucking wildly under her. She could feel the slut's breath as she got as close as she could to watch the proceedings. Addison didn't know if she could make her lover squirt twice in a row, but she tried her best. When she had her where she wanted, she raised her head and, grabbing the slut by the hair, she held her face inches from Joce's pussy. She laughed when her lover squirted directly on the women's face to her obvious delight. Once Jocelyne was spent, Addison raised the slut to her knees by the shoulders and ordered her to spread the liquid dripping from her face on her breasts and stomach. All that time, she kept an eye on Nancy to see if she was exceeding the limits of the game. "My girlfriend has gifted you of her essence. Don't you think you should thank her properly?" With that, she rolled off Jocelyne and gestured for the young woman to slither up her body. "Joce, this one wants to say something to you." Jocelyne had seen the two women watching her make love with Addison. It had turned her on fiercely when her lover exposed her to them, but this was beyond her experience. Her friend Carlotta saw this and, once she was fully spread over her, she whispered in her ear. "I'm a submissive. You can have fun with me. You already heard the limits of your power over me. If you're not sure, look to Nancy for guidance. She's my mistress." If she had permission, she would certainly enjoy it. Nancy and Carlotta's escapades were the stuff of legend in the office, at least according to Nancy, and she had fantasized watching and exposing herself to them before she came to grips with her true personality. Jocelyne gently took Carlotta's face in her hands and looked into her beautiful eyes. "I hope you enjoyed looking at me as much as I loved exposing myself to you. You and Nancy are welcome to watch us anytime you want and I hope you will allow me to do the same." She kissed her friend tenderly, overcome by the emotions welling within her. She was teary eyed when she pulled away and looked at Addison. "Would it be okay for us to play with my friends, my love?" Addison couldn't believe it when Jocelyne asked her for permission. She could see in her eyes that she would pull back without hesitation should she refuse. What did she do to deserve such consideration? Joce was already sufficiently attuned to her that she had already gently pushed Carlotta off and was holding her when Addison started crying. "It's all right, my love. I don't want to play with them if you don't. You're the only woman I really want or need." Stéphanie and Abigail had been in the bathroom doorway and witnessed the end of their lovemaking. They were surprised when the other woman came in the room. They grinned as Jocelyne squirted all over her face, but when she went to Addison, they were only seconds behind her. The women cuddling around the pool smiled as they 'looked' at the scene. "Those are wonderful women up there." Ryanna told the others. "Sending Nancy and Carlotta to them was just the right thing to do. All they'll needed was a little nudge. They were already well on their way to help Jocelyne's girlfriend themselves." "I'm glad Jocelyne is coming out of her shell too." Jeanine said. "Jeffrey, her boss, was worried about her. He said she was taking on more than is healthy without an outlet in her personal life. He was worried she would burn herself out." "She sure found something to take her mind off work." Anne-Marie laughed. "The problem will be getting her to go back to Montreal." "I wish I had brought my paints." Carole sighed. "Ah well, I have my sketching kit." "I know it won't be the same." Kayla told her. "But there must be a decent art supply store around. We can make a run tomorrow." Julia looked at the other part of herself. She could literally feel her thinking. '*Leave things be for now, babe. They still have a way to go before they need your kind of help.*' '*You know I can't help it. When I see a problem, I have to find a solution and I think I have the perfect one for them.*' '*Of course you do, love.*' Anne-Marie chimed in to general boisterous if silent laughter. As inevitably happened when they all communicated in their special way, Mia ended up visiting with Tia. Chapter 7 When they saw Nancy holding Carlotta who was crying too, certain she had done something wrong, Jocelyne and Addison looked at each other, then opened their arms to invite them to join the group hug. "Don't cry, honey." Addy told Carlotta. "I'm only working through my insecurities. I still can't believe this wonderful lady is in love with me." As her twin reassured the crying woman, Abi looked at Steph. They had talked about this after Joce unexpectedly fell in love with her. Joce's friend, Maddie, had given them her take on the situation, but it seemed farfetched to Abi. When Steph shrugged and smiled, she reserved her judgement, again, but promised herself to keep her eye on her unstable sister. Feeling that the woman was still uncertain, Addy put her hand on her cheek and gently pulled her into a tender kiss. She willingly opened her mouth when a tentative tongue touched her lips. Soon, they were sharing a deep and passionate kiss. She shivered when she felt Nancy's hand caressing her back. Disengaging slowly so her partner wouldn't feel rejected in anyway, she looked deeply in her hazel eyes where she was glad to see only felicity. Looking at Joce, she nodded and guided her closer so she could share Carlotta's mouth too. Once they were kissing, she turned to Nancy who was beaming at her partner. Leaning closer, she whispered in Addy's ear. "Thank you. You handled that magnificently. She has her own issues, you see. You made a friend in me for what you just did." She punctuated her statement by taking Addy's lips and demonstrating how close a friend she meant. Seeing that the four women were otherwise busy, Steph took her partner's hand to leave, but she was held back by her sister's hand on her arm. "Don't go, dear. I owe you two for being so caring when I needed it." She pulled her sister in her arms and proceeded to connect with her in a way neither would have ever expected while Carlotta opened her arms to Abi with a shy smile. Later, as the women soaked in the hot water of the huge sunken bath, cuddled with their partners, Nancy explained some particularities of their gathering. "We have you to thank for being here, Jocelyne." She said. "Every year, our bosses give us a condo for the holidays as a bonus. Yesterday, they called and invited us over so you would have familiar faces around." "I wondered how come you were here. This is the kind of incredible place you see on TV when they show how the rich and famous live." "This is exactly what it is." Nancy explained to them all. "Earlier this year, Jean, my boss, and her team came down here to investigate a company Ms. Hutchison, the owner of our company, had her eye on. While they were doing it, she found out that the CEO of the conglomerate which owned it was being set up in a criminal conspiracy by his brother so he could steal all his money. With all the proof she gathered, she went to the FBI and turned the tables on him. Now, he's the one in jail and the man was so grateful, he went into a partnership with Ms. Hutchison. Something she never does. He flew Jean's team to a private island somewhere in the Pacific for the holidays and offered this place to the boss while he's on a cruise in the Mediterranean on his private yacht." "Wow!" Addison said. "And I guess she was lonely so she asked you to join her." "She's anything but lonely." Nancy laughed. "She has two partners, two lovely special women. One of whom, Carole, is a fantastic artist. She will probably ask you all to pose for her. If you're lucky, she'll 'study' you and make one of her paintings of you. The other is the reason we came up here to warn you so you don't freak out when you see her. Kayla is intersex. A hermaphrodite, if you will. So, you will see the outline of a penis in her bathing suit. I hope you won't mind because she's a nice lady and she deserves to be treated right." "I met her once when she came to the office last year." Jocelyne told the others. "She used to be an oncologist but it took a huge toll on her. Now she's a pediatrician at a free clinic and she comes in twice a year to offer her services to the children of the employees." "And if that wasn't enough company, they invited another special family." Nancy went on. "Two of them, Julia and Ryanna, are Doctors in Psychology. They look so much alike, you'll think they're sisters. Another is a top level engineer. Anne-Marie is a bundle of energy and a laugh a minute. She's also *very* friendly. At one time or another, she'll end up on your lap and she loves to cuddle. Carole, the artist, is like that too, but differently. The last one, Annabelle, is in a class of her own. As far as I know, she doesn't have a degree in anything, but she is the reference when the others need information or something done. I overheard some things that have me more confused than informed. She's great woman nonetheless and you'll like her." "I'm almost sorry I asked Ms. Laliberté for..." Jocelyne began only to stop, blushing. "That's okay, babe." Addison told her lovingly. "I figured something was up when you said we were invited over right after I confessed my sins to you. And with two Psychology PhDs here, Nancy confirmed my suspicions. I don't mind. I know I need help if I am to make our relationship work and there's nothing I want more right now." She kissed Joce's tears of happiness. "There's no reason to be sorry. I'm positive it was a collective decision." Nancy told her friend. "I don't understand what they're about, but sometimes, they all go in a sort of trance. Sorry, I'm not sure I explain it properly. It's like they go elsewhere for a while. So, don't be surprised if, at one point, they touch each other and go blank for a while. Anne-Marie told us that it's a private thing and that it's better if we don't talk about it to anybody else. When they do, she said we should just ignore them." "As if we could." Carlotta laughed. "Imagine seven beautiful women sitting there, touching each other, if they're not lying down, cuddling. Did we mention that clothing is optional indoors?" "It must be nice living down south year round." Stéphanie sighed. "I'd become a nudist in a heartbeat." "You already are at heart, my love." Abigail told her as she cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples hard. "You really are insatiable. I thought your sister had worn you out." "Not by a long shot when I have you in my arms." Abi gasped as she felt her partner's fingers invade her underwater. "You can stay here as long as you want." Nancy told them. "But it's our turn to help the cook prepare the supper. I hope you like Island food. She's from Jamaica and you're in for a treat." "We'll join you and help." Jocelyne said. "It's the least we can do with the four of us barging in like that." "We'll be there... ungh... soon to... heeeeelp" Abi managed to say as she arched under Steph's ministrations. Nancy tsked as she looked at the bathing suits the women were wearing. "Let me guess. I know two of you are from Quebec, so you're not used to showing your bodies in public. The other two must Southern Baptists." "You're right and oh so wrong." Jocelyne laughed. "My Addy swims naked and I'm an exhibitionist. I hadn't planned on going to the beach on this trip, so I bought the first thing I could find on the way from Tennessee. Also, I can't go out in the sun for any length of time, so it's never been a priority for me." "As for us, swimsuits have never been priorities either." Abigail said. "Steph has always lived in her truck and I don't wear one when I swim in Addy's pool. Plus we're both also exhibitionists." "That's not a problem. We'll go shopping tomorrow and find you something properly indecent. This is Florida after all even though we're not in Miami where women prance around practically naked." "You should walk the beaches in Southern California." Steph told her. "Ogling female flesh is a favorite local sport." They compared their various experiences in the regional forms of exhibitionism as they walked to the kitchen where they found a tall big black woman wearing an ample white long light robe with a white piece of the same fabric holding back a mane of dreadlocks. She greeted them with a great laugh. "Hello, little ones. Are you helping Mammy Carolyn today?" "We are, Mammy." Carlotta told her as she gave the woman a big hug. "And these are our new friends. They came to visit and some of them to heal." The woman hugged them all as they were introduced, making them feel welcome as if part of her extended family. "Now, you will help prepare the evening feast. The boss lady and her family are away, visiting, so little Caro won't be in the way." She laughed. "I told you it was confusing." Nancy stage-whispered. "And this is as close to a real explanation as you'll get." "Don't you listen to her. It's perfectly clear. Their spirits are visiting together. There's no mystery." "I love you, Mammy Carolyn." Carlotta exclaimed as she hugged her again. "Will you adopt me?" "And what would your lady say about that, little one? You know you are already in my heart. What more do you need?" They cuddled for a moment before she marshalled her helpers to various tasks around the large kitchen. Jocelyne was amazed as she listened to the woman describe what they were preparing and went on to extoll the virtues of Rastafarian ital cuisine. She promised herself to research the subject in depth. They were almost done when Mammy Carolyn looked up from her task and seemed to listen to something for a moment. "They are back." She announced. "You all join them for a refreshing dip before helping bring the food out." She laughed as she shooed them out of her kitchen with a special swat on the backside for Carlotta who bounced her way out after it. Steph groaned as she rubbed her full belly. "It's a good thing I can't eat like this every day or I'd have to spend long hours at the gym to keep my girlish figure." "Be prepared to step up your exercise routine, honey." Abi laughed. "A lot of those things keep very well. When we go by a Jamaican market, I plan to stock up and prepare similar meals on the road." "I know what you mean." Her twin said. "I'll have to talk to my partner about stocking some of those fruits and spices. We'll corner the Nashville market before someone else discovers those delicacies." "I can help you with that." Joce told her. "Our company owns a hotel in Kingston through a subsidiary. I'm sure I can find a contact with a couple of calls." "I can do you one better." Jean said. "The owner of this palace owns the largest shipping company in the Caribbean. I'm sure he can get you the best prices and ship everything to you at competitive rates." "That would be great, Ms. Laliberté... I mean Jean." Joce stammered, unused to hanging out with an executive of the company. In an organic move, Anne-Marie rose from Ann's lap and settled on Jocelyne's thighs. Wrapping her arms around her neck, she kissed her lightly. "Don't worry, dear. You'll get used to it. She doesn't bite... much, and she wipes her ass just like the rest of us." Joce smiled at the image. She could well picture other things the powerful woman did like her. She had blushed furiously when she was introduced to her, intimidated by the exposed muscular body she had previously only seen in tailored business suits. As she enjoyed the feeling of the small woman on her lap, pressing her body against hers, she was suffused by a sensation of peace, of being connected with the women surrounding her. She didn't think twice when the lips which had been murmuring soft words of reassurance in her ear kissed the sensitive hollow beneath it. She naturally, tilted her head to offer her neck to the talented mouth, unaware that, in the same movement, she extended her arm to take her lover's hand. Addison who had also fallen under Anne-Marie's spell, scooted closer and wrapped her arms around the two women. When a light hand on the back of her neck gently guided her to Jocelyne's mouth, she kissed her with all her heart, *knowing* to her core that their love was meant to be and that she was worthy of it regardless of her past. When Anne-Marie rejoined her wives, they looked fondly at the three couples who were hugging and kissing, sharing their love. '*We done good.*' '*That we did, love. That we did.*' '*At times like this, I wish I could entice you to leave engineering and come work at the Clinic.*' "*Yeah and what would Sylvie say of you poaching one of her engineers.*' They laughed silently as they held each other, reaffirming their own love in the most intimate way possible. Jean and Kayla watched the third part of themselves as she imprinted the scene before her. They knew she wouldn't sleep much that night, but they looked forward to the result. Despite Jocelyne's urging, Addison stayed by her side until the sun went down behind the house and the infinity pool was in the shade so they could share the special effect of seeming to be in a free-standing pool of water with the sea at one end. "I've seen images of this." Joce told her lover as they shared the magical experience. "But I never expected to live it." She turned to her sister. "Could you take pictures of us, please? Otherwise, nobody will believe me when I tell them about this." "Wait until you get better bikinis." Nancy laughed. "And the weatherman calls for clear skies tomorrow. Wait until you see the sun rise over the ocean. It's breathtaking." ""It really is." Carlotta told them. "This sadist has me get up in the middle of the night so we can walk to the beach. At least here all we have to do is come down the stairs or sit on the balcony." "She complains, but she loves making love on the empty beach as the sun comes up. Tomorrow morning, you'll hear her shout 'Salut, Galarneau' as she comes." Abigail laughed. "Stéphanie does the same when she's the one driving eastward at sunrise." "For those of you who don't know, it's the title of a 1967 book by the Québécois author Jacques Godbout. It became a rally cry among students at the time of the Révolution Tranquille -- the Quiet Revolution -- and has gone on to be a national way to greet the new day in the countryside." Steph explained. "I just love this beautiful brain!" Abigail exclaimed as she wrapped herself around Steph and kissed her head. "Also this neck... these shoulders... these breasts... this..." The rest was inaudible as she continued kissing her way down her partner's body underwater. The next morning, Addison cried in Jocelyne's arms when Carole gave her a sketch of the two of them gazing in each other's eyes as they lay on a lounge chair, their love radiating off the paper. "If you ever doubt." The artist told her before hugging and kissing them both. "Look with your heart. You will see it too." The women looked at her in awe as she walked to her partners where she sat and held their hands. For all they could tell, the three of them were talking silently to each other then froze in mid-movement. Anne-Marie kneeled by their lounge chair. "Don't fret. It's a family thing. They'll be back soon. Let me remind you of Carlotta's warning. Please do not talk of it once you're away from here." "Mammy Carolyn explained it to us yesterday. We won't say a word. We promise." Jocelyne assured her as she and Addison stared at the still women, caught in their obvious serenity. Stéphanie, Jocelyne and Nancy browsed around the huge beachwear boutique while Carlotta was in a changing room with Addison and Abigail where they were trying the armload of bikinis they had collected under the ebullient woman's direction as she explained how they could be sexy and still get adequate support for their C-cups. She shamelessly used the opportunity of having Jean's credit card to augment her own collection under the pretext of showing her new friends how well they fit her larger Ds. "I can't believe the car collection in the garage at the mansion." Stéphanie told the others. "I really like our pick-up, but the Lexus LX SUV we got to use is incredible." "That's for sure." Nancy sighed. "Ann and Jean use the Audi and Mercedes because they're like their own, but I hope we'll get to take a ride in the Bentley. I'd only ever *heard* of it. This the first one I've seen." "It's fine, like the mansion, but it doesn't feel real to me." Jocelyne said. "Don't get me wrong, I love the experience. Only, I can't wait to get back to my everyday life." Feeling the undercurrent of sadness in her voice, her sister and her friend sidled to her to put their arms around her waist. "You'll find a way to make it work, sis." Steph told her. "We did and we had similar challenges." "She's right, Joce." Nancy agreed. "Love always finds a way." "Thank you for your encouragements, but I don't see how we can be together short of one of us leaving a successful business or career." "Both of you have to look at your lives clearly. I thought Abi had a great career, but she told me she was only marking time. When we declared our love, it was a no-brainer for her to change career track. As far as I know, you are at the top of your career and can't go further." "That may be so, but I do important work. My boss, Mr. Hastings, the CFO of our company, counts on me. I don't want to disappoint him." "She's right, Steph. From everything I've heard, she's more than an assistant to him. She's like a deputy CFO." "Oh, you." Joce slapped Nancy on the arm. "You're exaggerating. You do the same for Jean." "No I don't, honey. I don't understand half the work she does while most of what comes into Mr. Hastings' office goes through you first. Why do you think you're the highest paid Assistant? Only Mrs. Parker earned more before she retired." "I don't believe you. Most of what I do is read reports and make synopses to streamline Mr. Hastings' intake so he doesn't waste time on insignificant things." "That's exactly what I mean, Joce. You're an integral part of your department. Your assistant does the same work as Carlotta and I. She's the real Executive Assistant. That's why she's in the A Club with us." "I never thought about it. I was sure it was because she such a nice woman." "She is, for sure. I wish she was family. What an ass!" Nancy sighed dreamily which set to others laughing. "You and Carlotta are really lusty swingers." Steph said. Nancy grinned. "I'll let you in on a secret. We're not. I started that rep to have some fun with Jean when I thought she was a prude. It worked until she turned the tables on me. What we have is a vivid fantasy life. Aside from one other couple, you four are the first we've really played with and we hope to have the opportunity to do it again in the future. My Carlotta really likes Addison and if we had known you are a lesbian, Joce, we would have made a move on you long before now." "You two have been good friends to me over the years. Without knowing it, you've helped me through rough periods, but I've discovered this side of myself only recently. It took Addy to bring it out." "Abi and I will be stopping in Montreal every couple of months. I'm sure we can get together for some fun and games." "I'm all for fun and games." Abigail purred as she wrapped her arms around Steph's waist from behind. "She really is." Carlotta laughed. "She 'accidently' opened the door while we were all naked when she heard some women talking outside our cabin." "We discovered that she likes to be spanked too." Addison told them. "The women applauded when I pulled her across my knees to punish her and reversed our roles for once in our life. If the cabin had been larger, I'm sure they would have come in with us. One of them even reached in and fondled Carlotta while she was playing with herself." "She does love a good spanking." Nancy said as she held Carlotta tenderly. "But I'm the only one who gets to spank her." "Because you are her mistress?" Jocelyne asked. "It's the simple explanation we tell people. Our relationship is a bit more sophisticated. I am her ladylove, in fact, and she is my lady in waiting." "I bet there's a beautiful story behind that." Jocelyne sighed as she watched the deep love flowing between her two friends. "There is." Carlotta told her with a beaming smile. "If you want to hear it, we'll tell you when we get to the mansion." "Are you sure, babe?" "I do, my love. For some reason, I feel very close to Joce and our new friends. Of course, the decision is yours." "If you feel this strongly about it, we will, with the obvious caveat." "That's for sure. I only meant our beautiful relationship, my lady." They stayed there for long minutes, lost in each other's gaze as the others watched until they just had to join them in a loving group hug. "We'd better go back." Jocelyne said huskily. "This may not be Baptist country, but I need more than is socially acceptable in public." Everyone agreed wholeheartedly. As they arrived at the mansion, a delivery truck from an electronic store was leaving and Kayla and Carole were getting out of the Mercedes, loaded with bags of their own. Kayla waited for them while Carole went inside with her share of their shopping expedition. "Did you girls have fun?" She asked when they joined her. "We sure did." Abigail answered. "I never imagined shopping for a bathing suit could be this involved." "Carlotta has impeccable taste when it comes to clothes, even something as simple as a bikini." Kayla said. "She and Carole are two of a kind. We often go shopping together, the three of us. Jean only buys jeans and t-shirts. All her work suits are made by a tailor and are of only a few models. That's the extent of her wardrobe." "She's my kind of woman." Steph laughed. "Abigail is after me to buy some fancy clothes, but we don't really have any use for them. She put all of hers in storage in her mother's attic, in fact." "We make do with lingerie." Abi told them. "Since we own our truck, we arranged for customized storage where a second bunk would be and we're filling it one piece at the time. She loves it when I drive wearing only a g-string and a camisole." "Don't forget the butt plug." Steph winked. "I mentioned it once and she had to try it. Now, she's addicted." "Is there something you want to share, dear?" Joce asked when she saw Carlotta blush. Nancy laughed as she hugged her lover. "She has her own favorite butt plug she wears at work. And why do you think she always has her jacket on? She wears a half-cup bra so she can flash me when we see each other in the office." "I hope you will flash me too when we meet at the water cooler." Jocelyne asked her softly. Hearing the catch in her voice, Addison slid her arm around her waist. "Let's go inside, love. We can lie down for a while. I'm tired after following Carlotta around the boutiques all day." "Give them a few minutes." Kayla told the others as they all watched to two women walk up the stairs. "They need your support, but don't let them despair. Help is on the way." On those cryptic words, she left them to join Carole in her improvised studio. The women sat on the large balcony facing the sea, sipping the mojitos Mammy Carolyne had shown them how to make the traditional way with sugar cane juice and the Cuban version by using yerba buena. "So, you see, I've broken the curse thanks to my ladylove." Carlotta said as she cuddled with Nancy. "Our love broke the curse, you mean." Nancy clarified. "You had already done most of the work before we got together." "Just to make sure, she will be the one to carry our child." "Congratulations!" Jocelyne told them. "How will you do it? Will you adopt or go with artificial insemination?" "It's much too complicated and expensive." Nancy said. "Either we will use a sperm bank or a donor. We asked a friend to draw an ironclad contract to make sure nobody can come back to stake a claim on our child." Carlotta poked her in the ribs. "She has her eye on the buff UPS delivery man. Me, I'd rather go for brain instead of brawn. If it was possible, I'd ask Ms. Hutchison. She's so beautiful and she has to be supremely intelligent to have risen to her position." "It may not be as farfetched as you think." Steph told her. "When I drive, I like to listen to PBS or the Science Channel on satellite radio and I heard that they can now splice the chromosomes from two eggs. It's the same principle as cloning." Carlotta blushed furiously. "I could never ask her. We've already researched ways to use a man's sperm." "If I knew it would work the first time, I'd even let a man fuck me once." Nancy said. "Unfortunately, we'll have to go the turkey baster way." They all laughed at the image, then fell silent as each couple reflected on the idea of having a baby and starting a family. The reflective mood was broken when Carole and Kayla joined them. "Would you ladies like to have a painting of yourselves done?" Kayla asked them. "Oh, yes they would!" Nancy and Carlotta exclaimed, then turned to the others. "Trust us, you do." Nancy told them. "Carole is a genius. She doesn't do portraits. She paints emotions. And the experience of her 'studying' you is one of a kind." "It really is." Carlotta said. "She goes from head to toe. She even... She tasted me." She added, blushing. Kayla laughed. "What Carlotta means is that Carole will internalize your body with her senses, all of them, and she will take in your being with her mind's eye. You see, she is a sensitive. As you saw from the sketches she gave you this morning, she has already been observing you. Studying you in her own special way will allow her to go the extra step and do one of her paintings. We were lucky to find an art supply with the quality of paints she requires." "I will study each couple alone first." Carole told them. "If I need to, I will ask the others to join us. You will need to be naked and quiet while I work. Once I'm done, Kayla will ask you to leave. Don't be surprised by anything I require. I can't tell you what it will be in advance because I don't know myself. When I'm in a trance, I don't control where my creativity takes me." As if she read her mind, Kayla reassured Jocelyne. "No, dear. It's nothing like our family thing. She goes in a creative trance when she studies a subject. Then she sketches furiously for however long she needs to fix what she observed in her mind. She never did more than two subjects at a time, but you are a special case." "Indeed you are." Carole added. "For some reason, I have a feeling that your lives are linked in a deeper way than just being sisters and couples. No, I can't explain this feeling." "As I told you, she is a sensitive. That's the only descriptor we can come up with." Kayla told them. "Ryanna is studying her talent, but she can't explain it yet. She can only make observations for the moment. In fact, she called St-Jovite yesterday evening and some specialized equipment just arrived, so we're ready if you are." The four women looked at each other. "We'll go first." Stéphanie said. "Or we can flip for it." "No, that's all right." Addison told her after Jocelyne nodded her assent. "We'll wait our turn." "All right, then." Kayla said. "Follow us." Carole had studied Stéphanie and Abigail in minute detail, then she knelt before them and looked at them, head cocked to the side as if she didn't understand what she was seeing. '*Do you see that, Kay?*' '*All I see are two beautiful women obviously very much in love with each other.*' '*Jay?*' '*Yes, Baby Girl.*' '*Would you come here for a moment, please?*' '*I'm on my way. What is it?*' '*I'm not sure. I want Tia to take a look.*' When Jean arrived in the room Carole had converted in a temporary studio, she took in the two naked women enlaced as they kissed deeply and caressed each other passionately. That was a first. '*Do you see it?*' '*Why are they making love?*' '*Okay, then. I really need Tia to have a look.*' Jean and Kayla came to stand behind Carole and put a hand on her shoulders. By the time the two women climaxed, Mia had joined Tia and they observed the phenomenon before them. When they came down from their mutual orgasm, Stéphanie and Abigail were very surprised to see the two groups of women standing before them, touching and in their strange trance. "What do you think we should do?" Abi asked quietly. "Nancy told us to ignore them. Let's join the others." Steph answered. They picked up their bikinis and left the room, perplexed. Half an hour later, Mammy Carolyne came to get them to help prepare the supper. The six of them ate without the others joining them. "What do you think happened?" Abi asked Nancy. "You've done this before. You must have an idea." "I really don't know." She told her. "We didn't make love when Carole studied us. And it was only Kayla and her." "Could something be wrong?" "I doubt it. Mammy Carolyne would have told us. She seems to be in tune with them on some level." They ate then lounged companionably beside the pool. Once it was in the shade, Joce and Addy joined their sisters and their friends in the water. Their lovemaking was gentle, almost spiritual. When they got up at their usual early hour, Steph and Joce were surprised to find that Julia and Ryanna had already pushed the furniture aside in the downstairs main sitting room and were stretching in preparation of their own exercise routine. "Good morning, ladies." Ryanna told them. "We didn't expect company so early." "I always work out at this hour so I can be on the road early." Steph told them. "And I'm usually in bed early so I can train before going to work." Joce added. "Good for you." Julia said. "We can see that you both are in great physical shape each of your own way. What regimen do you follow?" "We each adapted a routine a friend of ours taught us many years ago." Steph said. "It's mostly isometric exercises. I also do weights when I have them." "It shows." Julia said as she admired her body. "You have great definition. I can't wait to see Carole's painting of you and Abigail." "Speaking of that. Can you tell us what happened yesterday? That's not what we expected. Particularly all of you being there after Carole guided us in intimate poses until we couldn't help ourselves and made love. We're sorry about that." "Don't be. It was a beautiful thing to see in more ways than one." Ryanna told her. "You two make a great couple. As to what happened, we're not really sure ourselves. A friend of ours will fly in this morning to help us figure it out." "I don't understand..." "Don't worry. Nothing is wrong. We just can't give you a cogent answer at this point. Please allow us to think about it so we can give you a proper explanation. And we will. I promise." "All right then. We can wait." The four of them went on with their respective routines and soon were in their own meditative trances. When they were done, Ryanna and Julia weren't really surprised to find Abigail and Addison sitting on the couch with towels. They watched them join their partners to dry them. They grinned as Abi licked Steph's sweat from her breasts and beamed when Joce did the same on her back as Addy pressed herself behind her and initiated their own lovemaking, their audience completely forgotten. '*I see it. It's more intense when the four are together.*' *'I can't wait for Sylvie to get here. She knows more about auras than we do.*' '*I only hope she can explain this.*' '*If we keep finding new talents, you won't be retiring anytime soon, honey.*' '*Laugh all you want, Anne-Marie. I may finally have enough arguments to poach you from Sylvie.*' '*Forget it. You know perfectly well that where Ann goes, I go, and unless she trains a team to replace her, she stays at the firm.*' '*Ah, well, a scientist can dream. Ann, do you want us to go pick-up Sylvie and Patricia when they land?*' '*I'll go get them, but I'd be glad for your company if you want to come. I've done all the research Jean needs. She called the office so someone will be at the Dorval airport to hand Sylvie a portable scrambled phone. She said I shouldn't tap into their communication system. She's no fun.*' '*One of these days, you're going to give Barbie a heart attack.*' They all laughed while Ryanna sighed, wishing she had installed her measuring equipment downstairs. Chapter 8 The four women weren't overly surprised when they saw Barbara walk out of Customs arm in arm with Sylvie and Patricia. Jean had told them how she had mercilessly teased her with pictures and an interminable list of the features of the mansion where they were vacationing. "Couldn't miss the opportunity, could you?" Ann laughed after they had all hugged and kissed. "Can you blame me?" Barbara replied with a huge smile. "As it is, I'll have to check my luggage to make sure Cam didn't sneak in my suitcase." "I'm surprised both of your wives didn't accompany you." "We have a major deal in the works so we couldn't both come and Cam wouldn't leave Lee alone." "She's so nice. We'll have to make it up to her." Anne-Marie said. "She sends her regards. She misses you too. So, Ann, can you give me some details about this project of yours?" "I wouldn't want to spoil Jean's surprise." "Not even a teaser? It's so like you to leave me twisting in the wind." She grumbled. "It's for a good cause in this case..." "Ladies, you can keep sparring in the car." Patricia interrupted them. "If we don't move soon, Sylvie and the girls are going to leave without you." When they turned, the three women's impatience was obvious. "Sorry." Ann tried to show contrition for her perpetual teasing of Barbara, but her wives knew her too well. "We didn't expect you, Barbie." She told her when they got to the car. "This is supposed to be a seven seater, but six is more realistic." "That's all right. I can sit in Barbie's lap." Anne-Marie volunteered. "Of course you will." Ann laughed. By the time they arrived at the mansion, Anne-Marie had moved from Barbara's lap to Sylvie's and Patricia's, kissing and fondling them thoroughly. She had both hands full of Patricia's breasts and was kissing her deeply when Ann opened her door. Knowing her wives, she suggested Patricia carry her to their room and told her she would bring her luggage inside. Sylvie and the others had already raced to the makeshift laboratory slash painting studio to review the instrument readings from the previous day. Once the luggage was carried inside and she had parked the SUV, Ann got mojitos for everyone and brought Barbara out to the pool. She grinned when she saw the trail of clothes leading up the stairs. Anne-Marie had really missed the mother of her heart. As usual during the day, Addison and Jocelyne were lounging in the shade. Kayla and Carole were sleeping, snuggled together in a lounge chair near them. It had been another first that night. Tia had made the painting directly in oil, skipping the sketching stage. "Ladies." She said quietly once she had brought the women together. "This is Barbara Ryan. She's Carlotta direct boss and the second in command of their company. She is here to meet with Jean and soak in the rays." She added as the woman was undressing in front of everybody. "Hello all. Last one in the water is a dry pussy." She laughed as she raced to the pool. She had worn a sexy bikini under her sharp and prim traveling clothes. She introduced herself to the women as they played water games. When she was told why Addison and Jocelyne hadn't joined them, she climbed out of the pool and went to sit with them. "Hello, Jocelyne. It's nice to see you outside the office. Won't you introduce me to your lovely friend?" "Ms. Ryan, this is Addison Jackson, my love. Addy, this is Ms. Ryan." "Barbara, or Barbie, please. We're all friends here. And considering that we're mostly naked, Ms. Ryan sounds positively weird." She stayed with them for a while, congratulating them on their new love and getting to know them a little before excusing herself to join the boisterous game of tag going on in the pool. "I like her." Addy told Joce. "She sounds like a really nice person." "She is. She can be tough when it's required, but everybody loves her at the company. As Ms. Hutchison is the face of the company to the outside world, she is the one to the inside. She's a childhood friend of Ms. Hutchison and unofficially married to her and her legal wife, Ms. Valentine." Addison sighed inwardly as she considered yet another extended loving family. She was overjoyed by the deep connection she had made with Jocelyne, but what if...? She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a faint voice tell her to look with her heart. "What is it, my love?" Joce asked. "I... I don't know." She answered after looking around only to see that Carole and Kayla were still sleeping and that there was no one else nearby. "I thought I heard something, but it must have been my imagination." "You do have a fertile imagination, dear." Joce said suggestively. "Do you want to try the spa? Kayla showed me the mechanism to unroll a drape so we will be in the shade. You can use your imagination on me." "How can I say no to such a proposition?" Addy grinned. Barbara got a good first impression of Addison and Jocelyne, who she knew from the office like she knew all the Executive Assistants. But she knew much more *of* her from Jeffrey Hastings, her direct boss. Neither of them had ever understood why she was content to hide behind the fiction that she was simply his assistant when she was so much more and had the potential to go even further. While playing with them in the pool, copping a feel or three on the sly, she got to know Stéphanie and Abigail, obliquely interviewing them in a way and depth that would never have been possible in a formal environment. When the women paired off and Ann went inside, she hung on the far side of the pool, seemingly enjoying the view. She tried to make sense of Jean's call the night before. Using their code words, she had told her that she had come across a business start-up of great potential and in line with Lee Ann's lifelong project. She also said she had a core management team ready to insert in place. Obviously, she didn't mean either Nancy or Carlotta. They were great Executive Assistants, but they didn't have management potential or the inclination for it. So she could only mean the other four women. Jocelyne had definite CFO potential and could grow into it in a smaller, expanding company, but what about the others? Addison was the co-owner of a health products store and a personal trainer. Stéphanie was a trucker through and through while Abigail was a former truck stop manager and now the business manager of their independent trucking micro-enterprise. All hard working women for sure, but hardly people around whom a solid company could be built. With a sigh, she let herself sink underwater and pushed against the wall toward the shallow end of the pool. Carole grinned against Kayla's breast on which her head rested. '*Phase one complete, Jay. She interviewed them and had plenty of time to stew about what you have in mind.*' '*When Kayla stops snoring, bring her up here. Sylvie want to talk to you.*' '*I don't snore, you meanie.*' '*Yes you do, honey, but you do it so delicately it's really cute.*' '*I'll show you cute.*' '*Is that a promise?*' '*Of course, darling.*' They ate all together outdoors, feasting on Mammy Carolyne' seemingly inexhaustible cornucopia of Rastafarian cuisine. It was so good that Patricia went back to the kitchen to invite her to share it with them and spent the whole meal discussing cooking techniques with her. Her wives laughed, knowing where she would spent her vacation. When they were done, Carole asked Jocelyne and Addison if they would allow her to study them as she had done for their sisters. She laughed when both would have run upstairs immediately, telling them to digest their meal first. "I'm so full, I could hardly move from here, much less do you justice. Let's take an hour to relax. If you want to take a nap, that's fine. I didn't sleep much last night so if you want to join me, we'll all be in better shape later." The two women looked at each other, then got up and extended their hands to Carole who smiled and followed them inside. '*When they're asleep, join us, darlings. Let's see what Tia can make of them in a relaxed state before we move to the next stage.*' '*We'll be watching you, honey.*' As they walked in the room where Carole led them, Addy and Joce took in the artist's studio area, but also the elaborate computer and electronics set-up. Finally, the number of files and papers strewn across a table which didn't fit with the decor. "That's for one of Ann and Jean's pet projects." Carole told them. "Those two workaholics would have to be sedated to take a real vacation. Let's take that nap." She shed the bits of cloth covering her body, immediately imitated by the two women. She crawled to the center of the huge bed and opened her arms in an invitation Addy and Joce readily accepted, cuddling on each side of the diminutive woman, leaning their heads on her upper chest as she wrapped her arms around their shoulders. "Sleep well, dears." She whispered and Addison was certain she heard an echo, but it didn't startle her that time, quite the opposite. She felt safe as she imagined she must have as a babe in her mother's arms. '*Now, I'm officially curious. I swear Addison can* hear *me.*' '*Are you sure?*' '*The first time, she was startled. That's what gave me a clue. Now, she just whimpered happily and snuggled closer to me.*' '*So? I do it all the time.*' '*I know, Kay, but she's not supposed to* hear *me that way.*' '*We'll see later. The instruments are already recording.*' '*Give them a couple of minutes. They went out like a light. I wouldn't be surprised if Jocelyne can* hear *me too if only at an unconscious level.*' '*Do you think we should bring Mia in right away?*' '*Naw. Let's go with the plan. Tia's perceptions and the instruments will give us a good idea. We can bring in Mia if things progress as they did yesterday.*' '*Since you're the one who recognized the situation first, we'll follow your lead.*' Sylvie's only thought from the moment Ryanna called her had been for the phenomenon they had observed. Well, except when Patricia forcibly took her to bed and effectively distracted her. Also when Anne-Marie showed her how much she had missed her. So, when they arrived, she couldn't wait to see the readings of the psychic Event. The anomalous readings were faint since the instruments had been calibrated to observe Carole, but they were there nonetheless. The fairly comprehensive digital library she had brought with her didn't reveal specific references, only indications, so she would have to go with Carole's initial observations and those of Mia and Tia. From what Ryanna and Julia had seen that morning, the phenomenon was definitely tied to their auras. So she opened her mind's eye during their meal. Her wives knew she was easily distracted when she did and guided the conversation around her. The four women did have auras of bright colors. Stéphanie and Abigail's were sharp and healthy while Jocelyne and Addison's were slightly more diffuse, indicating some kind of instability, but she barely restrained a gasp of surprise on the first occasion when they touched, then when they looked lovingly in each other's eyes. Their auras instantly became crisp and significantly brighter. She caught Ryanna's eye and raised a questioning eyebrow, wishing yet again that she could communicate as Mia and Tia's parts did. As soon as possible after Carole brought her models indoors, she followed them with Ryanna and Julia. They were discussing her startling observations when Jean and Kayla walked in. "I don't know what you can expect." She told them. "But I suspect it will be clearer than with the other two. I think both were hurt at some point in the past, though I can't estimate the nature or the depth of the trauma. I wish I had been present when they first met. Aural sparks must have flown. As far as I can tell from this short observation, I would say they are healing each other." "That's the reason they are here." Jean told her. "Jocelyne reached out to me and asked if I could get them in touch with Ryanna and Julia to help Addison with some unresolved negative experience from her past. It was only luck that we were all down here, so we invited them over. Your wives barely had to give them a nudge in the right direction. They were already healing her and Jocelyne too though she hadn't realized she needed help also." "I know Carole wants only Tia in the room with them, but I must observe their auras." Sylvie almost begged, her scientific itch in dire need to be scratched. "She says she understand. We already told them somewhat of why you are here, so it shouldn't be a problem if you sit by the electronics and look like you're watching the instruments." Ryanna and Julia held hands. Their eyes glazed slightly for a moment and they grinned. "We didn't want to prejudice your observations." Ryanna told Sylvie. "But wait until you see the painting Tia did last night." "Tia *painted*!" Sylvie exclaimed, flabbergasted. "How can that be? She doesn't even exist on this plane." "She does and she doesn't." Ryanna tried to explain. "They meld with Carole at the apex the same way we do with you, then, in a limited way, she can reach into our plane of existence through Carole's talent. She enjoys corporeality immensely." "You girls are killing me." Sylvie groaned. "How long have you been keeping this from me? No matter. One mystery at the time. Let's join Carole and her subjects, but don't think I'll forget this." The four women grinned at each other and they could hear Ann and Anne-Marie laugh through the open patio doors. Carole looked positively beatific as she held the two women lovingly and protectively and she had the same effect as usual on Sylvie. Instantly, her agitation was replaced by an ineffable inner peace. She knelt on the bed and reached over Addison to push stray hairs off her face, then kissed her lightly before going to sit at her designated place. '*She loves you very much, Baby Girl.*' '*I know. I love her too. She has such a big heart.*' Jean and Kayla were already naked, so they lay alongside the two women Carole was holding, molding their bodies to theirs, and then reached to put a hand on each of Carole's breasts. Sylvie wasn't ready for the intense aural flare which occurred when the psychic circuit was closed. She was almost at the bed, drawn irresistibly, instinctively, as a moth to a flame, when Ryanna intercepted her. Gently, projecting calm and strength, she took her back to her chair where, with Julia's help, she managed to reach through her daze and help her close her mind's eye. "What happened?" She whispered, awed by the memory of what she had perceived. Then Patricia was at her side. She put an arm around her shoulder to guide her out of the room, but Sylvie resisted. "No, love, I can't leave. This is incredible. I didn't know this was possible. How can it be? I have to know... I must understand..." "I know, sweetheart, but one thing at a time." Patricia crooned softly, warned by her wives of the psychic danger to Sylvie. "Come with me. You can tell me all about it." Mia's parts huddled in the hall once Patricia had coaxed Sylvie to their room. "Do you know what happened, Ryanna?" Anne-Marie asked. "Tia was only supposed to observe, but since Carole was holding them, Jean and Kayla spooned with them before reaching to Carole. Unless I'm greatly mistaking, Addison and Jocelyne became enmeshed with Tia in some way." "I know, I know, nothing is impossible, but this?" Anne-Marie insisted. "Is there any danger to them?" Ever practical Ann wanted to know. "And what about their sisters? They're downstairs, in a fugue. Nancy and Carlotta are worried, but we reassured them and asked them to watch over them when you called for Patricia. Barbie was easier to contain, but we'll have to tell her something at some point." "The sisters must be really close." Ryanna hypothesized. "Probably much closer than they even know. Addison and Abigail are twins, so it's to be expected to a certain extent. I don't know about Jocelyne and Stéphanie." "We can explore it later." Julia told Ryanna. "For now, we have to decide what will be our next step. This morning, you saw how their auras brightened while they were making love, so much so that even we could see them. I suggest we put the two nulls to sleep and bring the sisters here. If you're right, we will probably all meet at Tia's cabin." "Probably?" Anne-Marie asked, incredulously. "Aren't we taking an awful risk? What effect will this have on them? On their sanity, even?" "I admit it's a stretch, but it wouldn't be the first time a sensitive crossed over. It's not like they'd be in Tia and Mia's universe." Ryanna reassured her. "They would at least be in a relatively familiar environment, one we can control." "One way or another, we have to decide quickly." Ann reminded them. "Remember the time dilatation between here and there. Already, we don't know how long they've been gone." "You're right." Ryanna said. "Let's put Nancy and Carlotta to sleep as Julia suggested and ask Barbara to keep an eye on them. Then, we bring Stéphanie and Abigail here and make a quick translation to the cabin. If they're there, we come back and get them. When we're all over, we can decide on the next step." "I can't see that we have much choice in the matter." Ann agreed. "The eggs are already broken. An omelet is inevitable. We may cause more problems if we leave Stéphanie and Abigail here while their sisters seem to be calling to them." Mia's parts had barely reached the cabin and seen the five women comfortably seated on the wraparound porch, drinking beer and laughing together when they heard the unmistakable sound of a loud Jacob brake behind them. Turning around they saw a beautiful black old school Peterbuilt and trailer with a living paint job depicting the very nature surrounding them slow down and stop to park of the paved embankment which hadn't been there a second before. Steph and Abi waved at them from the cab, wide smiles on their faces. After a last revving of the engine which sent six-foot high flames shooting from the tall pipes, Steph engaged the airbrakes and turned off the engine. When they got out of the truck, Abi was barefoot, wearing the smallest of g-strings and a sexy camisole showing her attributes to their best advantage while Steph was wearing jeans so tight they seemed to have been painted on her, black snakeskin cowboy boots and a snug white t-shirt molded to her chiseled muscles. To everyone's surprise, they both jumped simultaneously from the last step and touched the ground wearing identical Daisy Dukes cut so high they were barely strips of denim, matched bikini tops and leather slide sandals. "Hi there, ladies." Steph called to them as they approached. "We were hoping you'd be here because this is the only habitation we've seen since we got to this place." "It's really great." Abi went on. "So, this where you go when you do your 'family thing'. Cool!" A chorus of guffaws from behind them cut off any attempt at an answer on their part. "You should see your faces." Jean laughed. "What did you expect? Joce and Addy translated riding Tia's coattail. She had a nice long talk with them and explained what's what to them. When these two truckers slipped in the bed with us, she gave them a crash course. They chose to arrive in style. Way to go girls!" Everybody joined in the laughter as their last worry was set aside. "We should have known better and trusted Tia." Ann admitted. "She already has a foot in the physical world. It can't have been a surprise to her when Addison and Jocelyne translated by accident." ""Think again, sister." Carole crowed. "She's the one who brought them over. After asking if they wanted to come, of course." "Yeah." Addy told them. "She's a really nice lady. We visited with her for a while, but her place is a bit disorienting so she showed us how to come here and explained how things work." "Would you believe I can go out in the sun?" Joce beamed. "After a few days of training, I was able to run a full marathon, then, only weeks later, I was able to finish an Iron Man race." "If we had known, we would have joined you sooner." Steph told them. "We heard you calling, but we didn't know how to reach you, then Tia told us that all we had to do was to get up from the chairs and join you all in bed." "We're going to have a lot of explaining to do to Sylvie when we get back." Ryanna mock-sighed, which set all those who knew Sylvie laughing again. To Mia and Tia's parts' surprise, Addison often visited with them. She quickly got used to the particular environment and loved communing with them. On one such occasion, she had tears in her eyes when she rejoined Jocelyne and their sisters. She rushed to their arms and couldn't get enough of kissing them. "I know the girls explained it to us, but Mia and Tia showed it to me in such an intimate way that I now *really* understand." She told them before turning to their new friends. "I'm so happy for you all. The Universe had bestowed a truly beautiful gift upon you." Addy guided the resulting group hug to a different level. Sylvie would have been fascinated to watch the four individual auras join with Mia's and Tia's to flow together and meld in a new living pattern. When they separated, an unknowable length of time later, they were all crying tears of Pure Joy and Love. Carole and Anne-Marie, the sensitive parts of the two entities, took Addison's hands and brought them to their hearts. '*Thank you for this gift, dear Addison.*' "You were the one I heard before?" Addy asked Carole. '*I was. Now, why don't you try communicating with me this way?*' '*But I can't. I...*' '*Yes, you are. We refrained in deference to the four of you, but it's so much more intimate.*' '*It's almost as when I'm with Mia and Tia. The layers of meaning and emotion are so rich. Can you teach it to Joce and our sisters, please?*' '*There's no need, my love. When you brought us all together, you* really *brought us* together*.*' '*Wow, you really don't do things by half, do you?*' '*I'm not even sure what I did.*' '*You showed us in no uncertain terms that you were the one manipulating your auras. You will have a lot to talk about with Sylvie. She's the center of our family and our resident expert in auras. Wait until she tells you who taught her.*' '*I didn't really believe you when you talked about that. I've read about it in books, but it was always fiction. Now you say my twin can manipulate them.*' '*Indeed, dear. We thought Jocelyne was the sensitive one. It turns out Addison is even more so, but in a different way. I wish I could have been there when they met.*' There followed a lot of good-natured teasing as they couldn't hide their blushes at the memories. Later, that 'evening', after a raucous barbecue, Ann brought up the subject they had all been avoiding. "At some point, we will have to go back to the physical world, you know." She told them. "We control the dilatation factor to a large extent." She continued after her words sank in. "But Addison played havoc with that control with her frequent visits with Tia and Mia. Plus we don't know how our earlier aural experience affected it. It's not healthy for our bodies to be gone too long. Trust us, girls. We had to deal with those drawbacks before and it wasn't funny." "Tia and Mia said we could come back when we wanted, so I don't mind." Addy told her and the others agreed. "In that case, let's all lie down and go home." Carlotta was so excited, she couldn't stop talking. "Mammy Carolyne explained it all to us. She had us bring in a mattress so you would be more comfortable than just lying on the carpet. Then, she had us bring you to the bathroom and sit on the toilet. We gave you fruit juice too. She said it was just like taking care of a baby and was good practice for us though I don't know how she knew we wanted to start a family. Barbie helped us all along. She's really strong, you know." Nancy was grinning as she held her waist, her pride clear for all to see. Barbara stood behind them waiting for an opportunity to satisfy her burning curiosity. She had known for a long time that these two families were special, but she had never faced the reality of it. As for Sylvie and Patricia, they were sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling. Sylvie had tried to translate them to the cabin, but had been gently rebuffed by Mia who explained that their new friends needed time to acclimate and grow on their own. She had kept an 'eye' on them and witnessed a pale shadow of Addison's mastery of auras, but it had been enough to tell her that they had found new members to their select community. Epilogue Jean gave the thick file to Barbara as they sat with Ann in comfortable chairs on a balcony on the opposite side of the mansion from where the others were lounging. "So you see, these four have to stay together." She told her. "We came up with a plan to have them work together. That's why we researched this start-up in need of capital and a management team to take it to the next level. It's small enough that they would grow into it and with the potential to be extremely profitable as an incentive for Lee Ann to invest in it." "I get it, but they don't have what it takes to run a company." Barbie countered. Ann laughed. "What your interviews didn't reveal to you is that Abigail refused numerous promotions. She should be Vice-President of Development at Flying J, one of the three major truck stops companies in America. It's in her file. Stéphanie has a Masters in Sociology and her thesis was trucking. You should read it. It offers insights on the driver side of the industry nobody has come close to even though it was written nearly ten years ago. I know. I checked. I have no doubt that these two will own their own fleet of trucks in the not too distant future if they are given any incentive at all. A little financial backing would help also. We planned to put them in change of shipping and receiving to begin with." "What about Addison? Surely owning a small health food store isn't the same as operating in a competitive business environment." "You'd think so. We won't give you her financials without her permission, but they started by renting a 500 square foot store only a few years ago. Now they own a 10,000 square foot store and a small warehouse out right. They supply more than a dozen health stores across the South and are poised for expansion in the Memphis and New Orleans markets with plans to open in Atlanta in a few years. She negotiated exclusive distribution rights in the US for whole lines of popular products and, only the other day, she was making plans for a whole new line of products I have no doubt will be very profitable since Jean will be helping her with the necessary contacts." "So, you want us to invest in this venture in Nashville?" "As I told you, our plan was to take her away from it and put her in charge of operations and development in the other company. Jocelyne was slotted to be both CEO and CFO until it got too big and they needed a separate CFO." "I get it for Addison, but Jocelyne is much too meek to be put at the head of a company. CFO I can understand, but surely not CEO." Both women laughed heartily. "I think you'll be surprised at the changes in Joce. She's not the shy retiring woman you knew anymore." Jean told her. "All right then, so you want Hutchison Acquisitions to buy out this start-up. If your numbers are solid, and I don't doubt that they are, Lee Ann will go for it. She's always looking for renewable energy and green companies. It's been her thing for a long time." "That was the original plan. Now, it's our gift to Lee Ann." Jean went on. "We want Addison to be closer to us and so does she. She doesn't need to live in Nashville to run that end of the business and we showed her numbers that convinced her to try her hand in the Canadian market. We will back her to start the venture, but if you want shares in the company, you're welcome aboard. By the way. Jeffrey will have to start doing his own work. Jocelyne will give notice Monday morning." Barbara frowned. "Lee Ann won't be happy with you poaching one of our top employees." "Give her the file you're clutching and let me know what she thinks once she read it." "Be that as it may..." "Barbie, Barbie." Ann grinned as she patted her hand patronizingly. "Have I ever steered you wrong?" "Oh, let me count the ways." Barbara rolled her eyes though she had to admit they owed Ann in ways they could never repay. "So, you need venture capital for a health store and a trucking company?" "We don't, really. We only offer you an opportunity to join us on the ground floor of what will be a very profitable investment for us all. The four of them will own 51% of the shares and we're willing to sell 24 percent if you match our investment." "25 percent." Barbara countered automatically. "How much are we talking about, by the way?" "24.5 percent. We're thinking small for the beginning, so a capitalization of four millions should suffice." "FOUR MILLIONS! Four millions for a health store and a couple of trucks. You must be joking." "A health products import-export company and an international shipping company. And it's a gift because we like you girls. If you're not interested, we will keep the 49% of shares and reap the profits ourselves." "Ann's right, Barbie." Jean said lightly. "We certainly don't want to pressure you into something you're not interested in. I'll give you the initial and short-term projected numbers Monday. You take your time to decide. We probably won't need your answer before the fifteenth." "Didn't you tell me repeatedly that you didn't want to go into business? That it was too stressful." "I'm not. Not really. What I'll do, though, is keep an eye out for my girls and if someone ever wants to try something sneaky, like a hostile takeover once the company is up and running, they will be sorry." "Is that a threat?" "You should know by now that I don't make threats. I'm simply a really nice girl who is *very* protective of her friends. And these women mean more to me than you can imagine." "Understood. I guess I'll fly home tomorrow so I can spend the week-end with my wives." "You don't have to, but I'm sure Cam will be happy to have you home." "What do you think they'll do?" Ann asked Jean when they were alone. "Oh, Lee Ann would give us the money as a bonus once she reads the file we gave Barbie." Jean laughed. "She just won't come out and say it out of pride, but she won't pass on the opportunity for potential profits. We could have told her we wanted to capitalize at ten millions and she would still have jumped on board." "Now that we told her something of what really happened, even if we erased most of the details, we could hit Lee Ann for a donation for Ryanna's research center." "I think we should wait until she finds out that the reason Cameron took those refresher courses in contract law is because she wants to leave criminal law and join the family real estate management company so she will have more time for her wives." They laughed happily as they went to join their wives and their new friends to celebrate the New Year. *What a fi yu, cyaan be un fi yu* What is meant to be yours will always be yours (Jamaican proverb) Part 2 Prologue When they arrived in College, Danielle and Leila discovered that they were good at volleyball. Very good, in fact. The Cégep du Vieux-Montréal's Women's Volleyball team, the Spartiates, won the Provincial Championship both years then attended. Their achievements earned the two young women a full sports scholarship to the École des Hautes Études Commerciales, the HEC. As good as they were in the gym, they also excelled in class, Danielle in Business Administration and Leila in Accounting. They planned to go on to second cycle studies. The first to earn a MBA and the second to become a Chartered Accountant so they could hire as a team in a mid-level business, at least. Unfortunately, in their second year at University, Leila tore ligaments in a shoulder during a tournament and had to retire from the sport. She kept attending the practices and games to support her girlfriend, but it broke her heart to be sidelined and Danielle announced her retirement at the end of the season, to everyone's surprise. Her heart wasn't in it anymore and she preferred to join her partner at physiotherapy. That summer, they worked at the St-Jovite Institute so Leila could continue therapy, both for her shoulder and her morale, which had taken a hit after the accident. In the fall, Leila returned to university with much reduced enthusiasm. She knew she had to finish her B.Sc. if only to get a better-paying job later, but that would be it. During her stint at the Institute, she had discovered that she preferred working with people rather than with accounting books, so she took management courses, opting for a general diploma. At the end of the year, they both had decisions to make. In April, they met with Karlie Williams, the CEO of the family Real Estate Management Company to discuss their options. Karlie was apprised of their situation the summer before when they didn't come back for their summer jobs. She kept an eye on them while they were at the Institute, both from her friends, Drs. Lucia Morgan and Claude Xavier, respectively Director and Assistant-Director of the Clinic, and from her wife, Dr. Julia Monroe, Therapist and Psychologist. She also consulted with their mothers to stay informed as to Leila's progress during the school year. So, when HR told her they wanted to come back to the company for the summer, she asked that they be sent to her office instead. Knowing the two young women would be quite intimidated to be meeting with the boss lady instead of the man in Human Resources, Karlie put them at ease immediately with a little help from her wife. When Danielle and Leila were told to go in by Ms. Williams' assistant, they thanked her and returned her grin without knowing what it was for. They found out when Danielle pushed the door open. Julia, Leila's therapist, was on Ms. Williams' lap. They were kissing and fondling each other enthusiastically. "Oops!" Julia said when she turned at their gasp. "I told you we didn't have time for a quickie before your appointment." "Didn't you lock the door when you came in?" Karlie scolded her. "Hey, it's your office." Julia laughed as she got up and went to shake hands with the stunned women. "Come in, girls. I was in the area and stopped for lunch. As you can see, I was enjoying dessert. I apologize for my sweet tooth." "That's okay, Julia." Danielle grinned. "We had a snack ourselves before we left the apartment." "That's my girls! If I remember correctly, the door to the broom closet on the third floor of the Clinic kept locking from the inside last summer. Somehow the problem corrected itself at the beginning of the school year." "We often wondered about that ourselves." Danielle told her seriously. "Should we come back later? We don't really know why we're here anyway." "No, that's all right." Julia reassured them. "That sweetie glaring at me over there -- not too convincingly, I might add -- wants to make you an offer you can't refuse." She wiggled her eyebrows comically. "I decided to seduce her so I could be here to see if I can't convince you to return to the Institute. We really appreciated your work and were hoping to have you back this year." Danielle and Leila looked at each other. They had loved their summer at the Institute, but their situation had changed. "We 'enjoyed' ourselves there too, but we were hoping to talk long-term employment rather than summer jobs." Danielle told her. "Ah well, I tried." Julia went back to Karlie and bussed her thoroughly. "They're all yours, sweetheart." Once she had left, whistling the theme song from The Godfather, Karlie joined them on the comfortable chairs set around a low table. "Don't listen to the drama queen, ladies, I don't have any nefarious plan. Please tell me what you have in mind." As they had discussed, Danielle took the lead. "Due to a change in circumstances, we won't be continuing university full-time in the fall." Danielle told her. "So we are looking for regular work beyond the summer." "Are you looking for something in particular?" Karlie asked them. "Our only requirement is that we work at the same company. That's why we came to see you." Danielle said. "We know that the clan helps people get a start after school. I have a degree in Business Administration and Leila has one in Accounting with a minor in Management. We're sure we can be an asset to a company." "We realize that we limit our options by asking to be together." Leila went on. "But we're don't mind taking low-level jobs. We don't have expensive needs so we're willing to work at minimum wage." Karlie watched them look at her hopefully, holding hands. She was prepared for their request. As a lawyer, she knew never to take a meeting without being fully informed if she could avoid it. She smiled at the anxious young women. "As it happens, we're currently expanding in the commercial side of real estate management, so this is the right time for you. We are in the process of buying a first shopping center and it won't be the last. Your talents fit exactly with our needs. Of course, your jobs will be entry level, but if you work hard and apply yourselves, I'm sure you will have a bright future with us." "That would be great, Ms. Williams." Danielle said. "Thank you very much." Karlie reached to her desk and pulled a file. "Read this carefully. I suggest you familiarize yourself with the place before you start working. You can present yourselves to the current manager, Mr. Falardeau, when you go. He will be waiting for you. Good luck ladies." Karlie looked out of her office window, smiling as she watched the young women walk away with a bounce in their step. This was one of the best aspects of her job. Chapter 1 Leila grinned as she ate her toast and watched her partner iron her clothes. Clad only in matching purple lacy bra and thong, she knew the effect she had on her as she exaggerated her movements so her boobs jiggled enticingly and her ass swung from side to side. "You're killing me, you know." Leila groaned. "Why didn't you do this yesterday evening?" "You know very well why." Danielle smiled at her. "I almost set my blouse on fire when you grabbed me from behind and had your way with me." "Is that how you remember it? I seem to recall you being naked and wiggling your ass my way, looking over your shoulder with that come hither look you know I can't resist." "Why do you think I'm wearing underwear this morning? We're already tight on time for our new job. I don't need you to get any ideas that would make us late." "You're kidding, right? Unless you forgot that I bought this set for you when you were down and I wanted to cheer you up by making you feel sexy." "Oh! That's right. Maybe I should take it off so I won't tempt you." Leila growled and leapt from her chair when Danielle put her finger on the front clasp and the cups fell apart, revealing her firm breasts. She didn't have to work too hard to catch the temptress considering the size of their kitchen. Danielle barely had time to set the iron on the counter before she was caught in Leila's strong arms and deposited on the table, legs wrapped around her waist to hold her in place. They kissed passionately, their wandering hands igniting the lust that was always smoldering when they were near each other. Though she longed to feast on Dani's pussy, she knew they couldn't be late, so she concentrated on her sensitive large nipples. It had the predictable effect. In minutes, as she bent on her breasts to replace her hands with her mouth, Danielle was grinding furiously on her cloth covered pussy, smearing her pants with her cream. When Leila slipped two fingers inside her, Dani went wild, sending the rest of their breakfast flying as she humped wildly against her. Feeling her lover at the edge, Leila covered her mouth in a deep kiss to muffle her cries of abandon as she climaxed. Leila held her lovingly as she panted her way back to a normal heartbeat. "I guess we'll be late after all." Dani grinned against her shoulder. "Not if you hurry to take a quick shower. I'll finish the ironing, then change pants. You have ten minutes if you want a ride to work." "You're plain mean." Danielle groaned as she made her way to the bathroom on wobbly legs. Danielle Hansen and Leila Léveillé were more than a couple, they were a team and had been long before they realized what it meant. After the death of her parents and adoption by her mother's best friend, Danielle met Leila when they moved to St-Jovite where her adoptive mother took a job as a detective in the local Police Department. The young girls became fast friends instantly and were inseparable thereafter. As all children do, they became curious about the stories they heard older kids tell. Being so close, they experimented together and discovered that they had no interest in boys. Their deep friendship eventually evolved into love and a deep commitment to each other. They went to the same College, then University, played the same sports, participated in the same social activities. At 5'10", 120 pounds, both sporting roughly C-cups, they shared a body type. Danielle's bronze skin, dark brown eyes, full lips and black hair thanks to her Mexican Indian ancestry and Leila's straight light blonde hair, cobalt blue eyes and fair creamy skin made for an interesting contrast that turned heads. It was inevitable that they work for the same company, summer after summer. Thanks to the clan Leila belong to outright and Danielle had been adopted into, they were given the opportunity to stay together when they entered the job market full-time. In the next four years, they learned the ins and outs of managing various sizes of shopping malls. They enjoyed dealing with people and all aspects of the management of such an enterprise, complimenting each other professionally as well as personally. Six months earlier, they had been put in charge of the transition when the family Real Estate Management Company acquired another mid-sized mall, then were left there to streamline the operations. The week before, they finished implementing an innovative work schedule and were only beginning to see promising results in efficiency when Ms. Williams, the CEO of the Company, paid them a visit during lunch. The three women sat in a corner of the food court where there were few people, Dani and Leila made small talk as they watched Karlie pick apart her Greek salad. "Are you on a diet, Ms. Williams?" Danielle teased. Karlie looked up and smiled sheepishly. "Not at all. My wives wouldn't let me live it down if they saw me at a loss for words like this." "Come out and say whatever it is." Leila encouraged her. "We're big girls, we can take it. Is there something wrong with our work performance?" "Not at all. Quite the opposite." Karlie reassured them. "That's the reason I hesitate to bring this up. Your style of teamwork is exemplary and we've begun to implement it in our management teams with great success. You're so good at what you do, in fact, that you've been drafted by the big leagues." She smiled as she watched her words sink in. "What do you mean, Ms. Williams?" Danielle asked. "We didn't know there were scouts for shopping mall managers." "They're called head hunters, but I've been snookered by even more dangerous sharks: my wives. You see, friends of ours started a business some months ago. They expanded an existing business, really. The original company started in the Deep South, in Tennessee, and was growing at a steady rhythm. Then my wives stuck their noses in it and convinced the owner to look up North. After studying the Canadian market, they decided to branch out over the border." "That's nice, but what does it have to do with us?" Leila asked. "We're shopping mall managers." "Without knowing it, we've been grooming you for much more. The last proof is your improvements in this place." Karlie told them. "Following your latest report, we've decided to implement them where they're applicable. Nobody can teach creativity like that. You have a real talent for management." "But we like working for you." Leila said. "What if we don't want to be drafted?" "It's your decision, of course, but I had to tell you. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of your career. So, I'll let them give you their sales pitch and you'll have some time to think about their offer. They promised to respect your choice. You can trust them, they're great ladies." On these words, Karlie turned and waved two women over. After hugging and kissing them, she made the presentations. "These are Jocelyne Lafontaine and Addison Jackson. Ladies, these are Danielle Hansen and Leila Léveillé. I will leave you to your discussion." The four watched Karlie weave her way through the tables. Danielle and Leila were surprized to see Dr. Julia get up and wrap her arm around Ms. Williams' waist as they walked out together. They looked at each other for a moment, then got up as one. "Ladies, we're sorry you wasted your time coming here but we're not interested in whatever you have to offer." Danielle told the women politely but firmly. "If you will excuse us, we have work to do." On these words, they shook hands with them, cleaned up the table and left. Joce and Addy sat back and grinned. "If I didn't know better, I'd think they 'talk' like the girls." Addison said. "Julia was right about them." Jocelyne told her. "This was the wrong way to approach them." "We had to give it a shot, though. Before we try again, I'll ask Sylvie to have a look at them. I felt something that I'd like to confirm." "I trust you, love. There's a definite link between them, but it's could be only due to long familiarity." "I suppose. We'll see. Now, what's good to eat in the food courts up here?" A few months later, Danielle and Leila were invited to the company St-Jean-Baptiste picnic held at the Community Center of the residential compound of the Institute. All the employees were invited with their families. Activities for adults and children were organized and everyone had lots of fun. When Danielle and Leila arrived after visiting with their mothers, the party was well under way. They mingled, renewing friendships and acquaintances with people they had worked with, but lost track of as they moved from one post to the next. That was the point of the gathering. The eight owners of the company were present too and made a point of chatting with everyone. Every year, Danielle and Leila were amazed at their familiarity with the people and their families. This was truly a family business in every sense of the word. At one point, Karlie, as she insisted on being called for that day, came over with her wife Jade and their daughters, Jaylie and Kaydie. They were adorable and had a definite talent for socialization despite their young age. When they moved on, Karlie asked the women to walk with her. This was no surprise. The gathering was the occasion for promotions to be announced and for the shuffling of jobs to be discussed and, often, implemented. "Ladies, I have a proposition for you." Karlie told them once they were alone. "Five years ago, we branched out into commercial real estate and we were successful beyond our projections and expectations. Annabelle, the one who suggested this, has now proposed that we go one step further. At the moment, we have to fill our buildings with a number of clients: the retail companies. What if we had a single client at the time?" "Do you mean like an industrial building or a warehouse?" Leila asked. "Exactly. Obviously, we wouldn't need a whole team to manage such propriety, but she put it out there that we also offer management services for whatever company wants to rent our warehouse if they don't have a team of their own, such as an expanding company. It wouldn't matter what their product is since we would only be managing operations, not sales or buying." "I think it's a great idea." Danielle said. "All we would need are some people with experience in such environments. The company could supply them with management staff." "That was precisely Annabelle's point, but I want to go one step further. I want our own people at every level of the operation." "Do you have people sufficiently knowledgeable in warehouse operations?" Leila asked. "Not at the moment, but if you two are interested, we would like to send you on a one month formation in real life warehouse operations. From what I'm told, there are many ways to do it, depending on the types of products such as foodstuff, dry goods or refrigerated, electronics, industrial or office equipment, and other specialties. We already approached a client and, for the most part, they carry dry goods of all kinds. It's a company that imports and sells health foods and spices, also many lines of natural products." Danielle and Leila looked at each other and smiled. "It would certainly be a challenge." Danielle told Karlie. "When would we start?" "Monday the sixth, I'd like you to come to my office at 9:00am. You'll meet the people who are in charge of shipping for the client. Presently, they're in the States, at another of their warehouses. If you're still interested, you will have a week to train your replacements, then your formation will begin. You do have valid passports? Good. You will be traveling in Canada and the US. Now, let's go back to the party before they send search teams." Karlie met with Sylvie and the rest of their family after they had collected their plates of food. "Addison was right." Sylvie said. "There is some kind of link between them. It's not as clear as with the four of them on the aural level, but their auras do interact in some way. Of course, I can't tell how they communicate. That would be in Tia or Mia's area of expertise." "Julia said she'd find a way to observe them at some point. I'm really curious. It was eerie the way they came to a mutual decision on a complex situation without a word spoken out loud." Danielle and Leila stiffened when they entered Karlie's office. They greeted her with their usual friendliness, but refused to look at the two women sitting on the couch. Before Karlie could explain the situation, the butch-looking one spoke angrily. "Yes, ladies, you met our sisters and were very curt, dismissing them without even hearing them out. I, for one, strongly suggested we look elsewhere if that's the way you people do business. Obviously, I was outvoted, but I can see that I was right. So, Karlie, if you'll excuse us, we'll be on our merry way." She nodded to the other woman and they walked toward the door. Leila took Danielle's hand and they looked at Karlie who tried her best to look neutral since she had promised she would respect their decision. "Ladies." Danielle said quickly. "We apologize for our reaction toward your sisters and now. We were impolite with them, but we were caught by surprise and reacted poorly. We're afraid your presence this morning felt like an ambush to us. We should have had more trust in Ms. Williams." "When your sisters approached us unexpectedly, we had just decided that we wanted to continue to work for Ms. Williams." Leila explained. "We should have been more explicit about our reasons when we said we were not interested by their proposition. For that, we are sincerely sorry. This morning, we should have trusted her and remembered the business plan as she explained it to us last week instead of reacting defensively. If you want another team to work with you, we understand, but it would be terribly unfair to this good woman for you to judge the company as a whole based on our instinctive reaction." They turned when they heard a commotion behind them. Karlie had jumped out of her chair and was rushing their way, tears streaming down her cheeks and a wide smile illuminating her features. She threw her arms around their necks and whispered "Thank you" as she kissed their cheeks before turning to the speechless women, her arms around the younger women's shoulders. "I stand by my people." She told them firmly. "They apologized for reacting poorly when caught flat-footed and that's good enough for me. If you can't accept this, well, that's too bad. Loyalty is a two-way street around here." "So that's the reason why you submitted the revised business plan?" The strawberry blonde femme asked gently. "I thought Julia explained that this company is a *family* business? She didn't mean it's a family *owned* business." "So we are also guilty of misunderstanding and over-reacting." The taller said as she came forward and extended her hand. "My name is Stéphanie and this lovely lady is my partner, Abigail. We hope you will accept our apologies too and that we can start again on the right foot once we all take it out of our mouths." Her laugh was infectious and soon, the five of them were sitting down and getting to the point of the meeting. A week later, Danielle was sitting in the passenger seat of an eighteen wheeler, going down the 401 in the direction of Toronto. "One thing many warehouse managers forget is that their operation will run much better if they put a little effort in how they deal with the truckers who are in and out with their products." Stéphanie had explained to them. "I don't mean to cuddle them and accede to their every whim. That's impossible and impracticable. We're a bunch of whiners and complainers. Over the next ten days or so, we're going to show you good and bad companies. I won't say a word at first, and neither will Abi to your partner. We want you to form your own opinions. When we all meet in Nashville, we'll compare notes." Danielle and Stéphanie were in the women's truck while Leila and Abigail rode in a rented truck and trailer and were making a different run. At first, Danielle hadn't been happy with the arrangement. She didn't like being away from Leila even if only for three days. She grumbled but agreed to do it only after Leila reminded her repeatedly that they would only be a text or phone call away at all times. Once they were on the road, she got caught up in the new experience. It was one thing to watch these behemoths barrel down the road and quite another to sit in one. A lot of her prejudices toward truck drivers fell to the side of the road as she listened to Stéphanie and saw the dangerous manoeuvers of the cars around them. At the first delivery stop in Mississauga, she was amazed when Stéphanie managed to back their 53' trailer at their appointed dock despite the exiguity of the yard. The second drop was in a large modern yard, but where the people at the smaller one had been friendly and worked with Stéphanie to get her out quickly and efficiently, these employees couldn't care less if she was on a tight schedule for her next delivery and made her wait until they were good and ready to unload her. When they arrived at the pick-up for the load they would bring to the States, Stéphanie was in friendly country. She was greeted by name and exchanged jokes with the dock people who asked her if she was in a hurry or if she minded waiting so they could put more people on another truck which was behind and its driver almost out of time on his log book. All in all, that first day was an eye opener for Danielle. \>*Hi, honey! How was your day with your student?*\< \>*Hey, babe! It went fine. She's very observant. What about yours?*\< \>*At first, she was pining for her partner, but she got in the spirit of things.*\< \>*What do you say we meet in Sparta tomorrow? I love the barbecue at the little shop beside the Love's.*\< \>*With the multi-drop we did in Mississauga, they'll have a lot to talk about.*\< \>*That too.*\< \>*I know, love. I miss you and Danielle misses Leila too*.\< \>*I still say you cheated so you'd be in the single bed truck.*\< \>*How can you say that? You know you're the only woman for me.*\< \>*You're so easy. Sleep well.*\< \>*Good night, Betty.*\< \>*Good night, Veronica.*\< \>*Good morning, Lei. Sleep well?*\< \>*Morning, Dani. At first, I couldn't sleep because of the noise outside, then I missed you so much.*\< \>*I know. Same for me. Stéphanie is really nice. She understood and she took me in her arms to cuddle. I felt so much better that I fell asleep soon after.*\< \>*Abigail too. I tried to be quiet, but she heard me cry. I nearly broke my ankle jumping down when she asked if I wanted to join her. She must think I'm a such baby because I cried twice as hard when she held me.*\< \>*Somehow, I don't think so. They are really nice women. I look forward to working with them.*\< \>*Abigail said we'll meet with you in Kentucky for the night. I can't wait. I miss you so much.*\< \>*I miss you too, my love.*\< At first, Danielle and Leila joined in the small talk as they dug in their plates of brisket, but soon, they were lost in each other's gaze. Steph and Abi watched them discreetly, their own curiosity aroused. It couldn't be puppy love or the affect of being newly in love. From what they had heard, these two were a couple of long standing. Addison must be right and they were communicating on some level. Case in point, when they rejoined the conversation, each pointed to situations the other had witnessed. They asked questions to the experienced truckers and their opinions on suggestions they offered. Soon, they had a bunch of napkins with notes and ideas. "You two must be tired." Steph told them. "I know I am and we're leaving early again tomorrow morning." Abi poked her in the ribs and laughed. "That's not her only reason. She's been playing footsies with me since we sat down. Let's hit the showers and get to some serious loving." The young women couldn't get the table cleaned fast enough and were waiting for them at the trucks when the drivers arrived. Once they were alone in the rental and the drapes were pulled, Leila did a slow strip-tease in front of Danielle who sat on the bunk bed, naked and in a high state of arousal after being lovingly undressed and brought to the edge of orgasm. She loved it when her lover took control of her like this, torturing her with pleasure. "Look at me, my love. No, leave your hands on the bed." Leila told her firmly. "I missed you so much and I couldn't even masturbate thinking of your beautiful body. I had a wet dream last night. I'm sure Abigail did too because the cab reeked of sex this morning, more than if it was only me." Leila fondled her own breasts, pinching her small pink nipples, pulling them toward Danielle's hungry mouth. "Did you think of me as Stéphanie held you in her arms? Could you feel the heat of her body as if it was mine?" She slowly pulled down her cut-offs, leaving the red silk thong in place. "During the night, I woke up with my hand on Abigail's boob. It took all my will power to keep from groping it. Later, she was spooning me from behind and I swear she was humping my ass." Leila was doing exactly that against the hand she had slipped inside the thin piece of fabric. There was no doubt as to where her fingers were and the effect they were having on her. Danielle could clearly see the flush reaching down to her chest. "I can't bear it" TAKE ME, BABY! TAKE ME!" Danielle grinned as she rushed to take Leila in her arms. As much as she loved this game of teasing with fantasy sex, she could never take it to its ultimate end. The images she conjured for Danielle were simply too much for her and she was always the first to succumb to their power. Putting her hand over Leila's, Danielle kept her fingers inside her as she kissed her passionately, pressing their breasts together with her other arm behind her back. When she felt her teetering on the edge, she brought her mouth to Leila's ear and whispered. "That's it, my love. Abigail is fucking you. She wants you to come for her. COME, BABY!" "ABIGAIL! YES!" Leila screamed as the fantasy induced orgasm hit her. Realizing that their mentors' truck was parked right beside theirs, Danielle covered her partner's mouth with hers, hoping they were too busy to have heard. Both women were so turned on at being reunited that they gave themselves over to the first orgasm which had been so close from the moment they hugged and kissed that they had to keep their hands to themselves during supper and in the shower. They knew from experience that once that first surge was over, they could enjoy a leisurely session of passion. "Damn! It's a good thing all our clothes are in this truck." Abigail smiled as she pulled Steph's jeans and boy shorts down. Pushing her face against her pussy, she took a deep breath and licked her slit from one end to the other. "I missed this, love." She said, smacking her lips in satisfaction. "Dig in to your heart delight, honey. I'm not going anywhere and we only have a short hop tomorrow." "I know and I plan to take advantage of you all night long." Abigail pushed her partner on the bunk so her ass was right at the edge and resumed her feast. When she had Steph moaning and begin to trash around, she stopped. "How was your night with your young charge?" She asked as she replaced her mouth with her agile fingers. "I took pity on Leila who was crying in her bunk and had her come down. She kept crying for a while, but they were tears of relief, I think." She bent to lick Steph's clit. "Danielle didn't cry, but I could tell she was sad." Steph said between moans. "I don't think those two have been separated very often. Yes, babe. Right there. Oooooh! Just being held seemed to calm her and she fell asleep quickly." "And you both slept through the night?" Abi grinned at Steph from between her thighs. "I really doubt that. At one point. Leila was fondling my tit in her sleep. That girl has really talented fingers. I could tell when she woke up and realized what she was doing because she stopped abruptly. I don't know how I managed, but I stifled a groan and didn't put my hand on hers to encourage her to continue." "What abnegation! I wouldn't have believed it of you if anyone else had told me. You're right, something did happen. I woke up and Danielle was fingering me slowly, you know, just the way I like it. She had me all wet and hoping she would get me off, then I felt her stiffen and she stopped. She must have noticed my fast breathing, but didn't say a word. And guess what, she licked her fingers clean." "The minx. And she didn't even have the courtesy to say 'thank you'. We'll have to see about that." "I agree, but in the meantime, reach under the bed and get the strap-on so I can pound you like you deserve." "I thought you'd never ask." They were on the verge of a mutual orgasm when they distinctly heard Leila call out Abigail's name, clearly in the throes of a powerful climax herself. It was the extra little stimulus that pushed them over. In the morning, nobody said anything about their activities of the previous night, but all four had dark circles under their eyes and kept yawning. After a few hours on the road, Abi called Steph and told her she just had to stop for a power nap. After an early light lunch, Steph asked Dani and Leila if they wanted to sleep together in the rental truck. The two looked at each other and smiled. After a kiss, their answer was to climb back in their respective mentor's truck where they stripped to their underwear and slipped under the sheets to wait for them. Once their loads were delivered in Memphis, they drove back to Fairview and parked the trucks in a company yard where they would be safe, then took a cab to Addison's house. "This will be your room for the time we'll be here." Abigail told their charges. "There are some staples in the fridge and cupboards. I asked my mother to shop for us so there probably is some pre-cooked food too. There is no alcohol in the house, but you have a choice of juice, soft drinks and bottled water. There is a pool out back. It's quite private, so there's no need to worry if you want to skinny dip. In fact we never wear a bathing suit ourselves." "What Abi is circling around, is that we're nudists and exhibitionists." Stéphanie grinned. "This means clothing is optional for us and that you may catch us in intimate acts now and again. If it offends you, we will obviously refrain. We certainly don't want to impose ourselves on you." The two young women smiled at each other, then at their companions as they took off their clothes and folded them on a chair. When they were done, they embraced and kissed deeply, letting their hands roam. Once the message was clear, Danielle went to Stéphanie and Leila to Abigail. "May I?" They asked in unison after each took the hand of the woman facing her. When they received nods of acquiescence, they slowly, deliberately undressed the women. Once they were naked, as if they had rehearsed it, they leaned in and kissed them lightly before tweaking a nipple and racing to the pool, hand in hand, giggling like kids who had just pulled a prank on adults. Steph and Abi looked at each other and started laughing uproariously before following the young women, hand in hand too. They spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the pool and working of their tans, each basking in her partner's love. As Abi had expected, her mother had supplied them with various dishes which they heated and ate with an excellent bottle of non-alcoholic wine they found in the fridge. Later, they lounged in the back yard, pleasantly full. "Do you think your mother would give me her recipe for her chili?" Danielle asked. "It's almost as good as my mother's and I'd like to show it to her." "Sorry, but there's no recipe." Abigail told her. "There are the basic ingredients, but the rest is a pinch of this, a dash of that with much tasting as it cooks until it's the way she likes it." Dani sighed. "I was afraid of that. That's exactly the way mom does hers. I've tried to replicate the process repeatedly, but it never comes out right." "I understand." Abi sympathized. "Only one of my sisters-in-law managed to learn her tricks. The both of them share first and second place every year at the fair. There's been a rumor for years that they will be banned from competing, but every time it comes up, there's an uproar of protests from fans and gluttons." They kept talking companionably until Leila fell asleep in Danielle's arms. With a hug and a kiss, each couple went to bed. Abigail woke in Steph's arms. She was about to lean in to kiss her when she realized that something was different. When she opened her eyes, her partner was looking at her, smiling. After kissing, they turned and each took a young woman in her arms. Chapter 2 "Ladies, this is Tom, Addison's original business partner." Abigail told Danielle and Leila. "You will spend today and tomorrow with him to familiarize yourselves with the line of products you will be handling at the Montreal warehouse. He will tell you about the suppliers and the particularities of handling the transportation of the products, some of which come from across the Pacific." "We will pick you up at closing time to take you out for supper." Stéphanie added. "Consider yourselves his interns for the day. Any questions?" "This is the warehouse currently used by the company. You will be spending three days here." Steph told them on their third day in the South. "As you see, it's relatively small with only four docks. While you're working, Abi and I are looking around for a larger facility." "Mario is the manager. He will explain the operations in as much detail as you wish." Abi said. "The guys on the floor will give you a course on the various types of lifts they use here. Listen carefully to the safety rules. Again, you are their interns. You need to come out of here with a fair knowledge of how a warehouse operates. The rest is only a matter of proportions." "I ask you, Addy, do you really want to continue doing business down here?" Steph growled. "I've known macho bigots in my time, but these take the cake. According to Karlie's research, there are three warehouse we should be able to buy at a reasonable price, but each owner effectively told me they didn't want to sell to us." ""I know, dear. That's why I went in business with Tom. I needed a figurehead. Then we found that we each brought different strengths to the partnership. Let me make a couple of phone calls and I'll get back to you. Wait a sec. Joce wants to talk to you. Bye." "Hi, sis. So, the bad men are giving you a hard time?" "No more than I expected, to be frank. It's frustrating, that's all. If I had more time, I'm sure I could bring them around." "Addy is on the other line with Ann. I'm sure they'll come up with a solution. How are the girls doing?" "They're great. They catch on really quick. Tom said they even gave him some pointers for the store and I'm sure Mario is in for a few surprises himself." "What about their special way of communicating with each other?" "It's everything we heard and more. They are really exchanging information and concepts. It's too bad we couldn't get them in touch with Tia or Mia before we left. Oh, and they're very affectionate." "Way to go, sis!" "It's not like that at all... well, not yet anyway. I don't know what it is with them, but I like them a lot." "So you told me after your first meeting. I spoke to Karlie about them and she said she had her eye on them even when they were only summer replacements. She can't explain her reaction when they went toe to toe with you either. All she'll say is that it was natural and spontaneous." "I'm sure it was. We're building a rapport as we work closely together. We'll see where it leads." "Keep me informed. Addy just told me that Anne-Marie had to take the phone from Ann because she was screaming imprecations on the fools you dealt with. I only hope she can sit on her so she doesn't fly down there and start a war." "I'm sure she'll sit on her. Keep me informed too. Abi and I will be standing by the phone waiting to hear from you." "Meaning you'll swim and sun yourselves between bouts of hot sex while we slave away to build the business." "Hey, you are partners with two free spirit truckers. What do you expect?" "Enjoy yourselves." "We will. I promise." Two days later, Stéphanie and Abigail met a man at the Marriott for breakfast after dropping their trainees. An hour later, the three were ushered in the plush executive floor of a downtown high-rise and immediately shown to the President's office. When he saw who accompanied the man, he roared at them to get out or he would call security and have them thrown out. As they had planned, the three sat instead and let him vent his spleen. "Are you quite done, sir?" Vernon Erickson asked as he deposited his business card on the man's desk. "As my assistant explained on the phone yesterday, I want to talk to you about one of your properties which is currently on the market." "If I had known who you represented, I would have told you that there is no way in hell I will sell to a bunch of lezzies." "I could understand your bigoted position if it had any bearing on the matter at hand and if you were in a position to stick by it, which you are not." "If they think they can hire a high power Dallas lawyer to come here and bully me into changing my mind, they have another think coming." "You are quite mistaken in your assumption, sir. I am here to protect *you* from *them*. If one of our firm's respected client had not interceded and allowed me to make a last attempt to reason with you, you would be filing for bankruptcy by the end of the month..." When the man blustered and tried to regain the upper hand in the conversation, he added. "Instead of at the end of the year." That stopped him short. Mr. Erickson took a voluminous file from his briefcase and slapped it in front of the suddenly silent man and they watched the color drain from his face as he skimmed it. "How... How did you get this information? I'll call the police. You hacked my system?" "Be my guest, sir. All this information is available to anyone on the internet. All you need is to know where to look." In fact, his cabinet had been supplied the research information by the woman who had stormed in his office the day before on the personal recommendation of the CEO and majority owner of Hutchison Acquisitions herself. He still had his staff verify it before he accepted the commission. "You have been divesting of various assets for months and hiding others." He put another file in front of the crumbling man who actually groaned when he looked through it. They let him stew for a few minutes before Stéphanie took over the conversation. "We offer you one million dollars for the building and the surrounding land you own, free and clear of all debt and lean." She put a file of her own on top of the others. "This is the sales contract with all the information pertaining to the assets and stipulations I just summarized to you. In exchange for your cooperation in this matter, us lezzies promise not to supply the SEC and the IRS, not to mention the US Attorney with copies of these files. Of course, that part of the deal is not in the contract." "That's extortion, sheer blackmail. You can't do this to me." The man sputtered. "Yes it is and yes we can." Steph told him coldly. "This is payback for being a bigot and a lousy human being. Count yourself lucky we prevailed on our minority partner to keep her temper to the extent that she did or FBI agents would have been all over your office this morning, seizing all your documentation and computers, instead of us offering you money for what is essentially worthless propriety. She tends to be a vindictive bitch. You have until the next Wednesday to get in touch with Mr. Erickson to finalize the transaction. Our CEO will be flying in Thursday for the transfer of funds to your *legitimate* account on Friday, once the contract is signed." As they arrived at the door, Abigail couldn't resist and turned to stick her tongue out at the defeated man. The three laughed all the way to the car waiting for them. When they were alone, Vernon let out a sigh. "Are you sure the counter-measures worked as they're supposed to? It *was* extortion and blackmail, legal as it was." "We got the device directly from Jeanine Laliberté of Hutchison Acquisitions and Annabelle Taylor holds the patent to it." Abigail grinned. "I met Ms. Laliberté and I'm sure it must work if Ms. Taylor created it. She's one scary woman." "Not at all." Stéphanie laughed. "She's the kindest woman you'll ever meet." "I'll take your word for it. Do you need my driver to drop you somewhere?" "At your hotel is fine. We brought our vehicle and we have other things to take care of today. We'll be leaving tomorrow." They talked about various topics as the car made its way through Nashville traffic. After watching them walk away, Vernon shook his head. He could only hope his sales pitch had been good enough and that they would retain his cabinet for their future needs. He had a feeling they would make a lot of noise in the South in coming years. Later that evening, when Stéphanie asked their protégés for an accounting of what they had learned during their internships, they took out files of documents and notebooks to show her. "That just won't do." She tsked as she shook her head. The two women bowed their heads, certain they had disappointer her, until Abigail came back from their room and set a portable computer carrying case in front of each. They squealed when they opened them and found 15" MacBook Pros. Without thinking, they jumped up and threw their arms around Steph and Abi's necks, covering their faces with kisses to their delight until they stopped suddenly and pulled away to look them in the eye. "They're ours, right?" They asked as one, then resumed their demonstrations of glee without waiting for a verbal answer. "Yes, they're yours free and clear." Steph told them once she stopped laughing and the women were immersed in their new toys. "They're your bonuses for doing such a great job this week. Both Tom and Mario gave you great reviews. In fact, we had to threaten them with bodily harm if they didn't let you come back with us." "We really like them." Leila said as they pointed out computer features to each other. "There was a lull this afternoon and we raced around the warehouse with the lifts. They even had Ernesto race against Dani and we bet on the race. Mario and I made $50." Steph had been about to reprimand them for racing in the warehouse, but she was sure Mario wouldn't have let them do anything dangerous... She hoped. "The computers are fully loaded and all the programs you'll need are installed." Abigail told them." Ann placed the order herself with Apple USA and had them delivered express so you could work with them on the road back to Canada. "Hum... Yeah..." Was the only reaction she got. A bit before midnight, Steph and Abi gently closed the computers and guided Dani and Leila with an arm around their shoulders and soft words to their bed where they held them until they fell asleep. After they each picked up a load, and let their charges deal with the shippers and dock workers, they hit the road. Abi and Leila were an hour ahead of the others. Both women told their mentor what they learned as they entered the information in the files and spreadsheets they had created the evening before. Long before they stopped for the night, Steph and Abi were convinced they had the right people for the job and more. They told Addy and Joce so when they called once they were alone in their truck. "If I wasn't worried that they would balk, I'd say offer Karlie whatever she wants for their contract." Steph told their sisters as they all conferred on speakerphone. "I completely agree." Abi chimed in. "They will be ready ahead of time. I would even feel confident in putting them in charge of the warehouse right now." "If they're so brilliant, what were they doing managing a shopping mall?" Addy asked. "Karlie said they were happy." Joce explained. "I get it and I'm not surprized." Abi said. "Now, we introduced a new challenge in their lives and they have the bit between the teeth." "I explained to Mario what we plan to do with the new warehouse and he told me he won't mind working for them when they're ready." Steph told them. "That's how impressed he was with them." "So should we tell Karlie to go ahead and begin hiring personnel for the warehouse in the Lachine Industrial Park right away?" Addy asked. "It's too early." Abi told her. "I want them and us in on the process. That's our department. Continue with your market research and the search for store locations. Our end will be ready according to schedule." "You know we trust you, dear." Joce told her. "We only wanted to help." "We get it and we appreciate it." Steph said warmly. "We'll drop them off in Milton tomorrow and we'll see you the next day. If Mia and Tia are available, we could visit." "I like the sound of that." Addy said. They could hear her smile over the microwaves. Late Sunday afternoon, they regrouped at the truck stop in Milton. They sat at a table in the restaurant to discuss the next step in Danielle and Leila's apprenticeship. "You two can be very proud of yourselves." Abigail told Danielle and Leila. "You have exceeded our most optimistic expectations." Steph and Abi reached to take their protégés' hands. "Whatever happens in the future, we hope to continue to work with you." They all were silent for a long moment, overcome by their emotions. "We had originally planned to spend a week to ten days with you on the road before the five days in Nashville, but we shortened that part since you understood the lesson immediately." Steph continued. "This is the big step. When we're done here, you'll take a taxi to the Best Western Plus. It's not far from here. A car is waiting for you there for your use all week. All your expenses are covered at the hotel and here is a credit card for gas and anything else you may need. We only ask that you keep the receipts and..." "What is it, dear?" Abi interrupted when she saw tears well up in the women's eyes. Instinctively, both moved their chairs so they could put an arm around their shoulders. "You're leaving us... alone." They finally managed to say through quiet sobs. It broke their hearts, but this was a lesson they had to learn sooner rather than later if they were to realize their full potentials. "You will never be completely alone, sweethearts." Steph told them. "We will never be further than a phone call away, but you need to be able to rely on yourselves, to made everyday decisions if you are to make important professional ones. Think of it as the day you moved from home to live in your own apartment." "We do." Dani told her. "This feels exactly the same." "Ooooh!" Abi joined in their tears and Steph smiled tremulously over the lump in her throat. "If you want, we can go with you tonight and show you how to register in a hotel. Then, you will drive us in your rental while we show you where you will be working. The original plan was for you to stay two weeks, but I bet you'll be ready after one. Who wants some of that action?" "We'll be ready. We promise." They answered in one voice. Dani and Leila were impressed when they saw the size of the warehouse where they would be learning. It was an international brand name they knew well. It had a retail store in one of the Company's malls. "You will spent two days on the docks and in the warehouse itself. And no racing this time." Steph told them. "Then you will spend a day with HR and the floor managers to gain a better perspective on the type of employees we will want to hire beyond the impressions you will have garnered yourselves. Finally, you will spend the rest of the week with the management getting a feel for the various departments. This may sound like something you already know from your time in the Nashville warehouse, but pay attention to details. They will be important." When Danielle didn't slow down, Steph told her she would miss the truck stop exit. "You told us we needed to make everyday decisions for ourselves." She told her. "Well, we decided to take you to a nice restaurant." "Then, if you want..." Leila went on as they took their mentors' hands. "We will take you back to our hotel and... make love to you." The young women waited expectantly. They had no point of reference to gauge if they had gone too far. This would be the first time they would make love with other women, but after sleeping in their arms for over a week, they felt so close to them, it was a natural step. "Are you sure you want to do this." Abigail asked softly. Leila moved as close to Abi as her seatbelt would permit and slipped her arms around her waist. Leaning her head on Abi's shoulder, she told her that she had dreamed of making love to her from the moment they met in Karlie's office. "Ditto for me, Stéphanie." Danielle said, kissing her fingers. "Your sexy laugh went straight to my heart... well, there too. When I made love to Lei that night, it was you who made me come." "And you're the one who pounded me with your strap-on until I came so hard." Leila put her hand on Abi's cheek and pulled her into a tender kiss... at first. Dani pulled the fingers she was kissing in her mouth sensuously, one by one. "I can't wait to taste you." "Then forget the restaurant. We'll order room service." Steph said huskily. The moment the car was parked and the engine turned off, the seatbelts flew open and Stéphane leaned over the center console and pulled Danielle to her so they could kiss. She was stunned by the effect Dani had on her as she teased mercilessly during the short drive. Only one other woman ever turned her to that extent with so little effort and she was in the back seat, moaning deliriously as she held Leila's mouth to her bare breasts. Despite her desire to take things slowly to make this a better experience for Dani, she was helpless to stop her when she reached for the button of her jeans and undid it in a practice twist of her fingers so she could pull the zipper down in her hurry to reach her goal. Steph could only reciprocate, but she fumbled just a little too much with the fastening and could only hang on for dear life when Dani reached unerringly in her panties to strum her clit forcefully. Steph reacted automatically when she was ordered to lift her ass and pull her pants down. She moaned deeply when Dani entered her with two fingers and used her other hand to keep the action on her clit undiminished. Steph was beyond thinking. She abandoned herself completely to the pleasure making every fiber of her being twang like a guitar string picked by a master artist. She was held at a fevered pitch of pleasure for an eternity, desperately longing for release, but there was something missing, the one thing she needed to be complete. Instinctively, she reached between the bucket seats and found Abi's hand groping for hers. The instant they touched, the four women screamed as one as they went over the edge and were struck by simultaneous orgasms of cataclysmic proportions. Stéphanie was sobbing as Danielle brought her down gently, fingering her slowly, kissing her neck lightly between tender whispers, caressing her cheek lovingly. Abigail had felt a connection with Leila from the moment she helped her get settled in the truck she expected they would share for over a week. They had fun together as she shared her knowledge of the long road with an emphasis on the relation between truckers and warehouse personnel. In exchange, Leila told her about growing up in the mountains of Quebec with huge amounts of snow and the fun of winter sports, both concepts foreign to her. The first evening, when she heard her cry from missing her partner, she didn't think twice about inviting her to join her. She grinned when Leila literally jumped from her bunk, but her heart went to her when she kept crying though she felt the reason for her tears had changed. Even if she admitted to herself that she found her attractive -- she had woken from an erotic dream, humping her ass, after all -- she felt more of an emotional connection than a physical one with her. It intensified after they joined Steph and her in bed at Addy's house. So, when Danielle and Leila asked if they wanted to make love to them on this, what they feared would possibly be the last night they would ever spend together, she didn't know how to answer at first, but when Leila confessed that she had been attracted to her from the moment they met, it felt as if a lid was pulled off a section of her memory, a strongly emotional area. When she had seen Leila enter the office that day, she had become instantly wet only to feel her heart break at the ensuing argument and their walk to the door. She had felt her heart soar again once things were resolved, but the moment she shook hands with her, it was as if her intense attraction had been instantly subsumed by professional considerations, only to surface as an increasing tenderness as they spent time together. When Leila pulled their mouths together for a tender kiss, the floodgates opened and she was assaulted by the memory of every touch, however inadvertent, they had shared, by the memory of every unconscious manifestation of her incredible desire for this woman, by the realization that, one way or another, she would be in her life for the rest of their days. The taste of Abigail's tears brought Leila up short. She pulled back only enough so their twin sets of cobalt blue eyes could lock, baring their souls to the other. "I want you, sweet Leila." Abi whispered, uncertain of herself as she faced... herself. "I... need you. Will you have me?" "I... I don't... I don't understand." Leila stammered, confused. Her deepest instincts answered for her. She pulled Abigail to her gently and resumed their kiss. As she caressed her face, her hair, she felt herself join with her on a deep level and passion flared between them as it reflected and amplified with each exchange. It was Abigail who ripped her own buttoned-down shirt, sending buttons flying all over the car, then reached behind herself to unsnap her bra, shedding all restrictions to her desire. She was the one who pulled Leila's hands to her bare breasts and guided her fingers to caress her to the best effect, but that wasn't enough. She pushed Leila's mouth to her aching nipples, urging her to be rougher, to bite her breasts harder. Even as it satisfied her immediate needs, her body needed more. The craving built until she couldn't resist anymore. Holding Leila to her breasts, she managed to unfasted her jeans and get one leg free. With a deep groan of satisfaction, she twisted in her seat until her legs encircled Leila's waist. Pulling Leila's face up by cupping it with both hands, she gazed deeply into her... eyes again. "I need you to take me, darling. I give myself to you. Take me. Make me come. Please." The last a pleading whine as Abi was rapidly losing touch with reality in the confusion of sensations and emotions assaulting her from within and from without. Luckily, Leila again reacted instinctively to some unheard message and left a series of bite marks from Abi's neck to her bulging camel toe which she attacked voraciously, falling in love with a pussy all over again, as if her lifelong devotion of Danielle's had been a rehearsal for this moment. Abigail had a profound sense of being exactly where she was meant to be in the universe as she happily rode an increasingly intense wave of pleasure, shouting nearly incoherent words of endearment and encouragement, laughing as she felt something long held back being set free. She had no idea how long the blood roared in her ears, how long each cell of her body felt like it was exploding over and over again, but, all of a sudden, a connection was made, an essential contact established and she lost whatever tenuous contact she still had with the physical universe. The next thing she knew, she was laughing with abandon as Leila gently licked her clean from the powerful ejaculation of cream she could see coating her face and upper chest. Reaching, she pulled her up so she could lick her clean too as best she could. "I'm not exactly sure what happened, but thank you, sweetheart. I can't wait to repay you in kind, but can we please do it in your hotel room?" She giggled. "I remember why I haven't made love in the backseat of a car in so long. It's quite uncomfortable." They both laughed as they held each other, happy to leave understanding for another day. They made the walk of pride in front of the hotel personnel and the few guests in the lobby with heads held high, beaming with happiness, regardless of their disheveled appearance and Abigail's obviously buttonless shirt. As soon as they closed the door behind them, they fell on the couch, helpless with laughter. In the middle of the night, Addison received a laconic text. \>*Can't come back right away. Will make arrangements to return rental. Will be in touch.*\< Chapter 3 Karlie sat at her desk, trying to catch up with the email that kept filling her inbox.no matter how her assistant filtered them, deleted junk mail and redirected those that didn't require her personal attention. One caught her attention. It was from Danielle. She gave one of her usual concise progress report. She had a knack for giving all the information required without getting mired in details. If needed, those were put in attached files. In the last paragraph, she asked if they could meet with her the following Saturday. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but the upbeat, even happy tone of the report was absent from the formal request. She re-read the email, trying to figure out if she should be glad or worried, something new in her professional relationship with the two women. She usually knew exactly where things stood with them. Jocelyne and Addison were in Nashville to finalize the acquisition of the warehouse and this didn't feel serious enough to bother them with it. As far as anyone knew, Stéphanie and Abigail were still with them in Toronto after all. Karlie stood on the front porch of the house with Jaylie by her side, the perfect little lady waiting to greet their guests, and Kaydie at her hip. Soon, she would be too big for this, but Karlie wanted her to stay a baby for as long as she could. Leila was driving the old Honda Civic their mothers had given them as a graduation gift. She could see two silhouettes in the back seat. Once the car was parked, she saw them reach to the back, but they were the only ones to get out of the car. What had been simple curiosity turned to worry when she saw their somber mien. "What's wrong, ladies?" She asked after kissing them welcome. "Who are your friends? Why don't they come out?" Danielle took Leila's hand. "They are the reason we asked to see you." She told Karlie. "They think we should talk to you alone first." "Do you want to move inside to my office or we could just sit here?" "Here is fine." Leila said. "We know what you did with the warehouse contract and we want you to know that we think you are wonderful." "I can hear a 'but' coming." Karlie hesitated between grinning and frowning, but her attention was pulled away as she watched Jaylie standing beside the car, talking to the passengers. Her daughter raised her arms in that irresistible way she had to ask for a hug. After a second, Karlie was surprised to see Stéphanie get out of the car and pick-up Jaylie to raise her high above her head to the little girl's obvious glee. When Steph's partner followed her, Jaylie threw her arms around her neck and gave her a loud raspberry on the cheek, a habit she had picked-up from Carole. The women joined the group on the porch where they kissed Karlie and paid proper homage to the little queen on her lap. To Karlie's surprise, they brought a couple of the Adirondack chairs to sit beside Danielle and Leila who were beaming when they took their hands. "Let me guess." Karlie laughed. "You've reconsidered your position regarding being drafted." The young women blushed. "That's one way to look at it." Steph grinned as she kissed Danielle's hand. "We don't know what we should do." Leila said. "Our..." She looked deep in Abigail's eyes. "Our wives said we should leave it to you to decide. If you want, we will continue to work for you... and be happy for it." She rushed to add. "It wouldn't change much since the four of us will be working together all the time anyway." "I suppose they didn't tell you that you will actually be managing *two* warehouses." Karlie smiled when Danielle and Leila delivered simultaneous slaps to their wives' arms. "So, that's what the shopping was all about in Nashville." Danielle said with a mischievous glint in her eyes promising retribution for the omission. "And you let us believe you were buying gifts for us." "Before we occupy that one, we have to get the Lachine one up and running, then there are many upgrades to make down South to bring it up to code." Steph told her. "As I told you before, I won't stand in the way of your careers." Karlie said. "One of the advantages of our set up is that the new company doesn't have to tie up too much capital in infrastructure, but I don't see a problem with transferring the whole management part to you. I'll draft an amendment to the original contract and you can read it and make any corrections you feel are necessary." Leila reached in her pocket and handed Karlie a USB key. "This is our proposition. We calculated a fair price to rent the space from you, but if you think we're wrong, we'll listen to you. You're the expert in real estate. If you agree, we'd like to include a clause to 'rent-to-buy' so we can buy the facility when we can raise enough capital, though that may take some time." She looked again deep in Abigail's eyes. "We have plans to start a trucking company. We worked on the business plan and it looks promising." "Unless there's something else, allow me to invite you to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts. Ryanna and Julia are off for a bike ride with Ann and Anne-Marie and some friends from the town. They should be back toward the end of the afternoon. Sylvie is in her office so she might as well be on another planet. So it's only Patricia, Jade and I with the munchkins. If you want to take a 'nap' at some point, there are some guest rooms." "We wouldn't want to impose..." Abigail began only to be interrupted by Karlie. "Trust me, it's no imposition. We like to have friends visit. Most of the time, this place is packed with people and kids running around. You're actually lucky to be here on a quiet day. So, stay and enjoy the peace. It won't last, I assure you." Later, Karlie sat with Stéphanie as they watched the other women play a fierce game of tag with the children. She had managed to find bikinis that fit everyone except Stéphanie's powerful torso, so she was wearing a t-shirt which Danielle had enthusiastically cropped just below her breasts and made sleeveless. "Did you talk to Addison and your sister this week?" She asked. "Ann met with them before they left and she said they mentioned you being AWOL." "That's Addy for you." Steph laughed. "While Dani and Lei were at work, we were rounding up clients for the warehouse. We have a lot of work ahead of us. In a way, I'm glad Addy and Joce aren't ready to start operations just yet. That will give us more time to get set up so we're operating at full speed when they are. We have three clients already signed to occupy the space the company won't need for a couple of years. In fact, that's why Leila mentioned a trucking company. We met some people who expressed interest in a logistics business which could also offer warehousing." Karlie was listening carefully, already looking ahead, so she was ready for Stéphanie's next words. "As you know, when we started this venture, Ann and Jean had us separate the retail/wholesale company from the warehousing company. Originally, we meant only to work for them while managing the extra space in the warehouses to maximize their value, but, now that we have some people sending feelers our way, we're thinking we might as well make our own place in that market." "And you would be looking for a partner with the capital to back you up for the infrastructure." Steph nodded to the USB key Karlie was rolling between her fingers. "There's an outline of our business plan on this too. If you could take a look and discuss it with your wives, we'd appreciate it. Don't get me wrong, we're going to do it anyway just because we can and we feel like it. This way would simply be faster for us." "I don't doubt it for a moment." Karlie smiled. "In fact, Ann predicted it from the moment she met you. You should talk to her about it later and visit Jean at her place tomorrow. You won't need a bathing suit, by the way. Her backyard is completely private." "We're still working on our girls." Stéphanie laughed, her eyes on Danielle as she tussled on the ground with Jaylie. "They're not exhibitionists like we are, but they're not adverse to some adventures." Karlie put her hand on her arm. "I'm so happy for the four of you. I wish you all a long and happy life." Jean was greeting the four women at the front door when she smiled happily and stepped to the side, just in time for Kayla to rush to hug Danielle and Leila. "Ooooh! I'm so glad to see you." She squealed between kisses. "When I heard that Steph and Abi were bringing guests, I never imagined... This is great!" Without a thought for the others, she slipped her arms around their waists and guided them to the bedroom so they could undress. "Kayla says you are very lucky. It seems they are great friends from the Prism." Jean told her friends as they watched them walk away, giggling at some comment from Leila. "That's Montreal's hottest alternative lifestyle club. I met Kayla there a couple of years ago." "We know we are lucky." Abigail grinned. "Things could have gone very differently. The first time we met them, Stéphanie threw a tantrum and we almost left." "That's not what happened and you know it." Steph pouted before turning to Jean. "What she doesn't say is that we really dragged our feet hoping for exactly what happened. These wonderful women showed us their mettle and made it impossible for us to leave, then... something happened." "What was it?" Jean asked. "We don't know." Abi sighed. "That's the point, and neither do they." "It doesn't matter really." Steph beamed as they shared a gaze. "Things worked out for the best and now we're together." Jean watched them reach for each other and hold hands. She had seen this before. She wondered what form it had taken for them. The women looked at Jean and Carole when they started laughing for no apparent reason. They figured Kayla must have 'said' something funny. When they asked, their laughter redoubled. When they managed to get it under some control, they explained that Kayla had taken off the bottom of her bathing suit since she knew her friends wouldn't freak out. This was the first time they had seen a penis up close in real life, so Dani and Lei were curious. Of course, Kayla told them to examine it closely and even to touch it. Which they did with the predictable result that she had gotten hard. At first, they were fascinated, but when Kayla wanted to come out, they refused, ashamed of being the cause of her arousal. Nothing she says will make them change their minds. "There's only one solution." Jean said. "We'll all go in and you two reassure your wives while we take care of Kay's situation." "We don't mind, but I don't know if they'll want to watch you make love. They are very reserved with most people." Abigail said. "Kay says that part of the problem is that they're very turned on too." Carole told her. "That's why they're ashamed. So she suggested they take care of things together. That's what set them off crying." Steph and Abi looked at each other and nodded. "So that's what it was." Steph said. "We need to go to them." Without waiting, they got up and walked to the house. "You don't think they 'talk' like us?" Carole asked Jean as they followed. "No true words and concepts, I'm sure, but it's obvious they are communicating in some way. This could be the opportunity for Tia to observe them." "I know, but I don't want to scare them off." "I'm sure Steph and Abi can calm them and we usually manage to disengage relatively quickly when we have to if Mia is not here." "Oh! It's you!" Carole exclaimed when she saw the women in their friends' arms. There were tears in her eyes as she stood before them with open arms. After their wives gave them a last squeeze and an encouraging nod, Danielle and Leila timidly went to Carole. Soon, they were all laughing and crying together. As one, they turned and walked out of the room, Carole between the taller women, a hand on their asses. "That was strange." Steph said as she watched the usually shy women let a stranger grope them. "How long have you been together?" Steph asked. "Depending how you look at it, either one week or two and a half." Abi told her. "That can't be it then..." Jean trailed off. "What?" Abi wanted to know. "Right after the holidays, I was at the office, in a meeting with the CEO and Barbara, when my assistant barged in. You have to understand that nobody does that and I still don't know how she got past Julian, her assistant and guard dog. She said Carole needed me to get Kayla and come back home. I ran out of there without another thought. She already had the executive express lift waiting. Another thing I don't know how she managed." "And I was setting up for a neo-natal class. It was lucky I had someone to take over or I would have cancelled." Kayla went on. "She drove like a maniac. She's lucky to still have a driver's licence. When we arrived here, Carole was pacing on the porch, nearly naked. As soon as we were in the house, she ripped my clothes off and pushed our strap-on in Jean's hands. She almost threw me on the floor right in the living room and got on top of me. In a sixty-nine, her ass in the air, she ordered me to suck her clit and Jean to fuck her as hard as she could." "You have to understand that it's something we do often." Jean explained. "That or she will lower herself on Kay while I take her in the ass. It's the way we feel closest when we make love. But that time, she was in a frenzy, as if she had been at a peak of excitement, just at the edge of orgasms even before she called Nancy. She deep-throated Kay and nearly broke her nose as she humped her mouth and against me. I don't how long or how often she climaxed before she even slowed down." "After I came in her mouth, she fingered me and kept me hard." Kayla remembered dreamily. "I had the best double-orgasm ever... When she came down a little. She pulled us to her studio and had us meld with her so Tia could paint. We don't really know how long she was at it because when we emerged, we were all exhausted and just managed to stumble to bed." "She never showed us the painting, but it's not the first time, so we didn't think it particular." Jean said. "She couldn't tell us what that was all about, though, and that was new. She blacked out at some point. It must have been around 9:00am. She came to in the studio, looking at the painting, knowing it wasn't ready to be shown if that means anything." Stéphanie and Abigail looked at each other and smiled. "You remember we told you something happened the first time we met them?" Steph asked. "Well, that was Monday after Canada Day at 9:00am. I remember thinking they were very prompt and that it was a good sign, then things went sideways for a while before the situation righted itself. Last week, we learned that we all..." She trailed off and reached for Abi's hand, both glassy eyed. Jean and Kayla smiled widely, both having gotten the same message in their own way. They went to their friends and took them in their arms. Kissing them gently, they guided them on how to bridge their inner selves, sharing their wives' pleasure, and the real world where they could have their own. Still holding hands, Steph and Abi returned the kisses, deepening them. This was the first time they were intimate with their friends away from their cabin and it had been the furthest thing from their mind when they came over. The shock at the discovery of the depth of the connection they had with Danielle and Leila was still too new for them to think of others, even in fantasy. They were still adjusting to their intense love. They could feel Carole's nipples in their mouths as they twirled their tongues in their lover's mouths. They moaned deeply when fingers entered them at both sides of their minds. Their knees buckled when their four clits were strummed simultaneously and they were gently guided to lay down by strong arms. Steph and Abi were kissing passionately, kneading each other's breasts, the way they had done in their mother's houses for so many years before they even dared touch each other's pussy. The mouths sucking at their clits and the fingers invading their vaginas so deliciously in a four-time rhythm had them riding a giant wave of pleasure with no end in sight as if they were in the middle of a sea of intense sensations. As they now knew to, they reached for that last element they needed so desperately. When they couldn't make contact as usual, they *reached*. Jean and Kayla knew they had their friends on the edge, but they weren't prepared for the wave of feelings which engulfed them and they were helpless to control their bodies as a massive orgasm surprised them. As they shook and cried out, they felt Carole take them in her psychic arms and hold them through the paroxysm to reassure them that everything was fine and that she loved them. By the time, they came back to their senses, they were in Carole's flesh and bone arms and she was crying her heart out to them, desperate for their reassurance that they were all right. '*We're fine, Baby Girl, but what was* that*?*' '*Yes, dear, we're okay.*' '*Ooooh! I was so worried. Dani and Lei told me not to, but your thoughts were so jumbled for a while and I swear I heard Tia laughing. I didn't know what was happening.*' '*You heard Tia? But we weren't touching.*' '*In a way, I think we were, love.*' '*Do you mean through them? Is that even possible?*' '*The proof is in the pudding, as they say. Remember what happened before when they got turned on. Steph and Abi felt something and they had to go to them. What if they link when they make love?*' '*From a distance?*' '*What other explanation is there?*' Just then, the phone rang. Jean reached for it. It was Anne-Marie and she was screaming at her. "Don't you answer your phone anymore? What happened? Is everything okay? Well, tell me!" "We didn't hear the damn thing. We were a little busy earlier." Jean grinned as she looked at the four women holding each other, cooing soft words of love, gazes locked. "You crazy oversexed wild women! The instruments at the laboratory linked to those in your house slammed in the red. When they called Ryanna they told her the one in your bedroom. Then we couldn't reach you, so we jumped in the car and we're on our way. We had to threaten Ann to tie her up in the trunk so she'd slow down at least to 115. Now I understand how she beat everybody in the office at Grand Theft Auto. If you say you're fine, maybe we'll get there in one piece." "Calm down, honey. Everyone is okay. Well... Yeah, we're fine. We'll explain as well as we can when you get here. Can you stop somewhere on the way? We stocked up for seven, not eleven." "They're are all listening with me. Ryanna's the one telling Ann to step on it now. She says she'll order pizza if she has to. I have to go or she's going to jump out of the car and outrace us there." "Tell them all to take it easy. We'll wait for you by the pool." "If the water doesn't turn to steam." Anne-Marie laughed. Surprisingly to Tia's parts, the four women took the experience in stride. Once they had communed in their unique way after they made love, they opened their arms to their new lovers and made them welcome in their life. Once everyone was settled, Carole brought them to her studio. "Jean already told you I made this painting the day you met and under which circumstances." She told them as she brought it out. "At the time, I didn't understand where the idea came from." Four naked women sat on a bench, holding hands. On the outside, Stéphanie and Abigail faced forward, their faces clearly showing their Joy. Between them, two women were facing the glorious rising sun in the background. Everyone could recognize Danielle and Leila from their skin tones, hair colors and trim bodies, but the determining touches were the colorful birds-of-paradise tattooed on their shoulder blades, heads turned to each other. The four women were teary-eyed as they held hands before the painting. Danielle and Leila went to Carole and took her in their arms. "When she showed this to us earlier, she was radiating such... Love, I guess, but it was so much more, and we were irresistibly drawn to her." Danielle said as both blushed. "We hope you aren't angry with us." Stéphanie and Abigail were beaming when they joined them. "Of course we aren't, love. We could never fault you for trusting your emotions." They held Carole within the blanket of their love for a long moment, then turned back to the painting. "How is this possible?" Abigail asked, awed anew. "We didn't know you. We barely knew each other, in fact." "I don't know." Carole told them honestly. "I get feelings, images. Most often, they are based on situations I've seen or been involved with or on people I know or have met. Sometimes, though, they come out of the blue. I usually find out their origin at a later date, but there are still a few I have no idea where they came from." Kayla squeezed her shoulder. "She's a Sensitive, you see. It's her Talent. That's something we'll have to talk about over time. Many of the people we associate with have parapsychic talents." "Like your 'family thing' where you become Tia?" Abigail asked. "That's one example." Kayla said. "Ryanna and Julia are powerful empaths, Anne-Marie is a catalyst and she has a symbiotic relationship with Ann. She amplifies her incredible intellect. Ryanna is a scientist who has made it her life's work to study us all." "Does this have anything to do with the small instruments around this house?" Steph asked. "Yes." Kayla answered. "We hope you don't mind. If you do, we'll turn them off." The four women looked at each other for a moment. "They're only to measure parapsychic emanations?" Abi asked. At Kayla's nod, she went on. "We don't mind at all. It doesn't concern us, after all." '*Should we tell them?*' '*It can't hurt, but let's leave it to Ryanna and Ann to explain things to them.*' Carole and Kayla went to them and held their hands. "It does, dear ones." Carole told them. "We'll let those who understand these things explain them to you. For the moment, all we can tell you is that the four of you have unique Talents. As far as we know, they manifest when you're together." "Don't fret too much about it." Kayla said softly as she felt them tense. "It's nothing negative. Quite the opposite. You make a better team for it. It's different for each of our families. In Ann's family, they are two teams who came together in the genesis a unique entity. We center on Carole and are better for it. You four are close in a whole different way. You could say we are all part of things greater than the sum of their parts." "We know we don't make much sense. That's why we ask that you wait for Ryanna and Ann to explain it to you." Carole said. Her gift to them of the painting went a long way toward alleviating their unease at her revelations. "There's no other way to describe it." Jean told Ann and Ryanna later as they lay in the lounge chairs, watching the others play in the pool. "Wait until you see the painting Tia made a month ago. You won't believe your eyes. It's no wonder we blew your instruments." "I knew I was right to leave them here." Ryanna said with the satisfaction of a scientist vindicated. "Do they know they link like that?" Ann asked. "I doubt it. We guided them somewhat when they made love and later talked about talents in general." Jean told her. "They talked about some things happening, but they didn't go into details. I get the feeling that much of what they do is unconscious and they only notice the results. It's as if it's so natural to them they don't think about it." "You said Carole heard Tia laugh when you all climaxed." Ryanna said. "That can't be." "Can too!" Carole shouted at her as she and Anne-Marie teamed up to dunk Ann. When she got her footing and lifted the two small women out of the water, the rest ganged up on her and she was no match for the onslaught of laughing women until Stéphanie came to her rescue. The ensuing mêlée was a free for all where team mate turned on team mate, then joined their efforts again. Things slowed down eventually when Abigail and her wives spent an inordinate amount of time underwater only to surface away from the friendly fight as a unit, they were so entangled. The others watched them discreetly from various points of view. Some with a scientist's approach, others simply with friendly curiosity. The only one not discreet at all was Carole. She stood near them, threading water until her other parts joined her and held her above water. '*Can you tell what they're doing?*' '*Should we get Tia?*' '*They're making love.*' Tears were falling freely down Carole's cheeks as she smiled beatifically. '*But they're not moving.*' '*They're making* love*. It's so beautiful. Hold me.*' From one instant to the next, they both knew she had gone in her creative trance, drawn irresistibly to the powerful emotional display. Jean and Kayla looked at each other, relieved they had been there to catch her in time. She had never gone that quickly. '*I can barely feel her.*' '*I know. It's like she's drawn to them. All her attention is on them.*' '*Should we call on Tia? Is this dangerous for Carole?*' '*I get the feeling that she's already here. Open yourself completely.*' Kayla moaned softly as they let go of their surprise and realized that they were already in the meld. Sometime later, the unit turned and held Tia in its arms. '*It is nice to meet you.*' '*Hi. I have been aware of you.*' '*Do I know you?*' '*Part of you does. I am Tia.*' '*I am happy. Where is this place?*' '*It is a special place where I visit with my friend Mia. Would you like to meet her?*' '*I would.*' '*...*' '*Hi, Mia.*' '*Hi. What is your name?*' '*What is a name?*' '*It is the concept by which one identifies one's self to one and to others.*' '*I am Tia. Mia gave me my name and hers was given to her by another.*' '*You should give me a name then.*' '*From the moment I became aware of you I perceived you as a unit of selves. You will be Una.*' '*Una. I find pleasure in this concept. I am indeed Unity.*' '*So you are. Would your parts like to visit with ours in their construct?*' '*Parts? I am Unity. Are you not?*' '*In this universe, we are, but we are also the convergence, the intersection of our parts.*' '*I do not understand. How can that be?*' '...' '*That is strange. May I see this construct? Will I meet your parts?*' '*This is the way.*' The seven women sat on chairs set in a circle on the enlarged deck overlooking a calm lake. Their guest stood. It gave the feeling that it was looking at them, but it was hard to tell since it didn't have a permanent form. Most of the time, it was an amorphous luminous being, then it shifted in a random sequence between the bodies of its units. "Hello, Una." Carole said gently. '*Hello, part of Tia.*' "My name is Carole. You can talk to us. This is a replica of the physical world. This is our appearance there." '*What is 'talking'? I perceive the concepts you convey, but some of them are foreign to me. Will you explain?*' "Talking is the use of a body's physical attributes to produce soundwaves in a communally accepted code called language. It is how we communicate." '*This is most inefficient.*' "This is how your parts communicate between themselves... well, with us." '*I do not have parts. I am Unity.*' "I can see that. I meant the bodies you manifest." '*I do?*' "Yes. I think you have not fully manifested in our construct. May I touch one of your bodies as it manifests?" '*I do not understand, but I am curious. You may.*' Carole approached Una as she cycled through her bodies. She reached for Abigail's hand, but by the time she made contact, it was Leila's. Una stabilized and Leila smiled at her then looked around. "Hi Carole. What is this place? I really like it. It's so peaceful." "Hi Leila. Do you know how you came to be here?" "No. We were in your pool and now we are here. Where are Dani, Steph and Abi? I know they are here, but I can't see them." "Yes they are. You will see them soon." Carole took Leila in her arms when she felt her become agitated. When it didn't seem to work, she had an inspiration and let go of her. Instantly, Una's diffuse form took her place. '*I do not understand. What did you do? It was... I will have to think on this.*' And she was gone from their perceptions. "Let's go after her." Anne-Marie urged. "I think we spooked her. It felt like she has no concept of physicality." They all agreed and relaxed. '*Una? Are you still here?*' '*Una, please, talk to us.*' '*I am here.*' '*We are sorry. We thought your parts would enjoy the construct. Ours do.*' '*I could perceive that, but I do not have parts. And then the Carole part reached* inside *me and... I do not understand.*' '*It was hard for me too at first. Maybe because I came into being differently. One physical explained concepts to me, my parts others, then I was whole. The Patricia physical called the process 'growing up'.*' '*It was easier for me. Her parts explained the basic concepts to mine and Mia showed me the way so I didn't have to grow up like her.*' '*But I do not have parts.*' Una whined as much as an incorporeal entity could. '*Would you show me?*' '*It will be our pleasure, sister.*' '*Sister?*' '...' '*We are indeed sisters though we each came into being differently. I will try to manifest in your construct.*' '*Though you may only perceive our parts, we will be there with you.*' '*Trust our parts to guide you. They will help. Especially our sensitive parts. I became aware of you through the Carole part you interacted with before.*' '*I found her pleasing. She has a nice mind.*' 'T*hat she does.*' Una did try to manifest as a physical entity, but could only manage a featureless form. She 'looked' at the other manifestations and tried to copy their attributes with mixed results. "Una?" Carole asked, seeing her struggle. '*Yes...*' "Carole?" She managed to say. "Don't worry, it will get easier with practice. I see that you are trying to copy our forms. Why not use one of your parts'?" '*...*' That 'sounded' very much like a sigh. "I have no parts." "All right then." Anne-Marie joined the conversation. "Do you know of another form you could use?" "I... No. I... Mia and Tia have forms. They showed them to me." Then Mia and Tia were indeed with Una in their own forms. "The Carole part gave us these forms. She is Creative." Mia said. "What is creative?" Una asked. "It means she perceives patterns with her body and mind and expresses them into pleasing forms." Tia explained. "Do you find our forms pleasing?" "I perceive them to be so, though in a strange way. This construct is restrictive to full perception." "That is because you have not manifested fully with the physical apparatus necessary to interact with it." Tia told her. "Could the Carole part create a form for me?" "It will be my pleasure." Carole said. "Give me a minute to look at you." "What is a minute?" "It is a unit of time." Anne-Marie said softly so she wouldn't startle Una. "Mia and Tia had difficulty grasping the concept of time too. They would be better equipped than we are to explain it to you since it doesn't really relate to your universe." Una waited patiently though she had no idea how she would give a minute, whatever it was, to the Carole part. These forms were so confusing. She understood when her friends explained the needs of their parts, but... She almost discorporated when the Carole part touched her and again when the undefined matter of her limb took on texture and vibrated at a different surface frequency. There were even fine excrescences on its surface. The process went on as the Carole part passed her hands over Una's manifestation, from one end to the other. To Una's absolute surprise, she created orifices by pushing through her matter with one of her appendages, in some cases, and by forcing air molecules with an orifice of her own through its surface, in others. All in all, a disconcerting experience, but the strangest phase happened when she somehow extruded matter around the air pushing orifice she also used to... talk, and squished it twice against the upper part of her form. When the Carole part fell back against the other part -- logic extrapolated from her friends' comment that this must be the Anne-Marie part -- and both partially merged, she took stock of her new form. She found it strangely pleasing, but the process had not improved her interaction with this strange environment. "Look in the minds of all these parts to understand the workings of your body." Carole told her when she saw her puzzled look. "We each have a unique perspective." "NO! MIA!" Anne-Marie screamed, suddenly seeing the danger. Between one word and the next, Una collapsed, overcome by convulsions as she tried to scream but couldn't as her mind refused to make that last connection with her body. Before the sound died, Mia and Tia 'held' Una in their familiar environment. '*Stabilize your energy flux, Una. You are safe now.*' '*What happened? What did you do to me?*' '*She is gone, Mia. Una left.*' '*In our happiness at having found a new sister, we insisted in treating her as if she were like us, though she repeatedly told us she was not.*' '*Do you think we will see her again?*' ''*We can only hope, sister.*' Carole came to with a heavy heart. She took solace in the presence of her mates. They were snuggled in their bed. Their bed? She opened her eyes and saw that they were indeed in their bed, and they weren't alone. '*I know, Baby Girl. I recognize Stéphanie's body spooning me.*' '*And I think Abigail is behind me.*' '*How did we get here? I thought we were in the pool.*' '*Why don't we ask them? They're awake.*' Jean turned carefully and faced her new friend. They smiled at each other. She reached to caress Danielle's cheek as she looked over Steph's shoulder. "Did you move us here?" She asked softly. "We did. You were doing your family thing. We were afraid to leave you in the pool, so we brought you here. We only had to guide you and you followed. When it got dark, we brought the others inside. I saw that yours is a sofa-bed so we opened it and put them on it." "Thank you. That was nice of you." Steph's words sank in and she realized that it was indeed dark. She looked at the alarm-clock and groaned. "A gorgeous woman in your arms and your brain shuts down." Carole chuckled. "You betcha." She answered softly, caught by the emotions she saw in the two women's eyes. She leaned in and kissed Steph's inviting lips. When they were both panting with desire, she lifted herself on her elbow and pulled Danielle in and kissed her over Stéphanie's shoulder. She purred when the women nibbled on her neck. Jean didn't resist when she was pushed on her back and Danielle crawled over her to get to Carole, wiggling sensuously as she kissed her on the way. Looking at her side, she saw that Leila had joined Carole too. She was holding them in her arms as both were kissing her tenderly. Her voyeurism was interrupted when Stéphanie cupped her cheek to bring their lips together again. Their kiss went on for a long time as their hands caressed all the skin they could reach. Jeanine soon realized that though Stéphanie was fondling her breasts expertly, fingers fluttering lightly on the sides and bottom, grazing the nipples occasionally, the pleasure she was giving her wasn't sexual as much as sensual. Where she should have been writhing in anticipation of a crescendo of pleasure leading to orgasm, she was enjoying each stimulation to its fullest, in its most minute details. Following her lover's rhythm, she slowed her own pace to match hers and was rewarded with a loving smile she could feel herself sharing. When Stéphanie rolled on top of her and pushed a thigh against her wet mound, she reciprocated, copying the light pressure. She moaned when Steph pressed her smallish breasts against her larger, softer ones, moving her torso from side to side so their erect nipples brushed. Jean scratched her lover's back from lower back to scalp and back to grab her muscular cheeks. She was concentrated on the peacefulness of the moment when her first orgasm surprized her in its intensity. When she felt herself suddenly on the edge, she tried to thrust hard against Steph's thigh, who held her to the slower tempo by holding her hips in place and kissing her tenderly. The orgasm built from the center of her belly instead of its usual source. "Open your eyes. Share this moment with me." Stéphanie whispered softly, hardly breaking contact with her lips. Jean felt herself fall and drown in the most perfect hazel eyes as pleasure engulfed her whole being, her heart bursting in a paroxysm of emotions as her body convulsed in place with her physical orgasm. She regained her senses in a mass of sweat-covered bodies smiling from ear to ear. "Thank you for sharing this with me, with us." She said softly to Stéphanie. "You're welcome." Leila replied as she lightly kissed Carole's neck. "It was our pleasure." As much as the three women would have wanted to explore with their new friends, sleep soon claimed their exhausted bodies and minds. Chapter 4 Most of the women stayed in bed when Ryanna, Julia and Stéphanie got up for their early morning training, which didn't mean that Abigail, Danielle and Leila didn't join Ann and Anne-Marie in the sofa-bed under the excuse of ogling their wife. If there were kisses and wandering hands, well, Annabelle and Anne Marie were beautiful lusty women, after all. Ryanna and Julia were in deep meditation as they went through the advanced series of forms when their chi were... *touched*. It was the only word for it. Knowing they were in a perfectly secure place, they examined the unprecedented occurrence. Try as they might, they couldn't find the source of the phenomenon within, so they sent their senses outward and came across a source of energy they couldn't identify, only observe. There was a fount of energy nearby. It fluctuated gently as flames were wont to do. They sensed a point -- or was it multiple points -- of origin. They felt that the high power was under control, as intense as it was. The biggest surprise was when they realized that their chi was somehow linked to it. Before they could react to disengage, they were enveloped by a sense of ineffable peace. In time, they became aware that their physical beings also reacted to its proximity and influence. As they gradually disengaged from their meditative state, they became conscious of being highly aroused. Already past the point where they should have been actively participating in the activity, they were going on with their solo forms with perfect precision instead. Before they could completely disengage, they were engulfed in the energy and felt it cleanse their whole being. They came to in Stéphanie's arms as she supported their shuddering bodies. Even had they wanted to, they were in no state to resist as she guided them to the sofa-bed where they joined their wives and Steph's as they too recuperated from what must have been a tremendous love-making session judging by the sheen of sweat covering their bodies and their well-satisfied smiles. As she was laying down, Ryanna saw her friends sitting on the stairs to the first floor. Jean and Kayla's hands were on Carole's shoulders. Tia smiled and nodded at her. Ann and Kayla shooed everyone else from the kitchen after plying them with coffee so they could prepare a substantial breakfast to replace the supper they had all missed the day before. When Jean and the others started to ask questions about the events of the morning, Carole suggested to them that they should call in to let their respective employers know they wouldn't come in that day. In Ryanna's case, she distracted her from her inquiries by sitting on her lap and keeping her mouth busy until she could whisper in her ear to let it go for the moment. While the cooks sounded like they were having fun on their own, Ryanna suggested they split in smaller groups to use the shower. "One of these days, Jean, you'll have to do the expansion you've been talking about." She told her friend. "We've been thinking about it for a while." Jeanine said. "The consensus is now that we should move across the bridge. It's just too much of a pain in the ass with all the renovations. They're a yearly inconvenience and there's no end in sight. We were thinking about St-Lazare to have the advantages of the country with the convenience of the amenities in nearby Vaudreuil, but the Iles-aux-Tourtres Bridge is sometimes as bad as Mercier Bridge." "Why don't you ask Karlie to look into it for you?" Ann suggested. "She helped you find this place. I'm sure she can help you find another just as fine." ""We'll have to find a place of our own too." Abigail said. "Danielle and Leila's apartment is barely large enough for the two of them and we only have a room in Jocelyne and Addison's condo." "We could always put bunk beds in our apartment." Dani's grin was echoed by her wives. "I have an idea." Carole chimed in. "As long as we're moving to the outback, as civilized as it is, why don't we build a compound where we can all build our homes?" "Our home will always be in St-Jovite." Julia said after looking for and getting nods from her wives. "But we've outgrown the house in Pointe-Claire and we like the idea of a compound." "With lots and lots of private space." Ann said as she and Kayla brought the first load of plates to the table. "If we opt for Senneville, at the end of the island, it's only fifteen to twenty minutes extra commute for us. St-Lazare or the area around Rigaud only means five minutes or so more." "One or the other doesn't make much difference. The worst of the traffic thins out after Des Sources Boulevard." Anne-Marie pointed out. "I'd drive the extra distance for peace, quiet and privacy." "Isn't it going to be expensive to buy all that land and built three fairly large houses?" Danielle asked though she was grinning at the idea of a larger place after living in their small apartment since moving from St-Jovite. "We can contribute to a certain extent. We've been saving and investing for ten years or so." "Not really, love." Abigail told her. "Unless I'm mistaken, Jean, we can save a lot of money by incorporating the compound." "You're right." Jean explained. "There are many advantages in creating a corporative entity and it wouldn't so farfetched since we're all in business together, one way or another. Plus, by being out in the country, relatively speaking, we'll also save a fortune on property taxes and other costs." "You haven't said a word, Leila." Carole said. "What do you think about this?" ""I would live in a truck, as long as I can be with Dani, Steph and Abi." Leila beamed. "Good then." Stéphanie said. "The first step should be to find a good architect..." Her new friends all guffawed. "Don't worry about that, dear." Anne-Marie told her. "You have all the resources you need right here. Ann virtually became an architect when Ryanna needed one to build her laboratory. I'm an engineer and can contribute with the materials aspect of the project. Jean tore this old house down to the walls and rebuilt it from the basement to the joists and Carole did most of the interior design." "That's right." Ann said. "Let's get together next Saturday at our place. I have a computer set-up perfect for this kind of work. Until then, talk about what you need and want too. Don't let material considerations hold you back from dreaming big. We'll get to that soon enough." "In fact, feel free to let your imagination go wild." Jean added. "Another way we can justify the corporation is by making this a Leed project. There are many grants available from all levels of government and NGOs. When we're done, we can use the whole thing as a showcase. My uncles have wanted to try their hand at green construction for a while, but could never find the right project. Anne-Marie forgot to tell you that we also have a whole construction company which will be available to us." "That's all well and fine." Steph laughed. "But we have to work to pay for it. We wanted to find ourselves a good HR person to help us hire personnel for the Lachine warehouse. Do your uncles do industrial work, Jean?" "It's not like they'll be building a manufacture from the ground up, so I'm sure they can do any renovation you need to your building." Jean said. "Things like dock plates would have to be installed by specialists anyway. Do you have plans for the work you need done?" "Only rough ones such as the square footage we need for both sides of the operation, but we know what we need. We waited to go into details until we had the floor plan and the results of an inspection. It's a fairly old building." Steph told her. "That's it then." Jean said. "I'll call my granddad and ask if my uncle Éric is available today. If not, I'll invite both of them and my other uncle Bernard for supper to talk things over. If you're free, of course." "We are. What we mainly have on the agenda for today is to visit HR firms in Montreal." Abigail told her. ""We also wanted to go take a closer look at the warehouse and start making a list of the most obvious renovations to be done." "Forget about the HR firms. We have the best people at my firm. I'm sure Lee Ann won't mind if you borrow a small team. She's a minority stock holder in your company after all. You can meet with them this week and go over your personnel specifications and numbers. We can drive to the warehouse and look it over together so we can give my uncles an idea of the work waiting for them." Jean's grandfather and uncles were available even though Bernard grumbled at having to drive back from their chalet in St-Anicet during their vacation. Karlie joined them too since the building was technically owned by the family company, though everyone knew it was just an excuse to get out of the office. The thorough clean-up she had ordered while the women were on the road for Danielle and Leila's training had been done to everyone's satisfaction. To their surprise, Lee Ann and Cam showed up while they were doing a visual inspection of the outside of the building. When Carole saw Kitty climb out of the car to open Lee Ann's door, she cried out and ran to her. They met half-way and the passengers got out on their own, grinning at their antics. They walked over to the others after hugging and kissing Carole on the way. "Your partner is a bad influence on personnel work ethics, Jean." Lee Ann said after the introductions were made, but she was smiling as she grumbled. Kitty was part of the family and they were glad to see her happy. "What did you expect?" Jean grinned. "They haven't seen each other since the Christmas company party." "Oh, Lee, stop that. You're as happy to see our friends." Cam told her wife from where she cuddled to Jean. She had a special affinity for her dating from the day they met in Bermuda. "You're right, honey." Lee Ann relented. "That reminds me. Mr. Laliberté, do you think I could impose on you to ask your lovely wife to make us another batch of her delicious vinaigrette? We ran out again and we're all spoiled for it." ""I'm sure that can be arranged." Jean's grandfather grinned. "And I imagine you wouldn't say no to one, or three, of her sugar pies." The next few minutes were spent explaining the situation to the four women watching the scene with a smile. This was the first time they met Lee Ann and she certainly didn't live up to her formidable reputation. Instead, she sounded like a really nice woman. Once she had secured an invitation for the following Sunday supper, Lee Ann got back to business. "So this is the warehouse I invested in." She said as she looked it over. "It doesn't look like much. I can see why you're here, Éric. You have your work cut out for you." "Do I need to take you across my knee, Lee?" He mock-threatened. They were good friends and tried to take in hockey games together as often as they could, using a corporate sky box Lee Ann had access to so they could bring like-minded employees of either of their companies. "I'd pay good money to see that." Jean said to the general hilarity. "There's no need to get physical." Karlie told them. "I obviously had the building thoroughly inspected before I even made an offer on it. It's sound and should be good for another fifty years easily. We're only here to get an idea of the improvements which will be required for the company's needs." "I know that, Karlie." Lee Ann grinned. "I'm pulling your leg. I'm here because I needed an excuse to get out of a boring meeting this morning. I flipped with Barbie and won. Cam came with me because she's between jobs and took a break from studying." They spent the next couple of hours walking the grounds, making copious notes as they discussed the use they would make of the building. When they reconvened by their vehicles, Karlie was already gone as were Lee Ann and Cam. Carole was sitting cross-legged on the hood of Jean's Mercedes, busy sketching. The next morning, the six women sat around the table, eating breakfast quietly as they thought about the busy day ahead. Their new friends had accepted Jean's invitation to use their queen-size sofa-bed for as long as they needed instead of renting a room in a hotel. Carole was still asleep. Jean had carried her from the daybed in her studio where she had collapsed, exhausted, after spending most of the night painting. They left early to avoid the morning traffic, Kayla on her way to the clinic and the others to Jean's office where Lee Ann had offered them the use of the conference room on Jean's floor to meet with the HR people who had been detached to work with them. At 11:00am, Nancy came over to take their orders. She and Jean joined them for lunch. Jean to see how they progressed and to offer whatever support they needed. Nancy, ostensibly to catch up with Steph and Abi, but mostly to satisfy her insatiable curiosity. She didn't take notes overtly, but didn't miss a thing Jean said or the answers to the questions she asked and got to work as soon as they returned to their office. By the end of the afternoon, Jean had a detailed report containing the information the women needed and a second report with the results of the research she knew Jean wanted done. Steph and Abi were in and out of their temporary office all week while Dani and Lei worked diligently. So much so that Nancy took it upon herself to make sure they took breaks and stopped for lunch. Before the end of the week, she had introduced them to many people around the office and their lunch group had swelled to the point where they moved to the larger conference room on the tenth floor. "Don't hover, Nancy." Jean said without looking up from the report she was studying. "If you have something to say, come in and say it." "I wasn't hovering, boss. Just stretching my legs." Nancy prevaricated. "The week is almost over. Do you want to go home early?" "No, boss. It's just... Well, I mean..." Jean took pity on her assistant. As much as she liked to have some fun with her now and again, she really liked the woman and knew she only acted that way when she had something personal on her mind. "Have a seat and tell me what I can help you with." "It's not for me, boss. It's... Well, there's this office suite on the sixth floor which will be empty at the end of the month and hasn't been rented yet..." "Is that so?" The tone of voice betrayed her. "Boss, you know it's not nice to make fun of your assistant. I should report you." "Oh? And to whom would you report me? Amnesty International? The SPCA?" "You already know what I meant to suggest." "I met the building manager on the elevator yesterday and he asked if we wanted to rent that particular office suite. I told him we were only gathering information for somebody else. Your heart is in the right place, Nancy, but they don't need an office suite downtown. They will have their offices in Lachine at the warehouse while their partners will be in Ville St-Laurent at their central retail/wholesale store/showroom." "I thought it would be cool for them to have their headquarters in this building." "I'm sure it would and they may someday, if things progress as planned, but they're years from that point." "I only wanted to help..." "I know and it's really nice of you. Why don't you ask them out to supper with you and Carlotta? I'm sure they'd like that." Nancy perked up. "Do you really think so? About that suggestion that I could leave early...?" "Did you finish the report I asked for?" "It's in your in-box." "And the...?" "Also done an hour ago." "Then have a nice week-end." "Are you sure?" "I'm almost done too. I'll be right behind you." "You're the best, boss. See ya on Monday." She was almost out the door when her phone rang. She recognized the personalized ringtone of that particular line. Looking back, she confirmed that it was the dedicated line for the covert investigative team. She ran back to her desk. "Starlight, Star Bright Escort Service, how may we make your day better?" So much for an early week-end. "Jean had to fly to Toronto, this evening." Kayla told their friends as they lounged around the pool while the barbecue warmed up. "Does this happen often?" Danielle asked. "Not as often as it used to, but still often enough." Carole sighed. "That's another reason we want to move across the bridge. She didn't have the hours to waste in traffic so she could come and kiss us goodbye." "That's sad." Leila said. "Yeah, right." Carole agreed. "She said she hopes to be back sometime Sunday, but we won't hold our breath. When she's called away on such short notice, it means something's very wrong." Carole and Kayla looked at each other. They knew she probably wasn't in Toronto, but Jeanine couldn't give them any real information on an unsecure line. That was another reason they wanted to move where she could come home before racing away. "We'll still go to Ann and Anne-Marie's place in Pointe-Claire tomorrow to start working on our houses." Kayla said. "Karlie has set her people on researching available land at the west end of the island and across the bridge, as far as Rigaud. There are some really nice places over there and since the 40/417 is the only highway between Montreal and Ottawa, it's pretty much a priority for snow removal." "I imagine so, though I'm more familiar with the 20/401 to Toronto." Stéphanie said. The weather was glorious that Saturday. Danielle and Leila didn't have to be asked twice before agreeing to take a ride with Ann and Anne-Marie on their Harleys. While they were gone, the rest lounged in the backyard, working on their tan as they enjoyed cool margaritas. They looked at the lists of features each family wanted for their houses. Carole had bought large sketch pads and they made preliminary plans. The women were in high spirits when they returned from their ride. Dani and Leila ran to their wives and bounced on their laps as they recounted their afternoon. Leila blushed when she confessed that, at one point, her hands 'slipped' from holding Anne-Marie's waist and she ended up grabbing her breasts. "Did she complain?" Abigail asked her tenderly. "No... She didn't." Leila said. "In fact, she snuggled against me and held them in place when I wanted to move my hands off." "Then you both enjoyed yourselves." Abi told her. "That's fine. It's not like you were fondling a stranger, darling." "But you weren't there." Leila felt her eyes tear up. "I you look deep inside yourself, honey, you'll find that I'm always there with you." Abi said as she hugged her. "We're all there." Leila closed her eyes, as did the others. Tears of happiness welled in all their eyes as each couple reached to hold the hands of the other. '*So you managed to explain their situation to them.*' '*It helped greatly when I had them do a simple meditation exercise and they recognized their link for what it is.*' '*Do they realize they are Una?*' '*Baby steps, sweetheart. Baby steps.*' After an animated discussion centered on barbecue techniques and recipes, they invited their new friends to the clan Summer Gathering the next summer. Stéphanie and Abigail would enter their Southern brisket in the popular yearly cook-off. Over supper, they discussed the plans for the houses and the concept of a compound. Having only seen the main house, the four women were curious about the St-Jovite compound and the history behind it so they all decided to visit it the next day. They spent a good part of the evening in the basement office, working on preliminary plans. After teasing Danielle and Leila for being distracted by the Kinbaku laminated posters featuring Ann, Anne-Marie brought out their ropes and showed them various websites, including their private one, showing the steps in the art of Japanese rope bondage. All the while, Dani and Leila were holding Steph and Abi's hands. Unsurprisingly, when she was done, they meekly asked if she could teach them. Before they left, they had many pictures of themselves erotically tied up by their wives and had ordered a full set of ropes online. The four of them took a refreshing dip in the pool after Carole and Kayla retired. Cuddling on the double lounging chairs, they discussed the new ideas they had been exposed to that day. The most interesting was of their being linked psychically. Danielle and Leila had noticed long before that they knew what the other was thinking, but always attributed it to the fact that they had grown up together and been a couple for so long. Neither of the four had noticed when the phenomenon extended to Stéphanie and Abigail. Nor on the fact that the intense attraction they had all felt for each other the moment they met had shifted to a tender intimacy until the moment they perceived that they could be separated and it came back in full force. Of a common unspoken accord, they had entered in an unofficial marriage as a rational expression of their closeness. With the new information Ryanna had submitted to them, they were forced to take another look at their unique relationship. "Can there really be something to this parapsychology thing being applied to us?" Abigail wondered. ""The evidence it there, love." Steph said. "I admit it's farfetched, but their own special relationships based on their particular 'Talents' can't be denied, nor ours since they helped us become aware our four-way link." "It does explain many things." Danielle agreed. "Most of those we took for granted simply because they felt right." "I like to understand things as much as the next girl." Leila pouted. "But I still think it could all be explained by our love for each other." "One does not preclude the other, sweetheart." Abigail purred in her ear. Unbeknownst to either of them, a faint visible aura surrounded the four women as they communed, making love in their own special way. "There they go." Kayla said softly "I know, love." Carole smiled as she got up to go to the window overlooking the backyard. "I've been feeling them linking for a while. Come look at this, Kay. Steph and Abi's Talent for linking and amplifying their auras has now transferred to them all. It's beautiful." "You're right, dear. It is. I wish Jean was here so Tia could see this." Carole snuggled to Kayla. "You know she can, silly. She just can't manifest fully." Instinctively, the two joined and watched the love manifesting before them. Sometime later, when the four women got up to go to bed, looked up at them and gave them a friendly wave, they smiled and returned it, powerful emotions making their hearts swell. "Do you think Una was aware of Tia?" Kayla whispered once they were back in bed. "I'm sure she was. I wish there was a way to reach her directly." "Let's let time do its work. She felt like a curious and inquisitive entity. Look at the effort she made to manifest physically. It can't have been easy for her to cross over from her realm to ours." "That's right. Speaking of time, isn't it just about the time to reach out to Jean on Skype?" "That it is." Carole said as she flipped open the portable on the bedside table. The mini-convoy was noticed as it rolled through the gate with Danielle and Leila sitting behind Ann and Annabelle on their hogs, the others in the pink pick-up and the Firebird. They attracted attention from the moment they went through the gates, being stopped for greetings and hailed from porches. By the time they arrived at the main house, Dani and Leila were buzzing from the many hugs and kisses they had received only to be floored at finding their mothers waiting for them with the rest of the family. They were ready to burst with joy when their wives met their mothers and they all bonded immediately. Both had called them the moment they had acknowledged their relationship, but this was the first time they met. Eventually, all the introductions were done and they moved to the backyard which had been decorated festively and prepared to receive them all. Jolène, Louise and their daughters were monopolized by Jaylie and Kaydie until they were rescued by Carole and Patricia so they could enjoy themselves. When Sylvie took them for the nickel tour of the house, they quickly revised their plan for the main bathroom on their own home. It was one thing to see Ann's plans and drawings and quite another to see the real thing. Even Steph and Abi were impressed by the cosiness and practicality of it compared to the lavishness and opulence of the mansion in Fort Lauderdale. Standing in front of the painting of the mammies, the stories Ryanna and Julia had told them sank in at a deeper level. Sylvie confiding her relationship with Mammie Catherine, their original visit and their interventions over the years touched them deeply. "It is an incredible thing for you all to be part of such a legacy." Abigail told her quietly in reverence for the five women looking down at them with such expressions of love. "In a way, it is." Sylvie said. "Mostly, for us, it's like they are still here with us. Their essence infuses this house. Would you believe it welcomed us the first time we got here? Then things started happening in a hurry and we stopped thinking about it. I'm sure your own home will feel this way after a while." "We can only hope so." Steph grinned. She hadn't had a real home in such a long time that the idea seemed farfetched to her. She didn't notice that her depression was subtly lifted as her wives cuddled to her. Soon they were all smiling at the prospect of having a loving home of their own. They spent part of the afternoon visiting the residential compound and Ryanna's laboratory with only a quick look at the clinic and the research center. Ryanna showed them the various specialized laboratories, explaining the experiments currently being conducted. Finally, they were shown a large room filled with electronic apparatus of all kinds, some being repaired, others built from scratch for esoteric needs. Their own Talents were made real for them when she showed them the recordings of their manifestations. "In one way or another, a great many people have what we call Talents. Unfortunately, most are stamped out in infancy when adults fail to recognize them as positive and only want so called normal children. In other cases, adults hide them so thoroughly, even from themselves, that they atrophy to the point of uselessness." Ryanna explained. "In your case, they were so subtle that neither you nor anybody else noticed until we met you, but we have a special perspective on the matter and are always on the lookout for new Talents." "Okay, you've got us convinced." Stéphanie told her. "Where do we go from here? Do we need to train to develop them further?" "I rather doubt that. You all seem to have progressed naturally in your own way and at your own pace. If you don't mind, I'd really appreciate if you would allow me to install measuring devices around your house as I've done in the Châteauguay and Pointe-Claire houses. After a while, you won't even notice they are there. Better yet, since we're all building new houses, we can integrate them in the design to further camouflage them." "Since all you're doing is measuring parapsychic manifestations, or Events, as you call them, we don't mind at all." Abigail told her. "Excellent. I only wish I had thought to install some in Jean's back yard. Easy there girls. Steph and Abi, you already know that Addison has a Talent for manipulating auras and that both of yours reinforce each other when you touch or look at each other in a loving way. Well, it seems that you have extended this to Danielle and Leila, so, of course, Carole told me about it this morning. She even had Tia observe you. I can't wait for the opportunity for Mia to do so too." "Even though we've been aware of it since our stay in Florida, you joining to become a different entity is the most incredible part of all this." Abigail told her. "Do you think we ever could?" "In a way, you already do. For Mia, it was gradual. You could say she went from infancy, becoming self-aware, to adulthood, integrating her different parts into a living entity. For Tia, at first Mia perceived her as incomplete. It was only when Kayla joined them that Tia was truly born. That's the moment Mia fully integrated all of us. In your case, you are intertwined on many levels and the process is ongoing as far as we can tell." Ryanna took the four beaming women back to the house just in time for a boisterous cookout when everyone enjoyed themselves immensely. For the ride back, the motorcycle riders dressed more warmly and both Ann and Anne-Marie insisted their passengers slip their hands inside their coats to keep them warm. As they cuddled in the backseat of the pickup. Steph and Abi experimented with their link and the bikers had to ask their passengers to take it easy when then they unsnapped their jeans and slipped a hand in their panties. By the time they parked the bikes in the garage, they didn't waste a single minute before opening Dani and Leila's coats and pulling down their jeans. Anne-Marie lifted Leila on the workbench and kissed her thoroughly as she kneaded her breasts after pushing her t-shirt up and unsnapping her bra. Since she was the taller of the two and could see that the smaller woman was uncomfortable, Leila slid down and gently stripped Anne-Marie before placing her jeans on the workbench and lifting her on them. She still let her take the initiative in their reversed positions, though. Ann had similarly partially undressed Danielle, pulling her coat partway down her arms and her jeans just below her knees, on the lookout for signs of unease. She was pleased to see none as she took Dani the way she liked to be taken herself. After baring her body to the cool night air, she took her in her arms, pressing her shivering skin against her leather-clad form, her kisses quickly going from gentle to passionate then savage as reflected by her caresses which fondled, kneaded then attacked Danielle's body ferociously. In the back of the pick-up, Steph and Abi moaned in each other's arms as they shared the loving happening mere yards from them. They felt Leila's rising pleasure under Anne-Marie's forceful yet gentle ministrations. They were surprized by Danielle's abandon as she gave herself to Ann, even encouraging her to take her more roughly. When the door opened and they were gently guided out of the vehicle and into the house, they offered no resistance as they could feel the love in the arms holding them. By the time they fell on the oversized bed, they were as naked as the other women and on the edge of powerful orgasms, both shared through their link and from the caresses which had accompanied their transfer from backseat to bed. Una found her energies melding with Mia and Tia's. A very small part of her consciousness felt that she should be worried at what it perceived as a loss of control, but the union was so complete that she welcomed it without reservation. In that infinite moment, she integrated everything the other entities had tried to impart the first time they met as they became one in this perfect joining possible only to those of their kind. However long later, Anne-Marie and Leila came to, each with two fingers in the other's vagina. Kissing tenderly as they leaned against the workbench for much needed support. Ann leaned against Danielle on the hood of the Honda as her body shuddered from the intensity of the multiple orgasms she had just gone through, her internal muscles twitching on the three fingers still invading her. She had tears in her eyes when she turned on her back and pulled Ann to her. "Thank you." She whispered in her ear. "But it's not fair to you." She said before pulling Ann's mouth to hers. She knew she didn't have the energy to return the intense pleasure which had been bestowed upon her, but she wanted to show Ann that she appreciated what she had done. "Don't worry about that, honey." Ann told her. "Making love is *sharing* pleasure. You can ravish me some other time if you must." She grinned. Chapter 5 At 7:00 Monday morning, the truck was there to deliver the trailer which would be the temporary offices. Jean's uncle Éric had offered theirs, but it was too small and they would need it when they finished their current contract and began working on this project in earnest. At 9:00am, the HR team arrived and set-up for the first interviews scheduled for 10:00 thanks to judicious advertising both in print media and on the web the week before. They alternated groups of floor workers with office people. Before even submitting their budget propositions to Jocelyne, they had decided to offer above average wages for comparable jobs in the industry to attract and retain better employees. Steph and Abi's signed contracts went a long way in making their plan acceptable to Jocelyne and Addison. By the end of the week, they had weaned the curious and the undesirable from those who would accept their vision of what service and teamwork should be. The roster was almost filled and they expected to be done by the middle of the next week. As they always did when they worked with a team of people, Danielle and Leila gelled perfectly with their temporary colleagues so they noticed their agitation immediately when Barbara showed up unannounced, late Friday afternoon. They were weary when she asked if they could walk her around the warehouse since she had missed the visit. She was attentive as Danielle and Leila explained how they would set-up for both ends of the business and asked pertinent questions. When they were back at the entrance, she turned to them and smiled. "You two have a rare talent to bring people around to your way of thinking and doing things. We may end up having to open a cafeteria at the company after you got so many people in the habit of eating their lunches together and socializing around them. The large conference room wasn't big enough last Monday." She laughed. "Would it surprize you to know that the whole HR team we lent you has given notice so they could stay with you?" "We didn't know." Danielle said. "We thought they would go back to your company when we were done." "Don't worry about it too much." Barbara told her. "We train HR teams to move in when we acquire a company that needs one. They knew from the beginning that they would be sent elsewhere. On this occasion, they chose where they wanted to go and their trainer decided to go with them. That's unprecedented in our experience and a testament to your leadership and ability to instill loyalty." "Thank you, Barbara." Leila said. "We appreciate the compliment, but it's misplaced. We simply like working with people." "That's exactly my point, dear." Barbara grinned. "You are both naturals at this and we can foresee great things in your future. I heard that your partners plan to set-up a logistics company in the near future. Since the original capitalisation was for both warehouses and the retail/wholesale end of the business, you will need some financial backing of your own. Jean flew in this afternoon and I asked Ann if she was free tomorrow afternoon. Since you are living with Jean and her family for now, I was hoping we could all meet there in the afternoon to discuss a business plan we've come up with." "That part would have to be discussed with Stéphanie and Abigail. They are the specialists in the field." Leila told her. "I know and I already arranged it with them. They said they would meet with us if you agreed. Don't worry, neither Lee Ann nor I are aiming to swindle you. As if we could." She snorted. "Your guard dogs will be there and even Lee Ann wouldn't try to cross Ann. We simply owe her and Jean too much." "In that case, we'd be happy to spend the afternoon with you. Will Cam and Kitty be there too?" "As if we could keep those two away from spending the afternoon with a bunch of gorgeous naked women, particularly Kitty." They were laughing together as they walked out of the building. Barbara guffawed when she saw Ann and Jean leaning against Ann's Honda, chatting innocently with Anne-Marie. "What did I tell you girls? You are well protected indeed." Barbara managed to say. She was still dabbing at tears of laughter when she got in her car and drove away. After greeting their friends properly, Danielle and Leila walked in the trailer intending to play a trick on their team, but the quivering lips and lowered eyes got the better of them. They rushed to their people with arms wide open and shared their tears of happiness as they assured them that they would be proud to work with them. By the time they all shut down their portable computers and put the various files in Bankers Boxes to take away for the week-end, they were all grinning. They hugged again before going on their separate ways. "These are our first employees." Leila told the others proudly. "I know." Jean grinned. "Barbie has a surprise for them. They will stay on the payroll until you officially open for business. She was really impressed with you girls. She's only glad you're out of the building so others won't be tempted to follow their example." "Would you believe a couple of them offered their services while we lunched together last week?" Danielle grinned. "I know. Nancy told me. She even suggested obliquely, very obliquely, mind you, that she was about due for a raise. When I started reminiscing on the wonderful time we had at the mansion last New Year, she suddenly remembered that she had a report to finish and ran out of my office." Jean didn't mention that Nancy had kissed her cheek and told her she was the best boss ever. She kept those special moments between her assistant and herself in a private place, near her heart. Kayla was driving Carole after one of her arts and crafts clinics at the Lost Boys and Girls Foundation so they all convened in Pointe-Claire to plan the next day's get together. Jean and Ann offered to go to the specialty butcher at the Marché de l'Ouest for choice cuts of meat for the barbecue. Kayla said she would go early the next morning to the artisan bakery to get different breads fresh out of the oven. Carole told them that Cameron had pledged all the fixings for three kinds of salads and that they would stop by Jean's grandmother's for her special vinaigrette. The others split the beverage run. So, after supper, they all went they merry way. When they came back, they loaded the cargo bed of the pick-up and drove to Châteauguay to take advantage of the warm evening. Danielle and Leila played rock-paper-scissors with Ryanna and Julia for the privilege of riding with Ann and Anne-Marie. Leila and Julia won. Ryanna took Danielle by the hand and went to sit in the back seat of the pick-up. Before they had even hit the road, everyone could feel the pleasure radiating from them. They won the race to the pool since they were already naked when they jumped out of the truck, to the good fortune of the old man who happened to be walking his dog nearby. When Kayla, Jean and Abigail came out after putting everything away, Carole and Anne-Marie were engaged in their own version of the game of Joust. They were sitting on Ann and Steph's shoulders, facing them, of course, as the taller women stood back to back so the smaller could kiss and fondle each other to their hearts desire. Every now and again, the others would surface, take a deep breath and dive back to their underwater activities. The three laid down on a double lounge chair, shouting advice and encouragement to both teams indifferently as they sipped from their Coronas. Soon, though, Nature asserted Herself and they began kissing and caressing each other. As thing heated up, Jean asked Abigail if she wanted to try something different. When she acquiesced, she ran inside and came back with a strap-on. "If you want, you can wear it and take Kayla as she does me." Jean offered. "I was hoping that you would allow me to make love to you." Kayla told her. "Only you and Jean have been with men before. It feels different to me knowing this and you don't need to fear anything. My male side is sterile and I've only been with the women here for years." "As a matter of fact, I was hoping that I would get the opportunity since I first met you." Abigail told her. "Don't get me wrong, Steph is a virtuosa with the strap-on. She can get me off like nobody's business and I've let her take me anywhere she ever wanted and asked for more each time, but I miss the feeling of a flesh and blood cock. It's too bad they're all attached to a dumb jock... until I met you." She reached with a hesitating hand but stopped just short of her goal. "May I?" She asked, the desire in her eyes clear to Kayla who answered by closing her hand around her erect member. When she felt Abigail hesitate again, she gently pulled her head forward until her lips touched her. With a sigh of satisfaction, Abi slowly took Kayla in her mouth until she touched the back of her throat, then, taking a deep breath, she deep-throated her. She replicated a trick which had made her famous in certain circles in her youth. She massaged the glans with her throat muscles as she licked the under-side tendon and the pulsating vein. She managed to keep it up until she pulled a deep groan from Kayla and started to feel the penis throb. Slowly, she pulled it out and smiled with satisfaction when she saw the look of disbelief on Kayla's face. The glazed eyes told her all she needed to know and she took her back in her mouth, sucking, licking and nibbling with a vengeance. Kayla had no chance and erupted violently in Abigail's mouth as Jean urged her not to swallow. When Kayla fell back in her arms, Jean pulled Abigail up and kissed her deeply, sharing her love's essence, to Abi's surprise. Even more so when she pulled as much of it as she could in her mouth with her tongue and kissed Kayla just as deeply. As she watched them, Abigail went back to the twitching member in her hand and gently kissed and licked it clean before applying herself to keeping it hard so she could enjoy it the way Kayla wanted. When Kayla sat back up and pulled her face up for a kiss, she had tears in her eyes. "Thank you, dear heart." Kayla told Abigail. "This is the most intense experience I've ever had with my penis. I don't know what to say. If you ever want to play with a flesh and blood cock, mine is at your disposition anytime you feel like it." She listened for a moment. "Carole says she wants you to teach her that trick." "And so do I." Jean was quick to add. "Thank you for giving our Kayla so much pleasure." "It's nothing, really." Abigail said in a self-deprecating tone. "Any girl who spends years protecting her virginity can learn to do it." Everyone joined in her laughter. All that time she had been gently stroking Kayla. "Are you ready to fuck me with this thing?" She asked in a husky voice. "No, dear." Kayla answered, taking the sting out of her words by cupping Abigail's cheeks and kissing her lovingly. "Some other time maybe, but now I really want to make love to you." Abigail's heart felt like it was near bursting as she pulled Abigail with her until she was on her back. Abi's body fit on hers as if it was made to be there and when she wrapped her legs around Abi's hips to tilt her pelvis in the right position, she slid inside her organically as if they were long time lovers. They stayed there for a long moment, lost in each other's gaze as they twitched each in her own way to gently caress the other in this most intimate way. Then Kayla felt Jean's strap-on slip inside her vagina, multiplying the sensations she was feeling exponentially. They stayed like that, the three of them kissing over her shoulder. It was Kayla who first moved her pelvis slowly, tilting it one way, then the other. When she amplified her movement gradually so she was making love to Abigail, Jean was ready to adjust her own movement. At one point, just as she felt Abigail ready to climax, she warned Jean privately and stopped her thrusts with only the glans inside her lover. When Abi's eyes flew open to ascertain what was keeping her from the orgasm that was oh so close, Kayla smiled at her and conveyed her emotions with her eyes. Abigail smiled tenderly and nodded. "I understand. You were right." Kayla resumed thrusting at a leisurely pace, never leaving Abigail's eyes. When their orgasms occurred, they flowed organically, outward from one to the other and back. They kept going through the next and the one after that, always at the same loving rhythm. When they finally stopped, exhausted emotionally as well as physically, they found that all the others were kneeling around the chair, a hand on them, smiles on their lips and tears of joy in their eyes. The next thing they knew, they were waking up in the master bedroom bed to the smell of cooking meat and the restrained sounds of pots and utensils as the late supper was being prepared. Abigail pulled Kayla closer and kissed her tenderly. "Thank you, dearest. It took a woman to show me how it should feel to be made love to with a penis. In all those years, I never knew it could be so good." "That's because you were fucked, Abi." Jean said softly as she embraced them both. "She has the same effect on me. In my case, I was the taker with men. She taught me how to give myself." "Where's Carole?" Abigail asked once they were seated on the deck, their plates full. "You should know by now that's always a rhetorical question." Anne-Marie teased. "I'll bring her a plate later." "When we carried you to bed, she went upstairs with that dreamy look she gets." Ann explained. "That means she's in her creative trance. We'll only see her when she's done." "It used to be worse." Jean said. "In the first years, I had to keep watch on her and take her to the bathroom and I could only feed her enriched drinks." "Now that we can communicate with her, it's easier. Since she has a contact with the outside world through us, she can take care of her needs." Kayla finished. "How long does she last like that?" Leila asked. "It depends. She used to go on until she passed out from sheer exhaustion." Jean told her. "The first time I became aware of this, I estimate she'd been at it for two full days. It scared the living daylights out of me." "I can imagine." Stéphanie sympathized. "And now? I suppose you keep a close eye on her." "We do, but she can control it, more or less. When she's too tired, there's a daybed in the studio and she crashes there." Jean said. "What do you think caught her fancy this time?" Abigail asked. "Was it seeing us making love?" "Possibly." Kayla told her. "Or it could have nothing to do with that. When I said she's a Sensitive, I meant it. She could have connected with something none of us could see or something that happened somewhere else or at another time. We'll have to wait and see, if she feels it's ready to be shown, like your painting. It stayed covered for a month before she showed it to you." "There's one of her early paintings that she has yet to show to anyone." Jean said. "And that's nearly twenty years ago." "That's an incredible Talent." Danielle murmured reverently, awed by the scope of what she had just learned. "It's no wonder there are so many recording apparatus in the studio." "You don't know the half of it." Ryanna shook her head. "How do you record temporal visioning or far-seeing? We have a team devoted to creating the right instruments to observe her Talent in action and interpreting what we manage to record." "And now we've added to your workload, I suppose." Stéphanie teased. "Don't mention it." Julia laughed. "She spends hours in front of the mirror looking for white hairs so she can pluck them out as they appear." "Do not!" Ryanna huffed. "And it's time I take to think on my unified theory of parapsychic Events." She finished quietly. Anne-Marie left them to their discussion and filled a plate for Carole. She had been gone for a few minutes when her wives jumped out of their seats, ready to race to her when they stopped, puzzled. "She's sobbing." Ann told the others. "But she says she's fine and she won't let us look through her eyes." "She's never done that before." Ryanna said, perplexed. "Now I won't be able to sleep until I see Carole's painting." Julia complained. "There goes my beauty rest." This led to much teasing, but there was a subdued tone to it as everyone realized that something important was happening in the brightly lit room. Eventually, they all slept, their dreams taking flights of fancy as they subconsciously tried to envision where Carole's Talent had taken her. They ate breakfast quietly, brought together as they waited for Carole to be finished. At one point, Leila asked if she could have one of the large sketching books Carole had bought the previous week. The idea caught on and Ann asked Anne-Marie if she could bring the stack down for them. While they waited for her, they prepared a cabaret with covered plates for their breakfast. Before she went back upstairs, Anne-Marie hugged Ann and kissed her with trembling lips, then she looked at the others, one by one, and smiled at them. They all reflected on what they had seen in her eyes as they found a place to draw. When Lee Ann called to tell them that they were on their way but would stop at Jean's grandparents' on the way, they were surprized to see that it was already past noon. So they closed their sketch pads and ate lunch. While some cleaned the table and living room before the visit arrived, others washed the dishes regardless of the presence of a perfectly good dishwasher, just to keep busy. Ann set part of the meat to marinate for the afternoon and Jean prepared her secret mix of spices. Kitty squealed when Jean opened the door au naturel as was the custom in this house. She rushed in to hug her tightly. If she happened to end up with her face between her breasts, well, it was Nature's fault for making her short. Lee Ann laughed as she slapped her ass. "Keep some fun for later, Kitty, and let us in so we can grope her too." Neither Cameron, Barbara nor she did any such thing, but they still hugged and kissed her as they entered. "Everyone's in the backyard. Last time I checked, there was a mean game of underwater tag going on." Jean told Kitty. As expected, that had her on her way as she shed the abbreviated version of a chauffeur uniform she had concocted. "That girl is sure a bundle of energy." She told the others. "You have no idea." Lee Ann laughed with her wives as they followed their chauffeur at a more leisurely pace and picked up the discarded clothes. They stopped in the kitchen to put their share of the food in the refrigerator and continued to the bedroom to undress. Lee Ann had the usual effect when she walked out the patio doors. Conversations stopped as everyone's head turned to watch the statuesque women with the voluptuous body make her entrance. Unusually, though, this time she was naked, displaying her ample feminine curves and generous bust, her long shapely legs, unblemished skin and graceful neck. As she rarely did in public, she had let her midnight black hair down its full length to the top of her buttocks so it covered the dimples in her lower back when she stood still. She usually milked her entrance for all it was worth, but this time, she pushed her beautiful wives before her. Barbara, the first love she had kept at bay for far too long out of a misguided sense of duty, tall and trim with shoulder length dirty blond hair and the body of an athlete thanks to a severe training regimen she had never deviated from since her teens. Her six-pack rivaled Stéphanie's and the small dark brown nipples on her smallish breasts were taut with want after her wives had played with her but left the job unfinished which Lee's hand on her lower back didn't help alleviate. She would surely have been mortified if she had noticed the drops of cream wetting the slit of her bulging camel toe. Cameron, the woman who had conquered the oh so controlled mistress and brought her to her knees, literally. She was known as The Little One for a reason. With short light gold hair and ivory skin, she looked like a doll, the perfect contrast to Lee Ann. Barely 5'2", she was perfectly proportioned for her height, slim though not skinny, she had an ideally feminine body with a perfectly heart-shaped ass. Lee Ann's eye twinkled as she took in the new women after she had hugged and kissed all her friends. She knew they were intimidated by her public persona so she took it upon herself to break the ice. She stood before them, ogling their gorgeous bodies from head to toe before letting out a loud wolf whistle. "Damn, girls. You sure dress down fine. Now I know I really want to get down to business with ya'all." She let it hang in there for a moment, but couldn't contain her laughter any longer. When she was joined by her wives and friends who were in on her plan to make herself look like a regular Jane, the four women realized that they had been punked and joined in. They good-naturedly hugged and kissed her, introducing themselves to Lee Ann the woman rather than to Ms. Hutchison the mogul. They sat with her for a while, getting to know her as she confirmed the information contained in their files and added her own impressions to it. A while later, Jean joined her to keep her company as she watched everyone have fun in the pool. Lee Ann never swam with others because of her long hair, afraid it would get tangled or pulled accidentally. "So, what do you think of them?" Jean asked her. "Stéphanie and Abigail are sure different from their sisters. They're more laid back, more real, I dare say. They're a perfect fit for their choice of work. As for Danielle and Leila, Barbie was exactly right. They remind me of her minus the years of experience. They will be formidable managers in the years to come." "Together they are an even better team than you can imagine." "Oh! Some of those people you won't talk about?" "Exactly. They are the kind of people one is lucky to have in one's life. They are beginning to feel as family as much as Ann and her wives are." "Then I count myself lucky by association and I hope to become friends with them too once I've explained my business plan to you all. Speaking of which, should we get that out of the way sooner rather than later?" "Let them have their fun with Kitty and Cam. And I'm sure Steph is comparing training with Barbie. These two are the best six-packs I've ever seen on a woman." "That's one of the things that first attracted me to her. I remember feeling funny when I watched her work out in her parents' gym. I was too young to understand what it meant, but I definitely felt like I needed to get to know her. She was my first crush, but she let me down gently. She had a big heart. Still does, if truth be told." "I know and she worships the ground you walk on." "I wouldn't go that far, but it's mutual. It took Cameron to open my eyes to the fact that I never fell out of love with her." "I'm not surprised. Karlie sings her praises. How does it feel to have Cam around more often?" "That's the best gift she's ever given me. I even leave the office earlier myself just because I know she'll be home and no one will call her in the evening or on the week-end." "Your reputation as a workaholic is suffering for it." "Laugh all you want but I don't give a damn." They talked some more, gossiping like any two co-workers occasionally did, until Jean was physically picked-up and thrown into the pool. Cam dried herself and sat on Lee Ann's lap to cuddle for a while. Since everyone was more or less wet, they sat at the table on the deck with cold bottles of Corona at hand. "Barbara and I heard through the branches that you were thinking of starting a logistics company. Could you tell us more of your plan?" Lee Ann asked Stéphanie and Abigail. After looking at each other, Abigail took the lead. "While we were looking for clients for the warehouse in Lachine, a major company heard of us and one of their V-Ps took us to lunch. They want to branch out in Montreal and are not satisfied with the service they got from various companies they dealt with over the years for punctual projects as they tested the market and the resources. Currently, everything goes through their Mississauga branch and they want to reduce their cost. They said they are willing to give us a try-out, figuring that a start-up would be eager to give then a better service to keep them. That's what gave us the idea. We're not sure we want to go with them on that basis, but we may do it just to have an assured income if only while we build our reputation." They waited as Lee Ann nodded while she absorbed their outline. "Barbara surprized them by picking up the thread of the discussion. "That doesn't tell us much about your goals. Will you only do customs brokerage? Will you offer warehousing services such as you already do in Lachine? Will you offer trucking services? Local delivery? Regional? Long haul? LTL or full loads only?" "Honestly, we're not exactly sure." Stéphanie answered. "In Lachine, we have three signed clients who are assigned a specific volume each. We offer them loading and unloading services as well as storage. If it was only up to us, for our logistics company, we would like to find a new warehouse for temporary storage as bulk loads are brought in and distributed to trucks for delivery, preferably with our own fleet. We would prefer to do long haul of full loads only, but we know it's not realistic so we would expect to have to do local and regional LTL. We want to try for the Montreal-Toronto corridor, but I have contacts on the Trans-Canada highway corridor as far as Sault-Ste-Marie." "But you would offer border crossing services for loads coming from or going outside the country?" Barbara insisted. "That goes without saying, but we would use established customs brokers. That's a speciality by itself and we're not competent to even think of competing with them." Stéphanie told her. Because they were watching for it, Ann and Jean saw Lee Ann discretely signal Barbara who put the file she had on the table back in her briefcase and pulled another one out. "Do you think you could work without half of your team for a couple of weeks? A month at the most?" Lee Ann asked Danielle and Leila. They looked at each other, then at their wives before answering. "The logistics of the project is well established between us. The renovations will begin with half a working team next Monday and the rest of the team will join them the following Monday. We expect to have the warehousing side ready to operate in three weeks at the most. Thanks to the HR team we inadvertently poached from you, we have almost all of our staff hired. We will be starting training in our procedures as soon as the first part of the warehouse is ready. Most of the equipment is already ordered and delivery is scheduled to begin in two weeks. Unfortunately, it will take a good chunk out of our starting operating capital since we don't have accounts with those companies. So, yes, we can work without them for a while," "Don't worry about those accounts. Barbara will take care of them. We'll back you. Okay, then." She turned to Steph and Abi. "We are faced with a dilemma and you could be our solution, a way to keep things in the family, so to speak. A while back, I heard from a business acquaintance about a major import-export company in Vancouver. He had no interest in it himself, but he knew I'm always on the lookout for green technology companies. So, I had them investigated. Jean wouldn't tell you, but that's where she was last week. We caught them with their pants down and now we can buy them for a song and if they won't sell, they're vulnerable to a hostile takeover. Secondly, there's a solar panel company in San Francisco which dropped in my lap last January. They were a research and development group who came up with a revolutionary product which they are wholly unequipped to produce and market. Let's just say I made them an offer they couldn't refuse but hey were so sure they could do better that they turned me down. I graciously wished them the best of luck and bowed out. Needless to say I kept an eye on them and discreetly let it be known in certain circles that I was interested in them. Don't frown. It's the kind of polite exchange of services colleagues do for each other. So, they got in touch with us and even accepted a revised offer which will give us full control of their company within six months of the buyout." "The start-up I can understand, but what about the established import-export business? Don't they have their own logistics setup?" Steph asked. "If Jean could, she would tell you that's where we caught them with their greedy hands in the cookie jar. They are gouging their clients from both ends with the transportation costs. We want to hire you as consultants with a generous salary and a full expense account for however long it will take you to set-up your own logistics. The San Francisco production will begin running in roughly four months and I already have a team researching the best markets for the product. Some of the production will stay in North America, but all indications are that most of it will go to Europe. We also have feelers in energy poor countries in Africa and Asia. As for the import-exporter, almost all of what the imports are for the Eastern America market." Lee Ann nodded to Barbara who brought out a second file. "Obviously, we wouldn't ask you to move out West, but once the Lachine operation is running, either Danielle or Leila could stay here while the other goes with you and the HR team..." She stopped when the four women got up as one. "Sorry, Lee Ann. It was nice of you to think of us with this opportunity, but we're not interested." Stéphanie growled, barely holding on to her manners. Lee Ann watched them walk away and join the others in the pool. Jean shook her head as Lee Ann looked at her, wondering what had just happened. "Didn't I tell you they are a better team than you can imagine?" Jean told her. "And here, barely an hour later, you proudly offer to break that team. What did you expect?" "They didn't even wait until I offered to back their business capitalisation?" "And you're still not listening. As Steph said, it was nice of you to think of them, but they really aren't interested nor should they be. If they need capitalisation, we can cover it and we don't need you either." Jean and Ann walked away too, stiff with anger. Cam came over when she saw her wife crestfallen after being so happy on the way to this meeting. She stood behind her, wrapped her arms around her neck and leaned on her. "What happened, darling?" She asked. "I... I don't really know, love." Lee Ann stammered, for once at a loss for words. "What do you say, Barbie. It was a perfect offer, wasn't it?" Barbara watched the women who had just turned them down so categorically. "You know, I'm beginning to think that's exactly why it didn't... couldn't work. We offered a business plan according to our needs to people who obviously have their own. You had them at the consultant gig and I would bet my shirt, if I was wearing one, that they would have flown back here every week-end. We lost them when you proposed to split them up, however temporarily it would have been. It just wasn't an option to them." "How do they expect to succeed in business if they are so intransigent?" Lee Ann asked, bewildered. "Perfectly well, I'm sure." Barbara told her. "Jean was right. Why do you think a whole HR team resigned before they even approached them for a job? They are great leaders. If I had the capital, I'd back them up myself with the full assurance of seeing my money back, with interests, whatever business plan they settle on." Lee Ann looked at her as if she had grown horns. "What should we do now? Go back home?" "Of course not, silly." Cam said as she began braiding her hair. "We're going to have some fun like normal people, then we'll eat a wonderful meal, all the while, making sure we don't lose our new friends' respect. When we get home, I'll take both of you to our bedroom and we'll make love until the sun comes up." Barbara put her hand on Lee Ann's arm. "She's right, you know. So we misjudged a business situation. It's not the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last. Let's enjoy ourselves and get to know these women better." When Cam was about done with braiding Lee's hair, she sent Barbie to get one of the scrunchies she kept in her purse for just such an occasion. If the air was tense at first, it quickly relaxed when Lee Ann goosed Stéphanie as she shouted "Tag!" and swam away... or tried to. She was hardly a body length away when she was swarmed by four laughing women which brought three more to the rescue, ineffective as it was since two of them could only jump of the back of two aggressors and hold on for dear life which was fun for Kitty since she chose her anchor points strategically. When the rest of the women decided to join the fray, things quickly devolved in a mêlée of friendly groping, goosing, fondling. Lee Ann was engaged in a match of nipple pinching with Jean when she nearly lost her footing as she felt two fingers invade her. Looking down, she found Cam grinning at her as she strummed her clit with her thumb. She reached down and held her wife so she could bring her to a quiet spot at the edge of the pool. Barbara joined them. She took Lee Ann in her arms to kiss her as she caressed her sensitive breasts. Cam took the opportunity to lift her leg over her shoulder to gain access to her pussy while still fingering Lee. None of them was surprized when they heard her moan and they looked down to see Kitty fingering her vigorously from the back as she pulled on her nipples seemingly harshly. The three women came in cascade as they often did. One's orgasm triggering the other's which took the last over the edge. Once they caught their breath, they collectively attacked Kitty to her obvious delight. Lee Ann sat Cam on the side of the pool so Kitty could devour her as she fingered her pussy while Barbie did the same to her ass. They kept at it until the two smaller women pleaded oversensitive orifices and asked for mercy. Barbara lifted Kitty out of the pool and, keeping her hand out of the water, joined her at the shower head installed a bit away from the pool and cleaned her ass and her own hand before taking her in her arms and kissing her deeply... then throwing her in the pool. They sat on the side of the pool to watch the other families enjoy themselves as they had done. That's when an anomaly occurred to Lee Ann. "Where are Carole and Anne-Marie?" "Jean said Carole painted all night and Anne-Marie stayed with her." Kitty told her. "It's getting to five to hungry." Barbie said. "Why don't go inside and start working on the salads?" They towelled themselves dry and walked in the house where they divided the tasks like a well-oiled cooking machine. Chapter 6 The next morning, Carole and Anne-Marie were still absent from the breakfast table. "Carole crashed around 11:00pm last night and they slept on the daybed." Kayla told them. "Early this morning, Anne-Marie took her downstairs for a quick shower and picked-up some fruit before taking her back upstairs." "We saw them." Julia said. "Carole was still in her trance." "I guess this means we take it easy today." Jean said. "I could use a break. Last week was murder." "Do you want to go back to bed, dear?" Kayla asked her. "Later, love. For now, I'd like to work on the drawing I started yesterday. Somehow, I feel like it's calling to me to finish it." "Funny you should say that." Ann said. "I have the same feeling." Maybe not so strangely considering the company, all the others expressed the same sentiment to various degrees. Not long after the women had fixed a quick lunch for themselves to eat as they kept drawing, Anne-Marie came downstairs. "She's done." She told them all before turning to Jean and Kayla. "You should join her. I'm not sure why, but this painting took a lot out of her." She watched them rush to their bedroom then opened her arms to her wives. "And I need you take a quick dip with me then take me in your arms for a much needed nap." As they walked out, she looked at the other four women. "If you want to join us, it would make me very happy." She tried her best so nobody saw her cry herself to sleep, but her wives knew they were tears of happiness. Some hours later, they smiled fondly as they watched Carole stuff herself with leftovers from the day before as Jean supported her with an arm around her shoulders. Kayla quietly gave them an idea of the amount of energy she expended when she worked for so long, not to mention that which she expended in the use of her unique Talent. "If you want to know just how much that is, I can show you the math." Ann told them seriously. "It's not so bad this time." Carole said weakly. "I don't know how, but I got a couple of boosts of energy, yesterday and again today, as far as I can tell." She stopped talking to take in some more food. "It's another one of those painting that comes out of the left field. The last thing I remember is watching Abigail, Kayla and Jean make love together, then we were all kneeling by them to share in that love. And I woke up in our bed." A few minutes later, she went on. "I've never done this kind of painting. It's a technique I not familiar with at all. I'm not sure how you'll all like it." "How can you say that, Baby Girl?" Jean kissed her temple as she continued eating. "I know we'll all love it." She wondered what she had just said when she saw Anne-Marie from the corner of her eye, grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat at her words. As expected, when Carole stopped eating, she almost fell face first in her plate, fast asleep. Jean carried her back to bed, Kayla at her side. The sun had gone down a while back and everyone was talking quietly in the living room or at the kitchen table when they heard a toilet flush followed by shouts of horror and much laughter. Then the water started running and soon the laughter was replaced by giggles, soft words and moans. The women shared smiles of relief that Carole was fully back among them. A light snack was already on the table when the three women arrived. "Hi, all!" Carole said gaily. "I'm sorry I missed the party yesterday." "That was quite a party, all right." Danielle laughed. "Who'd 'a thought Lee Ann and her wives loved to work in the kitchen. You should have seen them. They are really a great team." "I know." Carole grinned. "Did Cam tell you the story of the Asian Thanksgiving dinner? They've all been learning to cook together for years." "That Kitty is quite a character, too." Abigail laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone with so much energy. She spent the afternoon in the pool and she was still rearing to go when we were all stuffed and drowsy after an excellent supper." "I'll bet she was." Carole told her. "With four new gorgeous naked women to play with. I'm sure you've all been groped and fondled numerous times." "Yes, but how can you say no to that face." Danielle grinned. "I wanted to take her on my lap and cuddle all afternoon." "She'll be glad to know she's made another conquest." Carole said. "Under her playful and carefree manner, she's a very caring woman. She'll move the world for her friends and from what I hear, she adopted you all. You should be happy." "Oh, we are." Stéphanie hastened to say. "It's clear that they are a very happy and loving family. Even Lee Ann..." Carole put a hand on her arm. "Don't judge her too harshly. She means well. She's so used to being responsible for other people's welfare that she just has trouble looking past her vision of what's best for them. I'd bet anything that she was very proud of whatever she offered you and that, in her mind, it was something great for you." The four women looked at each other and back at Carole with a slightly sheepish look. "We may have overreacted a bit." Abigail admitted. "It's just that..." "Was there anything at all that looked good to you?" Carole asked softly. "Well, there was an offer for a short term consultant job that sounded interesting." Steph said. "It would have given us the opportunity to learn a whole other aspect of the transportation business, but the rest..." She stopped when Ann came back and dropped a file in front of her. "I swiped it from Barbie's briefcase." She said. "It did sound like a good opportunity even if I agree that the other part of her offer was poorly thought out." "But we already turned her down and quite harshly, I'm afraid." Steph admitted. "You turned down a business proposition, but you had fun with the woman." Jean told her. "As Carole said, she may come out strong, but her heart is in the right place." "Look it over and think about it." Ann said. "It's a fair and generous offer, I think. I'd only add the proviso that your plane tickets to and from the West Coast every week-end be included. She really needs help with this and she trusts you two to analyse the situation and give her the real facts so she can make an informed decision for the next step." "That's right." Jean went on. "The situation in Vancouver is a mess and you'll have your work cut out to redress it. Or at least come up with a practical solution so all she has to do is find the right people to apply it." "What do you say, love?" Abigail took Stéphanie's hand in hers. "We've come a long way from simple long haul truckers. Why not take another step?" Danielle and Leila came over to take their wives in their arms. Not a word was spoken out loud, but a faint luminosity surrounded them all. "We'll call her tomorrow." Stéphanie said at length. "The worst that can happen is that she'll say it's too late." "I'm sure it's not." Carole told her. "So, who wants to see my latest painting?" She was literally carried up to her studio where everyone stopped and gaped at the wonderful, vibrant painting on the easel. Misunderstanding their hesitation, Carole apologized. "I understand if you don't like it. The main house is almost a technical drawing and I've never done that. I'm afraid the proportions are all wrong. And..." Her next words were smothered under an avalanche of hugs and kisses, then, to her surprise, everyone ran out of the room. She was still stunned by the turn of events when they rushed back, proudly showing her the drawings they had been working on. To all intents and purposes, they were identical to her own painting. A large and majestic house, an elegant mix of Dutch and French colonial architecture topped by a hip roof on a varied plan with overhanging eaves covering the wraparound porch rose two stories high with a glassed monitor topping it. It was finished with fieldstones and what looked like cedar greyed with age. The roof was covered with dark green shingles matching the trimmings and shutters. What struck everyone the most was the sense of proportions given by the mature trees surrounding it. This was definitely not a single family dwelling. At the end of a walkway made of artistically set paving stones hung a sign that was swaying in the wind. The words 'Casa de Amor' were beautifully calligraphied on its face. Carole was right, the amount of details was incredible, but the house radiated warmth and hospitality nonetheless. The rest of the painting was in a different style, but it seemed to flow from the central house, a projection almost. One could see the shapes and some parts of a few houses but no more, they were so well integrated in the nature surrounding them. A sense of reverence permeated the studio as they all took in the meaning of the painting and that of the drawings they were holding in their hands. With tears flowing freely, they all went to Carole to hug and kiss her lovingly. "You are right. Thank you." Was the general consensus. The three families filed out, bringing the hushed atmosphere with them. When Stéphanie and her wives turned toward the sofa-bed, they were gently brought back into the fold as they all repaired to the oversized bed in the master bedroom. Ann and Jean had been right. When Stéphanie called Barbara to enquire if the consultant contract was still available, she was immediately put in a conference call with Lee Ann who assured her that it was indeed. She invited Stéphanie and Abigail to come over so they could get the complete file on the work to be done. Before either woman could ask, she told them that she had noticed something missing in the original contract: business class tickets each Friday afternoon and Monday morning so they could spend the full week-end with their wives. When they arrived at the office, they were ushered in Lee Ann's office where fresh cups of their favorite blend of coffee were waiting for them. Barbara joined them and they all sat in comfortable chairs around a low table on which were a thick file, two portable computers and two leather portfolios. Barbara asked them to open the portfolios and sign the non-disclosure agreement before they began to discuss the project. "It's standard procedure. We require it of everyone who works at your level. This file and much of the information you will be made privy to is extremely sensitive. If any of it was leaked before we finalize the deal currently in the works, it could mean millions of dollars lost for us. You can't even tell Danielle and Leila." "Then we have a problem again." Stéphanie told her, crestfallen. "We literally can't keep it from them." Barbara and Lee Ann looked at each other. "Oh! You too." Lee Ann said. "It's not a problem. We'll only ask that they sign a similar agreement. I must warn you that it is binding and that the penalties for breaking it are severe because of the consequences." "We understand." Abigail assured her. "You can trust them as you trust us." "Don't feel put upon." Barbara told them. "Carole and Kayla had to sign one for exactly the same reasons. As for Ann, let's just say she's something else entirely and leave it at that." "We really do understand. So, what do you need us to do exactly?" Steph asked. "In one word, everything." Lee Ann grinned. "As Jean's team found out, the whole transportation side of that business is bent coming and going. We need you to start from scratch, really. This file contains the details of their whole operation and all the scams they run. Once you've read it, burn it. There's a copy on your secure computers. We need you to research the transportation conduits from Asia to America and back though the export side is minor. We also need you to estimate the costs for transportation all over this continent. That's the first step. Be discreet in your inquiries. You can't let it be known why you are doing this research, which is why you're ideal for the job. You will look like you're doing it for your own company. We will need a progress report every week. You can use the flight time back to work on it. These computers are encrypted and protected in every way imaginable. As far as we know, Ann is the only one who ever broke through." "You're right, doing research for ourselves is a good cover. We'll do our best, but you must realize we don't know the first thing about maritime transport though with containers being so prevalent, it shouldn't be too hard to grasp." "We trust you to do what's needed. If you need contacts, let Jean know. She still has a skeleton team over there keeping an eye on our target." "That's it then. We'll study the material and get back to you before we leave." "Barbara will take you to the IT department. They will give you instructions on the security protocols. I'm glad to have you aboard, ladies." When Barbara returned, she went to Lee Ann's wet bar camouflaged as a cabinet and poured two small glasses of Irish whiskey. "That's another one we owe Ann, I'd bet. The file for the consultant project was missing from my briefcase." "I expected it, really. It was the only part of our presentation that interested them, after all. Thanks for the plane tickets idea. I should have thought of it myself." "If you could think of everything, I'd be out of a job." "That'll never happen, honey. Speaking of which, down that drink and get back to work, you sack of lazy bones." Barbara walked around Lee Ann's desk, hips swaying seductively and kissed her deeply. "That's not what you were saying last night." She said, licking her ear. Stéphanie and Abigail went to the Lachine warehouse and used the small office at the far end. When they were ready for a break if only to rest their eyes, Danielle and Leila brought them fresh mugs of coffee. "What a way to do business." Danielle exclaimed. "Did they really expect to get away with it?" "They have and nobody can do anything about it in fact." Stéphanie sighed. "They didn't put a gun to their client's heads to force them to sign those contracts. All they did was take advantage of people's laziness and trust when faced with something they don't know anything about. They made millions with it. All the sellers did was raise their prices to compensate for the high cost." "That's where Lee Ann expects to make her money." Abigail explained. "By lowering the shipping cost significantly, she'll assure herself of the shipper's loyalty and the buyers' too plus she'll open the market with the lower costs of the products. And, unless I'm mistaken, she already has her eye on a shipping company out there. What she needs from us are facts and figures to be in the best position to negotiate." "In a way, it's too bad we won't be getting some of that action." Leila sighed. "But our roots are here and we're barely getting started." "Don't fret about it, honey." Abi told her. "One step at the time. We need to get this operation going and be ready when Joce and Addy need us. They're working on the Ville St-Laurent building as they research the market. Joce told me that things are coming along fine. Addy splits her time between here and Nashville until Tom is ready to be on his own for longer periods of time." Steph laughed. "She envies our HR team, by the way. We may be able to generate some extra revenue by outsourcing their services to them." "We should have our basic staff filled by Wednesday. If Joce wants to meet with them Thursday and Friday to work out what they need, we could hire them out for a week to ten days." Leila told her. Steph nodded. "Good. Why don't you call her and set it up while we get back to this jumble of legal cons?" Thanks to the company's travel agent, they got seats on the first flight of the day out of Pierre-Elliot-Trudeau airport. They all had heavy hearts when the time came to separate, but Carole and Kayla had shown them all their tricks to stay in touch with Jean when she was away, so they still managed to smile through their goodbyes. When they arrived at their temporary office hours early, Danielle and Leila expected to be out of sorts, but when the team arrived, they found that they had gone through a surprizing amount of work on their training and procedures manuals. They grinned at each other when they realized that their link was still there, regardless of the distance. As an experiment, they held hands and projected all their love through it. Seconds later, they laughed with happiness as it was returned. When Jocelyne arrived Thursday morning and Danielle gave her the service contract, she signed it readily. She had done her due diligence and knew the rates were more than competitive. After lunch, she took the team with her to work out of their building since she needed to be there while Addison was away. As was their custom, one of the two women spent most of her time in the warehouse, supervising the half-team preparing the basic divisions between client sections while the other manned the phones and worked on the documentation they would need the next week. Since both liked to get their hands dirty and wore the appropriate clothes, they quickly became part of the team. They worked hard and weren't put off by off-color jokes. Danielle even managed to make the tough butch blush with a particularly scabrous story she once heard her Mama tell her partner when they thought she couldn't hear them. It seemed that cop stories could top construction workers'. All in all, it was a very productive week crowned by meeting Stéphanie and Abigail at the airport before driving home together. The following Monday, Éric brought machinery to replace the flimsy fences around the property to make it C-TPAT Approved. The electricians got to work to set up the new lighting and heating installations. They also prepared the high voltage outlets at the lifts recharge stations and the wiring for the loading dock plates. Finally, they brought in the wiring for the offices though they would be the last to be worked on after the employees' changing rooms complete with showers and a spacious lunch room. When the warehouse area was done, they completed the work prepared the week before, closing in the sections and doing the final assembly of the high storage racks. Éric even managed to detail a team to help out with the dock plates. Since they had to jack-hammer part of the dock to install the machinery, redo the cement and wait for it to cure, it accelerated the process significantly. Thursday, Leila met with suppliers to finalize service contracts. One of those was the vending machines distributor who had been recommended by Ann. He was a member of her boss' family and gave impeccable service, guaranteeing the freshness of his food. Another was the owner of a security company who had been recommended by Lee Ann. His company was bonded and serviced many trucking yards, so he had a staff familiar with the procedures for managing truck traffic in and out of a yard. When Leila asked him about his turnover, he laughed. "I have to force them into retirement at 70." He told her. "If you're worried about occasional security agents trying to screw you over, don't be. You may have a small rotation in the first few weeks or months, but they'll settle in and nobody will be able to dislodge them from your yard." When she showed him the procedures book she had prepared, he was impressed. "Can I keep this copy? I already have a management staff in mind for you and I can give it to them right away. Do you know that you already have a decent reputation even though you're not in operation yet? A couple of the people you hired are friends or family with some of my people and word is that you're good people. If you're looking for shift foremen, I know of at least two with lots of experience who are currently out of work because of downsizing at their company." Yet another was a security expert. Ann had asked to be present when he came in. Within minutes, they completely lost Leila with their technical jargon so she left them alone. They met with the electricians' foreman and walked around the warehouse discussing security issues, counter-measures and installation techniques. After an hour, Éric had to take his foreman by the collar and drag him back to work. When Ann popped in to tell Leila that she was going to the man's office to work on schematics with him, she was grinning from ear to ear. Friday afternoon, Danielle made appointments with the two shift foremen the man from the security company had recommended. The first was a fine man who fit in perfectly with their workplace philosophy, so she hired him on the spot. The second was another matter. He was a bully who relied on threats and punishment to get his people working. Dani tried to get rid of him politely, but he insisted that she needed him, going as far as telling her that such a fine little lady couldn't possibly know what real men needed in a leadership position. She was already on her feet, ready to throw him out using the dirty tricks her mother had taught her to fight his kind of blubber and bluster bully when the office door slammed open and Éric stormed in. He slammed his huge hand on the man's neck and squeezed. Try as he might to resist, the man sank to his knees in seconds, teary eyed and whimpering. "Are we going to have any more trouble from you?" Éric growled menacingly. When the man only managed to shake his head, Éric used his grip to lift him off the ground and carry him to the door to throw him out in the middle of a crowd of angry construction workers. Needless to say he was badly bruised by the time he landed on the sidewalk outside the yard. "I could have taken him." Danielle told Éric forcefully, still high on adrenaline induced rage. He had seen this too often before in the army and spoke to her gently. "I don't doubt it for a moment, D, but it's bad form for the boss to engage in a scuffle with riffraff. Save it for those who really need it. There are enough people who care about you to handle his type." "I... I suppose." Dani sat back, deflated as the retreating rush left her drained. "There's someone out there all out of sorts with worry. Do you want me to send her in?" "She's already... Yes, please. And close the door." Leila's comforting presence on her lap went a long way toward calming her and restoring her energy. Soon after, they left the yard for Éric to lock up when he was done and went to get a drink at the airport hotel while they waited for their wives' plane to land. That evening, Carole and Kayla were worried when Jean went to her office and closed the door rather than eat supper with them all. They were doubly worried when she gently but firmly shut them out pleading that she had business calls to make. They did their best to hide their agitation, but their friends picked up on it nonetheless. "I hope she's not angry because of the incident at work." Danielle worried. "It's not..." Kayla began, then decided that she'd better share her real feelings if they were all to become an extended family. "I'm afraid so, dear. You have to understand that she's an alpha, a protector and now that we're all a family, you fall under her umbrella of care." "But I wasn't in any danger. I could have taken him easily." Danielle protested. "That's not the point, honey. By now, I'd bet anything that she's been in touch with Ann and that some kind of action is underway. The best we can do is support her when she comes down. Unless I miss my guess, she'll just..." Before she could finish, Jean came down with her keys in hand and kissed them all goodbye before rushing out. "I realize I haven't known her long, but I've never seen her like this." Stéphanie said. "That's her action mode." Carole explained. "She gets like that, cold as steel and hot as an acetylene torch. I can't tell who the target of her anger is, but someone is in for a rough time." "So, who's hungry?" Kayla laughed. "These two will have their fun, but we don't have to starve while they do." Later, Jean called in to say that she'd sleep at Ann's because they had early meetings the next day and it would save time on the commute. Saturday morning, they were lounging by the pool when the patio door slid open and their three friends came out. "Hi there, fellow widows of the vendetta." Anne-Marie greeted them. "Our two dark avengers are on the warpath, so we figured that we might as well join you for some fun in the sun." When she saw Danielle's expression of misery, she went to her and sat on her lap. "Don't fret, darling. These two are our very own dispensers of justice, our Lone Ranger and Sargent Fury all rolled in two sexy packages. Don't worry about that awful man. Éric took care of him. I'm sure their target is much loftier and nothing anyone of us can do will stop them until the wrong they identified is righted to their satisfaction. Don't you just love them?" "I... I suppose so." Danielle stammered, unsure what events her experience had set in motion. "Trust me, you'll love it when they're done with whatever they're doing." Not long after, the doorbell rang. Anne-Marie, Ryanna and Julia 'looked' and started laughing. "Why don't you get that, Danielle?" Anne-Marie told her. "It's partly for you. No, you don't need to get dressed." Minutes later she came back out with Cam and Kitty who rushed to Carole. "Can anyone explain to me what's going on, please?" Cam pleaded. "Jean and Ann barged in earlier and sequestered themselves with my wives in Lee's office. Then they all ran out, telling me not to wait for them." It took a while, but she finally made sense of the string of events. She went to sit with Danielle and took her hands. "Don't worry, dear." She told her. "My Lee is like that too when she feels someone she cares about has been hurt or wronged. Now the four of them are out there fixing things. Maybe I should text Lee or Barbie to let them know where I am." "I already did while I was waiting for you to get nakid." Kitty crowed from where she was cuddled with Carole. "It's a wonder she's ever dressed at all." Cam sighed. "Sometimes we have to tie her up in the playroom when we have important guests over. Of course, sometimes we do it just for fun too." She giggled. That led to another round of explanations and lots of laughter when Cam threatened to spank Kitty and Julia offered her own ass instead. Ryanna and Cam ended up exchanging and demonstrating techniques to everyone's enjoyment. The four women arrived around 8:00pm and were immediately surrounded by laughing women who promptly undressed them while they were hugged and kissed. Outdoors, they were lifted on strong shoulders and paraded around the backyard... before being unceremoniously dumped in the pool. As a fine supper was placed before the returning heroines, the others waited impatiently for the story of their day. They strung them along as long as they could, but soon the pressure got to be too much for them. "Okay, okay." Lee Ann tried to pacify her wife who had just threatened to take her across her knees in front of everybody. "It was all their idea anyway. We were only along for the ride." She grinned pointing to Ann and Jean who were submerged by loving bodies. "We didn't do much, really." Jean said modestly. "We only paid a visit to the man who recommended the bully to you, Danielle. He quickly saw how wrong he was to have done so. Of course, his wife being there when we explained the situation to him may have played a role in his decision to rip the service contract with you on the spot." ""He's going to have a nasty surprise on Monday, though." Ann grinned. "One of his high officers in charge of the trucking yards will suddenly retire for family reasons and I suspect you'll have a number of résumés from experienced security guards in your email in-box when you get to work." "And since you don't want to be bothered with managing the security staff." Barbara beamed. "First thing Monday morning, incorporation papers will be filed. We hired a General Manager for the new company. At first, we tried to hire your mothers, Danielle and Leila, but Jolène is busy with the drug task force and doesn't want to quit. She recommended a Commander from the SQ who is preparing to retire. She has only good words for him as a manager and a human being. He'll accelerate the process and will be at work full-time in two weeks. He'll be in touch with your officer in charge over the next week for the initial set-up." "We had so much fun today that we all volunteered to be on your Board of Directors and voted you and Leila co-Chairwomen and named you co-CEOs of the company. All you have to do now is to come up with a name for your security company." Lee Ann concluded. "But we can't afford all that." Danielle protested. "Of course you can, honey." Ann told her. "We drew up the service contract and your warehousing company will hire your security company at the same rate you would have paid in the first place." "Your Board will guide you on how to manage your profits." Jean said. "If things work out as we think, you may have other inquiries for your services in the near future." "When your company is up and running, some of those inquiries will come from companies I own outright and I'll let be known that I recommend your services. You remember the exchange of services I told you about? This is another example." "We'll never have time to manage that second company." Leila complained. "We have so much work ahead of us already." Barbara took her hand. "Of course you will, sweetheart. You own the company, you don't manage it. You have a General Manager for that and you'll help him hire the staff he needs by hiring out your HR team services to him. Then you set policy and read progress reports to see if you need to make adjustments." "In fact, this may be another business opportunity." Jean told them. "You already hired out your HR team to Jocelyne and Addison. You could consider setting up a HR service. The Senior Team Manager who trained them and is unofficially your HR department Manager is very experienced and I wouldn't hesitate to put her in charge of the new company." "That's too much, too fast." Danielle complained. "We're almost done in Vancouver." Stéphanie held her. "A couple more weeks, and we'll be here with you full-time. We learned a lot that will help us later on." Turning to Lee Ann, she went on. "In fact, we looked at the situation in San Francisco and since they will start from scratch, things will be relatively easy to set-up. We sent you a preliminary outline. As for Vancouver, we're waiting to hear from a contact in Taiwan and another in a maritime company. Then all we'll need to do will be to complete our inquiries on a couple of trucking companies and confirm train rates and procedures for containers. So the West Coast hub should be set-up on paper soon." "We met a man who could potentially be interesting to you to get things running and to manage the project." Abigail told Lee Ann. "He's not happy where he is, but he has an excellent reputation all over the transportation industry out there." "Is it Mr. Wang?" Jean asked. "Great call, ladies. I met him when I was there and I agree that he'd be a serious candidate." "It may look like a lot right now." Lee Ann told Danielle and Leila. "But they're only projects for the moment. Get your core enterprise running first and we'll talk about them later." Ann and Jean laughed. "She's reasonable now, but we had to sit on her this afternoon. She only outlined a few of the projects she put in your file. That bright mind is scary when she gets going." "Why do you think I love her?" Barbara asked drolly. "And check out the package for the mind." "She *is* wonderful." Cam said as she gazed in Lee Ann's eyes dreamingly, then pulled Barbara in for a family hug. "And so are you, Barbie. I love your mind too." When the Health Store inventory started rolling in, most of the kinks had been worked out and the Lachine warehouse was a well-oiled operation. Since some of the products arrived or were produced at one end or the other, there was a need for transportation between the two warehouses. So the women used their own truck at first, but Steph and Abi had to roll as a team so they weren't gone most of the week though one of then occasionally took either Danielle or Leila along for the ride, but it quickly became obvious that they needed to put a second truck on the road. "Hiya, Frenchie! How's life treating you these days?" "Hey, Brenda! I'm fine and you? Still doing California in team?" "Sadly no. My partner dumped me for a newer model. You know. The old story." "So, where are you now? Still on the road?" "What do you think? I'm not a kept woman like you. I need to work. I'm home today doing a log reset, but I'll be back on the road tomorrow. I have a load for Atlanta." "You're working single?" "You know it, Sugar, and it's a sad thing. The only work I can get is regional." "What if I offered you a regular run between Montreal and Nashville? Door to door. A single customer. From one warehouse to the other." "What's the catch, Frenchie? Not a lot of mileage? Low wage?" "Come on, Brenda, you know me better than that. You'll be driving one of my trucks. There's enough flow of goods to keep you on the road full-time as a single, but it wouldn't be worth it for a team. I may even have to do a run now and again if there's an overflow or when you go on vacation. Otherwise the contract is all yours. When you have to stop here for a reset, I can put you up with friends until my house is built. After that, I'll have a guestroom with your name on it." "If you were here, I'd ask you to pinch me since I can't pinch you anymore. Still monogamous?" Stéphanie laughed heartily. "Wait until we meet. You're in for quite a few surprises." "I can't wait. So, Frenchie, do you want me to fly to Montreal or are you coming this way." "I'll be there in three days with Abigail in your brand new truck and our wives will fly in to help complete the set-up of the larger warehouse out of which you..." "YOUR WIVES? Are those the surprises you mentioned? How many do you have?" "If you mean our core family, it's just the four of us, but we're part of an extended family of eleven women... officially. We are very close with some more." "You're killing me, girl. Maybe I should become a card carrying lesbian. I could get used to having all that pussy." "It's not as easy as all that. We'll talk when we get there." "You bet your sweet ass we will. I'm doing the Atlanta run because I'd go crazy sitting here dreaming about all the sex you must be having while I have to be satisfied with good ol faithful, but I'll empty my truck as soon as I get back." "Don't worry, Sugar. The job is yours." "I'll see you two in three days then. Give me a call when you arrive." "See ya soon, girlfriend." Thanks to the experience they garnered in Lachine and with Mario's help, the renovation and set-up in Nashville went along at a good clip. Éric flew down as project manager which helped a lot too. Ann took a couple of days off and flew down with Anne-Marie. As a surprise, they brought Carole with them. Unsurprisingly, Ann immediately immersed herself in the technical side of the renovations. So Abigail took Anne-Marie, Carole and either Danielle or Leila as they were available and showed them the tourist attractions as well as the fun side of the town known only to locals. They experimented with the local cuisine, choosing a different restaurant every evening. Needless to say that the Sunday weekly supper at the Jackson's was a lively affair while they were there. They were gathering information on the local security agencies when they received a call from Paul Leclaire, the General Manager of the ADLS Security Agency. He told them about a DEA Regional Manager from the North Eastern District with whom he had worked with years earlier and stayed friends with. He told them that the man had been wounded during a raid and been forced to retire. When Paul mentioned his current position, his friend expressed interest in the work. So Paul gave his name and references at the last Board of Directors meeting. The Directors immediately jumped on it and researched the possibility of creating a satellite operation down south which was just fine with the man who had trouble with the cold weather since his injury. He told them that they could expect more details soon. In fact, Jack Gibson flew in the next day with Barbara and things picked up from there. He used his law enforcement contacts shamelessly and had a full roster within a week. While he was taking care of that, Barbara set-up the legal and administrative side of the operation thanks to their Dallas company and its contacts in Tennessee. Barbara flew back after five days and Jack a week later to prepare for his permanent move south. Danielle and Leila stayed in Nashville for an extra couple of weeks and Steph and Abi flew in with Joce, Addy and Mrs. Lafontaine for a grand Thanksgiving party since they wouldn't be coming down for the holidays. Everyone stepped in to help with Southern and Québécois traditional dishes. Jocelyne made a friend for life with Abi's vegetarian brother by preparing dishes with Island products and spices for which Addison and she had secured exclusive import rights for the next five years. Mrs. Lafontaine decided to stay over an extra week. The reunion of the full extended family was a happy affair after the two months Danielle and Leila were gone and many of the others had flown in and out for days or weeks on end though they had all kept in touch as closely as modern technology permitted. On December 9^th, the family corporation signed the final property transfer documents on a huge domain in Ste-Marthe, just outside St-Lazare. At first, Steph, Abi, Dani and Lei had been weary when they saw the price of the land and the cost of the huge mansion they planned to build on it, but Ann and Anne-Marie explained their particular financial situation and, to sweeten the pot, Lee Ann, Barbara and Cam bought a piece of the land to build a four-season chalet at an exorbitant mark-up which Lee Ann refused to negotiate downward. The rest of Ryanna and Julia's original extended family also bought a piece of land so they would have a secondary house near their friends. First epilogue Over the months, Tia and Mia's parts often had the impression that they weren't alone in their refuge but they wisely didn't inquire too closely. One day, Ryanna and Julia were roaming the temperate forest in cat form as they loved to do. After an invigorating chase after squirrels which were always just out of reach, they were sitting, grooming themselves and each other when they sensed a by-then familiar presence nearby. The only sign of their awareness was the involuntary twitching of the tip of their tails. '*Why are you the only two who regularly manifest in this physical form?*' '*Because it is as natural to us as the other.*' '*We have been manifesting it since we were very young.*' '*What is young?*' '*Physicals have to go through a maturing process. Young is the first stage.*' '*I like this form. It processes the... environment more fully.*' '*It only seems so. It is simply different. For example, visual cues are better under dim light, but it processes colors poorly.*' '*It is also nearly impossible to talk. We can only manage simple auditory cues. It is quite inefficient.*' '*But why would you need to 'talk'?*' '*It is the way with us physical. It is limited by itself so we supplement it with visual cues we call body language.*' '*We also produce emanations which give olfactory cues to enhance our communication.*' '*A uselessly convoluted method of communication. This is so much better, fuller in tones and sub-tones, purer.*' '*We agree and we use it often as we believe your physical manifestations do in a different manner.*' '*I have become aware of these projections of myself in the physical universe. It is disturbing. I observe them from time to time.*' '*We love them dearly. We would like to get to know you better.*' '*I have observed how you partially merge with them. It is troubling, but I have noticed an intense energy reaction.*' '*It is called pleasure and when shared on a deeply personal level, it is also called love.*' '*The more intimate this sharing, the more powerful the emanations. We have even posited that some of them even reach your realm.*' '*They do. That is how I became aware of my projections.*' '*Will you manifest for us? We would like to interact with you on our level so you may get to know us better and understand your projections.*' '*I am manifesting now. I took this form from your... dreams and found it pleasing. It closely resembles yours.*' The two calico cats looked around, searching the forest with all their senses. '*We do not perceive you. Will you show yourself to us?*' The cats jumped high in the air when a black panther landed mere feet before them. Instinctively, they crouched, quivering as they fought their deeply atavistic reflexes to fight or flee. The panther looked at them quizzically, tilting its head from one side to the other, trying to make sense of their reaction, then it tensed in the same manner, looking toward the sound of a large mass crashing through the woods with a loud roar of aggression and defiance. Immediately, Ryanna and Julia went to stand before Una and urgently projected reassurance as strongly as they could. An immense grizzly bear and a huge pit bull crashed through the undergrowth and stopped in their tracks, trying to make sense of the scene before them and the mixed signals they had received. '*Everything is fine. There is no danger.*' '*This is Una. She surprised us a little. That is all.*' '*You can resume cuddlier forms.*' '*Please.*' The dog head butted the bear on the side and was replaced by Anne-Marie's favorite pure white Persian cat. With a last deep rumble, the bear morphed in a white Siberian tiger. '*Thank you, love, but not your best effort at diplomacy.*' '*Neither is a black panther, as beautiful as she is.*' '*Please. For us.*' The tiger shifted from mature female-sized to cub-sized. '*Thank you.*' the calicos sauntered to their mates and rubbed themselves all over them. '*We are sorry, Una. You startled us when you jumped down from the tree branch and we reacted instinctively. It is the result of a very long evolution in hostile environments.*' '*Oh! Should I reduce my size as the huge one did?*' '*Only if you want to. Now that our surprise is past, we do not mind. You are very beautiful just as you are.*' '*I find this form pleasing. That is why I chose it.*' To reduce the effect she deduced from their reaction to her chosen image, Una laid on her side and tried her best to look unintimidating. The four cats walked to her and repeated the socialisation process. '*I see what you meant by body language and emanations. I find it highly pleasing. May I reciprocate?*' '*We would be happy if you did. This is called socializing for beings of this form. It is a way to bond as a group.*' '*We understand that this is a complex physical and emotional process. Feel free to look in our thoughts to gather information at any time.*' '*Are you certain? It is a very personal intrusion.*' '*We would be happy to help you understand. If it makes you feel better, ask for our permission.*' '*I would be more... comfortable with that. May I?*' '*You may.*' '*Oh. Oh!*' The panther joyfully rubbed her head against the furry bodies surrounding her. When she saw how she was pushing them around, she reduced her size to theirs and soon was engaged in a playful tangle of loudly purring feline forms. After playing for a while, they all laid down. Una was holding the tiger cub between her front paws and was licking its head. The white Persian was stretched over her, purring loudly, while the calicos flanked her closely. When they all settled down except for the occasional friendly lick, Una asked where Tia was. '*I can sense her, but this manifestation is limited in its perceptions.*' '*Tia likes to take to the air sometimes. Carole says she likes the different perspective. We prefer to stay closer to the ground.*' '*Her favorite form is a peregrine falcon.*' '*May I?*' '*You may.*' '*Oh. Oh!*' Una disengaged gently from the furry mass and stepped aside. The small-scale panther was replaced by full-sized adult female golden eagle. It stood there for a moment, broad, long wings with somewhat finger-like indentations on the tips spread wide open as it peered into the sky above. Mia's parts admired its majestic dark brown form, with the lighter golden-brown plumage on its napes then it crouched a little and, with a powerful thrust with its legs and mighty wing beats, took to the air to fly in a wide spiral, with five or six wing flaps interspersed with two to three seconds glides to gain height. They heard a loud screech as dark streak pulled out of a high speed stoop from one side of the eagle to rise on the other. In the next minutes, they saw it multiply aerobatics around the rising bird until they were too high to follow clearly. '*Well, that is that. Anyone else hungry?*' '*Think they will join us?*' '*Now that Tia has found someone to fly with? Yeah, right.*' '*Now, do not get snippy, missy. I could eat you in a single bite.*' '*Oh, darling. You just know how to sweet talk a girl. Ladies, you can start without us.*' The calicos watched the grizzly amble away in the forest with the white Persian snuggled to its neck as it perched on its massive shoulder. '*Roasted squirrel, love?*' '*Yuck! I will take my hamburgers medium rare, thank you.*' Over time, Una manifested more and more often, studying the socialization processes in their various forms, but she never manifested in human form. When asked why not, she repeated that it was too complex and needed more study. They stopped asking afraid to add to the psychological trauma of her first experience with a human body. They enjoyed her company and she needed to 'ask' less and less often as she began to grasp the more complex human behaviors, emotional as well as physical. They never balked even when she asked deeply personal questions or when she observed their intimate interactions. Occasionally, Una let slip that she was spending more time observing her physical manifestations, even admitting that she found their actions and emanations fascinating. On Christmas morning, after visiting with Sylvie on her beach and playing with Jaylie and Kaydie until they were exhausted and Karlie and Jade translated them back for a nap, they moved to their cabin where they reflected on the eventful year they had just lived and dreaming of where the future would take them. "We've got company, ladies." Carole said softly as she nodded toward the lake where they could see a dark shape cleave through the water effortlessly with perfect free-style form. When it reached the shallows, it rose out of the lake to pose like a goddess appearing to mere mortals. Though they didn't have a frame of reference, she had to be well over six feet tall. As she raised her hands to her close cropped black hair, they could admire the effect of the crystalline water sluicing off the glistening unblemished ebony skin covering the lithe body of a savannah huntress. The artless gesture drew their eyes to her strong long-fingered hands and well-defined arm muscles. It also thrust forward small firm breasts topped with hard near-black nipples and aureolae.and stretched perfectly sculpted muscles to tautness. As she made her way to the shore, they watched flaring hips gradually rise out of the lake, then a bald mound with protruding lips and a clearly, even from the distance, prominent clit and, finally, powerful legs. When Una looked up to the mesmerized women on the wooden deck, her expressive face with its perfectly chiseled features couldn't hide her pleasure at their reaction to her manifestation. Her black heavy lidded eyes with long thick lashes looked at them with a glint of satisfaction at the success of her entrance. A classic patrician nose and high cheekbones surmounted blood-red fleshy lips seemingly set in a perpetual pouty smile. She made her way regally to the stairs and they got to watch her gradually be revealed again until she stood before them, feet spread, hands on her hips. Una posed for long minutes, absorbing the many levels of the women's reactions with all the senses at her disposal before throwing her head back and letting out a deep heartfelt laugh and opening her arms to them. "Well, ladies? Is this the way you make a girl feel welcome?" Her rich mellifluous voice flowed like honey, stroking the mind which interpreted its message. She was laughing again as she gathered her friends to her bosom and expressed her love to them using all of her body's functions and emanations. They were all crying with Joy when Mia and Tia replaced them in Una's arms. "You're trying too hard, sister." Mia told her. "They are only physicals, after all." "Just tone it down a little so you don't overwhelm their senses." Tia grinned. "I thought I had done it right." Una pouted. "You have, love." Mia assured her. "You are perfect. All you need to do is dial it back on the pheromones. You've got it down pat, but their senses are only equipped to deal with subtle emanations." "I can do subtle." Una beamed. "I've been practicing." "How did you come up with this form?" Tia asked her sister. "I know it was unfinished, but it doesn't look like what Carole was trying to do." "I believe it is called 'fantasy'. I found it in a recurring dream my physical manifestations share." "Oh, the naughty girls." Tia giggled. "Can you bring back your parts, please?" Una pleaded. "My Abigail manifestation has a powerful dream she needs to share with your... with Kayla and Jean." When she was again surrounded by the women she had come to know, she took Kayla and Jean's hands and put them over her heart. "You have given my... Abigail a great gift and she has been sad that she could not repay you for it." She told them. "Will you allow me to do it for her?" "I don't understand why she would be sad. She has repaid us tenfold and more by showing and freely giving us her love over and over again." "It is one of those things I don't fully grasp. I saw it in her dreams and it has significant meaning for her." "Then it will be our privilege to make love with you, Una." Kayla reached to put her hand behind Una's neck so she could bring her mouth within reach, but instead strong hands cupping her buttocks lifted her smoothly. She marveled at the heat radiating from the perfectly smooth skin pressed against hers. She gasped at the length, flexibility and gentleness of the tongue that met hers. She felt as if she was caressed over every bit of her mouth. As one hand held her easily, the other caressed her, setting every inch of skin it touched on fire until she could only hang on as she tried to make sense of the deluge of sensations and the accompanying emotions assaulting her... She felt she was losing her grasp on her essence until only her desire to give of herself remained. As she felt she couldn't stem the ebb of energy from her core before she was left an empty husk, a glorious flow replenished her fully and more. She smiled weakly when she felt soft lips kiss her cheeks dry as her heart resumed a more normal size in her chest. "I'm sorry, dear heart." A soft voice whispered in her ear. "She was loving you as I love you, but it was too much of a good thing. I didn't mean to hurt you." "You did not hurt me, Abi. I love you just as much. I only wish there was a way for me to express it properly." "You have, darling. For a moment, Una took you in with us, but you're not ready for it yet. Maybe someday..." "Will you make love to me, Abi?" "It has been my fondest wish, love." Kayla refused to open her eyes because, though her senses recognized Una's body gently lowering her on a soft, warm surface, her soul knew that it was Abigail who was making love to her. She recognized her beloved Jean's body molded at her side as Una covered her lightly. The three of them kissed and caressed each other for what seemed like an eternity, but she still whimpered at the loss when Una raised herself. Then Jean replaced her to slowly lower herself on her straining member. Then the surface she was lying on shifted somewhat and Jean was leaning forward as her legs were lifted and Kayla felt a soft/hard penis sheet itself gently in her. They stayed like that for another eternity, but this time, she smiled as the circumstances changed and Jean slowly raised and lowered herself on her while the male attribute moved, giving her the impossible sensation of being caressed with feather light touches over every inch of her inner surfaces while its harness stroked her. All the while, a cocoon cradled her, enveloped her with a profound sense of peace and the absolute certainty that she was loved and always would be. When she wrapped her arms around Jean, she also held Abigail. When she thrust into Jean, Abigail made love to her. As had happened the first time, their orgasm was a union of body and soul as they exchanged the energies of their inner selves, becoming one then the other and the other until only their love remained. For the rest of her days, Kayla would never be able to describe the fullness of the experience. Second epilogue As Abigail, Kayla and Jean slept the Sleep of the Just in one of the main house guestrooms, the rest of their extended family cuddled in bed, on the couch or under the stars, reflecting on the extraordinary experience they had shared. Anne-Marie held Carole who was crying softly, overwhelmed by the sea of images and emotions she was sailing on without being able to settle upon any until a loving presence embraced her and took her with it inside one. In the morning, she would bring her extended family to her studio and unwrap one of the first paintings she had ever done, the first inspired by her talent while it was still in its wild phase. One of the only three paintings she had brought back from her stay in Paris. She had always thought of it as a surrealist piece, but she now knew that it didn't resolve the previously contradictory conditions of dream and reality as that movement pretended to do. Quite the opposite. They would be the first to see it because she now understood that it is the most accurate rendition possible of a different universe. Stéphanie, Danielle and Leila cuddled before the fireplace as they shared the Joy of now consciously being part of an elite community of Sisters. They were also conscious of being integral elements of Una and knew they could call on her at any moment and be United in her love. Ann, Julia and Ryanna sat at the table where they had eaten so many times and tried to find stars through the light cover of clouds as they reflected. "Don't strain your neurons on this one, love. It's beyond even you." Ryanna said softly. "Even I will only observe her and try to record what I can just for the pleasure of getting to know her." "I know." Ann sighed. "This stands far above any experience I've ever lived. The rest only pales in comparison." "Don't throw in the towel yet." Julia grinned. "The rest of our life is only beginning. Remember when we thought Mia would be alone for all of her life."

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With the list of kinks ready to go, it was only a matter of time before something took the panel away; indeed, it was barely even ten seconds before it began to slide back into the ground, though mercifully not with the tiles as well that time around. Azure still took a couple of tentative steps back just to be sure, only to find herself tripping over her own tail and falling backwards and headfirst into a pool of water. How exactly the wall behind her, the one that was supposed to lead back outside, had vanished completely was anyone’s guess; the snake was far past the point where she had any interest in making sense of what was happening, so sudden spatial distortions? Perfectly fine as far as she cared. Flailing around in her inelegant attempts at swimming upwards, Azure would soon break through the surface and into what looked to be an olympic-sized swimming pool. There were bleachers on both sides of it, with an immense window covering the far wall; it was nighttime in that weird dimensional pocket, with the interior lit by bright, ceiling-mounted lamps. All in all, it had the trappings of a perfectly regular swimming pool, if not for having shown up from literally nowhere. Dragging herself up from the water took quite a while, given her already prodigiously-endowed nature; swimming with a pair of breasts large enough to cover a significant portion of her chest was bad enough, and adding a set of nuts of equal size made it even worse. At least her shaft was still kept safely inside of herself… though that was soon to change, for she wasn’t alone in there. Tim was next to her, even if they hadn’t been a mere second before. One moment, Azure was completely alone; the next, she blinked, and the lynx was right next to her, completely naked and floating in the air. The shock of seeing them appear from nowhere was only slightly tempered by the lynx appearing to be quite different from their usual self: rather than the egregiously curvaceous body they normally sported, they were completely flat, featureless between the legs, and their face had been molded into a shape that made it significantly difficult to guess which side of the biological aisle they were meant to be sitting in that day. Plus, they were floating, which was… odd. To say the least. “How do you like my new place?” they spoke up, apparently preferring to skip introductions completely, “Been working on it for a while, I apologize for the landing; you were supposed to show up sitting on one of the seats, but uh… yeah, you know.” No, she didn’t know. If anything, Azure was more confused than ever, especially once the lynx flew over to above her head. “Anyway, if you came around, then that can only mean one thing,” they carried on, thoroughly nonplussed by their guest’s obvious confusion, “you wanted to take up my offer, didn’t you~?” “W-well, yeah!” the snake found the courage to respond, “I just… didn’t expect… this?” “No one ever does!” the lynx chuckled, performing a few twirls before landing next to their not-so-little experiment, “Now, I presume I don’t have to run you through the rules again? Good, fantastic” - the follow-up came too quickly for Azure to say anything, leaving her slightly stumbled over what she was supposed to do next - “in which case, we’re moving straight to the first challenge! But first… a treat.” The cat extended their hand towards the snake, revealing a small piece of candy on its palm. Not thinking too much of it, the snek took it and proceeded to chomp it down in just a couple of bites; it was smooth, tasted of milk and sugar, and left her feeling surprisingly full. Quite full. So full that it took her a bit to realize it wasn’t her stomach sending her those signals. “The rules for this challenge are quite simple, really,” the lynx giggled, snapping their fingers and freeing Azure from the oppressive grip of clothing, “you manage to get to the other end of the pool without stopping and I’ll award you points for performance! You can then spend them however you like, the only rule being tha-” “I can’t shrink myself’” the snek cut through. “Oh no, you can do that” - Tim approached their prey, smiling like a lunatic - “but trust me when I say: you won’t want to~” With that, they vanished in a puff of smoke, reappearing on the far end of the pool and waving at Azure to come over as quickly as possible. Already the snake was starting to regret her decisions, the sheer amount of milk pouring out of her being enough to leave her feet even more drenched than they already were. As if that weren’t bad enough, the pressure she felt on her chest was starting to “split up” somehow, and an exploratory poke underneath her bust found exactly what she feared: two inflamed nubs, already leaking, already growing at a fast enough rate that they’d match her original pair of milkers in just a handful of minutes. With no time to lose, Azure threw herself over the edge and into the water, trying to remember how to swim after so many years without using the skill. Not only did her first two breasts get in the way of her moving in the water, now she had to contend with an extra row offering resistance as ample as its own size, with her cock deciding that now of all times would be a great opportunity to leave its internal sheath and squeeze its way into her twin cleavages. No amount of struggling seemed to get her any close to her destination, a trail of thick, white cream being left in her wake and spreading over the surface of the water. It seemed that for every yard she swam, the cat was three more further away… and yet their smile, their toothy grin, never once grew out of focus. It was maddening, and if not for Azure being slightly used to episodes of extreme productivity, she might’ve given up halfway through; mercifully for the both of them, she somehow managed to climb out of the pool on the other side, drenched with water and milk, four breasts covering about half of her body with their combined girth, shaft poking her chin from beneath. For their part, Tim seemed positively elated that their friend had made it all the way there, even ignoring how badly they were panting and just how much of a toll that swim had taken on their body. They said a great many things, none of which registered with Azure, before giving the snek a smooch on their forehead and vanishing into thin air, leaving her alone with herself, her noises, and her milk. It was dripping now, splattering heavily onto the cold, wet ground, filling her ears with its rhythmic pitter patter. It was joined by the quiet sloshing of the fluids inside of her, promising so much leaking that Azure felt it better not to dwell on it too much; besides, there was another monitor in front of her, having seemingly appeared from nowhere. A great number of equations were displayed on it, graphs and tables detailing everything that could possibly be described about her performance in the “swim challenge”. She was utterly convinced most of it was complete nonsense, seeing as it ended in the rather arbitrary amount of thirty-six points; after a confirmation prompt, the screen went black again, replaced by the same six kinks she had input earlier… except that time, they had sliders next to them. … well, that was a no-brainer. Adjusting it so that options three and nine were split evenly, Azure pressed down on the second confirmation button, and almost immediately regretted her decision. The multiplier hit her before anything else did, acting retroactively on the boost to her milk production and sending it into overdrive; the snake was slightly too preoccupied with how hard she was gushing to notice that at least her double rows hadn’t doubled up as well, what with the rest of jer bod bloating outwards by an insane degree. She felt the tip of her tail slam into the water behind her, the appendage coiling over itself as it covered an insane amount of ground; her head fired upwards towards the ceiling, height magnified just as much as her tail had been, with her assets following suit simultaneously. Perhaps Azure thought that by making her body larger in general, then her tits, nuts and ass would be slightly easier to manage. Fate, however, conspired to ensure this simply wouldn’t happen, as everything attached to her remained the exact same size proportional to the rest of her, regardless of how tall she got. Six feet gave way to seven before finally resting on almost ten, with the sheer amount of mass added to her… well, everything being enough to throw her off-balance, even if her center of gravity hadn’t actually changed. Everything seemed miniscule by comparison to what it had just been a few moments ago, and when Azure reasoned out how tall she actually was, the snake was hit with a sinking feeling deeper than the pool she had emerged from. If her perspective was already so screwed with a mere five feet added to her height, what was it going to be like by the time she was done with the labyrinth? … and why did that thought not strike her as altogether negative? Quite the contrary, in fact. A door opened to her side, slamming against the wall and nearly scaring her back into the water from how hard she flinched. Nothing but darkness on the other end, broken only by a small monitor on a pedestal. Nowhere else to go but forward.

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Title: You Get What You Pay For by coywolf Tags: Fox, M/M, Masturbation, Rabbit, Rape, Slug Toby stood on the platform, overlooking the crowd of both females and males. He despised having to wear little more than his swimming trunks, but his brother said that it was the best way to get purchased. He didn't want to be purchased, but his brother said it was for the best. He looked out over the crowd, his name being called to come forward for the public to view. He stared at starng faces, wonderng what they wanted to buy him for. The auctioneer had said it was just to do yard work, clean around their homes, etc. The auctioneed, an elderly tiger male said, "Do I hear fifty dollars for this fine specimen of fennic fox? Do I hear one hundred?" Toby just stood there, a fox of thirteen being sold off by his brother's idea of charity work. He shouldn't be here, he wasn't over twenty-one. His brother knew the guy in charge of the auction though, so that didn't matter. As the bid raised to two hundred and fifty dollars, he folded back his tall ears. His soft tan and cream fur ruffled in the wind, his body exposed except for what the blue swimming trunks covered. When the gavel of teh auctioneer came down, Toby was sold for a grand total of three hundred dollars even. As a part of the joke, a collar and leash were placed around his neck and the end of the leash was handed to a large rabbit. The rabbit then led Toby away, back to his waiting car and whatever task he wanted him to do. Inside the rabbit's car, a black Buick with a maroon interior, Toby was given a shirt to put on. It was nothing special, just a little grey T-shirt. He was a little unhappy that it barely covered his stomach, and he could not lift his arms at all unless he wished his stomach to show. He sat quietly, wondering what his parents would say if they came back from their trip and found out that his brother had sold him. They were out of town for the entire week, and would not be back for five days still. Toby set his ears back on his head, looking down at his naked feet. His paw pads were cold, but the floor of the car was warm enough that it hardly bothered him. "What is the matter young fox?" the rabbit said. He still had Toby's leash in hand, or rather around his wrist, and was driving the car. "Nothing," Toby said. As his stomach growled rather loudly, he said softly, "I guess I am just hungry." "Well," the rabbit said, "I will see what I can do about that when we get to my house. In the mean time, you might want to take that brush on the seat next to you and straighten out the fur on your tail. You need to look presentable if you are going to work for me." Toby, not saying a word, took a small red bresh from next to him and began to run it through the bushy fur of his tail. He did not see the point, it looked fine. His brother had ensured that he was cleaned as well as a fox could be before taking him to the auction. He had even stood and watched Toby shower, just to make sure that he didn't just step out and leave the water running. After about an hour, part of which was spent driving back roads, the Buick pulled up in front of a large house, two-stories and made of red brick. It was not quite a mansion, but it was nicer than any house Toby had ever seen. "You live here?" the fennic fox asked, looking up in awe at where he was to reside until six o'clock tomorrow afternoon. "Yes," the rabbit said, "it is my summer home." He opened his door and then opened Toby's door to allow him out. "Your room is at the top of the stairs, first door on the right. Just relax and I will bring you some food soon. There is a surprise for you on the nightstand. Now then, I will be up shortly. Go." He then unhooked the leash from Toby's collar, allowing the fox to run up to the main door. The inside was decorated with pictures and a few trophies, but otherwise seemed insignificant compared to the outside of the house. Toby thought it odd, looking around the room, that there were so many couches. In fact, there were three. Two on either side fo the main door, and one just before the stairs. Toby shrugged his shoulders and walked up stairs, finding the door to his room unlocked. The room was nice, sort of small all things considered, but Toby still loved the massive bed in room. He ran over and jumped up on it, finding the mattress so soft that he actually sank into it a bit. Remembering the rabbit's words of a gift, he looked over at the night stand, wonering what his gift might be. Finding a small blue collar, this one with a silver tag that bore his name on it, Toby decided to try it on. It was a gift, he could not refuse it. Taking off the brown leather collar around his neck, he slipped the blue one on. It was a bit snug, but rather comfortable. He walked over to a mirror, admiring his appearance. Finding the shirt to make the collar not look as good, he stripped it off and dropped it on the floor, leaving him in only his trunks. He smiled, enjoying the way he looked in the mirror. Not long after, the rabbit returned with a small plate and a glass. It was a grilled cheese sandwich, accompanied by a glass of milk. Toby took the plate and took a bite of the sandwich. It tasted a bit odd, but he guessed it must have been the cheese was better or something. He then drank some of the milk, it too a bit odd to the taste, yet familiar. When he had finished, he felt a little dizzy. "Enjoy the food?" the rabbit asked, smiling and petting Toby on his head. He started to make his way down, down the little foxes back and toward his tail. "I know that you are only thirteen, your brother called me and told me. It is okay, I won't tell. You are actually perfect for the job I have for you." "What's that?" Toby said, feeling very sleepy all of a sudden. It didn't occur to him that the rabbit's hand was moving down his back, nor when the rabbit began to pull down his shorts. "Just lay back," the rabbit said, "and you will find out." As Toby did what he commanded, the rabbit slid the young fox's trunks down and past his feet, throwing them across the room. He looked at Toby as he began to shut his eyes. "I hope you liked the milk, it was a combination of fox milk and my own. The sandwich was made with fox milk cheese, along with a topping of mine and a few other male's milk. Now then, what does your milk taste like?" "What do you mean? I don't have milk," Toby said, drifting off to sleep. As he fell asleep, he was not aware that the rabbit had spread his knees, not aware that the rabbit gently rubbed his sheath and sack until his cock became hard, was not aware that the rabbit was beginning to lap at his erect cock, the rabbit holding the glass from the milk under the fennic fox's length. Not aware that his first ejaculation was being collected for his supper. He was not aware that the rabbit milked him four times, filling the glass only half way full. That night, as Toby slept off the drugs he had been given, the rabbit milked him periodically. After a few years of experience, he had learned several ways of ensuring the highest quality "milk" that a fox could produce. In all, he had milked over fourty-five males, most of which were either purchased or were simply gay furs that he talked into coming back to his home. After filling a glass bottle near to the brim, the rabbit started to leave. Suddenly, a moan from the fox kit casued him to turn back around. By the rabbit's sheer luck, the fennic fox had rolled over on his stomach and let his legs fall over the side of the bed. Placing the glass bottle on the nightstand, the rabbit could not help but take advantage of the young kit's conditon a bit more. Walking over to the drugged fox, the rabbit removed his shirt, throwing it over by the fox's swim trunks. He then unfastened his belt, allowing his pants to fall to the ground by his paws. Removing the boxers that made up the remainder of his attire, the rabbit crawled onto the bed by the fennic fox. He began to stroke his sheath, his cock sliding out after only seconds. He then placed it near the fox kit's muzzle, prodding it inside. Toby, unaware of his actions, began suckling on the rabbit's tender pink flesh, the taste of the rabbit's pre filling his mouth. Swallowing the bitter seed, Toby merely dreamed about every happy dream he could. When the kit had lubed him up enough, the rabbit removed his cock from the young muzzle. Sliding back off the bed, he stood behind the fox, admiring his gently swaying tail. Moving the bushy tail out of his way, the rabbit examined the virgin ass before him. Smiling, knowing that even the pain of being raped would not wake the fox from his drugged sleep, the rabbit pressing the tip of his slick cock against the fox's tight pink hole. Grabbing ahold of the fox's oversized ears, the rabbit thrust into the young ass as hard as he could, planting eight of his nine inches into the no longer virgin tail. As he fucked the young fox, ramming his tail as hard as he could, the rabbit almost regretted having to send him home. No matter, he would still be able to savor his milk for a short time, or freeze it like he had done for the many males that come before him. Giving one final thrust and hilting against the fox's ass, the rabbit groaned as his orgasm sent wave after wave of his seed into the fox. Slipping out his meat, the rabbit walked over to the nearby dresser. Opening the top drawer, he removed an old rag, yellowed by the semen that it had cleaned in the past. After cleaning the fox, and drinking a bit of the fox's milk straight from the source, the rabbit walked oiut of the room. He returned with a polaroid camera and snapped a picture of the fox's face, full body, and then erect cock. THe rabbit then left, taking the glass bottle and storing it in his fridge. The next morning, after the fox had awoken from his drug induced slumber, he became awae that he was nude. It did not surprise him, for he typically slept this way anyhow. Walking downstairs, not thinking to redress, the fox walked into the kitchen off the living room. He sat down, the sleeping pills having his mind in such a cloud that he was not yet aware that the rabbit was naked, nor that he was rubbing his erect cock over a bowl of raw eggs. He was not awae that he was nude, nor was he aware that his ass still ached slightly from the rabbit's visit. After a few minutes, the rabbit placed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Toby, his cock still erect. Taking adavantage of the fox's drugged thoughts, he placed his erection right next to the fox's muzzle. "Now, be a good fox and suck on that," the rabbit said. Toby did as he was told and took the rabbit meat into his muzzle. In only minutes, he was rewarded with a mouthful of rabbit seed. An hour later, Toby was dressed and waiting for his brother. He was unable to remember much of the previous night, though he did taste an odd taste in his mouth. He wore only the swimming trunks, the ones he had arrived in, and waited outside with the rabbit. After the fox had been picked up by his brother, the rabbit went back inside. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. A glass bottle with the words MILK printed on it rested on the top shelf, though milk was not its contents. The rabbit smiled and closed the door. He then took three pictures from the counter and tossed them in an open counter drawer, filled with the pictures of fox kits, adult males, and adult vixens. He would remember this fox's name, for his milk was sweet and sugary. Toby, the fennic fox. The rabbit smiled and closed the drawer. Walking back to the fridge, he removed the glass bottle and took a drink.

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Title: Growing Up Gay in High School - Book 1: Freshman Year - Chapter 6 by Tyrant Dragon Tags: Compassion, Fox, Golden Retriever, M/M, Oral, Story Progression, Winter Here's chapter 6 for ya. Enjoy! Colin stared at his father in disbelief. He couldn't grasp his mind the statement that his father had just said. "W-w-why?" Colin said. "We clicked so well together. You even told me to go for him!" "I have a bad feeling about him." his father said sternly, not moving an inch. "So I'm supposed to stop just because you have a bad feeling in your gut? Don't I get a say in this?" Colin said, standing up. There was a brief moment of silence in the room as his father pondered the question. "No." he said in a flat tone. "You can't be serious." Colin continued. As he finished that statement, his father began to burst into laughter. Colin was speechless and extremely confused. "Aw man! I couldn't keep a straight face anymore! I had you going!" his father said, wiping a tear. "Damn it, dad!" Colin shouted, punching him on the shoulder. Colin knew that his dad a slight sick humor in scaring the shit out of people. Colin hated it originally but then it grew on him. However, he began to notice when his dad was trying to get a rise out of him and he caught on. This time, though, he got him good. He was getting better at it. "Ah, that was good." his father panted out, breathless from laughter. "Yeah, you got me." Colin said, sticking his tongue out. "Yeah I did." --- It had been a little over three months since my hand job with Colin had occurred. We haven't done anything major since then. We've made out and given some more hand jobs but we hadn't gotten further than that. We really didn't have the time. School had been keeping us busy. We'd usually be exhausted by the end of the week to do anything so we'd just hang out and enjoy each other's company. Also, I was kind of scared to move on. I wasn't ready for sex yet. I had thought about it and I was concerned. I was worried about the pain. He was a good size and I was pretty tight. I mean, I've fingered myself but that's nothing compared to what I'd be taking from him. I think I was ready to give him a blowjob though. I could tell he has wanted one and he does his best to hide it and I thank him for his willingness to wait but I don't want him to crave much longer. My parents and Colin's parents have been really clicking as well. They've been talking every time we'd hang out. They'd exchange who would chauffeur us around we wanted to hang out â€" which was quite often. I think they were really happy that we'd become close friends. It was Saturday afternoon. I was home alone chilling and watching some T.V. My parents were out shopping and they wouldn't be back for a few more hours. It was like the perfect cliche scenario to have a little fun. I pulled out my phone and texted Colin. Me: Hey hun. Colin: What's up, babe? Me: Nothing much. I'm sitting at home. Parents are out. What you up to? Colin: Ditto. Want me to come over? ;) I chuckled to myself. Me: Unless you want me to. Colin's house was pretty sick. His parents were pretty loaded and his sofas and beds were amazingly comfortable. Colin: It's your call. Whatever YOU want. \<3 Me: Be there in 10. \<3 Colin: K. \<3 I sent a quick text to my dad saying that I'm going to Colin's and headed out to get my bike. My bike was nothing spectacular. It was very basic. I personally preferred walking but I didn't want to make Colin wait. I closed the garage door and headed out. It was cold out. Luckily, there wasn't any snow so I could ride but it was freezing. I went back quickly so I could grab a scarf to put around my face. I wanted to bike quickly but the icy wind burned my eyes and if I biked too slow, whenever the wind blew it would burn my eyes. I decided to go fast so I would deal with a little worse pain for a smaller amount of time. I felt that was more efficient. Unfortunately, I was literally about a minute away and unfortunately, my bike found some black ice. I had absolutely no traction. I slid across quickly and fell off. A sudden jolt of pain shot through my ankle. I yelled. It hurt like a bitch. "Fuck." I thought. I knew I had to act quickly. I decided that I first should try to stand up. I moved to an area that I was pretty sure didn't contain any black ice. I slowly stood. I was able to. The next challenge would be walking. I took a step forward. Bad idea. I winced and shed a tear. I still managed to keep my balance. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was but it definitely needed some attention. I didn't want to wait nor worry my parents so I decided to call Colin. I took out my cell phone and speed dialed him. "Hello?" I heard him say. "Colin listen, I need your help." I said quickly. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" he said. I could tell he was beginning to get worried. "Not entirely. I hit some black ice and fell. I hurt my ankle. I'm able to stand but walkin' ain't gonna happen." I said, my teeth beginning to chatter. "Where are you? I'll come get you." "I'm d-d-down your street." I stuttered. "Be there in a few." Click. I had to wait. A moment later I saw him sprinting out his house. He turned his head in my direction and we made eye contact. He started running my in my direction. He was running through his neighbor's front yards. I guess it was so he can avoid the road and not fall himself. Smart move. In everything that was going on, he looked really hot running through the snow like that. He was moving quickly too. He has strong legs and a good stamina. I guess that'll be a good thing to have in the future. When he was pretty much even with me he started to run diagonally. He came up and wrapped his arms around me. "Are you alright?" he asked, panting. "Better now." I replied, smiling. He smiled back. I began to put arm around his shoulders so I can lean my bad leg against him when he ducked. I almost fell but was suddenly lifted. "I think you need a lift." he said. In much pain as I was in at that moment, my whole body began to fill with warmth. I was swept off my feet. Literally. I leaned in and kissed his lips softly. He broke it quickly and began jogging towards his house. We got in shortly after and Colin laid me down on the nearest couch. "Do you want me to get your bike? I can stand by your side if you don't want me to." "If you don't mind..." I replied, feeling guilty. "Don't feel guilty. I'll be back in a minute." he said, walking out. It was literally a minute when he got back. I was staring at a clock on a nearby wall while I waited for him, counting each second while I waited for his return. He went into the kitchen and I heard the ice machine in the background. I was freezing and I really didn't want to put ice on my leg, but it's the best thing for it. He came back and put it on. I flinched a little bit and then relaxed. He then left the room again. Why does he keep doing that? He didn't take as long this time and he returned with a blanket and some hot cocoa. He put the blanket around me and gave me the hot cocoa. "Better?" he asked, taking a seat by my feet. "I don't deserve you." I said, taking a sip of the cocoa. He climbed over the couch and kissed me softly in the lips. "No, I don't deserve you. Now, lets check this thing out." he said, moving back to his original position. He moved the ice pack to the side slightly and began to run his fingers over my ankle. "Tell me when it hurts." he commanded. I nodded slowly. He put pressure on certain areas and none of them so far bothered me. He then hit one and I winced. I jumped, pulled my leg back, and spilled some of the hot cocoa on the blanket. "Sorry." I said, frowning. "Don't worry about it. It doesn't seem too bad. It's just a small sprain. We'll keep the ice on it." He came around and took the hot cocoa out of my hand. There wasn't much left since I practically chugged it down when it wasn't too hot. He set it down on a nearby table and came behind me. I scooted up a little bit to give him some warm. He sat down and put his legs on either side of me. I then moved back and put my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. "You're so warm...." I said, sighing in relief. "Shh.....I want you to take a nap. You need some rest so your leg can heal and I can tell your becoming drowsy because you're so comfortable." he said, kissing my forehead. It was true. I was getting tired. It felt so nice where I was right now. I brushed my muzzle against his chest and then fell asleep. I started coming back into reality slowly. I felt something on my face and as I became more awake, I realized that it were Colin's lips. I leaned into the kiss a little bit and then Colin backed off. "Aw, why'd you stop?" I groaned my eyes still closed. "I wanted you to wake up and I thought that'd be the best way to do it. Now that you're awake, I need you to get up and see if you can walk." he said, removing the ice pack. "How long was I out?" I asked, sitting up. Colin turned to look at the clock. "Only for about thirty five minutes. I didn't want you to be out too much longer. Alright, up." he commanded, standing and holding his hand out. I grabbed his hand and stood up. It didn't hurt. Then again, it really didn't hurt when I stood immediately after I fell. "Any pain?" he asked. "No." "Alright, let's try walking." I took a step with my good foot first and then took another step. It did hurt a little bit. It wasn't too bad. I limped to ease the pain. I took a few more steps. It was tolerable. "So I'm assuming the pain is tolerable?" he asked, walking to meet up with me. "Yup. But listen, there was something I wanted to tell you." I said, wrapping my arms around him. "Oh? And what's that?" he nuzzled me. "You looked really hot carrying me to your house. It was a real turn on and I think you deserve a little reward for your heroic actions." I pushed him onto the sofa. "Mmm, I like where this is going." he said, taking his shirt off. I leaned down and ran my paws over his body. I went ever so slowly. I felt every single ab in detailed. I kissed his stomach softly. I moved up slowly. "Flex your arms. I want to see those sexy biceps that carried me." I commanded. He did so without a moment hesitation. I moved up and ran my paw over it. I kissed them. I heard Colin murr softly. I went along, kissing in different areas of his bicep and tricep, massaging it softly as well. Colin didn't say a word. His eyes were closed and he was simply enjoying everything. I moved down to his chest. I ran my paw over his pec, kissing that as well. I wanted to learn his body in depth. I reached his nipple and licked the tip of softly. He shivered slightly and I chuckled to myself. I put it in my mouth and suckled on it softly. I moved on to the opposite side and repeated the process. After I was finished, I grabbed his sac firmly. "Now I think it's time to pay attention to the most important muscle of them all." "Are you sure? I don't want you to be the least bit uncomfortable." he sat up slightly. I unbuckled his pants and leaned in to kiss him deeply. "I'm sure." I moved down slowly. I pulled down his shorts. His boxers were tented. He was completely hard and his dick was begging for release. I removed his boxers slowly and his dick flopped into the air. His tip was reflecting light from the pre that had already begun to leak. I hesitated for a moment. "This was it. It would my first blow job that I give." I thought. I guess I hesitated for a moment too long because Colin noticed. "You don't have to do this." he said, running a paw along the side of my face. I stared deeply into his eyes for a few moments. I broke the contact and leaned in towards the base of his dick. I stuck my tongue out and made contact. I moved up slowly, licking from base to tip. When I reached the tip I tasted some of his pre. Unfortunately, I wasn't too fond of it. I hid to the best of my ability any showing of disgust. I did not want to spoil the moment for him. Colin shuddered. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I looked up at him and smiled to myself. I was so glad that he was enjoying this moment. "Alright, no more stalling. This is it." I thought. I leaned over his tip and opened my mouth. I slowly inserted it in. I honestly didn't know what to do next. I've had absolutely no experience in giving a blow job. I couldn't stall though. I quickly reminded myself of different things I saw in pornos that I've watched. I took my tongue and slid it into his slit. Colin moaned loudly at that. "Alright, we're off to a good start." I thought. I continued that action for a few moments. More pre had leaked out of the tip as I did this. I didn't want to spit it out so I swallowed it, even thought it was kind of a turn off for me. It was time to start going down. I wrapped my tongue around his dick and began to descend slowly. I was about half way when I felt my gag reflex start to kick in. I didn't want to try a deep throat so soon so I decided to come back up. I wrapped my paw around the base of his member, which I now realized had gotten a little larger. I squeezed his knot softly and Colin once again moaned loudly. He took a paw and ran it along the back of my head. "That feels so good, baby." he panted out. I took his cock out of my mouth and stroked it softly. "I'm glad you're enjoying it." I said before going back to business. I moved my paw to the lower half of his cock and put the first half back into my mouth. As I moved back up, my paw moved up as well, jerking his cock. Colin just sat there and moaned. I didn't blame him. I really didn't want him to do much more. I just wanted to hear that he was enjoying the moment and I most certainly did. His knot continued to swell. I knew, from experience now, that he was getting close and he didn't have to tell me every single time. The problem now was that I didn't know rather or not I should spit or swallow. I wanted to spit because I personally didn't prefer the taste right now but I didn't want to disappoint Colin either. "I'm about to cum. You don't have to swallow." he panted, stroking my head. Am I that easily readable? I mean, I think about these things but I don't show any expression showing my concern of these kinds of things. At least, I don't think I do. Colin pulled his cock out of my mouth and began stroking it quickly. I knelt there my mouth open to catch any that might land in there. I reached and gave his knot a good squeeze. As I did so, I felt his cock beginning to convulse. "Ah...fuck!" he yelled, his chest heaving. The first shot went over my head. I chuckled to myself. For some odd reason, I found it to be slightly humorous that that happened. The second shot landed on my fore head. The rest landed between my mouth and my chin and cheeks. I grabbed his cock and ran it along the sides of my face, rubbing the cum in. I came up and kissed Colin softly on the lips. "You sure that was your first blow job?" Colin asked, beginning to lick the cum off of my face. "Yeah." I replied, laughing. After I said that, I heard the door open and I jumped. Colin chuckled. "Relax, it's just my dad." he said, petting my head. "Oh." I took a deep breath. I was afraid that it was his mom. I was pretty jealous that his dad was so chill with Colin being gay and all. When I first met him and the first thing Colin said was that I was his boyfriend, I freaked out. His dad found my reaction hilarious and then explained that he knew everything. I think I made a good impression on him. "Colin, you down there!?" he yelled from upstairs. "Yeah dad! I'm with Ty!" Colin yelled back. "Am I interrupting?" he asked. I could faintly hear him chuckling. Colin rolled his eyes. "A little!" "Alright, I'll be upstairs. Tell me when it's safe to go down." The next thing we heard was the echo of footsteps on his stair case. I wrapped my arms around Colin and put my head on his chest. I traced a finger along it. "Man, I'm still amazed, even after all this time, that your dad is so cool with everything." I said, kissing his chest. I realized that his cock was still about a quarter hard. I grabbed it and stroked it softly. Colin murred. "Yeah. He actually figured it out. He traced the gay sites on the computer. I did my best to cover it up but he's such a wiz with them I couldn't do it well enough. He came up to me one day when we could talk in private and told me what he discovered. I panicked at first but then he told me that he was completely O.K with it." Colin explained. He had never told me this story before. Probably because I didn't really bring it up at all. "Anyway, you get an a plus for that blowjob." Colin said, kissing me softly on the lips. "Well, I wanted to repay you back for what you did." I replied, smiling. "Well, maybe you should get hurt more often then." he said, laughing. I laughed and gave him a playful nudge before returning to my original position, closing my eyes. --- A week had passed since my blow job with Colin. Winter break was around the corner and I was looking to every moment of it. We were getting swamped with work because finals would be right after we got back. This would be my first set of finals that I would ever do. I was pretty nervous for them, even from now. However, I was looking forward to being able to spend more time with Colin. We would be able to hang out a lot more and not have school as a worry for the following two weeks. I went up and unlocked my door. I had to walk home from school today in the freezing weather. My hand was shaking as I tried to put the key in. I managed to get it in, no pun intended, eventually and turned it quickly to get inside. I embraced the warmth. I took off my jacket and scarf and threw myself on the couch. "Oh man, what I day." I said out loud to myself, rubbing my temples. I turned my head and began to close my eyes when I realized that there was a note on the table. I sat up and grabbed it. Written on the front was "Ty" in very nice hand writing. It looked like my mom's. I opened it up and it read: Come to Colin's house when you get this. Your bike is in the garage. We have a surprise for you. P.S. There is no black ice, we checked. â€"Mom & Dad. I chuckled at the last comment and kind of groaned. What did they have in store for me? I really didn't want to get back into that cold weather but I was indeed curious what this "surprise" was. I got dressed, again, and headed out to the garage. I found my bike and headed out. I chose again to bike quickly to endure the cold for the least amount of time possible. When I got the area that I had fallen, I slowed down a little bit. Sure enough, there wasn't any black ice in the road. I guess my parents were being serious. I threw my bike on the driveway and headed for the door. I slipped a little on the side walk but this time I managed to keep my balance. I rang the doorbell and my mom answered. "Hi honey! Come in quick, its freezing out." she said, practically pushing me in. "Hey mom...What's going on?" I asked. "You'll see." I walked in further to see both of Colin's parents and both of my parents here. "Alright, this is interesting." I thought. "Have a seat, Ty." Colin's father said, gesturing towards a nearby chair. I took a seat that was offered towards me. I took a look around. Everyone was looking at me with great concern. I started shaking a little bit. "What could've possibly happened?" I thought. Colin was the first to speak. "Ty, I'm going to Mexico for all of winter break." I wanted to jump out of my chair and scream "Are you fucking shitting me!? Why!?" However, I think that's what they would've expected me to do so I remained calmed. I stared at Colin in the eyes and he smiled. "Why are you going to Mexico? You're my- a good friend of mine!" I yelled the second part to hopefully cover for my first part. When I finished that sentence, something dawned on me. Why would my parents and Colin's parents come together to tell me that they're going to Mexico? It simply did not make sense. I'm sure there was a reason for all this. I'm a little slow sometimes when I find out that my boyfriend is leaving for Mexico and telling me last minute. My parents looked at me curiously at my screw up. I punched myself mentally for doing that. I hope I didn't give anything too much away. Colin came up and took a seat next to me. "I'm really sorry." he said. "You should be." I replied, beginning to get angry. "However, it's a shame that's only part of the surprise." "Oh really? You're telling me there's more bad news that I get to here?" "I don't think you would consider it BAD news." "I think I'll be the judge of that." I stared Colin deep into his eyes. I searched for anything. Any sign of hope. He smiled and winked at with the eye no one could see. I began to put the pieces together. I needed a few more clues to make sure that I was correct. "We've decided to give you an early Christmas gift." my dad said, walking up and putting a hand on my shoulder. I stared up at him totally confused. He also smiled at me. It then dawned on me. How could I be such an idiot? I turned to Colin. "Are you serious?" I asked. "Yes," Colin replied, "You're coming with us." OoOooh! Interesting! Leave comments! ;)

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